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letstrip13 · 3 months ago
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୨୧ - cramps
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summary: your boyfriend comes over to take care of you when you get your period
warnings: none, just enjoy cutesy bf!chris. not proofread!
word count: 819
author's note: day 3 of posting blurbs!! send requests for blurbs or fics!! also over 600 likes on my last blurb is insane, i haven’t gotten that many in so long tysm!! 𖹭
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you're laying on the couch in your apartment's living room, all curled up in the only position that can provide some relief from the pain. your period came this morning and by this evening, the horrible day one cramps had hit.
about ten minutes ago, you had texted your boyfriend, chris, to come over to cuddle and watch a movie. he wasn’t too far so he’d be showing up any minute now.
another few minutes tick by when the door you left unlocked for him comes flying open. chris bursts through the door holding an overflowing grocery bag in each hand as he calls out to you, sounding urgent, “baby?!” you sit up in a panic, worried by the tone of his voice. “i'm in here!”
he rushes into the living room and drops the bags on the coffee table, almost knocking over the scented candle you had burning in the process. a giggle slips out of your lips, the panic quickly replaced by confusion and amusement. “what's all this, my love?”
he looks up at you, an expression so nervous that you just want to run your fingers through his hair and give him a squeeze, but you let him speak.
“i- umm.. it's everything you need for your period. i know it's hard for you sometimes.. so i wanted to make it better.” the confusion courses through your mind again. you hadn't mentioned it when you texted him. “wha- how'd you know?” a soft chuckle escapes him. “you always ask me to come cuddle when you're on it.. and we've been together over a year, princess, i know you.”
“you're so sweet, i don't know what i’d do without you, chris.” his face breaks into his usual charming grin. “wanna see what i got?” he kneels in front of the couch where you're sitting and he places the bags in front of him.
first, he pulls a box of pads and a box of tampons, placing them next to him. “just in case you needed more,” he adds with a sheepish smile, “i hope i got the right ones.” “you did great, baby.” a relieved smile crosses his lips and he continues digging through the bags.
he pulls out a hot water bottle complete with a cute cover, pink with little red strawberries scattered around it. then he follows it up with a bottle of generic painkillers. “the lady at the store says these will be good for your cramps,” he tells you with a proud little smirk.
he takes out a pair of black fresh love sweatpants and the zip-up hoodie to match. “these because i know you forgot to get some last time you were over,” he pauses and digs around in the bottom of the bag and pulls out a pair of purple fuzzy socks with black cats on them, “..and these because i know you love halloween, even if it is a little early.”
you watch him carefully, hanging on to every word he says but you remain silent, words having left you for the time being. he takes a different approach with emptying the second bag, opting to just dump everything out in front of you. out tumbles a pile of your favourite snacks, chocolate, and candy, as well as six bags of honey bbq fritos which chris starts to ramble on about, “i was looking for these for so long. i went to so many different stores and gas stations this week but they were sold out every time. i saw them today and thought might as well buy them all-”
he's interrupted with a choked sob escaping your lips as hot tears roll down your cheeks. the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend's loving gesture gave you such an overwhelming feeling of adoration. but mixed with the heightened emotions as a side effect of your period, you can't help but cry.
chris quickly notices and rushes to pull you into his arms, doing his best to soothe your sobs. “is something wrong? did i buy the wrong thing?” a few slightly louder cries come out of you before you can hold it together enough to speak. “no, it's all perfect. you're-” you manage to gasp out between sobs, “perfect. i love you so much. thank you.”
you can feel a rush of air leave chris at his relief. “oh good. i thought it was about the fritos. they're not all for me, you know.” you laugh, the tears quickly being forgotten as he wipes away the traces of them on your cheeks.
“how about we cuddle and watch a movie?” you nod, getting comfortable on the couch and grabbing a blanket for the both of you to share. “sounds good to me.” you rest your head on his shoulder and pick a movie. he gently tilts your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips just as the movie begins.
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screampied · 11 months ago
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heyyo ex!Toji who just can’t forget you and he’s FRUSTRATED with it, he swears he saw you on his kitchen at midnight (it’s not real) and touches himself while looking at your old photos that he still has.. hope u take requests
☆ : ex-bf! toji x fem!reader
⤷ tags : part one & two, ex trope, masterbation, pervy toji, needy toji, phone sex, dirty talk, mdni. wc. 1.1k
an. yesss i do and omg i love ex bf toji tysm ngh
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oh how he hates feeling like this.
ex-bf!toji was so pent up and annoyed. he’s annoyed at you for making him so irritated. so…hard. toji never realized how attached he grew towards you. after the messy break up. he found himself fantasizing about you way more than he should. it takes him a long time to move on.
that is if he ever moves on.
“the fuck..” he’d grumble, blinking twice to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. he could have sworn he saw you in the kitchen, hovering over the sink counter, bent over while occupying yourself, doing the dishes or cooking.
with another blink, you weren’t there and he was back to reality, he scratched his head before a vexed scowl spreads on his pink lips. it was late at night, and he figured it was his own drowsiness getting to him — so he didn’t think much of it until he goes back towards his room.
he finds himself in his bed, lazily leaned back before unlocking it to look at the collection of old photos he had of you, the more…filthy ones the two of you took while intimate. he scrolls to a specific one with you on your knees, tongue sticking out and….next thing toji knew, he was dialing your number.
he didn’t have to go to his contact list because he knew your digits by heart.
he just needed to hear your voice again, touching himself at the thought and sight of you just wasn’t enough.
“oh, hey….didn’t think you’d pick up,” he breaks the silence. his voice was pitched, a hint of roughness in it. based from his breathing on the other line, it sounded like he was panting heavily. he lays back against the bed—combing a hand through his hair before wiping his nose. “i’m not gonna sugarcoat things so i’m just gonna say it,” he grumbles, clenching his jaw before swallowing. “i’ve been uh, fantasizin’ about you.”
it’s pretty late at night, and you’re still confused on why he called.
well…you probably knew. toji heard about your messy breakup. he just couldn’t get you out of his head — he wondered if it was like that for you.
“you fantasize about me?” you speak on the other end of the phone in a soft voice.
he’s always loved your voice, how sweet it sounded, especially during phone calls. the calm, smoothness of it.
“yeah,” he mutters. “thought i saw you in the kitchen today. and i got kind of hard once i was deleting pictures in my camera roll.”
“…oh?” you utter. and you couldn’t lie, you were intrigued, who were you kidding. you missed toji too—perhaps in more ways than one. you still kept the dozens of voicemails he dumped you. of just him talking, rambling, or even him talking you through an orgasm on the phone. “were you touching yourself to me, toji?”
he pauses for a brief moment before grumbling. “yeah. you know i was.”
“mhm..not really,” you giggle. “that’s kinda why i’m asking.”
toji inhales at your teasing, and he closes his eyes shut for a brief moment—you were…teasing him? he could tell by the tone of your voice. he tried to relax, squeezing two fingers down against his nose before uttering, “fuck, you should come over.”
“i’m all the way across town.”
“i’ll pick you up.”
“toji.” you rolled your eyes—you forgot how persistent he was. you could hear the want and neediness in his tone. it was cute, not to mention attractive. he was like this all because of you.
he sighs. “fine, just talk to me.”
“about?”
“talk to me,” he repeats, and his voice pitches a bit more. that made you feel tingly a bit. you knew what he meant by talking—toji was a man, an impatient one that wasn’t keen on beating around the bush nor sugar coating things. “i fuckin’ missed you. and knowing i can’t touch you right now, i feel all hot and pent up.”
you think for a moment before humming. “oh,” and then you smile to yourself. “if i were with you right now, what would you be doing, toji? what would we be doing?”
“i’d be kissing your neck, softly biting down against that spot where y’er all sensitive,” he starts—and he’s panting again, you hear a bit of shuffling through the other end of the line. “i’d kiss all up and down your body. trace my hands down your curves a-and.”
“it’s okay, just say you wanna fuck me.” you tease.
“woman….” he moans, and if you’d bet money that toji was stroking himself to you voice. he inhales and exhales, before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. the phone pressed up against his ear. “i wanna fuck you. so damn bad.”
you hum. “i bet you do,” and you were starting to get riled up yourself. toji grows quiet every time you speak, and hearing him sound all needy for you a bit horny yourself. “are you touching yourself right now, toji?”
“is it obvious?” he mutters.
“a little,” you coo, and it’s not long before toji starts to moan through the other line of the phone. his moans were low and pitchy—repeating your name again and again, you had him wrapped around your finger. “are you imagining i’m the one stroking you right now?”
“y-yeah baby.” he sighs. he hits his lip in frustration as his eyebrows press together, and he groans. “shit, ‘s not fair. y’know what you’re doing to me.”
you giggle. “i’m just talking to you. like you said.”
minutes past and toji’s jaw clenched, tilting his head back he’s just imagining the entire scene. your voice doesn’t make things better, he’s visualizing everything.
your touch, your taste, even your sweet scent. that pretty perfume you always wore—god, he wanted you. he craved you.
“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum to just the sound of your voice.” he says. teeth clenched against each other, and he’s embarrassed. his face was flustered, flushed, whatever else. “all your fault.”
“sureee, it’s my fault.” you play along. after the long anticipating build up. toji cums, fisting his hand with pumps and watching how he made a mess on himself. a low sigh exits from his mouth and he grunts—the other like going quiet. “aww. toji, look at you, getting off to the sound of my voice. wish i could see.”
he groans. “…shut up,” before he hangs up abruptly.
you giggle before seconds later, there’s a request that pops up on your phone — and toji wants to video call you. probably so you could see the mess you made him make.
