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The Wedding

Today was the day. The day that was suppose to be the happiest day of mine and daemon's life, but now just feels like a another duty I must do. After the catastrophe that was laenor and rhaenyra's wedding, daemon insisted we get married right away, so here we are a month later.

I was in my chamber already dress in the traditional valyrian gown and head peice that was sent to me by daemon's brother, looking out of my wide window watching as the servants work, a feelinging of butterflies nestled in my stomach as I chew on my lip.

I don't know why I feel nervous, I shouldn't feel anything, I don't want to feel anything not after all I had to put up with daemon, not only was he persistent about the wedding but he had been constantly hovering over me like a dark cloud always raining on me. He wouldn't leave me alone. His way of showing me his here forever, everywhere I go, when I turn my head he is there, when I am coming out of my meeting he is right there waiting, even when I am taking a bath he stand there to watch like some creeper.

Gah, it's maddening, his maddening.

Morning. Noon. And night. He is there. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't have it, I tried lying to him but he saw through it, I even started arguments to get him to leave me alone but he just fuck me and broods the next day. I'm starting to run out of ideas and about to result to murder, the man is too much I feel I am being suffocated.

"M'lady." I turn my head to look at Meleah near the door, I turn away from the window and give a small smile.

"How do I look?" I ask turning around so she could see the gown.

"Gorgeous." She said simply with a grin, I bow my head but not too much in fear that the head peice will to fall off like before and have take another hours to get back on my head.

"Thank you." She move to stand before me, she held out her hand making me put my hand into her palm.

"How are you feeling. Excited? Nervous?" She ask massaging the palm of my hand with her thumbs, I shrug my shoulders not sure.

"I guess, nervous." I look away from her and over to the tall mirror, ever since daemon propose all I could think about was wearing this and having the valyrian wedding that my mother and father had when they were our age. Now, after all that happen it feels not so exciting anymore.

"Rhaelle, I know things didn't work out in the way that you hope, but with a little time. I think whatever you and daemon are going through will work out." I look back at my friend and shook my head.

"No, it won't." She open her mouth to counter my words, "Rather not talk about this, meleah. I don't have the energy for it." I said pulling my hand away from her own and behind my back, she close her mouth and gave me a small frown.

"Sorry," I sigh before walking away back to the window to look out.

I wrap my arms around me, the sudden aching in my chest that I haven't felt since being with daemon has return, it feels like a empty but yet dull knife being stab in my heart and twisted ever so slightly.

Am I doing the right thing? Why do I feel like I am signing something away. Is it my freedom? My heart? What? What can it be? Think! Rhaelle. Why are you being weak. You promise yourself you never do this again, so why are you letting this happen again, your being pathetic. Your father was right. So, was otto. I am a child. A stupid thoughtless idiot who think they can do this but I can't do this I never-

"...how do you think daemon will feel seeing his brother here." I blink coming back to reality as everything looks blurry, I sniff realizing I was crying, I move to wipe at my eyes and turn to meleah.

"What?" I ask confuse.

"Daemon. Does he know you invited his brother,"

Oh, I forgot about that.

"No, I...I never mention it," Meleah at me closely.

"Do you want him here." She ask, I shrug, not really.

"He is family even after everything he done, and besides I couldn't just invite the queen and not the king." Meleah nod her head at the statement.

"What about your parents? Are they coming."

"To my father's dismay, yes." I gave a small smirk.

Atleast my mother had finally forgiven me, her letter of acceptance to the wedding and marriage seem the only thing that made all this a little more bearable.

"That's good. Did you and your mother rekindle?" I nod moving from the window again to lean against my armchair.

"She said, she needed some time to think and after a while she accepted my relations with daemon but she still does not like him." We chuckle before growing queit, I was looking down playing with a string in the gown before looking when meleah clear her throat gently.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but you and daemon are truely meant to be together, if you believe or not." I refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Is that what your god says?" I mock moving my arms to cross over each other.

"No, it is what lies beyond them and us that says it, yours and daemon bloodline holds great value to not only the targaryen dynasty but Velfrys as well."

I narrow my eyes at her in thought, mine and daemon bloodline are important. It sounds ridiculous but I didn't speak it knowing she just go on more about the greater beyond and what not.

"Whatever you say, meleah."

The red priestess gave me a look before we both face the door after hearing a knock to see meya and alora standing in the threshold with big grins.

"It's time, my queen." Alora said excited, I swallow my dismay and plastered on a smile and nod.

"I'll be right there." Both girls bow and close the door, I look at meleah and let out a deep breathe, "...let's pray my gods and yours, are feeling generous today, I don't want to deal with any nonsense the remainder of the day." I said walking to the door with meleah following behind.

"You know how the gods like their games my queen." I chuckle mockingly swinging the door opening and walking out.

"...oh, I know." I mutter walking down the hall with meleah and the girls in toe, "...I know too well." I said to myself.

—

The Great Temple of the Fourteen Flames was one of the biggest structures in Magonsæte, the second being the Black Citadel, it held the fourteen statues of all of the valyrian gods in each section of the temple.

Which is where I am. I stare up at the huge statue of the goddess of love and fertility, Meleys, my bottom lip was smeared with daemon's blood just as his with mine, in my hand I held a goblet filled with his blood. Our left hands tied together in red cloth to symbolize our union. The septa spoke words that sounded muffled in my ears as I turn my eyes away from the great beaty and down at the thick crimson blood of my soon to be husband, everyone was here, watching mine and daemon union be sealed. I couldn't bear to look over at the crowd of people standing around watching us, didn't want to see the looks of their faces as they judge me and mock me.

I let out an inaudible sigh turning my eyes to glance up at daemons, he stare at me with a small smile. His lilac eyes held emotions that I grown to ignore over the pass few days, love, adoration, care, sadness...I look away from his prying eyes and at the septa as he tells us to say our vows to one another. I breathe through my nose before letting it out through my mouth, I glance at daemon as he squeeze our tied hands.

"...one flesh, one heart, one soul..." We said unison, we stare deep into each others eyes as we spoke the words, "...now and forever." As we finish, the septa spoke, yet again my ears did not hear him as I gaze at daemon, telling by the way daemon look at me he wasn't listening either.

Should I give him another chance? Why must he stare at me with so much care after all he did to me, I wish he can admit that this marriage is just going to fall apart.

Maybe, one more chance wouldn't hurt, i thought.

"...rhaelle.." I snap my eyes up at daemon as he whisper my name, "...drink." his eyes glance at the cup in my hand before looking at me, I look down at the thick liquid, my hand hesitated to being it up to my lips before I bite my tongue to get myself to move.

I lift the cup to my lips and took a sip, I look at daemon as he did the same as he stare at me. I was the first to pull the goblet away from my lips with a soft look of disgust, thats nasty why would people do this it seems like an unnecessary sct to perform, the aftertaste left a salty bitterness in my throat making me shudder.

I heard daemon let a low chuckle, I look at him as he smile softly at my expression. I couldn't help but smile back at him with a little shake of my head, I saw the look of triumph in his eyes. I gave a eyeroll looking away.

The septa said a few more words before telling us to kiss, daemon lean down as I lean up to press our lips together, the sound of the crowd cheering made us break apart. I finally look over at the people as they cheer for us, my friends and family beaming looks as they clap, and alicnet happy smile along with viserys. My eyes landed over at rhaenyra and laenor as my brother wore a happy look his wife wore a look of disdain, I turn my eyes away from her as I look back at daemon, still looking st me with all those emotions.

Once our hands were untied and the goblets were taken away, I grab his face again pulling him into another kiss, this more deeper and more passionate. He let out a surpise sound as he move his hands to settle on my wrist as he kiss me back, the crowd roar again in celebration at the act, I pull away slightly from his lips making daemon stare at me daze with a goofy smile.

"I hate you and if you hurt me again, I'll cut off that thing between your legs when your asleep," Daemon look amuse by my threat before he start nodding his head slowly.

"Deal." I smile before pressing one more kiss to his lips.

—

Music fill the air as daemon and I along with our families sat at the table in the great hall, daemon and I no longer had our traditional valyrian attire on but change into a white gown and a black robes before coming to the hall, lords and ladies came up to us congratulating us in groups at a time, some from westeros others from other islands in the serpent isles. Even, house martell came to pay their respects to us, I didn't think they would come due to house targaryen and baratheon. As I finish mh talk with the prince of dorne, the next house to come to congratulate was house hightower to my utter surpise, I did not expect them to come as well but I guess they wish to see their neice and nephews.

"Lord Horbert and Lady Lynesse, such a pleasure you could make it." I smile.

"We couldn't miss this. We may not be family anymore but we still consider you as our friend, queen rhaelle. " Lord Hobert says with a smile, I hum.

"That is so thoughtful of you, lord hobert. Thank you," Hobert glance at his nephew with a look before he look back at me before bowing along with his wife before walking away, I look next to me at aeron as he wore a neutral look.

"What was that about?" I ask him making him look at me.

"Nothing of importance, mother. Just a few words exchange between father and I when I visited Oldtown." I nod before looking away from him, I know whatever he said to his father might explain why he wasn't here which means that corwyn would be upset.

"Do not worry, mother. Corwyn knows." I look back at my son as he gave me a assuring smile.

"As long as he does that's...good I guess." He smile before looking away from me to greet house meltalor, making me drop the topic and look at lord meltalor and lady meltalor.

When all the greetings and congratulations were done, the servants brought out food and once every one got a plate we ate. I was silent throught out dinner well everyone else talk, daemon as well only because he was sat next to his brother, which he still have yet to pull me aside about so I guess his not too mad about his brother being here. Once the plates were remove from the tables, xoro and marrio wall to the entire of the room announcing a present for me making me give a confounded smile. As they gave knowing looks at daemon before the hall's doors were opening to acrobats who flip in making the crowd 'oooh' as well as jugglers who was on shoulders of others juggling knives.

I squeeze daemon's hand before looking at him with a grin, he gave me a smile as he squeeze my hand back before I turn to watch show. I never felt so happy. It reminded me of when I was turning ten and one, and jaehaerys had fire dancers and jesters come, I wish they were here to see me. I clap along with the rest at the performance, once they clear out if the hall, a familiar valyriam melody started to play making me and daemon get up from our seats. It was time for the dragon dance.

Daemon held my hand as he lead me to the floor, I let go of his hand and face away from him so my back can be against his own. We dance slowly as we move our arms up and down like wings before stepping forward and turning around to face each other, daemon took my hand again and I put my hand on his shoulder as he move his other hand to my waist. We start to move together as one in the empty space.

"You look beautiful, ābrazȳrys." Daemon said with a wide grin. wife.

"Thank you, valzȳrys. You look dashing as well." I smile up at him. husband.

"I cannot wait for later on tonight," he whisper close to my ear, "...the best part of any wedding is having our bodies moulded together to finalize our union." I smile shaking my head.

"Only you would have your mind on that," he pull back a bit looking at me.

"You don't?"

"No. I want take this stupid corset off and go to bed, sex is the last thing on my mind," I giggle as daemon wore a small frown, "Do not be so sad, husband. If this night could end on a good note, I reconsider going to bed early." He press his lips against my crown before twirl me around unexpectedly making me giggle again before he move to dip me in his arms before bring me back up and burying his face in my hair.

"Your the best wife I ever had." I roll my eyes.

"Your an idiot."

"I'm your idiot." He mumble, as I laugh again as he spin us.

Before long, the song stop and another one begun making others join the floor, daemon and I soon pull apart as baelor and marra made their way towards us. I tried to refrain from smiling wide as baelor ask me to dance, I nodded as he grab my hand pulling me away, I look over at daemon as he held marra's hands as he start to hand with her. I look back at baelor as we start to dance, we move to enthuse about the entertainers.

After a dance with baelor, I share one with Aeron, he stood tall way taller than daemon. As we dance, I gush on him moving my hand to pinch at his cheek for time to time making him give me a playful glare before he finally couldn't take anymore and force corwyn to dance with me. It was quiet between us, except for the fact when he told I look nice in my gown, before he can walk away after we finish dancing, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek making look at me utterly surpise and embarrass, I could see the faint pinkness under his tan skin. He never seen him so speechless before rather than giving me a rude comment he just stalk away, I look around to see daemon and valaena laughing as they dance, I decided to go sit down.

All this dancing was making my feet ach not like they haven't been before but this time it was throbbing, I can't wait for this pregnancy to be over with I am done carrying daemon's spawn. As I took a empty seat at an even more empty table, I took off my flats and start using my thumbs to deeply massage my foot. I didn't care if anyone was looking. I needed this release.

"Hello." I look and stop what I was doing as I look at my mother, "May I sit?" She motions to the empty chair in front of me, I nodded moving my feet from my lap and back to the floor before sliding my feet into my flat.

"It's nice to see you again, mother." I say moving my chair close making her look at me with a smile.

"It's good to see you too, my daughter." I let a small smile slip before glancing down to my lap, "...The wedding seems like a success," I nod my head.

"Yes, but I don't think it will last that long, I'm sure I saw aeron downing mead with some of the guards. I have no doubt they will start getting rowdy by midnight."

"Speaking of, how are my grandchildren." My mother ask.

"They are fine. Corwyn is set to go on his first voyage in a few days, and aeron and valaena have rekindle and set a date for their wedding." My mother look surpise.

"Three weddings in one year, it seems we are in the gods favor again." I nod in agreement, "...and soon enough a new member of the family will be here." I look at her with a smile, I told her days ago about my pregnancy, but of course my mother already knew when she say me at Driftmark. A mother always knows.

"I am counting the days," My mother laugh as I giggle.

"Have you thought of a name, yet?" She ask making me glance at with her with a knowing look.

"Daemon thinks it may be a boy, so he wish to call him aemon after your late lord father." A look of joy cross my mother's face at the news, "Only if you don't mind, mother." She shook her head.

"Of course I don't mind, it is nice to have my father's name live on through you...and daemon." She said daemon name a bit hesitant, I smile at her before thanking her, "You don't need to thank me, seeing now what your friend was talking about makes me believe that child will grow up to be great." I pinch my brows together with a puzzle look.

"What do you mean?"

"Your friend, meleah, told me I was so blinded by my hatred for the king that I didnt see the love that you and daemon bear for one another," I look at my mother surpise, "And seeing you and him on the floor, the way you two dance together. It was beautiful." I look away from her shy, the way she told it it was like she was seeing a mythical being for the first time.

