#i'm still giggling pfft

[remyfire]

your post fucking guillotined this temu ad

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This is the funniest goddamn thing hkffdsfsd that's RIGHT, get wrecked by the power of Beej the Little Shit, you bastard ad!

[monicahar]

bark like you want it...?

in which you jokingly treat them like a pet.

characters; phainon, mydeimos, anaxagoras

— gender neutral reader, established relationships, fluff, sugestive at anaxa's part, need ts after the hellscape the current amphoreus is in andddd hi yes im back with a kinda fun idea and uhhhh yeah sleep pronto (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ

it was supposed to be all fun and games. you'd say 'sit' and you'd expect him to raise a brow or two before whining about how you're treating him rudely. instead and very much contrary, the next second, PHAINON is immediately sat without question.

"well, you told me to sit!" is his meek excuse, turning red just as fast when you doubled over and laughed for a minute straight.

you think it's weird and cute. he thinks it's betrayal.

"is it so bad that i want to please you?" he says weakly whilst patting down his attire upon as he stood up straight, still burning up in sheer embarrassment. it's truly a sight to see someone as proud as him get shy. "as if it's my fault..."

you disregard his mutterings as you finally calm your giggles down, "to that extent, though? what if i asked you to bark? hm?"

phainon displays a waver in confidence, constructing his words carefully and said, "well, i'd do anything for you," he then slides you a sidelong look, one that's clearly not impressed. "even if it's something like... barking and sitting on command."

it looked like it pained him to say the last part.

still, you're unable to keep the corners of your lips at bay, genuinely elated at his response.

but unfortunately for him, there always has to be a catch when it comes to your very-easy-to-tease boyfriend...

so you let your lashes flutter, watching carefully as his smile grows a tad wary at your shift in demeanor.

"phainon... you sure you're not into this?"

the future leader of the chrysos heirs — your cute little snowy, explodes into another burst of red, looking as scandalized as you expected.

"wha — what is that supposed to mean?!"

his pouty expression makes him look like a kicked puppy now that you think more about it — of which reminds you the way he begs for attention and kisses, is eager to please, also likes your praise, and often sulks in a corner whenever you don’t... like a puppy.

the resemblance is almost uncanny. how amusing.

"maybe you were a dog in your past life,"

"..."

"..."

"...um, are you going to elaborate?"

you simply smile in return.

MYDEI stares like you'd slapped him across the face when you tell him to roll over.

"what?" you prod further when he doesn't say anything in response, "you shy or something?"

a glint appears in his eyes and you already know what he's going to say next.

"there's no such thing in the kremnoan langua —"

"mydei," you stare back, rid of all humor. he stares back, equally fiery. "roll. over."

you can practically see all the stages of grief flash in his eyes within mere seconds, weighing his options against you. you inspect your nails in an attempt to hide your anticipation. mydei is a wildcard if anything.

would he pretend he didn’t hear anything? probable. would he be mean about it? probable too. would he actually go along with it? pfft, yeah, and pigs would start falling from the sky —

to your most and utter horror, he starts lowering himself to the ground.

you shriek and stop him from continuing any further by grabbing a hold of his shoulders. (drool...) "hey, hey! i was kidding, you freak!"

"who are you calling a freak?" he snaps, not looking very intimidating as he's already kneeling down on one knee before you. "and i'm just following as you told me, am i not?"

"y-yeah but..."

he stands up, half-heartedly glaring you down. "i set aside my pride for your antics and you halt me. why?"

"it's more like why were you about to go along with something that's obviously said in jest..."

"hm. aglaea told me that you would often have weird tendencies and commands," he shrugs your hand off of his shoulder, "and that i should obey them without question if i want a... happy you. something ridiculous like that."

your jaw hangs open. mydei akwardly closes it shut. "you... you consult aglaea about... me?"

he gives you a weird look, "relationships, to be more exact. and why wouldn't i? you're a lot of work."

you deflate, "that's mean, mydei."

the proud chrysos heir shifts his footing, frowning at the air like it wronged him. his words are strained yet truthful, "i just... want to make you happy. that is all."

oh my.

you couldn't hold it any longer and proceed to jump him, whilst pigs do start falling from the sky.

it's pretty much established that ANAXA would yoink you out of the room should you decide to pull that on him during one of his lectures. in front of his students? yeah, you're grounded whether you liked it not.

though, it'd be a completely different story outside such settings...

currently sifting through scrolls sprawled out on his desk was the man of the hour himself, and having decided to accompany him in your free time — your boredom had long kicked in before the idea popped into your mind.

you approach him quietly, before placing your hand on top his head.

"who's a good boy?"

his gaze does not waver from the surface of his desk, but you do catch his contemplative expression freezing for a short moment.

"if you wanted a chalk to your face, you could've just said so."

how romantic. you really can't go a day without your loving boyfriend.

you beam at him, pretending like he hadn’t just threatened you with his 'teaching' gun tool. "that's not very good of you, anaxa. want me to punish you?"

"i believe you're acting up because you haven't gotten plentiful rest. be a dear and go back to your room, will you?"

"you want me gone?" you playfully pout up at him, finally earning his attention as he directs his gaze towards you — a brow raised. "you're being reallyyy bad, right now. i can't believe you'd kick me out just like that."

a sigh escapes anaxa. his singular eye opens to stare you down. you subconsciously gulp down your nerves. did you provoke him too much?

"unprofessional conduct by reffering to me casually during work hours, petting me like some dog and threatening to punish me... pranks like these shall not be tolerated." his eye twinkles in something akin to amusement, "i'll take care of you later."

the tension reaches a stalemate.

your brain short-circuits.

"uh, what do you mean by —"

"you know i dislike it when people ask questions they already know the answer to," as cryptic as ever, he spares you one last glance before returning his attention down to the scrolls laid upon his desk.

heeding his warning of sorts, you depart and stand outside his office — unmoving.

you seem to have brought upon yourself another day of being... unable to walk.

3.4 is taking forever...

[evie-sturns]

avoid - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when matt calls you out on you pushing him away, until a huge fight breaks out between the two of you. a couple hours later you find him a mess, you have no choice but to make things right.

contains: angst, crying, arguing, yelling, fluff, comforting, swearing.

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you didn't realise you were doing it, you just were.

you had accidentally been avoiding him and pushing him away for the past couple of weeks, there wasn't a specific reason but you just were.

9:04pm

i'm laying on the couch alone, watching some random romcom as i stare at the screen.

the floorboards creak as i hear matt coming down the hallway, his footsteps are heavy as he approaches the living room.

he stands in the doorway, just observing me for a couple of seconds.

i hear his lips part as he gets ready to speak.

"y/n..?" he mutters softly, his voice is weak and shy.

i hum quietly as a response, not even diverting my gaze away from the bright screen. i hear matt huff slightly, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"what- why- can you at least look at me when im speaking?" matt scoffs.

"what difference does it make?" i mumble back, still staring at the television.

"makes me think you might actually give a shit about me still." matt spits, his arms fold over his chest as he leans against the doorway,

"pfft." i dismiss him which only sets matt off even more.

"why are you acting like this? seriously!" matt exclaims,

"why are you being so sensitive." i groan,

i know i’m being annoying as shit, but i can’t help it, i’m just doing what i can to tick him off.

matt just stares at me, his breathing heavy as i see him visibly start fuming.

“you wanna know what it is? you’ve been acting like a total stranger for the past couple months and i’m done with it, i’m done with you.” matt raises his voice

i stand up off the couch, standing a couple feet away from matt as i lock eyes with him,

“me? i’ve been acting like i stranger?” i laugh dryly, not cause this situation is amusing, i’m just in shock.

“yes! you’ve been treating me like crap for the past too long!” matt keeps his voice raises,

i point my finger at his chest as i walk closer to him, “you cannot be serious? i literally do everything for you? i gave up so many things for more time with you!”

“i didn’t ASK you to do that! nobody did!” he scoffs loudly, grabbing my wrist and yanking it away from his chest.

“so it meant nothing to you? clearly you’re not appreciating my love for y-“

matt cuts me off,

“don’t even. you’re trying to make me feel bad when i’m literally trying to talk to you about my feelings!”

his eyes are narrow slits now, his fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist.

“let me go, now.” i mutter angrily,

“just listen to me!” he spits, moving his hand off of my wrist to grab my shoulders,

he jolts me back and forth harshly,

“i fucking hate this new attitude of yours, you’re the most self centred bitch ever!” matt shouts,

his voice booms through my living room, making my heart race quicken.

“would you just shut up- shut up!” i scream,

matt shoves me back gently, not enough to actually hurt me, just enough to get his point enough.

“you’re just- you’re just being ridiculous?” matt mutters, turning on his heels and walking away from me.

“i fucking hate you! i hope you get that through your thick head!” i snap

i didn’t mean it.

not at all.

i was so angry, just doing anything i could to be mean.

i hear matt’s heavy footsteps as he walks up the stairs, followed by the door slamming shut.

i flop down on the couch, running a hand through my hair as i pant.

i don’t know why i said any of that.

(35 minutes later)

i’ve just been thinking for the past half hour, about things i shouldn’t have said, things i shouldn’t of done.

i’ve held back all my emotions, feeling somewhat numb, except for the intense feeling of guilt gnawing away at me

the whole house has been eerily silent, usually it would be filled with matt and i’s endless giggles, but it’s not.

i stand up off the couch, my legs somewhat wobbly and my stomach churning with immense guilt.

i need to talk to him,

i drag my feet over to the bottom of the stairwell, knowing matt’s at the top of the stairs, locked away in our bedroom.

one step,

after another,

i slowly walk up the stairs.

my heart pounds against my rib cage, not knowing what matt would say, nor think, when he saw me in the doorway,

the same person that just screamed at him, making him believe that i hated him.

i reach his door, my hand stalling on the doorknob as i let out a soft sigh.

i couldn’t bring myself to just twist the doorknob, my hand was lightly shaking.

i swallow harshly before twisting the knob,

i stand in the doorway, looking around the dimly lit room.

there’s a discomforting feeling in the air, the room is cold.

my eyes search around the room until they land on matt.

he’s laying down on the bed, his back facing me and his still.

is he asleep?

“matt..?” i call out quietly, my voice breaking.

i walk over to the bed, my footsteps light.

suddenly i hear him,

a choked sob escapes him.

he’s crying?

i made him cry,

matt’s never cried infront of me before

and i’m the reason he now has.

“baby- are you crying-?” i whisper, reaching down and brushing his hair away from his eyes. he shivers at my touch, rolling over so his face is buried in the pillow.

i quickly crawl into bed beside him.

“please- please don’t cry-“ i mutter, my tone is panicked as i reach for him.

i sit up against the headboard as he stays buried in the pillows beside me, letting out strangled sobs.

“please look at me- darling i am so sorry, seriously.” i speak softly, my voice just loud enough so it’s audible to him

“matt, look at me please.” i say, my tone shaky as my voice cracks again.

he gently lifts his face from the pillows,

i take the opportunity to grab him, and tug him to sit up beside me.

i run my hands through his messy hair, he looks like a wreck, i feel terrible.

his eyes are swollen, his lips are a deep red and puffy and tears roll down his pale cheeks.

i grab his hands, “matt,” i sigh, “y-you’re killing me.”

matt stares down at the bed, “can- can i have a hug?” he whispers with a small hiccup.

“of course you can have a hug.” i sigh, wrapping my arms around him and pulling his body flush against mine.

i hold him close to me as i lay down on the bed, his head buried in my chest.

he sniffs shakily as he just cries, letting everything out.

i can still feel the undeniable tension in the air,

we’re both so angry at eachother still, it’s hard not to be after argument like that.

“hey, it’ll be okay- we’ll be okay.” i whisper, running my fingers through his locks of hair.

he lets out another sob against me, the noise making my heart break.

“you’re gonna make me cry.” i whisper with a small sigh, holding the back of his head gently.

“sorry.” he sniffles.

i hold him in my arms, whispering small words of affirmation while matt slowly starts to calm down.

i fight back the tears in my eyes as i attempt to stay strong for him.

“could we- talk maybe?” matt sniffs, wiping his eyes on my shirt before slowly lifting himself away from me.

he sits up on the headboard beside me, his legs outstretched and his hands still gently shaking.

