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Thinking about Gyomei who returns from a long string of missions to find his s/o laying down, staring at nothing. Eyes empty, voice apathetic, like a cup with a hole at the bottom, drained of life.

Gyomei's big frame craddling his s/o, rocking back and forth in comfort, trying to breathe more life into his s/o's depressed form, trying to return the warmth stolen by their mind.

Gyomei ready to give up, when his s/o starts to respond to his touch finally...

... after all his cuddles are the best.

- Beer anon 🍻

Who has two thumbs and gets carried away writing about sad boys 👍😎👍

Thank you for this ask. I loved writing about Gyomei and I hope I did him well!

NSFW and unbearable cuteness beneath the cut.

Softer than Mochi- Gyomei x Reader

Gyomei's chin was tilted down as he listened to you. Ordinarily, your voice brought him familiar comfort, but lately he had noticed the sound of it, along with the scent of your skin, was eliciting a new sort of reaction.

It was both unbearably exciting and incredibly uncomfortable.

"Please continue." He shifted his weight as he sat cross-legged on the rocks. His cheeks were getting warm as you told him about your latest mission. "You pursued the demon through the forest?"

You continued speaking, seemingly unaware of his predicament. "Yes. So anyway, the demon almost got away, but I took it down and managed to save the woman it was trying to snatch away. It won't bother anyone again."

"Ah… good. You did well. I'm proud."

There was a slight shift in the air which told him you'd taken a step forward. His heart quickened.

"Thank you," you said. "I couldn't have done it without your training."

Instinctively, Gyomei opened his arms to accept your embrace. You hugged him often, and he enjoyed it every time.

You were so soft and precious to him. Most people felt small to Gyomei– even Tengen Uzui who stood six and a half feet tall and had muscles on muscles felt like a willow branch sometimes.

The stone hashira wrapped you in his arms, breathing in your warm and lovely scent.

"My sweet friend," he whispered as you buried your face against his neck, making his stomach flutter. "Your capabilities come from your strength and determination, not from me. I taught you ways to use your tools, but you were the one who built and refined them. And you have already been given your next mission?"

"Yes." Your voice was filled with a conflicting mix of weariness and determination. The lower ranked slayers such as yourself were always busy taking down weaker demons, while hashira were assigned to the less frequent but more difficult missions. "I have to leave here in an hour in fact. I have a train to catch."

An hour was too little time to spend together, but Gyomei would cherish every moment. "I smell matcha… what is that?"

"I brought you some mochi," you said, placing a paper packet in his large hands.

Gyomei smiled and carefully unwrapped the packet, touching his fingers to the squishy little cakes. They were round, perfectly smooth, and as soft as your cheeks, but each one had two little pointed bumps on top… they felt like ears.

The stone hashira's smile widened. "Are they cat-shaped?"

Your excited laughter was heartwarming music to him. "Yes!"

His chest filled with adoration. "They're almost too cute to eat. Thank you, my dearest friend."

You sat beside him on the rocks, listening to the roaring waterfall and the babbling song of the river. Your hand rested in his, so small and delicate but somehow so warm and profound.

"Please be safe on your mission," Gyomei said. "And inform me when you get back."

His heart leapt as you leaned against him, resting your head on his bicep. "I will. I'll come and find you before I do anything else. You be safe too, Gyo."

When you stood, his heart lamented. The air shifted again and he opened his arms to embrace you, but this time you pressed your lips softly to his cheek, your hands resting on his shoulders.

The tingle of your kiss lingered on his skin long after you left for your mission. Gyomei remained seated where you left him, smiling as he thought of you and ate the mochi you so sweetly made for him. The world, for a little while, was very beautiful.

Gyomei had faced countless demons, he had suffered every brutality, but your gentle kiss hit him harder than anything he had ever known before. Your lips were so soft he could have wept.

***

Five days passed before he heard whispers of your return but you did not come to see him as promised.

That was unlike you and it filled Gyomei with concern. He walked the familiar path to your home, trying to calm his mind. There could be a number of explanations; maybe you were asleep, maybe you had been summoned elsewhere… maybe you had only said you would come to see him first to humor him.

He reached your front door and raised his hand to knock, but found only empty space in front of his knuckles. He called out your name and heard only silence. His heart plummeted.

Your door was open and you were not responding. He immediately suspected the worst. But there was no trace of a demon, no sickly scent of death or injury.

"I'm coming in," he said, so as not to scare you.

Your house was silent, and the air had a strange sort of quality. In the past, your home had been a place of comfort for him, but now when he stepped across the threshold he felt a sorrowful weight in his heart.

"Are you here?" He tried to conceal the worry, but it came out anyway. "My friend, speak to me… please."

"Gyo…"

At the sound of your voice his heart leapt. He turned toward the sound and took a step forward.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

"No… I'm sorry I scared you."

You were on the floor.

He crouched close to you, reaching out a hand toward you. "My friend, what has happened? I can hear the pain in your voice."

A heavy silence sat between you. Oh, his heart was aching and he couldn't fathom why. Your voice sounded so empty, so utterly broken. You were sitting on a futon in the center of the room; still and quiet and emanating sorrow. He couldn't hold back from reaching out further and placing his hand upon you. His fingers brushed your forearm and traveled down until he found your hand and held it in his. Somehow you felt smaller… hollow…

He didn't press the issue. You would tell him in your own time. He simply sat with you and held your hand. Gyomei was patient.

After a while you moved. He heard your clothes shuffle, felt the air waft against him as you moved your body.

His heart squeezed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, and he couldn't refrain from holding you. He wrapped you up in his arms, easing you down to sit in his lap as he surrounded you in his embrace.

You fit so perfectly against him; so small and sacred. He held you with endless love and affection, cradling you in his arms as he rested his chin on top of your head. Something had bruised your sweet spirit, and he would hold you for eternity if he thought it could help you heal.

Finally, you spoke. "I failed, Gyomei. The demon's victims begged me to help and I failed. I couldn't save them."

It was a pain he knew too well, and a pain you would have to make space for in your heart because it would never truly go away.

"I'm sorry. That is never easy."

You pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please forgive me."

"Oh, little one." His chest ached. He was so bound to your shattering heart that the splinters of it pierced through his own. "How I wish I could take away your pain."

You trembled as silent sobs wracked your body and Gyomei rocked with you. You mourned the lives you hardly knew and he held you through it as though he could shield you from the rest of the world until the grief was gone.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, still weeping.

"You are forgiven, my dearest friend." He knew the apology wasn't truly meant for him, but he also knew you needed a seed of forgiveness to allow solace to take root and start to grow.

You cried your tears until you had nothing left. Finally, you grew still and the tension in your body waned.

"You have such a beautiful soul." He unwound one of his arms from around you and wiped away your tears with his thumb. He smiled, "And the softest cheeks."

You laughed quietly and it mended your hearts a little. "Thank you."

"Please do not be sad anymore. Take this pain and use it to help more people."

"Gyomei…" His name was music when it came from your lips. "You're so dear to me. This mission helped me realize I should make sure you know that."

"You are to me too. You're precious."

The gentle touch of your fingers on his jaw made his heart flutter. You traced the shape of his face as he had done to you so many times before.

His pulse raced. The air between you crackled with something unspoken. Your breaths were shallow and shivering as they blew across his lips. Heat prickled on his cheeks and along the column of his neck as he continued to hold you, dipping his chin to he nearer to you. He was inexperienced but not completely naive. Even if he couldn’t quite believe it was happening, he knew you were thinking about kissing him.

He wanted it too.

“I adore you," he managed to whisper.

"I adore you too."

His heart pounded as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingertips. It was the most intimate sensation he had ever felt. Each breath he drew took a tremendous effort and barely reached the top of his lungs. This was unlike him; Gyomei was in tune with every muscle in his body, and yet your tender touch weakened him more than he thought possible.

He released you from his embrace and raised his hands to your face, finding his bearings before he leaned down and closed the distance, kissing you with infinite tenderness.

The moment his lips met yours, you responded, melting against him and kissing him back; so soft and warm it made his entire body ache. His heart was full to bursting as his thoughts tumbled like a landslide. Your lips were even softer than your cheeks, softer than mochi, warmer than sunlight.

The kiss seemed to breathe life back into you, and almost at once there was a new passion and hunger which he had sometimes dreamed of experiencing. But never once did he actually believe he could share it with you. You stole his breath away.

When the kiss broke, you showered his face in smaller, more chaste, but no less lovely kisses. Gyomei felt himself smile as his hands trailed down your back.

"Tell me, cherished one," he said quietly, "just so I don't run away with myself. Is this simply to feel good and numb your pain, or is this truly how you feel?"

Thank the gods that the silence afterward was only momentary. His heart couldn't stand it.

"It's how I feel," you responded, caressing the sides of his face with both hands and giving him goosebumps. "Gyo… this is why I come to you after every mission to embrace you and hold your hands. This is why I make cat-shaped mochi for you. I thought you knew I love you."

His heart was about to burst from his chest and his smile could not be contained. "Ah… yes, now that I consider it, it seems obvious."

You laughed. "My sweet Gyo."

You kissed him again. Though it had only been moments since the last one, relief coursed through him as he drew from that sweet warmth and softness.

"My most beloved, I am yours."

Your hands explored his shape, traversing the neckline of his shirt to the very top of his chest. While not vain, Gyomei was proud of his strength and the muscles he worked so hard to hone. Your quiet hum of approval sounded against his lips as your fingers touched his pectorals. It filled him with pride.

A breathless, tingling sensation coursed through his body as your touches grew bolder and your kisses increased in intensity. The sensation of your hands brushing his bare skin caused a sensation not unlike you were tugging a chord connected to his core.

"Am I moving too fast?" You asked, still resting your forehead against his as though it was as painful for you to be apart as it was for him.

"Not at all. Continue, please." Heat pickled across his cheeks, far more intense than any sunbeam.

"You're blushing," you whispered before taking his hand and leading it toward your face, brushing your cheeks with the back of his fingers. "I'm blushing too."

He smiled. "I feel it. You're so warm."

Your cheeks grew plump beneath his fingers as you smiled, and then your hand left his. He heard the soft rustle of fabric, the quickening of your breath, and then you took his hand and led it down to your bare chest.

"Oh…" he choked out.

Nothing in the world could compare to the smooth warmth of your body beneath his large, battle-hewn hands. You were silk to him, lotus petals, mochi, the gentle flow of a sun-warmed stream. His chest ached. Your beauty was overwhelming.

The way you bowed to his tender caresses pulled once more at that chord. When he brushed his thumb over the hardening bud of your nipple and elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from you, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Tingling excitement rolled through his lower belly as your hands went to the fastening of his trousers. Gods, he wanted this, he did… but as inexperienced as he was, there were certain facts he was very aware of.

“We must be patient,” he said. “I need to ensure you are ready.”

“Believe me, Gyo, I’m ready.” You kissed him again with renewed passion, running your fingers through his hair and sending more little shocks of pleasure through him.

Gyomei smiled as you pulled back from the kiss, placing his hands over yours to halt your progress. “You’re not ready enough.”

“What do… oh… OH.” You had no doubt noticed the bulge forming in his trousers. “I see. You’re–”

“Large.” He pulled in a breath. “I’m very large. And I don't want to hurt you." Slipping his hand over the curve of your waist, he pressed a kiss to the plush softness of your chest. "If you wish to continue then I ask that you permit me to prepare your body to��receive me."

"I want to continue." You kissed him again, your tongue entering his mouth and slowly teasing his; pulling a gravelly moan from his lips. When you withdrew, you stood and he heard the soft rustle of cloth once more as you removed the rest of your clothing. You took his hands and led them to your bare thighs. "Please touch me."

His pulse thundered as he skated his hands along the curves of your body, committing every soft hill and luxurious valley of your shape to memory. Every touch was an act of profound worship, and every sweet sound of pleasure which came from you was an answer to a prayer.

"Beloved, lie down for me," he said softly. "I want you to be comfortable."

You did as he asked, lying back on your futon.

Just knowing that you were before him, laid out and feeling as nervous and as excited as he was, made his heart flutter. He undressed fully before he let his hands stroke the lengths of your thighs, down to your center where the heat radiated from you in intoxicating waves.

"Please tell me if I'm doing well or not," he asked. His voice was quiet and shaking a little with trepidation. "I've never… well, I've received a little bit of instruction on how to do these things but never put them into practice. So please…"

"I will." You placed your hand on his and with gentle pressure, urged him to touch you.

Your tender flesh was like nothing he had ever felt before. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers mapped out the shape. You were so warm and wet, and the scent of you was truly intoxicating. You made such lovely sounds of pleasure as he slid his fingers through your folds, coating them in your essence. He traced their shape upward, to where they converged over your delicate, swollen bud.