"It was nothing...just dancing, mother." I look back at her as she shake her head.

"No, it wasn't, my sweet girl. It was more than dancing it was...it was as if your hearts were dancing together, as if your hearts were beating at the same time. That is not nothing." I blink at her astonish before looking over at the floor to see daemon talking to some lord, as if knowing I was looking at him, he turn his eyes to you and wink with a smile before going back to his conversation.

"I never want to admit it..." My mother says making me look back at her, "...but you two were meant to be together, to my chagrin, and you didn't deserve what I said to you." I gave my mother a look.

"You were angry. I know you said those thinks because you were worry about me, I still can't thank you enough for what you did for me."

"You being happy is enough for me, my love." My mother lean over to kiss my cheek making me squeeze her arm, she stood up making me follow, "I am so proud of you, rhaelle." I wrap my arms around her taking her by surpise, she recover and put her arms around my shoulder.

"Thank you, muña." She rub my back before I pull away.

She gave me one last kiss on my head before excusing herself to go find her husband, knowing my mother being gone for too long will make corlys get annoyed and come looking for her. I turn away from her when she walk into sea of people, I look for daemon walking the opposite way my mother went to look for my husband. When I saw him talking to lord strong, I made my way towards him but before I could get to him I was stop by a angry glare from white hair little girl.

"Princess." I say stopping in front of her as she block my way.

"Harlot." She replied in her red gown, I roll my eyes at her word.

"Excuse me, I need to get to my husband." I said politely even through I was glaring at her, she didn't move as she stare at mean with a tasteless look.

"I will never understand how he could chose a old hag like you over me, I think my uncle might be losing his eye sight." She mock before she took sip from her cup.

"Believe me, princess. Your uncle eye sight is very well but it seems like yours aren't by how you forgotten who your talking to."

"You mean a whore, no, I don't need my eyes to see what you really are." She gave a sweet smile making me glance around for someone to save me from wringing this brat's neck.

"Shouldn't you be with your husband, my brother," I ask looking over her head at daemon, he looks at me with a smile but hia face change when he saw rhaenyra.

"His busy with...someone." I look back at her before following her eyes to see laenor and marrio flirting I'm the corner making me shake my head.

"What about your lover? I heard you have taken a...new liking to your new sword, ser strong, no?" I look back at her making her give me a hard glare.

"He is just my friend." I gave her a look.

"Ser Criston was just your friend, too. Until you drove him into madness, I heard."

"That man was already unhinged–"

"Yeah, after you made him fuck you." I gasp taking a step back when that brat threw her wine on me, I growl down at my now soak white gown.

"You little tart." I hiss.

"Whore!" She exclaim before she was push aside by daemon as he came to me.

"My love, are you okay..." he look at me as I nod, he face drop to an angry look as he face rhaenyra, "...what the hell is the matter with you." Daemon shout making people turn to look at us.

"She started it." Daemon growl deep in his chest making me grab his arm.

"Dae, forget about her, I'm fine. I just need to change." I said trying to get him to calm down.

"I want you out of this castle now." He demanded as he glare at rhaenyra, who look takennback by his tone.

"You can not be serious, uncle–"

"I am very serious. I want you out now or I can have the guards throw you out." I look as viaerys near wth a cane with alicent by his side to stand next to rhaenyra.

"What is the meaning of this? What has happen." He ask looking between us all.

"Daemon, is trying to throw me out." Viserys frown at his daughter before looking at his brother.

"Not trying. Going to. Your daughter threw wine in my wife's face." Viserys turn to his daughter in anger.

"Is this true, rhaenyra?" He ask, making rhaenyra scowl her father.

"She started it. She was questioning my virtue before I was with laenor." I roll her eyes, "...she should be punish for spreading such lies." The girl hiss, the end of viserys's cane snap against the floor angrily as he look at his daughter.

"No such thing will happen, you will apologize this instant, young lady." Rhaenyra look at her father in shock.

"Did you not hear a word I said, she started it–"

"I do not care. You are acting like a brat, and embarrassing me. Now apologize." Rhaenyra huff looking between her father and me and daemon before growling turning on her heels and stalking away, ser strong following after her like I expected.

"I am so sorry, rhaelle." I look at viserys, "I will deal with her when we return back to King's Landing." I nod with small smile.

"Thank you, king viserys." He bow his head at me before he walk away, alicent congratulated me and daemon making me smile at her before making me say quick thank you before she left after husband.

"What...happen to you." Aeron ask slurred leaning against valaena as his other arm was around corwyn.

"A little accident nothing to worry about." I said turning to them.

"I guess, your retiring for tonight." Valaena ask before elbowing her brother making him chuckle, I nod my head making aeron stand straight and yell.

"BEDDING! TIME." Valaena shush him as he laugh and move his face to place in her shoulder, "...let's practice our own bedding, valaena. I can show what I learn in the whorehouse." Valaena slap her brother's hand away as it creep up her stomach making me glare at my son.

"The only thing your doing is going to bed, young man." I scolded him making him pout.

"But, mother, the night hasn't even begun yet." I shook my head before beckoning my knight, when they stood in front of me, I told them to take my son to bed making them give me a nod.

"Come on, my prince." One of them took him by the arm making him growl and call for valaena, the young girl gave an eye roll before wishing me a goodnight, before following after her brother.

"I'm going to go announce your retirement, sleep well mother." Corwyn says before leaving.

I look at daemon as he put his arms around me and lead us out of the hall, it didn't take us long before we got to my chamber. He help me out of my gown making me look at it sadly, I watch as daemon discard it on the armchair before coming back and undoing my corset.

"This is why you should have told me about inviting my brother, i could have prevented this." He says making me turn around in my nightgown.

"And how would you have prevented that, husband." I motion to the dress with my hand before looking at him.

"By not inviting them." I shook my head.

"They are family and besides did you see the look on her face when her father told her to apologize." I threw my head back and let out a laugh at how angry rhaenyra look, I move to my side of the bed and got under the covers, "One of the best highlights of tonight," I look at daemon as he strip and discard his clothes on the floor.

"I'm happy you had fun, even through the night ended in such a way." He smiles gettting into bed next to me, I gave a sly smile as he lay down on his back looking at me.

"Well, I was hoping to end the night with my husband fucking me into a stupor." Daemon gave me a look as I ran my index finger along his chest.

"Really?" I nodded my head before looking at him, he put his arm behind his head watching as I move on top of him lift my dress so it can pool around his nake waist.

"What kind of wife would I be if I didn't consummate with my husband." Daemon grins as he lift up off his back and kiss me, I moan into his mouth as he bite my botton lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

"I love you, rhaelle." He moves to place me on the bed, I look up at him as he lean on his knees to push down his breeches.

"I love you more, daemon." He chuckle before kicking his breeches off the bed so he can be fully nake.

"Impossible." He replied before leaning down to capture my lips again and move his hand to touch my legs and move his hand to trail up to cup my cunt making me gasp and moan.

—

As moaning came from rhaelle and daemon's chamber, alora along with her sister, laenor, marrio, xoro, and meleah listen as husband and wife make love.

"Shame. All of you. Listening to aomething so private." Banneth said with a look of dismay as he watch the six people with their ears against the door.

"Shhh." Marrio and Alora hush banneth as they go back to listening.

"For once, I actually feel jealous of daemon." Marrio says before getting hit by laenor, "....what?" Laenor stop listening making marrio follow after as he consoles his new lover.

"I need to go. All these sounds are making me feel all gooey inside." Alora said pulling away with meya and meleah in toe.

"I should have tried harder flirting with daemon, if I knew he can make a woman sound like that." Xoro pull away with a grin.

Banneth roll his eyes that they crude comments.

"Who knew daemon was such a beast in the bedroom." Alora says looking at her sister and meleah.

"What does that mean?" The group turn to see marra and baelor coming towards them, making them all look at him with wide eyes.

"Nothing. What are you doing here, you should be in bed, little lord." Meya says walking up to him and marra keep them from coming any further.

"I wanted to see mother was okay, I heard rhaenyra threw wine on her." The boy said annoy at his older half sister.

"Your mother just went to bed, baelor. Maybe in the morning." Meleah said quickly as she came to stand next to meya, making baelor and marra give them odd looks.

"Why are all in front of her door, then?" The adults were silent as they try to come.up with an excuse.

"That's none of your concern, let's get you to bed." Banneth says walking towards them and putting his hands on baelor's shoulder guiding while marra was guided by meya and alora.

The other adults follow the others away from the sounds of love making coming from the queen's chamber.

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brujc · 6 days ago

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Anniversary Art appreciation🪷

Just saw this and omg it is gorgeous! I think it's to celebrate tbhk's 10 years since I never saw those before~ and God omg I'm a sucker for these outfits..

Like I saw the Chibis but the full cards~

The flowery theme is so...pretty...ahhh.....and the colorful outfits.......

First look at this guy. The outfit??? The colors are so- omg. I love the patterns on him and the little cats he's holding and the feather like accessory on his sleeves? Kinda remind me of fish Nene. Seeing him in this robe(?) outfit makes me think of Tsukasa hehe...There are so many details and he looks amazing~

NENE OMG IM IN LOVE. THE FISH THEME? THE PASTEL (kinda) PALETTE? SHE'S SO CUTE AND PRETTY AND THIS SUITS HER SO WELL? LOVE THIS

Suit Kou.... He looks super cool~ I adore the tiger thing he has going on haha (with his stupid tiger shirts in manga).

WHY IS HE. SO. PRETTY. STUNNING. A BEAUTY. Heh..his outfit is super similar to canon Tsukasa's. Hen theme? That's super cute haha

Always matching with his brother~ I love the palette here and the stupid turtle behind him.

So elegant. Hair down Aoi is so beautiful. Again, beautiful palette, I love the ruffles on the bottom of her dress ( I love that it's a recurring thing in tbhk aus). So pretty with her green bow and the bird cage..

AKANE??? WTF WHY DO HE LOOKS SO GOOD HERE? Wtf???? What????! I didn't expect this Like seeing his chibi he was like goofy asf. There's something about this more adult-y Akane and glasses Akane that is so... Love the clock detail here and the palette again is amazing ( I don't even know how they made his brown palette work with the theme)

JAW DROPPED. BELOW THE FLOOR. WHITE GREYISH SUIT??? TURQUOISE VEST? THE FAN???? AND THE- THE HAIR????? Definitely one of my favorites Teru outfits now.

She's so cute here! Heh...her smile is so cute... love the yellow and turquoise combination it looks amazing. And the flowers next to her~ Are these Sakura flowers?

Forgot how good he looked. This outfit kinda reminds me of his bakeneko au one?? Like it's something about the oversized jacket-like thing he is wearing. Hairstyle is neat. Outfit is neat. Everything is amazing

Tsuchigomori and Yako! Hehe the butterfly theme is quite suiting! The smoke pattern is really cool to look at. Love his left sleeve design (kinda reminds me of butterfly wing)

Cute mokke! Is each candy representing a character?

The flower is probably hanako and the doll line thing next to it Tsukasa? Nene probably one of the two green fish like candy. Kou the yellow one.Sakura the sakura flower, Aoi the purple bird thing or one of the balls? Akane probably the gourd and Terry the white candy...

Anyways not a single miss in these outfits they look absolutely stunning and I adore how colorful it is (like each outfit palette has really diverse colors and it's so pretty)

Might be one of my favorites AU (not really but setting?Hehe)

#tbhk #official merch

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i-choose-you-cyndaquil · 2 years ago

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enid gets adopted by lurch when she was a kid

you'll occasionally see this stoic mountain of a man with his hair decorated in different bows and braids

sometimes they have tea parties in the library with enid's stuffed animals (some being taxidermy ones gifted to her by lurch, those are her favorite)

when enid's being particularly energetic you can almost see some concern shining in the man's eyes. because she's definitely a little daredevil and does some stupid shit and he can't help but worry because while the addams children can walk off a lot, his little girl most likely can't

But through in through, she's his tiny, colorful shadow and tries to emulate a lot of what he does. Whether it be (underage) driving, cooking, cleaning, she copies all of it. Heck, she even wears a mini copy of his suit after begging morticia for one.

anyway, maybe she was good friends with wednesday when they were younger, but wednesday froze her out after irrationally blaming her for nero's unfortunate demise. idk, enid probably got distracted chasing a butterfly and wandered off right before the bullies came.

obviously, enid is super heartbroken and retreats into herself around wednesday. she tries to be, well, less of herself around the goth and is quick to come to her defense. sometimes recklessly and needlessly.

wednesday knows she being irrational but didn't enid always promise to protect her? where was she when the addams needed her the most?

when they both get expelled (enid for having some of her previously unknown wolf attributes coming through and maiming a kid with her claws and wednesday with her nut-eating piranhas) and sent to nevermore it's basically the same as the first episode. though wednesday is more bitter about having to share the same space as the wolf as she thought she'd finally be free of her.

enid knows this and joins all these extracurriculars to stay out of the room as much as possible. this is where she meets yoko and they start hanging out more, with yoko becoming her best friend in a short amount of time.

and it's not like wednesday cares. she just always preferred werewolves to vampires. and oh, enid has a crush on a gorgon? that's fine. hope she has fun talking to a boy with more snakes than brain and a personality as dull as stone. it's like a constant battle, trying to wrestle her jealousy and possessiveness.

on parent's weekend, enid is so excited for yoko to meet her dad. imagine the vampire's surprise when this incredibly tall guy walks up to them undetected and starts to pat enid's head. yoko is seconds away from attacking before enid squeals and jumps the willowy man with a hug.

it's even more surprising when she realizes he only responds with grunts and groans, but enid can understand and translate perfectly fine.

yoko: so uh, how's it going big guy?

lurch: *groans*

yoko: ...right, that's uh, good?

enid definitely has fun mistranslating and confusing the vampire.

i think it'd also be cute if lurch reassured enid that not all monsters are bad. cuz in this, no one realized enid was a werewolf, so when she starts slowly gaining more wolf characteristics, she starts having an identity crisis

and look, lurch definitely has some personal experience with being hated for simply existing (as all outcasts do, but we're not talking about them) so he's all for telling enid that the wolf thing are just as much a part of her as anything else

#enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #yoko tanaka #au #lurch addams #wenclair #if you squint #lurch adopts enid au

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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LAST ONE I SWEAR: Hermes with the Love at first sight thingy? You are the best thank you omg🤍✨️

Love - Hermes (f!reader)

notes - I havent been feeling 10/10 SO HERE I AM WRITING FOR MY COMFORT CHARACTER IN ROR!!! How can I not?!??!?! It got a little self inserty, BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SM HOW CAN I NOT?!?!??!?! I'm kinda obsessed with his design tee hee. I had a ton of fun writing this, so thank you for the request!! ily and i hope you have an amazing day <333

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You were just a human. A human that was bored of life.