“i think we need to.” i nod,

we both sit in silence for a second, waiting for one person to start.

“i know i was-“ i start but matt interrupts me,

“can i go first- i just want to tell you… how i’ve been feeling.” he rambles, his voice cracking.

i nod, “yeah..”

matt starts,

“i mean it when i say you’ve been stupidly distant for the past months, everytime i try to initiate anything with you, i just get brushed off, all of our conversations are shallow and i can’t tell if you actually care about me anymore!”

i stare at him as he rambles, trying to take all of his words to heart without getting mad again.

“i love you so much, and it’s hurting me to see you slowly drift away from me, i just want to know what i did wrong..?” he follows on, swallowing harshly,

i nod slightly, my lips parting to speak but no words coming out.

“i’m not trying to push you away matt.” i whisper,

he goes to speak but i interrupt, “i think it’s just a mix of everything, i’m just so exhausted with work after half my coworkers quit, i’ve been working long hours and i don’t mean to push you away, i swear.” i ramble on,

matt nods slightly with understanding, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“i love you so much matt, and i’m trying to do better, i promise.” i finish,

matt just looks at me, before finally nodding.

he lets out a breath, one that i can tell took a weight off his shoulders.

“i’m sorry about the argument.” matt says,

i shake my head, “no i was being a pain on purpose, it could’ve been avoided if i acted differently.”

“i came at you with like a confronting tone- i should’ve approached it better.” he speaks,

“and i also shouldn’t have laid my hands on you, i didn’t mean for it to ever get physical..” matt whispers, his eyebrows furrowing as he breaks eye contact with me,

“it’s okay, i needed it-“ i try to defend his actions but he cuts me off,

“no- no that was a shitty thing for me to do, i feel super guilty about it.” he sighs,

the room goes silent, my heart aches as i try to apologise for that one thing i said, the 3 words that exited my mouth, which is now eating me alive.

“i’m sorry- for saying i hate you.. i- i don’t i swear, it wasn’t true at all i was just saying it to make you mad- i promise, i love you more than life itself.” i spit it out.

matt’s gaze softens,

my eyes well up with tears, “i shouldn’t have said that, i’m so sorry-“ i whisper out,

matt reaches his hands up to my face, his hands caressing my cheeks and his thumbs wipe my eyes quickly.

“no tears.” he gently coos,

“i’m so sorry- i fucked up so bad-“ i continue, but matt cuts me off.

he presses his lips to mine, his hands still firmly on the sides of my face.

he rolls us over so he’s ontop of me, keeping our lips connected.

i kiss back, distracting myself from the swirling thoughts in my head.

after a few moments he pulls away from my lips with a small ‘pop’.

a warm smile appears on his face as he peppers kisses all over my face.

i squirm with a giggle as his pecks kisses all over me, before pressing a final peck to my lips.

“we’ll always talk things out next time, i promise this won’t happen again.” he whispers comfortingly, his hands gently running through my hair.

i nod in agreement, “i love you.”

“love you too sweetie.” he whispers, before going back to peppering kisses all over my face.

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[bettys-redwinesupernova]

SUBTLE IS A STRONG WORD

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe uses a tiktok trend to his advantage.

based on this request !! i hope it’s what you asked for @ursogorgeous13 , i decided to take the fluff route because it just worked :) I AM BACK THOUGH !! please read the authors note at the bottom !! <3

(check out my other rafe cameron & drew starkey works here !!)

WARNINGS: allusions to sex (oral m!rec), flirty!rafe, just pure fluff !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 800 words (approx.)

THIRD PERSON +

Y/N was curled up on Rafe's couch, scrolling through her phone while waiting for him to get back with their coffee. The AC was blasting, the distant sound of waves from Figure Eight's beach hummed in the background, and the scent of Rafe's cologne still lingered on his hoodie that she had stolen.

It was one of those lazy afternoons where neither of them had anywhere to be, so they had fallen into their usual routine: Y/N begged for coffee, Rafe pretended to complain about being her personal delivery boy, and then he left anyway because he secretly loved spoiling her.

She had spent the past few days showing him countless TikToks about the new Starbucks cup policy-baristas were now writing random little messages on cups, ranging from generic "Have a nice day!" notes to weirdly specific fortunes. She thought it was adorable. Rafe? Less so. He mostly nodded along, unimpressed, while she giggled at each new video.

But today, when he finally returned, drinks in hand, Y/N barely had time to thank him before she noticed the writing on the cups.

Her curiosity piqued, she reached for her cup first, eyes scanning the message.

"Give your bf a BJ❤️”

She blinked. Then, suspicious, she grabbed Rafe's cup.

"A BJ is coming your way❤️”

For a moment, she just stared at them, processing. And then, slowly, a grin stretched across her face.

"You have got to be kidding me." She turned the cups toward him, raising an eyebrow.

Rafe, the smug bastard, didn't even try to look innocent. If anything, he looked proud of himself.

"What?" he said, flopping onto the couch next to her, taking his drink from her hand.

Y/N bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Rafe."

"Mm?"

"These messages." She tapped a finger against the cup. "You do realise I can recognise your handwriting, right?"

Rafe choked on his sip, coughing dramatically before shooting her an unconvincing look of confusion. "Pfft. What? That's-Y/N, that's wild. You think / wrote that?"

"Yes, I know you wrote it."

"You don't know that," he countered, but the twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Y/N leaned in, tilting her head. "So you're telling me that the coffee shop employees, out of the kindness of their hearts, just randomly decided to write this on our cups?"

"Sounds like it," he said, nodding solemnly. "Real ones. We should tip them."

Y/N burst out laughing. "Rafe! You're ridiculous."

"I'm a visionary, actually." He leaned back, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. "I'm just taking advantage of an opportunity when I see one."

She smirked, setting her drink down before shifting closer to him. "So, let me get this straight... You went through the trouble of faking a Starbucks trend just so you could subtly ask for-"

“'Subtly' is a strong word," Rafe interrupted, grinning. "I think it was actually pretty direct."

YN shook her head, chuckling. "You do realise I could have been the one to grab the drinks, right? What if you weren't able to intercept them first?"

Rafe shrugged. "Then I'd be in jail for public indecency, but it would've been worth it."

She laughed, shaking her head at him. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet, you're still here." He shot her a wink.

"Against my better judgment."

"Oh, please. You love it."

Y/N bit her lip, pretending to consider. "Mmm, maybe."

Rafe smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Sooo... you gonna listen to the cup's advice or what?"

She gasped dramatically. "Rafe Cameron! | am shocked that you would ever suggest such a thing."

"Shocked?" He arched a brow. "Y/N, you're literally straddling me right now."

“…Touché."

Rafe chuckled, his hands settling on her waist as she playfully toyed with the collar of his polo shirt.

"You know what would be funny?" she mused.

"If you actually followed through?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. "No, dumbass. Next time, I should be the one to write something on the cups."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what would you write?"

She leaned in, her lips just brushing his ear as she whispered, "No blowjobs for guys who fake Starbucks messages."

Rafe groaned. "Alright, you got me. That was a dirty trick."

Y/N smirked, patting his cheek. "And yet, you're still here."

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled her closer. "Fine, fine. But just so you know-" He gestured to the cups on the table. "—the next one's definitely gonna say 'Marry your boyfriend!"

Y/N snorted. "Smooth."

"I try."

And with that, he flipped them over, pressing her into the couch as she giggled beneath him.

Yeah, she was definitely writing the next one.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi everyone !! i’m back of holiday and i’m also older now (i had my 20th birthday !!), so sorry for going MIA but i just stayed off social media for my entire birthday trip but i’m going to be back to regular posts and updates <3

my drew starkey fic inspired by ‘sports car’ by tate mcrae will be up soon, been working on it today !! fulfilling requests at the moment so there should be another one up tonight :)

(a reminder that is is strictly fictional guys !!)

[scorpioriesling]

Hii could I request some more ridoc smut? Literally anything I'm just feral for our silly lil man

Denial Is A River

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): smut, 18+, mdni

Summary: You'd think after so long, your ex wouldn't still be on your mind. After all, he never took anything seriously -- why should you? It would seem like going out for a night of fun with your best friend is exactly what you needed.

SR’s Note: Um... girly, aren't we all feral for this man, HAHA. I saw this request, sat my ass down, and immediately started writing. <3 Any excuse for Ridoc smut is a good excuse, right?

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Great," you mutter, rolling your eyes and looking away. Sloane turns, searching over her shoulder for whatever could've caused you such distress. Not finding the source, she turns back to you wearing a confused expression on her face.

"What-"

"Not what; who." You cut her off. She goes to turn again, but you grasp her bicep.

"Don't -- he was just looking over here." You shudder, bringing the plastic cup to your lips. When you lower it, draining the sweet mixture, Sloane is looking to you with a leveled stare.

"I don't even need to see who just got here. I think I already know." You swallow, the sweet drink tingling as it runs down your throat. She raises an eyebrow. "Ridoc?"

You shake your head. "Don't. Even say his name."

Now it's your best friend's turn to roll her eyes.

"Y/N, it's been six months. Don't tell me you're still letting him effect you-"

"He. Affects. Nothing." You bite out, lifting your cup again before remembering it was empty. Sloane sighs.

"Y/N... if you still have feelings for him, maybe you should-"

"Another drink?" You switch the subject, the faux-cheerful smile plastered on your face. You've been friends with Sloane long enough now that she doesn't take the bait; but, she's also learned when to "drop it" with you.

"I'm dry," she agrees, peering toward the crowded bar. "Let's migrate?"

You nod in agreement, following your blonde friend to the bar. After a while of pushing through people, trying to secure any inch of bar space; your hands finally meet the cool metal of the countertop.

"What'll ya have?" The cute, strawberry-blonde bartender asks. Sloane immediately straightens; and you smirk.

"Hmm... can you make me something with Fireball?" You ask, and he raises his eyebrows.

"I'm sure I can; and what for you?" His gaze locks on Sloane, and she coughs.

"Um... I, uh..." You giggle at your friend. She's never so... speechless.

"She'll have whatever your favorite is." You speak up, and he chuckles. Sloane glares daggers into the side of your head, but you only turn to her with a wink.

"I'd be happy to make it; been needin' another one myself tonight," he smiles softly to your friend before turning to start working on the drinks. Sloane folds her arms next to you, and you shrug.

"What? I'm just helping you out," you reason with her. She smirks, only looking past your shoulder for a second before pretending to be busy picking at her clothes.

"Fireball, huh? I never knew you to order something so... spicy."

You lock your jaw, whirling around to find Ridoc standing beside you. He smirks down at you, his tall frame shielding many of the club's overhead lazer lights as you look up at him.

"Pfft," you tut, crossing your arms as you raise an eyebrow. "You wouldn't know anything about... spice."

He chuckles, running a hand through his luscious, shoulder-length black locks. Your eyes immediately catch on the black hair tie around his wrist; a new kind of flame igniting inside of you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He shakes his head slowly, before reaching over and tapping Sloane on her opposite shoulder. "I'm just surprised this one still tolerates your attitude."

Sloane turns, finding no one before turning over the other shoulder to face the two of you. She only offers him an eyeroll.

"Ridoc. Hi to you too."

He chuckles, staring past you to your best friend. You scoff, smacking his shoulder.

"Staring problem?"

He looks at you again, raising his hands in surrender.

"Hey! I'm just trying to keep this little interaction here friendly."

You shake your head, reaching out to snap the thin rubber band against his wrist.

"Oh, yeah. I can see you've been keeping things very friendly." You glare, and he rolls his eyes. Sloane taps your shoulder, motioning to the drinks that had been set down on the counter before you. You turn to reach for yours, eyeing the bartender as he toasts Sloane.

Behind you, the unmistakable voices of Ridoc's friends ring out, and you internally cringe. You'd been close to his posse before the two of you broke up, and now... things were just, awkward.

Bringing your own glass to your lips, you shiver as he leans in behind you, his warm breath sending a chill down your spine.

"Bet you won't take it all without choking," he chuckles, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "At least, once." He steps back, and you glare at him once more before tipping your glass all the way back, ignoring the searing burn of the whiskey as you gulp it down. He only stares with intrigue as you turn your back to him, slamming the glass down on the bar.