"There," you gasped as he circled his fingers around it. "That's…"

"Your clitoris," he said with a smile. "I know… I told you, I've had instruction."

At the time he had thought Uzui's lessons were wasted on him, but he had committed the information to memory nonetheless. Now, as your hips bucked and your thighs trembled from the gentlest touches, he had every intention of thanking Uzui from the bottom of his heart.

"Gyo-mei~" you gasped as he stroked your clit with his thumb and pushed a thick finger into you. Oh, gods, the heat, the silken flesh, the slick coating of your nectar, like sun-ripened fruit. He wanted so badly to sink into you and feel his body connected to yours. But he would be patient. He would ensure you were completely ready before he satiated his needs.

A wave of heat washed over him as you bore down on his finger, eager and demanding even without words.

"Is it good?"

"So… good…"

"Do you want more, my beloved?"

"Yes…" your breaths came in short gasps. "More."

He pushed a second finger into you, pausing as you cried out, allowing your body to accommodate them. His fingers, like everything else about him, were large.

He waited until you began to thrust onto them again and took that as a sign that you were ready.

Gently, he began to move his fingers, pumping them into you slowly as his thumb continued to rub your clitoris. His heart quickened as he felt your inner muscles begin to contract and spasm.

"Don't stop," you whispered, your voice breathless and urgent.

"I won't."

You came apart seconds later, gasping and shuddering as those muscles pulsed around his fingers. You squeezed them so beautifully, and imagining that sensation on his cock was enough to make him lightheaded.

But he still had work to do. "Can you take more?"

You placed your hand on his thigh. "Yes."

A blissful cry emerged from you as he added a third finger, gently stretching you.

"Gods, Gyomei~"

"Breathe, beloved. Breathe and relax. I will stop if you wish me too."

"Never."

He chuckled before spreading his fingers slightly, opening you up and readying you. "If I could only express the true depth of my feelings for you." He bowed his head, kissing your stomach with slow, lingering kisses as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

You were so receptive to his touches, moaning softly as you placed your hand on his wrist, as if to hold it down between your thighs. It was a reassuring gesture that he was pleasing you. That's all he truly desired.

He felt your muscles quiver again and you cried out his name. His cock stood firm, aching with need as your pussy squeezed around his fingers.

"I think you are ready." He spoke softly, kneeling back a little. "If you still–"

"I do. Gyomei… I absolutely do."

You got up and sat astride his thighs as he knelt on the bottom of the futon. This was good. It was exactly what he wanted. He needed you to be in control now, setting the depth and intensity.

Your lips brushed against his as you cupped his face. The bare skin of your torso was so soft and delicate against his large frame. He wound his arms around you and met your kiss, slow and passionate and filled with love.

Shifting in his lap, you positioned yourself so the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance. He felt a brief stab of worry that he hadn't prepared you well enough, that he had been too hasty and would hurt you, but a moment later you took him with nothing more than a breathy moan.

"Gyomei… Gods you feel incredible."

Oh there was nothing that could describe that feeling of sinking into you. A needy groan escaped him as he pressed his head to your shoulder and breathed in the scent of you, trying to ground himself. He was lost in the sensation.

"I love you," you whispered, kissing his lips so gently it seemed you felt he was fragile and precious.

"I love you too, my everything."

He had never felt so connected to anyone. Mind, body, soul, he was yours. He groaned in pleasure as you undulated your hips, taking him deeper inch by inch, stopping to give you both time to adjust and bask in the sensation.

"Does it hurt, my love?" he asked, unable to shake the tinge of concern from his mind or his voice.

"No. No, we fit together perfectly." You kissed his neck, sending a frisson of pleasure traveling down his body where it pooled in the bottom of his belly.

People often spoke of the beauty of stars; pinpricks of light shimmering among velvet darkness, and he felt he understood that with you. He felt them. Shimmering sparks which danced across skin, overwhelming him in the best possible way.

Pressure built at his core as you rode him, your hands resting on his shoulders, your soft body moving against his. You were taking him well, better than he had ever dared to hope you could.

The slow rhythm of your movements, the constant pleasure, the intimacy… It was too much. He grit his teeth and choked out a cry.

"Beloved… I'm…"

"Let it happen, Gyo. You've more than satisfied me. Let go…"

You kept on moving to that slow, loving rhythm, building the exquisite pressure which ran through his core, growing and growing until he was barely clinging to his senses.

His fingers gripped your hips with more strength than he ever meant to use with you, holding you to him as his pleasure reached an almost unbearable peak.

"Ohh, beloved… perfect… so~ ohhh…so perfect."

He filled you entirely, lowering his head to press his cheek to yours as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and clung to you.

"I have you," you whispered as you held him, stroking his back as he trembled in your arms.

He knew he could be like this with you for as long as he needed to be. As wave after wave of pleasure rocked through his body, he sank down into your arms, pressing you back until you were lying on the futon and he reclined on his hip beside you, nestling his head against your chest.

Your heart thudded against his ear, beating to a rhythm you had set together.

His lips curved as you stroked your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head and sighing in contentment.

And the world was forever beautiful.

In that moment, and in every moment he shared with you, the stone hashira's heart was softer than mochi.

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idlerin · 10 months ago

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love sick — profiles: inarizaki dogs

masterlist — ppl who think love sucks + [name] — episode one

suna’s life is basically just volleyball and his phone and his studies and did i mention volleyball? he’s a part of the college volleyball team along with atsumu and kiyoomi. suna already had a bunch of people vying for him since high school but he was never really interested in anyone at all, which makes atsumu teasing him because of all the people throwing themselves at him now in college even more unbearable.

to the outside world (meaning: people who are not close to suna) knows him to be intimidating and sarcastic, but that doesn’t scare away any of his admirers nope (unfortunately for him, that is exactly a lot of people’s type).

suna is currently a second year in tokyo university and lives outside of campus with osamu, his best friend. suna thinks living with osamu was one of the best decisions he’s ever made because of how good of a cook osamu is, it’s like he gets a personal chef… but osamu would smack him if he called him that and would probably never cook for suna again. suna likes his food thank you very much.

atsumu and sakusa are roommates living in the dorms. how this happened… oh well! sakusa ran out of options and atsumu was right there sigh (they actually live together just fine, until atsumu tries to rope him in one of the thirst trap videos he liked making).

the gc was created when they were first years in inarizaki by atsumu. really, it was just atsumu, osamu, and suna until atsumu added sakusa in their second year where he proclaimed sakusa was one of his new best friends (the gc name was never changed, no one really cares enough to change it anyways).

suna and sakusa actually get along really well because the twins could be too much sometimes, literally double the trouble. osamu is quiet but he’s just as sneaky as atsumu and together they’re a devilish pair (poor mama miya). suna and sakusa actually enjoy getting matcha before training on the days where their schedules match, it resulted into some really interesting conversations! like how everything has tiny living organisms surviving on it…

there have been plenty of times where suna found love letters in his bag or few times his way has been blocked by someone who was really really obviously dropping hints that they wanted to go out with hum. first it was love letters, then it was homemade sweets, then other gifts… it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, but man he just wants to be left alone!

that’s when he finds out that they were getting the courage to do all of this because of someone called [name] who in their words was “practically cupid”, suna got curious and tried to find who that person was. he found out that she was some love guru in the university, that’s what the people say. he soon figures out that this [name] who was practically cupid was the same [name] that atsumu kept blabbering about. suna only saw her in passing and they never really became acquainted with each other, but he knew of her existence.

the only ever real interaction they had with each other was when a girl was publicly professing her love for him and he ignored her and he got frustrated when she kept throwing herself at him so suna pushed her away. the girl fell and the only person who had the guts to help the girl was [name], who was watching the whole thing play out.

okay so they were technically on bad terms.

and it was probably a bad idea to use [name] as an excuse for his admirers to leave him alone, but she does owe him for indirectly tormenting him for months. also if [name] was some sort of cupid that brought hearts together, she should know how to make people go away too, right?

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — all of my body is aching! i blame my period! and i still have something due at 11:59 send help

taglist is OPEN ! + @yas-mjm @agirlwholovesalot @yenqa @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @renardiererin @cheezitwh0re @zephestia @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @lylovw @fo-love @cloudsvna @apinu @coyloves @rockleeisbaeeee @geombyu @girlkissersco @reveusecherie @megumiif @erenjvegerrr @thechaosoflonging @rintarousgirl @ris-krispie @kamikokii @complexivelovely @hearts4faey @yuzurins @eleanorheartschishiya @hearts4itoshi @justsomeonewhoyoudontknow @rijhi @sleepystrwbrryy @snail-squasher @seiamor @wave2love @le000xxgrd @iuspired @theidontknowmehn @linmabbe @rntrsuna @skomiomi @tenaciouswritersheep @i-am-l0ved @kenmacantakemeaway @tojirin @hissy-fit18 @applejuic33 @zennryu

to those i can not tag, kindly change your mentions settings thank you!

note: this is not the whole taglist, it’s been a year since i posted the masterlist to love sick and there may be people who don’t want to be in it anymore so i’ve only tagged those who confirmed they still want to be in the taglist through this post by liking or commenting as i don’t want to bother people! hehe

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lesinquietes · 16 days ago

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Farmer!Taishiro considers proposing to you. The notion sprouts after you make him a batch of matcha donuts when he falls ill with the flu. The gesture is incredibly thoughtful. He devours them without regret. How did you know he’d love these? Well, to be fair, he adores everything you bake. Perhaps you’re picking up on that. But be that as it may, this moment of kindness sticks out in his mind for weeks after the fact. For him, it highlights a need that’s gone unmet for too long.

You care about him, and he doesn’t want to lose you.

He’s been on dates before. He’s been in long-term relationships and confessed his love to people who were special. He’s never felt quite like this, though. Being your boyfriend has been a breath of fresh air. You're commonly on the same page. You enjoy his jokes and ideologies. You've even warming up to the concept of living together. In bed, you come to life in a different manner — one that he yearns to be exclusive to him.

It’s about time to pop the question.

He plans rigorously. He buys an engagement ring and sizes it to your finger using one of the other rings you wear. Thankfully, you don’t notice it’s missing. He buys your favourite flowers and your favourite comfort food for afterwards. He ensures everything is in place for his grand gesture.

On the day of, he takes you on a hike through the forest. It’s not one you’ve been to before. There’s a lot to see. You marvel at how gorgeous the scenery is. Not as gorgeous as you, sugar plum, he replies, kissing the tip of your nose. You melt into his embrace. Once you’re beyond the shelter of nature’s beautiful canopies, Taishiro leads you to a lookout point. You can see the entirety of the town from up here. You’re in utter awe.

Enjoying the view, you don’t catch him getting down on one knee. It’s too late when you do. He has the small black box in his palm, open, displaying the prettiest ring his farmer lifestyle can buy.

You gasp. He takes that as his cue.

“Sweetheart, you’ve given me nothing but joy since I met you. I don’t think I can live another day knowing you’re not completely mine. (F/n), my little gumdrop, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

But the emotion in your heart is not the one he wants. Your face morphs as he continues to speak. You’re expressing a concoction of shock and horror. He realizes he completely misread your energy. Were those even cues that he was picking up on, or was it just his eagerness?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Tai… um… this is… I mean— isn’t this… a little… too soon?”

“Too soon?” He echoes incredulously, hoping with every fibre of his being to convince you. “Why would it be too soon if we love each other?”

You hesitate. You may love him, but this is not in your plans. Tears in your eyes, you grasp his wrists and cover your mouth as you explain to him that you can’t marry him — not now. You’re just not ready for this level of commitment in such a short span of time.

The event scares you off. Once he guides you back through the woods, heart heavy and mind muddled with rejection, you tell him it’s likely best to part ways. You aren’t certain how to keep going when you’re both pursuing goals that don’t align. He wants marriage. You aren’t sure. He wants a nice wife to settle down and make a family with. You want to keep baking.

He insists that it doesn’t have to be this way. You don’t throw him a bone, though. You break up with him and call a cab.

Alone that evening, Taishiro gazes at the ring he wanted to plant on your cute little fingers. The box is crushed from how his fist tightened around the item when you told him no. Nothing went according to his plan. All you brought him was pain.

He wonders why you felt you could do this to him — the man who gave you his soul? It doesn’t make sense. You must not understand the extent of his love. If you did, you would have showed him a little more respect. But that’s fine; he knows he can redeem himself. You don’t grasp the root of his motivation yet, is all.

You obviously want him to chase you.

