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thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.
when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.
when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.
when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.
“sorry, love”
he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.
when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.
when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.
“in here, my love”
as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.
that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.
even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.
minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.
(and you are)
#idk idk IDK i just want to he needed by him#he’s so big and strong and independent he spends his whole life doing things himself#doing the hard stuff on his own- i like to think at homes he’s needy#and i like to think you let him because he deserves it#doesn’t have to be big strong soldier at home he can be a little whimp#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#simon riley headcanon#simon ghost riley headcanon
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nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.
he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.
snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.
"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."
"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"
"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."
"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."
your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.
you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"
"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.
this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"fuck..." he cusses lowly.
"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"
"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.
"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.
from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.
#nanami's undercut has me in a chokehold#like he is so fine#and for what#for WHAT#he's a carrot dangling in front of me and i am a rabbit#the one thing i want#but always just out of reach#nanami kento#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk nanami#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x fem!reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#kento nanami#jjk kento#nanami smut#nanami drabbles#jazzy writes#jazzy rambles
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Ghost was pushing you. That's the only explanation for his actions. You didn't understand why he went harder on you than any other recruit.
So, you pushed yourself even more when he wasn't watching. You wanted to impress him. You wanted to impress all of your superiors. It didn't matter that your hours of sleep were dwindling dangerously low.
You were getting better, your results more apparent to everyone.
You were faster than the other recruits, had better endurance, you could fight hand to hand better. You could lift more. It didn't matter that you had deep bags hanging beneath your eyes. It didn't matter that you nodded off when you had a moment to stand still. You were doing so good, you couldn't give up now.
Not until it was another day under Ghost's watchful command. Every push-up harder than the last, your vision going spotty.
"Up! Down! Up! Down!" Ghosts shouts, voice in time with a metronome. He was stomping around all the recruits, correcting postures or yelling at someone. "Get up, recruit!"
You start to get up, vision going dangerously blurry. You think you slur out an affirmative, you aren't sure. Time seems to slow for a second before your vision goes completely black.
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What you don't see is the way Ghost's eyes widen as your body suddenly collapses, the way he jerks to try and catch you before your head hits the ground. He's fast but not fast enough. Guilts paints his mind, worry smudging his clear thoughts.
Picking you up is easy, even for a recruit of your size, you should be weighing more. Especially with the amount of muscle on you.
Ghost rushes to the infirmary, yelling at them for attention. He's directed to laying you on a bed, he's so deceptively gentle with it.
The nurses ask him to leave but the dead-eye stare he gives them in return has them flustering and murmuring its okay. He doesn't want to leave you, he has to make sure you're okay. It was all his fault- he had been pushing you too hard.
Pushing you so hard the rest of the Task Force noticed.
Ghost remembers Price telling him to take it easier on you, Soap trying to take over his training days to keep you away. His sharp eyes didn't miss the way Gaz tried to slide you more energy bars to make up for Guost's harshness.
He had caused this.
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By time you wake up, some several hours later, Ghost has cleared out. But in his place stands Price, carefully watching over you and your vitals. He didn't want to make it worse and scar you when you woke up so he entrusted you to Price - Price could take care of you if Ghost couldn't.
Even when you're cleared from infirmary, he makes his guilt apparent in other ways. He's softer towards you, softer than he should be. It leaves you reeling. You aren't sure how to handle this new side of him.
Ghost makes the cooks give you a larger portion to make up for the calorie deficit. Gaz and Soap enforce stricter lights out rules for him - making sure you don't have any midnight trainings.
He just wants to protect you but he's not sure how to show you that. Ghost can't show you how important you are to him.
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#task force 141#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley#he just wants to protect you#he's so boyfailure tho#drabble#forest writes
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a/n. second time writing from bkg's perspective. this was so fun! (1.1k)
the moment that cemented bakugou’s resolve to marry you wasn’t exactly grand.
it wasn’t your first kiss.
or the first time you made love to each other.
not even the first time you met his nerd-ass friends or his (slightly) overbearing parents. although those two come as close runner-ups.
no, it was rather a random saturday morning after you spent a night at his place, now clad in what he thinks is nothing but your intimates and a burnt orange t-shirt of his that drapes loosely over your frame.
and as he enters the kitchen and closes the distance between the two of you with a few strides, he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing—deeply focused on your laptop—when you’re probably the one who’s extra pedantic about not bringing work home.
“morning,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss your cheek, which you happily accept. although, to his chagrin, your eyes remain on your computer screen, not even sparing him a single glance.
he knows it’s fucking embarrassing, how strongly you elicit feelings within him without you even fucking trying, but he can’t stop the frown that takes over his face even if he attempted to fight it.
shaking off the irrational disappointment from not even being ignored, he rounds the kitchen island and starts brewing the two of you coffee.
“by the way,” he starts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “the old hag’s birthday is coming up. she wants to have dinner with just the four of us, or some shit.”
“i know,” you simply pipe up from where you’re seated on one of his fancy bar stools, gaze still glued on whatever the fuck it is that’s keeping your attention from him.
he turns to you, a manual coffee grinder in tow. “you do?”
at that, you finally look up at him, an innocent expression etched across your features. “you don’t remember? i asked you when your parents’ birthdays were way back in march.”
way back in march.
back when you unanimously decided to decisively end the dating phase and become boyfriend-girlfriend.