You sighed and spent your time studying Greek Mythology. You seemed to be very fixated on it recently. It was so interesting, the way that the gods would live. And who knew, maybe they were wonderful people. You laughed at the thought. How stupid. If a god met you, you would probably be dead.

You were especially fixated on Hermes though. He was a god that never stopped showing up in every myth you read. He was fun to read about. He was always saying something witty or just being the most reasonable god. He was the most... human, you supposed.

You only wondered if these stories you escaped with were real at all. You wished that you could meet someone like Hermes.

Walks were close enough to your escape though, especially the woods by your house. They were full and green; very fantasy-esque. You loved them. Especially getting overdressed to go on a walk. A long dress and a pair of thin flats. You would read stories to deer and bunnies that weren't too far off from you and you would sometimes just take your shoes off and stick your feet in the mud.

It was freeing. And it was all you needed.

You didn't mind going there by yourself as often as you did. It was nice.

But it was off putting when you heard a voice for the first time.

"Can I ask why we're all the way out here?" A deep, yet smooth voice said.

You quickly hid behind a rock. You weren't used to hearing anyone out here, so you were definitely scared.

"Oh, come now, my boy," a raspier voice chuckled. "I like visiting the world down here every now and again! It's not like anyone's going to be out here!"

And right as the man thought that, your dumbass stepped on a stick that made a loud ass sound. Great.

"What was that?" The raspy voice said.

"I don't know," the smoother voice said, his tone slow and soft. "Let me go check it out. Stay here."

Your heart dropped and you panicked a bit. What were you supposed to do? You spent so much time thinking that you didn't move an inch, so a head peeked out from the rock.

You and him both seemed to be in shock as your eyes went wide as you looked at each other.

You stood up from your spot and muttered something that was supposed to be an apology, but more sounded like a bundle of words. You were blushing, dammit.

The man in front of you was handsome. Super handsome. He had jet black hair and bright red eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo and you couldn't help but stare at him.

He did the same though, without your knowing. You in your dress, god, you looked like a fairy out here.

You both must've realized that you were staring for far too long and you both blushed, looking at the ground.

"I apologize, miss," the man bowed at you and looked back up at you with a small smile. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I didn't mean to scare you." You peeked out from behind the rock and saw that an old man was admiring a butterfly.

"You're beautiful... if you don't mind me saying."

You turned back to the man with shock. "W-Well, you're very handsome."

"Well, I don't want to doddle. I apologize for the scare," he pulled up you hand to his lips and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. "I do hope you have a lovely rest of your day, though."

You were sad to feel his touch leave, sighing. "Wait!" You called off as he went to walk back to the old man.

The man turned to you, his hair blowing in the light breeze that blew over. "Yes?"

"I never caught your name."

He hesitated for a moment, but smiled. "It's Hermes."

You froze and watched him leave. Oh my god, that was like a dream.

"What was that all about?" Zeus asked Hermes.

"Oh nothing. But love is a funny thing, don't you think, Lord Zeus?"

"Aphrodite can be an awful woman."

Hermes chuckled. "I suppose she can be."

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#tonberry answers #asks #requests #moots <3 #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ror #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #hermes #hermes ror #hermes record of ragnarok #hermes x reader #hermes ror x reader #<3

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ramslay · 16 days ago

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modern ramsayisms because he won’t leave me be

cw: mentioned animal cruelty/death.

cluster b cutie: aspd with narcissistic traits. saigtterius man, your least favorite problematic bisexual.

• has a single nipple pierced. his right, and it’s vertical. he got that done in a warehouse with an absolutely disgusting needle by one of the bastards boys and it’s a miracle it didn’t get infected, turn green and fall off. carrying off that he just gives me has an asymmetrical piercing set up? different piercings on each ear, only one brow pierced, all that fun stuff; none were done professionally. i think he’d have both ears stretched but, of course, his dangly garnet earring still exists- he just clipped it into the plug.

• and, of course, stick n poke tattoos that all vary in how well they healed. they all look bad and a good chunk of them are honestly just really stupid. none of them have any actual meaning. not like he cares to pay an artist what they’re worth, so a needle and a lighter do just fine. i saw someone make a funny on here: “eat flay love,” and i just think it’d be hilarious if he has that + die cry hate tattooed on the sides of his pointer fingers.

• snaggle toothed prick with extra canines that jut out from his upper gums. his bite marks are fucked up and nasty looking.

• long black hair. kind of wavy, but also just not the best maintained. he does not have a 5 step hair care routine... a peter steele type. he looks like he’s designed to wear corpse paint.

• is absolutely white trash. roose really has no reason to have to care about ramsay in a timeline without the need for heirs, especially if domeric is still alive and kicking. on one hand, he’s resentful because he feels he is entitled to “the high life” his father and brother live. on the other? he lacks shame in literally every regard.

• he’s such a cartoon i know in my soul he’d be the full clown package. FANTASTIC with impersonations, something he utilizes at literally the most inappropriate time because he thinks it’s funny. he has such a weird set of skills that nobody understands how or why he learned any of them, but he just whips them out at the most random uncalled of times for a bit. (ex. tap dancing.)

• will listen to about anything musically speaking (he’s really not picky in that respect) but prefers loud, eclectic artists and songs. bonus points if the subject matter is violent or unhinged!! (ex. icp, msi, die antwoord, angelspit, etc etc.) he would also fuck HEAVY with tyler the creator and childish gambino.

• drives a shitty beater truck that is operating off of hopes and prayers, you can also hear it coming from 5 miles away. he has very limited knowledge with tinkering on cars so he’s able to keep it on life support but that’s really it… y’all seen that guy that threatens his car? the general idea… https://youtube.com/shorts/7oHOSqTaBrE?si=ilweoZcsJ-o-Z_VC

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• looooves practicing his second amendment right and has a stuffed gun cabinet, he’s also got a gun rack on that piece of shit truck. though he usually mostly only uses them for target practice (shooting bottles in the yard.) he much prefers bow hunting: it’s quieter, more of a challenge, and honestly just more fun for him? in general though he just has far too many weapons for any one person.

• gun collection, yes, but he’s especially fond of his knife collection. he always has a knife on him. he likes to fidget and do tricks with butterfly knives but prefers the practicality of a tactical blade.

• is well versed in internet lore (he would frequent kiwifarms… 4chan and reddit ESPECIALLY.) partially because he’s in these circles himself but also because he would have a hoot and a holler finding the weirdest and most problematic corners of the internet. (ramsay would love 4chan raids) unfortunately the age of the internet also means he has access to a lot of things that he should NOT have access to, in which he exploits on a regular basis.

• belgian malinois father. we in the 21st century baby, he’s got options! he would do great with their ceaseless energy and craze because he, too, is a crackhead! he only has one, though. modernity means he’s gotta be a little more careful with his murdering women hobby. he fully intends on having more one day, though.

• still on the subject of pets but off the dog, i think he’d have a snake too. he does the bare minimum with caring for his animals (sometimes not even that. that poor snake is in a tub with no stimuli) but i think he’d get a sick kick out of live feeding; also, just having an animal that people are usually discomforted by. he’s edgy™️

• he cannot hold down a respectable job to save his life. if he doesn’t quit out of boredom he gets fired because he’s such a shit worker and is absolutely harassing his fellow staff and customers. so! he makes money through more unconventional means. dealing, stealing, you know all that fun stuff. do NOT buy that weed from ramsay! that shit is LACED!!!!!

• a gluttenous beast with a stoner diet while stone cold sober. he needs to have a little snack on him at all times or his hunger bar will deplete instantly and he’ll starve to death. it isn’t uncommon that he just steals food from people after eating his own serving, either. people must guard their plates with their forks lest his grubby little fingers find their way in someones meal.

#headcanons #modern au #ramsay bolton #ramsay snow #game of thrones #just centralized on him here… i intend on yapping about other people & ships as well #but he is the blorbo right now i fear #hasn’t left my brain for WEEKS. i need a lobotomy

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belle--ofthebrawl · 1 year ago

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15 screams swissdew to me 👉👈

This... didn't get too dirty until the end. I am so sorry. It's so dumb and barely smutty.

(15: One more cheesy pickup line and I'm throwing you over that table.)

Nobody remembers how it started but it was probably Swiss' fault.

Probably.

H'd gotten into a fake tussle with Cirrus over something unimportant, probably who loves Cumulus more. Nobody knew, nobody cared. The important thing was that Cirrus shoved him over the back of the couch, where he smoothly flipped and landed neatly on the floor with one hand on his fist and the other propped on his hip.

"Even if there wasn't any gravity on Earth," he insisted, with his eyes scrunched shut. "I would still fall for her."

"You'll make everyone else feel left out." Cumulus had murmured, extending a hand to help him up. He took it. Kissed it.

And made it his personal mission to flirt with everyone that night so they didn't feel left out.

"Hey, Aether." He says, rolling across the floor to Aether's recliner. Aether looks up from his book with an eyebrow raised. "Guess what my shirt's made of."

("My shirt." Mountain corrects from his seat between Aurora's legs. She's braiding his hair.)

"Linen." Aether says.

"Boyfriend material." Swiss says. When Aether doesn't react, he says it again, plucking at his collar. "Boyfriend material."

"Uh-huh." Aether says.

"Romance is dead." Sunny calls absently from where she's lazily flipping through channels. Swiss rolls over the floor to her and gives her a finger gun.

"Quick give me mouth-to-mouth so we can resuscitate it."

She scoffs and drops the remote on his face. He takes it in stride, hopping up and pacing around, pressing buttons randomly until he comes to Rain.

"Am I turning you on?" He asks with a cheeky grin, pointing the remote at him and pressing the Power button.

"You have a great face for radio." Rain said with a beatific smile.

"No one loves me." Swiss sighs, throwing the remote back towards Sunny. "You just want me for my body."

"Would you hold it against me?" Mountain murmurs and Swiss springs into action instantly, bouncing to drape himself across the larger ghoul's lap.

"Always," he promises, holding his pinky up. "As long as you want."

"Come here often?" Mountain asks with a little smile, linking his own pinky finger with Swiss'.

"Would you like me to?"

His other hand is inching up the inseam of Mountain's jeans while Swiss gives the other ghoul a textbook case of bedroom eyes. Mountain bows his head, kisses him as the hair not yet braided by Aurora swings to obscure them.

Speaking of Aurora. She tugs on a braid after a few moments, clearly not interested in sharing Mountain with the way she loops her arms around his neck and starts sucking a bruise into the skin of his neck, staring Swiss down unblinkingly.

"Boo, you whore." Swiss says. Mountain shrugs and is rewarded for his complacency with Aurora's nails scritching on his scalp. Lowing like a cow, he settles back between her legs and gives little butterfly kisses to her inner thigh. Looking around with an exaggerated pout, Swiss' eyes land on Aeon and Dew on the sofa, playing the stupid mobile game Aeon had dragged him into.

"So what you can do is," Aeon says, unaware of the way Swiss prowls towards them. "You can do the right thing and give the shorts back. Or you can run around town with them on, put them in the summer potluck-"

"Gross." Dew says tapping at his phone while watching Swiss army crawl on the ground behind the couch.

"Or put them on display at the harvest festival." Aeon continues. "I like to wear them and talk to him."

"You would." Dew says in a monotone, tracking the little scuffles as Swiss continues to move. He waits for a telltale pause and when a hand creeps up to pat around, Dew avoids it. Aeon is not so lucky.

"Hey!" He yelps as Swiss looms up behind him and covers his eyes. "Dude, c'mon. I was mining!"

"Hang on," Swiss says. "Ooh, I can make a good one with that."

They wait while he thinks, Aeon trying to peek between his fingers to keep playing. Dew rolls his eyes, propping his elbow on the couch and shaking his head.

"I would pick your ass any day." He finally says and is let with various sounds of dismissal and disapproval from the entire group. "Okay, not my best work. But thankfully," He skids over to Dew's side of the couch and puts grabby hands on his bony shoulders, giving him a little rub. Dew heats up in warning. Just enough for a heads up, not enough to scorch his seat.

Turns out that was a mistake.

"Hot as you look, baby!" Swiss calls, digging his fingers into Dew's skin tight before pulling them off and blowing on them. "Got just the thing to cure that fever."

("He's gonna say cum." Mountain says under his breath.

"Definitely gonna say cum." Aurora agrees.)

"If you say one more bad pick up line, I'm throwing you over the coffee table." Dew says, still neutral. His warning has been given.

He swears he feels Swiss smile and can't stop the way his own lips quirk up as Swiss bends down, pulls Dew's hair back to whisper right in his ear.

"I'll have you know I'm an expert on beauty." He breathes, hot over Dew's skin as he walks two fingers up Dew's arm to pull at his shirt collar.

"Mm-hmm." Dew says, eyes narrowing into slits.

"No, I mean it!" Swiss insists. "Beauty's on the inside, and I've been inside you so much that-"

Dew's little by human standards. If his glamour was real, he wouldn't be able to pull off his next move, only would end up hurting himself and Swiss in the process. But he's hellspawn and Pit-raised, a runt who got used to moving fast and fighting dirty. There's not much weight to him but he knows how to use his body and surroundings as leverage, bracing himself hard so he can yank Swiss over the couch and over-the-shoulder throw him onto the wooden coffee table, which cracks neatly in two.

("Oh no!" Aeon cries. "Our table! It's broken!"

"Delete TikTok off his phone when he's not looking." Mountain mutters to Aurora, who nods solemnly.)

Dew, still seated, spreads his legs wide and props his elbows on his knees so he can lean over and give Swiss a little smirk.

"So did it hurt?" He asks. "When you fell from heaven?"