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plaguechyld · 8 months ago
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sub! Kokushibo x dom!fem! Reader?
Tysm if u make this since I barely see any sub kokushibo fics. Have a great day or night dearest!<3
tyty ! and i agree, there's next to no sub!kokushibou anywhere. may as well write some to change that <3
contains: dom!f!reader, afab!reader, sub!kokushibou, demon!reader, uppermoon0!reader, kind of hate sex, but not really, one-sided rivalry on kokushibo's part, softdom!reader, pegging, spanking, aftercare, smut to fluff
wc: 1425 words
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Kokushibou despised you. He really did, after all how could some new demon, a freshly turned one at that, acquire a rank higher than his own? He had been a demon for centuries, honing his skill, becoming stronger and yet you were better. Better in the eyes of the demon king.
But... if he hated you so much then why was he here? Your body hovering over his own, still fully clothed whilst he was bare. All six of his eyes were half lidded as he chewed on his lip, trying to bite back each whine or moan that threatened to spill from his lips as you steadily fucked two of your fingers into him.
"Don't be so quiet, darling. Let me hear you." you'd whisper into his ear as your fingers continued stretching his hole, creating filthy squelching sounds from the generous amount of lubricant you had used.
"C-curse you, you damn siren- AHN!~" Kokushibou's hand slaps itself over his mouth but it's much too late to silence the embarrassingly loud whine he had let out when your fingers pressed right against his prostate.
His pale face is flushed a dark pink with how much he's blushing and sweat drips down his forehead at how much he's attempting to restrain himself. You, of course, didn't like that very much.
"You sound so cute, dear.. but you're aggravating me with how much you're trying to hold back." you hiss, landing a firm slap to Kokushibou's inner thigh, making him let out a soft squeak whilst he arches his back from the impact.
"Don't slap me you- MMN?! ♡" Kokushibou's eyes all flew open when you begin to continuously pad your fingers against that sweet spot nestled deep within his heat. He was helpless to stop his moans from being drawn out from him.
You merely chuckled at the cute reactions that the uppermoon was displaying. You weren't even doing much yet. Kokushibou cried out as your fingers were relentlessly shoved into his hole.
"Aw look at you, you're so wet here." you tease, free hand grabbing his cock. That made Kokushibou let out the cutest squeal, he really really couldn't take both of your hands on him. Obviously, you know this, which is why you were doing it in the first place.
"Curse~ NYGH!♡ y-you..." Kokushibou trails off, too busy getting adorable little "uh's uh's uh's" punched out of him. Well, fortunately for the demon moon, you're nowhere near done with him.
“Hm, is too much for you, baby? Can’t handle just my fingers? Oh you poor thing, I wonder how you’ll fair when I actually fuck you.” You coo in his ear in a low and teasing voice just to make Kokushibou squirm more.
“..can’t! can’t take y-your cock!” Kokushibou squeals, shaking his head before hiding his face in your shoulder, his large frame clinging onto yours as you pull your fingers from his hole and leave a string of wetness behind.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at him finally breaking his bratty streak, finding it amusing. “Oh? I think we can make it fit.” You say in a sultry voice, that teasing smirk once more visible on your charming face. Deity that ruined Kokushibou every time, he could never ever admit that he liked this. He loved it actually. He loved the feeling of his “rival” fucking him open on nothing but her fingers.
You don’t waste another moment positioning your dark black strap-on right against Kokushibou’s rim, watching as he squirms and tries to get away from the foreign feeling out of instinct. But just as usual your hands guide him back to his rightful place below you.
Slowly you begin pushing it in, slow thrusts in and out, working it deeper each time. Kokushibou’s moans are absolutely delicious as his trembling hands scramble to grab onto you.
“Ish t’m-uch! HNGH GYAH!~♡ N-name! Name!” Kokushibou fucking wails when you bottom out inside of him, your massive strap-on pressing right against his prostate. Poor poor Kokushibou, he just couldn’t handle it! He had never been on the receiving end of such sinful things before and his inactivity really showed through his sensitivity.
So he really really can’t help it when cum spurts from his cock the moment you’re fully inside of him. Kokushibou lets out the whiniest cry yet, arching his back like a slut as he orgasms, painting his chest white. His pretty gold and red eyes roll back in his head as his vision goes white with pure pleasure.
You hum, your hands finding his shaking thighs that had clamped around your waist in a deathhold. You rub slow circles on them, coaxing Kokushibou to come down from his high-on-pleasure state.
But you only have so much patience with the fucked out demon lying below you. So after waiting a little while you decide to have some fun.
“Did you just cum from me bottoming out? You really are a slut.” You degrade him with a silky smooth voice as your hips start moving without warning. Your eyes are narrowed with lust as you stare down at Kokushibou’s pretty pleasure filled face.
Your thrusts are slow at first but it's still enough to send Kokushibou flying into oversensitivity. “Puh- PLEASE!!~” Kokushibou wails as tears roll down his flushed cheeks.
“Too m-muuhh-ch! Sensi- mmhn~!!♡ N-no more- AHN!~” Kokushibou’s desperate begs and pleads for your mercy fall on deaf ears as you grab his hands, pinning the demons wrists above his head as you use your other hand to through one of his legs over your shoulder.
Kokushibou just cries more when you restrain him, not letting him grab onto your body and use it as an anchor. You lean down, kissing away the tears from each of his six eyes as you thrust deep into his warm heat, making him clench around you from the tenderness of the attention you gave him and the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing.
“N-name..~” Kokushibou actually whines your name, wanting you to let go of him so that he can cling to your body again. You decide to take pity on the poor demon, releasing his wrists in favor of pushing his legs up beside his head.
Your strap hit deeper and deeper places in Kokushibou, making his moans and cries turn into wails and shouts. Your back was full of scratch marks that you chose not to heal. After all, why would you? Your darling spent effort on them. ♡
“Pleasheee~ slowwerr!~♡” Kokushibou cries, burying his face in your neck as you successfully fold him in half. Your hands have a bruising grip on his waist and he feels himself melt even more in your possessive grip.
“Shhh..” You whisper before silencing Kokushibou with a deep and searing kiss to his lips which he quickly leans into. Oh the poor baby, he tries so hard but it's impossible! Your mouth is on him, your strap is fucking his hole and now your hand is stroking his overly sensitive and flushed cock.
He arched his back even more than he was before as his legs shook rapidly. Another orgasm was fast approaching and all he could do was let out a weak, “MMNGH!! ‘M cumming!~” before he climaxes for the second time that night.
It’s quite adorable how he actually passes out for a moment, his body too overrun by pleasure to stay conscious. You figure you’ve had your fun with him, so now it's time to take care of his body.
Whilst he’s passed out you retrieve a warm wet wash towel from the nearby bathroom then return to his side. Tenderly you clean the cum off of his chest and tummy and wipe the excess lube from around his hole before discarding your strap on.
You set the rag down, too lazy to go and put it away at that moment and it's a good thing you didn’t get up because Kokushibou soon rose. He let out the softest whine, hands blindly searching for you as he tried to recover from his orgasms.
“I’m here, it's alright, Koku.” You murmur as you settle into bed next to the, for once, docile demon. He merely lets out a content sound before snuggling into your arms, too tired to say another word.
As the two of you drift off in each other’s arms a soft purring sound from Kokushibou can be heard… how sweet, he must really like you. Too bad you'll be getting an earful in the morning. ♡
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simping4-2manyppl · 4 months ago
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Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞
Bill Kaulitz ����
First date ❣️
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Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!
Bill x fem!reader
Fluff!
You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.
You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.
You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.
It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.
You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.
Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.
Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.
“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.
“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.
“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.
“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.
“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.
He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.
You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.
You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.
You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.
You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.
“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”
He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.
You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.
Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.
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rockstarslutt · 6 months ago
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Hey! Let me know if I’m your first request<3.
I saw you write for megadeth, can you write something with Dave? Fluff at first then gentle sex after. I SUPPORT YOU AMYYY
Heyy! Tysm this is so cute also send those reqs ppl.
a/n: so basically dave is your best friend who later confesses with gentle sex. (Oral f receiving, unprotected p in v, praise, best friends to lovers)
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I called dave over because it was our usual movie night. Little did i know things would change a bit...
We watched some shitty movie we ended up ignoring. It was more of a backround sound to our conversation about the most random things. The topics switched so quickly, I couldn't even feel the time passing. Our conversation about... Hairspray? Quickly got rudely interrupted by Dave looking at me with his pretty little hazel eyes.
"I forgot to ask you... Are you seeing someone..?" ,Dave asked. The question caught me off guard because i kinda was, and the question was also random.
"Well, i went on a few dates with this guy and he's pretty cute but i dont think its something serious" ,I answered sincerely.
Dave's face showed a bit of a frown but quickly composed himself. I couldn't tell what was going on inside of him. In that little brain of his. I wanted to know. I wanted to know what those little gazes filled with lust were, what the pink hue on his cheeks was whenever i was around him.
"Why are you so... pissy everytime i talk about a guy. You get so mad... why?" , I asked. I think i came off a little too harsh, but im sure he wouldn't mind it.
He looked me in the eyes with a need and lust I've never seen before. It was like a drug.
"Why? Why?! Because you're so fucking gorgeous. Youre hella pretty and smart and... and..."