“yeah?” is the only thing he manages to get out.
you let out a soft laugh that’s nothing but music to his ears. “yeah, dummy.”
before you can get to see the red that’s most definitely creeping up to his cheeks, bakugou turns his back against you, returning to busying himself with crushing the beans into fine powder and pouring lukewarm water into the machine.
only a few months before reaching a full year together, and you still manage to make him fucking blush.
over the most mundane things, too.
when he first got into his very first relationship with you at the ripe age of 28, he thought he’d outgrown and was way past the embarrassing shit that the human body was capable of when dealing with anything remotely close to romance.
it didn’t take him long enough into your relationship to find out he was so, so wrong.
sighing, he pours out the cup of ground beans onto the filter, finally pressing the button and bringing the coffee maker to life.
you must be done with what’s highly likely is work by now.
but chancing a glance at you, he’s once again met with palpable disappointment when the very same sight greets him.
before he can rein them in, the words come tumbling out of his lips.
“the fuck is so important on that laptop?”
his booming voice must’ve caught you off guard, because you startle ever so minutely in your seat.
“sorry,” he quickly adds on, albeit through a mutter; frustration with himself and his inability to modulate his voice added to the increasingly long list of emotions he’s having to fucking deal with right now.
waving him off, you shoot him another one of that disarming smile of yours. “‘s funny that you ask. i was just about to ask you for your opinion.”
with that, you gesture him to come close with your fingers. curious, he once again rounds the island, ultimately occupying the spot to your right and leaning down to peer at the small text on your screen.
before he can even get a word in, you hurriedly explain yourself. “mitsuki-san mentioned her personal sewing machine broke, so i’ve been thinking about getting her a new one.”
you point to a sleek, off-white model among what looks to be a vast array of selections, “i researched the specs and i think this one’s the best. what do you think?”
a million things course through his mind in an instant, but what he ends up sputtering out is: “you’re such a fucking nerd, you know that?”
at that, you look up at him, your seemingly perpetually moisturized lips now formed into a playful pout, and it takes everything in him not to just pull you in for a kiss and completely abandon the conversation in its entirety.
but he’d like to think he at least has the slightest bit of self-control.
even if you do wear him the fuck out on a daily basis.
“i just want to make sure it’s perfect!” you argue, shifting to stare at your laptop again and bringing him back to the present. your voice is way smaller when you continue. “…i want her to like me.”
he doesn’t even miss a beat. “she already fucking does, dumbass.”
and she really does.
the morning after bakugou first brought you to meet his parents a whopping two months into calling it official, mitsuki texted him something along the lines of having the family heirloom slash ring already adjusted to fit your finger.
he immediately called the old hag after receiving the message just to reprimand her ear off for being too fucking forward and for meddling too much.
but, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he was angry not because mitsuki was imposing, but because he couldn’t believe his mother beat him to that important realization.
the realization that maybe, just maybe, you’re the one.
and now, as he studies you as you scroll through more and more iterations of the best sewing machines on the market with your eyebrows adorably furrowed in utmost concentration, it dawns on him.
it dawns on him that that maybe just turned into a definitely.
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˖⁺‧₊ this one made me smile like an idiot while writing lmao. as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!
#i do think he'll /know/ pretty early on#given how perceptive and decisive he is re: what he wants#just takes him an extra second given his inexperience with relationships#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#bnha imagines#mha scenarios#bnha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n
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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”
“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“
“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”
#this is very silly#i just wanted to get it out of my drafts#i’ve had this thought for a while but#i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this#kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me#and so is him having a cat tehe#selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope#kento 💋 ⋆ ˚。⋆#nanami x reader#xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚。⋆#jjk x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x gender neutral reader#xoxo rylie 💌 ⋆ ˚。⋆
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when katsuki tries to subtly squeeze in physical affection once you start dating, he gives you whiplash.
most of the time, he's consistent with it. he lightly kicks at your leg under the table, sometimes presses his shoulder to yours when you're sitting on the common room couch. he flicks your forehead when you get a question wrong and ruffles your hair when you get one right. he digs a finger in your side when he passes you in the hallway, he pulls at the bottom of your tucked in uniform shirt to make you whip around and glare at him so he can laugh about it.
but sometimes, sometimes he sees you trying to fix your tie and softly shoves your hands out of the way "lemme do it." he mumbles, tutting to himself about you not knowing how to tie your own damn tie while already doing it for you.
he completely unravels it and ties it from scratch, eyes lowered and focused on the task at hand, and when it's just right he nods very subtly to himself, fastening it comfortably around your neck a final time while looking you straight in your eyes so intensely your mouth goes dry. and as he stares, his eyes lower to your neck and you feel his warm hand readjust the necklace you're wearing.
and in and instant the touch is gone. he clicks his teeth, reprimanding you with a quick flick to your forehead "learn to do this yourself, 'm not gonna do it for you." before his eyes drift away, he's shoving his (sweaty) hands in his pockets and trudging off.
despite all that though, katsuki insists on fixing your tie for you every time.
