#it’s not n sfw don’t worry idk why it says that

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC: 

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

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Manipulation through his puppy eyes. 

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

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Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

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Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back. 

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked. 

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

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He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester. 

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.” 

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If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?” 

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

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Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

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Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the  rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure. 

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It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed. 

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one. 

That was when you were charmed by him.

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When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds. 

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He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

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Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager. 

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

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If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

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But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast. 

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

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The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

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Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

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His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

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You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

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Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

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Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his  performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

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Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

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Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

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His biggest turn on? When you ride him. 

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

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Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

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Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..” 

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His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

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He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

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You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment 

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him. 

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First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.” 

With a smug ofc 

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Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

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Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

[fictionfordays]

SFW Alphabet (A-Z)

Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

CW: Reader is called "sweetheart", kisses, Shiggy is a bit awkward ig, mostly fluffy but some bits might be slightly angsty?

WC: >1.7k

A/N: I have been very excited to start an SFW alphabet for my Crusty King! Might be working on an NSFW one as well... Anywho, I love him! Thank you to everyone who helped me get some thoughts for a few of the letters!<3 (specifically @dabismoon, doll, you have such a brilliant mind ilysm<333) Here's the link for the sfw template I used, (I did make one or two changes though to make my life a bit easier)

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Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He loves gaming with you. You tend to play Mario Kart or random arcade games on console for your dates. He’d love to go to an actual arcade with you, but that’s not really in the cards rn so virtual arcade it is!

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

He’s… not really sure how to feel about surprises? Like he’d be open to them? But he’s not really sure how to react if he’s the one receiving. He does like giving you surprises, but he doesn’t dress them up or make them a big deal. It’s more like: “Here, I got this for you.” *Hands you the trinket*

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

Feelings are weird, man. He’s not really sure how to comfort you if you’re upset. It kinda depends on why you’re upset. Did someone hurt you? Not to worry bc he’ll end them. Your feelings doing a thing? Idk, he’s a little more lost on this one so he might just try to distract you with a game. If you’re really not up to anything then he’ll cuddle you quietly, a soft blush on his cheeks. He, on the other hand, does not want to be comforted. He will handle this on his own just like he always has

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

Nope. No no no. He is not a dancer. He is a terrible dancer. Don’t ask, he will immediately refuse. You’ll be stuck dancing with Mr. Compress, Twice, or Toga, (maybe Dabi if you really sweeten him up)

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

He does like… a little… moan? When he gets excited? He stops scratching his skin, a small smile forming on his lips, and depending on what’s getting him excited, he may also blush or run his hand through his hair so you can actually see his whole face! There are a great many a things that you can do to get him excited: getting a new 2-player game for date nights, sometimes even flustering him (but only in private, he’s the boss afterall) He also appreciates when his plans go his way, or something works out in his favour

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

He’s got a world to dominate, broski. Stick with him at your own risk (I say this lovingly ofc). I don’t see him getting married, but there’s potential for a long-term partner. I also don’t see him having kids. His childhood was too problematic, plus his quirk? No thanks.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He doesn’t get you gifts often, but he does like to gift you little trinkets when he happens upon one he thinks you’ll like. He prefers gifting you things you can do together, like multi-player games. He’d also be open to getting you a new hoodie (or more likely, acquiring a new hoodie for himself that you always end up stealing)

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

If this is pre-controlling his quirk, then he likes how fearlessly you hold his pinkie. Regardless, he prefers being the little spoon or having you sprawled out on top of him when sleeping if you’re cold natured

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Gaming together! Besides, he’s trying to destroy the world as it is currently so… there’s not much he can do out and about

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

He does not get jealous easily. Not to say he doesn’t get jealous, it just doesn’t happen easily. He… does not handle it well. He can be quite short-tempered with you when he’s jealous. It can go one of two ways: 1. He lets it simmer and fester for a while before blowing up at you or 2. You notice he’s acting different and bring it up shortly after

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

He looooooves kissing you. It’s a way to show you attention and care without needing to use his hands. I feel like he loves to kiss the top of your head. And also your fingers, like your fingers are so soft compared to his!!! Kisses happen fairly frequently in private. He doesn’t like PDA, but the once in a while kiss on the cheek makes him feel soft

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

He loves to touch you. Your skin is so soft and he loves how velvet-y it feels beneath his rough fingertips. When he is having trouble going to sleep, he’ll lay next to you quietly, gaze fixated on your sleeping face while he traces your features softly. His fingers always linger on your cheeks or your waist (depending on how he’s holding you) As stated previously, he loves holding your pinkie finger, it’s just such an intimate feeling

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

Just the fact that you seem to genuinely care. You don’t try to change him or make him something that he’s not. You’re tender, perhaps a little shy yet straightforward with him, which I think he appreciates. You’re not afraid of him, or maybe you are but you’re good at hiding it. You… accept him

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He calls you “sweetheart” or by your name He really loves it when you call him by a shortened version of his name, like “Tomu’,” and he really loves it when you use “Tenko,” he might even like it when you call him “baby” ;)

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Not very obvious that he likes you at all. He expects to be rejected so he keeps his feelings to himself. If you happen to bring it up however, he’ll admit them

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

No pets, he doesn’t want any. He’s very traumatized about pets so… it would take a LOT of convincing

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

He’s pretty chill tbh. Relatively quiet, prefers to listen to whatever you have to say, but doesn’t mind chatting if something is on his mind. He likes sitting in the room with you, you could be doing your own thing while he games and he’s perfectly content

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Not very romantic and very confused about what that means??? Might get an idea or two from some rom-com you make him watch, but he’s very clumsy about romance

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

He won’t really be in a relationship with you if he doesn’t feel safe or comfortable in some capacity. He likes that you listen to him talking. Not just hearing his words or doing as he says but actually listening to him, asking him questions. The fact that you put zero pressure on him to behave a certain way or react a certain way is also reassuring. He enjoys spending time with you, you make him feel loved

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

If you’re hurt, his reaction depends on how you got hurt. If someone hurt you, they’re dead meat, make no mistake. If he accidently hurt you, I think he’d feel… absolutely awful and wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He’s not really sure what to do if you feel emotionally hurt? Like, do you need a hug? If you’re sick he tries to remember how his mom would take care of him when he was sick, but it was so long ago… He does appreciate when you take care of him. If you make him some soup while he’s sick, or tend to whatever wounds he may have. You always treat him so tenderly

Unforgettable– What’s something you do or have done that they’ll never be able to forget?

Something he’ll never forget is the first time you gamed together. He barely knew your name, and he definitely didn’t peg you to be a gamer like he is. You’re so… pretty? And smart? Likeable even? Neither of you really talked while you were gaming either. Maybe a playful insult or some competitive banter here and there. That was the first time he’d ever lost a game, and he’d gladly lose again if it meant seeing your face light up when you win.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

I think he prefers consistency. He’s a villain and he gets enough ~spice~ from his lil missions and whatnot. He just likes to game, leave him alone :(

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

He loves bathing with you. You’re so sweet the way you wash his hair for him. He’ll try to wash yours, too. He’ll lather up some soap to rub delicately over your skin. You’ll turn towards him, washing his face with such tenderness, a focused expression on your face as your fingers run lightly over his skin. After a bath? Also his favourite. You’re just so soft with him, moisturizing his dry skin, combing through his wet hair, loving him

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

He’s not really big on PDA, but he can be very affectionate in private! As I said before, he loves kissing you. He’ll lay his head in your lap if he’s tired or stressed. Expect cuddles in private, too. CUDDLING WHILE GAMING (I will die on this hill)

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

He doesn’t really do anything per se? He gets a little more agitated than normal, maybe. Possibly seems more distant or absent when he has to talk to say another member of the League

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

When he’s sleepy, he gets a bit more cuddly. He can also be a little shorter-tempered, depending on how tired he is

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[alluringnectar]

Timeless

abby anserson x fem!reader

a/n: idk how to use tumblr so my fault the layout is ass, i’ll improve lemme cook 😭🙏🏽. ts work is a repost, so its crappy. lmk if yu want smut cus i’ll write it.

summary: you’ve been promoted & you come across abby.

warnings: sfw, js shit talking.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Beep beep.

You groan, not ready to get up. Your hands fumble for the alarm clock, pressing every button your fingertips graze.

Beep beep!

How the hell is it still sounding? You ask yourself, finally lifting your head from the pillow to check the time.

6:43 am.

Shit.

You're usually awake and ready by this time, but yesterday you were out partying with your friends. Your recent promotion within the W.L.F. had warranted a night of revelry, but now the consequences were clear: a foggy mind and a rush to start the day. You had gained new perks from Isaac himself. Your friends thought this was deserving of a celebration, so they invited everyone from the W.L.F. You didn’t hate partying, but you preferred just hanging out with your friends. Among others, you were considered friendly, which was the truth— but you did like some time alone as patrols really tired you out.

Today was about clearing your clouded mind from worries, just living in the moment! Last night was one of the best nights you had in a while; you got to meet great people. You met a man named Manny; he was playful and divertido, a trait you admired. He was happy to introduce you to his other friends as they were going to be your new partners for patrols. A couple, Owen and Mel, came forward to greet you. “Your hair is so healthy and silky! I’d do anything for long hair like yours!” Mel smiled, and you grinned, thanking her.

You’ve always prioritized your looks and emphasized the importance of being well-groomed. You loved makeup, pink, and putting bows in your long hair. It was what made you, you. You found comfort within femininity throughout the apocalypse and the battle against scars. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard something approaching Manny, Owen, Mel, and you. As soon as you looked up to see who it was, you couldn’t help but stare. Her hair was braided, wearing a tank top so you could see the density of her muscles. She had a calm demeanor, and you crossed your arms in a playful way. “Have I seen you before?” She smiled with her teeth, and you swear you could’ve folded right then and there. “No, you haven’t,” you felt your cheeks burn, giggling at the thought of her actually wanting to get to know you.

“Abby,” said the blonde woman. Abby. The name seemed to suit her. “Father’s joy,” you mumbled. “What?” Abby asked, genuinely curious. “That’s what Abby means,” you smiled warmly at her, waiting for a response. Abby chuckled; she raised her arm to rub your back. “What’s your name then?”

Before you could respond, Mel snapped, saying your name to Abby. You were confused by the abruptness of her answer. As you turned to look at Mel, she looked angry. Not at you. At Abby. Abby smiled softly and looked over at you, a look that you could forever hold in your heart. “I’ll see you around,” and with that, she walked away, heading towards another group with Manny, way more welcoming than Mel. At the corner of your eye, you saw the way Owen looked at Abby. He looked at her as if he had regrets, as if he lost something they had. You decided to shake it off, as it may only be your imagination. “What’s wrong, Mel?” you asked her, with genuine concern about why she's cold. She smiled at you softly and told you “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to look out for a new friend. Abby is not someone you want to be hanging out with.” You hummed to yourself. You usually don’t believe what you hear, only what you see.

“She’s a shitty person.”

“She’s selfish.”

“She’s a liar.”

Despite Mel’s warnings, you still wanted to get to know Abby. Your desire to learn more about her grew. She sparked your curiosity, and the yearning blossomed.

After the night was over, you took your heels off and collapsed in your bed. You were excited about what new patrols you can take on tomorrow and who was going to be your partner. You ended up falling asleep, staring at the ceiling while Abby lingered in the back of your mind.

Now you were brushing your teeth, putting on a Lulu Define jacket, and tight flared black yoga pants. You put your hair in a slickback, put your sneakers on, and walked out the door. This was your first patrol after being promoted by Isaac. As you walked into the gym, you walked to the treadmills as your usual routine is cardio. Then you feel a hand placed on your shoulder; you turned your head back and it’s Abby. She smiles at you, and you smile back, blush tainting your cheeks. Abby parts her lips. “This outfit looks cute on you.”

“Thank you, Abby.” What Abby doesn’t know is that her compliment will be forever in your mind. Only within minutes talking to her - and only meeting her yesterday - she already makes you all giddy like a teenage girl in love. “Care to get some breakfast with me after you’re done with your cardio?” she asks, and you nod eagerly. “Of course, I will. Who would ever pass up that offer?” you giggle. Abby smirks at not just your reply, but at your giggle. She found you cute and amusing, but she was afraid Mel already said something to you. She didn’t want to mess up this chance— she couldn’t lose you when she never even had you. She’ll be careful and gentle even if it would take longer. Time will pass.

After 30 minutes, you considered yourself done for the day, as it was just a warm-up for the patrol later in the evening. You saw Abby sitting on the bench, wiping her sweat off the weights— she was thoughtful of others, and you kept that in mind. How could she ever be selfish? You walk up to her and tell her “Do you wanna go now?” Abby grins and says “I’d love to.”

Today’s menu was breakfast grilled cheese with Greek yogurt parfait- not bad! Since Abby has some perks, both of you got your meal pretty quickly and some good seats! “Have you seen the new patrol rotation?” Abby asks, and you shake your head “No actually, I was planning to check after the gym” you reply. “Maybe we can check together then. After this meal of course” she chuckles. Her smile is so cute, and you’d cross the whole world just to see it again. “You know, you’re not what I expected you to be.” Abby looks up at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “Mel said something didn’t she?” You sigh but nod, “I just think it’s funny how you’re the exact opposite of what she claimed for you to be. She’s sweet, but she was wrong about you. Don’t tell her but I think I’m starting to prefer you” you giggle, putting your fingers onto Abby’s lips as if to shush her. Abby was quiet alright, but not for the reason you’d think it would be. She’s thinking of your fingers gently touching her lips, leaning in for a kiss. Her thoughts are interrupted when you speak, “Do you wanna go check the board for patrols now?”