The sound pulls the bartender out of his trance, his gaze toward Sloane snapping to the empty glass.

"Anything else for ya? Maybe for your boyfriend?"

Sloane snorts, covering it up with a cough before turning to you and shaking her head. You stare at the bartender, scoffing.

"Oh yeah. Give him something, reeeeal dry." You turn, throwing one more glance over your shoulder.

"And he's not. My boyfriend."

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You'd spent almost two more hours, mingling and visiting the bar with Sloane before you'd realized how intoxicated you'd become. After three more drinks, you'd been feeling quite weightless -- almost forgetting your ex that somehow, always appeared in the corner of your vision.

Almost.

"I think I'm gonna see when Brett gets off tonight," Sloane slurs, her hands bracing against your forearms as the two of you stand in the middle of the dancefloor.

You chuckle. "Oh? So you're on a first-name basis, now?" You wiggleyour eyebrows at her. She laughs, nudging you with her elbow before leaning close so you can hear over the thumping bass.

"Hopefully we'll be past the first-name basis after tonight," she giggles, and your jaw drops. She grasps your shoulders, shouting right into your ear.

"And you might be too, if you do something about that second year staring at you!" She winks, pushing off of you to retreat to the bar. You look around confused, searching for whoever she was talking about.

You're on your third look-around when a warm hand slides along your waist, and you turn. The lights in the room blur, but the male standing beside you is in clear view.

Clearly... beautiful, that is.

"Hey," he shouts, flashing a bright smile. Your eyebrows raise, the alcohol in your system tampering any shyness you might have had.

"Hey," you say back, and he leans in closer. The black, short sleeve fits him to a tee -- every muscle defined along his tattooed arms. His scent of wood and salt hits you, and you breathe it in.

Delicious.

"I'm Matt," he says, his eyes gazing right down into yours. You smile up at him.

"I'm Y/N," you say, and he takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You're not sure if it's the alcohol or lack of nerves, but a faint blush spreads across your cheeks.

"Y/N," he repeats looking to you again. "First year?"

You nod, and he grins proudly.

"I'm in my second," he says. Your brows raise an inch; but, you're not intimidated. After all, you'd been with a second year before.

The sinking feeling in your stomach appears as Matt keeps talking. Would he know Ridoc? Gods, he probably did. You frown. Ugh, why did he always have to ruin everything?

Matt pauses, chuckling as he stares at you again.

"You alright?"

You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Why were you even thinking about him right now?

"I'm... fine," you say, sucking in a breath as you feel both of Matt's hands softly holding your hips. He chuckles, his face mere inches from yours. Your head spins, the lights, the Charli XCX song playing in the back, this delectable man's lips about to touch yours-

"Hey man, what the fuck?"

Your eyes widen as Matt is quite literally ripped off you, the collar of his shirt rumpled in Ridoc's grip. He raises his hands in surrender.

"Look, man, I'm sorry! I didn't know-"

"Of course you fucking didn't," Ridoc growls, his usually playful tone absent. You stare in shock -- Ridoc was never this serious. In fact, that's what drove the two of you to break up in the first place.

"She's. Unavailable." He grinds out, and Matt huffs a laugh.

"Aight! Sorry, bro, she wasn't acting like it," Ridoc lowers him, releasing the hold on his shirt before glaring at him once more.

"I'd suggest you get goin', bro." '

That's all it takes before Matt is scurrying off into the sea of people. Ridoc turns, the anger still written all over his face. His brows only sinch together more when he takes in the anger on yours.

"What the fuck was that?" You shout, every ounce of pent up frustration bubbling over the surface. He rolls his eyes, stepping closer to you.

"That guy's a tool, Y/N," he says, his words running together a bit. Guess he needed to down a few to get though this night, too.

"You wouldn't know that though, because-"

"Because, what?" You throw your arms up in fury. "Because I'm 'only a first year'? Who are you to tell me who I can and can't-"

His hands reach out, grapping onto your forearms. He pulls you to his chest, bending at the waist to speak directly in front of your face.

"He shouldn't get to touch you." He says lowly, his eyes staring into yours. Your cheeks heat, the feeling of his hands on you mixed with the sweet musk of his cologne; it felt like how it used to.

"Nobody should."

You stare up at him with confusion, your only response a defensive one you'd learned to use so well around him.

"You're touching me right now," you sneer. "Doesn't look like you have any problem with that."

He chews on his bottom lip, his dark brows hooding his desired stare as he continues to draw you closer.

"You're right. I don't have a problem with it."

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“Oh FUCK yes… yes,”

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get you to leave the club with him. In fact, you practically jumped at the chance to leave — but, you let Ridoc think he “dragged” you out of there.

Truth be told, you were a bit giddy to feel his comforter beneath your back again.

“Mhm, you like that?” He taunts, pumping his fingers in and out.

You huff a laugh, another sarcastic response forming in your mind.

"I bet Matt could've done better." You toss him a wicked grin, and his brows furrow. He suddenly yanks his fingers out, immediately pulling you off the bed, yanking your dress up over your head before shoving you onto the floor.

Your eyes widen as your knees hit the hardwood, mouth practically salivating as he undoes his jeans quickly, pulling his thick cock out of his boxers. He slides his hand up and down it a few times, the other hand tangling in your hair as he yanks you closer.

"Always such a foul mouth, you've got," he tuts, and you drop your jaw. He slaps the head of his cock against your awaiting tongue twice, before shoving himself down your throat.

"This will teach you to be nicer," he muses. You gag, his thick length filling your throat even as he pulls out and pushes it right back in. He keeps assaulting your throat, fucking your mouth like you're his own personal plaything.

Not that you'd argue.

"Good girl... mmm," he groans, thrusting in a few more times before pulling your mouth flesh with his pelvis.

“Want you to fuckin’ gag on my dick, baby,” You cough, your throat raw as the faint black hairs near his pubic bone tickle your nose.

He yanks your mouth off of him, grabbing your arms and hauling you to your feet once more. The relief is only momentary before his rough hands push you flush against his bed, bent at the waist over the edge of his bed.

Grabbing both of your wrists, he grips both of your hands behind your back, using one of his hands to slide his wet and ready cock against your sopping cunt. He leans down, kissing just below your ear before uttering a single sentence.

"No man. Will ever. Get to do this with you."

You suck in a breath, the tip of his dick pushing into your cunt.

"Besides me."

He wastes no time, shoving his entire length in, drawing a sharp cry from you.

Sliding out, and thrusting back in -- he watches in a trance as your ass bounces against his pelvis with each slam of his hips against yours. His grip on your wrists loosen, one hand opting to tangle in your hair once more.

"You're. Mine." He pants, drawing you up to meet his chest, flush with your back as he continues pounding mercilessly into you. "You belong to no one else."

His words, the air in the room, the feel of him -- it's all too much. The tidal wave building inside you threatens to wash over the edge, and your breath comes out in short gasps.

"Oh... f-fuck, Ridoc," the new angle plunges his length deeper into you, his tip rubbing the most sensitive spot inside of you. His other arm wraps around your waist as he speaks again.

"Say it,"

You moan as his balls slap against your clit, the wave inside almost too much to contain.

"I..."

"Tell me who's pussy this is." He gasps, his thrusts growing sloppy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut as his grip tightens in your hair.

"Y-yours," you gasp. "Oh fuck, Ridoc it's all yours."

The title wave breaks free, your walls clenching around his huge dick as he gives you a few more thrusts. He cums not too long after, loosing himself in the way you feel wrapped around him again. He groans, low and deep as he releases his seed deep in your pussy -- another reminder that you're his, and only his.

You breathe deep, lying against his bed again when he finally releases you. He slips out of you, making quick work of cleaning himself off. You steady your breathing, making to stand and grab your dress from the floor.

Ridoc slides his boxers back on, pulling back the blankets on his bed and instead guiding you to lie down underneath them.

"Ridoc, I-"

He shushes you, adjusting the pillow beneath your head before sliding in behind you. Your heart swells as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling you flush against him as his arms wrap around you. You snuggle in, the warmth comforting as you work to wrangle your racing thoughts.

"We can talk tomorrow morning."

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Double Dutch

The twins walk in on you as you talk about your stupid, fit neighbor. Wonder who that is.

George Weasley x Reader (x Fred Weasley) | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, fred lives stfu, harry potter lore noob, fluff, rizzler!Georgie, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a continuation to Sweets & Sweeties but both can be read individually for the most part. GUYS IDK MUCH ABOUT HARRY POTTER LORE SO PLEASE KEEP CALLING ME OUT IF YOU NEED TO COS WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES AN UNLOCKING SPELL HAHAHAHAHAH | cross posted on ao3

"And they didn't just use Alohomora?"

You giggle as you momentarily lean on your mop to turn to your phone, "that's what I'm saying!"

Your friend snorts from the other side of the line.

"But," you continue mopping, "to be fair, even I didn't think of it in the moment. I was just glad they helped me get back in my shop when it felt like I'd be locked in forever."

Your friend groans, "you can be so dramatic. Why would you be locked forever from your shop?"

"Stop it. I was seriously debating throwing rocks at my window to get in."

"Wow," your friend laughs, just as the bell on your front door rings, "you're just as stupid as your neighbor."

You look over your shoulder mid-mopping, "sorry, shop's not..."

You grip your mop tightly as the tall man raises a hand, "mornin'."

"... open yet."

His smirk is lopsided as he raises a brow, "not even for your stupid neighbor?"

Your stomach drops and blood rushes up your neck.

"Bloody hell," your friend's voice on loud speaker reverberates in your empty bake shop, "did your fit neighbor walk in?"

The said man chuckles and you nearly whack your phone with your mop. You quickly end the call and grit your teeth in embarrassment, unable to turn back to the red haired man that was laughing yet again.

"Fit neighbor, huh?"

You clear your throat as you decide to put a brave face on and feign ignorance. You turn to him with a dramatic hair flip and shrug.

Fred or George Weasely smiles then hums, crossing his arms. Which one he was, you couldn't tell. "Glad to know you find me fit, love."

"I-" you clear your throat, "that wasn't about you."

His brows quirk and his lips part. He scoffs in offence but his smile is still visible, "don't tell me you think I'm stupid and my brother's fit." He walks over, shaking his head, clicking his tongue, "you have terrible taste in men."

You snort to mask the feel of your face burning, then pretend mopping is more exciting you really think it is, "I-" you clear your throat as you clean the tiles in front of your cake display, "don't even know which one you are."

The sheer dramatics of his gasp forces you to look back at him. The Weasley has a fist on his chest, pretending he was stabbed. He grunts in faux pain, "you're telling me I look exactly like Fred?" He rests the back of his hand on his forehead and turns away, "the horrors."

The laugh he pulls out from you is dangerous. It's full and giddy. It's more than amusement, it's full blown endearment that makes your belly roll. You stifle your laughter with your sleeve, feeling warmth linger on your cheeks. Your heart races as he, as George, saunters in front of you, hands smoothly sliding into his pockets. He tilts his head with a sigh, "might have to get even for that terrible remark, my..." he looks around the shop, "sweet neighbor."

You look up at him, pursing your lips to withhold your smile. You shrug, "I doubt a boy named Georgie can do so much damage."

He snorts and shakes his head, "cheeky bugger."

You tense when he leans forward.

"Did you just dare me to do you some damage, sweetheart?"

You open your mouth, but a strangled gasp is all that leaves you because he places his hands atop yours as he takes your mop from you.

"I feel like you don't need anymore damage, considering you did just break a mug."

You stare at him as he haphazardly starts mopping around. Your belly reacts to how he circles around the mop and shoots you a grin. You gulp, "how did you know I broke a mug?"

"Pfft," he scoffs, straightening up, resting his elbow on the top of the mop. Damn, he was tall. "I heard it break. Why do you think I came over here? To check on you!"

Your brows furrow as he puts the mop aside, "how'd you know it was a mug though?"

Georgie shrugs, "well, cause I'm a genius."

You give him a look.

He mirrors your look, then slowly begins to lean forward again, "d'ya want me to prove it?"

Your heart races as you slowly lean back, "w-what? No?"

"Wicked," he grins, straightening up, "you think I'm a genius, do ya?"