"Make love to me in the wreckage of this room, Dewdrop, right fucking now." Swiss says, sounding choked up and suddenly extremely horny.

"Sure." Dew says, standing up to unzip his jeans. "But then you gotta let everyone else have turn."

He chucka Swiss under the chin and brings the other ghoul close to mouth at his cock.

"Just so they don't feel left out."

#swiss x dewdrop #the Ghang's all here.#swiss army ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #do i tag all of them? don't want to clutter uo the tags.

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zog-ma · 1 year ago

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Knot

Will Poulter x fem!reader

I usually describe the reader as a midsize woman. no age, no skin color. I hope you like it.

synopsis: Will was invited to a business party, the theme was history fashion, and you were also invited to animate as a historical re-enactor.

You arrive early with your car full of dresses, accessories, and all your stuff for dressing up. Your group of the historical rat was contacted for animated an event in London, You usually arrive first because your dress takes a long time to take on and take off, without talking about the hairdressing.

The assistant picks you up in the parking lot, you grab some storage things and follow the guy into a small hall at the bottom of the basement. The staff helps you transform the small room into a dressing room and install the small wardrobe, your friends come with their costumes a little later.

Usually, you have difficulty dressing yourself in your 19th century corset and your hoop skirt, you struggle to close the corset until one of your colleagues comes to help you and closes it with a very small bow. tight. You don't know how you're going to take it off at the end of the day. dress on, hair done and makeup done, and it's show time!

The ballroom is full of people and decorated in brown and beige tones. A few copper-colored balloons and party favors are scattered around the room, your job is to wander around the room and act like a sweet lady from another time.

After an hour and a break, you came back into the ballroom, smiling at everyone, your eyes meeting piercing blue ones. Here you see a lot of nice and pretty people, but this man was really handsome and tall. "How can a man be so tall?"

Wherever you were you had a very nice view of him, you can't stop looking at this guy. Was he in a group, friends or colleagues? handsomely dressed in an expensive suit, his blonde hair combed back. After a conversation, your eyes search for him but find neither his tall figure nor his group.

"Good morning, how are you doing?"

you turned around and there he was, smiling. you stay in character

“Hello sir, I hope you find a pleasant company this evening” a small smirk on his lips,

“Oh my God,” you think.

"That's a very nice dress you're wearing, not conventional but it suits you well. My name's Will by the way"

After a moment, which was too short for your taste, he went back to another group. Will was nice and a little too friendly for someone who just spoke to a member of staff.

But you couldn't stop the little butterflies from flying in your stomach. Is it real, did he really flirt with you like you think or is it just this stupid crush.

love at first sight?

You prefer to believe in small, kind conversations with a guest, it is better than believing in love with a stranger. you continue your service at night. knowing that you won't see Will again afterward, it was just a crush.

You were in the cheap locker room, your colleagues were out, and you were being allowed to undress in complete privacy. With just your jeans and corset on, you try to open the back of the corset but your knot is too tight. At the same time, the door opens suddenly, too quickly for you to cover yourself or stop the intruder.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry"

This voice.

Will.

“no, you can stay” you said, before he left.

Your mouth had spoken before your brain even understood what was happening. he turns towards you and closes the door, you feel the blush on your cheeks, you were intimidated by Will, and you thought you would never see him again

“I just wanted to ask if you want to come and have coffee with me?”

it was very sudden and unexpected.

“yes I would love to, on one condition: can you help me undo the knot in my corset?”

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#will poulter #will poulter x reader #fem reader #imagine

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birdstooth · 2 years ago

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My brain seeing the title: oh is this like the thing they say… uh, cleanliness is next to godliness or whatever?

Me: 😶

Brain: bc god is in heaven, where all the surfaces are sanitized, so if u are getting closer to heaven, u are reaching like, peak hygiene

Me: that’s so stupid lol. 😒😒😒But also maybe like, the Lysol cleaning particles that manage to kill that last 0.1% of bacteria are rewarded with a spot in heaven

Brain: yeah yeah, it’s like Valhalla for them

Me: wow. With the right analogy, religion just hits different u know?

Ok so anyway I had multiple brain short circuiting moments reading this bc I apparently can’t grasp the concept of bull riding lol. I’m like the alien that comes from Mars and is like wait… u guys tan on purpose??? Why would u give yourself sun damage??? Why do y’all poke holes in your body to display metal objects??? Why do you willingly consume spicy food that HURTS and offers no extra nutritional benefits???

Idk if it’s a me thing, or a city person thing or what, but I literally cannot remember the last time I had so much trouble understanding a behaviour/activity 😂 I mean the last time in encountered such inexplicable (to me) behaviour was probably when people were eating tide pods, but even then I kind of understood the appeal of the forbidden candy.

Here come the thoughts 🫠

My brain, constantly thinking of ways to be “better” without doing a single damn thing: so, if u can be a bull rider after like 5 sec of sitting on the bull… then can I say I’m a skateboarder and snowboarder for just balancing on the board for 5 Mississippis? 🤔

Me: dude I was sleeping but ok… sure do whatever u want buddy 🥱

Brain: ALSO, don’t u think it’s weird that ppl use the phrase “this isn’t my first rodeo” to let signal that they are experienced and knowledgeable?

Me: 🤔🤔🤔🤔hey u are actually right… bc even if it’s your 2nd or 3rd rodeo, that’s still kind of a low number of rodeos??

Brain: like imagine how u would feel if u went to the hospital and doc was like “don’t worry, this isn’t my first surgery” YIKES 😬

Me: exactly!! I would feel better if they said like “don’t worry, I’ve got a couple hundred surgeries under my belt”

Brain: cool, we agree! Anyway, good night and see u in 3 hours when we have to wake up to catch the bus for work 😎

Me: wait what

dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans

Ok why does every other sport have their own moisture wicking, aerodynamic, expertly engineered, lightweight, latest technological advancement, extensively tested for maximum performance, spandex apparel specifically designed for that activity…

and then these dudes just wear what seems like the worst choice of clothing if u are going to be tossed around by a bull?

Like… don’t y’all want some protective gear or padding or something? A helmet maybe?? 😰😰😰

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome

Lmao not me thinking the buckles would be on the boots and then I realized I was thinking of spurs??? Like those mini pizza cutter things on the back of cowboy boots?

And then I was still stuck on the boots until I figured out I was thinking of pilgrims with the buckle shoes 😓

Also, if the jeans are so tight why do they need a belt with a big ass buckle huh🤨

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,”

My brain: ok so like, marriage, take out a life insurance policy and boom! Easy money 🤑

Me: …

Brain: what??? dude if they are going to get themselves killed anyway like why not make the best of it??

I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be.

Why does this sound like they died in battle lol

“You can butterfly a wound up, right?”

Me, thinking of how a chef would butterfly a shrimp and then visualizing that procedure on an open wound scenario: 😱😱😱

“You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”

Maybe I’m coming off of watching almost every single WC soccer match where if even so much as a fraction of your boot sticks out it gets reviewed with the virtual assistant referee tech and flagged as offside but…

Why is everything so loosey goosey 😩 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Are there no weight classes? No rules about clothing? No standard that each bull has to meet so they all offer a similar level of difficulty? Is there urine testing? Drug testing? Like how do u know someone doesn’t have a secret needle up their sleeve so they can tranq the bull to make it calmer? How do u know someone doesn’t have magnets in their saddle and also in their pants so they can hold on longer??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest

I mean.. is this bull really mean, or is he just very assertive about his personal boundaries lmaooo 😭😭😭

Omg ok and I acknowledge that I’m totally that person who high key prefers animals over people. And combined with my “root for the underdog!” philosophy, I’m cheering for the bull to stomp all over these fools lol.

🙊

Idk man… obvi this isn’t as bad as bullfighting where they literally kill the animal after but is this not a little cruel? Or am I missing something? Like, the bulls get injuries too I presume? Where is the nurse for the bull huh???

Brain: welp. Guess we dislike all the characters now just based on principle.

Me: yeah… kind of sucks that we’re like this huh?

Brain: I mean I’m not enjoying myself at all. I hate being the party pooper

Me: I just want to be able to have more than 2 choices on a restaurant menu 😩😩😩

Mini pity party where we cry into our tofu stir fry and throw darts at like, the mascot for Burger King or something idk lol

Used to ride sheep

Can those things even run??? I feel like the animal has tot reach a certain speed for it to be considered “riding”??? Am I wrong here????

“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,”

Frank and Steve rivals/enemies to lovers Brokeback Mountain storyline. I’m calling it now. 🤠🤠

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,”

Is this an upgrade from the dime??

If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.

Ok so yes technically this is the only dude I can root for due to process of elimination, but I love sad rich kid characters who were neglected as children* so I’m 100% ok with the team I was assigned to. 🤷‍♀️

*Except Batman actually. Don’t really like him lol. Maybe bc it’s less of a “he was actively neglected” thing and more of a “his parents weren’t alive to neglect him” thing. Which makes me a horrible person but is anyone surprised??? Pikachu? U good?

Also, I just have this FEELING that he’s going to end up as that hallmark boyfriend character who gets dumped at the end when his gf goes back to her hometown and rekindles things with an old flame so… thoughts and prayers for u dude🙏

the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing

I just… can u imagine Michael Phelps going to a bar after a swim race (lmao idk sports terms), or Lionel Messi going dancing after a match??

😂

I’m truly bamboozled lol like don’t they need to recover and train and stuff? To be in tip top shape and everything?? Where is the coach? Where is the nutritionist? Where is the physiotherapist?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

I’m literally having a conniption like an old lady who saw someone’s bare ankle in the 1700s y’all. Like, is this real???

The sponsor isn’t going to ditch them bc they’re not wholesome enough to put on a cereal box? They don’t have a PR/publicist person giving them cues?? Is this bc it’s not a popular televised sport or something??

I feel very City mouse in the country rn 🥺

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor.

Omg he was just sitting outside the whole time 😭 dang, that’s like when u are teen and all your friends decide to jay walk but u are too square so u wait for the traffic light to turn red and the pedestrian signal to light up 😫😫😫 but in the meantime ur just stuck on the other side of the street twiddling your thumbs 😓

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.7K

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#frank adler x reader #ransom drysdale x reader

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babu-haitani · 3 years ago

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Hello again the great amazing Babu!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I feel bad and annoying when I bother you with my dump questions.

But since your requests are open I’m excited to request this to you.

Can I request a shinobu kocho reader that looks and acts like her. Soft gentle personality plus scary and being a cheerleader for toman. She has the same thing with Mikey when losing someone that they loved

Shinobu reader x kazutora, Mikey, Baji, pah-chin, and Hakkai.

I’m saying pahchin bc it funny how he fears insects and he’ll probably fear her

Something like this

I think people might hate me because of this XDDD

This headcanons are basically TOK REV SLANDERS. LMAO...but I hope you would like? what I did for your request.

Slander (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: ??Tbh...I don't know what genre this is XD

Pairings: Kazutora, Mikey, Baji, Pah Chin, Hakkai x FEM! Reader

TW: This contains some spoilers for non-manga readers AND! this also contains some Character Slanders.

P.S I do not hate these characters. In fact, I love them! This content is just for humor purposes?

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

If he's scared of Mikey...what do you think would he be feelin' if he met you????

And you weren't even physically strong as Mikey!

You nearly made this boy cry when you insulted Hanma once and it wasn't even directed to him.

He will mentally take note to not piss you off. Like FR...

He's in charge of 'WARNING' the newbies to never have any connections with you.

He believes you can make anyone cry just by speaking.

The first time you ever insulted him, he nearly wanted to cry and just hide in his room. You completely destroyed his ego.

"You want to defeat Mikey but you can't even accept the fact that you killed his brother? I pity you so much, Hanemiya-san"

MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

The only common thing you both have is that you both have dark impulses...That's it...

You were his childhood friend thus you always hang out with toman and also resulting in you being their...uhmm...

Cheerleader?... I can't say Emotional support cause that would be a lie...

Mikey only sees you as someone who likes to smile and he thinks you're really sweet, so when he got amounts of complaints from the captain and vice-captains about you beating the shit out of them. He doesn't understand.

Oh boy did he understand once he turned out to be the victim himself.

Mikey was feeling tired that day and decided to cancel the meeting after everyone arrived and that made your blood boil.

Mikey wanted to ask Draken for help that day but to be honest...Even the infamous Draken can't do anything about you.

And what scared Mikey, even more, was that you were smiling while scolding him...

"You wasted everyone's time by calling them out to hold a meeting, yet you can't even attend it. Are your balls really that heavy that you can't lift a single finger? No wonder why you need Draken to always help you. You're pathetic"

BAJI KEISUKE

I see Baji as a simp, Okay?!?!

He hates the idea of someone looking down on him but if it was you, he wouldn't mind.

Baji has had eyes on you recently ever since you joined Toman.

He's well aware of you being a..."FOUL MOUTH" woman...

He looks up to you because of your intelligence and confidence in speaking your mind.

You weren't even afraid if someone cuts your head off because of your foul mouth! and he admires that!

He asked you to help him with his assignments that day.

Actually, he couldn't care less about the assignment, he just wants to make an excuse so he can have time with you and as much as you love spreading knowledge to every person you know. You hate the fact that you can't teach Baji and it's making your ego boil.

"I always thought you were stupid, Keisuke but I didn't expect for you to be this stupid...I mean, what would I expect of someone who thinks wearing glasses makes them smarter?"

HARUKI HAYASHIDA (PAH CHIN)

This man avoids you at all cost!

If he sees that signature butterfly bow, he would fucking RUN!

If he finds out you're attending Toman's meeting, he would turn his bike around and stay inside his home.

You scared this man...just because of one incident.

Remember that time Pah Chin, punched Takemichi because of the Kiyomasa incident? Yeah, you were there and you hate stupid unreasonable arguments that don't make any sense.

Peh Yan had comfort this man during your scolding while the other Toman Captains had to hold you down and make sure you were relaxed cause you nearly made Pah whine out a cry.

"Oh my...punching someone and blaming them because of their member's mistakes? That's so low and stupid of you. What? Can't accept the fact that you can't handle your members that's why they almost dirtied Toman's Name? Pathetic..."

HAKKAI SHIBA

First of all...why would you even ASK ME TO INCLUDE HAKKAI AND MIX HIM WITH A SHINOBU READER??? WHYYY???