#god i love him#i love my boyfriend sm#very very very annoying but he can be sweet when he wants to be sometimes#i fucking hate him#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#cash is just talkin'#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x y/n#cash speaks <3#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugou x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x fem!reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#katsuki bakugou drabble#bakugou drabble#bakugo drabble
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18+, college roommate!vi cinematic universe thigh-riding, questionable vape-usage, oral (vi receiving), smut with a fluffy ending
"s-sweet fuck, pretty girl -- j-just -- just like that --"
you let out a soft whimper, rutting your hips over her flexed thigh, whining as she leans back, a palm resting on your waist, the other clutching her hot pink vape, bringing it up to her lips for a long hit before tugging you down, blowing the dragonfruit-flavored smoke into your mouth.
you suck in, tasting the bright tang of the vape smoke as your pussy clenches, your clit throbbing as you chase your orgasm, grinding down over vi's leg as she groans thick in the back of her throat, her eyes dark and hazed out as she watches you with parted lips.
"like -- like that?" you ask, your voice high and desperate even as vi bites her lips, letting her head fall back against the wall of her room, her cheeks high with color as you reach down and wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts to thumb clumsily at her clit. she keens, fingers digging into your waist as she jerks you against her, your juices now so sticky on her thighs that it squelches every time you rut your hips forwards and back.
"fuck -- yeah... mm --" she shifts, hoisting you further up just to meld her mouth with yours, licking into your mouth as your pace stutters and you groan, fingers clutching at her shoulders, her biceps, steadying yourself on her arms as she kisses a harsh line down your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the junction of your throat. "shit, you're so -- so hot, so pretty--"
"vi -- vi -- m'so close --" your lashes flutter as you feel the familiar twist in your gut, the warm already spilling through your limbs.
she chuckles, "c'mon princess --" she tugs on your chin, blowing another puff of smoke in your face, smirking when your breath hitches, "look at me -- wanna see your face when you fuck yourself stupid on my thighs --"
the tension in your belly snaps, your whole body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. and vi -- she guides you through it, groaning out long and low as she feels you twitch over her, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you ride out your own orgasm against her. you eyes flicker but she keeps you upright, forcing you to look at her even as the edges of your vision fizz out into white sparks of pleasure.
she kisses you as you come down, grinning at the way you whine when she pulls away for another hit of the vape, opening her mouth as you press back in, your fingers finding the soaked folds of her cunt, pressing in, her kissing you as smoke wreathes out the corners of your mouths. you trade the same breath back and forth till you lose count, till you can't figure if the sweetness is the smoke or just the tingling addiction of her mouth on yours.
"mm... wow, princess -- that was --" she hiccups as you press a line of sloppy kisses down her neck, the pale, lamp-kissed bend of her shoulder, the small divot between her breasts, pausing to lave your tongue over her nipples, the piercings there cold as you suck them between your soft lips. your revel in the way she gasps then, the way her fingers bite into your skin.
you reach up wordlessly to tug the vape from her slack fingers, her eyes half-lidded and alight with a loose, liquid hunger as she watches you work down the length of her body.
"you're so wet, vi..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone, smiling up at her as you tug on the waistband of her boyshorts. she lifts her hips, her cheeks darkening as she clears her throat.
"yeah well -- 's not like you can blame me -- oh shit --"
her head thunks back against the wall as you dig your nose into the thin trail of hair that leads to her sopping folds, the slick there glistening in the wane light. you only allow yourself a second to admire her before bringing the vape to your lips and sucking in a breath of the synthetically sweet smoke, and then you're lowering your mouth to her and pressing your tongue into her slow, moaning long and loud, your eyes fixed on her face, watching for the twitch of her lips, the slack in her jaw.
"jesus christ -- mm-mngh --!"
you fight back a grin as she whimpers, her thighs tightening on either side of your face. her fingers dig through your hair as she forces her eyes open to look down at you, an open, needy expression on her face that you doubt she'd willingly show to anyone else. but the knowledge that you can bring her to such pleasure quickens your own pulse and drives you forward as you give her clit a hard suck and she keens again -- that gorgeous, high, helpless sound even as she presses you harder against her folds and jerks against your face, guiding you into a rhythm that suits her needs.
"fuck, fuck, fuck princess --" she lets out a string of incoherent swears as you feel her shove your face into her harder and harder, and all you can do is offer up your mouth, your tongue, anything and everything you can till she shakes apart above you, her release coating your lips and dripping down your chin.
you lap at it hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet-tang even as she finally relaxes her thighs and you manage to pull yourself up for a breath. your face is sticky, and honestly, so is she, but her laughter is warm when she tugs you up to give you a lingering kiss.
your head is a smoke-filled euphoria of half-formed thoughts as the pair of you collapse, boneless, sweaty, and sated onto her messy sheets. she kicks off her boyshorts, leaving her just as naked as you already were as she curls around you, her arms solid and strong, yours curled against her chest, your fingers splayed over the smooth expanse of her skin, tracing abstract shapes as you turn to face her.
"you got somethin' on your face there, sweets," she says, rubbing at thumb down your slick-covered chin. you crinkle your nose, turning to wipe your face messily against her bicep even as she laughs.