"W-What?"

"I just called myself a genius and you agreed," he puts his hands in his pockets and moves towards your cake display. He points, "that looks really good."

You compose yourself by brushing your hair back, "shop's not open yet, genius."

Georgie turns to you with a grin. He breaks into a chuckle, "why not?"

"I'm still cleaning."

He looks around the room and pulls out his wand from his pocket, "I-"

"No!" you raise your hands, "I like cleaning!"

He lowers his wand.

"I don't have anything to do before opening, and cleaning, you know..." you trail off and look away.

"No, I don't actually," he tilts his head in interest, "cleaning what?"

You shrug as you look back at him, "it gives me something to do."

He purses his lips and raises his brows, "wouldn't you rather do something fun?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "that's easy for you to say. You own Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

Georgie shakes his head and raises his hands, "that's ex-"

"And you have your twin brother."

"... so?"

"You have someone to have fun with. I bet you never get homesick at all."

"Oh," he lowers his hands, "distraction for the loneliness, is it?"

You purse your lips and shrug, "yeah."

He offers you a soft smile, "I'm not a genius actually," he points his thumb over his shoulder, "your broken mug pieces are on your counter."

You turn to said object and counter, feeling bashful that you forgot about it, "oh, that's-"

"And I didn't come here because I heard you break it," he buzzes his lips then rubs his ear, "I don't think my ears are good enough for that."

You raise your brows, "I mean, I figured. I don't think anyone's ears are good enough for that."

"I did come here because I wanted to spend time with you."

You freeze.

"Want," he corrects, "I want to."

You feel blood rush up your face.

"That is," he motions vaguely and shrugs, "only if you want to take back what you said about me being the stupid one and Fred being the fit one."

"You think I'm fit?"

You both turn to the front door, only realizing now the bell had rung. Your face was burning, "I-"

"This isn't about you!"

Fred walks in, "oh, ho, ho, I do beg to differ."

Overwhelmed by the two Weasley men who begin to bicker in front of you, you step back unable to do anything but watch for a moment. That is until George says:

"No, I told you I think she's cute."

Fred scoffs, "I totally said she was cute first!"

"Keep lying, you liar."

"I literally told you the moment she w—"

"SHOP'S STILL CLOSED!" you blurt, making them turn to you. You gulp as they turn to you, and exaggeratedly clear your throat, "though I appreciate you both," cough, "think I'm cute, I have to prepare things."

"What things?" they ask in unison.

You stutter, "t-things!"

"I can help," they say at once, turning to each other, "Jinx. Double jinx. TRIPLE J-"

"GET OUT!" you point to the door, "respectfully."

The twins visibly deflate. George smacks Fred on the chest, "this is all your fault."

"Mine?" Fred scoffs, "you're the one that-"

You cut their bickering off short by pushing them towards the door. They begin to protest but do not try to overpower you to stay inside. You huff once you manage to kick them out and wave them goodbye.

"I thought we could drop by at any time for a cuppa?!" George calls out.

Fred huffs and cups the sides of his mouth, "liar!"

You chuckle softly under your breath, face warm as ever as you give them a look, "later! Once I open!"

They both huff and turn to each other. Fred says, "that's not any time, now is it."

"No, it isn't," George agrees.

[freddleafton12345-blog]

DATE EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD SO HAVE A DIRK SMUT FIC! Reader is intented 2 be female! (BTW for this, Harper and Dirk dated, but never had s*x. Why? Because only you get that privilege in my eyes lmfao)

You knew that Harper and Dirk had something going on.

Always bickering back and forth. The constant arguments made you very annoyed and worried.

So when you finally stepped in, and suggested they take a break, they both accepted. You were grateful that Harper wasn't angry at you because she knew you liked Dirk.

Harper was like a sister you never had. She was full of issues, sure, but hey, isn't everybody?

And then there was Dirk. The man who, despite his flaws, (and clothing) swept you off your feet.

Harper, surprisingly, was supportive of your feelings. After a few months of her and Dirk's breakup, you had a chat with her about your day, and she brought up the fact that it was valentines day.

"Look, Dirkie can be a bit of a hassle, but if you really wanna get him to get you dirty, then you should wear this!" Harper held up a black lingerie set with rhinestones.

"HARPER!" Your face went beet red.

The hamper only giggled. "Relax, this isn't mine! I ordered it online for you, and it came today! Though I didn't expect to see Dorian holding the lingerie when I got to the door! Guess he got curious and opened the box, hehe!"

You hesitantly took the lingerie and went up to your room, not wanting to chat any longer out of embarrassment.

Once you got to your room, you shut and locked the door. Then you put the lingerie on, though you felt shy about it.

"Hm..." You looked into your mirror. Well, it fit you. Definitely emphasized your curves.

"Ah, there you are!" The closet doors opened and Dirk came out. "What took you so long-..." his face grew red as he took in your outfit.

"Oh, Dirk! Hey, um..." You looked down, too shy to explain yourself.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Happy...valentines day..." You weakly spoke, still looking at the ground incase this went horribly wrong.

But soon, you felt a smooth hand guide your chin upwards, so now you were making eye contact with the gorgeous man.

"Well, well. Bats and I didn't expect such a...lovely surprise~" he whispered in your ear, pulling you up against him.

"Um...the surprise was mostly meant for you, actually..." You mumbled into his chest.

He looked over at the body pillow in the closet, then chuckled. "Bats says that's fine. Now then..."

Dirk guided you to your bed, climbing on top of you with lust in his eyes. "Fuuuuck.. You're gorgeous like this..." he purred.

"Pfft, you wanna be in charge? Too bad...HIYAH!" You sprang up and pinned him down on the mattress, then sat on his lap.

Dirk looked surprised, and flustered. His face got more red as you gently choked his neck.

"Like that~?"

"A-ahh..nnghh.." he looked so weak now that you took the reigns.

The advice Sophia gave you when you went to her for advice weeks before? Totally worked!

You giggled and helped him out of his clothing, throwing it across the room. You could feel his hard member against your ass as you did so.

"Alright. Let's get you dirty~" you snickered, slowly removing his pants for him.

Oh god.

He was a great size.

You licked your lips and started sucking his member, making the man groan and look away.

"O-ohhhh..." He bit his lip, the sensations washing over his body in the best possible way.

Dirk looked down at you and gently took your hair into his hands. Then he started pushing you down further on his cock.

You complied and bobbed your head up and down, moaning to give him some small vibrations.

"God- k-keep doing that and- I'm gonna-...oh..OH-" He gripped the sheets.

You pulled away at the last second, licking your lips with a smirk. "I want you to get me dirty, you know. So, you can't cum quite yet~"

With a strangled groan of frustration, the man helped you out of your outfit. Then, he held your hips as you slowly sat on his dick.

"Ah...Dirk..." You groaned in pleasure.

"Like that, doll face?" He taunted.

Because of that, you started bouncing up and down on his member, which immediately made him moan.

"Don't talk like that unless you wanna be punished!" You teased, grinding against his crotch.

"Ah~! Gods..! Oh, oh~!" His grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your flesh. Not that you cared if it hurt later, you were feeling too good to stop now.

After a few minutes, the knot in your stomach started getting tighter.

"OH GOD~! YES! YES YES, YESSS~! DIRK~!"

"Cmon, cum for me! Please- please- I love you!"

You knelt down and kissed him roughly, and he wasted zero time in reciprocating the action.

With muffled moans, you both reached your long awaited climax. You could feel his juices filling you up, and God did it feel great.

Pulling away from each other, you rested your forehead against his, chuckling tiredly. "I...I love you too, Dirk. Always have.."

He grinned and pecked your cheek, holding you close. "I'm relieved. Happy valentines day, babe.."