I feel like Hakkai would even ask his brother for help because you made him cry and destroyed his ego.

Hakkai is kinda like Giyuu in this one...He would try so hard to deny what you said was true but then, later on, accepts it.

Yuzuha had to beat your ass to make you shut up but you also destroyed Yuzuha's Ego...

Oh did I mention that you also made Taiju--Yes, Taiju Shiba. You made him feel bad about himself.

Basically, you just shot the Shiba siblings in the chest.

"You beat your younger siblings because you say that it's love and you care about them? talk about manipulation. Don't you think it's kinda hypocrite of you to be wanting to beat my ass when all I did was tell your brother how much of a coward he is?"

"What do I expect of someone baby-ing their younger brother, Don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with that but to the point they always rely on you? I pity you so deeply"

"Lying about you protecting your sister but in reality, it was the other way around? Wow, I know you were a coward but I didn't think you were also this pathetic to the point you would lie about your sister protecting you. Kinda feel bad for her even more..."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kazutora x reader #mikey x reader #baji x reader #pah chin x reader #hakkai x reader #anime #anime x reader #character slander #headcanons #babu

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pingutats · 3 years ago

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i just had such a good request for a fic. dom/sub dynamic with dom!harry where y/n is being spanked for misbehavior and she ends up crying during it because she feels like she deserves to be hurt, and harry stops immediately and there’s a lot of fluffy aftercare and physical affection

thank you for the request!! i know it took me a million years to get to writing this but finally did it... i know it strays a little bit from all the details of your request but i hope you enjoy regardless!

warnings: spanking, dom/sub dynamic, descriptions of anxiety (maybe don’t read if you’re in a weird headspace, it’s not exactly pleasant!)

word count: 1.7k

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As soon as Y/N hears Harry’s car in the driveway, she dashes from the kitchen to the front door like a kid that’s heard an ice-cream van. After the day of work at home she’s had, of redoing paperwork she’d messed up the first time and struggling through technical issues and communication errors over email—she just needs Harry so badly.

In fact, she’d texted him earlier to let him know. Quite blatantly. With a photo she prays he opened when there was nobody else around.

When Y/N opens the door for him he freezes, taking in her appearance. She’s wearing just panties and one of his shirts, her bare legs completely on display for him. His gaze sweeps up and down her body for a second, then he swears under his breath and strides in quickly. Y/N jumps back to give him room, waiting a few feet ahead in the hallway.

He shuts the door with his arm swinging back behind him, not even glancing over his shoulder to watch it close.

There’s a second of silence as they stare each other down, and it’s in this second that Y/N feels them slip into the roles of the game she’s been wanting to play all day. His eyes go from wide in shock to steady. Her head bows almost of its own accord, responding to the straightening of Harry’s shoulders after he drops his bag.

He inhales sharply through his nose and drops his keys into the bowl on the bench. “You’ve been doing this on purpose, darling,” he says in a measured tone. It isn’t a question. He won’t be asking questions now—she won’t have to think, she can just listen to him, let him take over now.

She plays with the bottom of his t-shirt that she’s wearing, pulling it up enough to reveal the slightly paler skin where her shorts would usually cover.

Harry’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Come here,” he says, beckoning her over.

She considers refusing, just to be a brat, but it’s a lot easier to just go along with him now she’s getting what she wanted. She twists her hands in the t-shirt in front of her as she approaches him, averting her eyes from his as he watches her, suddenly vulnerable under his gaze.

When she’s close enough, he reaches out and grabs her wrists to yank her grip on the shirt free, pulling her off balance so the only thing that stops her falling flat on her face is his arms. She tries to relax into his grip, tries to let herself go.

“Been so fucking needy today. That photo — nearly had me getting hard in the studio right in front of everyone, love,” he says, squeezing her wrists almost painfully. “And look how you answer the door, nearly naked for anyone walking on the street to see.” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue condescendingly. “Do you want to apologise for anything?”

She looks at him, pretends to think, and then shakes her head.

He sighs. “Of course not, you little brat.” His grip loosens. “Alright then. Go upstairs for me.”

She blinks at him.

“I’ll be up in a minute. Go on.” He spins her around and nudges her towards the stairs with a gentle push.

She glances over her shoulder at him before she goes and he only raises his eyebrows expectantly. She’s almost tempted to pull the back of the t-shirt down over her ass to cover herself, but that wouldn’t get her what she needs, and what she needs is Harry to take care of her—so she keeps her head bowed as she walks up the stairs, adding a little swing in her hips with each step just as the icing on the cake. She smiles when she hears his deep inhale from the hallway as he watches her the whole time.

Upstairs, she sits on the end of their bed with her hands in her lap, scratching at days-old nail polish she’ll need to redo soon. There’s a knot in her stomach that’s been twisting all day, stresses piling up and morphing into some ugly feeling she can’t shake, not without Harry’s help. She manages to peel all the bright pink colour off her left thumbnail while she waits.

It seems like forever before she hears Harry’s footsteps up the stairs but when she does, she straightens up. The sound of the door opening makes her jump in nervous shock. She flexes her fingers, trying to calm her jitters. It’s Harry. She needs him.

“Being such a brat today,” he says when he’s finally in front of her. “Aren’t you? Don’t know how to behave.” He sits beside her, squishing her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. “Need me to teach you a lesson, hm?”

She nods at him, eyes moony. Yes, this is what she wants, needs from him—to let him take over for a little while, let him take out his frustration on her, help her let go of her own.

His grip softens a bit. “This okay, baby?” he asks more quietly.

She swallows. “Yeah.”

He leans forward and gives her a quick kiss. She feels like melting against the softness of his lips, pressing against her own, the mouth she knows so well. It’s a comfort in the mess that her mind is feeling like right now.

But he isn’t so gentle as he drags her over his lap a moment later, her face roughly pushed down into the mattress. His hand squeezes her ass, only barely covered by her panties, and her breath hitches.

“Count for me.”

“Yes sir,” she breathes, closing her eyes.

Her exhale is cut short by the force of his palm cracking against her skin, jolting her forward over his lap. The sting dissipates quickly, taking none of the tension inside her with it.

“One,” she says.

“Good girl.” His hand comes down on her again, harder this time.

She screws her eyes shut. “Two.”

It isn’t feeling like how she wants it to feel. She’s too tense, restless, her mind unwilling to float away under Harry’s touch. The pain, which usually is laced with something brilliant and exciting, is just pain today. But with all the mistakes she’s made today, all the things she messed up that have just added to her workload and her stress—maybe this is what she deserves. Punishments are called that for a reason.

So she stays where she is, her head lowered so Harry won’t see anything wrong. She gasps at the third, and it takes her a second to remember she needs to count. “Three,” she says, her voice shuddering.

Harry pauses and she fears she’s made him upset, spoken too quietly, taken too long—she can’t do anything right.

“Love,” he says. His hand comes to rest on her shoulder gently. “Are those good tears or bad tears?”

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment and in the pause, realises her cheeks are wet. “Um,” she says. Her voice shakes.

Harry’s arm snakes underneath her and pulls her up, manoeuvring her so she straddles his lap and he can see her face. The crease between his brows is deep as his eyes dart over her face, his thumb coming to her cheek to brush a tear away.

She leans her head into his palm that was cracking down onto her skin just a minute ago and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“What happened? When did it change?” he asks, his voice soft again, his character leaving.

She shrugs. She doesn’t trust herself to speak without crying more, and she feels stupid enough already.

“It’s alright, love,” he says, shifting so he can sit up straighter and pull her closer to his chest. He rubs her back, kissing her hair. “Let’s just rest for a moment, alright?”

She nods into his shoulder, hiding her face. His hand cradles the back of her head. The panic that she was feeling is dissolving into nothing. All day she felt so tense with so much twisting inside her, and she’d thought she could force it out painfully—she was wrong, of course, and now she feels awful for roping Harry into her misguided attempt to fix herself.

After a couple minutes, Harry taps her to get her to look up at him. “Why’d you want a punishment today?” he asks, without accusation.

She shrugs, raising her shoulders as high as she can and then letting them drop sharply. “Just felt like I needed it.”

He nods. He understands that sometimes she feels like this—needs to lose herself in playing a role for an evening, forget about real life and its responsibilities—because he knows the feeling too. She’s helped him in this way before. They take it in turns: give each other what they need, when they need it. “Wasn’t helpful today, though?” he prompts, his eyebrows raised sympathetically.

She shakes her head, looking sheepish. “Sorry.”

“Hey,” he says. He smiles a little bit and a shallow dimple appears in his cheek. “That’s fine. It’s just a game. We play it whenever you want to, we stop playing when you’re not enjoying it. That’s important, alright?”

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Sorry.”

“Need to stop apologising, baby,” he tells her. “Just keep talking to me. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kisses her cheek and the gesture raises butterflies in her stomach, even still after all the months they’ve been together. It reminds her that he’s there for her, to look after her, to take care of her when she can’t do it for herself. His lips stay close to her skin as he asks, “How can I help, though, really?”

She buries her face back into his shoulder. “Dunno,” she says, her voice muffled. “Just need you.”

She feels his chin gently knock against the top of her head as he nods, his arms tightening around her again. “You’ve got me, baby. Always got me.”

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thank you for reading! if you did like it, a reblog would be really appreciated as well as any feedback/comments you might have! you can find more of my writing on my masterlist.

#harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #fic

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svchengss · 3 years ago

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hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed.

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”.

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started.

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers.

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside.

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made.

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited.

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out.

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded.

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party - jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home.

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically.

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone.

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it.

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made.

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted.

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets.

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you.

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck.

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence.

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers.

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less.

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy.

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home.

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave.

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him.

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more.

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days.

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated.

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-”

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more?

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands.

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening.

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back.

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air.

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure.

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair.

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him.

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence.

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride.

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Hi can you do a can a hc of Victor Krum x Hufflepuff male reader

Ok, ok, yes. Yes please. Yup. Please ignore me pretending I know anything about his character. I just got the fourth book and I'm trying-

Part 2

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Let's be honest, you two met at Hogwarts during the TriWizard Tournament.

Well, not during it. You guys officially met before the games even started, but his school was there for it.

So, you'd probably bumped into bum in the halls or something and he brushed off the small butterfly in his gut and said it was no big deal.

But like there was a moment when he developed a little crush for you.

It was one of those moments where like you were sitting on a rock by the Black Lake and he was pacing and he was doin' his work out thingy and his eyes land on you when he's walking by and he's like

"OOP, a CUTIE-" and he walks over to the rock and his fangirls are like "NONONONO-"

But it's too late, he's already next to you.

And of course your nervous, he's a fAMOUS QUIDDITCH PLAYER AND HE'S NEXT TO YOU

And he's tall, dark and handsome, so 👀

Ok, but when he makes you blush, he's feeling gitty inside. Probably starts speaking Bulgarian souly out of excitement.

We all know the fangirls end up shipping you two.

And it doesn't take long for Krum to realize you sat on that rock every time you wanted to study.

So he stops by almost every day just to chat with you.

Adventually, you start opening up to him slowly and getting to know him and he gets to know you.

Viktor realizes your so smart and he's just like "He's cute AND a genius?!!"

You literally blow him away.

He wants to be able to give you his address or letter thingy so you guys can write all the time because he needs it in his life.

But first he has to get to know you.

So he does that. He notices the little things, too.

He sits beside you on the rock, and helps you study, when he knows how to help you in that particular subject.

You guys play like twenty questions.

He asks about your hobbies, you ask about what classes he takes, he asks about your favorite color, you ask about his favorite broom trick.

It's honestly so cute though because when you guys realize you have common favorites, you forget about studying and just talk about those favorites.

And somehow it comes to your favorite subject and your just like going off and your smiling, talking with your hands, your loud and he's just looking at you like "W O W"

Viktor probably doesn't understand much about the subject, but he loves seeing you like this.

And you're like "I HATE THIS ONE THING. IT'S DUMB, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN??" and he's like "yES. IT'S DUMB AND STUPID."

But in reality, he's just staring at your sparkling eyes and thinking "Ah, yes, I am clueless........................... He's adorable, tho."

Other than that? His head is empty while you talk.

You're voice is like music to him, especially because of your accent. He just can not get enough.

Viktor tries to get you to tell him stories just so you ramble and get off topic.

He's smitten over you, it's quiet simple.

He can and will show off during the TriWizard Tournament tho.

He dedicates his win against the dragon to you.

HIM ASKING YOU TO HELP HIM FIGURE OUT TOURNAMENT TWO-

He gives you the egg as a gift after you figure it out. He honestly doesn't care if he's even allowed to take it home or not, it's yours now and you will have to go through him to get it from you.

Like he'll wink at you from whatever he's doing and maybe do a little flex, especially during the second trial.

Honestly, he probably looked for you during the second trial to find you but you were in the Black Lake.

He DEFINITELY kisses your head while wrapping the towel around your shoulders. He spends his time gently drying your hair while everyone is excited and screaming around you.

Like yeah, he's happy he did it, but he's relieved your safe. He probably officially falls in love with you when you look at him with like big, innocent eyes and say thank you.

And that's when be tries to ask you on a date but you can't hear him over the screaming crowds.

Naturally though, he's very, very careful and protective of you after the whole lake thing.

I feel like he gives some of the best hugs.

I don't know why. He gives the best hugs and head pats.

HE'S THE TYPE OF HUGGER THAT GIVES YOU A LITTLE SQUEEZE THEN LETS GO.

He probably asks you to the dance and then asks you out at said dance.

Take him to Hogsmead. I feel like he'd enjoy it. Take him to the Quidditch shop. Do it. Watch him brag about his broom and then fluster himself by knocking over a stack of books or something.

Please. You guys'll be walking down the halls together and like bump shoulders and your hands will brush against each other and you'll blush and he'll smile and you guys act like nothing happened.

But he will ask you out to the ball.

And it's probably sudden, too.

Like you guys are eating breakfast together and he just blurts it out and you almost choke and die on pumpkin juice and he just smiles and chuckles while patting your back.

"Please don't die, I'd love an answer to my question." "I-I'm sorry, what was the question again?" "Would you like be my date to the dance?" "S-.. Sure! Yes."