"mm... why didn't we do this sooner?" you ask, curling into her, your faces inches apart.
"what, this like -- smoke each other out and have amazing, mind-blowing sex?" vi asks, grinning.
you giggle, shaking your head, "no! i mean -- well, yes, but like... this.." you reach out and cup her cheek, the touch so gentle it stills you both.
vi sighs, shrugging, "dunno, cupcake. i -- i guess i was caught up in..." her eyes cast about her room, the band posters and hand-scribbled workout notes tacked to her wall, "in wondering if you -- if you felt the same about me, i just..."
you purse your lips around a burgeoning smile, "you just... forgot to ask me?"
vi scoffs, rolling her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. we get it -- you had to make the first move but --" her eyes soften, and so does her voice, "at least we're here now, right?"
"mm," you nod, inching closer, "and we've still got another six months left on the lease."
"six months is a long time," vi says, her voice husky as she rubs a thumb along your cheek.
"yeah... plenty, if we're trying to make up for lost time but..." you hesitate over a held breath, "what happens after?"
"after... we both graduate?"
"yeah."
for a moment, vi's silent. and all around you, the future stretches out like the moonless night, tendrils of shadow reaching like spindled fingers into the unknown future.
"after that... i go wherever you go, cupcake."
you blink, eyes meeting hers, a startled spark of uncertainty rising within you.
"you..."
vi smiles, a crooked, honest thing of lips and teeth. she hooks her ankles around yours and presses your foreheads. her hand comes up to caress the back of your neck.
"if you think i'll ever let you go again after all that... you've got another thing comin', princess."
you let out a relieved laugh, leaning in for a kiss.
"right. i guess the orgasm really was that good, huh?"
vi laughs too then, a soft, breathy sound.
"sure. but really... i mean it. i'm yours, cupcake. for as long as you'll have me."
your lashes flutter; your heart skips. then, you're the one pulling her in for a kiss, one that's sweet as it is consuming. the skin-scalding simmer of a long-burning flame, a spark catching hold on a breath of summer wind.
"i might not be a theoretical physicist, but from what i've heard, forever is a really long time," you say. and vi, to her credit, only takes a second before understanding blossoms in her eyes and she pulling you to her, crushing you in a stomach-turning embrace.
"you're my everything, princess. you know that?"
you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. the room smells like sex and sweat and the soft perfume of your shared shampoo. you grin, a giddy heat pluming up your chest to coil at the back of your throat.
"and you're mine, vi."
vi puffs out a breath, her voice just a tiny bit shaky as she cradles your head in her palm.
"yeah. i know, sweets. i know i am."
#⛈ monsoon season#hULLO i am IN MY FEELS 2NITE#i love how half of this is ABHORRENT smut and the 2nd half is just TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF#♨ steamy#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#vi arcane smut#vi x you#arcane x you#violet x you#violet smut#and on today's episode of ONLY orgasms and happily ever afters for vi in this household --#i truly CANNOT help myself like all roads lead to gross happy endings for my vi fics theres no other way i know (or want) to write them#you literally WILL NOT catch me doing this shit for anyone else WOW#college roommate!vi#this is post them getting together in case that wasn't obvious#i guess the smut won out in the end for the 2 drabbles HAHHA#but cool alright now time to go write MORE fluff#the level of gratuitous self indulgence here is so astronomically high#arcane
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THE SINNERS WELCOME YOU TW: noncon and yanderes ahead
Hi! I'm val and this is where you can find everything I've written. Maybe bring protection? These boys are not nice.
Requests: closed for now
Current Anons: 🍪, 🐰, ♥️, 🐧, 🧷, 📌, 📮, ⚙ 🤖, 🍯, 🦚, 💵, ⭐, 💗, 🌙
What I won't write about: pregnancy
Art & Doodles
Yandere Witch: She adores anything cute and turns you into a plushy just to cuddle.
You on a shelf You getting cuddles
Yandere Fairytales
Dark and sinful, these stories are from a time long ago. When the gods still walked the earth and when monsters wore the skin of men and when a bride could still be built out of wishes and blood.
In a time and place far, far away...
The North Wind fell in love
A sorcerer turned a witch wicked
Drabbles, Imagines & Oneshots
Not so honourable after all: Drabble about princes and heroes with rotten hearts.
Yandere Actor: The Golden Age of Hollywood. Stars are born every day and you're desperate to become one.
Yandere Yakuza: When your brother gets himself deep into debt, one yakuza is surprisingly willing to help you get him out.
Yandere Bisexual Best Friend: He just wants what's best for you. If he has to tell a few white lies now and again, then so be it.
Come for me: Drabble about yanderes who force pleasure on you for their own sick enjoyment.
Yandere Pirate Captain [dubcon] A naive aristocrat's daughter, you're crossing the Atlantic in a heavily guarded ship. Pirates assume guns and guards mean treasure but when all they find is you, they decide to make the best of their luck.
Yandere Werewolf: There's something terrorising your town every full moon. And a stroke of bad luck has you running into it more than once.
Yandere Sugar Daddy: Money can't buy love, but maybe it doesn't have to.