It seemed like words weren't enough. He slammed his lips onto mine in a needy kiss. Our lips danced in unison as our bodies intertwined. The kiss was sloppy, reflecting on how much we needed eachother. His hand moved to unbutton my jeans as I silently whined in anticipation. It seemed like that whine pushed a button because he pulled apart and started unbuttoning his own pants. I watched him slowly discard his clothing items and tried taming the flutter in my now bare, wet cunt. He growled and leaned down in between my legs and started leaving a trail of wet kisses on my thighs. My sex glistened with need and dave took that as an invitation to burry his face in my pussy.
He ate me out like i was his last meal. I couldn't help but moan at the stimulation. I moaned his name multiple times before feeling that warm coil in my stomach that appeared when he lapped at my clit. Just before i came, he pulled apart, taking his boxers off and revealing his hard, red, leaking cock.
"You're mine, Y/n. I love you so much. My sweet girl. Mine."
He pushed in, filling me completely with his big cock. He started at a slow, patiend pace before hearing me moan out his name. He started moving faster and faster, the friction sending pleasure shivers down our spines. He grabbed my hips for support and thrusted into me. His thrusts became sloppy and fast as he grunted, his growls making me scream his name louder.
"Shit.. im gonna cum.." ,he said before cumming straight into me, sending me over the edge.
"Oh, ah... davie..." ,I moaned as i came too. I milked his dick until the last drop. He collapsed over me, nuzzling in my neck and he cuddled my body tightly.
"I love you sm. My sweet little girl. No more random date guy, ok?" He asked breathing fast.
"No way" I say back.
END♡♡
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restinpeacesensei · 7 years ago
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should we let him get it himself?
#boueibu#akoya gero#arima ibushi#kusatsu kinshirou#my art#((they don't want to interfere unless he asks for help LOL;;))#talisman975 aaaAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR TAGS SO MUCH bc you just put into words basically how i also feel when i look at kittykoya LOL;;#this is exactly the reaction i hoped for thank you so much.... (cushions with pillows and fluff to revive u after the heart attack omg;;)#ironpaladont aaa ty for describing him being so excited for his macaron!! he is!! ;;w;;#but omg youre right it's so big he could also sleep on it like a real macaron pillow lol#i suppose he can save it for later and have macaron for days :D and omg im so happy you liked my hair post LOL!!#if you draw them i would love to see!! XD im so happy you like my name for banana peel man LOL yes this is his fate#akoya's hair is made of cotton candy and banana peel man's is made out of banana peels#megane's is made out of phosphophyllite which at least one person has also expressed an interest in wanting to eat#ravensimaginaryfriends AAA TYSM for letting him know hes A GOOD KITTY!!! IM SO HAPPY HE IS!! >///< i hope there are extra macarons for you!!#mercysorrows aaaa thank you for calling him a little baby omg it sounds so cute ;;u;; ty for being happy for him!! i am sure he'll enjoy it!#tysm for the little hearts waa!!;; >///<#silvormoon yes thank you so much for your tags omg!!! it was the perfect suggestion ;;w;;#mostlikelytofangirl aaaa thank you so much this is a kindness overdose omg!!! TuT i love that you call him so small and curious!! ;U;#it sounds so cute tysm for saying the sweet pink thing is just like him!! i am always so happy you see him as a cute pink thing!! \TuT/
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glossyeon · 3 years ago
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Hi there! I’ve been a fan of your work since last year and I was wondering if I could request number 19 with hongjoong🥺 I was thinking some soft angst and maybe he comes back from tour and he’s tired and just wants to cuddle😭 tysm!
ahh ofc love, this is so sweet and ur my first request so tysm🥺 let me know if you liked it and don’t forget to stop by again<33
19: “kiss me properly”
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you hold your breath when you see him.
its cliche, and you think the same thing too, but standing in the middle of your apartment hallway, tired from staying up and waiting, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a thin tank top, you stand there, only 6 feet away from Hongjoong who seems just like a sight for sore eyes to you. you just can’t help but hold your breath in the moment.
“you’ve gotten prettier, love” he chuckles, and your heart hurts a bit from how tired his voice sounds.
Your eyes water, knowing how much your boyfriend has suffered from touring and promoting with the boys for so long, but a smile still forms when Hongjoong steps closer to you. luggage and bag already abandoned the minute he saw you standing outside your apartment door.
“Don’t shed tears for me baby, don’t cry” he coos, wrapping you in his hoodie, and holding you close before you release a small sob. Finally, you’re reunited with Hongjoong, and you don’t plan on letting go.
Once you two recover in the middle of the apartment hallway, you’re already wiping your pink nose and heaving along the heavy luggage he brought back into the house. He insists on carrying it but you fight harder. you want to do everything for this man now that he’s home.
“god, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you here, every night was way too quiet, and the cats would always be sad, while I was also-“
“y/n” Hongjoong says, cutting you off once you’ve made it into your shared bedroom. You look up to him, finally being able to see up close the changes he’s gone through while being far from your side.
He’s gotten skinnier, you worry. You can see the bags under his eyes, and the small stubble that’s finally peaking from his chin since touring is over. His hair seems soft, free of gel and spray, but his eyes still carry the same loving gaze he always had when he was still with you.
“I’ve gone without your cooking, our cats, and these goddamn tits” he groans, counting all the things he’s missed as he pulls you tightly into his arms, letting his head rest in the valley of your boobs.
“But out of all these things, do you know what I missed the most babygirl?”
You smile softly, running your hands through his hair as he nestles his face into your neck, inhaling your scent of home and safeness.
“Your cuddles” he whines, pulling you onto the bed nearby. You squeal, laughing when Hongjoong attacks your lips and pushes his body closer to you as best as possible. you’d love to drown like this if you could.
“I missed you so fucking much my love” he whispers, pecking your forehead. You close your eyes when he does, opening them to look up at him and say it back.
“Me too joongie. Don’t leave me again”
You peck him in the nose, before he groans and leans in closer.
“kiss me properly love”
You laugh, sounding like heaven to hongjoong’s ears before pressing kisses all over and then one proper one to his soft lips. he hugs you closer, afraid that you might leave him, and thanking god for the fifteenth time that night, for having such a girlfriend like you.
a/n: pretty mediocre and quick, but it sure is cute^^ hope u enjoyed! pls REBLOG as it helps w the algorithm!!!
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PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES
SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.
PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader
WORD COUNT. 3.0k
GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut
WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA
A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof
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What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 
The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 
It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 
Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 
In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 
Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)
“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 
In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 
Shouto: Parked in front of your place
Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)
Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 
After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 
“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”
He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 
“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 
He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 
The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 
“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.
“Want to pick a color?” 
Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 
Shouto nodded.
“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 
“Light pink or hot pink?”
“Light.”
He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 
“Green!”
It turned green.
“Orange!”
Cue the orange. 
“Purple?” 
Purple. 
Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 
“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 
A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”
Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 
“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 
His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 
You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”
He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 
In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 
You grinned at the thought. 
“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 
That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 
Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 
As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 
Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?
He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 
“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”
You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 
“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”
Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”
“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 
The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”
“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”
“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 
As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 
“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”
“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.
The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 
Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 
In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 
Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 
“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 
The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 
Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 
“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 
“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 
His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 
“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 
It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 
There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 
While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 
You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 
Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 
“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 
A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 
Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 
“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”
“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 
With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 
Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.
“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”
“N-No worries!”
His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 
When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 
With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 
There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 
“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 
You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”
“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 
“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 
You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.
His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”
Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.
“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.
He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 
“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 
You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 
A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.
“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”
“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”
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a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3
what to expect in the next part:
GALA TIMEEEE
yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired
we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse
shouto says eat the rich >:c
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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years ago
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Cornerstone (Yeah, that Arctic Monkeys song) - Fic with Damiano David.
prompt: Damiano used to date your sister, but now that she's dead you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face.
warnings: none, just pure sadness. Oh, and tysm Evie for the lovely help on this one!!
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You remembered well the first time you saw Damiano. It was on the first of many parties you would go in your life, it was the night of your 18th birthday and considering how introverted and reserved you were, your sister, who although looks a lot like you, appearance wise, your personalities were complete opposites, decided that you needed to celebrate in a dignified way. Well, you were two years apart, but her behavior at parties made her seem older than her age, she appeared more experienced, she tolerated drinks well and her charisma was perfect, just right for the party. As much as you always imagined she would be like that, given you were used to seeing her come home late at night on weekends, it was fascinating, even a little intimidating to see for yourself. Basically, Parrot’s Beak was made for her. After 45 minutes of partying, your eyes had noticed Damiano drinking with some friends, his cheekbones were prominent cute, his eyes were striking, and the drink was starting to take effect on his cheeks making them become a lovely, flushed pink - almost like his skin was begging to be kissed. You could replay that moment in your head whenever you wanted, you didn’t even have to close your eyes. Over time, you’ve forced yourself to smile at him, pull your hair out of your eyes between shy glances, trying your hardest to make yourself good-looking for him. It didn’t take long for him to walk towards you, making your nervous and hopeful smile in the process turn into disappointment. You soon realized his glances in between swigs of beer were not for you, but for your sister. He hadn’t even noticed you there, and the sensation that filled your body was painful. That night you accepted you were left out as they walked to the bathroom, and the best to do was to keep your first impressions of Damiano to yourself. It would be the best thing to do; even after the 4-year anniversary of them being together, and of you still finding Damiano stunning.
“You need to stop callin’ me,” you sighed, brushing the back of your hand over your eyes. It was dawn, if she had been there, she would have already made you get up, would have taken the phone from your hands and lay on top of you, making you laugh until you’d fall asleep together. “It’s been almost a year now; you need to stop calling me.”
“But you always make it better,” his drunk voice echoed in your ear. Strange, but you liked listening to him, he spent so many years making her happy that listening to him was like feeling her smiling widely at you after buying chocolate cake at the coffee bar around the corner that you now worked for.