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#18+ minors dni #tw dark content #tw angst #yandere fatgum #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #farmer fatgum #farmer fatgum x baker reader #fatgum x reader #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #farmer au #baker reader #fem reader

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muichirosboba · 8 months ago

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Sparking Our Inferno | First Date with Kyojuro Rengoku (Rengoku x Y/n)

Warnings: none, just fluff, "friends to lovers" dynamic

Y/n's prounouns: (they/them) nonbinary!reader

AN: Hi, I would just like to say that this will be my first "Y/n x (character)" fic so please forgive me if it's not good. Happy reading!

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You and Kyojuro had been best friends for quite some time, and at some point you began to like him just a little more.

However, he never said anything to acknowledge your feelings, so you buried your attraction deep down and continued to be his friend.

That's why you were so surprised when he took your hands in his after finishing a mission you had been assigned to with him.

"Y/n." And that was all he said for a beat, his figure seeming to almost glow in the moonlight as those flaming eyes hooked onto yours, rendering you unable to look away.

When he spoke again, his voice was soft and carried a hint of gentle warmth that brought heat to your cheeks.

"Y/n... I've been meaning to tell you for the longest time."

You held your breath, knowing he would probably want to tell you that you had to come over and train with him at his estate again, but some stubborn part of your brain refused to stop hoping he would say something else.

"I think that you are an amazing, hardworking individual, with talent and great potential to be better than you already are. I enjoy spending each day I get by your side, and we work well together. I simply cannot deny it anymore..."

"Y/n... I have fallen for you."

If your cheeks were burning earlier, it was nothing compared to now.

You sucked in a gasp, thoughts racing frantically through your head wondering whether or not this was a joke.

But the sincere look in his eyes made everything else around you slow. They were so... clear. You could see exactly how he felt.

And he was telling the truth.

With a shaky breath, you managed, "I love you too."

His tender smile turned into a beaming grin as soon as the words left your mouth.

He found every single thing you did endearing.

He wrapped you in a tight, but comfy and warm bear hug and chuckled, "It sure took us a while, didn't it?"

You felt almost dizzy from the relief and whispered into his shoulder, "It was all worth it in the end though..."

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A bit into the next week, it was the day scheduled for your first date.

You were a bundle of nerves, fidgety and anxious.

You had already swapped the clothes you were to wear five times, and were resisting the urge to go change once again.

"After all," you tried to assure yourself, standing in front of the large mirror in your room, "we're just going to have some tea together."

It was a favorite of Kyojuro's, a small tea joint which was actually quite good. It was famous in this little town, and people from all over came just to taste their stellar matcha.

You took a minute to sit down and wait for Kyojuro, thinking.

"How long has he loved me? Does he really love me?"

"No, Y/n," you said aloud, snapping yourself out of it. "Don't doubt him. You saw how he looked at you."

You sat there in silence for another three minutes before a knock at the door made you jump.

"Y/n!" Kyojuro's familiar voice could be heard from behind the painted wood. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, give me a minute!" You called, scrambling to grab your shoes and put them on, before skidding into the bathroom and adjusting a few stray strands of hair and checking your reflection one last time.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

And there he was.

Blazing hair flowing onto his shoulders as usual, that smile like the sun on his face. And...

"His clothes," You thought, all the air once again drained from your lungs.

He was dressed impeccably, in a way that showcased both his casual and formal side at once. It made you feel like you should go change for the sixth time.

But that feeling melted away as he looked you over in polite awe.

"Y/n! You look stunning!"

"It's because this is your first time seeing me out of my Corps uniform...", you muttered, embarrassed, as you shut the door behind you and joined him on the steps outside.

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He insisted on carrying you, so you arrived at the slightly busy restaurant ten minutes later in his comfortable arms.

You could see everyone else's eyes on you as he gently set you down.

And hear the whispers.

But unlike what you originally thought would happen, people seemed happy for you two.

"Look! It's Rengoku-san and somebody... I think it's his date. They look good!"

"Oh my, what a cute couple!"

"Wow, Rengoku-san's really lucky!"

"Is that Y/n? And Ren- wait... AWW~!"

Well, either it was just you or the place was rapidly getting warmer....

Kyojuro settled you down at a small cedar table set for two before taking a seat himself, looking around. He had a huge grin on his face as he leaned in and murmured to you.

"You seem to be stealing everyone's attention, hmm? Just like how you stole mine."

You were busy looking out the window at the bustling town, your back to him, but heard his words.

And he knew too, by the red coating the tops of your ears.

Before he could continue, a waitress arrived.

"Hello!" she chirped cheerfully, "What can I get you two today?"

You turned. "Can we get two cups of your specialty matcha? I've heard it's the best around."

She wrote it down with a smile and a nod, confirming the rumor. "Anything else, or will that be all?"

Kyojuro cut in. "And one vanilla taiyaki. Thank you!"

She put in the dessert on her notepad and waved as she left to go serve another table.

The food arrived quickly. In the span of five minutes, in fact.

And that was when you discovered the pure bliss of eating with the person you loved.

Kyojuro had graciously split the taiyaki in half, and it was delicious.

The mix of vanilla and matcha was giving your taste buds something to celebrate as you savored every bite/sip.

He watched your face, feeling your joy himself as you two chatted and ate.

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Thirty minutes had passed and you were stuffed to the brim.

After six extra steaming cups of matcha and four more taiyaki, you refused any more food, clutching your stomach.

Kyojuro himself had eaten two times what you had and miraculously looked even better than before.

After you said thank you to the owner and headed out, he motioned for you to sit next to him on a bench.

You didn't hesitate to sit close to him and asked, "Why did you eat so much? Won't your stomach hurt tomorrow?"

He laughed, "It's my gratitude to the owner. So he makes more money and stays in business with his spectacular food for a long time. If even it's just a little, I want to help."

What a perfect man.

But... "You should have let me pay!"

"Absolutely not. Y/n, this was our first date. Of course I had to pay. And, like I just told you, I want to help. One should never take another's money if they are capable of paying themselves."

You just couldn't hold back your sigh.

"What?" He asked, surprised. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, quite the opposite. You said exactly the right thing. I sighed because it's impressive how much you do for others", you said simply.

"Oh trust me, Y/n, just wait. I do even more for the people I love."

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End!

How did you like it?

I might post a Giyu x Y/n fic if you all liked this and want me to.

TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT PLEASE!

CREDS:

Kyojuro Rengoku - Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer

Y/n - literally every fanfic writer

Inspo - @risingscorchingsuns I thought of you while writing this

Date setting - Google

Vanilla taiyaki - @nothingtoseehere1-2-3

Exhaustion - three days of staying up to write this

Irritation - autocorrect

Emotional support - @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @knyinfinity @tor-the-tortilla

Bye! Thanks for reading!

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x reader #kny fic #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #anime and manga #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku #flame hashira #x y/n fluff #first fic #help #charming man #for you #creative writing #fanfic writer #female writers #moots

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mayajadewrites · 9 months ago

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T H R E E: K E Y

You look around your entire apartment to see if Levi left the spare key you gave him.

Nothing.

You sigh and admit defeat as you sip on your coffee which was made perfectly made.

The bagel is warm so it couldn't have been long since Levi stopped by. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the bagel your ex boyfriend brought you. This too is perfectly made.

"He must've gotten these from the shop by his house." You say to yourself as you scroll through your phone, trying to kill time. You find Hange's name and text her to pick you up to bring you to your car.

Hange: Don't you have your car back already?

You: Um no... I woke up 15 minutes ago.

Hange: I helped Levi bring it to your house like 45 minutes ago. I thought you knew.

You move your curtain out of the way and see your car perfectly parked in your assigned spot. It looks like he got it washed, too.

You're fuming. Who does this man think he is?

You: I need you to give me my key back.

Levi: Why don't you start the conversation off with 'Thank you Levi for getting my car for me, getting it washed, and grabbing me breakfast'.

You: I don't need to be nice to you. Give me my key back.

Levi: Ok but I made copies.

Of fucking course he did.

You: What is your deal? We're not together anymore so why do you need a key to my house? I gave you back your key.

Levi: You can get another key if you want.

You: That is not the point. The point is we broke up. So we don't need to be in each others lives at all anymore.

Levi: I never said I didn't want you in my life.

Tsk. The nerve of this man.

You: You made it clear that you didn't want something long term with me. So what was the point of wasting both of our times?

Levi didn't respond. Ghosted. Typical for him.

The next day you have the opening shift - 6am to 2 pm. You prefer the morning shifts but the wake ups never get easier.

You help serve the customers and make coffee - thankfully your shop is locally owned and doesn't get terribly busy. You also get to see the same faces every day which is comforting.

When you look up after making a matcha latte, you see Mikasa Ackerman. Levi's cousin who you took on as your little sister. After the break up, you swore you would stay in her life. Your face lights up when her eyes meet yours and you run around the counter to give her a hug.

"Mikasa! God I missed you!" You cup her face with your hands. "You look good. How's life? How's Eren?"

"I missed you too." Mikasa smiled. "I'm good and Eren is good. We would love to go to dinner with you soon!"

"Okay, but your cousin is not invited." You half laugh, mostly because he might actually show up.

"Absolutely not." She grabbed her latte. "I've gotta run to work, it was nice seeing you! I'll text you!"

The rest of your workday went as normal. No Levi interruptions.

"Have a good day!" You wave goodbye to your boss and open the door to leave.

There he is, leaning against your car.

You swat at him to get off your car. "Don't you have a job?"

"I do. I'm on my lunch." Levi moved to the left of where he just was.

"Okay... so go get something for lunch. I'm leaving."

"I wanted to get lunch with you. We should talk."

"Oh now we should talk." You raise your arms. "Now Levi Ackerman is ready to talk. That's great, talk to a therapist." You slam your car door and start the engine.

"If I talk to a therapist can I take you to lunch?"

"No."

"I want us to be friends." Levi leaned into your car. You can't help but stare at his sculpted jawline and his jet black locks that cover one of his eyebrows. He definitely just got his undercut done.

"We can't be friends." You snap yourself out of whatever trance you were in. "I don't need any more friends."

"You have 1 friend and that's Hange."

"And that's enough for me. Anything else?"

"We're gonna be friends." Levi tapped the car window. "You don't really have a choice."

"You're like a roach." You press the button for your window to close. Levi's still staring at you intently. He never answered your text but felt so compelled to show up to your job and beg you to be friends?

As days go by, you feel the hole in your heart that Levi left start to close ever so slightly. You're nowhere near rebuilt, but you're healing. You spend your time working, writing, reading, and trying your best to avoid seeing Levi. He's stopped his random visits and hasn't text you, which feels... right. You're not supposed to talk to your ex boyfriend after you break up. Especially when you didn't want to break up but HE didn't want to commit long term.

...Right?

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan #levi ackerman attack on titan #aot

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 7 months ago

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🎀30 Day Glow Up Challenge🎀 - day fourteen

♡ Mindset : when I go out with my friends I detach from my phone for the day which is the best. While I made me way to Joe & The Juice I read a book called “Survival Of The Prettiest” it talks about beauty and the beauty industry. I love reading it definitely helps me pass the time when I’m commuting through out manhattan.

♡ Health : my friend and I have the same glow up goals and we love everything health and wellness and we discussed our goals and what we can do this summer together to help us reach our fitness goals. I live a 80/20 lifestyle so I try my best to not follow my usual meal plan when I’m going out with my friends or by myself. But I do extra walking and when you’re in manhattan you will walk alotttt. My friend and I walked so much purposely so we can get extra steps in. I hit over 10K steps.

♡ Self Care : I got a massage today at Chelsea Wellness it was soooo goodddd. I got the heated oil and hot stones treatment my body felt so relaxed after. While the lady massaged me I practiced my breathing that helps with cortisol and stimulates the Vega nerve I believe don’t quote me lol.

♡ Experience : I explored the city today which was so much fun especially doing it with my friend. Having a social life has definitely helped me through my glow up journey especially having friends on that same journey lol. I had Joe & The Juice I got the blueberry matcha chai latte so good a 8/10 and my friend gave me a piece of her Tunacado sandwich it was good 7/10. We went to Bubby’s Bakery after which was nice. The environment is very relaxed and homey. I got the Mac and cheese 9/10 so goodddd and I got the salmon bagel 6/10 it was good but the bagel was toooo hard. I couldn’t finish all my food so I brought left overs home for my siblings. Today was amazing 10/10 day.

Tell me how you’re doing babes I would love to know my inbox and requests are open<33333

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 5 months ago

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illicit affairs | twenty one

*Ellie’s POV* two months later The last two months have been an absolute whirlwind, it was hard to believe it was already August. Noah moved in with me but he’s only been here half the time since he’s been back and forth from LA for work and doing a few festival shows. When he was here though we spent most of the time exploring around Vancouver and getting Noah familiar with what the city had to offer. It still didn’t feel real that was he was permanently here, I kept waiting for him to go home to LA .