Yandere Cyberpunk Mercenary: A ruthless mercenary and you, his spoilt little prize.
Letters from a Yandere Vampire: A handsome stranger seems intent on courting you but his letters hide a darker secret.
The worst sort: Drabble about the most sleazy and perverted type of yandere.
Cheat on me please: Your boyfriend just won't let you break up.
Lovesick Dogs: Drabble about poor fools who love like wretched dogs.
Yandere Mobster: Chicago - 1931 The Height of Prohibition The mafia is earning top dollar smuggling alcohol into the country. And one mobster has his eye on you.
You wouldn't reject him, would you?
Yandere Gladiator: A man can become a god in the arena. But all he fights for is you.
Yandere Cyberpunk Riot Control Officer [noncon] There's nothing he hates more than degenerates and rioters. When he gets his hands on, he's going to pound some law and order into you.
Cyberpunk Yanderes: A little drabble about neon soaked streets and criminals with their eye on you.
Cyberpunk Yanderes with an oblivious country Darling
Yandere Greek Champion x Priestess Reader [noncon] He was chosen by the Gods to slaughter, to strike down all who stand against him. Your city has fallen at last and he has come to claim his prize.
Exploring his villa Finding you asleep
Yandere Stalker/Cop: A vicious stalker has been terrorising you for months. Luckily, your friendly neighbourhood cop is around to comfort you.
Yandere Apocalypse Survivor: The world you know is dead and gone. And he's the only reason you're still alive.
Yandere Soldier [noncon] He knows what he's doing is wrong, but if he closes his eyes, he can convince himself that your muffled cries are moans for him to keep going.
Yandere Soldier - Stockholm Syndrome: It was bound to happen eventually, right?
Softcore Yandere Boyfriend: A guy who has every yandere urge in the book and is trying very hard to be normal about it.
Yandere Boyfriend Surprise Party: How does your Yandere! Boyfriend react when you start acting distant and keeping secrets from him? Yandere Boyfriend as a husband: He might be jealous of the kids but shhh. Way of the yandere house husband: More things your hubby does for you. Yandere Boyfriend as a gym buddy: You're his favourite kind of cardio. Yandere Boyfriend x Coquette Reader: You can put bows on him if you ask nicely.
Yandere Cowboy [noncon] He just wants a roll in the hay. It doesn't matter if he has to hold you down to get it.
Yandere Cowboy - Proposal: Does he ever learn to be sweet with you? Yandere Cowboy - Jealousy: You're his girl and he ain't gonna stand around and let some other bastard steal you away. Picking wild flowers with him If you try running away before your wedding
Yandere Cop [noncon] All you want is to get home after a midnight shift and relax. But a State Trooper pulling you over on an isolated stretch of road is more than you bargained for.
Yandere Cop - Baby Trapped: You're stuck in a position where you just can't say no anymore.
Yandere Ganster x Mafia Boss Reader: He's your loyal dog. Now and always.
Yandere Ganster - Jealousy: For the first time, he sees you be physical with another man. And he's trying his hardest not to punch the bastard right in the mouth. Yandere Ganster - Rainy Days: After a difficult job, he comes back soaked and shivering. Naturally, you think of a few ways to warm him up.
Yandere Desert Bandit [dubcon] When planning to cross the desert, all travellers are warned about the bandits. Heartless, they're called. Brutal. Inhuman. So why has one of them fallen in love with you?
Yandere Desert Bandit - Aftermath: Son of the sand, his touch isn't gentle. But perhaps he can learn. Will he ever be a father? Would he honour his word?
Yandere Incubus x Nun Reader [noncon] A new priest had joined your convent and you can't help the sinful thoughts you have about him.
Yandere Academic Rival: He'll do whatever it takes to be the best.
The Yandere Boys
Who's your yandere soulmate? [Quiz - coming soon] Their favourite positions Their kinks What are their homes like? What do they look like? When you're sick/hurt yourself Which Yandere boy is the most manipulative? If you cheat on them Their body preferences If you refuse to eat If you try and leave them If you're bisexual Yandere Christmas Special What sort of cars do they drive? Who is the cruelest? Who is the kindest? What kind of clothing do they find provocative? Would they ever share you with someone else?
Misery - a short story [in progress]
Based on Misery by Stephen King
Stuck in the mountains, you foolishly decide to drive through a blizzard. The man that drags you from your wrecked car brings you to his cabin and patches you up. But as the snow piles up outside, you start to suspect that your rescuer's intentions may be far from pure.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Upcoming Works
Yandere Roommates [dubcon] With your boss mysteriously firing you and your job applications getting lost in the mail, it's no surprise that you can't afford rent this month. Lucky for you, your roommates have a very generous offer.
Yandere Wild West Sheriff: Ain't you just the sweetest lil thing?
Yandere Dictator: He's a high ranking member of the ruling party, with all the wealth and power denied to the working class. And when he says he wants you, that's exactly what he gets.
Dairy of a Vampire: You've found a strange book in your husband's library, and on closer inspection, realise every entry is all about you. [Sequel to Letters from a Yandere Vampire]
Yandere Aztec Warrior x Āhuiyani Reader: His body is sworn to war and yours to pleasure. How strange, that you find comfort in each other.