“Let’s go.” Abby stands up, pushes her chair back into the table and takes your hand— never roughly, as she’d never want to break you— fragility as a porcelain vase. Her calloused fingertips and palms, now holding your forearm, something that you’ll think about to help you sleep.

As you’re approaching the board, there’s a whole crowd of people, surrounding it. While some are content with their role and duo, others are muttering under their breath “fuck.” You can’t help but keep your fingers crossed that you’ll get Abby. As you and Abby kept shoving your way through, yelling “ ‘xcuse me!” you finally make your way to the front, and both of you immediately scan for your name. Then, you see it.

You and Abby. She seems to notice too, because she’s whispering “looks like you’re stuck with me for a little longer.” You giggle, lightly elbowing her playfully.

In reality, you'd prefer to be with her more than anyone else.

[uh-niran-really]

I'm back again..i swear i fill up your asks box too much! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Forgive me 😔🙏

But i would like a fem reader x lw fic please 🛐

An almost break up scenario where reader gets tired of niran always being too busy to hang out with her but seemingly always have time for satya and is super flirty with her(reader knows hes flirty but she thinks its different whenever he says it to satya)

Niran begging for her to stay bc idk im sick and twisted like that 😭🙏

Fluffy-lemony ending pls where she gives him another chance and he takes her out on a super lovely date that ends with a steamy make out sesh in his car🤭🤭

Sorry this one isnt as detailed! Im cooking up another request bc im addicted to your writing istg😫🫶!!!

Fem Reader x Lifeweaver - Don’t break my heart

Content: Angst, Arguments, Fluff, Suggestive content at the end, but SFW

Word Count: 2,300+

A/N: I loved this one so much! I tried to make their argument believable when it came to Satya so I’m sorry if it’s not quite what you had in mind, but I think it would make sense given the nature of their relationship! <3 As always I hope you enjoy, and I apologise in advance for the tears lovely! It’s always such a delight to write for you!

“Why do you never have time for me!?”

“Y/N dearest, I try my bes-“

“No! You ALWAYS have time for Satya! We haven’t been on a date in two months Niran!!”

This whole argument started when Niran canceled on you for the sixth time in a row to help Satya with a project. It stung. You knew they were close, it didn’t bother you at first but now it’s like you are second best to her. Your own boyfriend chooses her over you almost every single time.

“I.. I’m sorry..”

“I don’t think this is working out Niran.”

“What do you mean by that?”

His face screamed fear. He was worried. Still he tried to look at it from another angle hoping and praying that you didn’t mean it like he thought you did. But you did…

“I think we should break up.”

“Oh baby no! Please!”

“You don’t love me Niran. It’s so obvious!”

Niran attempted to take your hands in his, to hold you close and tell you that you were his world. You however didn’t want him to touch you. This only hurt him further. He looked… devastated.

“I… I do love you… Y/N please.. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I do y-“

“You’re lying to me! I know you love Satya! Maybe not in a romantic sense.. but.. the way you talk to her and the way you prioritise her over me has been breaking my heart.. I’m sorry Niran but it’s over.”

“But I love you..”

Those four little words were enough to break your heart all over again. If only they felt true. You suspected that Niran probably did love you, but you couldn’t take the constant pain he put you through. He ALWAYS had time for Satya. ALWAYS.

“I don’t believe that anymore Niran.”

“Please hear me out!”

“I’m over it Niran.. Tell Satya I said hello.”

You turn to leave but he grabs your hand falling to his knees. He was incredibly saddened by your words but knew they were true. He pulled you close and rested his head against your tummy.

“Please don’t leave.. I.. I’ll try harder petal I promise you..”

“I don’t want you to try harder. I want to leave Niran.”

“I don’t want you to leave.. I don’t want Satya! I want you!”

“Sometimes.. I see the way you look at her.. and I think..”

You trail off, tears starting to form in your eyes. He looked at her like she was life itself. You knew Niran was a huge flirt, but with Satya it looked real.

“Tell me Tîi Ràk.. I can take it..”

“I think.. ‘He looks at her like she is his reason to live.. I wish he would look at me like that’..”

If heartbreak was an expression, he’d be showing it. He looked up at you with such sadness in his tear filled eyes, his lips slightly parted, quivering.

“Y/N I love you.. ONLY yo-“

“THEN WHY DO YOU CHOOSE HER!”

“She’s my best friend… I worry about her Y/N.. I love her of course I do, but it’s completely platonic.. I… I worry we’ll drift apart.. that one day she’ll feel abandoned again… I left her wãan-jai… I left her alone for eleven years.. I… I don’t want her to ever feel like that again… but… losing you over this… please… my heart can hardly take it..”

He clutched his chest, tears streaming down his soft features. He glanced down at the floor and wiped at his tears with his sleeve. He felt ashamed by it all. He had ruined your relationship over an irrational fear that to him was completely justified. Satya had suffered a great loss without him and he wouldn’t do that to her again.

“If I lose you now… Oh my darling.. I.. I can’t stand the thought…”

His eyes remained fixated on the ground, head hanging low. His hand slipped out of yours falling against the floorboards. He was crushed.

“Niran.. I don’t want either of us to hurt..”

“Am I a bad partner petal..?”

“No Niran.. I.. I just wish you would choose me for once..”

He sniffled, head lifting once more to look up at you. Then you saw it. That gorgeous look that he often gave Satya, yet somehow it was different. His eyes were full of love and adoration for you, yet he was all so sad.. He looked at you like you were his goddess.. like he was worshiping you..

“I’m sorry.. I.. I just worry.. I don’t wish to make this about her Kon Dii… really I don’t.. but.. before you go.. please hear me out.. I don’t want you to hate me..

You offered him a hand up, but he didn’t accept the hand up, too ashamed of himself to hurting you this way. Instead he placed your hand against his cheek, nuzzling into you. His tears turned to sobs. It hurt so much to see him like this.

“Satya has been… different.. She’s grown so much.. it scares me.. my reasoning for picking her has been for completely selfish reasons I’m afraid. Please don’t hold this against her Y/N she’s a good person. I… I just worry there will come a day where she doesn’t need me anymore.. and she leaves me behind.. like I left her.. I hold onto her because she reminds me of the mistakes I made.. and how I can never repeat them. But also happy times in our childhood.. I want you to know that I’m sorry.. and that I love you and that won’t stop.. I’m begging you.. from the depts of my broken heart.. please.. don’t leave me… I’m.. I’m nothing without you..”

His words felt so real. Honest. Maybe you had been a little hard on him. From the start you knew that he and Satya were inseparable. He had come clean about their history, telling you everything right away. You knew what they had was strictly platonic in every way, but it hurt that he picked her so often, but now you knew why. You drop to your knees and pull him into a warm hug.

“Don’t cry Bua.. please don’t cry.. I’m sorry for being so hard on you.”

He grips onto you and cries on your shoulder, the sound shattering your heart further. He had been going through so much pain and anguish. He didn’t blame you for being upset, you were right to be.

“I love you so much… I’m so sorry… Please don’t leave… I need you… I need you Petal.. I’m not strong enough without you..”

“I’m here Niran.. it’s okay..”

——🪷——

A few hours had passed and Niran was feeling a little better. You for the most part had forgiven him. He wasn’t a bad person, you were glad he explained himself to you, finally. He promised to take you out on a date. A lovely one that he promised you would enjoy.

“I just need to call Satya. I’m not bailing on you, I just think it’s time that I was open with her. I think she needs to hear how I feel.”

“I think that’s for the best love.”

Satya was highly confused as to why he even felt like that in the first place. Her first instinct was to actually laugh at him and call him a fool for assuming her intent.

“Honestly Niran you really are so hopeless! I don’t know how Y/N puts up with you!”

“Barely.” You laugh, teasing.

“You really should prioritise her more. I don’t have the time to entertain you daily. That’s what Y/N is for Niran. You’re with her, so you don’t have to bug me constantly!”

Niran smiles. She was right, of course she was. He felt a little better hearing his friend assure him it was okay. To anyone else she sounded hostile and cold. To him, she was telling him to not worry, and that he was silly for thinking he had to. He understood her better than anyone.

“I’m about to take her out on a date actually.”

“And I should think so too Niran!! Now please stop dragging me down with you, get a grip.”

“Love youuuuu!” He called.

She grunted and hung up on him, making him giggle. You smiled too. As things were you loved the man. He was a good friend and his concern for Satya made sense. He was worried that they were drifting apart again, and of course he would want to cling on to her. You decided to forgive him whole heartedly. He wasn’t a cheat, he hadn’t been intentionally hurtful, he was open and honest. He showed his vulnerability to you.

“Are you ready to go Pumpkin? You look… breath taking..”

Whilst he was on the phone to Satya you slipped on his favourite dress. One that had him swooning over you the first day you met. You had thrown your hair up into a neat bun, showing off your lovely collar bones.

“Thank you Bua.”

He offered you his hand and you walked down to his car. You delighted in the way he still opened the door for you every time. It was times like these you felt his love. It reminded you that things were different. Once inside the car he cups your cheek and kisses you. Nothing too wild, just a simple peck on the lips.

“Okay so now we just need to go pick up Saty- I’m kidding!!”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. Niran Pruksamanee, forever the tease. Still at least he was feeling better and you were too.

——🪷——

He took you star gazing. The night was warm and cozy. Sky as clear as glass with delicate stars dancing above them. He found a spot on top of a hill and scooped you lovingly into his arms so you didn’t have to walk up it yourself. His arms felt safe, warm. Niran had thought of everything. Blanket, food, wine. He even downloaded some romantic music on his phone. You sit snuggled up to him staring up into the star filled sky.

“I often look up at the sky when we’re apart.”

“Why’s that Bua?”

“You see the same stars I do wãan-jai. It’s comforting to think you look up when I do. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in the universe, that I have you.”

“That’s beautiful Niran.”

“Close. You’re even more beautiful than any star.”

He leans over and kisses you softly, which then turns steamy with you falling back onto the blanket, taking Niran with you. The warm air suddenly felt hotter and the sound of the gentle breeze gained the sounds of soft smooching of lips.

“I love you..”

“And I you.”

You spent the next twenty minuets laying beside Niran watching the stars twinkle, just enjoying each others company. You both needed this more than you realised. Spending time together was important for both of you.

“Look dearest, a shooting star! Make a wish!”

“I wish that no matter what, we promise to be open with each other. I wish us a long and happy relationship full of love, laughter, and romantic breath taking kisses!”

“I second that last part.”

You sipped wine and nibbled on the light snacks Niran made, chatting about good memories and silly times he had with Satya. You spoke about your own childhood and the happier times you had. You enjoyed each other’s company and the wine certainly helped you relax. Niran was responsible enough to not drink, wanting to be a safe driver, but he loved seeing you tipsy. It was quite the sight watching as your hands were all over him, trying to kiss every inch of his skin.

“Easy baby, we’re in public.”

“I just want a kissss!”

“I’d love a kiss from you my dear, though I fear your definition of a kiss and my definition of a kiss may differ right now.”

He was trying to be respectful not wanting to take advantage of you in your sweet tipsy state. He was all too happy to give you all the kisses you could ever want, he just feared that one kiss would turn into something akin to ripping each other’s clothes off. He never was that good as resisting you.

“Noooo!” You protested.

“Let’s get you back to the car my love. It’s getting late.”

He packed everything up and offered you a hand up before rolling the blanket away. You both looked up at the stars again, loving their soft illuminating hue, before heading back to the car. Just like before he carried you down the hill so lovingly in his arms whispering how much he loved you. How he wouldn’t change you for the world. Once inside the car you decided that you didn’t want to wait anymore and that you were tired of waiting.

“Kiss!”

“Oh my baby, are you demanding I kiss you?”

“Yes! Kiss!”

“You’re very cute when you drink dear, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Kisssss!”

“Oh alright.”

He captured your lips in a hungry kiss. He too had been wanting to kiss you. It was quick but left you wanting more. You fumble, trying your best to lean over and kiss him again but cars were such awkward spaces. Still you managed, slipping onto his lap, straddling him. Your dress had ridden up to your thighs and he got the perfect view of your cleavage.

“Oh aren’t you just a treat.”

“The sweetest!”

“Mmmm I would have to agree with you darling. All for me.”

He leaned into your lips catching you so off guard with the kiss. His greedy hands holding your hips as his tongue roams your mouth. You tasted so sweet from the wine, felt so good against his body. So perfectly his.

You wiggled your hips softly teasing the man, earning a pleasant hum from his lips as he broke the kiss.

“Can you wait until we get home?” His eyes filled with burning desire for you. Your eyes were half lidded and your smirk was lustful.

“You have a back seat for a reason Niran.”

[en-vys]

ayato - doll

summary : when baizhu tells qiqi to give you your medicine she mixes it up with an identical bag containing a potion, ultimately turning you into a doll. a very cute one in fact..

warnings : not proofread, sfw, fluff, yelling, medication, thoma being clueless, smelling idk.

GREAT NOW how could you tell ayato about how you ended up like this…

“qiqi, can you send mrs. kamisato her medicine. It should be in the brown paper bag.” baizhu said, not looking up from his paperwork. qiqi nods as she lends an outstretched hand, “your medicine ms. kamisato.” “mrs!” baizhu says from the back. you giggle, “call me ms. or mrs. qiqi. do not worry” you smile as she hands you a brown paper bag.