“What do I make better, Damiano?” You asked, prolonging something that didn’t feel right.
“Me,” he sighed deeply, making you do the same. “I like your voice, even more after you’ve woken up, it’s so calm and crystal clear,” He kept talking until your voice broke into a sharp sob as you tried to bite your lip to contain yourself, if she was there she would’ve calmed him down with just a word; but she wasn’t, and he was like that because he didn’t have her anymore.
“I like you Dami, I truly wish you nothing but the best, but I can’t do this anymore,” you verbalized, knowing there were chances of him being oblivious to the fact that he was looking for you because you reminded him of her. “I miss her too, and it’s being too painful.”
With that being said you hung up the phone, pressing it against your chest knowing he would call again next night and then you would pick up, exchange a few words with him, feeling miserable right after for letting him do it again; but the truth was, on the next day you would feel good, not in a healthy way, but in a nostalgic way that would leave you trapped in a cheery image of your sister; whenever she had the opportunity to describe how amazing a date with Damiano was would make you bear through the day.
As you soaked your pillow, the loud music from The Rusty Room along with dancing people made Damiano wet his lips in a dirty smile, his night would be like any other since she was gone, he would get drunk enough to see her face on someone else and would be able to snuggle between the legs of his new salvation or get kicked out for being too much and have no choice but to call you. On nights when his feelings are stronger than before, he would do both. He would call you in hopes that when you answered, you would miraculously become her, then he would tell you about his day and how no one in the band seems to put up with him anymore, and then would wait until you told him it would be okay. Clearly, nothing worked like that in your mind, you were as tough as she was, which was good for him to feel in her presence, but not what he needed at the moment; not least because you had never spoken for more than 5 minutes. That way, he had no choice but to keep looking for her.
Still digesting your dry words, he caught sight of her golden hair and pale skin being bathed in the strong red light, she smiled at him, huddled up in a wicker chair, her eyes was in the same level with his as he wandered up for a closer look, and it felt like it was for the first time, so he came close and kissed her, taking all the air out of her lungs to himself; the random girl wouldn’t mind having another name tonight.
Damiano returned home the next morning in his car, swearing he could still smell her scent on his coat, transmitting it to his seatbelt while he lengthened his trip to the next coffee bar just to be able to feel her presence for longer.
“He’s all yours today!” Your manager said in mock animation.
His eyes were lazy, his lips rosier than usual trapped in a perfect pout, stubble on his face and yet he looked like an angel; but smelling of booze and sleep deprived.
“What do you want?” You asked, observing him up and down; putting on your best character to try to fool him, or yourself. “You need to stop killin’ yourself like that, Dami.” You let your eyes dip into his, and what a regret, now your whole body tingled.
“I just wanna a nice coffee, I need to be alive to work,” he raised his hands in redemption, giving you a cute half smile. His voice as melody and sweet as on the phone. “I just need to calm my mind down, buttercup.”
His whisper ran down your spine, making drops of coffee from the machine splash onto your hand instead of into the cup, your body knew it was wrong, but your mind had liked being called that.
“How’s life?! How’s things goin’, huh, after all that, y’know…” He went on while you gave him his usual hot coffee.
In response, you shook your head, looking around you, cursing the place for not being so busy so that you could have more customers.
“Fine, no more talk, buttercup.” He sounded low and careful this time. You had to take your eyes off him because you felt like you were going to cry.
No more smiles on his tired face, he straightened his clothing, handing you a crumpled currency. Avoiding his eyes, you took it in your hand, taking his change and writing it out in Letraset for him.
“Thank you,” he said, this time without repeating the pet name, since both you and him were now being watched by your manager. Even in front of others, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at your writing; so similar to hers in form, yet so cruel.
“You shouldn’t let him call you the same way he sweet called her.” The manager warned you when he saw the boy leave. Your sister was always around with Damiano, they were completely in love with each other and never hid it from anyone, it was obvious he had noticed.
“He just needs to heal.”
“So do you.”
‘No, you can’t call me the way you used to call her’ were marked on his change.
Battleship, next night.
Rum was already a necessary substance to oxygenate his blood, it was the 4th shot, he had a dizzy mind with you on it, from the tip of your nose that seemed to follow him when he was speaking, to your contradictory voice that sounds just like hers when you say that you don’t want him around. He needed you.
He glanced around the room, searching for his daily fix of sex for the night but soon changed his mind, taking his cell phone in his hands and punching in your number that he already knew by heart.
“I’m sorry, you’re by yourself?” A serene voice awakened him from his trance, the blond hair and lips drawn in a perfect heart shape similar to hers made him forget about his cell phone.
“Yes, I am.” He confirmed, his throat going dry. Every night the same thing, but he still got carried away by a vision trick; given that the reality was way too difficult to face. “All by myself and free for the night.”
She laughed at his despair, and even though the sound wasn’t similar to hers, he decided he could play pretend in his mind. The girl’s laugh fell silent, feeding his head with the image of her as he closed his eyes tight, for a second he swore not to feel his feet anymore, wondering if it might be the effect of being close to be her ghost but when he said it out loud, calling the random girl by her name, all he felt was a pair of hands pushing him back while cursing him in as many ways as possible. Had the girl said her name to him? He couldn’t tell, it wasn’t like he cared.
“I need you,” you had tears running down your chin, your voice was nothing but sobs.
His smile widened, scratching the affected spot, feeling his body becoming more relaxed as he heard your voice filling the phone call. You needed him, so you called him. Just like in every other night.
“A nightmare again?” He asked cautiously, not even needing to ask what it had been about; he already knew.
“Yes,” you looked tired, as much as he did. “I need you, Dami, I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“I’m on my way, buttercup.”
The shared room still smelled of her, he knew it was because of you spreading the rest of her perfume across the bed she slept in. The atmosphere was different without her there, you both felt it, but somehow it felt good to be there and feel a bit of her false presence.
“You’re drunk again,” you sighed as he brought his fingers to your cheekbone, pulling some tears away. “She wouldn’t like that.”
He nodded, “she really wouldn’t.” Damiano smiled, seeing a shy smile spread across your lips.
Your movements were quick as silence filled the room, your arms went around his waist, making him have no choice but to snuggle you into his grip, a relieved sigh left his lips and he felt good knowing you no longer cried. The lack of voices made everything more comfortable, it cleared his mind, making his muscles relax. And when he felt you dig your face deeper into his shirt, he let his chin rest on your head as you found comfort in the scent that had often been used to be on her clothes.
The weather was grey, sad. Similar with your mood. Staying motivated to work was not what you wanted today, or any other day.
“What are you doing outside? You weren’t supposed to be working?” Damiano said, tucking you under his umbrella, his eyebrow puckered into a cute pout.
“I can’t work, I’m very sad and sleepless.” You imitated your manager’s voice, showing pure irritation.
“Not a good day, I see,” he remained in high spirits, even seeing your angry face as your request for Uber was denied on the screen in your hands.
“Wouldn’t you go get a coffee?” You deposited your disappointment in him. His face still in a smile, he was never one to be shaken by so little; just like her, in fact so alike to her that it was quite annoying at times. She wouldn’t be giving the hate for her bad day to anyone.
“There’s no point, I only come here for you.” Your mind knew well, it was already used to his tricks, but you still couldn’t help but smile.
His words softened your body and you allowed yourself to look at him, he didn’t seem to have had a rough night, his eyes were still as intense as she had described the night she met him. “Cornerstone doesn’t make any sense without me, I agree with you.” His lips spread; you were happy to make him smile.
The comfortable silence seemed to wrap you around each other, he brushed your hair back from your eyes, getting so close he thought you would might understand. “Can I get much closer?”
You nodded, feeling the tears blurring your vision. You knew he saw in you a way not to forget her face, but letting him go would hurt more. “Look, I’m really not supposed to — but yes, you can call me anything you want.”
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Tagging: @pingpongchamps @oro-e-diamanti @marriedwithmarktuan @user0126 @its-afucking-mess @dont-let-me-drown-in-you
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silversatoru · 4 years ago
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hi :) can i get some fluff with itadori for the quote #9? tysm <3
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yuuji + “your hands are so soft! what lotion do you use?”
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itadori yuuji x art major!reader
synopsis: you tutor yuuji for your painting class
t/w: gn!reader, college au, lots of fluff, quick drabble
a/n: thank u bc this is exactly who i envisioned with this quote,,, such an awkward dumbass
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“stroke your brush kind of like this,” you demonstrated a fluid stroke of your paintbrush across the pale white canvas.
“like this?” yuuji attempted to mimic your movement, but his brush stroke came out much sloppier than yours, a small pout forming on his face.
it was so stupid that he was required to take an art credit as a sports med major, and it was even stupider that he totally sucked at it. Intro to Painting: The Basics sounded like a complete walk in the park, an intro course, but it ended up being nearly impossible — or maybe yuuji was just that bad at painting.
the only upside to this whole art class thing was that he’d met you, and you happened to not only be the prettiest person he’d ever seen, but you were also an excellent painter. so when you’d offered to teach him a thing or two, how could he say no? you were completely his type, and you seemed really sweet (your art skills were just icing on an already delicious-looking cake).
“not quite,” you frowned, contemplating how you could get yuuji to understand the mechanics of holding a paintbrush (you’d never seen anyone grip a paintbrush like they were about to stab the canvas before).
“do you mind if i help you? that way you know what it’s supposed to feel like,” you made a hesitant offer, not sure how comfortable he’d be with you touching his hand.