"Happy valentines day to you, too, Dirk." You snuggled into his chest as he peppered kisses across your face.

~~~

"Have they finally stopped?" Dorian groaned, sitting on the couch.

Volt chuckled, a small smirk on his face. "It sounds like it, but...don't count on it!"

Harper was grinning. "Hehehe! My plan worked!"

Eddie came over with some drinks for everybody. "I will just...act like I didn't hear anything."

Suddenly, ShadowLord came out from the shadows of the sofa, a somewhat mischievous grin spreading across his skull face.

"It seems my penumbra has had the ride of her life, fwa ha ha hah ha ha!"

Harper smiled. "Oh, you were spying on them? I like how you think!" She chimed, reaching a hand over to pet Timothy.

"Hsss!" He swatted her hand away, his eyes slits. "I cannot BELIEVE Y/N! Does she have no sense of timeliness, nor some minor DECORUM!?" Poor thing was traumatized forever after having great hearing, being a cat and all.

Eddie came over and rubbed his back. "There, there. It could've been much worse."

PLZ REBLOG IF U WANT LMFAO K BYE))

Edit Jun 27, 2025: GYYS I MADE A VOLT AND EDDIE FIC, PLZ GO GIVE THAT ATTENTION😭😭😭))

[nemisuki]

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ೀ⋆ || Of course the rain ruined your date, but luckily for a certain blonde, it ended with a little kiss ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 917 word count •°. *࿐

Having free time while attending a school made for heroes in training is practically once every blue moon.

But thankfully, now with exams over, it finally gave you the opportunity to spend some much needed quality time with your grumpy boyfriend.

Though there was one little problem that made you two return earlier than expected.

It certainly doesn't look like the heavy downpour is gonna stop anytime soon, leaving the couple to seek shelter underneath one umbrella, trying to fight off the storm that's busy crying above them.

"Tch, damn rain..."

Your eyes soften, taking on a more delicate tone to match the guilty feeling in your chest, "I'm sorry Katsuki, I should've checked the weather before we went out, I know how much you hate rain..."

He takes a glance at your direction, brows already furrowing at your timid apology — an unnecessary one at that — he sighs, giving your head a little pat with his free hand. Slender fingers caressing the locks of hair underneath.

"I told ya' to stop yur' apologizing, dummy."

A wave of warmth fills every inch of your body at the intimate gesture, your smile immediately returning in full force, only this time with a more joy-like glint in your eyes.

He scoffs at the instant change of your mood, secretly amused by the sudden 180 in emotion.

"So damn needy," he grumbles. the words not picked up by your ears given the outside noise, continuous falling raindrops heard all around them, soothing to anyone else, but a hindrance to him.

You let out a small yawn, his keen hearing hastily picking it up despite the surrounding dripping sounds, though he's not shocked, you always seem to find peace in the rain... maybe too much.

That's when he takes notice of your sluggish form, the way you look like you could fall asleep at any moment, only making him pick up the pace, urging you to follow, wanting to reach the dorms as soon as possible.

"don't doze off, yeah? rather keep you intact then—"

"agh—!"

His words waver as he hears you randomly yelp, and in an instant, his eyes quickly snap over to you, noticing you slip on a particularly sleek spot of the pavement, the puddles not at all helping as you stumble forward, nearly about to kiss the damn ground.

Yeah... not on his watch.

"For the love of—"

With seasoned trained instincts, his free arm immediately wraps around your waist, steadying you up before you could even blink, not even dropping the umbrella as his eyes flicker all over you, searching for any potential signs of injuries or harm.

Leaving you absolutely stunned at his quick reflexes.

"Oi, you good? Tsk, yur' such a damn klutz, right when I told you to not doze off—"

You couldn't help but to giggle at the irony of it all, only earning a weak glare from him towards your visible amusement, the blonde clearly finding no humor in the situation.

"o-oh my god! i can't believe that just happened, pfft—"

He grunts, averting his gaze from your own, randomly focusing on a tree up ahead to ignore the warm sensation in his chest at your pretty laughter, "stop laughing, ya moron! you could've been hurt dammit!"

It takes a minute or so, Katsuki's scolding slowly forgotten in the background, but after a few moments, your little giggling fits eventually comes to an end, but even so, you realize you still need to show your savior some love.

Given he's still lecturing you about 'proper fucking safety' and how you 'should look where your damn going next time'.

Your eyes glance back at his face, a frown clearly taking over his expression as he rambles on.

"I told ya' a million times to wear rain boots and not yur' damn sneakers! it doesn't matter if 'those shoes ruin the fit', do you know how many people get a fucking concussion cause of that shit—"

His words waver as you lean forward, a teasing glint in your eyes as you get on your tippy toes, giving his lips a quick peck at first to gauge his reaction, slightly pulling away but not entirely... not just yet.

He freezes, eyes slightly widening at the sudden contact, looking down at you as if you committed a crime in public, despite no one else being around.

Then barely, just barely, does his muscles fully relax, eyes softening as the grip around your waist tugs you closer, much to your liking, given your cheesy smile.

"thank you for saving me, dynamight~"

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother to hide the small smirk on his face, giving your skin a soft squeeze before leaning down, completely forgetting the umbrella as it plops down on the ground.

The cool raindrops peppering all over you two as your gazes meet.

"Watch it nerd, it's great explosion murder god dynamight, but... for you I'll let it slide."

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, soft plush lips moving against your own in a gentle exchange of affection, leaving you absolutely breathless.

The two of you stand there for a while, with your arms wrapped around his neck, while his own tenderness remains at your waist, creating a bubble of warmth in the midst of the downpour.

For the majority of his life, the boy has hated rain, but perhaps now, he'd have a memory worth looking forward too, for the storm will pass and bring in new light.

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Imagine giving Shanks baby fever

At a tavern

Child: I wanna join your crew!

Shanks: pfft, no way

Child: I'm a real good fighter, I won't get in the way, I promise!

Shanks: hmmm, [taps his chin and looks like he's thinking about it]

Child: [thinks he's going to get a chance]

Shanks: hmm...Hmmm?... No

Child: aw come on

Child's mother: [barges into the tavern holding her infant] Julius Antony D. Frost! What do you think you are doing here? You haven't finished your chores, the goats got hungry and two of them broke into the house!

Child: but mom!

Child's mother: here hold this [foists her infant into your arms and drags her son off by his ear]

You: ??? [Looks to the local barkeep for help]

Barkeep: she'll be back when she realizes, just look after that little girl until then.

You: [pulls the infant closer to you and glowers]

Barkeep: I know it's a little unorthodox, but that lady has six kids, you're holding her only daughter, and her husband is a fisherman. This means he's gone most of the time, and her five eldest boys keep her busy, so please don't judge her, we help her out as much as she'll allow.

You: fine, [goes over to your table with Shanks]

Shanks: [cocks his head and gets a good look at the baby]

Baby: [looks at Benn and starts to cry]

Shanks: [pushes Benn away] You're scaring the baby.

Benn: ay! Ay! Alright, alright, I'll move.

You: [bounces the infant, pats it on the back, and starts to sing to try]

Baby: [settles down, and relaxes against your shoulder]

Shanks: wow, I didn't know you were so good with kids.

You: I didn't either... [Turns to the barkeep] Can I get this table wiped down so I can set the baby down?

Barkeep: [ obliges]

You: [sits the baby's weight down on the table, but keeps your arm around her so she's still leaning against you] Are you the cutest baby in the world?

Baby: ◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜

You: [gasps] Yes you are, you are the cutest baby in the whole world. [Gently tickles her tummy]

Baby: [giggles]

The crew: [find the two of you painfully adorable]

Baby: [ turns to Shanks and makes grabby hands at him]

Shanks: [ leans in closer]

Baby: [grabs a handful of his hair]

Shanks: she's got a good grip on her, how old is she? A year?

Barkeep: yeah, fourteen months, I think.

You: oh I could just eat you up, yes I could! In fact, I think I will. [Blows raspberries on her tummy]

Baby: [erupts into laughter]

You: [ pulls the baby back to your chest, leans back against Shanks, and smiles up at him] She still has that baby smell.

Shanks: (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Child's mother: [bursts through the establishment's doors] Holly!

Baby: [whips around to look at her mother]

Child's mother: oh thank God, thank you for looking after her, I'm so sorry.

You: it's okay, she's easy to deal with, plus from the looks of it you had your hands full. [ Passes her her child]

Child's mother: she is, isn't she? Thank you have a nice day. [Leaves with her child]

Later that night

Benn: you've been eyeing them all night, what's up.

Shanks: [shifts his gaze from you to Benn] So I'm not as subtle as I thought I was... I dunno. Ever since seeing them with the baby, what was her name? Holly?... I guess I can't get it out of my head.

Benn: oh you've got baby fever, don't cha?

Shanks: [blushes] maybe

Benn: I thought you didn't want kids on this boat anymore?

Shanks: I don't, that hasn't changed. [Gets up and heads over to you] What do you say we call it a night?

You: hmm, alright, I'm getting tired anyway. [Lets Shanks lead you to the Captain's quarters]

Shanks: [is handsy with you the whole way]

You: [doesn't mind] You seem rather frisky tonight, or at least friskier than usual.

Shanks: Sorry, but seeing how good you are with kids really ignited something within me. [Smooches up and down your neck]

You: I thought you didn't want kids?

Shanks: For Fuck's sake, I don't, not yet, but that doesn't mean I don't want to practice. [Dumps you on the bed and starts to take off his pants.]

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Just one question. What can go wrong? (Jinxed it)

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Featuring: Isagi x reader

Tropes: Fluff, slight angst, canon diversion, future fic

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During an interview, the reporter asked about your and Isagi's relationship. He wasn't prepared for the full blown on love story he would get.

"So, Isagi-san, still going strong in your relationship?

"Oh, yeah!" Isagi pivoted towards the reporter who'd asked the question.

"We've recently moved in together, you see." Isagi elaborated. "It's been awesome so far. The house is actually quite too big for just us two... but well, you never know." Isagi's cheeks flushed.

The reporter opened his mouth to fire off another question, but was cut off by Isagi.

"Oh, and we've got this garden with a special part where I can play football. Sadly, not with the high-tech equipment from back in Blue Lock, but that would be difficult to replicate." Isagi mused.

"I... oh, interesting, so what do you think abo--"

"And well we've got a lounge in the corner. We often stay there, especially in the summer in the evenings." Isagi continued, caught unaware of his interrupting the reporter.

Isagi's expression turned thoughtful. "I think aside from the football arena, that place is the most special to me."

"Oh, and why then, Isagi-san?" The reporter finally managed to interject.

Eyes lighting up, Isagi regaled, "It's just... special, you know?" His eyes turned wistful, gazing faraway in the distance. "It was there where I got the news that I was accepted in Re Al, and I remember us sitting the whole night there."

That night, not too long ago, held a special place in Isagi's heart.

Not only because it was the news he had acquired, but also because he could share it with you, his most devoted supporter and his perpetual pillar of support.

He could still remember the day as if it were yesterday.

The high-strung tension when he'd gotten the call, followed up by the pure excitement and pride gleaming within him.

Ending with the love sprouting in his chest, when you flung yourself into his arms, elated giggles spilling from your mouth, so infectious he had burst out in laughter of mirth, too.

"You did it, you did it!" You chanted, your face against his chest and arms slung around his waist.

"I... did." Isagi gasped, amazed.

You pulled back, your eyes finding his. "I'm proud of you."

Isagi's heart burst at the sincere tone in your voice, warmth coalescing in his chest, as he lunged forward, capturing your lips with his.

In his excited fevour, he had moved too fast, bumping your foreheads together.

Groaning both simultaneously at the collision, you instantly retreated, holding the bruising spot.

Isagi's eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't mean... sorry--"

"Pfft--" You snorted. "You silly." You slapped his arm playfully.

Scratching his neck abashedly, a charming flush appeared on his cheeks, a lopsided grin his lips.

"Sorry. Let me try again."

Now, he moved with more deliberation, he stepped forward, placing his hand on your lower back to lightly push you in his chest.

He dipped his head downwards, soft lips meeting yours in the middle.

His other hand came to cup your cheek, thumb lightly brushing against the skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on your arms.

Your lips moved in tandem with his, pushing against his bottom lip, making him see stars even when his eyes were closed.

He sighed in the kiss, that turned into a groan when you tugged at the baby hairs on his nape.

At last he pulled back, being met with flushed cheeks and reddened lips. The sight made his heart tremble, urging him to lean in once more, yet he reeled himself in.

Eyes squinting happily, he took your hand, pulling you down with him on the long sofa.

Your legs tangled together as you laid down next to him, head propped on his chest and silky hair falling in front of your face.

A small smile flitted across Isagi's lips. He brushed the stray lock behind your ear, finger lingering for just a second longer.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" You whispered, even though no one was near to overhear.

"I couldn't have done it without you." He whispered in return, his warm breath ghosting over your face.

You snorted. "Of course you can. You're Isagi Yoichi, Demon King, Blue Lock's Heart, need I go on?" You said dramatically, swishing your hands about in elaborate gesticulations.

Isagi's eyes softened in affection. "I prefer to be yours."

"It would make sense that that place is special to you now." The reporter mused.