“baizhu! this is my new medicine right?” you say, covering qiqi’s ears so your yelling could be muffled. once your hands were off her ears she asks, “why did you cover my ears?” you simply smile and say, “so i don’t startle you with my yelling.” patting her head as you left.

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back at the kamisato place, ayato was stressed he couldn’t stop pondering as to what took you so long to get back… i mean baizhu was in town… and normally he’d have your medicine shipped, so what in the world took you so long to get back? his head snapped the other way as he heard the door slide. run-walking towards the front of the estate, hoping to see- “oh thoma. it’s just you.” the poor lavender eyed man seemed hopeless without you around.

he couldn’t function well from a distance, sure before he was wed to you he could live on his own, with ayaka, and thoma. but you gave his life a purpose besides working as a commissioner and being head of the kamisato clan. “oh wait, do you know where my wife is?” ayato asked thoma grabbing is shoulder, “no my lord, although she should’ve arrived 10 minutes ago.” thoma throws a thumbs up.

ayato approaches your office, sliding the door open. to see a small ragdoll, that looks suspiciously like you… horrifically detailed.. “ayaka?” ayato questions, before stepping in to craddle the doll. “hello there. you look just like my beautiful wife.” he takes a whiff of you before continuing, “and.. smell like her too..” he smiles looking at the doll once more. “but you’re not her.” he tosses you aside onto the bench by your desk, covered in throw pillows.

you tried to move, wiggling your raggedy arm around to see if it could be done. you couldn’t even make a real noise. after swinging your arm you found out you could do way more than that. you actually found out that you could stand and walk like a normal person again. you ran out of your office sprinting towards thoma.

“hel- woah! you move!” you nod your limp head as you tug on his pant leg. pointing towards your office and back at yourself. “you want to go in there?” he laughs. “not even my lord lets me go inside of his wife’s office.” he could see your stitched mouth frown. “well hey. don’t be sad.” he says while you dash towards your office, emerging with a picture of you and ayato on your wedding day.

“the mistress? she needs to come back from fetching her meds.. i offered to get it like always, but she was too stubborn and left to go to doctor baizhu herself.” shaking your wobbly head you pointed at yourself and you in the picture. “you want the dress? hah! i donmt know if they have it in your size little one.” his laughs, attract ayaka’s attention. “who are you speaking to thoma?” she questions as she looks toward the man.

“i don’t see who you are speaki- oh! hello there, you look like my sister, or my brothers wife.” you thought for a moment you pointed at yourself and the picture once more. swishing your arms back and forth indicating you were the mistress. “say. thoma.. y/n hasn’t come home yet.. has she?” “no. she hasn’t.” ayato says looking as if hes lost another messenger boy. “my dear hasn’t come home yet and i’m without a clue of what to do without her.”

he slumps down onto his mat, his light cotton candy blue hair trickling down a side of his face. “my lord!” thoma yelps, as ayaka reaches an outstretched hand to block thoma from rushing into things. “are you.. y/n?” ayaka says snapping her fingers while smiling. nodding your head up and down, ayato faces you. “i saw that doll awhile ago. she was on y/n’s desk… slumped in the chair. and hey why is that thing moving is it encha-”

“no dear brother. we must call mr. baizhu now.” he should know how to cure this… this.. potion!”

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“oh dear. qiqi. when you gave ms. kamisato her medicine did you see another identical looking bag?” “mrs.” “now qiqi. i need you to think long and hard about what could have possibly happ-” “I saw two brown bags. i handed one to mrs. kamisato.” qiqi says, her stare boreing into the back of baizhu’s head. “did you read the names?” “there were no names sire.” baizhu scoffs, and says “qiqi i put nam-” ayato barges in a vengeful look in his eyes. “well? do you know how to fix my wife? i need her to be fixed by the end of the day so i can give her a very much needed gift… if yo-”

baizhu nods as he continues to interrogate qiqi. “i have the bottle she drank of!” thoma smiles, handing the midway full bottle to a relieved baizhu. “thank you thoma. and qiqi apologize to mr, kamisato. you have worried him dearly about his wife, and may i have a moment of privacy. ms kamisato will be transforming to her normal self very shortly.” as he closes the doors, qiqi nods, turning to ayato, she bows towards him as a sincere apology.

ayato trying to push her back to her standing position “no need for this qiqi… you were just trying to do your job sweetie.” you say, emerging from the sliding door. a very touchy ayato jumping on you. “my love! oh how i’ve missed you! thank you, very much baizhu! ” “you called and i answered. i am at your service my lord.” baizhu takes his leave, qiqi following close behind turning around so she may bow to you.

“my love! i missed you so much! how i wish you were to come back to me!” ayato says, his breath streaming down your neck. “did i hurt you when i threw you to the side?” you shook your head, trying to stand up to thank ayaka for figuring out what you were saying, but the lavender eyed man wouldn’t budge. he just held you, whispering how much he was sorry and how he couldn’t function well without knowing that you were safe in his realm.

“i love you, my muse, my everything.”

[himbofan]

So Kiss Me

Okada Izou X Reader one-shot

hiiiiiiiiiii i've actually been sitting on this one for a while and finally mustered up the courage to post!! idk how many fate fans I have following me but I love this man too much to not post

this is extremely self indulgent and sappy :3c i just wanna smother this man in adoration and love <3333333

this takes place in an unspecified grail war where izou is your servant!

cw: gn!reader, alcohol/drinking mention, kissing, hand holding, fluff, tipsy confessions, sfw

characters: okada izou (fgo)

wc: 1.5k

“Whadda I tell ya Master, no one can defeat the greatest man-slayer of Bakumatsu!” Izou cheerfully proclaimed while pouring another glass of sake, face already flushed from the previous rounds of drinks. 

“Of course,” you smiled warmly, “I know your talent well, Assassin.”

Both of you were celebrating a recent victory on your couch, sake bottles and various snacks strewn about the coffee table in front of you. It was a bit into the evening, overhead lights turned off in favor of a few lamps strewn about the living room. The radio hummed quietly across the room as you poured yourself a drink. 

Izou downed his glass with great fervor, placing the empty cup on the table as he gazed over towards your form. You were smiling that beautiful smile with a fondness in your eyes that he wasn’t used to. He never understood why you treated him so well, after all when he was alive he was treated simply as an object of violence. 

“Say Master, why aren’t ya scared of me? I thought man-slayers were fearsome creatures that everyone hated.” he spoke with an uncharacteristic softness as his golden gaze bored into the empty sake glass. 

You tilted your head to the side as you pondered, “Hmm, well I suppose I was a little frightened at first, but that was mostly ‘cause I was nervous to make a good impression.” you giggled. 

His eyes widened, no one had really ever cared what he had thought or believed before. It was astonishing to believe that the Master that summoned him valued his opinion so much that they would be self-conscious. 

“Y’know, I was never too fond of Master-Servant relationships, ‘was betrayed too many times in life by those above me.” 

The expression on his face was mixed as he spoke, pouring another glass while avoiding eye contact with you. “They saw me as a pawn that they could toss when they were done.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll stick by you ‘till the end.” you responded, reaching out your glass to him. 

The corner of Izou’s mouth tugged up into a smile as he returned the gesture, clinking your glasses together. 

“Besides, I really like talking to you, and I think you’re a good person at heart. You just weren’t given the time to show it.” you added quietly, feeling your face heat gradually as you spoke. 

Izou’s face turned pink as you laid your feelings on the table, mind racing as he processed the implications of your words. He turned his face to the side so you couldn’t see the blush growing over his cheeks, “W-well, all I can do is kill people,” his head lowered as his tone became melancholy, “that’s about all I can really do for you, Master.” 

You shook your head viciously, “That’s not true at all! You can do so much more, I know it.” Your gaze flickered to his large hand on the couch, distracted by the thick veins running up his toned forearms. 

“Also, please just call me (y/n), Master just doesn’t feel right after all the shit we’ve been through.”

“Well okay, then (y/n),” Izou smiled slightly as your name rolled off his tongue, it felt so natural and right. “But I’m serious ya know, I’m just a killer, and not a very bright one…” he mumbled.

You snuck a glance to the servant sitting next to you. 

He looked absolutely stunning, with his wavy black hair released from its usual ponytail allowing it to fall over his broad shoulders. His yukata was looser than normal, giving you a slight peek at his toned chest. 

With the alcohol giving you extra courage, you took a breath and reached for his hand to place yours on top delicately. 

He seemed to flinch at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away, his face only growing a deeper shade of red. 

“Mas- I mean (y/n), yer gonna give a guy the wrong idea if ya do that...” 

You looked him directly in the eyes and responded firmly, “You’re more than you make yourself out to be, I’m dead serious.”

Your fingers curled tighter around his hand as you scooted closer, legs almost touching. “And… what if that idea isn’t wrong?” 

You felt his hand tremble as he slowly faced his palm upwards to lace your fingers together, his face and ears now fully engulfed by the blush. The room grew hotter, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the sake. 

“Ya serious?” he breathed shakily as he mustered up the courage to turn towards you fully. 

You nodded while your stomach did somersaults, biting your lip before mustering up the courage to ask “Can I… can I kiss you?”

His brain had now fully short-circuited as the words left your mouth, unable to tear his gaze away from your adorable nervous expression. “I-I uh um, I mean, yeah. Uh yes. Please.” he stumbled over his words. 

Your lips met in a shy, soft kiss, the thundering of your heartbeat in your ears drowning out the radio across the room. You felt like you were ascending in joy, the only thing that kept you grounded was the tickle of his stubble against your face. 

His hand slowly came up to cradle the back of your head to deepen the kiss, which you took as an invitation to wrap your arms behind his neck. The taste of sake and magical energy danced between your lips as your bodies drew closer with you on top of his lap. You felt large hands snake hesitantly around your waist, as if he was scared he would break you. 

As you pulled back slowly, you savored the image in front of you. 

His face was fully flushed, with a soft emotion in his eyes that you’d never seen before. 

You giggled as you brushed his bangs behind his ear so you could see both of his golden eyes. “You’re so cute Izou, how could I not fall for you?” 

The assassin almost looked like he was about to cry, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he fully tightened his muscular arms around your waist. 

“God, ya can’t say stuff like that to me.” he murmured in your neck. 

“My heart can’t handle it.”

You carded your fingers through his wavy locks as you hugged him closer. He seemed to lean into your touch, eyes closed in pure bliss as you played with his hair. He had never felt this safe and loved in his life, and the foreign feeling almost frightened him. 

You leaned to press a soft kiss on his forehead, “Well that’s too bad, you’re gonna have to get used to it.” you grinned. 

Izou was in pure heaven, sake and snacks long forgotten on the table as he melted into your warm affection. 

“Let’s jus’ stay like this forever.” he mumbled. 

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

-

You groggily opened your eyes as beams of light shone through the blinds. The sun shone across the glass of the sake bottles, sending rays of colorful light bouncing around the room. 

You felt the steady rising and falling of a chest at your back while thick arms enveloped you. Izou’s body was flush against yours as his breath tickled your ear, quiet snores rumbling against your back. You simply closed your eyes as you sunk back into the couch, savoring the warmth of his body.

The assassin behind you began to shift as he awoke, stretching out a bit before snuggling you closer. 

“Mornin’…” he sighed in your ear in a groggy, husky tone. 

“Good morning Izou,” you responded, “Hey, y’know I was thinking about something…”

“Hm?”

“I think I know what I want to ask the Grail for now.”

He propped his head up on his arm and gazed down at you with curiosity as you turned to lay on your back so you could look up at him. 

“I want you to have a second chance at life. I’d wish for the Grail to give you a human body so we could be together. No more killing or fighting, just a peaceful life where we do laundry and taxes and bicker over silly things.”

The boldness of your statement caught up to you, and you began fidgeting with your shirt to avoid eye contact. “I-I mean of course it’s only if you want to… sorry if that’s too weird…”

Izou looked astonished while you spoke, brows slowly furrowing as his eyes darkened. “But, I don’t want you to waste something that important on someone like me… you could wish for anything you want.”

“But I want you, more than anything.” You faced him and placed a hand on his cheek and stroked his face, feeling the rough stubble under your delicate fingertips. 

His eyes softened and quickly filled with warmth, “Oh God darlin’, I’d love that, so so much.” he whispered, planting a loving kiss on your cheek. 

[bubblyqueer000]

Why hello! I love your writing and I was wondering If I could request SFW head-cannons with Mondo and Kiyotaka (in a poly relationship w/ reader pls <3) x TransMale! Reader who loves to wear pastel pink and cute clothes but sometimes gets bothered by other kids for it :( I almost forgot to add, non-despair au would be amazing :) have a great day and remeber to take care of yourself <3

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Mondo Owada x FTM!Pastel!Reader! x Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Hiii my babies!!! Soooo I'm back kinda. I have a few other fan fics to post throughout the next week but I can't promise that I'll post actively since I hope to use most of my time doing Ko-fi commissions if at all possible

(Please send me commissions omfg)

( https://ko-fi.com/bubblyqueer000 )

Thank you for the request 🍪 anon!! I loooove pastel fashion!! Pastel colors are like almost all of what I wear hehehe!! Also, as you all know I LOVE MONDO!!! (and taka but mostly mondo lmao) So thanks for probably unknowingly making my fantasy into a request lol

CW// Mild Transphobia, idk mondo threatens someone

♡ Mondo and Taka loved your style!! 