“of course!” yuuji exclaimed a little too eagerly — he definitely hadn’t been imagining what holding your hand would be like for the past five minutes.
you let out a small giggle, shifting your chair closer to his and reaching out for his hand. your fingers were so gentle, carefully moving his fingers into the correct places and then wrapping your hand around his entirely. the tension in the air thickened quickly as you danced his brush across the canvas, your heart beat increasing as you realized how intimate the moment had became.
yuuji was glad you were so focused on the painting, because if you turned around and saw how red his face was, saw the way he was looking at you instead of your demonstration — “do you feel the difference, yuuji?”
fuck, now you were looking at him and you were expecting an answer too, and he’d been way too caught up in how pretty your side-profile was to even think about what you’d just shown him. what the fuck was he supposed to say? should he make something up? should he-
“your hands are so soft! what lotion do you use?” the ridiculous words composed of utter nonsense fell out of his mouth before he could think of anything better to say.
for a moment your eyebrows furrowed at him, but then your lips cracked into an amused grin, “i just bought a new one actually! it has shea butter and coconut in it!”
“well it works really well! they’re super soft!” yuuji exclaimed, the continuous flow of heat to his cheeks ever steady as he realized how awkward he’d made this entire situation.
“thanks,” you let out a soft chuckle, “but did you pay attention to what i was showing you?”
“ah, not really, sorry,” yuuji saw no point in lying, because as much as he didn’t want to, he still needed to learn how to paint so he could pass this goddamn class.
if this were any other sports med asshole you’d probably be offended, but something about yuuji made this kind of cute and endearing. plus, you didn’t offer to help him for no reason — he was always funny and charming during class, and the pink hair was an added bonus.
“i feel like we’re gonna need more than one session for you to get this down,” you cocked your head to the side and prepared to shoot your shot, “we could start meeting a couple times a week if you want?”
“uh, yeah? yeah! that would be great,” yuuji graciously accepted, “and maybe we could get food together sometime? so you could uh, i don’t know, talk to me about art?”
he was painfully awkward and obviously excited about this new proposal, and when you nodded your head yes his face broke out into the toothiest smile.
“yeah i would love that!”
and for the first time ever, yuuji was glad that his liberal arts college forced him to take an art credit.
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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago
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Gundham, Kazuichi, and Mikan with an Ultimate veterinarian S/O
warnings; light cussing, unedited, inaccurate depictons of what vets do, gender neutral pronouns for reader, gn!reader
Request; Hi there! Can I request gundham, kazuichi, and mikan with an Ultimate veterinarian S/O? Maybe they have wild animals by their side all the time :) thanks!
Gundham
◊ Gundham would trust you 100%
◊ He relies on you a bunch.
◊ Knowing that you are a veterinarian who loves animals, is all he needed to know to trust his life and the dark devas life with you.
◊ Gundham is pretty protective and careful with his devas, so if anytime the devas showed signs of a small sickness, he’d immediately go to you.
◊ He’d be so concerned for his devas so he would always go to you to see what’s wrong.
◊ Most of the time, the devas are fine and Gundham was just being a worried dad.
◊ But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a biiiiiiit happy every time he rushed into your clinic with a worried expression on his face.
◊ You assure him that his devas look fine, but he still insists you check them thoroughly.
◊ As usual, they are fine and he looks relieved.
◊ Though actually, one time he had faked his worry for the devas so he could have an excuse to see you.
◊ He was planning to ask you out while you examined his loyal companions.
◊ “So erm, how are my dark devas doing? Perfectly, I assume.” He spoke in his low tone of voice. “Well, Maga-G, Sun-D and Jum-P are doing fine. Except for Cham-P, he may be a tad dehydrated. If you monitor him carefully and make sure he drinks water, he’ll be good.” Gundham nodded with a nervous but confident grin, words not quite hitting his ears yet, “Indeed, so would you like to- Wait WHAT-?” Gundham paled, registering your words a bit too slow and freaking out.
◊ “Cham-P iS DYING?? WHAT WILL I- Oh goD-” Gundham hyperventilates, grabbing your hands unconsciously and squeezing them so tight it slightly hurt. 
◊ “Please, S/o, save his life!!”
◊ You looked at him with surprise, face heating up at the sudden touch.
◊ ”G-gundham, Cham-P isn’t dying, he just needs to drink more water.” You cut off.
◊ Gundham suddenly froze, face heating up from the realization of his hands in yours.
◊ “O-oh, I see my mistake.” You laughed at his reaction, relishing in the feeling of his hands still resting in yours.
◊ “So what did you want to ask me earlier?” Gundham’s eyes widened, “Oh uh- I was just wondering if... Yo-you’d help me nurse Cham-P back to health?” He chickened out at the last minute, mentally scolding himself for losing his confidence.
◊ Though you knew that wasn’t what he meant to say since you had told him about Cham-P after he had tried to ask you something, you still accepted happily.
◊ Your animals and his dark devas had a few debates as you and Gundham helped Cham-P drink from the water nozzle thingy.
◊ “Water is not wet.” Maga-G scoffed, examining his nails. “Okay but, water makes things wet, so how is it not wet?” Your bird argued, looking at Maga-G with disbelief. “I have to pee.” Jum-P blurted out, hopping back inside the cage to do his business. “Can I come!?” San-D followed suit, hopping into the cage as well.
◊ “What do you think they’re talking about?” You questioned, looking at the animals argue.
◊ “Obviously, they are discussing their plan to destroy the world. My dark devas have the intelligence of a god!” Gundham boasted, staring at the dark devas with pride.
◊ “-No, you’re wrong, I’m right, shut up.” Maga-G ended the argument unfairly, stomping his foot down(if you get the reference, ily).
Kazuichi
◊ Kazuichi would be scared when he first saw you walk by with your army of animals following you.
◊ “I-is that a tiger!?”
◊ He’d be kind of intimidated by you at first, not wanting to get on your bad side and have your animals maul him.
◊ Other than your army of animals catching his eye, he thought you were pretty cute.
◊ Though he was itching to ask you out, he was too scared to go within 5 meters distance near you.
◊ He’d kind of just, scream cheesy pick-up lines to you.
◊ “HEY S/O! ARE Y-” “What!?” “ARE YOU-” “Can you come closer!? I can’t hear you!” “HAHAHA, N-NEVERMIND IT’S NOTHING!”
◊ Eventually, Kazuichi warmed up to your animals(it’s kind of the opposite really-).
◊ Funny story how actually, Kazuichi was working on the underbelly of his machines, and he needed his wrench. Assuming Fuyuhiko was still there—Which he wasn’t—, he asked for a wrench.
◊ (un)Luckily for him, one of your dogs had been there, and it had picked up the wrench and brought it to Kazuichi’s outstretched hand. 
◊ “Thanks, Fuyu.” He accepted the wrench, expecting a grunt of ‘You’re welcome.’
◊ He, however, did not expect a very loud, “BORK!” in return.
◊ He screeched, wincing as he jolted up and hit his forehead on the hard metal underneath his machine.
◊ Not long after the bark echoed through the area, you had come running, your forehead creased from worry.
◊ “Oh, there you are!” You huffed out in relief as your eyes caught sight of the familiar coloured fur.
◊ You looked down at Kazuichi’s bottom half sticking out underneath from a machine, hearing a groan coming from him.
◊ “Kazuichi?” You squealed when you heard a- “S-s/o!?” come from underneath the machine, A “BANG!” following after.
◊ “Ow- U-uh hey S/o..!” He greeted waving his hand awkwardly from underneath the metal. 
◊ “Uh, A-are you going to come out?” You asked, concerned for—what sounded like—his head injury.
◊ “U-um nope. It’s uh, it’s cozy underneath here.” He refused politely, not wanting you to see his red face. 
◊ Literally red(or pink??) face; Blood had been running down his fucking forehead from the two hard bonks against the metal.
◊ The dog could smell the bullshit(and the blood) emitting from Kazuichi’s words, and bit gently onto his sneaker, urging out a scream from the pinkette.
◊ It pulled him out from underneath the machine, revealing his bloody forehead.
◊ You gasped in shock as you hurried him up to his feet, hastily bringing him to your clinic.
◊ He blushed at your close proximity, letting you drag him to a waiting seat.
◊ He watched warily as your animals ran into the backroom of your clinic, bringing you medical supplies as you carefully examined his forehead. 
◊ The animals watched you two as you disinfected his forehead, making Kazuichi nervous from the many tiny animal eyes glaring into him.
◊ He tensed as he felt a ferret climb his shoulder, clenching his eyes shut. 
◊ The ferret kissed him on his forehead, leaving you and him speechless.
◊ Well shit, the ferret had more confidence than you.
Mikan
◊ Mikan thought your ultimate was pretty cool!
◊ Since you were both in the medical field, you two had many things to talk about, therefore getting along unsurprisingly well.
◊ At first, she was a bit scared of your big animals, your small ones not so much.
◊ All your animals seemed to really really like her, and they’d be pretty protective of her.
◊ If Teruteru had said something perverted to her, one of your bears would maul him. 
◊ Everyone cheered as the bear kept on swinging TeruTeru’s arm in its jaw.
◊ That one time Hajime made Mikan cry, one of your lizards had slipped off Mikan and bit his finger.
◊ “Not cool, Hajim-“ Nagito started, before glancing down on his bloody finger, “Oh shit, are you okay??” 
◊ There’s always at least one of your animals stuck onto her just in case she gets picked on by Hiyoko or TeruTeru.
◊ They always have her back!
◊ If Hiyoko insulted Mikan for no good reason, the monkeys would pull her pigtails whilst the cats quickly ran to her dorm to shit inside it.