He bows to you at the dance and asks for your hand. Definitely kisses your knuckles too.

He IMMEDIATELY compliments your suit/tux fuck it, dress, whatever you wore, dude. You do you. He loved it though and he thinks you look amazing.

Thinks your outfit is adorable and will not stop repeating it.

The color of your suit? His new favorite color.

But his new favorite colors are also: your eye color, your hair color, your skin color, your favorite color-

It's a whole list.

You're just his favorite.

He tries to spend like every day with you until he has to leave.

He writes to you first and it's something so sickeningly sweet you hang it up in your dorm room.

He can and will give you tickets to his games. Shows you off to his team mates.

STOPS BY HOGWARTS TO SEE YOUR QUIDDITCH GAMES IF YOU PLAY-

YOU GUYS PLAYING TOGETHER ON THE FIELD.

Him giving you pointers on your broom so you guys are sharing one and his chest is against your back and his hands are over yours like in those muggle movies with the couples clay classes or whatever-

Just you two playing quidditch.

Please.

He let's you win, if you arne't used to playing. But if your on the Hogwarts team, you better be ready to fucking go.

And if your totally uncomfortable on a broom, he will teach you (once again, sitting behind you on the broom, hands over yours blah blah clay), and it's like 2 feet off the ground and he's holding you close to you don't fall or go any higher.

I didn't know I needed this until now-

Just kinda realized I didn't focus too much on the Hufflepuff aspect of the request, so I'm gonna add some more so here we go.

People joking about how every Hufflepuff has a Slytherin and how you definitely have one and he's like "... Who are they? I'll fight them. Give me their names-"

Krum losing it when you give him a special gift from your collection (ex: rocks, flower petals, stuffed animals).

If you make him a friendship bracelet, he will NOT take it off.

Give him a flower crown and he's making you one. Fight me.

This man lacks any toxic masculinity. He can and will wear jewelry you make him.

Him relaxing in the Hufflepuff Common Room and just enjoying the softness and everything. Just everything. He loves it all.

He loves messing up your tie and laughs when you smack his hands away and frantically try to fix it.

He loves pulling you into a kiss by your tie or your rob's and, once again, messing them up so your shaky hands have to do it.

He loves flustering you.

CALLS YOU "PUFFIE" WHEN YOU GET ANGRY

#viktor krum x male reader #viktor krum imagine #viktor krum #viktor krum headcanon #hp x male reader #x male reader #male reader #hp imagine #hp headcanon #not a story

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nayspy · 3 years ago

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Summary: When you have to move away with your family and you find a very nice surprise but it brings pain as much as it brings happiness. But is the happiness worth it??

YES,MAYBE,NO : 2

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I am quite proud of myself . I made a friend well I think I did. Her name is Gwen. Gwen Stacy. She is my lab partner and well i will say she is truly brilliant. I mean I just met her half an hour ago but she seems cool.

"So did you just move here or just transferred schools?" She asks as she works on some machine in front of her.

"We moved recently!"

"We?"

"Oh yeah, my mom me and my sister "

" oh" I have officially ruined chances of having a good conversation . She drops something "Oh,I am stupid " " No argument from me there."

"Ha-ha" she gives me a sarcastic laugh as I grin at her and the bell rings to notify us of the end our day . I am quick to take a bag and leave because I am exhausted and I wanna go home and change into my shorts and just lay around. "Goodbye" I say to Gwen with a curt bow . "The skies weep when you tell me goodbye." She yells back . And I leave grinning.

I am waiting for my sister . I have been waiting for half an hour because guess what my stupid brain decided to leave the keys inside the house. I am sitting on my stairs as I see a figure walk up to me .

"Hey"

"Hi?"

"Are you new here?" " Not really I moved in a while ago"

"Oh well I am flash" "Hi y/n" "wait you are y/n -" "yess whyyy?" "I was looking for you today morning I was assigned to you for your tour" he says .

"Oh no I asked a guy and he helped me out"

"I am sorry I was late and I didn't know I had to until I showed up." He seemed genuinely sorry.

"It's fine , its a shitty day either way."

"Can I?" He gestures to the place beside me I give him a nod. " you wanna talk about it?" "Oh I am not going to dump that on you come on" " Nah I owe you dude"

"Well I just don't feel like you know doing anything ,people have friends, ambitions ,relationships me not so much and it affects me" "Are you free today evening?" "Mainly yes why?". He gets up and starts leaving me clueless as to what he meant. And he turns around giving me a lopsided grin " 7:00 clock I'll pick you up ! Dress casual" . And just like that he is gone.

It's 6:50 and I am nervous I keep glancing at the clock because I do not know shit about dating a person. “Why are you wearing my skirt?” Caroline asks as she strides into the room. “Honestly, I think it looks better on me.” I answer nonchalantly and start wringing my hands . "Whatever, where you going looking like a sexy goddess." "Thanks" I say. "That was a question" "oh right I think I have a date he said he will pick me I am worried." "Dont" as she goes to say more the bell rings " Oh my God kill me hide me please!" She walks away rolling her eyes . "Hey you are?" "Flash" She scrunches up her nose thinking about the name . And just walks away whispering "don't do anything I wouldn't "

Well if you think about it there is not much she doesn't .

I am surprisingly having a nice time he is very good at this conversation thing . "So what else do you like to do?" I ask him "I actually hold a world record." "Oh, cool! In what?" "Dumbassery." That gets a laugh out of me . "You have a pretty laugh" and I blush but I don't get those butterflies people say they do . I never went on dates I had boyfriends but it was mostly friend turned into something more so I have decided never Date your friend it gets awkward. "When I wake up I'm afraid of the idea of facing the day." "Huh?" "When I wake up I'm afraid of the idea of facing the day." "I'm sorry to ask this, but, are you... are you quoting Adele?" He laughs.

We are parked outside my house."Well I had a great time. Did you?" " Oh yeah it was cool...... hanging out with you?"

"Obviously!" He exclaims. Wait. What ?

"So this wasn't a date?" " It was but I got the message you are not interested in me within first 5 minutes " So.....I don't understand him. "It's cool we can hang out you are a good friend to have Forbes. I will see you tomorrow at school." And he drives away . I have never been this confused in my life. So wait was this because he did not find me good enough or something. Of course it was. You are stupid 'why would someone willingly date you? ' says one side of my brain " you were too good looking for him anyway"

I am going to bed as Caroline enters through the door she has this guilty looking eyes and I simply know she did something " What did you do?" "I may or may not have broken mom's room mirror and her favorite vase that aunt syl gave her " "How did you manage to do that?" I say to her while trying to control my laugh.

"I don't know " She shrugs. “Oh, you really messed up. Can I be there when you tell mom?” "Dude help me" and I start laughing and she leaves huffing out the door.

"Y/n" I hear someone call out. As I make my way to the loving room I see my mon and Caroline sitting on couches I am guessing she told her. I just arch an eyebrow at her and she nods. Confirming my thoughts. "Yeah?" "Can you go to the grocery store and get some stuff I have it noted down on the pad I have stuff to deal with." I nod and make beeline to wear my jacket and get out as soon as I can.

**Peter's pov

Being Spiderman is not easy I just had to stop this idiot from robbing a bank I Mean they should get it by now its not happening . I feel my phone buzz as I land on a roof and check my phone.

Aunt may : Please do not forget the eggs .

I did forget about them . Now I have to get out of this suit because I forgot put money in my bag . Ugh the misery. I quickly get out of the suit toss it in my bag . I quickly ran hand through my hair to set them and not look like i just rolled out of bed.

I enter the store there are surprisingly not many people there and I make my way to the eggs and there is only one. I am on time. I reach for it when it slides right out of my hand. I turn over to look at the person who stole my eggs

"Uhmm I w-want the eggs" " Yeah well so do I " "No you don't get it ! I need them" "Well go cry about it" "Are you always this heartless?" I have no idea how or from where I got this confidence that I usually hide behind a mask . "Sure whatever you believe " " I need it or my aunt will throw me out of the house " "Do I care? ..... No I don't" says the girl .

" okay how about this you take half I will take half?" I look at her expectantly. "Yeah no not happening they will be gone by tomorrow then" "okay how about I buy you one more carton tomorrow " "No you don't even know me how will you give it to me?" She is starting to annoy me . "Well give me your address" i have no idea why I said that it's creepy "yeah right " She snorts. "Did you just snort ?" I ask her clearly amused "No " she looks at me wide eyed ."yeah y-" "Okay fine you take half I will take half "

"You new to the neighborhood?" I ask her giving her a side glance. "Why?" "Never seen you before." I simply shrug. "What you know everyone in this neighborhood?" Uh yeahh. I want to say out loud but I can't Well then I will have to explain how and I am not sure I know how to answer that . "I am y/n btw" she says "and to answer your question . Yes I just moved here." "C-c-cool" I hold the carton as she transfers them into her bag I have no idea how she is going to carry them without them breaking I say "bye " and run out . I liked this girl being around her gave me this cockiness which I get very rarely and when I am in a suit. And then I realize I never registered her name or even offer mine or the fact that I have a girlfriend. Shit.

The date oufit

Flash is not that big of a douchebag atleast to you

Taglist: @xoxoloverb

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shoutogepi · 5 years ago

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Red Roses

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.5k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), flowershop!au ]

themes : haaaa where to begin… almost dubcon?? (BEWARE!), dom!kiri, size kink!kiri, light spanking, tinyyy bit of ass play, little use of “Sir”

bio : Kirishima decides to educate you on the alternative meaning behind a red rose.

author’s note : this fic was meant to be for the @bnhabookclub provisional licensing exam event using their flowershop!au, but alas... i am a lazy procrastinator. anyway you should check them out!! i’ve absolutely loved being a part of something so great. also thanks to all who helped me with this fic <3 buuut special thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for beta reading <3

tagging: @queensynderella @marilla-eldriana @1-800-callmekatsuki @hisoknen

also available on AO3 here

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🅃he bell tinkles overhead as you step into the quaint store, palm clammy against the metal doorknob and chest tight with apprehension.

“Y/N! Thank god for you,” your friend exclaims from behind the register, sliding over the counter with ease. She shoves the apron she’s holding into your hands before attempting to throw her hair into a messy bun. “I cannot believe my sitter cancelled on me this last minute— my husband has to be out of the house in ten minutes!”

You smile at her gratefulness, but your eyes are not on her. The curtains on the back room part and out steps the store owner, red eyes landing on you. “Y/N,” he greets you, the timbre of his voice low and cool. You nod and smile hesitantly toward him, shifting your attention back to your friend even though you can feel his gaze raking over your body.

Yuki wags a disapproving finger toward the man behind the counter, “Kiri, you better take good care of her!” She commands with a playful yet firm tone, body already halfway through the door you’d just come in through.

Your entire being screams out for you to beg her to stay, but you hold your tongue as you recall it was you who said you’d cover her shift. She already seems to have had the stress lifted from her shoulders at your arrival, and you can’t bear to back out after coming all the way here.

Looking back toward the source of your stress, you can’t help but admire him. Scarlet locks hang down around his face, majority pulled back into a sleek, short ponytail to give you a better view of his handsome face— jawline sharp as his teeth and the scar on his forehead slicing through his brow. He’s tall; well over six foot with rippling muscles adorning his long, tan arms. He’s wearing a crisp, white button down rolled up to the elbows, black and red ink poking out of the hem and trailing down his forearms. The store’s pine green apron is pulled snug around his figure, accentuating his broad chest and narrow hips. You already know his ass looks incredible, even though it’s hidden by the plastic countertop. He’s a five course meal on legs, for Christ’s sake, but you know better than to get ideas— he’s a player.

“Of course,” Kirishima replies across the store after her retreating form. His eyes drift over to you, catching your stare. “I’ll take great care of her.”

The door closes, sealing you to your fate with the red beast of a man. For a moment you just stand there, frozen as your mind runs through a thousand thoughts. Before he can comment about your blatant staring, you rip your eyes away from his, throwing the neck of the apron above your head. Tugging the tie around the back of your waist, your fingers fumble with the thick material as you turn to face him again. “So what should I work on?”

He seems amused at your question, even though it’s extremely valid. Not even bothering to hide the generous once-over he gives you when you've finally tightened the bow behind your back, he takes his time to answer you. “Yuki usually does the ordering for next week’s shipments tonight, but I’ll do that. You can put together some bouquets— I’ll give you one to follow off of.”

You’re honestly surprised that he’s giving you real work to do, but then again, you are covering a shift after all. Kirishima shows you the corner behind the counter designated for bouquet assembly, and he helps you make the first bouquet before he slips away behind the curtains of the back room once again, leaving you alone in the store.

He’d picked a simple bouquet for you to reproduce; a dozen red roses with a few sprigs of baby’s breath and a touch of greenery. The work is pleasantly methodic to complete, and by the time the sky is dark, a small sense of pride blooms in your chest at the pile of bouquets you’d managed to complete. It’s five minutes to close, and not a single customer has come into the store in the last hour. You’re snipping the ends off of the last branch of baby’s breath when you hear the rustle of the curtains behind you.

Immediately the atmosphere of the room changes. The once warm and light mood that filled the shop dissipates, replaced with a heavy, silent tension that causes trepidation to ooze into your veins.

“These look pretty good, Y/N,” Kirishima speaks from behind you, thick fingers moving over the packages of cellophane in a slow, analytical sweep. You roll your eyes, wondering if he’d thought you’d do a shit job or something.

You open your mouth to give him a curt thanks, but your voice dies in your throat as you feel his presence a hair’s breadth from your backside. The heat that rolls off of him licks at your skin through your clothes, your hands fixed midair.

“Though this one’s a little off,” he murmurs, breath washing over the shell of your ear. His hands come into your field of vision, arms absurdly thick and just generally large in comparison to you. His hands are just as big, dwarfing yours as he plucks the dainty flower from your stiff fingers.

The tattoos that peek out from the cuff of his sleeves hold a certain gravity that captures your stare. You watch him tuck the stem among the bouquet in your peripheral, placing it in precisely the perfect location to make the ensemble flawless.

Your stomach lurches when his chest brushes against your shoulders, fingers turning in on themselves to form to meager fists that you place atop the counter. “There,” he whispers, and you can feel just how close his lips are to touching your ear.