♡ It was the complete opposite of their styles so it was definitely a good contrast. It was so cute to them so when people started to make fun of you over it they. Were. LIVID.

♡ Mondo wouldn’t even hold back in trying to defend you and would immediately start going off and maybe even throwing hands, depending on the person. 

♡ When you meet Mondo’s gang, they absolutely adore you, and since you’re around Mondo so much you see them a lot. Sometimes you’ll go out with them all and someone may start teasing you without knowing who you’re with. 

♡ That’s when the Crazy Diamonds would step in and scare the absolute shit out of them, and make them immediately leave. 

♡ Taka honestly isn’t the greatest at defending you. He tries though!! He would never turn a blind eye to someone who picks on you but some people just won’t listen because he isn’t as intimidating as Mondo. 

♡ Because of that, Taka likes comforting you instead. He hugs you and tells you how handsome you are and how well your clothes suit you. 

♡ NO ONE GETS TO SAY SHIT ABOUT YOUR GENDER IDENTITY!!!

♡ Mondo used to be hella toxically masculine and so him and Taka admire the heck out of you for dressing however you’d like!

♡ No matter the colors you wore or the style of your clothing, Mondo and Taka always saw you as a boy. 

♡ I headcanon that they’re both really aggressive allies sometimes, even if the person asking it isn’t being insensitive on purpose.

♡ “So… If you’re a man… Why do you dress in so much pink?” Another student asked.

♡ “Well, I don’t really think-”

♡ “HOW DARE YOU ASK S/O SUCH AN INTRUSIVE QUESTION?” Taka shouted, coming out of nowhere.

♡ “YOU’D BETTER GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE BEFORE I RIP YOUR GUTS OUT!” Mondo shouted coming out from behind him.

♡ “Guys it’s not that big of a deal! You don’t have to-” 

♡ “Y/N, my dear! Are you alright! Don’t worry we’re here now!” 

♡ They’re annoyingly overprotective sometimes. 

♡ If you talk to them about it though, they’ll definitely cut it out.

♡ “I believe I can speak for both of us when I say that we can’t apologize enough, Y/N.”

♡ “Yeah… Sorry babe.” Mondo said. 

♡ “It’s okay! It’s cute to see you guys defending me so much.” You told them, while pulling them into a hug. Mondo quietly laughs and Taka grunts, not expecting the tight embrace. After a moment Taka looks down at you contently and relaxes into the hug. 

♡ “I love you both so much.” He said, pressing his face into your hair. 

♡ The three of you snuggled in bed for the rest of the night and you got to sleep right between them. 

♡ “Sweet dreams, you two.” Mondo whispered, pulling you both to his chest, as you drift into a deep sleep between the two people you love most of all.

♡ Love you guys ♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

[milky-fixx]

love bites + love handles

BLEACH; various characters x chubby!reader headcanons

ft. gin ichimaru, Izuru kira, shuhei hisagi, adult!toshiro hitsugaya

tw: 18+ not sfw. all charas are aged up. afab reader. mentions of internalized fatphobia, insecurity, in terms of gin specifically, unhealthy relationship dynamics? (sorry y/n ur man is toxic.) in izuru’s section- mommy kink,, uh lactation, death/dying kink?? idk what i have done lol.

gin ichimaru—;

He likes pet names that point out your chub and veer dangerously close to derogatory i.e. my lil’ swine, my plump dumplin.’ He means these affectionately—or at least as affectionate as he can get—but that doesn’t translate well with his permanent smile, his mocking tone. Even if they weren’t related to your size, surely his delivery would make you wonder if it was something more sinister than teasing. If you ever tell him so, he’s quick to rectify.  

“Aw, don’t get yer panties in a knot~” he says, curling his arms around you, squeezing your middle. Another thing he loves doing. Drawing attention to your gut, even if it does make you flustered. “I’m only teasin’ ya.”

Canonically, he loves Rangiku, and while his eyes are almost always closed, he’s certainly not blind to her assets. He likes someone who can fill his arms generously, who he can sink his fangs into better—it gives him the impression that he owns you more fully.

If you’re ever down about your appearance—whether it be as a result of society’s unrealistic beauty standards, a piece of clothing that just won’t sit right on your figure, whatever—he’s awful at comfort. His nature is to antagonize rather than to soothe. But if you were having an especially bad day, and were ever to ask him if he likes your body, he’ll offer you a rare, genuine frown. “���Course I like it. Why’d ya’ think I don’t?” If you were to persist, or even go down a spiral of why he shouldn’t, he’ll stop you, his icy gaze cutting through your words. “Not another peep outta ya.’” Before he distracts you. In Gin’s view, you can’t be lingering on certain topics once he’s teasing you again, right? But his teasing will have a little less bite this time, and lead its way to compliments that come across as more genuine than not.

Something Gin might do that confuses you is procuring skimpy clothes or lingerie for you, and leaving them out for you to wear. They’re often a size or two too small for you, and when you try them on, it’s nothing short of scandalous the way it squeezes into your flesh. It makes you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally, and don’t worry—he is. He’s a dick.  His reasoning though, is that he’s quite enamored by the way straps look digging into your shoulders, or garters digging into your thighs, the way you spill out generously from a too-tight corset. He’s all simpering about it too, for instance, watching you parade around Hueco Mundo or Seireitei with a low-cut outfit that leaves your curves to no one’s imagination. In his defense, he can play the role of the “concerned,” “protective" lover in public if you get flustered, dragging you back home by the waist as he tells you, “Ya’ silly thing, why’d ya’ even go out wearing tha’ kinda stuff? Ya’ know what a sight ya’ are?” Hmm, I wonder why. At some point, you can’t trust his choices, and you have to hide your clothes from his alterations. 

During sex, he likes having you on top so he can see your softer parts jiggle. He also enjoys seeing his fingerprints left on your skin, and is quite enamored with the marks tight clothing leaves on you. He may or may not pinch your fat rolls. He’s awful. You should break up with him, Y/N. If only the crazy dick wasn’t also good.

izuru kira— ;

Izuru thinks the world is a harsh and unforgiving place. The exact opposite of you and your body, and thus you become a sanctuary of sorts for him. He’s reverent—your entire body is as soft as a pillow, and he’s in desperate need of coddling from the world. What’s not to love?

Izuru especially likes running his hand along the dips and curves of your body when you’re bared before him, likening it to nature, the divine, his muse. And with him sweetly murmuring how you must have been spun from the gods’ silken hands themselves, how can you feel anything but beautiful?

Insecurities are undoubtedly a part of anyone with a body’s experience though, and if you’re ever particularly down about your appearance, Izuru is aghast. He assumes he’s at fault for making his muse think they’re unappreciated. He’ll show you some of his more, ahem, embarrassing haikus about you. If you want, he’ll even give you a mini performance, replete with his flushed cheeks, his gaze nervously darting to yours to gauge your reaction. Writing poems about you in secret is one thing, but having to perform them in front of you? If he didn’t love you so much, he thinks he could die of the embarrassment.

He accepts that there are things you’ll always dislike about yourself. If he were to list his own shortcomings, it would run miles. Izuru always lives in some kind of self-hating despair, but you—you’re his light. He hopes that by showing you how much he adores your body, you'll also come around to it.

If you’re ever pregnant and/or lactating, Izuru would love to suck on your breasts. Mommy kink confirmed. Even if the topic of trying for a baby baby has just been breached, you’ll sometimes catch him staring longingly at your breasts, before catching your eye and coughing, acting like he’s not. He’s mortified to admit just how... arousing he finds the thought of potential changes to your body.

Speaking of kinks, dying and other morbid things is something Izuru muses about often, but when it comes to you, something about these thoughts turns almost naughty. He’s embarrassed to admit it, but he thinks about being suffocated by your chest, or to suffocate with his face buried in your folds, your thighs caging his head. Sometimes these thoughts get him hard—dying is inevitable, and is a constant presence in a Shinigami’s life, but the thought of dying while wrapped up in your loved one? It’s somehow hot. Izuru is a bit too shy to mention these thoughts to you...

shuhei hisagi— ;

If you’re chubby, Shuhei finds the experience of going down on you even hotter. He’ll get nosebleeds at the thought of your thighs squeezing his head, his nose pressed into your slick folds until he can barely breathe, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he groans at the give of them. Certified sub status.

Speaking of thighs, he loves to fuck them. Something about the thought is just hot—him squeezing your thighs together, his voice husky as he tells you to keep them clenched tight for him... good, just like that. Especially so if the head of his dick peeks through between them. He can literally cum from just that, his breath hitching at the sight of his seed streaked across them. It just makes him want to lick them even more.

Shuhei also kinda—don’t let him know you’re onto him—but when he’s really stressed from Seireitei Weekly deadlines, from his lieutenant duties, from seeming to run everything on his own? If you two are sitting on the couch together, he’ll just bury his face in your chest. It becomes a habit, and once he’s gotten over his hesitation, he’ll ask you for the boob pillow. Sometimes, when he’s so tense from everything, he’ll complain this way only, into your chest where it’s muffled and he doesn’t feel quite as much of a whiner and all he can think about is how soft you feel around him. You rubbing your hand through his head and listening to him complain is a nice touch.

He really likes hitting it from the back, where he can watch your plush ass bounce when his hips meet it. Also you on top, so he can see ever part of you.

His favorite part about you is how soft you are. Your tits pressing against his chest when he hugs you, the way he can dig into the softest parts of your thighs. 

He would love it if you ever asked him to pick your outfits for the day, or week. He may not look it, but sometimes he sees a cool jacket or top that he thinks would love great on you, but he doesn’t wanna come across as  weird and tell you how to dress. But he’d jump at the opportunity. Surprisingly his eye for fashion is pretty good, and he loves to get you punk outfits that compliment his.

toshiro hitsugaya— ;

He is traumatized from Rangiku’s boob smush. That being said, he does his best to ignore said assets from anyone, even if they are noticeable.

To be honest, it doesn’t really register to Toshiro that you being fat is something you should worry or be insecure about. If you mention it, he’ll blink and be like, “Yes. Your point being?” Truly, he thinks that appearances shouldn’t matter. He’s quite defensive about it, considering how people used to judge for looking too young for a captain.

If you ever mention being insecure, he’s conflicted. He wants to tell you that you’re perfect to him and you have nothing to worry about. But at the same time, he can’t quite bring himself to admit that. Toshiro’s tendency for bluntness and raw honesty is quite clumsy when it comes to declarations of affection. So he settles for showing you instead--with a fierce kiss, his arm tugging you forward

“Don’t be stupid,” he says sternly. “You’re per--fine just the way you are.”

He does try to show you how much you mean to him. Perhaps by upping the physical affection, which is a huge deal for Mr. Frigid and Icy. He’ll initiate hugs from behind, even in public.

If you continue to be insecure, he suggests--and he means this with no ill intention--some guides and strategies for self-love and shit. He finds it cheesy but he really wants to help you, while also not wanting to coddle you? He’s definitely had to look up research guides to relationships before, so he figures that’s a place to start.

As an adult, he’s pretty lean, so he also appreciates the size difference. Toshiro doesn’t treat you differently, hauling you onto his lap in those rare moments when he’s tired from paperwork and wants a pick-me-up, and has stopped giving a damn about decorum. But just picture grumpy Toshiro, nuzzling into your chest, asking for “Five more minutes,” because the feel of being wrapped around is much better than his hand cramping from all the papers he’s had to sign off of.

Ah. I’m loving the idea of Toshiro with a fuller boo and doing cute domestic shit. You feeding him curry you made while he hugs you from behind and complains that it’s too spicy (it’s not; he just has a piss-poor tolerance for spice). Napping with Toshiro on the couch on his day off and he cracks an eye open, a small smile curling his lips at the sight of you as he wraps an arm around you. Toshiro glowering at you when he’s in the rare mood for affection and you keep darting out of his grasp, until he pins you against the counter and steals a kiss from you while grumbling, “Finally.”

Rangiku thinks you’re the cutest couple, and definitely does her best to catch you two in the act of doing, what she deems, “cute couple activities.” More than once she’s walked in on you sitting in Toshiro’s lap, not even doing anything spicy, but just playing with his hair. It’s cute. She has totally taken blackmail pics. In her defense, her taicho never looks that soft with just anyone.

Body worship is big in the bedroom. Toshiro’s cold lips trailing your skin, his gaze heated. He may not be the best with words of affirmation, but he’s content to show you like this how much you mean to him.