Yandere Sugar Baby: It's not uncommon for a wealthy, older woman to take a younger lover. But the way he looks at you isn't normal at all.
Yandere Witch Hunter x Witch Reader: In a last ditch effort to save yourself from execution, you cast a love spell on the town's witch hunter.
Yandere Aliens [noncon] Human women are the most prized slaves in the galaxy, and when your ship crashes on an unknown planet, it's inhabitants are keen to find out why.
Yandere Southern Gothic Cowboy: He doesn't come to church and you never see him out in the sun. Who exactly is this stranger?
Yandere Rockstar: He's a rockstar punk who wants to fight the whole damn world. But all his songs seem to be about one special person.
Yandere Dragon x Princess Reader: This fairytale isn't what you expect.
Yandere Slasher [noncon] With all your friends dead and no way to escape, you offer the killer something else in exchange for your life.
Yandere Ex-boyfriend [noncon] You wake up to a ship over five hundred million kilometres away from your home planet and an ex desperate to prove his love.
Yandere Pirate x Mermaid Reader: You've seen her time and time again, leaning against the stern and staring out at the horizon. She always seems so melancholic. Maybe a song will help?
Yandere Soulmate: So what if you don't always get along? So what if he leaves bruises on bad days? You're meant to be his and he's not letting you go.
Yandere Firefighter: You owe him your life. Aren't you going to repay that debt?
Yandere Stripper: Beautiful, confident, deadly. When she says she wants you, she won't take no for an answer.
Devil Dogs always bite: A green card marriage to a US Marine ends badly. [omegaverse]
#yandere imagines#they just want to feel good#even if it means hurting you#no isn't really no#if he can't hear you through the gag#yandere lemons#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere#masterlist#yandere noncon#yandere scenarios#reader insert#yandere oc
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dad toji x reader grocery shopping with baby megumi
ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. you’re gumi’s mother.
“look at your mama, kid.” toji grins as he lazily pushes your shopping cart forwards. you were walking a few steps ahead to grab some necessities, leaving the father-son duo behind, “she’s so damn beautiful, ain’t she?”
megumi was seated in the baby-seat, babbling and cooing just by hearing the familiar word ‘mama’ spill from toji’s lips. the simple mention of you gets your little son feeling all giddy on the inside, even if his limited vocabulary doesn’t allow him to fully grasp what his dad was saying.
at one point, you seem to have wandered a bit too far ahead. toji and megumi were three aisles behind you, which you didn’t even notice because you were too busy going through your grocery list.
“oh, no, what’re we gonna do?” toji playfully puts on a worried expression as he pokes his son’s chubby cheek, “we lost mama.” and as if on cue, megumi’s smile turns upside down. he couldn’t understand what his father was saying, though seeing that (fake) worried expression on his parent’s face was enough to make him burst out crying.
“hey, hey,” toji immediately tries to calm megumi down by ruffling his hair gently, “i was just jokin’, but eh— guess you don’t even know what that means, do ya?”
you immediately rush back to see what occured once you heard the familiar cries of your child and see your husband trying to soothe megumi. toji was now holding onto the baby, one hand on the back of megumi’s tiny head while the other was slowly patting his lower back in a soothing manner.
“what happened, love?” you ask worriedly as you walk over to the two. megumi seemed to have calmed down in his father’s embrace after a few moments. in fact, your son had completely forgotten his sadness the second you were visible to him again.
toji shrugs and scratches his cheek, “i was just jokin’ with the kiddo, but i guess he doesn’t like his daddy’s humor.”
you sigh and hold yourself back from giving toji an earful in the midst of the store once you realised what probably happened.
if the man’s not teasing you, he’s teasing his child. you don’t know how many times you’ve scolded your husband for making megumi cry on accident due to his jokes. it’s quite literally impossible to get him to understand that megumi is too young to pick up on social cues. it’s either that or toji simply acts like he doesn’t understand.
it was most likely the latter since you know that toji always loves getting reactions out of the people he teases;
“toji—” “yeah, yeah, i know. i won’t do it again, babe.”
oh, he most definitely will.
#ෆ : parenting 101.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fluff#if anybody wants i can make like a series called parenting 101 ft. toji fushiguro#and its just a collection of drabbles like these
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~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~
"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.
He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.
God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.
"Mmm... Osamu..."
You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.
"Wakey wakey~"
Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.
"You're up... early"
"Yes!"
"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.
"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"
He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.
Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.
"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"
He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.
He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.
"Osamu... You're being annoying"
"You think I'm just annoying?~"
His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.
"Amongst other things, yes..."
You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.
"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"
He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.
".. You look like an angel to me."
He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!
Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-
He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.
#i don't know what happened i started typing and then i blacked out#slightly obsessive dazai...#this is just a soft launch for how badly i want to write yandere dazai#bungou stray dogs#dazai x reader#bsd dazai#dazai fluff#I THINK WE SHOULD ALSO SEE DAZAI HAPPY SOMETIMES#osamu dazai x reader#this cannot possibly be a drabble anymore im sorry this is so long#i need a horse tranquilizer so i can actually relax#osamu dazai#dazai x you#i want to hold him and choke him out help meee#bsd x reader#dazai imagines
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Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!