◊ Hiyoko stopped messing around with Mikan after that.
◊ Those times she trips and falls in very inconvenient positions, the animals cover her or scare everyone else away until you or someone trusted comes and helps.
◊ As the animals always have her back, she always has theirs.
◊ If someone tried to attack one of your animals, she’ll cover the animals and take the hit for them.
◊ Though before anyone could get hurt, your tiger had already pounced on the assaulter, tearing off their pants and watching as they ran away from the humiliation.
◊ If you’re busy healing one of the animals and can’t take care of the rest at the moment, Mikan will be your number #2 and she’ll help in any way she can!
◊ She remembers each animal’s feeding time to heart, never forgetting to feed them or give them water.
◊ She cherishes the animals almost as much as she cherishes you.
◊ She adores how kind you are to the animals and her, falling in love with your sweet personality.
◊ Mikan kind of becomes your wife and the animals being your shared children together.
◊ It’s really cute when you see the animals cuddle up to her while she pets them, it just makes you want to get on one knee.
◊ You are indefinitely thankful for her care, you’re sure you love her.
◊ Sooner or later, you two finally get together.
◊ All thanks to your animals actually, they did that classic nudge where you two kissed on accident.
◊ After you two get into a relationship, expect lots of cuddles.
◊ Correction, expect lots of cuddles with the animals.
◊ They regularly interrupt your quiet time with her by climbing in between and around the two of you, creating a safe and warm barrier. 
◊ As you’re always caring for your many animals, you sometimes forget to take care of yourself, so she’d also make sure you were okay too.
◊ Since she was the ultimate nurse, she knew humans better and so she knew when you weren’t taking care of yourself.
◊ She would get concerned for you as you overworked yourself, therefore reminding you to take care of yourself-
◊ Before immediately apologizing for her worries, afraid you thought she was clingy. 
◊ After assuring her you could never think that she was clingy, you promised her you’d take care of yourself, kissing her worried tears away.
◊ You’d do anything for Mikan, and she would do the same.
note; sorry if it’s a bit rushed!! i hope you enjoy anyways though, tysm for reading!
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astranva · 2 years ago
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omg thankyou nova🥰😭❤️
the concert is in my country's capital city so its a big city and everything is very expensive and mind you i also live in a capital city (province though) and its doesn't compare. i have no louies friends from back home and there too so im basically alone, and i know that if i do go to see the concert, ill meet a lot of potential friends but still, the concert will end like around midnight so it'll be dangerous to go straight to the train station because im a girl, alone, in a big big city. my true crime invested brain just wont let me Imao
and the thing is that international artists rarely comes to my country, its always either singapore or australia. and harry wouldn't even acknowledge asia... so i just feel like i should take advantage of him coming here, PLUS its on my birthday wtffff
well i definitely wont be able to see him now bcs it is july 12, and the concert and my birthday is July 14💔 my mom is planning to take me on a one day trip for my birthday though so thats nice
your positive energy is contagious nova, im feeling better just reading all your positive asks🫶 o000hhhh i cant wait for that🥰 also, i did dye it myself! the color isn't right though so im hoping that it'll fade to that red brown ish color rather than purple pink red is color...
you're just too sweet nova!!!! i fucking love you so much and i dont even know you!!!❤️💞💖🥰😘💝🫶 tysm for listening and responding! you really makes it so easy to love you, idk how you do it love
righttt?!?! i also feel like my friends dont care ab me enough to care ab my birthday. i always say its not a big deal its just a birthday but i still wanted it to be special yk? i dont want big extravagant birthday but i wanted a special birthday w the ppl that loves me. in my college friend group, im actually the last one to have a birthday, and i went all out for them all (its not that im expecting for then to return the favor, but its just an opportunity to see if they care ab me like i care ab them or not yk) idk anymore im rambling
-your little 🍓
that really sucks, i’m sorry, bub :( i know it’s especially upsetting because he’s in your country so don’t feel like you need to feel anything but upset about that. feel your feelings until it gets easier.
if it helps, you just need to plan and prepare for when he comes back again. so start saving up (no rush) until his next tour, it probably won’t before a couple of years so you’ll have time!
it’s great that your mom’s celebrating you 🥹
pink/purple hair also doesn’t sound bad! but yeah, it’ll definitely get toned down with frequent showers.
and i understand you so much with the birthday thing because i was in your shoes. i had always told my friends that i didn’t care about my birthday and that i even hated it a little, so they never really paid much mind to it and i always felt upset because i also expected them to go out of their way to do anything.
however, this year, i actually had a talk with them and they were like “we always want to celebrate you but we just don’t want to make you uncomfortable in case there’s something personal related to your birthday that you don’t want us to know” so it was a valid reason, and, long story short, i told them i want to celebrate my birthday this year and we actually did and it was nice!
so a nice conversation will always do, and of you’re not comfortable enough to do that, then you can just straight up tell them that you want to celebrate your birthday and think of ways together. xx
noooo stooop you’re so cute! you can talk to me whenever you want, lovie! love youuuu 💖 xx
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haechansfbuddy · 4 years ago
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Helloooo, first of all I have to tell you that I have huge respect for people that write such amazing stories, I always imagine stuff, but I can’t write it down. And to see stories like yours makes my heart beat ❤️
So I wanted to ask 🥺 if you could write a story where Haechan has a huge crush on his Noona (like 5 years older) and she knows and kind of likes him too (because who doesn’t?!) and starts to tease him. And although he is always so confident this gets him off track. So at a Party he tries to tease her and always whines in front of others to finally kiss him or something like that. That makes her want to make him flustered even more so she pulls him into a secluded corner and asks him what he was actually doing and wispers stuff against his ear and skin (seduce him so he is longing for that kiss more than ever and he can’t think straight) and then they finally kiss and have a really hot make out session. Just a little thought I had, nothing that doesn’t let me sleep at night 🙃 thank you sooooo much 😘
Firstly, tysm omg that's so sweet 🥺 (*in Mark's voice* wow this is SWEET) also sowwy for not responding sooner I only really come on at night in my time zone  🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Probably isn't exactly what you had in mind, but since I know literally nothing about men (rip) teasing in a non-sexual way isn't something I would 100% get how u wanted it.
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As you strolled into the kitchen, something - or someone - caught your eye. "Yah! Jisung, I told u to warn me when your friends were coming over" you scolded your brother. You always needed warning when Haechan was coming over. He was beautiful, his pretty brown hair with his bangs that perfectly frame his pretty face. You liked him a little, but most people did to be honest, however, you knew how to play it cool, and no even thought about you liking him. Haechan on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He liked you, and he made it very obvious. You could tell he likes you from the way he stared, and he would get easily flustered when you caught him. His confidence was still a force to be reckoned with, so even when he was flustered, it didn't last for long.
"Hey noona" Haechan sounded nonchalant, probably because I hadn't teased him yet. Before you could reply to Haechan, your brother interrupted. "I thought u didn't mind my older friends coming over" Jisung was 18, but he insisted on living with you since he doesn't want to pay for an apartment yet, and he doesn't fancy going to college either. Haechan was 20, and you were 25. "I don't mind it Ji, I just like warning so I can make sure the place doesn't look like vermin live here." You turn to Haechan "especially when you bring the cute ones" Haechan smirked, pretending your comment had no effect on him. "So noona thinks I'm cute" "I wouldn't say you're completely unfortunate in the looks department" you smirk back, and once again Jisung interrupted you. "Y/n, stop flirting with my friends" "I'm not flirting Ji, I'm bonding because I think I see this one too much" Jisung rolled his eyes as you play with Haechans hair, whispering things in his ear, teasing him slightly. You accidentally brush your left hand against his, sending goosebumps down his spine. Jisung speaks up again. "And vermin does live here, it's you" You sent a glare Jisungs way "you look like a rat that just came out the sewers" Haechan giggles a little, which you find very cute.
When Haechan finally goes home, Jisung comes into the kitchen and ruffles your hair. "Can you not, I don't wanna get hair in our cupcakes, and stop being taller than me" He ignores you. "Come to this party at Chenle's house tomorrow please, Haechan likes you, and you don't make it obvious, but I can tell you like him"
"Of course the rich one is having a party." You say sarcastically , "also I do not like Haechan"
"Do too, I've seen u around everyone you've ever liked, and you act the same with him. You tease him all the time, you always find a reason to scurry off to 'leave him wanting more' and I know for a fact you're gonna go full Cher mode on him at a party, and I wanna know how it plays out"
"Fine I'll go, and please never call my techniques full Cher mode again"
~time skip: party~
You decide to wear a short white pleated skirt, and a pink lace crop top. Cute but revealing *smirk emoji*. You show up 10 minutes after Jisung, knowing Haechans already there. You walk around, attempting to locate Chenle. When you finally find him, you talk to him. You liked Chenle, he was absolutely adorable (you didn't have a crush on him or anything, you just found him cute) and he was hilarious, and his laugh added to it. You both stood there laughing for a while, and that's when Haechan came over. "Y/n you came" your mouth almost dropped at how gorgeous he looked, eyes shining under the multi coloured disco lights. "Y-you didn't call me noona" you weren't planning on stuttering, but today, something about him was different, too appealing for you to stay focused if you were honest. He smirked a little, doing some sort of hand shake with Chenle while saying "you shocked cutie?"
Jisung #number 1 moment ruiner calls to announce a drinking game. You mentally slapped yourself, you knew he did it on purpose, he knew the more drunk you were, the more you drank, the easier it was to make you spill your darkest secrets.