[i9eto]

hello i love your works sm and i was thinking maybe u could write ab fwb with xiao? :^0 feel free to ignore tho, have a great day/night ;^}

devotion

hello im back who missed me (*crowd cheers*) anyways college has sucked for me so far and then i fell into depression for like 389434973 months but im ok again now life is really crazy guys stay safe out there. UMM also idk if anon wanted it sfw or nsfw but i was in the mood to write SMUT. let me know if you want me to redo my darling <3

warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), xiao x fem!reader, dom!xiao, fem petnames (good girl, princess), praise kink, just a teeny bit of degrading kink, hair pulling, hints of exhibition kink, mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol, drunk!reader, drunk!xiao

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“well, you two have fun! i’ll send this guy home, don’t worry.” kazuha waved at you in an overly cheery manner to the two of you whilst a completely blacked out venti hung onto kazuha for dear life. you could still hear the man softly whine to his friend to wait a little longer, and that he could definitely handle one last glass of wine. all of which kazuha ignored, reminding him that he had an important presentation the next day.

you chuckled a little at their antics, waving cheerfully at kazuha. you had also planned on going home in a few minutes. you decided on finishing the leftover drinks first before letting xiao know. with the drink in your cup, you easily dunked it down your throat – you weren’t exactly a heavy drinker like venti, but you do enjoy indulging yourself in them.

a sigh left your lips as you put the glass down. you turned to look at xiao, who in return was looking at you. your eyes widened a little from the sudden eye contact, and how intense his gaze was. you could tell from the way he looked that he, too, was as drunk as you were. “you good?” you asked him, as a way to break the deafening silence that surrounded the both of you. xiao blinked a few times, before darting his eyes back to his glass, mumbling something as he shook his head.

curious, you placed your hand on his arm, “what’d you say?” you asked, raising your voice a little to fight the loud music that the bar was playing. xiao sighed, his face a little red – but you didn’t think anything of it – he was drunk, after all. he looked like he was straining, eyebrows furrowed slightly when his gaze returned back onto you. “i was saying that you look extremely fuckable tonight, y/n.”

now, you and xiao have been friends for quite some time now, maybe around 3-4 years, and you’ve been fucking each other for almost a year now, or was it a year and a half? – you couldn’t exactly recall the specifics. but to be fair, you couldn’t recall anything. not when xiao had latched his lips onto yours, almost roughly at that. you were taken aback from how bold he was, it was a big contrast to how reserved he usually is.

although this was nothing new to you, nor him, and that you’ve been having sex with him since last year, none of your mutual friends knew about your relationship. xiao had told you before that what you both shared were purely sexual; and you were totally okay with it, you weren’t exactly looking for a relationship, but xiao is extremely good at eating pussy — so why not?

you whined into xiao’s mouth as he bit down on your lower lip harshly, the sudden pain that gushed through you making your eyes water. xiao didn’t seem to care for your discomfort as he continued kissing you in a sloppy manner, hands sliding up your body to keep you in place.

you were the one that had to pull away from him to catch your breath. when your lips parted, xiao was able to notice the slight blood forming on your bottom lip, and your teary eyes. a low chuckle bubbled from the back of his throat. he brought his hand to cup your chin. xiao wiped the blood off of your lip almost lovingly, you swore you felt your heart skipping a beat. “was it too much for you?” he asked. no answer came out of you as you knew the concern he was voicing out was nothing but fraudulent, he was always like that.

you blinked the tears from earlier away, as it wasn’t enough to roll down your cheek, but it was still blurring your vision a tenfold when combined with how drunk you already were. xiao pushed the thumb on your lip inside your mouth, he really didn’t seem to mind the crowd around him – he wasn’t usually like this, always too shy to do anything like this in public. deep down you were enjoying this drunk version of xiao.

out of instinct, you swirled your tongue around his finger, slowly sucking on it and putting on a show for xiao to watch. his breath hitched only a little, barely enough for you to notice it. “if you keep staring at me like that, i can’t promise i’ll be nice later,” he muttered, removing his finger from your mouth. the emptiness in your mouth made you realised how impatient you’ve gotten, you wanted nothing more than to just get out of the place and have xiao fill you to the brim like he always does.

xiao looked around for a second, his mind thinking of something, “come here.” he whispered, taking you by the hand as you left the bar through the back door. you were met by the cold gust of wind as soon as you stepped out, the dress you had on felt way too short for your comfort now. the alleyway was empty, to your luck – but you honestly didn’t expect xiao to be this bold.

he wasted no time, immediately having your face pushed against the wall at the same time the door closed on its own. the impact to your body making you gasp in shock. “now, be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” he ordered, which you eagerly nodded to, so quick to melt into his touches. “let me hear you say it, will you be good for me?” xiao was excited; he hadn't done anything as thrilling as this before. normally, he wouldn’t have taken the risk. but at that moment? his brain was far too scrambled for him to care.

“yes! yes, xiao, i’ll be good.” you answered, just as excited as he was. he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you could hear him humming in approval of your answer. you felt his hand slowly rubbing your cunt, your body jolting slightly. it was no doubt that you were already so wet from the entire makeout session you two just had. he scoffed slightly from how typical this was for you. “you slut,” he whispered, making you whine. “what’d i just told you? shut your mouth, little whore.” he barked.

xiao pushed your panties aside in one rough movement, once again forcing a gasp out of you with how impatient he was, and how rough he was handling you. he thrusted his knee in between your thigh, purposely grazing your cunt ever so slightly, enough for you to let out a soft mewl. for a brief moment, he released you from his grip, letting you grind against him quietly as he took the time to take his undergarments off.

his cock was already hard by the time he pulled it out. he gave himself a few strokes before coming back to you, familiar hands holding you by your hip as you felt his body pushing against yours – the tip of his cock slightly kissing your entrance. “you feel that?” he asked, his voice so quiet and low. you nodded your head, “i do,” you replied, breathless from the adrenaline. if it wasn’t for how firm he was holding you, you would’ve fucked him yourself.

“you’re dripping, you know that? i’m barely touching you.” he chuckled mockingly, you could feel his breath fanning against your exposed skin. “xiao, p-please, quit the teasing…” your voice was soft as you pleaded, desperately trying to move your hips for some friction, “patience, princess. i’ll give you everything you want,” he responded, his mouth finding its way on your exposed shoulder, softly biting into it.

you finally feel him pushing himself into your cunt, the lack of foreplay beforehand made you cunt squeeze so much tighter around him. you let out a high pitched squeal when you realised how sensitive you were. xiao was aware he hadn’t prepared you beforehand, and was nice enough to go slowly, although it was torturous for both you and him, as you were forced to feel the way every single vein he had on his cock stretching you out in a slow, slow pace.

your gasps and squeals turned into moans shortly after whilst your hands desperately flailed around in an attempt to find something to grip onto for support. “x-xiao…” you moaned, helpless from his size and how big he was stretching your walls. his bite on your shoulder became harder as he was close to bottoming out; which resulted in you biting your own lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain — both from being stretched out and from the bite.

xiao bottomed out eventually, leaving you breathless as you try your hardest to adjust to the size of his cock. xiao let you get accustomed first, he didn’t have any intention to hurt you, after all. one of his hands reached out to hold yours as a form of comfort for you as he waited patiently, observing your body from behind.

his mouth found its way to your neck, leaving trails of kisses onto it for the meantime, your perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol turning him on even more. the sound of his sloppy kisses did wonders to you, “you always smell so nice,” he mumbled through kisses, nibbling onto one spot. “were you trying to get me to fuck you, you fucking slut?” you feel his breath getting heavier the more he left marks around your neck and shoulders, annoyed with the lack of response from you, he thrusted once into you. the sudden motion making you moan. “not answering me? fine. i’ll fuck the answers out of you.” he grunted, he pulled out almost entirely before thrusting his entire length back into you.

xiao’s thrusts at first were bearable – slow and sensual, he made sure you felt him moving inside you. it gradually became faster as he started to lose his patience. you couldn’t blame him; your cunt was clenching hard around him, sucking him in greedily, he couldn’t get enough of it.

the empty alleyway was filled with the sounds of skin slapping onto each other, and the sound of your moans. you knew you should be more cautious with the sounds you were making, but xiao made it hard for you to even come up with any coherent thought. all you cared about was how full his cock made you, and the only thing you seem to be able to mutter was his name.

xiao loved the way you were helplessly calling out his name, knowing that he was the only thing in your mind as he fucked you stupid — but it’d be a shame if somebody found you two like this. “shh,” he whispered, one hand softly caressing your hair to help you calm down, you managed to come back to your senses — albeit a little. you brought a hand to your mouth, cupping it so you wouldn’t make any more loud noises.

a smile crept onto xiao’s face as he watched how obedient you were, “just like that, so obedient for me,” he cooed, giving you one rough thrust as a reward. your eyes rolled back from how good it felt. “you like that?” he asked, which you nodded to very eagerly. xiao let out a soft sigh, bending you down before he continued to fuck you as hard as you want, taking note of the way you moan and grunt. the new angle making you see stars with how deep xiao was fucking you.

his free hand made its way to your cunt, rubbing onto it as he looked for your sensitive bud to throw you over the edge. he could tell you were drawing close to your orgasm from how hard you were clenching around him. xiao was growing close too, his thrusts becoming sloppier as the time passed.

he gave your clit a hard pinch as soon as he found it, which earned him a muffled scream from you. the way your pussy clenched harder around him for a split second made him smirk. with his index finger, he started rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, your body jumped slightly from how overstimulated your clit felt.

your hands fell to your thighs to grip on it to make sure it doesn’t give up on you. “xiao– please…! hah! xiao, i’m cumming!” you squealed, tears rolling down your cheek as you desperately wanted to reach your high. xiao could feel himself cumming too, out of habit he gripped your hair, pulling it towards him, making your back arch.

the slight change of angle hit you right where you needed him most, your mouth falling open as you moaned for his name, cumming all over his cock. the tightness around his cock as you gushed all over him managed to send him over the edge. “fuck!” he grunted, his mouth once again latching onto your neck, biting down hard to muffle his moans. you could feel his cock twitching in you, before finally releasing his cum deep inside your cunt.

the grip on your hair was released, which made you stumble forward while xiao gave you a few more deep and slow thrusts as he tried calming down from the high he just experienced before eventually stopping. his cock remained in you for a moment while he was catching his breath.

you started to whine as he removed himself from you, your cunt clenching on nothing. xiao could tell you were still in a subspace. he turned you around slowly, kissing your cheek once again as he helped you calm down. “it’s alright, y/n. you did great, good job,” his voice soft as his fingers removed strands of hair from your face.

for a split second, he thought of how stunning you looked — that was the first time he had ever perceived you as such — only ever looking for you for sex. he was surprised himself. sighing softly, he whispered to you – almost lovingly, “let’s get you home.”

[fatuifucker]

PAIRING = scaramouche x gn reader

SUMMARY = (genshin kakegurui au) how are you on a first name basis with his sister when you don't even call your childhood friend by his first name? well, scaramouche is not letting you leave until you say his name. (based off this video)

WARNINGS = kinda ooc scaramouche, spoilers for inazuma archon quest, suggestive content, scara calls reader "pet", reader calls scara "master", shogun's name is shouko in this au while scara's is kunihiko

W/C = 0.9k

A/N = this could fit into my kitsune au or maybe even another type of secretary! reader x scara dynamic but kakegurui au has been gripping my mind lately. also idk why this took so long for me to write, I need to get used to writing sfw again me thinks...

“Master,” you bow before entering the room. “Mistress Baal requests for your presence. Shouko is busy dealing–”

The young master clenches the chips in his palm. “What did you call her?”

He slowly turns around and you still upon gazing into his eyes. Your ability to recognise the slightest shift in Scaramouche’s unpredictable mood is a skill you hold great pride in. But anyone could see the storm rising in that hypnotic indigo ocean.

“Oh, forgive me for my presumptuousness,” you quickly dial back on your words. “I have been busy assisting the Lady these past week. I seem to have become accustomed to addressing her in such an informal manner.”

He blinks, his expression changing to one of confusion then to suspicion. “She allows you to address her by name?”

“Yes? And no?” You laugh, deciding to drop the politeness. “She said I was allowed to call her ‘Shouko’ during the duration of a gamble we had but I got too used to it so sometimes it still slips out. I’ll break the habit soon, don’t worry! I’ll make sure I don’t say it in front of other students.”

“Pfff, I don’t care about that.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, placing his chips on the table. His steps are heavier than usual, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he latches onto your wrist and squeezes it. “You know what I do care about? Let me think…oh yes! Maybe, when my childhood friend suddenly addresses my sister by her name when you don’t even call me by my name anymore.”

Oh, that’s what it is? Your lips curl as you open your mouth to explain yourself but he didn’t give you an opportunity to do so. In a second, you hear the door slam behind you and suddenly, your back is against its wooden frame. He leans in close to you, caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

“Have you become that close to her in a week?” His warm breath tickles your face.

“N-no Master, it’s…” Your voice cracks so you swallow before trying again. “Master, it’s really just–”

He hushes you, grabbing your chin and rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. “You know…I really, really don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.”

His electrifying gaze punctures through you, the sharpness further accentuated by his seemingly disappointed yet bored expression. His eyes acutely observe you, observing your every movement from the way you shrink under him to the way you tug on your uniform. You feel like you can’t even breathe.

“You know, I also gave you permission to address me by my given name when we’re alone,” he whispers into your ear. “And that was a long time ago. Much longer than that when you had that bet with her.”

“Yes, I do remember that.” You flash a bittersweet smile. “But that was when we were kids. Your mother once told me I needed to be more professional. Now I guess I have become used to addressing you by your title.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And yet you call my sister by her first name.”

You stay silent.

“Say it. Say my name.”

Your mouth opens in an attempt to fulfil his request but you immediately close it. It sounds so simple, and it is. If it was you in the past, you would have easily fulfilled it, maybe even donning a proud grin as you cross your arms. But a request that once was just part of your daily life, something that was natural and easy to you, became a high hurdle as a result of work and time.

“Master…Mistress Baal–”

Your breath hitches as he further lessens the distance between the both of you. “You’re not escaping this. I won’t let you go until you say my name.”

It is as if all the moisture in your mouth evaporated. It feels like it takes significant effort to gulp down your spit. Looking into his eyes, much less his face has become an impossible task. But you still feel his gaze piercing through your skull. He is waiting. Mistress Baal is waiting as well and he’s not leaving the room until you do what he asks.