One of the best things about Noah being here was him spending time with Liam and developing a bond with him. Liam loved having Noah around which was such a relief because I was worried he wouldn’t like sharing our space. Noah spent a lot of undivided time with him and his calm, patient, kind nature helped him gained Liams trust pretty quickly. He even introduced Liam to Naruto and now it was their favourite pastimes. I also tried to not get offended when Liam started wanting Noah to read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, but their bond was so special I let it go. “Ow.” I turned around and saw Noah holding his shoulder, making me sigh. As much as I loved that Noah brought some of his music equipment with him, our living room was getting a little crowded. We had my desk, some guitars and Liams toy shelf in here, along with a sectional the size of Texas. I turned my attention back to my computer so I could wrap up some emails for work. Seconds later Noah came over and gently rubbed my shoulders, making me lose my train of thought. “I’m almost done.” I breathed as he brought his lips to the back of my neck. “Okay, I want to talk to you about something important when you’re done.” I raised my eyebrow at him, “I can type and listen.” “No you finish, I’ll make us some coffee first.” He whispered before kissing the top of my head. My head tingled from the contact as he walked towards the kitchen. Noah’s love language has been making me coffee when he’s here, which I’d never complain about because he always made it perfectly. He set up a full coffee bar when he moved in, making me anything from matcha’s, flat whites to iced oat milk lattes. When Liam was having a sleepless night he would even steam milk and honey for him to sleep, which worked like an absolute charm. “So what did you want to talk about?” I asked as I sat down on the couch. Noah came around the corner, a hot coffee in hand for me. I smiled as he passed it to me, feeling the warmth against my hands.

“While I appreciate all of us cramming into this condo together, we need more space. Jolly and I have been toying with the idea of a deluxe album so I’ll need a recording studio sooner than later.” He fiddled with the strings on his hoodie, looking nervous as all hell as he looked at me. “I had some places lined up to look at this afternoon if you’re interested.” “Seriously?” “Yes Ellie.” He smirked, “you can’t tell me it doesn’t feel crowded. I know Liam is only here half the time, but it would be nice to give him more space to play too. Not that I don’t trust him, but some of these guitars are really expensive so I need them somewhere safe.” “No I get it, and it would be nice to actually have an office.” My tone changed, getting excited about the idea, “so when do we go?” Noah just smiled at me before finished up our coffees. He had picked six houses that were in this area to look at because he liked it here, and I did too. After quickly getting dressed we got into the car and drove about 10 minutes away from the condo to a small bungalow that was almost identical to his home in LA. My stomach dropped a little, I didn’t want to be reminded of what happened there. Our realtor showed us around but I could tell even Noah didn’t like it, he took one loop around the kitchen and said we weren’t interested.

The next few houses didn't impress us and neither of us could see ourselves building a future in them. I started to wonder if we needed to hire a new realtor because he wasn’t getting it. Noah wore his defeat on his face and I tried to remain positive for him but it was hard. I grabbed his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze as we pulled up to the next house, which was also the last one. “Holy shit.” My jaw dropped as we pulled into the driveway. It was a two story modern home but with much darker aesthetics. Once we got out of the car I noticed and it had the cutest front porch, and it was on a quiet cul-de-sac. I was already picturing Liam riding a bike around here in the summer. Noah’s eyes glowed as he looked over at me, this could be it. Noah and I were walking around the house in complete awe, every room was leaving us speechless. We found out it was just built this year, so no one had lived in it yet. The interior matched with the exteriors aesthetics with the doors, window frames, all the cabinets and lights being black with gold fixtures. The floors were a lighter wood finish and the walls were a soft white and the house had so much natural lighting. It had 5 bedrooms, which was good because Liam can have his own room and we could have guest rooms for when the guys come up. There was also a small office off of the living room that would be perfect for me, or for Noah to turn into a recording studio. This house was meant for us.

“I saved this for last, because I think you’ll love the backyard the most.” We both gasped as we headed outside, my hand squeezed Noah's harder as I looked around. There was a large patio with a fire pit, again, perfect for us when the guys come up and a decent sized yard with a small in ground pool. My eyes wondered over to a detached garage that had a bonus room above it. Noah’s eyes lit up and I could instantly tell he wanted to make it his recording studio. Seeing him like this made my heart melt. Unfortunately our excitement wore off when we saw the price, it was a bit out of Noah’s price range. Unfortunately Vancouver real estate was, if not worse than LA’s was. Our realtor assured us he could get the asking price down since it had been on the market for a while and would get back to us with a better number by tomorrow. We felt our dream home slipping out of our hands and it was crushing me to see Noah so distraught over it. We thanked the realtor and drove home in complete silence.

“What if I sold my condo?” “Are you sure?” Noah sighed, not taking his eyes off the road.

"This house was made for us babe. My condo has doubled since I bought it and I paid it off, so it would help us with a downpayment. We can make this happen."

Noah put the car in the park as we pulled up the condo, sighing heavily. My eyes pleaded for him to give in for once and let me help, considering this was something for us. He brought his hand up to my face and held my cheek in his palm. I studied the freckles on his sun kissed face as he tried to find his words. “That house really was made for us, wasn’t it?” I just nodded on account I was melting into his hand. A small smirk appeared on his face before he gently kissed me, leaving me wanting more. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed my bottom lip as a million thoughts raced through my mind. Our eyes remained locked on each other and that gravitational pull made it impossible to look away. “Lets go get our home then.”

#bad omens #fanfic #noah sebastian

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alittlewarmer · 24 days ago

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𓍯𓂃 sealed with joy and tenderness 𓏧♡

🗓️ november 3, 2024

── .✦ today, i am grateful for...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the jamonilla luncheon meat and rice breakfast combo after months of not being able to eat it. i recommend the orginal jamonilla or the variant with ham if you find spam too salty and lotte too bland and want to find a luncheon meat with a perfect balance!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 all the kind soul behind the tumblr accounts who were thoughtful enough to follow me back and express their support for my personal endeavor. thank you, everyone!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 @lostwanderingdrifter, whom i just met today but was kind enough to accommodate my chats on film photography. i gained a bunch of new and helpful knowledge! i am looking forward to meeting more friends who share the same interest in film and digital photography and who are up for chill but fun photowalks!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 a 2012 picture with my tumblr friends that i dug up while searching for my old url. our time together may have been brief, but the memories are everlasting. i miss them a lot, and i hope that we'll have another chance to reconnect and express how proud we are of each other—from being chronically online teenagers to passionate adults.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the flying lugaw's sangkap vol. 3 release. i discovered a lot of new local songs and artists. i am especially fond of cat boy jeepney driver's unsint a message. i've been replaying it since i finished the playlist. i've been into this bop genre lately, and i am excited to discovering more similar songs. if you have time and if you are looking for new music to listen to, please consider supporting our local artists!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 my mama, who took my rarely used shoes to repair shop. i started doing morning walks last week but needed to take a break for a few days because, aside from severe body ache, my walking shoes broke after being stored for so long. my mama is kind and supportive enough to have them repaired, and we got them back today!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 my brother, sister-in-law, and baby niece, who stopped by after attending the sunday mass. they brought puto bumbong and bibingka with them! now that i think about it, this is my first puto bumbong of the year!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the crabs my mama bought and cooked for our dinner. i haven't had crabs in a while, so you can imagine my raging appetite after knowing our dinner. i enjoyed my meal more by rewatching to all the boys i've loved before (2018) upon hearing the news of lana condor's wedding (she's so pretty; she's one of my girl crushes!).

── .✦ today, i showed kindness to myself by...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 listening to my heart's desire to re-open a tumblr account and start my warmth journey. it is high time to do an internal cleansing before things turn the wrong way.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 cleaning my tumbler.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 making myself a matcha latte to refresh my palette after my crab dinner.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 uninstalling twitter from my phone to distance myself from mentally and emotionally draining contents.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 enjoying the remaining day of the long weekend day by letting myself rest so that i'll fully-charged for tomorrow's return to work.

this day has been kind to me, and i am grateful for the blessing of living it ♡,

cerise ˗ˏˋ 🍒 ˎˊ˗

#swjt #gratitude #self-love

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my-plastic-life · 16 days ago

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Happy Pocky Day! Have you ever had these tasty snacks? You can find them here in the U.S.!

Pocky Day is a special snack holiday held every November 11 (11.11 looks just like a couple of Pocky sticks lined up together. It’s a clever marketing tactic by Glico to get people to have more fun eating Pocky and Pretz together). It’s a fun annual tradition where Japanese pop culture fans share Pocky sticks with friends and loved ones to spread joy and connection. Pocky boxes are meant to be shared with family and friends. Kiku and her BFF, Miwa, have met up for a day of shopping and sharing the treats! Kiku brought her favorite flavor, strawberry, as well as cookies and cream. Miwa also has the choco banana flavor and mint chocolate chip, and she brought the original flavor too.

Pocky Day exists because everybody loves snacking on tasty Japanese Pocky. Made by Glico, these delicious chocolate-covered biscuit sticks with a plethora of flavors are named after “pokkiri.” That's Japanese onomatopoeic word when you crack Pocky sticks in between your teeth. It’s one of the most iconic Japanese snacks that’s super easy to eat!

Pocky is so iconic that it always makes appearances in anime, manga, and Japanese TV series. Pocky plays a big part in Japanese pop culture. Boasting a smorgasbord of flavors, Japanese Pocky biscuit sticks holds the title in the Guinness World Records for being the “world’s largest chocolate-coated biscuit brand.”

I had so much fun creating these minis! I found actual photos of Japanese Pocky boxes - there are so many flavors, and some are limited editions such as sakura in the spring - and remade them in Photoshop in high quality, then scaled them down and printed them out. I also took an X-acto knife to two of the boxes to allow the sticks to fit inside. To make the sticks, I used toothpicks and paint. And yes, the sticks do fit inside the boxes! I'll probably have even more flavors next year!

Top row, from left: Matcha (green tea), cookies and cream, and choco banana. Bottom right, from left: Original chocolate, choco mint, and strawberry.

#my plastic life #tenderwolf #doll photography #one sixth scale #azone international #azone pure neemo #kiku ningyo #pocky #pocky day #anime doll #azonejp #myfroggystufffanpics

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ameliaenya404 · 4 months ago

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I was writing about my abuser and got reminded of this one boy and I got so sad so now I'm writing about him instead because I'm still very much hung up on him.

It's crazy to think about when I was nine. A nine-year-old girl who had a crush on her boy best friend. The same boy who dated her abuser later and was abused. The same boy she barely talks to anymore. I still love him I think. I think I'll always love him. We've both dated other people but it never went well. I was so awful to him. I think I deserve to bleed for how I took him for granted. I want to go back to 9-year-old me and tell her that, that boy would ask her out in 5th grade and that she should say yes. That she should cherish every moment with him. I miss him. I wish she never ruined us. I wish she never existed so he and I could be happy. Well, he is happy. I still keep up with his socials. He's going to the gym and starting a business, he still has that perm, chubby cheeks, and a smile I'll adore to the day I die. Maybe we won't talk. But I swore no matter what I'd be on the sidelines cheering him on. I need to move on, he has. But I think in different circumstances we were meant to be. I wish I could sit next to him one last time and talk about games like we used to as kids. I wish I could go back to the day he knew I was depressed and brought me matcha pokey at school. Such a small thing still makes me feel a certain way whenever I see matcha pokey. Somewhere between longing and regret.

I need to get over him. I'm happy for him and he's the one person in the world I wish the absolute best for. If I was religious he'd be the only one I keep in my prayers. I miss us and who we used to be, granted I was always broken and fucked but he was holding me together and in return, I wanted to give him everything.

God I should get over this wtfff this is so sickk

#got hit with the post vent clarity at the end #lkke brooo tf am i saying #god i miss him but eh life moves on #♥ mel's rambles

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btschooseafic · 1 year ago

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Scared of Love (in a coffee shop)

Pairing: ot7, ot6 x jungkook

Details: jungkook centric, a/b/o dynamics, coffee shop au, soulmates au

Summary: Jungkook meets (most of) the pack that runs Jin's Cafe.

Warnings: implied mpreg (not jk), attempted assault

Masterlist

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Jungkook was used to getting ready for work as evening approached (although it was a little earlier than usual). He wasn’t used to the small flutter of excitement at his chest. Or, at least, he hadn’t felt it in some time.

When he got the job at the bar, he’d thought it would be temporary, just until he could refine his portfolio and start applying again. The job wasn’t so bad, at first. He enjoyed seeing people celebrate—job promotions—new mates—good times. But then the nights dragged on. He saw more people lost in the bottom of their cups than celebrating. He was drained by the end of the night, no energy left to work on his portfolio.