His voice does something to you; up close like this it sounds almost akin to how a tiger’s purr rumbles through its whole body. Except it’s your body that it thunders through, an unwanted heat beginning to form between your thighs. You shift your legs slightly, bringing your feet closer together in an attempt to mitigate the sensation.

You nearly gasp when he pulls away, eyelids fluttering shut in relief.

“You’re actually pretty good at this,” he comments, returning to the pile of bouquets that rest along the countertop. He starts to tuck them into his arms, red gaze flickering to gauge your expression. There’s a knowing gleam in his eyes, and you try your best not to allow heat to flood into your cheeks. But he doesn’t push it any further, turning and walking around the counter to crouch in front of one of the fridges that line the wall. You find yourself wishing for the cool air to wash over your own face, and you grab a few bouquets before making your way over to him.

You kneel down next to him, slightly annoyed that even sitting down he’s still at least a head taller than you. Stupid proportional man. You open the door and prop it open against your hip, leaning in to place the fresh bouquets inside an empty bucket, following Kirishima’s lead.

Kirishima watches you from the corner of his eye for a moment. “Thank you,” he says as he continues to fill the buckets in front of him, “for filling in for Yuki, I mean. The shop doesn’t look too busy but it needs two people to keep it up and running, so… I appreciate you coming in.”

His words are unexpected, and they bring a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks. You’d never seen the playboy be so openly appreciative before, although honestly you’ve only seen the fuckboy side of him— the one that eyes you down, and blatantly flirts with you when you come to visit your friend during her shifts. “Of course, Kiri,” you reply automatically. The burning in your cheeks only intensifies when you realize you’ve addressed him so informally, but when you turn to apologize to him, you find he’s much too close for comfort. He’s leaned in, taking you by surprise as the scent of his deep, savory cologne wafts into your face. Those carmine eyes piece into yours, making your stomach fill with butterflies, flapping round your stomach in a concoction of nerves and— you hate to admit it— hunger.

“You’ve done such good work today, Y/N,” he nearly whispers, and you watch as his full lips part to utter the words, sharp fangs glinting at you. Before you lose yourself to the moment, he stands, mollifying the intensity and severing you from the invisible string that pulls your gaze to his. You hesitantly take the hand he reaches out to you, trying not to think about how truly huge it is compared to yours. He pulls you up effortlessly, and you still as his other hand comes to touch the back of your waist when you all but collide into his chest. “Sorry,” he says but you wouldn’t deem his tone apologetic, “you’re so dainty, y’know— like a flower.”

You turn on your heel to face the other direction, hoping he doesn’t notice how much his comment affects you; you’re sure you look like a bird with fluffed, ruffled feathers— you certainly feel that way at least. You let out an awkward laugh as you take a hasty step toward the register, your body wanting nothing more than to rid itself of this infuriatingly delicious heat that Kirishima’s words create underneath your skin, licking and crawling along your bones. Finding yourself safely harbored behind the counter once again, your eyes fall to the nearly-completed bouquet you were just wrapping up when Kirishima exited the back room. Your fingers reach for a sprig of greenery, flat wide leaves fanning out in an elegant manner that could only accentuate the beauty and simplicity of the red bouquet.

But your sense of security is proven false, for Kirishima’s deep, demanding voice trickles like honey into your ears. “Red roses are accepted as the symbol of love all around the world,” he pauses for dramatic effect, and you hate to admit you’re left teetering on the edge of your metaphorical seat waiting for his next words, “but true florists know they convey another meaning.”

By the clarity of his diction you can tell he’s standing not far behind you, probably a step or two away. You can feel your heart rate spike again, your breath catching as you wonder what his next move will be. “And what’s that?” You reply dryly but it comes out more like a breathless whisper.

His thick forearms intrude your vision and settle on either side of your figure, leaving just a touch of space from your flesh. Your nearly shaking fingers drop the twig of leaves when he reaches between your hands, plucking a single thorny stem from the assembly before you and holding the soft, velvety petals to the tip of your nose. He doesn’t have to say the words for you to know to take a sniff of the blossom, and you inhale as much as your lungs will take before he answers your question, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“Desire.”

Your body freezes completely, too shocked to even draw in a breath of air, when his pointy teeth graze the very tip of your ear. Jaw hanging at his sheer impudence, you’re still as a statue when he moves the soft swell of the bloom across your far cheek, soft petals trailing along your fiery skin. The action tickles slightly, causing your head to turn toward his face that hangs down above your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he coos, and again there’s that rumble in his voice that resonates through your frame. He drops the flower, not caring to even spare a glance as it falls from his fingertips. The digits move to cup your chin, middle finger pushing the corner of your jaw to swing your face directly in front of his. Simmering red eyes stare deep into yours, flickering toward your lips briefly before he decides he no longer wants to drag this out.

You’re horrified to moan so unabashedly when his lips press against yours in a vicious siege, dominating them and claiming them as his. His kiss is rough, as if he can’t hold himself back from his beast-like passion, yet it’s much more meaningful and encaptivating than you’d imagined it would be. His arm slithers around your hips to place his hand atop your ribs. Your eyes widen at his undisguised motive, and you open your mouth to call him out— but before you can pull away to tell him to stop, his tongue slips between your lips. Knees wobbly at the sudden intrusion, your tongue begins to move with his, stroking, and swirling, and tangling into one sexy, sloppy mess. His hand slips from its place on your ribs, drifting underneath the side of your apron and cupping your entire breast— not much of a challenge for his large palm.

Kirishima moans into your mouth at your acceptance, and you can only croak out a small whimper of reciprocation. His hand is hot through the nearly sheer fabric of your blouse, and the bra does not do much to block his calloused hands from your chest. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, just hard enough so you’d have to struggle to pull away from him. That is, if you were ever to want to pull away from him.

Your hands are still frozen in front of you, unsure what exactly to do in this situation. Mind completely exhausted of all higher levels of thought, the only emotions you can recognize are lust and satisfaction. Actually, your brain is so hazy with these feelings that you don’t even complain when he starts to undo the tie at the back of your apron. His teeth drag across your bottom lip, the sharp edges not quite pressed hard enough to cut you, but for some reason it brings an unexpected thrill. Pulling away from your mouth, Kirishima’s lips meander across your jaw, his hand tilting your head up so he can continue his journey to your throat. He sucks on the tender flesh there, inhaling your sweet and clean scent as his tongue washes against your skin. You gasp at his brazen action, ass pushing against his hips to discover something long and thick there. Teeth prick into your flesh just a touch too hard, but he’s let go of you after only a minute, and he traces over the small wounds with careful licks.

“Do you,” you suck in short breath when he squeezes your breast, your words faltering, “Do you do this with all your employees?” You taunt, but Kirishima can recognize the doubt in your tone. It’s hidden under false scorn, but your question is pure and filled with true intent.

He pauses his treatment on your neck for a spell, and when he speaks, the wet skin on your throat feels cold as his breath falls upon it. “Of course not,” he purrs, raising his head to take your earlobe between his teeth, pulling away and sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. Your body jolts at the stimulation, and your bottom brushes against his crotch again. This time, his hand moves from your breast to wrap around your waist, securing you in place. He presses his concealed cock against the swell of your ass, and you bite your lip at the sheer size of him. Leaning in, he places a long stripe on the side of your ear with his hot tongue, and you can hear the teasing dripping from his voice. “Only with the pretty ones who beg for it.”

Kirishima’s hips rut against your ass, and he holds you in place so that the gentle grind he offers is felt in full effect. You nearly moan at the feeling of his hot length rubbing against you, your pussy starting to leak onto your panties. Of course you know he’s been around, but he’s so sexy— and he’s got to be good at what he does with all that experience.

He pauses, angling your face to still in front of his again. There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and a pleased smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth. He turns your face away again, and your eyes fall shut as his nose scrapes along your cheek. “Yuki says to stay away from you,” he grumbles, lips pressing against your cheek as he speaks, a groan slipping from his parted lips as he rolls his hips into yours particularly hard. Your bottom lip is held prisoner between your teeth in a desperate attempt to hold in the moan that craves to be set free. “Says a good girl like you is too good for me to be messin’ around with.” His words convey a dash of irritation, and you’re caught off-guard at the seasoning of disdain.

You wonder when she’d told him that— when they’d talked about you— but Kirishima does not allow you another moment to ponder it. He kisses you again, and all thoughts are cleansed from your brain as his lips seize yours. The hand on your chin drops and you gasp as it lands on the hem of your skirt, curling around you so his hot palm rests on your inner thigh, just a short distance from your soaked panties. Your feet move to draw your legs together, and your quivering thighs rub against his hand as you struggle to make your body move to your will. Pulling back to fill your lungs with fresh air, you mumble against his lips, “Kirishima, that’s—”

“But I know you’re not all that innocent,” he continues, fingertips brushing over the saturated lace. He groans as he traces along your slit, delighted to find you’re more than aroused from all his touching and teasing. Your cheeks feel impossibly hot, and you let out a soft whimper as he grazes over your clit a few times, your head falling back against his broad chest. Kirishima takes in your lustful expression, and the way your eyelashes flutter at him makes his cock twitch in his pants. “You’re so wet, sweetheart— fuck, you’re a naughty little thing. Y’want this, huh?”

Even though you only give him the slightest nod, he seems to accept your response, for his grip around your waist tightens considerably, pulling you flush against him. His hips buck against yours and you moan aloud when the clothed tip of his cock rubs against your panties through your skirt. You can’t even react when he spins you around, your head feeling fuzzy and laden with desire. He grabs your hips, easily placing you on the edge of the countertop before his fingers move to rip off your apron, then coming to undo the buttons at the front of your blouse. “The— The store,” you pant, eyes darting toward the door that currently sports the ‘open’ side of the sign. You swallow thickly when Kirishima falls to his knees, landing at the perfect height for him to put his head between your thighs.

His hands move to snag the hips of your panties, and you nearly whine in embarrassment when he slides the item down your legs, a thick string of your lust connecting the material to your pussy before it severs. Kirishima only moans in awe, pride oozing into his system as he takes in how drenched you are for him. He shoves the soiled lace into his pocket, and you whine at the action, about to complain but he cuts you off. “Don’t worry, Princess. No one’s gonna bother us,” he breathes out as he comes closer to your weeping core, your slick trickling down your ass cheek to drip onto the countertop.

White hot mortification bursts through you as he takes a long whiff of your pussy, and you squirm to move backwards but rough hands trap your thighs open, dragging your ass to hang halfway off the edge. He smirks as he looks up at you, examining your flustered expression.

“You ‘dunno how long I’ve wanted to have a taste of this sweet little pussy,” he growls, and your hands fly to the end of the counter to steady yourself, grasping onto it tightly. He chuckles when your cunt twitches before him at his words, his hands spreading your thighs apart into an obtuse angle, moving forward to drag his nose along your slick folds. You whimper at the contact, clenching around nothing as he teases you, your mouth falling open to suck in ragged breaths of air. His tongue darts out just slightly, and he runs the tip along your slit, separating your folds and savoring how your thighs shake underneath his grasp. “Mmmm,” he moans, sending tiny vibrations echoing through your sopping cunt, “good girls always taste the best.”

You can’t bear to look at him any longer, and you move your hand to place your curled knuckle between your teeth as his tongue creeps out, the flat muscle petting over your entrance slowly. His teeth graze your clit and you whine at the stimulation, the smooth enamel sliding across your bundle of nerves easily. His tongue is slow and playful, stroking you and avoiding where he knows you want him most.

Kirishima nuzzles into your cunt, rubbing your clit again with a lewd snarl pulling up his lips. “Look at me,” he commands and you follow his direction instantly, eyes blown wide with lust and tongue pressed tight against your knuckle. He groans at the sight, and you only shift your hips in his grasp to try to get closer to his mouth. Those scarlet eyes find yours once again, and you struggle to hold his gaze as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it in and rolling his tongue over it. He moves the muscle hard against you, just fast enough to have you moaning out, your hand flying from your mouth to grasp the top of his crimson hair. Pulling away briefly, he blows a small huff of air across your heat, shit-eating grin splitting to gloat. “Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart? Be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your lips waver as they press into a firm line, your thighs straining to close at the intensity when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. But his massive hands hold your legs apart without any effort, and he lashes his tongue against you without mercy. There is nothing more you want other than to throw your head back and close your eyes, jaw hanging open and heated pants drifting out, but you force your gaze to remain on the man between your legs. Your fingernails scrape against his scalp as you try to find some way to channel the pleasure he introduces to your body, but the action only seems to spur him on. One hand leaves your thigh only for his other arm to wrap right around your ass, and your hips buck helplessly against his face when a fingertip prods your slicked entrance.

Kirishima does not ask for permission, and you suck in a silent gasp as his finger spreads your pussy, shock and pleasure shooting through your limbs at the stretch just one finger provides. “You seem a little quiet, sweetheart. Wanna hear that sweet voice of yours again,” he growls against your pussy, tongue flicking down to trail along the edges of his finger lodged deep inside of you.

You can only whimper as he glides the digit out, pushing it back inside slowly and nearly making your eyes roll back in your skull. His finger is already so long and thick— god, if you had fingers like that you could probably make yourself cum in—

A shriek of bliss rips from your lungs as he thrusts his finger into you, curling toward himself and rubbing some place your fingers have never reached. There’s a cocky grin on his face, and you hate to admit he looks so good looking up at you like that from between your legs, but you can’t bring yourself to form any words. “That was cute,” he chuckles, jagged teeth nipping gently at your pearl again and forcing your entire body twitch against him. He makes sure to capture your full attention before he finishes his thought, the corners of his lip curling with something darker. “Is that the best you’ve got? I think you can do better.”

He’s anything but gentle, the heel of his palm rubbing against your folds as he fucks his finger into you at a rapid pace. You’re seeing stars flash before your eyes, the sliver of sanity you were so desperately clinging to ripped from your grasp. You cry out when his mouth returns to your clit, sucking, and flicking, and slurping. Your eyes just won’t stay open, jaw losing the opposite battle as it hangs ajar, broken and unrestrained moans tumbling out like a burst dam.

Kirishima seems satisfied with your reaction, and he begins to groan against your cunt. You’re dripping with enough slick to coat the entire lower half of his face, and the vibrations from his throat only reverberate through your pussy, making you sharply tug on his hair.