“Ku…”

Scaramouche lifts your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Ku?”

“Ku…” Your lip trembles as you exert all your willpower to whisper his name. “Ku-Kunihiko…”

“Hmm, good pet.” He smiles at your obedience. “Say it again for me.”

“Kunihiko...”

“Again.”

“Kunihiko.”

“More.”

You shut your eyes as his lips brush against yours. Your quivering hands make their way to his suit vest, clinging onto it as you melt into the kiss. Now that you think about it, it’s laughable how you two have done this millions of times yet saying his name sounds so strange to you. He tries to deepen the kiss but your heart races upon remembering what you came here for.

Knock, knock

“Master Kunikuzushi, [Name]? Mistress Baal is waiting for the two of you.”

Scaramouche clicks his tongue and you can tell he is about to curse at the maid before you quickly place your palm over his mouth.

“Our sincerest apologies for the delay. We’ll be there soon.” You turn back to your master upon hearing footsteps getting further and further away. “Mas– I mean, Kuni, we shouldn’t keep your mother waiting.”

“Fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes.

He finally gives you space, allowing you to breathe once more.

“But…” He smirks, planting a kiss on your forehead before patting your head. “We’ll be continuing this later, understood?”

[fictionfordays]

Domestic Life HCs

Suguru Getou x Fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of periods, affectionate Sug', kisses, piv sex, marking, light choking, use of pet names like "good girl," oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, cum, hair pulling, slight size kink, praise, creampie, Sug' is the king of aftercare istg

A/N: Mina bby, I hope these are sufficient!<3 I wanna sit on his face

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SFW

❀ He loves to be in the same room as you. You could be cooking in the kitchen, and he’s leaning against the counter waiting for you to let him taste test whatever it is you’re making as you guys chat away - though tbh he’d be the one cooking dinner. Or breakfast ;3

❀ Hugs are mandatory for him. Even if it’s first thing in the morning and you’re standing on your porch with a hot cup of coffee/tea in your hands, he’s coming up behind you and carefully wrapping his big arms around your waist, inhaling the lingering scent of your shampoo and committing it to memory (he really loves when you’re not fully awake, just a silent bliss as you both take in the sunrise)

❀ He can be a distraction. Not to the extent as a certain someone, but a distraction nonetheless. It’s cleaning day, you’re dusting the ceiling fan with music playing from the tv when he’s suddenly taking you by the hands and twirling you around the living room and singing along to whatever song started playing from the shuffle. He’ll plant playful kisses all over your face as he pulls you close to him. He walks away like he didn’t just do that (“Dammit, Sug’ I’m trying to clean!” but he just smirks at you and continues cleaning in the kitchen)

❀ He LOVES cuddling with you. He usually makes you initiate since he likes to tease you. (“Aw, ya wanna cuddle, baby? Why didn’t you just say so?”)

❀ If you’re sick, not feeling great, on your period, or whatever, prepare to be coddled. He loves you so much and he wants you to feel better! Feverish? He has a cool, damp towel for your forehead and will bring you whatever medications you need (with a glass of water!) Not doing great today? Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll make sure to get your fave snack, and your fave comfort movie queued up and ready to go. Period stuff? He’ll rub your tummy, your boobies, or your forehead if you need! (Chocolates and your go-to product will be waiting for you, too)

❀ Man loves sketching. Idk I just love the hc of him being some kind of artist. HOWEVER, don’t try to romanticize this shit bc he’s definitely a fan of horror media. He’ll draw a picture of you if you’d like, but you might not like the result. If you want something cute or nice, you may have to request it specifically. Occasionally he might draw something with you as his muse that’s actually really lovely, but usually it’s when he’s feeling a little down and looking for inspiration (“You just looked so pretty today, baby~”)

❀ I hc him to be a gift giver and an acts of service type of guy. He’ll gift you little treats or small trinkets that remind him of you, especially if you two get into an argument and he feels bad about it. He’ll rub your back, your feet, wherever you need his hands, you got it

❀ Sug’ takes really good care of his hair. His hair care routine is I M P E C C A B L E. Hair masks (the fancy ones or even diy) are applied weekly and oils (usually argan or tea tree) are used nightly. He also uses a heat protectant on the warmer days of the year. He swears by his silk scrunchie that you keep forgetting to return (he ended up buying a new one), and adores his silk pillow case. He’s very insistent on you doing his routine with him, or even for him when he’s feeling lazy. He just loves when your fingers massage his scalp and when you gingerly comb through his pretty locks. He feels so relaxed when you spend this time with him.

❀ On the weekends or on days neither of you are working, you both like to laze around in bed for the morning. He loves being lazy with you but he also needs his exercise so he may go for a run or do a quick body weight work out while you’re laying in bed. If you’re not up by the time he’s finished, he’ll come wake you up with a plate of your favourite breakfast and a hot cup of coffee/tea, and leave soft little kisses all over your face until you wake up

❀ Man is so sexy and he knows it. Will wash your car for you and smirk every time he catches your eyes trailing his shirtless torso

❀ Enjoys singing in the shower or humming while he’s doing chores. #FACT and he has a lovely singing voice

❀ Loves to read while sitting on the balcony. If it’s too cold outside then he’ll sit near a window. But his favourite spot to read is laying on the couch with his head on your lap 

❀ If you’re tired, he’ll lay next to you and softly trace your facial features until you fall asleep. Loves staring at your face

NSFW

❀ Back to his hands, he’ll rub other places for you too. If you’ve had a stressful day, he’s carrying you to whatever comfortable surface is closest (the couch, the bed, that comfortable rug in your room?) and set you down on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He’ll nibble your earlobes while whispering praises lowly, one hand groping your breasts, the other traveling further south

❀ While it’s not his go-to, lazy sex is his favourite. He doesn’t care how you’re positioned as long as you’re both laying down, but missionary seems to be what happens the most. The intimacy and closeness really gets him. He moves slow, hitting those sweet spots nice and deep, holding you close. He likes to tell you how much he loves you right before he cums

❀ Pleasure-dom for sure. He gets off on going down on you, humping the bed while his tongue explores your folds. He groans so lowly that you almost come undone right then

❀ He loooooves going down on you, but don’t expect to finish any time soon. He can be really mean, denying your orgasm a few times, praises falling from his lips too (“Look at you, so pretty for me. You really wanna cum don’t you? Be a good girl and ask for what you need, baby~”)

❀ Absolutely loves your pussy. Will absent-mindedly rub your clit while you two are watching a movie. Or while you’re reading a book. He’ll even stand behind you while you’re washing your face. Doesn’t matter where you are, he’ll find a way

❀ Shower sex. I mean… Have you seen him??? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t

❀ He likes wrapping his big hand around your throat. You? Trust him?? Gets off on that fact alone. Plus his hand looks SO BIG wrapped around your pretty neck

❀ Loves to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your mouth is so warm and wet and inviting. The way your plush lips wrap around his thick digits and your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers while his eyes hold your gaze. You get to watch how blown out his pupils get as the tent in his pants grows bigger

❀ When he’s about to cum, he bites down on your neck or your shoulder with a deep groan rumbling from his chest

❀ Loves marking you. Bite marks, hickeys, bruises in the shape of his fingers on your hips

❀ Cumming inside of you is his favourite place to release. He just loves filling up his sweet baby, and seeing it leaking out around his cock gets him hard again

❀ Pull his hair

❀ Pull it

❀And lightly scratch his scalp. While he loves this for self-care days, it makes him groan like a desperate bitch if you do it while making out

❀ Ooh and if you scratch his scalp and pull his hair while he’s inside of you? Oooooohhhhhh boy, you’ve never heard a prettier moan come out of his mouth before

❀ Suguru is the king of aftercare

❀ He’ll lay on top of you for a few moments while you catch your breaths before getting a wet rag from the bathroom to clean you up. If it was an exceptionally messy session then he’ll carry you to the shower and give you a gentle wash. He’ll wash your hair if it needs to be washed, and he’ll gently rub soap over your skin. If it was a tiring session then he’ll lay behind you in the bathtub to clean you up

❀ Once you’re both cleaned up and in pjs, he’ll get you some water. If you fall asleep before he gets back, he’ll try to gently wake you up and make you hydrate, but if you don’t wake up then he’ll set the glass of water on the nightstand for you

❀ He cuddles you pretty tight. Even if it wasn’t especially rough this time. He’ll leave some kisses on your skin along with sweet praises and an “I love you” or two. He just wants you to know that he loves and cares about you

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ME & U - H. KAZUTORA

synopsis: Kazutora has a crush on you but he doesn’t know how to tell you

pairing: time-skip!Hanemiya Kazutora x f!reader

tw: mention of smoking, alcohol, swearing 

wc:  825 words

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note: not me treating the Haitanis as Jackson Wang is treated in k-pop fanfics lmao. kazu is an adorable dorkie who doesn’t know how to confess, while his two besties can’t deal with that anymore lmao. i love idiotic men who don’t know how to confess to their crush

in my fics the baji trio is always together, you can’t have kazu without baji and fuyu and viceversa.

idk why but i love the idea of fuyu smoking, it suits him

no proofreading

english isn’t my native language

reblogs and comments are appreciated

Kazutora hates going to college parties, not because he's antisocial, rather he is quite popular, it’s just that he doesn’t like loud music and drinking too much alcohol.

However Kazutora doesn’t mind going to parties if a certain someone goes too, someone that has his heart since the first day he entered college.

(l/n) (y/n), a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

You two share a few lectures and always sit next to each other. Kazutora doesn’t want to admit but your presence is something he always craved.

You’re so gentle and always with a smile on your face, you treat him in such a caring manner that it is hard for the dark-haired man not to fall in love with you.

Kazutora can’t help but think that everytime you are near him his day becomes better.

Tonight his two adorable roommates brought him to a party hosted at the house of two most popular guys of the college, the Haitani brothers.

“Kazutora, are you with us? Or are you still lost in your thoughts about (y/n)?”

Kazutora immediatly shakes his head, trying to hide his red cheeks, and shots a glare to Matsuno Chifuyu and Baji Keisuke, his best friends and also his chaotic and idiotic roommates.

“I wasn’t thinking about her.” 

“Yeah and I can pass my exams without studying.”

“Baji, even if you studied hard, you would still be in last place.”

“Kazutora you lit-”

“Kazutora-kun, that girl isn’t (y/n)?” Chifuyu points at a girl far from them.

Kazutora almost choked on his drink when he saw you. You look like a goddess, too ethereal and perfect for this world. The black haired man can’t understand how you can take his breath without even being near him.

“Kazutora-kun go and talk to her.” 

“Chifuyu are fucking kidding me? I can’t.”

“Kazutora, don't be a chicken.” Baji scolds him

Kazutora just sighs and sits back on the sofa, drinking his cup and observing you from afar, now you are talking with the youngest Haitani, you’re smiling and giggling at whatever that guy said.

“I really can’t understand you.” Baji says plopping next to him on the sofa.

“I stopped trying to understand Kazutora when we were seventeen.” Chifuyu explains while lighting up his cigarette.

“Very nice of you, Fuyu.” Kazutora remarks.

He almost chokes again when he sees you coming closer to him, a sweet smile adorning your cute cheeks.

“Oh Kazu, Fuyu and Kei I didn’t expect to see you here.” you chip, sitting next to Kazutora and Chifuyu.

“(y/n) you look beautiful tonight.” the black-haired with gold strands man mumbles, trying his best to not blush.

“Thank you Kazu, you also look good tonight.”

Kazutora’s golden eyes widen and his cheeks become red, embarrassed he looks away from you.

Keisuke almost rolls his eyes when he sees his friend’s reaction while Chifuyu tries his best to not laugh at Kazutora.

“(y/n) we’re going to get more beer, take care of Kazutora-kun, he’s a bit drunk.” says Chifuyu, taking the long-haired man's wrist, quickly going away despite Kazutora’s protest.

“Kazu, you should drink that much.” you say with a sweet tone, your (e/c) looking at him with worry.

Kazutora can feel himself getting more red than he already was, why do you have so much power over his heart?

You giggle seeing him so flustered, then your hand goes to his beautiful black locks and gently pet him.

Kazutora shifts his gaze towards your lips and without thinking for a single second, he opens his mouth and says.

“But I've been thinking 'bout what I wanna do wit you.”

Your eyes widen while Kazutora’s mind freezes and he panics mumbling any kind of excuse to justify what he said.

Perfect, he ruined every chance he had with you. Now you will think of him as a creep and he will never have a chance to talk with you again.

“I do too…”

Now it’s Kazutora’s turn to be speechless, he looks at you and tries to understand if you’re serious or not.

“I love you Kazu…I have loved you since we first met, when you helped me find literature’s class and offered to sit with me. You’re more special to me than you can think. I was too cowardly to confess, I feared your reaction.”

He smiles at your confession gently cupping your cheek and kisses you, your soft lips against his. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You break the kiss and your forehead touches his.

“Silly girl, I love you too and I am also a coward. I feared a rejection, I feared ruining our bond because of my selfish desire to be yours.”

Giggling you peck his lips again, then you get up and take his hand in yours.

“Where do you want to go, Kazu?”

“Whenever you want, doll. As long as it’s me and you together”

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Shortfic: Zhongli x Childe x gn! Reader (Taking care of sick reader) Poly relationship

Listen, don’t sue me. I just have so much Zhongli x Childe x reader brainrot. I just think the dynamics would be so good. Zhongli being such a daddy good caretaker and Childe being... well Childe being Childe and you in the middle of it all, LIKE WHY THE HELL NOT? Yeah idk, I’m sorry, I indulged myself.