I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all
There’s a train that goes through Hell.
Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.
Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.
The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.
Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.
Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.
If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.
He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.
ko-fi
#ask ask ask#dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#edwin x charles#reverse verse#you get a... drabble? because there's no way I can draw the train#i spent a lot of time wondering how to reply to this without spoiling anything#and then i realized hey i can just draw it there's no schedule#who would have thought#but yeah it was decided early on that charles would be the one to confess#hope you like my little version of charles' hell!#he doesn't like multitudes#trains or enclosed spaces#did edwin eventually understand what charles meant?#uuuuuuh yeah a bit but he's in denial#also i want you all to appreciate how much courage it took for edwin to go to HELL being the religious person that he is#cw blood#i guess?? idk if i should tag something else#I... I didn't proof read and I'm a better drawer than writer be easy on me yeah?
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mean ellie fs loves a little face slapping here and there
idk what this is 😚
mean ellie who has you practically folded in half in your bed. knees pressing against your chest, her rough hands keeping them pinned against you with nowhere else to go. her raspy chuckle is ringing through your ears, and she’s hungrily watching how the tears roll down your face because she’s so deep and she can’t help but scoff under her breath. “can feel me real deep huh?” she mumbled. free hand pressing down on your stomach to prove her point, smirking smugly behind the pieces of hair falling in front of her face, enjoying the way your mouth opens with soft whimpers.
“s’too much, els please” you whined. wide and glossy eyes peering up at her. her hips were snapping against you faster, fucking you harder. she was hitting every spot that had your toes curling, eyes rolling, and fingers clawing at the skin of her arm. “too much” you hiccuped.
“such a crybaby” she tutted. her body leaning forward, pushing your knees even closer to your chest, and grips your jaw in a firm grasp between her fingers. those hazel eyes staring right back at yours, silently watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “my pretty crybaby” she mumbled raspily. groaning like she could feel your cunt clenching around the silicone at her words. knowing there was nothing but truth behind them. “yeah, course you are. look at you, already crying on my cock huh?”
no words form in your throat so you’re just nodding wordlessly up at her, lips parting with soft moans. you’re already so out of it that you’re barely registering ellie removing her fingers from your jaw and looking at you with such a smirk that you have to blink away the tears in your eyes repeatedly. “el?” you mumbled.
“say it” she groaned. stroking the side of your face with her fingers. “tell me you’re my pretty crybaby”
she’s so deep that you cannot think a single right thought and there’s no sign of her slowing down the longer you just look at her, mouth wide open and the only thing leaving your damn mouth is pornographic sounds that have her cocking her head to the side just slightly, lips forming into a pout. “too fucked out to say anything?” she rolled her eyes.
the sudden feeling of her hand hitting your cheek— not enough to seriously hurt you, just enough to have your ears ringing, skin lightly stinging, and brain going to mush, once again has your cunt clenching around the silicone, whines slipping from between your lips and nails digging harder into the skin of her arm. “els” you whimpered.
“say it” she muttered. fingers soothing the pain in your cheek, squishing them gently with a chuckle.
“m’your pretty crybaby” you sighed. leaning your face into the palm of her hand with a tired smile. her thumb making quick work towards your lower lip, where she brushes the rough pad of skin across it, humming.
“i know” she mumbled. tongue wetting her dry lips as she just swipes the spit from yours all over. “always so pretty, but you look even prettier when you’re crying on my cock”
#ೃ⁀➷ mail received#꒰ bella baby ꒱#୨୧ etheralparadise#i have a problem#i just want her to slap me idfk#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams smut#ellie williams drabble
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i fucking dreamt about könig.
Cmon.
CMON.
What do i even? I heard him speak german ONCE. And now he's calling me mein hase 😔
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König's got you as his neighbor- sweet, comely thing.
He'll pull the 'not much english' card because he uses it as an excuse for you to translate stuff for him, cuz he likes to stand behind you, looming, and smell your hair.
And what's worse, he'll ask you to translate interior decor magazines- and you'll comment on things that you think look nice, how you'd buy that for yourself if you could. His sharp eyes will take in every single thing you pointed at, and purchase them.
König wants everything to be to your liking for when you inevitably move in with him.
And he'll pretend to be sad with you when the guy that you were casually dating ghosts you. He'll ask if you'd like a cuppa back at his place, and you can tell him all about it.
König is an damn good at what he does, he's an expert- so when the police eventually find your casual date's body bloated and washed up on a beach, his death is marked accidental. A drowning.
He'll use your state of shock to his advantage- pulls you in for a hug, asks if you'd like a drink to calm the nerves. But the drink turns into drinks. And then it turns into him stretching your tight cunt with his overly endowed cock, until he's bottomed out. But König is especially kind to you. He'll give you time to accommodate, time to let the burning and stinging turn into a dull ache. He'll murmur delicious praise into your ear, how snug you feel around him, how you're a dream come true, an angel sent from above.
And you're too tipsy to realize he's said all of this in plain english.