“K-Kirishima,” you pant, a plea about to leave your lips. You’re not sure if you want to beg him to stop, or to give you even more. But Kirishima makes that decision for you.

A strained gasp slices though you when his finger slides out of you, only to be pressed against another digit and shoved into you. The unexpected addition causes you to yelp, a strained moan purring out of you as he allows a few slow strokes for you to adjust. Jesus, having two of his fingers in you feels like you’re being stuffed already— a fleeting pang of fear shooting through you as you wonder what his cock will feel like. But you’re not allowed to ponder the thought, his fingers picking up the pace and curling against that spongy spot again.

Body squirming with bliss, your hips thrash in his hold, switching between scooting back and forth, rocking yourself against his mouth. Kirishima can feel your cunt begin to tighten snug round his thick fingers, your walls fluttering and pulsing at his rough but generous stimulation. “Gonna cum? Bet you make sucha pretty face when you cum, come on sweetheart,” he murmurs, slick lips kissing along the top of your pussy, across your clit. You would’ve cum already if he just kept that sly mouth of his on your clit, and you don’t expect his next words to affect you so much as you cum all over his hand. “Sooner you cum, sooner I can split you open with this cock. You want that, right? Wanna have me fuck that tight little cunt— y’wanna be my good girl, huh?”

Kirishima holds your hips close, arm tightening around your bottom as your body spasms with your orgasm, euphoria zipping through your entirety. The broken moan that rings out into the room makes his cock pulse in his pants, trousers feeling suddenly much too snug for his liking. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, thighs quivering atop the counter and toes curled in your sneakers.

Finally he allows you a moment to breathe, fingers slipping out of your pussy and standing before you. His arm slides up with him, snagging around your waist to lay his palm flat against your shoulder blade and hold you upright. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirks as your eyes finally open, only to catch him tracing his tongue along the fingers that just brought you to heaven’s gates.

Your palms land on the broad expanse of his chest, fingers curling around straps of his apron. He laughs as you whine gently, ducking down a considerable distance and allowing you to slip the loop over his head. You undo his shirt as your lips collide, this time in a sloppy and desperate kiss. His tongue rolls over yours in your mouth as he tugs your bra to rest on top of your chest, your breasts spilling out into his eager palm. He thumbs over your nipples and growls against your mouth, and you whimper and allow your fingers to spread across the flesh of his chest. When you open your eyes, you notice a black and red dragon carved into the top of his pec, dipping halfway down from his collar bone and curling around his shoulder down the length of his arm.

Shirts thrown to the floor in crumpled heaps, you trail your fingers down his hard six pack, thumb combing through a neat trail of black above the button of his jeans. Digits running down to cup his hard length, you look at him with wanton eyes and groan. “Wanna taste you, Kiri.”

Kirishima clicks his tongue in his mouth, a beefy hand wrapping around your wrist entirely and steering your hand to rest on the bulge on his thigh. Your eyes widen almost comically, your throat drying and pussy tightening with a cocktail of apprehension and excitement. He leans down to run his tongue along the column of your throat before he pulls back with a brief nibble to your jaw, locking eyes with you. “I don’t think a sweet girl like you can handle taking me in your mouth.”

His fingers move to undo the button on his jeans, the suspense thick in the air as you watch in awe. He tugs the jeans to rest beneath his ass, the bulge in his black boxer-briefs already indicating you might be in for more than you can handle. You try not to let your jaw drop when his cock springs free, swollen tip glazed with a sheen of pre and pulsing veins decorating the entire shaft. Hand around the base of his cock, you whimper as it only covers half his length— his fist is already considerably bigger than yours and suddenly you’re in fear for your pussy.

Kirishima laughs at your expression, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and smoothing the hair from your forehead. “Don’t worry Princess,” he murmurs, arm around your waist again to push your hips to the very edge of the countertop. Your pussy twitches when the head of his cock brushes your folds, and you find yourself wondering if you’re about to be in a world of pain or pleasure. Probably both. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing gentle, wet kisses there.

“I don’t— I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you croak out, arms hesitantly wrapping around his neck. Yet your legs spread on their own accord, inching forward so his cock rubs against your opening.

Kirishima purrs at the action, licking his lips against your throat. “We’ll make it fit, sweetheart.” He brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into it, the crude noise making you flinch and wrinkle your nose in disgust. But it doesn’t last for long— any conscious thought leaves your brain when you glance down, seeing him stroke the top half of his cock with his slick hand. Biting your lip, you close your eyes and pull him closer, trying to prepare yourself for whatever is about to come.

Thankfully his movements are slow as he pushes into your wet cunt, and you’re surprised how easily his length slides into you. The stretch is unreal— unlike anything you’ve ever felt before— and it takes all your willpower not to clench around him for you know that will just cause you further discomfort. He only enters you halfway, grip tight on your waist as if he’s having a hard time controlling himself. Sighing against the flushed skin of your neck, he moves to kiss you again, lips tender and careful.

You whimper when he gives a tentative thrust, your nails clawing into the muscles lining the top of his shoulder. His cock is so thick, and knowing it’s only halfway inside you has your stomach twisting in terror. He’s goddamn huge. It takes a few more gentle thrusts for your grip on him to loosen, and your body relaxes slightly in his arms.

Kirishima clearly has enough experience with this, because the pace he sets is perfect. His hands slide all over your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of flesh he can find. Hips rock into yours at a slow, benevolent pace, your pussy stretched wide around him and fluttering as his thick veins drag along your velvet walls. Lips finding yours again, his tongue and pointed teeth distract you as with each thrust his cock shifts a tiny bit deeper inside of you.

At some point you start to moan, head falling back and mouth open wide as long, unadulterated sounds float out from the bottom of your lungs. Kirishima’s pace hastens, hands landing on your hips and thrusting into you swiftly. His cock is making your head spin, brain full of fog as your heart hammers in your ribs. He swears as his rough hand claps atop your ass cheek, taking note of the way your pussy shivers around him and a sharp squeak is summoned from your lips. “God you’re fuckin’ tight sweetheart— fuck, you a virgin?” He moans, fingers biting into the reddened skin on your ass. When you shake your head at him, he questions how on earth it is possible for you to be this snug around him, but he makes sure to thank whatever deity there is for it.

You cry out when his thumb greets your clit, and he fights to maintain his measured pace at the way your cunt squeezes so tightly. Your slick is dripping onto the countertop, his cock buried deep in your core, again and again. His added stimulation to your clit has you gasping for breath, a coil in your stomach filling with pressure. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod Kiri please don’t stoppp,” you beg, pupils drifting up into your skull and your hands flying all over his torso, grabbing whatever skin you can reach.

Kirishima groans, palm pushing your tailbone forward so your hips bump against his. You scream at the full intensity of his cock inside of you; every inch and every vein setting fire to your insides, his thumb relentless on your clit. Your vision turns white as you reach your peak, your body seizing in ecstasy. Pulling him close, you wheeze for breath against his chest, his thumb never stilling its movement on your clit until you grab his wrist and rip him off of you, overwhelmed with the bliss from your orgasm rippling through every bone in your body. He’s still moving inside of you— albeit at a snail's pace— but it’s enough for him to prolong the pleasure simmering in your veins.

Finally you collapse into his chest, mind numb and eyelids too heavy to keep open, your lips pressing clumsy kisses into his skin. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, his fingers carding through your tresses. “Now, that was cute, Princess,” he says, the amusement in his tone laced with something darker. His fingers curl in your hair, pulling your neck back so your head tilts up to meet his sinister gaze. “But you didn’t get permission to cum, did you?”

Your heart begins to race, your stomach plummeting as he holds your gaze without vigilance. You whine as he pulls out of you, your cunt never feeling this empty before as his hot length disappears. Kirishima picks you up without effort, biceps swelling with intricate swirls of charcoal ink. He places you on wobbling feet before spinning you around, your hands flying out to grab the counter as he shoves your shoulder down.

“That makes you a bad girl, Y/N.”

Horror streaks through your every limb, and yet, only a sinful moan wanders out of you, your feet moving apart and thighs spreading for him to fit between. You crane your head to look at him, drinking up the beautiful man behind you. Broad shoulders trail into a broad, thick chest, tapering down to a tight and powerful waist. Each muscle on his body is prominent and enticing, covered snugly with tan skin that glimmers with a sheen of sweat. His red hair hangs to frame his handsome face, mostly still tugged back into his low ponytail.

As if reading your mind, he moves a hand back and snags the tie off, vibrant locks of scarlet licking the tops of his shoulders. Running a hand over his forehead, he looks at you with a predatory gaze, a smirk curling up one side of his lips. “Y’know what happens to bad girls, right?” You bite your lip and shake your head, egging him on as the top of his cock traces around your opening. “Bad girls get punished.”

The loudest scream of the night rips through you as he thrusts into you without warning, his cock hitting all different kinds of places than before in this new position. Kirishima doesn’t allow you a moment to adjust; he starts slapping his hips against your ass roughly, fist gripping the hair near your scalp again and pulling it tight so your back arches. You cannot breathe, or speak, or think— but somehow his name slips out of your mouth between all the moans.

A harsh slap across your ass sounds, the sting causing your pussy to quiver around his length. “Bad girls don’t get to use my name,” he growls into your ear, leaning over your body to take the tip of your ear between his teeth.

Your eyes are crossed in pleasure, your expression probably comforted into the most lewd, carnal face you’ve ever made. His cock is too big, and you know you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow, but maybe that adds to why it feels so fucking good right now.

“You’re makin’ this seem like a reward, not a punishment, Princess. You like taking it rough, huh?” He teases, pulling your head back by your hair and eliciting another moan from you. “Answer me.”

His cock pounds into your cunt, the sheer stretch enough to make you cum, let alone the length. Your lungs begin to shake as you feel your orgasm building again between your legs. “Yes Sir!” You yelp when his palm cracks against your ass again, your knees wobbly and the pressure continuing to build.

Your reply makes his cock twitch inside of you, and Kirishima sucks in a cool breath of air between clenched teeth. His hand grips the bottom of your thigh, and you cry out when he hikes your knee onto the countertop, cock drilling into you even deeper than before.

Your pussy twitches as you cum instantly, a drawn-out moan vibrating through your throat. Fingernails scraping along the countertop in your gaze of euphoria, Kirishima is forced to halt his assault on your cunt as it squeezes him tightly, his teeth piercing into his lip in pleasure. But as soon as your cunt loosens, he’s fucking into you with renewed vigor, your hips knocking into the counter as he plunges his massive cock into your sloppy heat. “You just don’t fuckin’ learn,” he snarls, wrist twisting to pull your hair tighter, bending your spine to his will.

“I’m sorry Sir,” you choke out, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks. Each thrust brushes your cervix and it hurts, but at the same time the intensity of it all feels incredible. “I didn’t know I could… could cum so q-quick! Please, Sir— ah!— Please forgive me!”

Kirishima tosses his head back at your admission, your apology immediately accepted. His hand slips from your hair to your throat, turning your head so he can see your face as he pounds into you without mercy. The tears slipping down your cheeks make your eyes sparkle and he groans, his own end in near reach and only approaching quicker at the sight of you. “Y’look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart— shit, I know you have one more for me,” he leans in and pokes his tongue out to collect a salty tear, kissing the wet skin on your cheek. His thumb on your throat wanders to your lips, and you take the digit into your mouth with enthusiasm, keeping your eyes locked with his.

You whimper around his finger when his other hand comes around to circle your puffy clit, already overstimulated and thighs shaking. Your legs try to close but he keeps them spread apart, cock still ramming into you as his lips trail down to your neck. His hand on your throat loosens and comes to rest on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and tracing his slippery thumb over your puckered hole. Your eyes widen with shock, and you force your voice to work even though it comes out scratchy and breathless. “W-What are you— Kiri wait, that’s—”

“Have you ever had anything in here, Princess?” He inquires as his thumb slips into you, making you shriek at the fiery stretch. Pushing the digit into your ass, he moans at the sight of you sucking in his thumb so obediently, your hole trembling and squeezing round his finger.

You shake your head, at a loss for words once again. You can feel his cock rub against his finger through your walls, and though it’s a foreign, unfamiliar sensation, it’s far from unwelcome. More tears of pure pleasure descend from your lashes, the combination of all his stimulation driving you insane. You can feel your climax building with every thrust, your walls dragging along his cock and his finger, his other hand rolling your clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me, it’s alright,” he purrs, balls feeling tight with his near release. His fingers pinch and rub all over your slick clit, and you mewl out as that familiar pressure heightens in your stomach. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Show me how good you are, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t allow you a second to think, and you whine out for him when his hips crash against your ass, shoving his entire cock inside your soaked hole and spreading your aching walls. The spot he’s hitting with the head of his cock causes your eyes to cross— you didn’t even know it existed before now— and suddenly everything is too much, and you’re crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you.

Kirishima gives a few more hard thrusts before he’s there too, the tips of his teeth piercing into your neck as he floods your pussy with his heavy load. Your cunt pulses around him, milking out every drop he has to offer as you’re thrown into waves of complete euphoria. Eyes closed, toes and fingers coiled tight in pleasure, you whimper as he gives your clit a few more rubs before his hand moves up to push his hair back. “Good girl,” he praises, hot palms sliding along your curves and rubbing circles into your skin.

You’re totally spent; body limp atop the countertop, nipples hard and hot against the cool plastic, tears drying on your cheeks, ass feeling warm and fuzzy, and pussy trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. Kirishima is careful when he pulls out, and you can’t even find the energy to make a noise of complaint at the emptiness between your legs. You can feel his release begin to dribble out of your abused hole, and your body twitches when he presses his thumb in to shove his seed back inside.

He sighs as he grabs a paper towel from the sink behind him, dragging it along his weeping, yet still impressive, length. As you’re still catching your breath, he walks around the counter and into your field of vision, tucking himself back into his pants nonchalantly. When he reaches the door, he flips the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’ before sauntering over to you, eyes trained on yours. “Well, sweetheart,” he chuckles, gaze raking over your exhausted form, still collapsed on top of the counter in a sedated-like state. He reaches forward, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he smiles brightly, but a shadow of something more ominous lingers in those scarlet eyes. “You’re gonna have to cover Yuki’s shifts more often.”

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soooo that happened. finally some dom kiri on my blog!!! please be sure to lemme know if you enjoyed <3

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