You weren't gonna let that happen though. Haechan put his arm over you, making your stomach flip, but you push the feeling aside. As the game goes on, more and more embarrassing questions get thrown around. "Y/n, who do you think about while you touch yourself" you mentally laugh, wrong question to ask. "Yeah I don't do that" all the boys to turn to Jisung for confirmation. "Well if she does she deserves an award for suppressing any moans, and I raid her room daily and she doesn't have any toys so-" he does what daily "Ji why dyu raid my room" Haechan whines. You giggle "What's wrong sweetie" you move slightly, knowing you just rubbed your ass against his crotch, getting him back for his stupid question. "Just admit that you like me"
You pull Haechan over to a corner, and look up at him cutely, flying with the gem of his shirt "I know you want this off baby, but we're kinda surrounded by people" you whisper into his ear "now why were you acting up so much" Haechan doesn't answer, he's got all shy and flustered. Cute. "Haechannie, why were you doing it, do you like me" you grab his chin and lift his head up slightly. He just nods. "Well what would you like to do about it" He shuffles his feet. "Babyboy you have to tell me, or I won't know" " I want to k-kiss you" that's what you wanted to hear.
You pull him in for a kiss, which starts off passionate, but ends up rough and full of lust. Both of you wanting more, but you can't, not right now. His hands slowly travel under your skirt, making you gasp. Haechan takes that as his queue to stick his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues dance and fight for dominance, while you run your fingers through his hair. You both run out of breath, and you pull away to gain air. He throws his head back so he's looking at the ceiling as he groans in frustration and relief. You use that opportunity to attach your lips to his jawline, marking him up. He lets out a quiet groan, this time from pleasure, and he can feel you smirk against his skin. That's when you get interrupted, once again, by Jisung. You take that as your queue to leave, "until next time babyboy"
Request: complete!
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h2bakugou · 5 years ago
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okay yes hi, 1st of all, you’re my fav! 2nd, I have an awesome request so here goes! So in the dorms Koda had a bunny in his room right? So like what if the reader had a cat in their dorm, and it escapes! then Kirishima (the reader’s crush) finds it, and brings it back to their room (bc he wants to hold it) and then he offers to help take care of it w/ them and in the process he develops feelings, and maybe at the end they adopt a kitten together so the other has a fwiend🥺👉🏻👈🏻
a/n: hi!! tysm hun <3! gahh this is so cuteee i haven't written a lot for kiri so i apologize if he seems ooc
summary: a flash of orange and white fur stops kirishima in the common room. he notices your cat has escaped and decides to return it to you.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / Milo - your cat’s name (or pick a name! you decide!!)
warnings: swearing, fluff
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It was nearing curfew for most students, though that never stopped some people from staying up. Kirishima was fixing to head to bed but he stopped when he saw a flash of orange and white dart across the common room.
At first, he just thought he was seeing something until he heard a faint ‘meow’ come from under one of the sofas.
“Could it be a stray?” Kirishima questioned, carefully approaching. He bent down and peeked under the couch, the realization hitting him.
“Milo! What are you doing out here bud?” Kirishima spoke to the cat, familiar with his crush’s pet.
Milo squeezed out from under the couch and jumped into Kirishima’s arms, purring as he laid against Kiri’s chest.
“Let’s get you back to (Y/n).” Kirishima patted Milo on his head, a smile on his lips as he watched the cat seemingly smile back at him.
It didn’t take long for Kirishima to return to your dorm room, Milo curled up and now fast asleep in his arms.
Careful not to wake the sleeping kitty, Kirishima knocked on your dorm door.
You rose from your position of looking under your bed for your furry friend, hoping that he was done throwing his tantrum and would come out from wherever he was hiding.
You pulled back the door and immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Not only was Milo found, but Kirishima was holding him, and Milo was sound asleep in his arms. How cute. 
“I think he might’ve got loose, I found him in the commons.” Kirishima chuckled quietly. Your cheeks turned red, whether from embarrassment of fluster, you were unsure.
“Thank you. I had to throw away his favorite toy because it got broken, and he wasn’t exactly happy about it.” You say softly, admiring the sleeping kitty in Kirishima’s arms.
“You can bring him inside, set him down wherever, he’ll sleep on almost anything.” You giggle, taking a seat on your bed, you let out a sigh and finally let yourself relax.
“I take it you were looking for him.” Kirishima points out how your room is a little disheveled.
“He’s a good cat, he just doesn’t always want to stay in my room. I love him a lot, but I can’t just have him running around the commons, especially if someone has an allergy-”
“I could help you take care of him!” Kirishima chimes in. You lift your head and smile.
“You would do that for me?” You question softly. Kirishima cheeks begin to match the shade of crimson he used to dye his hair.
“Y-Yeah! That’s like totally manly! Cats are awesome!” Kirishima shoots you his usual toothy grin and joins you on your bed. He looks around your room and an idea pops into his head.
“We could get him a cat tree! Something he could climb and exercise in so maybe he wouldn’t need to leave the room!” Kirishima suggested, pointing to a bland corner in your room. 
“That’s an amazing idea! Thank you so much!” You hug Kirishima, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he does the same.
You can feel your face heating up again, your heart beat quickening. You pull away, but you hesitate. You stare into Kirishima’s eyes, just a little longer before you fully pull away.
You’d admired Kirishima the day he walked into class. He was strong, but humble in a way. He was funny, and smart, and he knew how to be there for his friends. He was also insanely cute.
Kirishima was thinking just like you. His mind was racing with the things he liked about you. Your smile, to the way your hair framed your face. Everything about you was beautiful to Kirishima.
“Well it’s getting late, I don’t want you to not get enough sleep-”
“Y-Yeah. I’ll come up with something for the cat tree! Get some good sleep!” Kirishima stands and waves, before striding over to your door and leaving.
“Goodnight.” You whisper back, feeling a little sad that he couldn’t stay longer.
You glance over at Milo who is now awake and staring at you with an evil glint in his eyes.
“I can see you judging me.”
Milo didn’t reply. You hadn’t expected him too. He just kept on staring.
“Are you the master of talking to boys? Cute boys? I didn’t think so mister.” You stick your tongue out at Milo and snuggle up under your covers.
Milo stretches and finds his way over to your bed, resting on your stomach as you slept.
- - -
Over the next few days, Kirishima had helped you find a good cat tree, and with what you had been saving up money-wise, you were able to buy a nice cat tree.
Assembling it was quite fun. And that was an adventure in it of itself.
“Kiri! I don’t think it goes there.” You laugh, holding a spare part of the tree in your hand as Kirishima tightens a bolt on the cat tree.
“What? It looks right.” Kirishima takes a step backs and stares at the creation. It definitely didn’t look like the box.
“Okay maybe it doesn’t go there.” Kirishima chuckles and takes the piece off.
After finally assembling the cat tree, you and Kirishima were worn out. But Milo was having the time of his life. You rested your head on Kirishima’s chest, a happy sigh leaving past your lips.
“I think he likes it.” You whisper to Kirishima.
If Milo could talk, he would’ve said the same about Kirishima, whose cheeks were a bright shade of pink, a goofy smile on his lips as his fingers played with the ends of your hair.
“Yeah.” Kirishima spoke. You turned your head to look up at him and bit your bottom lip.
You were so close to him, you were laying on him. His lips looked so kissable. The amount of times you’d almost kissed each other was far too many and it was now or-
Kirishima pressed his lips to yours, no longer wanting to waste any time thinking about kissing you. He wanted to kiss you. For real.
It brought you out of your thoughts and you melted into the kiss. It was sweet, and genuine. It was a soft kiss from someone you’d fallen in love with. And Kirishima could say the same.
He pulled away and his bright smile returned.
“Sorry I-”
“Please don’t apologize. It was nice.” You reassure him. You place a quick peck on his lips just to solidify your statement.
- - -
A week after your kiss, you’d shared exactly six more kisses after that. And you were pretty sure Kirishima was going to ask you out soon, or you hoped he would.
It was almost seven at night, and there was a knocking at your door.
“Coming!” You yelled, coming to the door. You opened it and saw Kirishima, his back turned to you.
“Hey is everything okay?” You asked, your hand going to touch his shoulder.
"Surprise!” Kirishima smiled and turned around, a kitten in his hands. You smiled and admired the little ball of fluff in his hands. Kirishima handed the kitten over to you gently.
“Now Milo has a friend!” Kirishima and you walked back into your room and took a seat on the floor.
“Oh and, I got you this.”
Kirishima pulled you into a kiss, a hand resting under your chin. You blushed and kissed him back, not expecting him to be so forward.
“Will you go out with me?”
“Yes!”
Not only was Milo happy to have a new friends, but you and Kirishima were both happy that you had each other now.
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eccentricpony · 4 years ago
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Hello!! I really enjoy your writing~~! May I request a cafe date h/c with Taichi? Tysm!!💕
Hi dearie! Aww, thank you so much! And YES I love Taichi, he’s such a cutie boy. Here you go, hope you enjoy!
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Taichi tapped his fingers on the quaint café table along to the rhythm of a Guilty Summer song that was stuck in his head. Maybe you weren't going to show up? His big, teal eyes light up at the sound of the squeaking front door, but it’s just a pair of old ladies. Sigh.
He ran a reel in his head over and over again of all the romance advice Kazunari had given him.  Although he had his doubts that any of Kazu’s advice had actually been tried-and-true. And then there was the advice he got from Banri. And Omi. And Sakyo. Wait, why did he ask Sakyo?  The door opened once more, and he watched forlornly as a woman and her baby entered the establishment.