Categories: poly relationship, protective Childe and Zhongli, worry, possessive, fluff

Warnings: hinting at sexual activities (still very SFW though), poly relationship, not tagging anyone because I’m not sure if this is your thing. Let me know tho.

Characters: Zhongli x gn! Reader x Childe

"Zhongli…" 

Childe stands in front of the man with a defeated look in his face, eyes turned towards the floor. 

Zhongli was enjoying his tea, sitting at the table, liking the peace that it gave him. With a soft 'clink' he sets his teacup down and looks at Childe, calm gaze placed on the younger man. 

"Childe, they will be fine,"

"I just don't understand what went wrong, was it too cold last night? Or were they overworking themselves?" 

Zhongli sighs to himself, standing to close the gap between him and Childe. He cups a hand around the crook of Childe's neck, thumbing gently on his jaw. 

"These things just happen sometimes, Childe. Perhaps it was something they ate, or even just a minimal change in their routine," 

"But they look like they're in so much pain," 

"I don't doubt it, their fever is at its peak at the moment. Not to worry, I've contacted Baizhu to take a look at them in the afternoon," Zhongli moves to remove his hand from Childe's neck, but the ginger haired male grasps on his wrist and stays it there. They stand in front of each other in silence, Childe swallowing the lump in his throat that had formed out of worry. 

"Although we aren't bound by a contract…" Zhongli's voice tones down to a near whisper, Childe's eyes flicker up towards his. "...We're bound by an even stronger bond. Rest assured Childe, we are doing the best that we can," Zhongli moves his hand an inch downward towards his shoulder and squeezes it, and, in a slow and comforting motion, presses a kiss on Childe's forehead. "They will be fine," Zhongli repeats in a way that gives Childe the confidence and reassurance he needs. 

The younger male takes in a big breath and sighs it out slowly. He nods and let's go of Zhongli's wrist, head turning the slightest to listen if you've woken up. 

Nothing. 

He kinda wished that you did, so that he could ask you how you were doing. If anything hurt. If you needed anything. 

"Why don't you rest for a moment, I'll check on them in the next few hours," Zhongli motions over to the tea set on the table. There were 3 teacups filled up, one for him, one for Childe and one for you. "It wouldn't do if both of you got sick now, would it?" 

Childe sighs and agrees, "Tell me if they wake up," and so for the rest of the day Zhongli stays by your bedside, changing the wet towel atop your forehead and merely watching the quickened rise and fall of your chest. Your face is flushed pink with the extra heat your body is producing, face clearly uncomfortable. 

Suddenly Zhongli understands Childe’s anxiousness. You looked as if you were about to break. Childe was wildly protective of you, compared to Zhongli who always seemed to see things in a neutral manner. Looking at your current state though, he can't help but feel a stronger need to hide you away from the dangerous world. 

Zhongli leans back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest momentarily. He had probably fallen asleep because in the next moment he hears his name on your lips. Even without opening his eyes, he knows that it’s you. He pushes himself up and comes to see that you’re sitting up as well, flush still on your face, sweat sticking to your forehead. “Y/N,” he’s a little startled, but motions for you to wait. If Childe finds out that he didn’t call him at the first moment, he’d be livid. 

The moment he steps out of the room, his foot just an inch out, Childe is up and walking towards him. “Are they okay?” he asks, and Zhongli merely opens the door wider for him. Childe becomes a literal clingy koala at the sight of you. “Y/N!!!!” and leaps forward to give you a bear hug. There’s so many things coming out from his mouth that you weren’t even sure what he was saying anymore. 

“Ahahaha…” You laugh nervously as he grips you in a tight hug. Zhongli just watches, the edge of his lips slightly upturned into a small smile. “I’m fine, Childe, I think I just need some rest and maybe something for the annoying headache I’m having,”

You pinch in between your eyebrows as Childe pulls back, smoothing your hair back and fussing over you. “Medicine, right? How ‘bout water? Do you need water?” You smile brightly at him despite the fatigue and he beams back, infinitely glad that you were awake and talking to him. He continues his line of questioning, “or maybe kisses? How about kisses? Hugs? I have plenty to give,” It was your laugh that let him know that you were feeling better, at least better than last night when he had just found you passed out on the floor. 

“Just some tea is fine,” you reply, leaning forward to rest your head on Childe’s shoulder, him wrapping his arms around you in response.

“We’ve poured you a cup of tea already, I’ll go and fetch it,” Zhongli says, opting to give the two of you some time alone, but not before pressing a kiss atop your head, just as he had to Childe earlier. 

“How do you feel? Are you in pain?” Childe yet again asks and you shake your head, “It’s manageable, don’t worry too much,” but your lover sighs and caresses your hair carefully. Zhongli comes back a moment later with Baizhu, who had arrived just as he was fetching your tea.

“Ah, Y/N, it’s a good sign you’re awake,” Baizhu smiles sweetly, much too sweet for your liking. Childe takes himself away from your bed and lets Baizhu do a complete check of your vitals and condition. He stood side by side with Zhongli, stance relaxed. 

Baizhu isn’t stupid. He knows the kind of relationship the three of you have. He’s been on house call another time for Childe who had sustained quite the injury. He saw how you worried over him, and saw how Zhongli’s expression creased into anxiousness. 

The situation was the same today. Except that you were the patient, Childe’s face was the one covered in anxiety and Zhongli… Well… He didn’t seem too bothered by the whole thing but if you looked closely, he was slightly tense than he usually was. 

Baizhu just wanted to have his fun. How far were their boundaries, really?

“How are you feeling, dear?” Baizhu asks you as you’re sipping on the warm tea. “...Tired and… a splitting headache” You put away the cup of tea with a slight sigh, still feeling your muscles cry out for help. “Is that so?” Baizhu tilts your head up to look at him, fingers under your chin, and he peers into your eyes, a tad closer than he was before.

Zhongli and Childe tense at the motion, but don’t make a move to interfere. “Just checking your pupil dilation,” there’s an undertone of mischief in his voice, though you couldn’t tell if that’s just how he usually was or…

Baizhu’s hands slide down to your arm, taking your wrist and checking your pulse. A moment of silence passes, “Just a little fast but otherwise normal,” and lets go of your arm. He prescribes a medley of Chinese herbs to be taken as tea, telling Zhongli and Childe how to prep it. He finishes his examination rather quickly, “A normal fever, if it worsens tomorrow then you should call me once again,” he takes your hand and rubs it rather affectionately. You’re a bit surprised at the action.

As if that wasn’t enough, another one of his hands cup your cheek as he gives you a quick wink, “I wouldn’t mind getting called multiple times for such a charming face like yours,” the blush on your cheeks is suddenly not just because of the fever. 

One would think that Childe would react faster to the pharmacist’s advances, but it was Zhongli who sets his hand down rather roughly on the other man’s shoulder, “Baizhu, that’s unnecessary,” The tall man says. Almost commands.

Childe was only mid step. The green-haired man chuckles, the white snake around his neck weirdly quiet today. “I’m merely examining your...interesting arrangements, they ARE a piece of art--” and the warning squeeze on his shoulder told him that he should be going. 

He chuckles again, but lets himself be led out by Zhongli. Childe takes his place next to you, the mattress caving at his weight, “...Were you blushing just now?” he accuses you, eyes squinted.

“N-No… It’s the fever…” but your stutter tells him otherwise. He raises an eyebrow in question, obviously not believing you.  

You gulp a little, “I was just caught off guard… it’s not that I enjoyed what he said…” you pout a little. Childe smiles at the cute look on your face, he was merely teasing. “Oh? Well, doesn’t matter, I’ve seen a lot more different expressions on your face than just a small blush,” there’s a quick smirk on his face and it’s here that your face turns into a tomato. You know exactly what he was insinuating. 

Thankfully, Zhongli strolls in and sees the alarming redness on your face, concludes that Childe must have said something to fluster you again. “They still require some rest, Childe, perhaps leave the teasing for a little later,” 

His tone is stern, but only because he knows you needed more sleep. Childe smiles but continues, “I think they’re just fine! See how their cute little face blushes just for me, Zhongli,” he takes your face in his hands and turns it towards Zhongli, who was...admittedly slightly enamored by the charming display.

Zhongli coughs into his hand and turns his gaze away, “Strange how energetic you are now, just a moment ago you were beside yourself with worry about Y/N,” It was your turn to tease Childe at the information Zhongli just gave out. “Oh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you so much!”

Before Childe could even reply Zhongli continues the sentiment, “Yes, he looked as if he was about to cry,”

“Th-That’s not!” Childe retracts from you, wanting to say that it wasn’t true but his words get stuck in his throat and it is now his turn to turn his gaze away in slight embarrassment. Zhongli and you snicker at his change in attitude but you were also curious as to what Zhongli was doing while you were fast asleep, “and you, Zhongli? I suppose you’re not one to worry too much,”

There’s silence on his end, with his arms crossed you can’t gauge his expression but he was having an internal battle on whether or not to tell you that he was actually just as worried. But...he had to be the strong one for the two of you. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, strolls over to you and leans down to quickly kiss the side of your lips. “I worry in my own way, dear,” The way he says dear sends shivers down your spine, and you know in your heart that he had been worried too, just toned down to balance out Childe’s anxiousness. 

Childe suddenly gets in bed with you, pulling you down for a rest. His chest is against your back, arms around your waist and mouth whispering in your ear “The two of us will always take care of you, believe me,” You smile a little and close your eyes. “I know,” just as Zhongli joins in, placing himself at your front. 

Sandwich cuddles are your favourite and although you’re very much running a fever, the warmth from them is soothing. Zhongli drapes an arm on both of you, and leans down to kiss you on the forehead, brushing away stray strands of your hair as if you’re porcelain. When he pulls away he sees the look Childe gives him. A ‘Do-I-get-one-too?’ written all over his face. 

Zhongli chuckles, leans in a little bit further to place one on the other man’s forehead, and watches the two of you drift in and out of sleep. 

It’s certainly one of the most beautiful sights he’s witnessed.

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Nighttime headcanon

Hey, this has been in my head for a few days and idk if this is in character but it needed to get out of my system so enjoy

Prompt/Idea: the character comes home late at night seeing you asleep in bed. this is just me imagining why they would be so late and how they would feel joining you so late in bed.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: None

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli, Yoimiya

Format: Bullet points / HC

Albedo:

He has been so occupied with his research that he completely forgot the time. It wasn’t until he accidentally knocked a book off the table he was pulled out of his work trance. Looking at the clock he just let out a sigh. It was already so late now and he started to feel the tiredness in his body.

So he decided to stop it for today, after all his work isn’t up to his own quality standards when he’s too tired.

When he made it back home he saw the entire flat being filled in darkness, you must have went to bed already he thought.

He was right, when he stepped into your shared bedroom he saw you laying in bed, snuggled up in the blanket, a quiet snore coming from you.

At the look of you laying in bed, looking so peaceful - albedo couldn’t help himself and smile at the view.

He was very careful to make no noise when he was preparing himself for bed, changing his usually attire for a soft pyjama you gifted him some time ago.

Albedo never cared for when, where and how much he slept (or if he slept at all). Not until you stepped into his life and basically forced him to take sleep more seriously. A part of this was that he shouldn’t always fall asleep in whatever he was wearing that day. And with that it started that Albedos dresser got various new additions for sleeping attire.

He wouldn’t care about the clothes if it weren’t for the fact that all of them were gifts from you. Although he had to admit sleeping in clothes specifically for that purpose was better than what he used to do.

As he laid down besides you, you started to shift. At first Albedo was worried he woke you, however you just rolled around to now face the alchemist, still in a deep slumber.

He looked at your sleeping face, still being smitten by your quiet snores. He knew you were a bit insecure about your snoring, but albedo had assured you even if you were louder than Klees bombs, it would not disturb his sleep.

And that was true, it was never a distraction. However being able to watch you sleep was something that could distract Albedo easily from falling asleep himself.

Nonetheless Albedo couldn’t stop his heavy eyelids to fall down and just like that he joined you in your dreams.

Diluc:

when will Diluc finally go to bed before dawn?

probably never, if he's not helping Charles at the tavern for the night he runs around protecting Mondstadt from various threats that emerge at night.