"Yeah. But it also contains... less happy memories." Isagi frowned, digging in his memories.

"It had been when I had overworked myself during the World Cup." He lightly chuckled. "I was exhausted, and had completely depleted all of my energy."

"I can imagine. The time coming before the World Cup must've been nerve-wracking, right?" The reporter inquired.

Isagi nodded. "Yeah. My days were mostly filled with training and the occasional meal. But I didn't take enough breaks and I was on the verge of collapsing."

Hanging onto every word Isagi was saying, the reporter urged, "So, how is this tied to the garden?"

Isagu chuckled. "I got home, from yet another training. It must've been what... 10, 11 pm? I had been gone for the whole day, and she was waiting there. I remember she looked tired, too, but I thought she still looked as beautiful as ever."

"That's sweet." The reporter gushed.

"Yeah." Isagi concurred. "But we did have our first big fight there."

Isagi quietly tip-toed in the garden, making sure to skip the stones making loud creaks.

It was already dark outside, the only light coming from the moon.

Grass crackled underneath his feet, as Isagi slowly made his way to the door.

"Where have you been?" A sharp voice cut through the silence.

Isagi flinched. A flickering light was lit, and there you were, sitting on the sofa, leg slung over another, an unimpressed look on your face.

"I... uhm... the grocery store?"

"They're all closed."

Isagi pursed his lips.

Sighing, you stood up, making your way to him.

"This has to stop." You said firmly. "I hardly see you anymore. You're working yourself to the bone. Isagi, you've lost weight, you're like a shadow to your former self!"

Your voice echoed harshly. Isagi's eyes blinked at the use of his last name.

Isagi exhaled, jaw tensing. "Don't you understand? You always do." He pleaded. "I have to, I'm not good enough otherwise."

"Who told you that?" You whispered, voice trembling. "Of course you're good enough! Have you forgotten what you've already accomplished?"

"No, of course not." Isagi dragged a weary hand across his face. God, he was just so tired.

"...I just want to win the World Cup."

Your eyes narrowed, lips slanted into a thin line. "Not like this. You're disappearing, Isagi. I'm afraid of losing you." Your vision turned blurry at your last words. You blinked harshly, but a tear managed to escape.

Isagi's heart cracked, his arm lifted to wipe it away, but the tortured look in your eyes caused him to waver and redraw his hand in an aborted motion. He clenched his fists.

"Your friends are worried. I am worried." You exclaimed, corners of your eyes reddening.

"You can't go on like this. Someone has to step in. I'm sorry... but I can't watch you go on like this."

Isagi's eyes widened, as he took a step forward, his legs unsteady. "Wait... what do you mean... please, please, don't tell me--"

"I can't watch on the sidelines and see you suffer, Isagi." You uttered softly. "I know I can't change your mind." You stepped forward, the raw emotion in your eyes becoming visible in the sliver of moonlight.

"I'll be waiting, love. Come visit me when you've won." You pushed past him, shoulders brushing against his.

"Take care, Isagi." You let the keys fall in his hands.

Isagi's eyes flared open, panic now settling into him. "No, no. No, please... don't go. Don't leave!"

You turned around, Isagi's breath caught in his throat. Your eyes were teary, nose red. Yet you still looked ethereal.

You smiled softly, "It would've always come down to this. Return to me when I'm part of your dreams, too."

"No... you said you understood..." Isagi walked up to you, eyes frantic, as his trembling hands cupped your face.

"You said I didn't have to choose..."

At his words, tears at last slipped free from your eyes. Your heart thudded painfully in your body, bursting of the raw emotion building in you.

You wrenched yourself free, a choked noise falling from your lips.

"You already have."

With that, you wrenched yourself free, slowly walking away.

The sight of Isagi crumbling was the last thing you saw before you walked out.

"How... devastating..." The reporter's eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

"Yeah..." Isagi huffed, but his eyes were misty.

"She really woke me up that night." He let out a chuckle at the irony.

"She had already seen that relentlessy overexerting myself was reckless and would amount to nothing. But I didn't listen to her." He hung his head, melancholy tinting his tone.

"Her leaving me is what strove me to be better." His voice caught on, the barest of smiles on his face.

"From that day onward, I took more breaks. Ate more meals. It was only when I sat down with a steaming plate before me that I realised how hungry I actually was." Isagi chuckled.

"Yet, I barely saw her. She had gone to her parents' house, three hours distanced from mine. It was impossible to reach her."

"You missed her?"

That was an understatement. "Felt like I couldn't go on without her."

"So," The reporter cleared his throat, changing subjects. "How did it go with the World Cup?"

Isagi brightened. "It went well. First round against Spain. We won. Italy and France were tough opponents, though, so we barely managed to snatch the win there."

The reporter nodded, eyes understanding. "Yeah, those were some trifling matches."

"Mhm. But Germany was the most daunting of opponents of all." Isagi's eyes were set serious. "We had a hard time defeating them. Eventually, we ended up in a tie, so it came down to penalties."

The clamour of the crowd was ear-deafening. A rush overtook Isagi as his heart hammered wildly in his chest.

This was it. The final match. The final countdown.

Germany was first. Kaiser walked up to the ball, a cocky expression on his face, his shoulders squared in a confident manner.

He shot. Kaiser Impact as awe-inspiring as ever.

He scored.

Then came Rin. He shot with a beautiful arc.

Goal.

And so, players from both opposing teams each took their turns. Cheers erupted by each score, sighs flared up when someone missed.

Eventually, the score was tied, once again.

And now it was Isagi's turn. The last person to shoot. He would determine the match's outcome.

A heavy weight pressed onto him, sweat beaded on his forehead. When he walked forward, his knees felt weak and his hands shook.

His special weapon was direct shot, but he wouldn't get passed to. He was all alone.

The roars of the crowd reached a thundering crescendo, until that was all he could hear.

With shaking legs, Isagi pushed himself towards the spot, positioning himself behind the ball.

Doubt gnawed at him as he surveyed the goal. Go left, right? High corner, low corner?

He didn't know.

He was alone.

Until he wasn't.

"Yoi!" Isagi's breath stilted. Had he imagined it?

"Ichi! You can do this!"

No he definitely hadn't. His head turned frantically, trying to locate you.

A figure waved, and his eyes locked onto yours.

It was as if a dam broke. Emotion burst out of his chest. Sorrow, guilt, elation, love, it all threatened to overwhelm him.

You'd come.

After all this time... you still believed in him.

Renewed vigour overtook him, as he determinedly set his eyes on the goal.

He exhaled, a puffy cloud in the clear night.

He wasn't alone. He had his teammates, his parents, and above all, you, who believed in him.

He could do this.

The wind brushed through his locks, the grass parted as he ran.

He drew his leg back, and kicked the ball.

It sifted through the air, spinning and curving, until--

"GOALL!!! ISAGI YOICHI HAS SEALED THE VICTORY FOR JAPAN! JAPAN HAS NOW TAKEN THE WORLD CUP SINCE YEARS!!"

Screams erupted, someone shouted, a flurry of bodies crashed into Isagi.

He let out an elated laugh, gasping when he was pushed onto someone's shoulders. His teammates patted his arms, exhausted grins on their faces, but a gleam of victory sparkled in their eyes.

A fervent rush overtook him, he quickly pulled himself free, rushing and running, his legs almost giving out under him, yet he kept on sprinting.

"Y/n!" He shouted.

And there you were.

Eyes sparkling, hair tousled by the wind, and the light casting your face in an otherwordly glow. A wide grin on your face, solely for him.

Just as beautiful as the night he lost you.

"You came," he breathed.

"You scored." You beamed.

High on adrenaline and bursting from the whiplash he got from seeing you, Isagi couldn't contain himself.

He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. You let out a squeak of surprise that was quickly muffled by his lips seamlessly moving with yours.

It was as if you'd never been apart. His lips slided against yours, your body melting against his, like a puzzle piece slotting in. His hands squeezed your hips and it was as if no time had passed since that dreadful night in the backyard.

Isagi pulled back. "You called me "Yoi"" He mumbled against your lips.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"I've missed it. Say it again." Isagi demanded eagerly, eyes shining.

You let out an amused laugh, "Yoichi. Ichi, Yoi. My love."

A lovesick grin spread across Isagi's lips. He let his head fall in the junction of your shoulderblades.

"I've missed you." He said against your skin.

Your hands raked affectionately through his hair.

"You never lost me."

"Wow... just wow." The reporter sucked in a deep breath. He had never anticipated he would get this whole love story.

"Yeah, so, uh, that happened." Isagi shrugged. As if he didn't just drop his whole backstory on the reporter.

Then, Isagi's eyes widened.

"Oh, I'll have to go now. I promised Y/n to be home early. Thank you for the interview!" He waved modestly, leaving the room.

The reporter was stunned. He sat there, on the notes scribbled Isagi's love story, not one football term in sight.

During the whole interview, profesional football player Isagi Yoichi hadn't mentioned football once.

[lumitoiile]

venti : [intoxicated.]

summary + tw : argument aftermath, suggested alcohol use; you finally confront him about his drinking problem. slight reverse comfort, angst if you squint, making up. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.5k.

⤷ ꒰★꒱  requested by : @i-am-a-hot-man.

you've been losing your mind ever since he stormed out.

perhaps it's a little silly of you to be worrying this much. after all, it's never been particularly unusual for him to disappear after an argument. he's a free spirit, coming and going like the wind, flitting wherever his whims decide to take him. but, then again...he's never been gone for this long before.

three days. three days with no word, not even a clue as to where he might have gone. you've scoured his usual haunts—angels share, the statue of barbatos, even windrise... but there's no sign of him anywhere. no traces he left behind. the quiet stretches unbearably thin in his absence, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.

and your guilt.

the feeling rears its head the moment your mind drifts back to the argument, clawing at you restlessly. you'd only wanted to help, to make him understand that his habits were worrying you. but somewhere along the way, your words must have cut too deep.

the evening had started quietly enough. he had come home mid-afternoon, cheeks flushed and his signature giggle carrying an all too familiar slur.

"venti," you had begun, trying to keep your tone light. "how much have you had to drink?

he waved a hand lazily, plucking the strings of his lyre with no tune in mind. "hehe, not much... just enough to keep things fun! lighten up, yeah?"

your brows furrowed, and the faint tension in your chest only grew tighter. "i thought we'd agreed you'd try to cut back."

"and i have!" he quipped, his grin so carefree it bordered on infuriating. "why, i've only had... hmm. maybe six glasses?"

"six," you'd repeated, patience growing thinner. "venti, this is the third time this week. do you know how worried i get when you disappear for hours on end, only to come home like this?"

his laughter faltered, even if only for a moment. "worried? pfft, there's no need to worry about me! i'm perfectly fine."

"except you're not," you insisted, voice soft but firm. "you're clearly anything but fine. you disappear, drown yourself in wine, and never tell me why."

something on his face flickered at that. something raw and unguarded. but he quickly masked it with another chuckle, letting out a string of giggles. "come onnn... you're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be."

"because it is a big deal!" the words had tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, the frustration starting to spill over. "not only does this obviously affect you, but do you even care about how it makes me feel? how hard it is to watch you get like this and not know what to do?"

venti stilled, his fingers tightening around the neck of his lyre. for a moment, you thought he might actually say something. something real, something honest. but then he stood, his gaze flickering toward the door.

"i didn't come here for a lecture," he muttered, voice coated with a sharpness you'd never heard from him before.

"wait—" you started to call out for him, but he was already moving, already leaving. he stormed out and shut the door with a soft click, echoing like a thunderclap in the silence he left behind.

and now it's been days since you last spoke. you've been waiting anxiously for him, watching the clock hands as the hours pass by, unable to shake the argument from your memory. he's always been quick to disappear after a dispute, his wanderer's heart leading him away from confrontation.

but still, you worry. how could you not? venti may be an eccentric free thinker, but he's also deeply sensitive, even if he hides it behind playful smiles and poetic musings. you saw the way his eyes flashed with hurt, the way he stiffened and froze up at what you had said. it's not just his absence that weighs on you; it's the thought of where his mind might have strayed in the time he's been away.

it's only when the third evening descends that you finally hear it. the faint, uneven creak of the front door swinging open. the hesitant patter of familiar footsteps.

your breath catches, and you nearly trip over yourself as you rush to the entryway. and when you see him standing there, you all but freeze in your tracks.

venti stands against the structure of the door, framed by the soft amber hues of twilight. his usual playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen. instead he looks... exhausted. his clothes are disheveled, hair tousled by the relentless wind, and there's a hollow look in his seafoam eyes. he grips his lyre loosely by his side, strings still and lifeless; a reflection of the bard himself.

"venti," you breathe, voice trembling. relief surges through you, but so does a sting of anger and hurt.

"...im home," he says quietly, but his voice cracks on the last word, betraying the stoicism he'd been trying to maintain.

you take a tentative step forward, unsure whether to embrace him or demand an explanation. but before you can decide, his knees buckle, and you spare no time in lunging forward to catch him. his weight collapses against you, his head finding shelter against your shoulder.

"you've been gone for three days," you whisper. there's an edge in your voice he isn't used to.

"i know."

"you can't just leave like that."

"i know."