“Jungkook-ah!” Yoongi waved and smiled and Jungkook felt something dancing in his stomach. “How are you doing?” Yoongi seemed to actually be waiting for a response.

“I’m—I’m good. Excited to be here.”

Yoongi studied him. “That’s good. Are you ready to see how to close up?” He asked. Jungkook nodded. So Yoongi showed Jungkook how to clean the coffee machines and counters. “There’s a separate routine for the back. Jin-hyung can show you what it’s like over the next couple of days. You can try working in the front and in the back, see what you like better.”

A broad shouldered man stepped out from behind the curtain marked ‘employees only!’

“Yoongi-yah, where’d you put the—“ The man broke off, blinking at Jungkook. “Hello?”

“Hi?” Jungkook replied.

The man put his hand in front of his mouth and leaned close to Yoongi. “I thought you were closing up,” the man whispered loudly. “Who is this?”

“Hyung.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Remember I told you Jiwoo brought in a prospective employee?” The other man just squinted at him, like he remembered nothing of the sort. Yoongi sighed. “He liked your matcha toast.”

“Ha ha! Of course he did! I’m an excellent cafe owner, obviously everything I make is spectacular!”

Jungkook concluded that this was Jin, and he was just as self-centered as Jungkook first assumed. Then he saw how Jin’s ears were bright red. Was he embarrassed that Jungkook liked his toast? Jungkook’s lips twitched. That was… kind of cute, actually.

“I’m Jungkook,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly.

“Kim Seokjin.” He paused, pursing pink puffy lips. “I’m sorry I forgot about you, it’s coming back to me a little now. Thanks for enjoying my food.”

“Ah, hyung, it’s fine, it’s been a long day,” Yoongi reassured him. He pulled out his phone and glanced at it. “Namjoonie is heading over now.”

“Excellent!” Jin clapped his hands together. “Jungkook, would you like a tour of the kitchen before he arrives?”

As an omega, Jungkook hesitated for a moment before agreeing to be alone with a stranger.

“I’ll come too,” Yoongi offered. “Just in case hyung forgets anything else important.”

“Yah!” Jin’s ears flushed again.

A small giggle escaped Jungkook’s lips. Seokjin and Yoongi looked at him. Jungkook held his hand over his mouth.

“Ah, sorry, it’s just… you two seem to get along well.”

“I would hope so!” Seokjin huffed. “Seeing as Yoongi’s my mate.”

Jungkook blinked. “Oh…”

“Yoongi didn’t tell you?” Seokjin shot him a look. “Seems like I’m not the only one forgetting important things. Anyway, come along, I’ll explain as we walk.” He held open the curtain. Yoongi and Jungkook stepped through. Seokjin showed him around the kitchen, and pointed through another door at the locker room. “It’s not much, but to me, it’s beautiful.” Seokjin touched the oven, smiling at it. “It’s always been my dream to open a cafe. Of course, it’s hard to run a cafe by yourself, so my mates helped me.” He reached over to pinch Yoongi’s cheek. “And they’re actually very good at it.”

Yoongi swatted him off, blushing slightly. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“We also sell records, because Yoongi is obsessed with music, and plants, cause Namjoonie likes leafy green things.” Seokjin paused. “Not vegetables. He could stand to eat more of those.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, that concludes our short, yet sweet, tour. Tips are appreciated.” He held his hand out.

Jungkook stuck his hands in his pockets. He felt something small and round and pulled it out. It was one of the candies he kept on hand for Seoyeon. He placed it on Seokjin’s palm.

Yoongi snorted. “Don’t encourage him.”

“This…” Seokjin held it up. “Is the single best tip I’ve received in my entire career.”

Jungkook squinted. “You can’t have received many good tips, then.” Seokjin shrugged, unwrapping the candy and popping it in his mouth.

They returned to the front, Yoongi telling Jungkook about the best selling albums currently. The door opened, the little bell above it jingling.

“Am I late?” The man asked, slightly out of breath. Yoongi shook his head.

“This is Jungkook.”

“I’m Kim Namjoon.” He smiled. Oh. Dimples!

“Anyway,” Seokjin said. “The three of us are in charge. Hoseok still works here part time, but Taehyung and Jimin have other responsibilities now, so that’s why we needed more employees.”

Jungkook nodded, even though he didn’t know who Seokjin was talking about, he figured they were more of Seokjin’s mates. “That makes sense.”

“If you could help us with closing today, and then tomorrow come in around two or three, you could meet Hoseok then, and he can run you through the afternoon shift.” Namjoon showed Jungkook how to wipe down the tables and couches and water the plants. “To be honest, the books don’t make a significant profit,” Namjoon told Jungkook as they straightened out the shelves. “But customers are allowed to read the books without purchasing them, or donate used books. I think it makes for a nice atmosphere.”

Seokjin showed Jungkook what needed to be prepped for tomorrow morning in the kitchen. They sliced apples together, and Seokjin let Jungkook nibble at the core.

Jungkook stared at the check Namjoon placed in his hands at the end of the night.

“We can do cash, if you prefer,” Yoongi commented. Jungkook shook his head.

“This is fine, I’m just… I didn’t realize I would be getting paid for the trial period.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed. “It’s work. Of course we’re paying you.”

“Normally we pay weekly, but for the trial period I figure we’ll do daily, in case something ends up not working out,” Namjoon told him. Jungkook nodded, tucking the check into his pocket, determined that he would reach that weekly pay.

The afternoon shift was nice. He got to hang out a bit with Jiwoo. “The afternoon shift is my preference, since I take classes at night,” she told him.

After a week of learning under Hoseok, Jungkook was refreshed in his coffee knowledge. He often worked out front, practicing more and more elaborate latte art to surprise the customers with.

He also became familiar with the specific aspects of working at Jin’s Cafe.

Yoongi let him choose some albums to order to sell, and gave him editing permissions on the cafe’s playlists.

Sometimes Jungkook worked in the back. He wasn’t great at cooking the same recipe over and over, especially for profit. He preferred cooking for himself, the freedom of just throwing things together and hoping they tasted good.

“Namjoon isn’t allowed in the kitchen cause one time he burnt a hole through one of my favorite pots,” Seokjin told Jungkook. “Compared to that, you’re welcome back here anytime.”

At the end of the week, Jungkook insisted he was ready for the infamous morning rush.

It was just halfway into the shift when Jungkook finally got a break. He stood at the counter, munching on a chocolate almond croissant Hoseok brought him from the kitchen.

Jungkook was good at customer service, and he enjoyed that challenge, but it took a lot of energy out of him.

“Jin-hyung is the same way,” Hoseok said when Jungkook admitted this to him. “He’s great at charming even the most difficult customers, but it leaves him totally drained afterwards, so he prefers staying in the kitchen. Besides, he really enjoys cooking. As long as he can peek out and see how people are liking his food, he’ll be happy.”

“What about you?” Jungkook wondered. Even while working only part time, Hoseok seemed great at remembering customer’s names favorite orders. Jungkook had heard him asking after a regular customer’s mother’s surgery and how that big project at work ended up.

Hoseok smiled sheepishly. “I’m similar. I enjoy meeting new people, but it also makes my heart race too fast. We’re all mostly introverted here, except for Joonie. That’s why he takes care of the business side of things,” Hoseok explained. Jungkook nodded. Namjoon only stopped by every couple of days—though he had still found time to give Jungkook a plant cutting. Jungkook was enjoying the small sprout of green in his apartment. “He does all the meetings with the investors and stuff like that. Seokjin would end up yelling and I’d end up…” He paused. “Probably lecturing them.” He giggled. Then his face turned serious. “We’ve had some pretty shitty investors in the past. They didn’t give us the freedom to do what we wanted with the cafe. It’s better now, but it was really hard for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said. “But I’m glad it’s better now.”

Hoseok smiled. “I can tell you really mean that. You’re lovely.”

Jungkook flushed. “Sajangnim…”

Hoseok waved his hand. “You can call us all hyung.” He paused. “Unless that’ll make you uncomfortable? Jiwoo said she’s happy to address us casually, but you’re your own person, so if you don’t want to—“

“I want to!” Jungkook said quickly. He liked the idea of having several more hyungduel to look after him (and vice versa).

Hoseok’s grin was heart shaped. “Great! Now, let’s see what else I can teach you, Jungkookie!” The chalkboard outside needed to be redone. “Usually we do a doodle and a joke. Often a pun. The secret goal is to make Jin-hyung laugh. Why don’t you give it a try this time?” He handed Jungkook a box of colorful chalk pens.

“Got it.” Jungkook nodded seriously. Hoseok laughed.

“Cutie.”

“…Hyung.” Jungkook squirmed, not necessarily disliking Hoseok calling him cute, but not sure what to do about that. Instead of dealing with it, he leaned over and started to draw. He drew a steaming cup of coffee and a scrawled out a quick little pun.

Hoseok rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That’s good! I mean, the pun is… could use some work, honestly,” he said. Jungkook wilted slightly. “But the drawing is great, feels like I could reach in and grab the cup to go!” Jungkook smiled tentatively. Hoseok clapped his hands together. “I know, how about you take care of the chalkboard whenever you take the morning shift! What do you think?”

“I can do that,” Jungkook said, resolving to Naver coffee puns later.

Soon, Jungkook’s trial was over. He had mostly settled into morning shifts. He knew the names of several regular customers, and regularly updated Yoongi’s morning playlist.

One afternoon, he was lingering in the locker room to chat with Jiwoo. Jiwoo glanced at her phone.

“Oh, I’ve got to hurry, it’s almost time for me to start.”

“Is it that time already?” He needed to get going, he had a call with Junghyun soon. “Do you mind if I change in front of you?” Jungkook asked.

“Go ahead,” Jiwoo waved her hand, turning around to organize something in her locker. Jungkook pulled off his work shirt, comfortable enough to change in front of another omega. He was wearing an undershirt anyway.

The door burst open. “Hyung, are you in here?”

Jungkook froze, staring at the man in the doorway.

It was the strawberry boy, one of the mates from in front of the club that night. The strawberry scent was gone now, leaving the faint smell of alpha, most likely peeking through scent blockers at the end of the day. Jungkook was surprised to find he didn’t mind the alpha’s natural scent. He nearly stepped closer to smell it better.

“Goddammit Taehyung!” Jiwoo said, standing in front of Jungkook and trying to shield him from view (she was shorter than him, but Jungkook appreciated the effort). “You can’t just burst in here—it’s not just your mates that work here anymore.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Taehyung bowed.

“It—it’s fine,” Jungkook said, wondering if Taehyung would remember him. “I’m sure it was just an accident.” He pulled on his hoodie and zipped it up.

Taehyung nodded wildly. “Ah, but I couldn’t help but notice… your tattoos are really cool.”

Jungkook’s cheeks felt warm. “Thanks.”

“Where’d you get them done?” Taehyung wondered.

“Oh, I did them myself,” Jungkook admitted.

“Seriously?” Jiwoo’s eyes widened. “That’s so cool…”

“It is!” Taehyung agreed. “But, what are you doing working in a cafe if you’re so good at tattoos?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m so good. That was just practice. I’ve never done anyone else’s.” Jungkook thought Taehyung was probably just exaggerating cause he felt bad about bursting in on him changing.

“No, really, they’re so good,” Jiwoo told him. “You should be proud of them. Anyway, are you okay, JK? Cause I’ve got to get to work.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook assured her. She rushed out of the room. Jungkook slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Um…” Taehyung smiled shyly. “I was wondering, do you remember me?”

“…Yeah, I’m surprised you remembered me.”

“You’re surprised?” Taehyung’s brow furrowed. “Jimin and I have been worried about you this whole time. I mean…” He held his hands up. “Not that you didn’t seem capable of defending yourself, but I know some alphas can be real assholes.”

“Sure,” Jungkook said. “But some aren’t. You…” He cleared his throat. “I mean… thanks again, for helping me, that night.”

Taehyung shook his head. “I didn’t really do anything.”

“Maybe not intentionally,” Jungkook acknowledged. “But your perfume was strong enough to hide my scent. That really helped.”

“Strawberries.” Taehyung grinned. “I like sweet scents, good thing one of my mates opened a bakery, huh?”

“I want you to know, I scolded Tae for rushing into the locker room like that,” Hoseok told him the next day. “He’s aware that you and Jiwoo change in there, so he should act better.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook said seriously. “Taehyung-ssi seemed nice.”

Hoseok nodded slowly. “He’s very nice, but he’s still very puppy-like. He’s our maknae, you know, so he might be a little too exuberant sometimes. But I promise he will back down if you ever feel uncomfortable.”