Well, he should have anticipated this. I mean, you were just so funny and smart and SO so super cute that it was just a matter of time until you realized how amazing you were and how incredibly average he was and then left him to find someone equally as amazing as yourself. You were probably at another café right now, giggling at the awesome guy’s super funny jokes, and swooning over-
“Hey, Tai-tai!”
Taichi bolted upright at the sound of your voice. He looked up at you like you were The Creation of Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel; with awe and baited breath. Cue the butterflies in his stomach.
“Ah, uh… h- hey!” The red-haired boy snapped out of his self-pitying reverie and stood to face you. You looked so sweet in your outfit, and was that the cardigan he helped you pick out last week? It looked so good on you – peach was definitely your color. Your rose colored sneakers looked so cute, too. They matched the cute af rosy tint that colored your cheeks at the moment. Damn, every color was totally your color.
“See that, hon? I knew they’d show up!” The kindly middle-aged waitress beamed at you as she spoke. You looked over at Taichi, shuffling his feet awkwardly adorably. “Go ahead and place your order at the register whenever you’re ready.” With another thoughtful glance, she hurried off to check on another table.
“Were you waiting long, Tai?” You took a seat across from his at the table, placing your bag on the seat next to you.
Ugh, that’s right, you damn fool, he berated himself inwardly as he followed your lead and took his seat. He had arrived there 45 minutes early to make sure he was there before you so you wouldn’t think he stood you up.  He opened his mouth to respond, but the next words spoken were yours.
“You look super cute today,” you gushed, to the response of pink-tinted cheeks on Taichi’s face. He did though; dressed in all monochrome colors, his shock of crimson hair and big, bright viridian eyes took center stage. You adored your pseudo-punk cinnamon roll, and you never believed it when he told you that this was his first relationship. He was such a thoughtful, sweet, supportive boyfriend; how could you possibly have been the first to notice how wonderful he is?
“S- so do you, you always do,” he responded sincerely, though it came out mumbled and he spoke it into the laminated daily specials menu that lay before him. The butterflies in his stomach are now throwing a rave, and his cheeks match his brightly dyed locks below the smattering of fading freckles.  His fingers fumbled with a tightly rolled bundle of silverware as he braved another look at your face. He hadn’t been on a boat since he was little but man, your pretty eyes made him feel like he was seasick in the best possible way.
“Should we go order then?” There was no need to look at a menu; you both always ordered the same things every time. Taichi jumped to his feet and ran his fingers through his wild mane of hair.
“I can go order it,” he asserted, patting the wallet in his seat pocket to make sure it was still there.
“You sure, Tai? I don’t mind waiting with you.” As much as he’d love your company while waiting out the queue, he wanted to be all gentlemanly and show that he listened to you. And he really did; in fact, he had been reciting your order through his head since this morning. He could say it in his sleep at this point, he was sure of it.
“Nah, you just wait here and chill, I got this.” Taichi flashed you a winning smile, a smile that always carried a hint of unintended mischief. Your heart did a flip as you nodded in consent. With a pep in his step, the skater boy hurried off to the cash register.
A few minutes pass and still no sign of Taichi. Maybe he decided to wait at the counter for the drinks?  You return your phone to your bag and consider seeking him out when he at long last returns to the table, empty handed. His face is ruddy as he rubs the back of his neck, meeting your eye sheepishly.
“S- sorry… was it… extra extra foam, or was the extra extra for the cinnamon? Or is it no cinnamon?” This poor puppy.  
“Taichi, I don’t mind coming with you, I know my order is a huge pain…” You want to give him a tight hug but this confused cutie is near passing out from all the blood rushing to his face today, you don’t want to add to it.
“No, no…” He shook his head resolutely. “Please, I got this, for real. Can you just say it for me one time?” You smile at his determination and detail your usual drink for him, leaving out an ingredient or two for simplicity’s sake.
“Got it!” he declares and swiftly heads back to the front counter, eyebrows screwed up in concentration as he mouths the ingredients to himself. Pulling out your cell once more, you launch the Gallery and scroll through all the pictures you’ve taken of you and your beau. You especially love the selfie you took of the two of you sharing an ice cream at the beach. He had wanted you to delete it because he had a chocolate chip on his upper lip, but you insisted that it was one of the cutest pictures of him ever and he gave in.
You recall wiping it off his lip with your pointer finger after you had both noticed it in the pic, and he bit his lip shyly in response to your touch You wish you had a pic of that in your phone, the thought of his coy expression gave you goosebumps. With a few speedy taps, you made the ice cream pic your new home screen.
“I’m back!” Taichi announced upon his return. As promised, he delivered a tray of your two drinks upon the table, along with seven pastries.  “They, uhh… they had a bunch of your favorites so I just got ‘em all.” He plopped down across from you, stealing a worried glance at your expression, hoping you didn’t think that was a totally stupid thing to do.
“You are the sweetest!” you praise, leaning over a lemon cake and mini éclair to touch his face. Taichi jerks his arm in surprise at your approach, nearly tipping his drink across your sweets buffet, but mercifully it merely wobbles and remains upright.
You ran your fingers across the black plastic points protruding from his right ear and Taichi swallowed the meager amount of saliva in his now parched mouth. Leaning further still with a mischievous grin, you mercilessly stroked the skin behind his ear with your finger, knowing full well he would become a flustered mess. His entire body responded to your touch, nerves head to toe fizzing from the smell of your shampoo further rendering him senseless.
“Next time, it’s my turn to buy our drinks, okay babe?” His body tensed up as it did anytime you used a term of endearment. Your head felt swimmy looking into his lovely ocean-colored eyes. Before you had a chance to chicken out, you closed the distance between you two and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Taichi exhaled an inaudible gasp upon contact, his mouth impossibly soft as it cushioned your own, though it took him a few frazzled seconds to lean into your affection. The kiss seemed to last forever, yet it ended far too soon.
Meanwhile, the butterflies in Taichi’s stomach had started a mosh pit. Re-opening his eyes, he watched as you returned to your chair, and he couldn’t do much more than simper at you like the lovesick puppy that he was. Suddenly, all of his pre-planned formalities seemed a lot less important than the adoration in your eyes that you held for him just now.
“How ‘bout next time we do it together, babe?” he suggested with a playful wink, lifting a cherry Danish and holding it out for you to take a taste.
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misc-headcanons · 4 years ago
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What omg yay I can request more Kira from you! You write him so well omg! Can I get some headcanons of Kira falling for a super sweet caring girl whose very strong hand to hand combat?
(AAAAAAAA TYSM!!! 🥰🥰🥰)
Kira's absolutely flustered by any kind of affection, so every interaction he has with his sweet/affectionate crush leaves him radiating more heat from his face than from Yamamoto's zanpakuto. His own self-loathing makes it hard for him to accept that fact that someone like her is really being kind to him, so he just brushes it off and says that she does it because "she's nice to everyone." There's no way he's someone special in her mind.
It's painfully easy for Momo and Renji (and, you know, everyone with eyes and ears) to notice that Kira's got a thing for her, so they would both "help" get him alone with her and break the ice--god knows Kira's not gonna do it. Renji would slyly tell ____ that Kira wanted to learn how to fight without his zanpakuto, and if she wouldn't mind giving him some pointers? He wanted to tell her directly, but in case she couldn't tell, Kira can be a little shy around people sometimes. 
Once he and his crush are alone though, he manages to loosen up just a little bit. His voice is a little higher and his body is ironically a bit more tense whenever she touches him and moves him around to improve his stance. He actually takes to her lesson pretty well, and they make training together a regular weekly thing. 
After a month or so of these dates, Kira would (at Renji and Momo's cajoling) shyly ask if she wanted to...maybe...have dinner tomorrow? He totally understands if she doesn't want to, or if she's too busy--in fact, he's got a lot of paperwork to do himself, haha, maybe he should just call the whole thing off, haha--oh god, he can't he stop awkwardly laughing? Of course she would say yes, and that would be their first "official" date. Renji insists that sparring can totally be a "valid" first date option, though.
Over time, Kira realizes that he doesn't have any reason to worry about "messing things up" with her or making a fool of himself. And he'd also feel a bit more satisfied with himself as well; his internal struggles don't magically disappear now that he has a girlfriend, but he's able to talk himself out of his own self-hating thoughts a bit easier. Sometimes he wonders if he deserves someone like her as his s/o, but she firmly tells him that love isn't a special achievement or rank--she loves him not because he's a captain-level fighter or a genius or has a perfect face, she loves him because...well, he's him! 
He's still prone to turning pink at any kind of public affection, though. He's able to enjoy a cuddle session on a couch without getting too flustered, but the moment she h*lds his h*nd, nuzzles him, or kisses him on the cheek? He's pulling more of his hair over his face to cover it or he's instinctively hiding his face with the nearest thing--even if the nearest thing is his s/o's shoulder or chest. He naturally goes for a hidey-hole when he's flustered, like a little anxiety-ridden rabbit.
If his coworkers notice his improvement in combat and his new hand-to-hand moves, he'll smile a bit and say (more confident than they've ever heard him sound) that his girlfriend taught him everything he knows. He's the kind of boyfriend who thinks about his s/o all the time, and is always rooting for them. His office desk has a lot of little mementos from dates and cute pictures of his s/o (he's naturally camera shy, so there aren't many pictures of the two of them on his desk--she's got tons of cute candids of him, plus a few of him looking adorable with her)
He has a little book of haiku dedicated to her, their relationship, how much he's grown alongside her. He writes in it whenever he's stressed. She found it one day, but she didn't say anything to him because she knew how embarrassed he'd be, but she sometimes catches a peek at her favorite ones when she's feeling down.
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