#i wanted him cute#but he's a schemer#i just KNOW it#call of duty#könig x reader#könig smut#könig mw2#könig x you#könig call of duty#cod smut#drabble
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something about granny yumie giving kita her engagement ring to propose to you with…
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“now, shinsuke,” she pats his hand that now holds the ring, “you’ve got a good one, so you take care of her, okay?”
he nods, always so polite, so reserved. “yes ma’am.”
but granny yumie sees the pink that adorns kita’s cheeks and the tips of his ears when he talks about you, even when your name is merely mentioned in passing. she notices the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you—a gaze so reverent—like you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. she knows how he secretly loves returning home from a long, tiring day to be greeted with a homemade dinner and a soft “shin!♡” from you. she’s cooked dinner with you enough times (and raised him long enough) to realize just how predictable kita was. and she’s absolutely elated to see how easily you fit into his way of life.
so that pretty ring sitting in his hand is her blessing. because she wants kita to marry you. she’s no idiot; she can see when two people are so deeply in love, even someone as emotionally private as kita. she just knows you’re perfect for each other, and she knows he’ll take good care of you.
part one | part two
a/n: for @tetskuro to feed ur kita brainrot <33
masterlist | navigation
please do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bokutoko 2024.
#she knows all of kita’s tells from helping raise him I JUST KNOW IT#maybe i’ll do a part two of how he proposes to you idk#granny yumie wants some grandkids fr#the brain rot is real#haikyuu!!#kita#kita shinsuke#kita x reader#kita shinsuke x reader#kita fluff#shinsuke kita#shinsuke kita x reader#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq kita#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu#haikyuu kita#kita x you#kita shinsuke x you#bokutoko blurbs#bokutoko drabbles
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I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.
What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that
And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.
But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.
Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.
#i have so many feelings about Sonic and Tails returning to West Side Island#and for tails the longing to believe that his first home never really hated him#he is quick to forgive and just wants to put everything behind him#if you don't talk about it it never happened right?#but Sonic's like#i have fought robots empires and gods#and i would do it again#i would destroy planets if it meant protecting tails#and you think one village on an island in the middle of nowhere is worth anything to me?#drabbles#sonic the hedgehog#tails the fox#miles tails prower#unbreakable bond#sonic and tails#sth#sonic posting
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this is loosely based off of @emmyrosee 's messing with sukuna post bc i just love the idea of messing with your whiny baby dramatic boyfriend and i immediately thought about katsuki ! if you want this taken down lmk !
katsuki is hilarious to mess with.
you've only been staring at him for about 5 seconds when he turns to you.
"whaddya want ?" he asks with a raised brow. you're still all smiles, resting your head into your palm
"nothing." you hum, he grumbles a bit but doesn't pay it any mind. until you keep staring. he's trying to focus on his phone but you can tell he's about to snap when he starts squinting at the device.
"what ?" he grumbles, red eyes narrow at your smile widening.
"nothing !"
"yn. don't fuck with me."
"i'm not !" you giggle " i'm just looking at you, am i not allowed to ?"
you know exactly what to say to fluster him without fail every time, it's something you're most proud of when you see the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink.
"..no."
you snort "no ?"
"shaddup." he says through gritted teeth "so what, you're just lookin' at me ?"
"yeah." you shrug "i like lookin' at my pretty boyfriend." you prop your head against the couch and sigh dreamingly to sell the lovesick act. katsuki inhales through his nose, chest puffing like he's upset and he tsks, ears and cheeks beet red.
"weirdo." he scoffs, then grabs the back of your head to pull you in and press his lips to yours roughly.
you're both breathing heavy when you pull away. he looks at you, mouth slightly agape as he heaves lightly, eyeing you from your eyes to your lips. and then he huffs through his nose like a bull and roughly pulls you into in chest, causing you to release an 'oomph !' at the force when he flops down onto the couch, pulling you with him.
"m'not pretty." he mocks your voice and you huff a laugh into his collarbone. you wiggle around and your boyfriend loosens his hold a bit so you can look up at him.
"you so are !" you argue, he won't look at you but narrows his eyes at the tv he'd turned to to distract himself from your gaze.
"nah, that's you, babe." he switches through the channels "thought you said i was handsome last week."
"you can be pretty and handsome at the same time, the proof is right in front of me." you flirt, he looks at your from the corner of his eye and his mouth curls up like he smelled something nasty when you wink at him.
"gross."
"you're blushing~" you sing, closing your eyes and laying your head onto his chest, you sigh happily when he starts rubbing up and down your back instinctively.
"go to sleep. m'tired of listening to you." he pushes your head down into his chest jokingly and you giggle. you can't see the smirk growing on his face from where your being shoved into.
you wrestle out of his hold to look at him to see he's already staring at you, half smirk on his face and he scoffs at your expression, you huff through your nose and your smile widens.
"you love me." you whisper knowingly, katsuki takes the hand off of your back to pinch at your side and he snorts when you squeal.
"unfortunately."
you yelp when he wets his lips and he captures yours in a sloppy wet kiss.
#bakugou katsuki x reader#iiii kinda jus wanted to write this randomly do not perceive me#not proofread at all he just seems fun to make fun of#didnt get to add this in the fic but i needed yall to see how much of a loser katsuki is by remembering a random compliment from last week#LMFAOO#bakugou imagine#bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#bakugo x reader
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