Jungkook nodded, although, for some reason, he couldn’t actually imagine Taehyung making him feel uncomfortable.

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elizabethcromwell · 9 months ago

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Chapter Two: Two Centauri, a Human and a Drunk Narn Walk Into a Bar

The weeks go by and I manage to return to some semblance of a normal, G’Kar free life. Of course we bump into each other and it’s awkward and tense but, no one has died and Michael’s face has healed.

In the mornings, I wake up slowly.

I put on water for tea and hop into a lukewarm shower. Hot water credits are expensive and the cold showers seem to help with the ache of missing G’Kar; the incessant need that he seemed to have satiated for me. I take my shower and drink my tea. I read until I have to head to the archives. I ignore the nagging thoughts of running straight to G’Kar. Every inch of me misses him. Not just the lusty parts. But the late nights and quiet mornings - we spent a lot of time together. Talking. Sharing everything. I knew a lot about the Narn empire, probably more than any other human, probably, in the galaxy. He did his reading, scrolling through messages and returning correspondences. And I read, curled up next to him, his arm around me. I shake my head and remind myself of what he said and how badly it hurt. The pain is sharper than the need and I can’t seem to get his voice out of my head: it is nothing.

I square my shoulders and dry my tears before I step out into the busy halls of Babylon 5.

My position in the archives is luxurious despite the cramped, dark rooms. I spend my days archiving and digitizing and scanning in thousands of books, papers, records and magazines and newspapers that get funneled into my literary cave. Anything historical or scientific gets sent back to the owner, government or library from whence it came. Anything that Earthforce deems important gets uploaded to the central data network. Everything else gets sold or incinerated. Which is why my personal quarters are plum full of romances and dramas and mysteries and thrillers. It’s a perk of the job. I get first dibs on anything that isn’t wanted - which is always the good stuff. I also act as a librarian of sorts - the staff and commanders, government agents and curious denizens all come to us for access to information. If it’s approved for the public, they may have a copy. Anything else needs a clearance.

I don’t have to wear a uniform and I have a little kettle and more tea to get me through the day. I have access to the staff commissary and cafeteria for minimal credits, if any. It’s not necessarily thrilling or cushy but, I get to live on Babylon 5 and have access to more books than I’ll ever be able to read.

That was how I met G’Kar. He came by one day, complaining about the lack of an assistant and in desperate need of, “one bloody map,” and the network wasn’t pulling it up for him. It had been one of those ridiculous, locked eyes, brushing hands, blushing and stuttering and smiling moments. Love at first sight. He’d come back every day for two weeks and I thought I was going to die by the time he finally asked me to dinner.

We hadn’t separated since.

Now, I’m back to spending my days reading and sorting and scanning and trying not to think about that certain Narn ambassador. I toss another few outdated encyclopedias into the incinerator and wish to the stars I could incinerate these stupid feelings. Tears well as I shut the fire door and press the green button, watching the pages burst into white hot flame and then disappear.

“Good morning!” A happy, familiar voice calls from the window in front of my desk, “Anybody home?”

“Coming!” I answer and make my way through the shelves of books and stacks of boxes, sniffling away any indication that I was crying in the corner. I come around the stack and see my friend standing at the window and offer a genuine smile, “Hello, Vir.”

“Good morning, Dove,” he sighs, though his eyes sparkle with the near constant joy and positivity I’ve come to associate with the ambassador’s attache, “I’ve brought my usual offering of a matcha latte and lemon scone,” he smiles - holding up the little paper cup and matching paper bag.

“My hero,” I smile and accept his gifts, “I don’t have anything new for Londo, though. I’m sorry,” I look through my notebook of standing requests and Londo’s appeals for anything Narn related. G’Kar has the same request standing for the Centauri. And Ambassador Delenn has an order for nearly everyone. Everyone who has an enemy has put in a request for information. Vir checks in twice a week and brings gifts in exchange for preferred treatment. Which he gets.

“Well, actually, I’m not here for that today,” Vir gives me a nervous look and I arch my eyebrow, “Ambassador Mollari requests your presence for,” he clears his throat, “Dinner.”

“Oh, no,” I shake my head and lean back in my chair, “Not a chance.”

“Oh, Dove,” Vir whines, “Please don’t make me tell him no.”

“Tell him no. Send him down here and I’ll tell him no.”

“Dove.”

“Vir,” I shake my head, “I’m not going on a date with a nonhuman ever, again. Let alone another ambassador. Let alone the sworn enemy of my ex-boyfriend nonhuman ambassador. Not a chance in the galaxy.”

Vir stares at me but doesn't prod - universe bless him for it, “Fine. But you know he’s not going to be happy.”

“So be it,” I nod, “Look at this face. This is the face of a thirty-three year old woman who simply cannot go on another date. Ever again.”

“It will be my great displeasure to tell Ambassador Mollari that you turned him down, Dove. But also,” Vir leans in, that sparkle returning as he lowers his voice, conspiratorially, “Do you want to get drinks with me tonight? We can… how did you say… talk shit?”

“I would love to. See you at eight? Nine?”

Vir nods, clapping quietly, “Nine o’clock.”

I watch Vir skip off - sending up a prayer that he doesn’t catch too much flack for returning without anything from the archives or a date for Londo. I go back to work - feeling a bit better about life with Vir’s latte and snack; looking forward to drinks with my friend. I take another stack of moldy, dated encyclopedias and dictionaries to the incinerator. I barely have a chance to toss them in before the little brass bell at the window is being beaten within an inch of its antique life, “Mercy me,” I return, “I’m coming! Nothing is that important here - oh,” G’Kar stands, straight and tall and looming, “Ambassador,” I greet him, folding my arms across my chest, “What can I help you with?”

“What do you mean she said no!?” Londo Mollari nearly jumps out of his chair, his desk and the contents spread across it shake and wobble, “She said no!?”

“She did,” Vir nods and wrings his hands, “But you have to understand - she’s still quite sad about Ambassador G’Kar. I don’t think she’s ready for that!”

Londo scoffs, “I am not asking for a… for anything, Vir! Just dinner,” Londo says and Vir gives him a look of exasperation, “Okay, perhaps I do not have such pure intentions. Nothing brings me so much joy as to piss off the Narn. G’Kar in particular. Chasing after the archivist,” Vir gives Londo another look and Londo sighs dramatically, “Chasing after Dove is the perfect way to achieve that,” Vir chews his lip, trying to keep his opinion to himself. Londo sighs dramatically, “What is it, Vir?”

“Dove is my friend,” Vir steps forward, “The Ambassador was not kind to her and I… well, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Londo straightens and his gaze softens, “The only victim I intend to make is that of the Narn idiot down the hall, understood?” Vir nods, “Good. Now, what time are you meeting her for drinks?”

“G’Kar,” I exhale, on the verge of crying simply out of frustration, “Please, just go. I have work to do. I’m sure you do, too.”

“I miss you, Dove. I have made a terrible mistake.”

“You haven’t even apologized, G’Kar,” I shake my head and sink down into my chair, staring up at him, “Still, you can’t even say you love me without making sure nobody is around. You’re looking down the hallway right now,” I snap and G’Kar returns his gaze to me - I didn’t think Narn’s could blush but his cheeks darken and he lowers his face in shame, “I can’t do this G’Kar. I never asked you to parade me around here like your bride but, damn. You could have… said something, anything else to Na’Toth. Now please,” I hold up my hand when G’Kar makes to argue and he bows his head again, “Please, please go and let me move on with my life.”

“Dovey.”

“G’Kar, please.”

“Everything all right here?” Commander Sinclair appears next to G’Kar, brow furrowed. We exchange looks and he nods, “Did you need something from the archives, Ambassador?”

G’Kar shakes his head, “No, what I need is not available yet.”

“Then I trust you’ll be on your way. As you know Miss Dove is incredibly busy and her job is vital to Babylon 5’s productivity,” the Commander glares at G’Kar and G’Kar stares at me for a moment longer and tears prick and sting my eyes as I do my best to back.

“Just go, G’Kar,” I whisper and he nods, stepping back and giving me a curt bow before finally leaving, his hulking form disappearing down the hallway.

“Take the rest of the day off, Dove,” the Commander nods to me, “I insist.”

“I thought I was vital to the workings of the station, Commander.”

He smirks, “You are but, I also don’t want to get a work order in because some cried on the scanner and blew a fuse. And it’s not incredibly professional for me to present war texts with tear splotches, either. Take the day off. I’ll make sure G’Kar knows that he’s to use the other archivists for his needs.”

“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out, “I mean it.”

“See you back here in the morning,” the Commander nods with a smile.

G’Kar, esteemed ambassador of the Narn regime, is beside himself.

Well, perhaps he has been beside himself before. He’s prone to his emotions, he can admit that. But he’s never been this beside himself and this drunk before. But here he is. Sitting in his quarters with nearly an entire bottle of kriul burning in his belly while his heart breaks and tears stream down his face.

She had seemed so small, so delicate.

His Dove, his lovely Dovey, had looked up at him and he had seen only pain and tears in her eyes - both of which were his fault. He thought she’d come back, though, he did. He’d been wrong about that, it seems. He was wrong about everything with Dove. And he’d been an ass, “Ambassador,” Na’Toth appears in the doorway and the light is blinding to G’Kar’s poor, drunk eyes, “It’s late. You have an early morning.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Ambassador,” Na’Toth steps inside and the door slides shut - it’s little relief with Na’Toth holding firm in her disobedience, “I understand that you are upset but your drinking has increased significantly. You’ve been exhausted and sick for the last three days. I’m afraid at this rate, you’ll be drunk or unconscious - you have an important meeting tomorrow.”

“Unconscious? It would be a blessing, Na’Toth, now go.”

G’Kar does not want to hate Na’Toth, he thinks as he glares at her, hating her. She is good at what she does, one of the best. It would be difficult, to say the least, to replace her. Even more difficult to actually dismiss her. So he glares. And he hates.

“Ambassador, you must… you must snap out of this!”

G’Kar roars then, jumping up and nearly falling over - the entire room spins. He realizes that his words are nearly incoherent as he falls out into the hallway; the lights are far too bright and the halls far too busy, “If you will not leave, I will!”

The Zocalo is bright and loud and never, ever experiences a lull. If you’re looking for peace and quiet, perhaps one of the more exclusive bars on the outskirts of the chaos or the tea shop that closes before clubs open. Thankfully, peace and quiet is not what I need as I sit down next to Vir, “Dove! You made it,” he waves over at the bartender, “One for her,” he points to the ruby red, slushy drink in front of him, “Make hers a double.”

No sooner than my drink appears before me does Londo Mollari appear next to Vir, “Ambassador,” Vir gives Londo an uneasy look, “What a coincidence!”

“Yes,” Vir sighs and gives me a look that tells me it isn’t a coincidence at all, “What a coincidence.”

“And Dove! The most beautiful archivist on Babylon 5, nay, I say! The universe. The sun could not outshine you, the stars could not out sparkle the life in your eyes.”

I arch my eyebrow, “Hello, Ambassador.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Londo shakes his head, holding out his hand. I slip mine into it and he peppers it with kisses before standing up straight, “You will call me Londo.”

He stares at me expectantly and I can do nothing more than smile, “Would you like to join us?”

Londo is a terrible liar and he huffs and puffs and assures me he can’t. Even Vir is rolling his eyes, “Londo, just sit,” he says, “I know your schedule.”

“If you insist,” Londo says, “I’ll have what she’s having,” he calls, pointing to my drink, “Please.”

“I’ll have to warn you, Londo,” I take a long, cold sip from my straw and he watches my mouth for a moment before sliding his eyes back up to mine, “We came here to bitch.”

“Bitch?” he asks, nodding to the bartender as he pushes his drink across the counter.

“Yes, it means to complain. About everything and anything. Talk shit.”

“Oh, well,” Londo smiles, canines glinting in the light, waggling his eyebrows, “I do love to bitch.”

G’Kar cannot believe his drunk, tear-burnt eyes.

He’s sure he’s passed out somewhere and this is just some horrible, inebriated nightmare. But, he’s not waking up, is he? Na’Toth appears at his side, “You see? It is time for you to move on, too. She has a fetish, clearly.”

The words sting and G’Kar winces but, he doesn’t argue. Dove sits next to Londo Mollari, that Centauri bastard - they’re both staring at Vir while he tells a story, arms and hands flailing as he animates it. Vir jumps forward with a loud roar and Dove screams, clinging to Londo’s arm - all three of them falling into a fit of giggles. She leans over and whispers in Londo’s ear and, Londo puts his hand over hers and they both start laughing, again. She’s happy. Her cheeks are pink and her smile is wide. She’s let her hair fall out of that braid she keeps it tangled in.