"do you have any idea how worr—"

"i know," he blurts, voice muffled against your skin as he hurries the words out. "i...im sorry. i thought—i thought some time away would help, that maybe i could clear my head, but really i just... i couldn't face you."

you only let out a sigh, guiding him to the sofa and gently urging him to sit as you kneel by his side. he doesn't resist. instead, he clutches his lyre to his chest, as if it's the only shield he has left.

he lets out a shaky breath, gaze falling to the floor. "i messed up," he says. "i always do, don't i? i drink too much, i laugh too loud, i push too far... and whenever you bring it up, i run instead of fixing it."

your expression softens, but the soft ache in your chest doesn't fade. "venti," you whisper, eyes locked on the way his fingers curl tighter around his lyre. "you haven't ruined anything. im upset because you left for three days with no warning. you could have left a letter, a sign, something to tell me if you were okay or not."

he exhales shakily, forcing out a breathless, half-hearted laugh. "i didn't mean to make you worry so much. i just—" he swallows hard. "it's... strange."

"what is?" you ask, tilting your head.

"ive never had a place to come home to before," he admits, voice low and barely a whisper. "not really. not with walls and warmth and someone waiting on the other side of the door. i've always just... wandered, went along wherever the wind took me. and for a long time, that was fine."

the bard's hands tremble against the lyre, so slight you almost don't notice. "but now there's you. and suddenly, im not used to the idea of someone worrying about where i go or what i do. caring when i disappear, it's..." he hesitates before finally meeting your gaze, eyes glassy. "it's all so new. it kind of terrifies me."

your heart twists at his admission. the hardship he carries isn't just in his drinking, but in his avoidance; it's in the way he's convinced himself that he doesn't deserve the care you offer so freely.

he lets out a weak chuckle. "i guess part of me thought it'd be easier if i just... ran. that maybe if i left first, i wouldn't have to deal with what it means to be cared for like this." he stops, voice wavering. "but all it did was remind me that i don't want to be without you."

all the air leaves your lungs. in that moment, any lingering frustration melts away, replaced by a deep, overwhelming understanding.

slowly, carefully, you reach out, prying his hand free from his lyre so you can lace your hands together. he nearly shudders at the touch. "you don't have to run," you tell him gently, giving his fingers a squeeze. "i just want to understand you, venti. i want to be there for you. but i can't do that if you keep shutting me out."

his gaze flickers with something vulnerable, and with another breathless laugh, he squeezes your hand back. "i know. i'll try," he says, voice uncharacteristically fragile. "i promise you, i will."

you smile, relief flooding your core. "good."

and as the last of the evening light filters through the window, the archon exhales, silently resting his forehead against yours. he's all but discarded his lyre, and his grip on your hand is firm. he doesn't have all the answers. he's still scared. but this? this feels like a start.

for once in all his years, he doesn't want to run.

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All In 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

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You finish your cocktail before you go into the concert hall. Roxie grabs a third and you pass, not wanting to run back and forth to the bathroom. Besides, you don’t really like the way the vodka stirs in your stomach and little behind your eyes.

The band is decent. You don’t know any of the songs and only vaguely heard of the artist they are a tribute to. Still, you enjoy the live show; you focus on their instruments and how they use them. You always wanted to be musical but never had a sense of tone or melody.

By the end of the set, you’re yawning. Your sister is on her fourth drink and you can’t tell if she’s swaying to the music or if it’s more than that. As the rows empty, you shuffle out with the rest of the concert goers. The bright lights of the casino greet your squint and your ears pulse slightly from the noise of the strumming and crashing show.

“Mm, so, what’d’ya say?” Your sister makes almost every word into one, “how do we spend this?”

She fishes out the chip and you give a sheepish frown. You almost forgot about it. You still think you should turn it in. You don’t feel right spending someone else’s money. You do that often enough, much too old to be living off your mom.

“Don’t be boring,” she warns, “jeez. It’s just cards. Odds are, whoever dropped it, would’ve lost it to the house anyway.”

She claps her hand around your shoulder. You pull back the sleeve of your cardigan to check the time. It’s after ten! You haven’t been out that late since... ever.

“I’m not boring,” you cross your arms and shrug her off. “I just... am different than you.”

“Boring,” she repeats. “You can’t spend all day in your room.”

Yes, you can. And you do.

You don’t argue. When she’s like this, it’s only bound to become a scene. There are too many strangers around for that.

“Black jack,” she declares and spins the coin. It slips from her grasp and falls between her feet. She bends over shamelessly in her dress to pluck it up. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

She struts ahead and you shuffle after her, nervously wringing the strap of your purse. Hopefully she loses it quickly and you can just retreat home in defeat. You catch up to her as she reaches the stairs. She giggles as she leans on the railing and you take her other arm, trying to support her wobbly steps.

“Want another drink?” She asks.

“No, think we’re good.”

“We?” She scoffs, “I’m fine.”

“Please, Rox, let’s just find a table,” you peek around as her voice rises a bit louder than you like.

“Pfft, fine, but if I win, I'm getting a drink.”

You nod. Go along to get along. That’s what your mother always told you when it came to your sister. She’s more like your father than she cares to admit.

You get to a table and she sits easily on the high seat of the tall stool. She lays down the single chip and the dealer offers to break it into smaller ones. She nods and shrugs. You envy how smoothly she just breezes through things.

You stand behind her. You don’t want to take up a seat and the stool is too much of a climb for you. You can see it wobbling as you attempt to hitch yourself up with the crossbar. You’re good, you shouldn’t get comfortable.

You listen to the shuffle of cards as your sister murmurs something you can’t make out. You can only hear the low drone of voices as you stand back. You sidle out of the way as a man claims the empty stool beside your sister. He buys in and another hand is dealt. Hasn’t she lost yet?

The man leans into your sister and you grimace. She turns her head to listen to him and she giggles. Your cheeks blaze hotly and you cross your arms and rock. Neither seem to notice you as they get closer and closer.

As the game progresses, you can only really make out what the dealer says; the different numbers that have grumbles coming from other players. You bring your hand up to pick at the button on your cardigan. The man puts his arm around your sister’s back, his hand on her hip as wiggles in her seat coyly. What about Tom?

You peer around awkwardly. Do you stop her? Remind her of the boyfriend that got her the tickets for tonight? You bounce in your flats and pause as you find someone else staring back at you. Or are they? Just as quickly as your eyes meet, the stranger’s eyes flit away and he’s back to chatting with another man. It’s the very same man who gave you the chip. Maybe her forgot you. That’s not a surprise.

You return your attention to your sister. The man has moved his arm between them and your sister squirms. You watch his elbow as he pulls his hand back. He’s touching her leg. She’s wiggling and suddenly, she shoves him away and screeches.

“EH! I got a boyfriend, perv! I said stop.”

Her voice carries along the high ceilings and you cringe. You back up, cowering away as she stands and the stool teeters dangerously. She fists her hand and you think for a moment she might just hit the guy. He scoffs and turns in his seat.

“Babe, just wanted to buy you a drink.”

“Whatever. You fucking creep!” She hollers.

“Ma’am,” the dealer calls from the table, “is there a problem?”

“Y-yeah,” she hiccups, “this dude had his hand up my skirt.”

“She’s drunk,” the man shakes his head, “listen to her.”

“I’m--” your sister’s denial catches in her throat, “doesn’t mean he can just touch me.”

“Ma’am, if you’re drunk, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m fine. I'm not that...” She slides off the stool and stands, grabbing the chips in front of her seat and tossing them across the table. “You’re all a bunch of crooks.”

Her ankles tangle as she spins and she barely gets her balance before she storms away. Her strides are uneven as she bobbles drunkenly. You watch after her with wide eyes before you follow. She leads you into the bathrooms as she growls and grumbles. She slams into a stall and you stand outside.

You wait until she comes out. She’s quieter and her eyes are hazy. She washes her hands and applies a new coat of lip gloss.

“What a bust,” she pouts and rolls her eyes, “one more drink and we’ll go.”

“Maybe we should just leave now.”

“That guy was such a pervert,” she sneers at you, “you saw where his hand was.”

You nod, “yeah, I did...”

“So, you know I wasn’t being dramatic.”

“Yeah, but... everyone heard.”

“Oh fuck off,” she pushes your shoulder and stomps past you.

You feel bad. It’s not that she shouldn’t defend herself. You admire that she can, but she didn’t need to be so obnoxious. You trail after her into the casino. She heads directly for the bar. You hang your head and wait behind her. This time, she doesn’t offer you a drink. She’s mad at you now so it’s the silent treatment.

“Honey,” another man approaches, “how about I get that for you?”

“Huh?” She babbles, “oh, sure, baby, that’s sweet.”

The man offers his card to the bartender and orders a highball. He leans his arm on the tall bar top as he faces your sister. She bats her lashes at him and giggles as she pulls her drink closer.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks.

You blink. It’s like you’re not even there. You watch awkwardly, wishing the floor would swallow you up. Instead, you find an empty stool one seat away.

“Roxie,” she answers as you struggle up onto the seat. “And you, handsome?”

“Sam,” he returns, “what’re you drinking then?”

You notice him touch her glass along the brim but can’t see much else around your sister. She replies and his own drink is served. You shrink down and sigh. She’ll get her free drink and then you can just leave. You hope. You hold your chin as you dread another scene.

“Can I get ya something?” The bartender approaches.

“Er, water, please,” you choke out. He seems disappointed but gets you a glass.

You try not to overhear your sister and that man. It’s awkward and you hate this. It’s not the first time she’s done it either. The few times she’s brought you along, you’ve somehow become a third wheel. It reminds you of when you were kids and your mom forced her to take you with her somewhere. She doesn’t actually want you around, she’s genetically obligated.

“Woah, baby, you okay?” The man raises his voice and your sister’s body slumps. Shoot. No.

You barely get off the stool as the man clings to her drooping body. She giggles wildly as you tweak your ankle and rush over. That man, Sam he called himself, seems somewhat calm given the situation.

“Slow down, babe,” he chortles, “Jesus.”

She’s drunk. You knew she shouldn’t have had another drink. Your eyes meet Sam’s and he squints.

“You know her?”

“My sister,” you murmur.

“Oh, right, well...” he clears his throat and looks around, “you can take care of her then.”

“Wait--” you barely keep her up as she leans on you as she’s almost sideways on the stool.

He’s just leaving you? What the heck? You guess if he can’t get anything out of her, she isn’t worth the effort.

You sniff and struggle to slide your sister down to her feet. She’s heavier than you expect and her height makes her difficult to balance. You glance over as the bartender nears.

“Everything okay?” He asks sternly.

“We’re leaving,” you assure him, “sorry.”

“Five minutes,” he taps his watch face, “or I call security.”

You nod and move your arm around your sister’s back, “please, Rox, gotta work with me.”

She laughs again, “hey, where’d that cute guy go?”

“Please,” you beg again, “don’t...”

“Oh, hi,” she touches your faces and squeezes your cheeks, “baby sister.”

You hate when she’s like this. She’s always been a drinker, ever since high school when her friends would sneak out bottle from their parents’ stash. What was once an act of rebellion as a teen is now concerning as an adult.

“Excuse me, everything okay?” The timbre makes your heart drop and you nearly let go of Roxie as she leans in the other direction.

You look up. Oh god. It’s him. That dark-haired man in his expensive suit.

“I’m just... we’re on our way out--”

“She alright?” He points at your sister.

“Tipsy,” you utter.

“I see,” he pushes his hair back as it slips forward, “can I help?”

“Uh, you don’t--”

Before you can answer, he has your sister’s other arm. He almost lifts her entire weight off of you as he supports her against his shoulder. Your entire body is emblazoned in humiliation. You refuse to look above the floor as you’re certain you must have an audience.

You get your sister across the floor and into a hallway. There's an exit sign ahead but you're all turned around. The man stops you and Roxie.

"Where'd you park?" He asks, "this leads to Lot 5."

"Oh, uh..." you blanch. You hadn't thought of any of that. You slouch under Roxie's weight and try to see around her. "I'm not sure but... I don't drive. She was supposed to."

"Ah," he clucks, "and now she can't."

"Right," you agree glumly, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Why?" He asks.

"I didn't think... I let her--"

"Did you let her drink or did she make that choice knowing she was supposed to get behind a wheel?" He challenges.

"I guess... yeah. Sorry."

"Really, doll, no need to keep going on like that," he dismisses, "well, it's late and I can't in good conscience let you wander out with her like this. Especially if you don't have a way home."

"I could..." you begin. A taxi? You'd have to ask your mom to pay the driver when you get home. "Why would you... care?"

"Well, as the owner of this establishment, it won't look good on me if two pretty girls left and went missing," he chuckles then stops himself, "sorry, that's not funny. I just... we overserved your sister obviously so it's on us."

"Owner?" You gulp. You didn't think this could be any more humiliating.

"Bucky," he reaches around you sister.

You hesitate. You can't shake his hand properly as yours is around your sister so you just sorta grab his hand briefly and squeeze two fingers, retracting with another raze of embarrasment. You barely squeak out your name.

He repeats your name before he continues, "I'll get you two a room so she can sober up."