So when Diluc finally made his way into the shared bedroom after a night with either Kaeya (he somehow never misses a night when Diluc is tending the bar) or criminals, fatui or hilichurls (sometimes even all of it), he is in desperate need of sleep and seeing you

He sees you in bed, being covered up by his and your own blanket - the view makes him sigh, you always tell him how cold the bed feels at night without him

Diluc can't help but feel the guilt tugging at his heart seeing you like this, you always ask him to go to bed with you or at least to come to bed earlier than usual... he never really listens and he's sorry about it

especially knowing that you freeze without him isn't a thought he enjoys

He quickly changes from his clothes into something more comfortable for the night and joins you in bed

Diluc has to be very careful not to wake you up when he takes the blanket from you

when you start to shift he stops moving, fearing that he woke you up

you don't wake up, but feeling the warm that radiates from Diluc in your sleep you shift closer to him, taking him in your arms

Diluc.exe has stopped working

he will never get used to how you always end up snuggling up to him in your sleep

not that he is against it, the opposite he loves it... however he fears that the beating of his heart will wake you

after getting used to you, the tiredness of Dilucs body catches up to him and he slowly starts to drift away to sleep too

the last thing Diluc has on his mind while falling asleep how he wishes that he could stay like this with you for forever

Zhongli:

He spend most of the day at the funeral parlor, it was planned for him to arrive home at the usual time - but oh well, he ran into the traveller who needed help with something and before Zhongli even noticed it it was the middle of the night and he was not beside you in bed yet

when he made his way back home to you he was surprised to find you in your pyjama asleep on the couch in the living room with a book in your hand

you both had a nighttime routine and it must have worried you a lot when he didnt arrive home when you expected it from him

how inconsiderate of him, he will have to make it up to you the next day

but first he needs to get you into bed, Zhongli can't possibly let you sleep on the couch

when he layed you down onto the shared bed and went to change his clothes he heard you call out to him in a sleepy voice

"zhongli?" he comes over to you, taking the blanket and covering you with it. "hush love, I'm home. I am sorry for worrying you" he says with a soft whisper

"mmmh, glad your home" and with that slurred reply you fell back into sleep

shortly after this Zhongli joins you in bed, taking you in his arms and closing his eyes

as the former geo-archon he doesn't need to sleep, but he learned that it can be quite enjoyable - especially with you at his side

Yoimiya:

Ah, Yoimiya totally forgot the time when she was working on the new fireworks for the summer festival

when she comes home to find you fast asleep in bed she feels a bit sad, so much happened today and she really was looking forward to tell you all about it - you both usually tell each other everything that happened the day before you go to bed, so Yoimiya is dissapointed that because she didn't keep track of time that she missed that routine of the both of you

however ... Yoimiya grew up with a deaf father, so although she tries to be as quite as possible while getting ready for bed she really isn't quite, causing you to wake up the moment she joins you in bed

"Yoimiya?", you ask, voice still filled with sleep

"Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry I woke you up"

Oh well, you're awake now and asking why she came so late and how her day was... you didn't get all of it, sleep still pulling you back from time to time, but the sound of Yoimiyas voice telling you about her day and all the new fireworks, it really makes you feel happy

Yoimiya notices how you switch from being half-awake to asleep until you finally fall asleep for good. With a smile she cuddles you, happy that she was able to share her day - though tomorrow at breakfast you will have to tell her everything about your own day

[sluttbuttsstuff]

For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

No problem buddy, thanks for the request! >:3

Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

Also, my requests are still open, if anyone else is interested!

Enjoy!

Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

...

Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Heartbreak Ave.

When they’re in love with you but you have feelings for a different member (Hyung line)

→ tags/warnings: SFW, angstyyyyy (like, I’m sorry but at the same time I wanted to write something sad), no, there’s not a happy ending really idk so read at your own heart’s risk, but like really. I was listening to “Manos de Tijera” while writing this so it’s a wee bit heartbreaking

→ a/n: I don’t really write reactions very often but this seemed fun when @sierra-fics​ brought it up! I actually have one of your suggestions in my drafts, just haven’t finished it up yet. Thanks for the push, though! I love exploring different styles!

read the maknae line version here!

Kim Seokjin

he’s not surprised

it’s probably the worst part for him, the fact that he’s not surprised when your eyes light up as Taehyung waltzes in the room. 

he had been in the middle of plucking up the courage to invite you to try out that new Thai restaurant you’d been chattering about when Tae walked in

and you tried - you really did - to pay attention to what Jin had been saying, but you faltered a bit as Tae greeted you warmly and plopped down beside Jin

and Jin just watched, not surprised. 

although what does surprise him is how much it hurts

that pain where your heart literally, physically hurts? it’s an exquisite pain, one that takes his breath away

and it doesn’t go away

it doesn’t fade

so he ends up in Namjoon’s studio later that night, and Namjoon knows to wait for him to open up

Jin just stares for a while, blankly at the wall

“Does Tae like her?”

Namjoon already knows who he’s referring to. He’s known about Jin’s helpless crush on you for ages, he knew before Jin himself figured it out

but it’s the way that Jin asks the question so softly, so carefully, that Namjoon realizes with a start that this is so much more than a crush

and Jin looks at him, misery clear in his eyes but also clear resolve visible  even as unshed tears glimmer 

“Would you really let her go?” Namjoon counters gently. Because he knows. He knows that if Tae got the green light, you'd be swept up in a matter of seconds.

and it’s the way that Jin stares down at his feet, and the tears begin rolling down his cheeks, that has Namjoon sick to his stomach

Jin nods, and when he speaks, his voice shakes but he sounds so earnest that it breaks Namjoon’s heart

“I’d do anything for her.”

no words are exchanged after that for a long, heart-wrenching moment. it’s just Jin, staring down at his feet and quietly sobbing, and Namjoon, pulling him into an embrace. 

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

it’s surprising to Jin, just how much that soft phrase cuts through him. It sounds so final. 

because at the end of the day, it’s the only solace that can be offered to him. 

he lost. 

he loved, and he lost.

Min Yoongi

you’re sitting beside him in his studio when the realization hits him like a freight train

sprawled sideways in your designated swivel chair while you stifle a yawn and rub your eyes, Yoongi wonders when he let his emotions get so out of hand

because you’re offering him a shy smile and asking him a question that he numbly answers, but on the inside he’s a total clueless mess

when did he fall in love with you?

it’s something that will haunt him long after you leave that night, rushing out when you get a call from Hobi

for the second time that night, he’s hit with another realization

he’s still reeling from the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you, so when you gasp and grin when your phone light up with a call, he falters

it’s like being doused with a bucket of ice water, the way you whisper, “oh, it’s Hobi!” and politely ask if you can take the call before rushing out into the hallway

“oh,” he mumbles to himself as the door closes. “it’s Hobi.”

and he laughs. 

quietly, darkly. he laughs to himself, at himself, whatever. 

because of course it’s Hobi. his best friend, his vitamin. you two deserve each other. of that much he’s certain. 

he doesn’t waste too much time feeling sorry for himself; he’s logical enough to see that you two are probably a better match. it’s nothing personal.

so why does he stay in his studio all night, ignoring any calls or messages sent his way?

he’s not sure when he fell asleep, but next thing he knows he’s sprawled out on his little couch and you’re gently shaking him awake

“Yoongo? Did you stay here last night?”

his eyes crack open at the sound of your voice, just enough to be met with your sweet smile

and he, in his half-asleep state, smiles back. he reaches one hand up to gently brush back a strand of your hair, and he swears you lean into his touch

and when you mumble something about Hobi bringing breakfast up, Yoongi is hit with the third realization in less that twenty-four hours.

it’s startlingly simple: 

he wants to cry. 

so he excuses himself to the bathroom, and cries. sets a five minute timer so nobody gets worried and comes looking for him, and allows himself that time to cry. 

then, with machine-like precision, he washes his face and puts some eyedrops in, and goes back out to pretend like everything is fine.

and whenever Jin or Taehyung bring up acting, Yoongi knows. He knows, deep down, that he’s the best actor of all. 

because he still loves you

and you will never know.

Jung Hoseok

hobi has never been the most forthcoming with his emotions

he keeps them on lockdown

monitors them with military-like focus

so he knows the exact moment he begins developing feelings for you

(it’s when you brought Bang PD a bouquet for valentine’s day, just to make him blush)

and he knows the exact second when he fell in love

(it was when, after a grueling day at work, you silently walked through his door with his favorite goodies and left without a single word)

(you were wearing a yellow cardigan that day)

(he’s never looked at the color yellow the same way)

if he’s completely honest, he’s sometimes trying so hard to stay on top of his own feelings that he forgets to watch out for where your attention may be drifting

to be fair, you kept your own little crush on Jimin a secret

so when Hobi decides to get over himself and just shoot his shot, he decides he’s all in

and when you arrive at his apartment that night for a movie, you’re shocked to see a bouquet of yellow flowers in Hobi’s shaking hands

“hey” he breathes

you stare at the flowers, then at him

“hello...?” then, with a sinking felling, you point at the flowers. “are those for me?”

hobi smiles broadly. “yeah, they are.” and he hands them to you, allowing his fingers to brush up against yours 

it’s electrifying, that small touch

and again, he’s so focused on how electrifying it is that he misses the way you look like you might be sick

pale face, concerned expression

he misses it all, because he’s so nervous but so stupidly in love that he’s just barreling ahead.

gotta get this out of the way

ugh, feelings

and so when he leads you to sit with him out on the balcony, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with wonder in his eyes

and that’s when he notices the way you’re fiddling with your bracelet

not a problem, except for the fact that it’s the one he saw Jimin carefully choosing from an online collection

so when you keep fiddling with the bracelet and avoiding Hobi’s eye contact, he gets it

he takes a long look at all those emotions he keeps in check, and allows himself a moment of self-pity before reaching out and laying a hand atop your own

you immediately stop fidgeting and look at him with wide eyes. he can see with a pang how you’re trying to come up with the best way to let him down easy

so he does the job for you

“I just wanted to say thank you for the other day,” he says, forcing a light tone. “when you brought me those goodies after work. It really meant a lot.”

you blink, confused. “Oh. uh, you’re welcome.”

“and,” he drawls, a well-rehearsed smile clawing its way onto his face, “I wanted to snoop and get the inside scoop about Jiminie. I know he got you that bracelet. did he finally cave and confess to you?”

you look shocked, but you burst out into relieved laughter. “how did you know?”

he didn’t. “how could I not? he’s absolutely whipped.”

and you blush under the stars and begin to ramble, lost in your excitement and joy. 

and Hobi watches. smiling. supportive. laughing at the right spots and asking all the right questions. 

later, when you give him a tight hug and thank him for the fun night, he lets the words sting as you call him “such a great friend.” he lets them sting, relishing in the pain. 

he reminds you to take your flowers home, and you begrudgingly admit that they’re your favorite type of flower. 

he didn’t know. but that hurts, too. the fact that he got it right. 

Hobi never looks at the color yellow the same way again.

Kim Namjoon

he’s told you he loves you a million times now

every night, in every dream, he tells you how much he loves you

adores you with everything he is

you manage to find your way into his music, his musings, every piece of artwork he comes across

he's never been like this before

never, he’s sure of it

and everyone knows, except for you.

it becomes a strange game for the boys to play, dropping hints at every opportunity, laughing at your confused expression

Jungkook and Taehyung especially enjoy the chaos that they create, making Namjoon groan and grow embarrassed

but you have no idea

or are you just willfully ignorant?

all Namjoon knows is that he’s swimming in his feelings for you, completely lost and on the verge of drowning

but, oh, what a way to die

he’s never been able to stop himself when it comes to you

and he considers himself rather disciplined, but the way you make him feel he could throw caution to the wind and give it all up

so when you end up staying late one night at the apartment, the boys manage to convince you to stay

“there’s plenty of room” Jungkook muses, feigning deep thought. “besides, it’s too late for you to drive back tonight. just stay.”

and while Namjoon wants to kill them all for the way they offer up his bed to you, he thinks he might actually die when you reluctantly agree with a yawn

he knows he should offer to take the couch, but something stops him

it’s like he physically can’t

“I don’t mind sharing the bed” you state, squinting at him while wearing his basketball shorts and oversized t-shirt. 

you look adorable. he’s unsure of how he’s even functioning right now, to be honest. he’s melting.

“just keep your snoring in check, loser”

and he’s back to laughing, turning off the light and hopping into bed

you’re so far away

why are you so far away?

“hey” he whispers, the sound so loud in the quiet. the only other sound is the muffled voices of the other members, no doubt down in the kitchen gossiping about the events of the night

“hey yourself” you whisper back, turning to face him

he can see you in the moonlight, his eyes having adjusted just enough.

and he wants to kiss you so badly

so he smiles, heart leaping when you smile back

and he reaches out, gently tracing your jawline. 

you say nothing, heart thundering in your chest

because to be honest, you’re confused 

why is he looking at you like that?

but you don’t ask as Namjoon takes a deep breath, steadying himself before propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at you with an adoring expression

your eyes flutter closed as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, and he can feel your heartbeat racing

your reaction gives him all the courage he needs as he leans down, lips capturing your own in a long, sweet kiss

and he’s going out of his mind because he finally kissed you, didn’t he?! finally!! 

but those are your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling him in closer you’re gently pushing him away

“namjoon.”

he’s never hated his name so much.

“I’m so sorry- I- I thought that maybe-” he stutters, pulling himself upright as you do the same, and he launches out of bed, hands in his hair “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“Namjoon.” you repeat, and he notices now how utterly distraught you look. 

because you’re still confused, but there’s one name rolling around in your head even as you can still taste namjoon on your lips. 

“I...” you shake your head, unsure of what to say. “It’s just...”

and he’s looking at you with big eyes, taking in every single word you say. and you want to take it all back, want to let him kiss you until you’re breathless, but your heart won’t let you. 

“Just what?” he asks quietly, afraid of the answer. so afraid

“...Jungkook.”

two syllables, and his world comes crashing down around him. 

namjoon is silent, avoiding your gaze as he grabs one of the pillows off of the bed and a spare blanket, heading toward the door. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.”

and he’s gone before you can utter another word. 

sure enough, the boys are still downstairs, and they all fall silent as Namjoon appears, throwing the pillow down on the couch. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook asks, scrambling over. “Hyung, what happened? What are you doing down here?”

Namjoon can’t bring himself to look at the maknae, not when he can still picture how it felt to kiss you. not when those few seconds of paradise are still on his lips. 

“Didn’t wanna wake her up with my snoring.”

because how could he ever be angry at the boy that looks at him like he’s his savior?

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