G’Kar roars, stepping out into the noise and neon and all three turn, their smiles falling.

“Mollari, you son of a bitch!”

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medtech-mara · 1 year ago

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So, your other ocs. Are they involved in the campaign at all, or do they exist separately? Followup: Do any of them interact with each other in any capacity? Friends, coworkers, passing acquaintances, etc etc

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Short answer: Yes. I think what makes this campaign standout so much, at least mostly to me, with 18 years of roleplaying experience…Is how alive our Night City feels. These aren’t just some random newcomers, these are people born in Night city, they had lives before being mercs and it really shows throughout the campaign, where members are trying to hide what they are doing from those they love the most. One players family, friends, even ex-lovers have made huge marks on other players characters lives. Long answer: YES. MY GOD THIS IS WHAT I LOVE THE MOST ABOUT THIS CAMPAIGN. Mara/the Adams & the Desert Foxes/ Atredies are probably my crown jewels of life brought life into the city. It started with me just loving how complex Mara’s life was juggling being a Medtech for a Clinic she Co-owns with her Childhood bestfriend/ love of her life that neither have found the words to say to each other yet & trying to hide her Merc life because Jack & Jayce wouldn't approve of it. Something about Jayce wanting to hide the fact he was working for Maxtac from Mara until he couldn’t any longer, Mara then having to go through great lengths to make moves around Maxtac district lockdowns to not be seen or caught by her brother. Having to come up with a good enough lie until I just started running out of them for Mara to tell Jack as to why she was leaving work early, or needed time off for a Gig. Then, after meeting Jago’s mainline Chae-Rin after his passing, she became apart of Mara’s life some weeks after when she had to be rescued by Mara, and chose to never leave becoming her roommate. There was even a sibling like relationship between the two when Chae-Rin would retaliate against J I H Z Z Y using her Matcha bodysoap by sabotaging Mara’s expensive tech hair shampoo. 2023 had caused a massed homelessness that was solved by the city by using shipping containers and making them into districts around the city. A bulk of them reside in Santo domingo between the outskirts and the Sunset motel, so when rockerboy and new Night Raid member J I H Z Z Y and Mara started their notso Secret relationship, she spent a lot of time out there, and had come to learn and love the tight-knit community that is CD-82 and its residents that have helped raise J I H Z Z Y up from nothing. These are just a couple examples. I know I refer to Mara a lot and/or jihzzy a lot, but its due to me being able to talk about them a little more liberally than I can with any of complex relationship tree we have going that shine MOST in the AU due to being able to create a little more freely there. It’s INSANE OVER THERE and I love it, I can’t wait to start the new one to further build our version of Night city. This story has all the dynamics, you name it. Even healthy family ones. *Points to the Shins*

okay, so this took me longer than it should have, again im so sorry. Lol. Anyway, I could go on more, but i gotta know who interests you the most, even if they aren't my character, I got the biography of my campaign mates, they always love indulging in some blorbolory (trademark pending?) I know I still don't have it all together yet, still slowly working my way thru it. I got a PH.D on this subject, I know it better than the writer for the campaign.

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BHE KUMUSTA BA BHE HYPED NANAMAN AKO EWAN KO BA BASTA ANG ALAM KO LAGI AKONG EXCITED PAG ANDITO KO SA BLOG MO AHAHAJAHAHA,,,,, i hab a smol request if it's alright hehe :>

so for today's vidyow AHAHAHA pwede po ba akong umorder(wewz cafe yarn?) ng ano, more mama!reader and son!gojo but this time pupunta si mama!reader sa school kase dadalhan nya ng food si gojo, teacher na si gojo d2 tas ano kasi, naiimagine ko yung itsura ng mga students nya, except gumi bby, na ano sobrang weirded out HAHAHA "gojo-sensei?!!?!! that's your mom?!!??!!! she's so pretty— WHAT???" nobara chill— HAHAHAHAHHAA ayorn tas si reader mapapa- *sigh* more kids to take care of pero puro cuteness lang tas i feel like sabay na pagtitripan ni reader at gumi si gojo kase lam naman naten na sobrang kulet ng lolo nyo HAHAHAHAHAHA

yon langgg, stay safe mareeeeee, tysm in advance kung magawa mo req ko pero remember na okay lang din kung hindi!! it's no big deal hehehe MWAH I LAB YU TO DA MAX HAHAHAHA❤️❤️❤️

—siomao<3

mama! scarlet witch! reader brings grown-up! gojo satoru food

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, nobara calls you a milf, first-year and second-year students gawk over you, jealous! gojo satoru, mama! reader and megumi teases gojo

╰➤ PAIRING(s): mama! reader x son! gojo, platonic! first-year and second-year students x reader

aaaa thank you saur much for requesting!! here is your cup of coffee for today's video emz, enjoy reading pu, sobrang na enjoy q isulat eto hehe, also it looks like im making mama! reader into a series ><

even if satoru was no longer a kid, you still made him bento box lunches. you never stopped doing it. you'd wake up early in the morning, cook him a delicious meal, and before giving him his good-bye hug, by the time he has to go to jujutsu tech as a teacher.

and currently, you ended up making more sweets than usual, particularly kikufuku mochi, which was a favorite of gojo's, along with some matcha mille crepe cake and red velvet brownies, and that's when a light bulb appeared on the top of your head. what if you visited jujutsu tech and brought your loving son some food? it has also been a long while since you last went there. although working in a café was fun and not that tiresome due to your magic, it does get boring and a bit stuffy at times.

using your chaos magic, you closed the shop early and had all the food you were going to bring packaged all nicely as you tied your hair and slipped on a red jacket. once you were all set, you made your way towards the school and first teleported to where yaga-sensei was, or principal yaga, you should say.

yaga was in his office, working on some paperwork, when you appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump from his chair. satoru was right about your lack of cursed energy, as he failed to sense you right away.

the young man yelped in surprise, "[name]-san! you scared me. w-what are you doing here?"

"sorry for the intrusion!" you dipped your head into a small bow, giggling as you placed a box of red velvet brownies, cakes, and mochi on his desk. "it's just that i closed my shop early to bring satoru food, and i figured it'd be nice if i gave you some too. i ended up making plenty."

"that's very thoughtful of you, [name]-san, but this is a lot of food." yaga blinked profusely behind his glasses at the amount of food you had just given him, together with how many you were effortlessly carrying and balancing all by yourself.

"say, where's shoko-chan and suguru-kun? i have sweets to give them too." you inquired.

"shoko is in the infirmary, it should be her break right now. as for suguru, he's on a mission, he won't be back until later." yaga-san informed you, standing up from his office chair to take the packages from you. "allow me to help you carry those boxes. satoru and his students are in the grounds."

you chirped rather happily, "no worries, i can carry them all by myself. thank you, yaga-san."

"are you sure, [name]-sa—before yaga could protest, you had already disappeared from sight.

you first dropped by at the infirmary, where you overheard shoko and ijichi conversing. the young woman was surprised to see you. you gave her and ijichi a bunch of sweets, but not until you hugged her and gave him a headpat and left.

following satoru's cursed energy, you were able to locate the grounds and find them all in no time. there stood your son, facilitating the training of both first-year and second-year students. your chest became fuzzy and warm at the sight of your son handling the children. it looks like your little snowflake has already grown up. seeing him teach with a smile takes you back to the time wherein he told you he wanted to become a teacher at jujutsu tech. at first, you thought he was joking, but he was serious. satoru did have a soft spot for children after all, just like you, his mom.

"satoru-chan!" you called out, catching your son's and everyone's attention.

everyone halted whatever they were doing and turned their heads towards you, all in unison, and they were left astounded. satoru was the first to react upon seeing you.

"mom? what are you doing here?" that was all it took for his first and second-year students to scream in surprise, with the exception of megumi, who already knew who you were.

"WHAT?!"

odd looks had broke through their faces, mouths hanging in agape as their gojo-sensei immediately left their side and rushed towards you, taking the boxes you held in each hand.

"mom, what are these boxes? what about the café?" your son had bombarded you with questions of concern.

"i made plenty of food, so i brought you some." you smiled sweetly, extending your hand towards his head and gave it a gentle pat. "no need to worry about a thing. i closed the café early today, so i can pay you a visit."

"gojo-sensei, is that really your mom?!" nobara was having a panic as she and the rest of the students eyed you from head to toe. "she's so pretty!"

without your chaos magic and all of the red psionics surrounding you, you were a breathtakingly beautiful woman. you peered down at yourself, not really quite getting what satoru's student was saying. you haven't gotten the chance to change your clothes. you were wearing a barely red zipped up hoodie over a shirt and sweatpants, and strands of your hair hung loose due to how you hurried to fix up your hair with a hair tie earlier.

"oh, my! you flatter me too much sweetie." a soft yet sweet giggle had escaped your lips.

"it's true though, gojo-san!" itadori exclaimed, agreeing with nobara's statement.

"she's not a gojo." your now grown-up gumi-chan explained briefly to his fellow classmates and earned another look of shock from them.

"eh? do you know her, fushiguro?" panda quipped, turning towards him.

"she's gojo-sensei's adoptive mom." fushiguro answered in a murmur, his soft eyes locking with yours as a faint blush slowly spread across his cheeks. "she used to look after me and my sister."

"no wonder you don't look like gojo-sensei!" maki stated with wide eyes as she promptly folded her arms across her chest.

"salmon!" inumaki said in agreement, nodding his head.

"i'm satoru's adoptive mom. i go by [surname], [surname] [name] to be exact!" you introduced yourself, smiling at each and every single one of them as you gently pulled fushiguro to your side and rubbed his back in a motherly way. "it's a pleasure to meet you all, i've heard so much about you guys from satoru! from yuuji-kun, nobara-chan, maki-chan, inumaki-kun, panda-kun to yuuta-kun, such a shame the poor boy is overseas."

"gojo-sensei, how come we never met [surname]-san before?!" nobara cried out in an exaggerated manner.

"well, she's not a faculty of the school, she doesn't really go here that much. only a few instances." gojo chuckled at his first-year student, recalling how you'd only make your way here in jujutsu tech every time he and suguru would have a fight, or whenever they need someone to help them.

although you were affiliated with strong connections in the jujutsu world despite not having jujutsu, you refused to involve yourself that much because as much as you hated it, the big three clans were still bugging you even if years had already passed.

"these are kikufuku mochi, brownies and crepe cakes!" gojo exclaimed, opening the boxes you were carrying earlier.

"that's right! i told you i made plenty of food!" you nodded, clasping your hands together. "i know, why don't you and the kids take a break and eat up?"

a gasp escaped your lips, "oh, my. i should have brought coffee and picnic blankets for everyone. looks like i'll just have to magic us a bunch."

"magic?" the first-year and second-year students asked, dumbfounded.

before you could answer, you locked and twitched your fingers, and the next thing everyone knew, all of them were now sat in a big picnic blanket you had gotten out of nowhere, all of the food you had brought were neatly set out in the middle and you even magicked hot coffee that were enough for everyone.

"EHH?!"

"HOW?!"

you softly chuckled at their expressions as you sat down beside satoru and megumi, taking a sip from the mug of coffee you had magicked in your hand, "as you've noticed, i don't have cursed energy. what i do have is chaos magic."

"chaos magic?" all of the students excluding megumi stared at you with interest and curiosity filled eyes.

"it allows me to manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions." you continued to explain, raising a freehand to show everyone the red psionics of your magic that were wafting from your fingertips.

using your chaos magic, you had promptly turned the mug of coffee you had into a glass of water, then you proceeded to turn into a plate of freshly cookies, earning even more gasps and surprised looks from the students. it was just like a magician performing to children.

"SO COOL!" itadori exclaimed with wonderstruck eyes. "MAGIC IS REAL!"

"wait, [surname]-san." panda raised a hand, erm, paw, as if he was asking a question to a teacher. "does this mean you're stronger than gojo-sensei?"

a dramatic gasp had escaped gojo's breath as he yanked down his blindfond to stare at his students. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"you said you can manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions, so can you get through gojo-sensei's infinity?" maki proceeded to ignore their teacher that was now throwing a fit in the background and ask you.

"well, i can bend the laws of physics, so.." you shrugged your shoulders, a fit of laughter erupting from your throat.

nobara exclaimed, stars filling her eyes. "what a girlboss, definitely a MILF. i aspire to be like you [surname]-san!"

"you should teach here at jujutsu tech just like gojo-sensei and geto-sensei, [surname]-san." panda suggested.

"oi, oi! quit stealing my mother from me!" with that, satoru encased you in his arms and glared at each of his students childishly. "mind you i'm one she bought these sweets for."

the students watched in awe of how their teacher was getting all jealous and protective of you. this says it all. gojo satoru is a literal embodiment of a manchild.