"What? No. That's... too much."

"It's late," he insists, "here," he pulls Roxie away from you as her head lolls and she snorts. He lifts her against his chest, carrying her easily. "I know a back way, just follow my lead, doll."

"Ummmmm," you drone and he waltzes back the way he came, hardly detered by the drunken body in his arms. You can only kick yourself and scramble after him. This night could not have ended any worse. Well, you guess it could if it went the way he suggested.

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Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

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Plsplspls daisuke and reader romance hcs and my soul is yours

gn/transmasc whichever you prefer thank you so much

daisuke x reader | headcanons

part 4:

Romance edition

pay up anon 🫴👈 /j no, bc I have notes about this already and I saw you pop up in my notifs.

⚠️: 🔞 gn pronouns and masc pronouns* used, fluff, nothing explicit but there is implied sex (don't worry, it's optional. I put it at the end so you can skip.)

*bonus transmasc!reader category

🌺 Mentioned in a previous post. You fall first, he falls harder. He doesn't even notice until later on when he's doing the most mundane task and he catches himself smiling - "Oh."- while thinking of you. "Shiiiit."

🌺 The D in Daisuke stands for dense. Dense, dense, dense. To be fair, you guys are close and everything you've done together was seen as platonic. Heavy on was.

"Are you really bros if you don't cuddle to sleep?"

🌺 C'mon. He'll treat this like a romance visual novel game and you are the main and only love interest. It makes him less nervous this way.

🌺 Daisuke - for the life of him - could not use endearments. It makes him cringe. Will most likely call you by nickname or dude/bro (gnc).

"Babe... Baby... Honey— PFFT-" "Daisuke." Last name mouthwashing. Followed by whatever his last name was. You gave him a warning tone. "I can't help it!" He stifles his laughter but it turns into a fit of giggles.

🌺 Best friends to lovers is a perfect trope with him. I feel like the confession will come in naturally. You become best friends, blur the lines of platonic and romantic without realizing it, and the next thing you know, you're dating.

🌺 Experience wise? He's had a few relationships in highschool. Doesn't even know if he considers it as a relationship if he were honest. More-so flings.

⚠️ Implied sex. Ignore if uncomfortable.

🌺 If I were to lean more on to his mature side, then maybe things got too intimate. No promises of what happens next, but surely, you'd both question it. Don't get me wrong though, definitely an each other's firsts situation still.

Your sports watch vibrates on the table side, its buzz louder against the surface it was on. Groggily, you sit up, stretching and flinching at how sore you were before orienting yourself, unconsciously tugging the blanket closer to you. The faint sound of the shower beside the shared room reminds you of the events last night and your brain felt like it was about to shortcircuit, thoughts silencing quickly as you hear the bathroom door open, making you snap your head back up and you felt like having another wire shorting in your brain at the sight, but you push it away for now. "Mornin'!" And he says your name so sweetly, enthusiastically. Your heart ached. "I didn't take too long right? Did you just wake up?" Your silence scared him, even more so when you hung your head low. He calls your name. "Did you not like last night? Ah, fuck- Is anything painful? I'm sorry. We don't have to do this again. I'm s—" "Daisuke?" "Y-Yeah? What's up? Seriously, you're worrying me, dude. Did I hurt you?" "What are we?"

[ Bonus: Transmasc!Reader ]

🌺 Seeing your binder for the first time?

You two were back at your shared quarters. The day had just ended and you just wanted to change into your sleepwear and crash. "Dude, that looks uncomfy. You sure it ain't too tight?" "Nah. I made sure it fit. I have looser ones just incase. Don't worry, Dai." You were about to remove it when you notice him staring. Before this, you've been changing in the bathroom already, and at times he'd just turn away when you tell him to. He only realizes when you haven't moved for awhile and he instantly flinches. "Oh, sorry- turning riiiight now!" "We're dating already... It's okay." Plus, totally normal to see dudes topless. He tilts his head curiously as he watches and it would be a lie if it didn't make you slightly conscious of your appearance, but you trust him. The smitten look he has makes you feel better. His eyes dart down to the small dents on your skin left by the band and his hand twitches. "Can I massage it?" "What? My tits?" He calls out your name in mock frustration before laughing. "Y'know what I mean!" "Yeah, yeah. Make some space on the bed then."

🌺 Probably would love pressing the marks away. Also, he gets to cling onto you while at it so win-win right?

🌺 Top scars?

"Duuuuuude. That's sick as fuck." His head was hanging by the edge of the bed, watching you change while upside down. "Hm?" "The scars. How'd you gettem? Don't look like it's from an accident." "... Surgery?" "Oh?" He stays quiet for a moment trying to piece two and two together. You wait for him with an amused expression. "OHHHHHH." Right, he didn't know. "Still sick as fuck though."

🌺 feeling dysphoric? he already treats you like a king, but hopefully you won't get too overwhelmed with his advances when he notices you feeling down.

"hey, handsome." "pretty boy!"

🌺 if he didn't know you were trans and you tell him, he'd be confused but in a way that's like, "I still love you, y'know. That ain't changin'!"

[ Updates: ]

🪓 i'm working on another ask at the moment and it involves a pilot intern!reader. they req afab!reader but it's difficult for me to write femmes and i usually go for gn or transmasc readers :(( I hope that's alright. I can try to make a separate post and do femme pronouns. What do you guys think?

it's going to be longer than my usual posts so it may take some time. so yeah! hopefully the anon who req it sees this.

That's all, thank you for reading!

[featherlight-touches]

KIWIII THIS IS JUST A SILLY THING and you don't have to reply since it's not a fic request but like, please whenever you're up for it do the paralogism quest IM ON MY KNEES there's totally material for lee dahlia because,, him and venti are very, VERY close friends,,,

I just finished it and I'm like thinking about so many things at once (lee Albedo, lee dahlia... free me this instant,,,)

SHIOOOOO, hellooooo OK HEAR ME OUT. I did the quest and I love them all, Dahlia and Venti being besties means everything to me. The ideas, I have too many Shio!! Here have some!!

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Venti and Dahlia sat together within the cozy Angel Share’s tavern, as it buzzed with sounds of lively chatter and merriment from the patrons inside. Despite the loudness, it was truly a warm atmosphere.

Both had their favorite drink of choice and decided to sit away from the bar area itself, mainly due to the insistence of Master Diluc, but also because it was much easier to talk to each other.

“Dahliaaa~” Venti sang as he held out his empty glass towards the Deacon. “Please help me, my wine seems to have vanished.”

Dahlia raised a brow to his friend and sighed. “That’s hardly a mystery, Venti. That’s the third glass you’ve inhaled in the past ten minutes.”   

“Ehe, technically my fourth.” Venti held up his fingers, which counted five, but Dahlia didn’t bother to correct the drunken bard. “If you count the apple cider that the generous knight gave me.”

“Ah, yes, that’s right. Perhaps you should drink some water instead?” Dahlia kindly suggested, unable to hide his amusement at how animated Venti became with the more drinks he consumed.

At this suggestion, Venti gave a long, entertained laugh. “That’s a good one, my dear friend. But we both know that wine tastes much better.”

“We also know that you have no filter once you drink enough of it.”

“I don’t know what you meeean, you know I can easily hold my drinks just fine. I am an expert after all!” Venti boasted, his loud voice carrying over to the other tables, drawing amused glances from other patrons.

“Not so loud, Venti. You’re competing with other guests,” Dahlia chuckled, putting a finger to his lips. But Venti was far too gone in his merriment, scooting closer until he was leaning against Dahlia, almost tipping them both over with his body weight.

“Come on, Dahliaaa~ you need to lighten up!” Venti had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his arms wrapped their way around the Deacon. Dahlia held onto the bard, assuming that he was just going in for a friendly hug but jolted in surprise when he felt fingers digging into his sides.

“Ah! V-Venti! Pfft – noho, no!” Dahlia grabbed onto the bard’s wrists to stop them and pushed them closer to Venti. “Stop being silly!”

“But you love when I’m silly!” Venti giggled, trying to free his hands from Dahlia’s grip but he held on tight.

“Not in the middle of the tavern!” Dahlia kept hold of Venti’s wrist and placed both their hands down on the bench between them, glaring playfully into his eyes. “Behave.”

Venti’s expression was a look of challenge and Dahlia knew that if he were to release those hands, he would be in for more trouble. He tried to scoot further back along the bench but no matter how far he did, Venti only followed, closing the distance once again.

It wasn’t long until Dahlia’s back reached the wall, and Venti followed him all the way. Their hands still together Dahlia felt nervous, but giggles already escaped him at his predicament.

“Stohop!”

“I’m not doing anything~”

“But you’re planning it!”

“Nuh-uh. See? My hands are trapped. I can’t do anything like this, can I?”

He had a point, but Dahlia was still suspicious and was determined to wait out this devilish mood the Anemo Archon had taken.

But suddenly, Dahlia startled out a laugh when he felt something ticklish brush against his neck. “Whahat was that?”

He tried to crane his head to see but couldn’t find any traces of the source. He looked back at Venti with an accusing frown, but Venti stared back with innocent smile. He was definitely up to something.

“Venti.”

“Dahlia.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing~” But as soon as he said those words, Dahlia felt that same ticklish sensation as before, but this time, on the other side of his neck, up to his pointed ears.

“Hehehe!” Dahlia burst into loud giggles, releasing Venti’s hands in favor to protect his neck and ear from what ever was tickling them. When he reached up, he grabbed onto a feather, one made completely from Anemo. “You-”

Before Dahlia could even register his mistake, he was back to laughing uncontrollably as Venti’s now freed hands were glued to Dahlia’s sides and tummy, squeezing.

“Venti - nohoho!” Dahlia squirmed and tried to curl up on himself and somehow managed to rest his head onto Venti’s shoulder while the bard tickled him silly.

“Isn’t it more fun to let loose, Dahlia?” Venti asked, delighted at how hard his Herald was laughing. “Now how about another drink?”

“Fihihine, fine!” Dahlia gasped between laughs, giving a grateful sigh of relief when Venti finally stopped his tickles, and instead wrapped an arm across his shoulder instead.

“Ehe! Uh, all merriment aside, could you buy the next rounds too?”

Dahlia sighed. “Yes, my dear friend.”   

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g’day! i saw that you're receiving requests: so is it OK to request osamu with his significant other who calls him "ochamu" instead of "osamu" just to get a reaction out of him? sort of like baby talking his name if that makes sense??? i think it's super funny that he might look at you like you're crazy at first then get used to it overtime (atsumu gives him the side eye every single time) 😭

but ofc, this is more of a suggestion if anything ^^ feel free to delete/ignore if it doesn't spark any inspo or you don't have any thoughts on it! ++ i know you wrote abt samu recently so maybe he should wait a little longer to get his turn PFFT. thanks for your time btw! i love your workssss ✨

Baby Talk

note: I love your brain omg- this was so fun to write lol. Hope you like it!!!

“Ochamuuu, pay attention to me.”

The moment the word ‘Ochamu’ was uttered from your lips, Osamu did not react positively. Sitting on the other side of the sofa, you see his lip curl in disgust. The side eye directed towards you was lethal.

 “What. Was. That.” 

 It was hard, but you managed to hold your giggles in. You pull the most innocent face you can and say, “What do you mean, Ochamu?”

He immediately gags and puts his hand out at you. “Oh my god. No. Babe, what the fuck.” He's looking at you like you grew a second head. You laugh and punch his arm. 

“What? What did I do?” He raises his brows and laughs, perplexed.

 “What did ya do? Ya sound stupid. Don't do that again, it was creepy.” 

You giggle again and respond, “I love you, ‘chamu.” His frown gets even deeper as he stands up from the couch and walks away shaking his head.

 “I love you too, but no. Just no.”

–

“Ochamu, pass the salt please.” You ask sweetly. He stops mid bite and turns to you unimpressed.

 “Really? This again?” You hum and shrug your shoulders. “I have no idea what you are referring to, my dear husband.” He gives a small smile and resumes eating. 

“Now that's a nickname I can get behind. The other one, not so much. How the hell did ya come up with that anyway?” He questions, finally handing you what you asked for. 

“I honestly don’t know. I think it came to me in a dream or something.” You gasp. “It was a message from a higher power. Ochamu is your destined nickname, I'm sure of it.” He lets out a little chuckle at that and places a kiss on your cheek.

 “Sure, whatever. If it keeps you entertained, I'll allow it.”

–

“Ochamu, have you seen my brush?” You inquire as you pop your head out of the bathroom. He's sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone. 

Without looking up, he answers, “It's on the dresser, baby.” You bite back a smile. 

“Not a single comment this time, huh?” He blinks and glances up at you. 

“What do ya mean?”

You let out a shocked laugh. “Wha- you didn’t even notice?! I used that nickname you hate.” He groans and throws a pillow at you. “Yer usin’ it too damn much! Messin’ with my head!” He huffs and crosses his arms. You roll your eyes and move to sit down next to him. 

“Admit you like the baby talk.” He gives you another dose of side eye.

 “I’d rather not.”

–

You, Osamu, and Atsumu had all decided to go grocery shopping for dinner ingredients. Rather, you and Osamu were, and Atsumu tagged along because he was bored. Osamu was in charge of the list, Atsumu was pushing the cart, and you were the one grabbing the ingredients. You were walking aisle to aisle, taking your time, while Atsumu was grumbling like a bored child.

“Ochamu, what's next on the list?” He opens his mouth to respond but gets cut off.

“Ew, what the hell?” Atsumu makes a grossed out face and does a barfing motion. “Yer such a weirdo! ‘Samu, ya let her call ya that?!” Osamu scoffs and takes your hand, leaving Atsumu behind. 

“Yer just jealous yer single. Scrub.” You can still hear Atsumu squawking when you get to the next aisle.