"hehe, to think gojo-sensei would be a such mama's boy." nobara snickered together with maki and itadori.

"[name]-san did say these sweets are to be eaten together, which means she brought them for us too." megumi stated in a matter of factly manner with a smug look as he took a sip of his own mug of coffee.

"you guys are absolute bullies. i can't believe my own beloved students would do this to me, their greatest teacher." satoru dramatically draped an arm over his eyes as he leaned against your shoulder, causing you to burst out laughing.

"i'm starting to think you're more of a child than them, snowflake." you commented with a grin, leaning your head against your knuckles as propped an elbow on your thigh.

"mom, don't call me that in front of my students!" satoru whined, immediately snapping his towards you to see you laughing and grinning about.

"why not? you're still my little snowflake, my wittle precious snowflake~" you pinched his cheek and spoke in a baby-like voice as you cooed, making the limitless sorcerer's face turn into a beet red color.

"she called gojo-sensei snowflake!" the students were unable to control their laughter and amusement. "snowflake-sensei!"

"gah, i'm so jealous! i want [surname]-san to be my mama too. can you sign my adoption papers?" an adorable pout had struck nobara's face as she looked at you with pleading eyes.

"tuna mayo!" inumaki pointed at himself too.

"looks like i have more children to take care of." you muttered to yourself as you smiled at each and every single one of them. "i already have satoru, shoko, suguru, megumi and tsumiki."

"i hate you guys, i'm keeping these box of kikufuku to myself." satoru shook his head and snatched the box of sweets, keeping it to his chest.

"now, now. don't be like that, snowflake." you turned towards him, rubbing his back in a motherly way.

every since then, you started coming over at the school more often due to satoru's students wanting to see you. the children loved you so much. years had already passed since you had taken satoru, megumi and tsumiki under your wing, you were still a magnet for children. so, everytime you'd visit them, you'd always bring them something good to eat or drink, and may or may not have ended up teaching them while at it.

sometimes, especially after a mission, the students would drop by at your café and you'd almost never make them pay. you would spoil them with sweets, pastries and drinks that were on the house. you made sure they weren't going home hungry.

of course, satoru's a little jealous because he just gained a bunch of rivals to your love and that they ended up loving and adoring you more than him, but he's happy that you're happy. he will always cherish the way you smiled and laughed with his students everytime you were with them.

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megukins · 3 years ago

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This pussy sweet like Ice Cream

𓆩♡𓆪 Pro hero!Shoto x fem!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You're feeling hot, so Todoroki has a solution for that ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: characters are aged up! Ignore the title I couldn't think of a better one.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: 18+, temperature play, ice kink, overstimulation, impact play, spanking, cunninglingus, alochol consumption, drunk sex

𓆩♡𓆪 word count: 2k

"Shoto!" You moan out.

"Yes, snowflake?"

"Why is it so hottt?" You stand in front of the fan which wasn't really effective.

Your skirt blew, giving him a clear view of your panties. He blushes some and coughs in his hand.

"What about some ice cream?" He suggests.

"There is no more, I ate the rest yesterday!"

"Well, we can go out to buy some more. How does that sound?" He gives you a warm smile.

"I don't feel like it, you know I'm lazy..."

He shook his head and dragged you to the car.

You guys go to the local grocery store, running into the Bakusquad. It's been a while since you've last seen them, but they didn't seem to change one bit. You were surprised they were still close as they got older.

"Is that Y/N?!"

They all run up to you except for Bakugo giving you a tight hug.

He scoffs and walks off to shop around, Kirishima pulls away and follows after him.

"It's too hot for this!" You groan.

Eventually they pull away.

"So, you've seemed to change in some ways." Mina smirks.

"How so?"

"Well…" She poked your boobs, making them jiggle.

"M-Mina!"

They each blush at her actions. Not only that, but you were wearing a white crop top that exposed your bra.

'Man, he's so lucky!' Kaminari thought, still blushing.

"Still the same, nonchalant, quiet guy huh, Todoroki?" Sero changes the subject.

"You all are still the same as well."

"Ahem, Shoto, ice cream. Remember?" You tug on his sleeve.

"Ah right."

"We'll see you guys later!" You wave.

"We're having a get together later, you coming?!" Mina shouts.

"Sure!" You shout back, paying no mind, too busy fixated on ice cream.

You walk to the freezer section, eyeing different flavors from, Wasabi, Lavender, Matcha Green Tea, Vanilla, Cookies'N Cream, Chocolate, Rocky Road, Chocolate Mint, Strawberry Sorbet, dairy free, Garigari-kun popsicles, frozen yogurt, Strawberry Cheesecake, etc. Your mouth starts to water as your eyes light up, Todoroki chuckling at your childish nature.

"Which one do you prefer?"

"I can't choose! They're all so delectable!"

"Take your time."

"You know what, I'll just get Cookies'N Cream and mochi for you." Which was a lie because you ended up getting more than just that.

"Wow, that's a lot of ice cream." The cashier comments.

"Well it is in the upper 80s, close to the 90s."

"That'll be ¥266."

"Don't worry, I'll pay." He gives the woman the money.

"Why are you pouting?"

"Because, I was gonna pay. Most of this junk was mine and the mochi was yours."

"It's okay, love, no big deal. I'm a pro hero after all so I get paid a lot, remember?" He tries cheering you up. "Besides, it wasn't even that much, I got a discount for being a pro hero.”

"Whatever." You fold your arms.

You lay sprawled out on the couch, gobbling the ice cream you brought and hum in delight at the coldness, but still wasn't enough.

"You're finished already?" He takes a bite of his mochi.

"I told you I was hot!"

You slowly raise your shirt, making his eyes go wide.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I have an idea," You bit your bottom lip. "C-could you maybe, uh, use your quirk to cool me down?" You finish your thought, your face heating up, his doing so soon after.

"Are you sure?" He hesitates.

"Please?"

You grab his hand and run to the bedroom. You fully take your shirt off and skirt, leaving you in your underwear. He gulps, getting excited already at the naughty suggestion.

He creates an ice cube rubbing it slowly down your stomach. You shiver at the contact, your nipples instantly get hard.

"Be still, love." You nod.

"Could you morph the ice into the shape of a dick?"

"What kind of question is that?" He blushes.

He complies with your request. You suck on it in a teasing way, seeing him fidgeting around.

He takes it out of your hand, throwing it somewhere in the room then activates his fire side to burn your bra and panties off.

"Sho, that was my favorite set!" He grabs your cheeks roughly still activating his fire side, making you moan.

"I'll buy you a new set." He smiles.

He flips you on your stomach and smacks your ass repeatedly in a pattern, using his quirk and stops for a few seconds. He then flips you back over and creates more ice cubes and rubs them down your back and rubs it along your buttocks. You gasp, turning around to face him.

You open your mouth to protest until you feel his hard cock feel you up.

'When did he take his clothes off?'

He shakes you out of your thoughts rocking into you, grunting to force himself into you more.

"Fuck, you feel so good, snowflake~" He moans, making you wet and moan too.

It turned you on whenever he talked filthy.

He grabs your asscheeks again and hovers near your ear whispering all sorts of sweet with a hint of lewd things in your ear.

He pulls out and nuts all over your back, some getting on your cheeks which caused him to get hard once again.

"I have an idea..."

You tell him to create more ice which he does. You smirk with a hint of mischief, rubbing it along his abs. You get even more bold and rub it on his dick. You run your tongue along his shaft till you reach his balls. A moan escaped his lips, but gets stifled as he bit the inside of his jaw.

"Such a naughty girl you are~"

He pinches your nipples and rubs ice around them in a circle.

"S-Shoto, they're sensitive!" You mewl.

He ignores your cries and continues to rub it around with his thumbs.

"You have such amazing tits. I can't get enough of them."

He lowers toward your left one biting and licking it.

He shoves a finger inside your wet clit. He then adds two more, feeling you start to clench and immediately pulls them away.

"Fuck- ah!"

You feel his cock immediately hit your g-spot. He smirks and hits that spot repeatedly, making the bed creak against the floor and hit against the wall.

You hear your phone ring to see Ashido calling you.

"Crap, it's Mina!" You freak out.

"Answer it."

"Hey Mi-"

"Where are you!?"

"What do you mean?" You question.

"You said you'd be here!"

"When did I-"

"Earlier!"

You feel Todoroki's balls rub against your pussy in the most delicious ways.

"Sho- Shoot!" You try not to make it appear as though you were gonna moan his name out.

"You okay?" She asks, worry present in her tone.

"Yeah. I set something down and don't remember where I placed it."

He creates two small ice cubes and runs it down each thigh, close enough to your entrance. He lowers to your heat and glides his tongue on each thigh in a teasing way.

He hums purposely knowing the effect it had on you.

"So, are you coming?"

He flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly, making you instantly cum on his face.

He pulls himself up and sticks his fingers directly against your g-spot, making you cum some more.

"A-ah yess~"

He places a finger against your lips telling you to be quiet.

"Well, see you there!"

"Sorry, love I couldn't contain myself. Just the thought of getting caught turned me on."

"Yeah no kidding..."

"Hm?"

"Nevermind."

"Y/N, Todoroki! Glad you two could make it!"

"Sorry it took us a bit." You smirk a little thinking back about almost getting caught.

"It's fine, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important."

"O-of course not!"

You all gather around drinking and laughing amongst yourselves. Poor Deku ended up getting drunk and pulled Uraraka into a closet and made out with her.

"Ooh, so Midoriya is the frisky type when drunk~" Mina pokes fun at his actions.

He wasn't the only one affected by the alcohol. Your face is painted red after your fourth one, as you play with the collar of Todoroki's dress shirt.

"Feeling needy?"

You grab his hand leading him towards the kitchen. He makes sure to close the door, seeing how everyone was too busy filled in the living room minus Deku and Uraraka.

He sets you down on the counter pecking your lips teasingly. You smash your lips against his, practically tonguing him down. He could get a good taste of the booze you consumed.

"You sure you want this, love? We could stop if you want. I don't want to take advantage of you seeing how you're drunk and all." He took your sighs as a yes.

He rubs the fat of your ass with his palms in a circular motion. You moan into his mouth.

It took every bit of his strength not to rearrange your guts when you let out little whimpers and breathy moans.

He bit his lip hard, trying his hardest to contain his arousal.

He leaves tiny bite marks over your neck and shoulder. He slips yours and his clothes off, pushing his cock into your warm walls.

"Mmm feels good!" You felt tears pricking your eyes.

"Shh, don't want them finding out now, do we?"

"Please break me you sexy beast!~" You pant heavily, not being aware of what you just got yourself into.

He slams into you at a fast pace, keeping his lips over yours to prevent the moans from slipping out and keeping his hands around your waist to prevent you from sliding off the counter.

He sticks two of his fingers in your asshole, feeling you clench down tightly on his length.

"Fuck…" He sighs while throwing his head back.

He tried so hard not to look at your facial expressions, they could make him cum instantly considering you were drunk with drool dripping down from your chin and your face flushed red.

"D-don't say things like that…" He blushes a bit, making him more on edge.

He continues fucking into you roughly, immediately making you squirt and him pulling out of you and spilling his love nectar over your thighs.

You whimper once more, rubbing your thighs together hoping he got the message. He didn't understand at first but then mouthed an 'o' finally getting it.

"Again?" He chuckles.

He creates an ice cube, rubbing it on his tongue then lowers to your clit. He pushes his head in some more licking all the right places.

You shiver at the coldness coming from his tongue. You wrap your thighs around his neck, bucking your hips erratically. He licks the spots that he knows will have you squirting repeatedly. You grip his hair, your moans getting louder and louder.

You squirt for the third time. He gets back up to lick the juices off his face. Your legs felt like jelly, unable to get down from the counter. He picks you up and helps you put your clothes back on, soon his coming back on too.

"Did you enjoy it, my spicy snowflake?"

All you could do was nod.

"Hey, where are Todoroki and Y/N?" Iida asks, realizing your absence.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't heard from them in a while."

"Hm, weird."

They shrugged it off and continued doing whatever they were doing.

"Hey, Mina again I'm sorry we came to the party late yesterday! I feel so guilty."

"It's okay, Y/N! As long as you two made it. Where were you two anyway? We haven't heard from you guys in a while and it had us worried."

You were flustered remembering the heated love session you had.

"Uh well I was drunk and Shoto was trying to help me recover."

Half was true but the other half was a lie which you knew, but knew she didn't.

"Well as long as you're doing okay then that's good. I thought maybe something happened." She sighed in relief.

'If only you knew.'

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