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roseyodditea · 6 months ago

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Hiii (llove ur harumasa work)

If u don't mind writing for both haru and Seth (cuz both of them have cute Lil fangs my god those teef)

Could I request love bites from them? Like they saw their s/o and felt they looked extremely cute that in the midst of a hug/snuggle/cuddle they just Chomp or any extra scenarios

I'll leave the rest to u but extra dose if fluff Plz!

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You are so right I do love their little teeth.

They Bite Because They Like You - Seth/Harumasa x gn!Reader (Seperate)

Summary -> About 500 words each. Barely proofread because it was written in the waiting room of a vet's office <3 Warnings -> None! The biting isn't too suggestive

It was a cozy, rainy afternoon and after what felt like hours of begging and pleading you had convinced Seth to forgo his training for the afternoon and cuddle up with you to watch a movie. Between the light pattering of the rain on the windows, the lit candles being the only light source, and the big fluffy blanket, it was hard to not feel relaxed. You were thankful to have this time to enjoy with your sweet boyfriend. You had never dated a feline thiren before, so it wasn’t unusual for Seth to do something you weren’t quite used to, but this was new. Your sweet boyfriend was… shaking? Vibrating?

You picked your head up just slightly to get a look to make sure everything was okay, only to see him intently focused on the tv. Nothing seemed wrong, so you put your head back down on his chest, hearing the noise and feeling him shake again. After a few seconds you realized what it was. He was purring and it was the best noise you’ve ever heard.

“You are adorable,” you coo and see his ears twitch a bit as he looks down with a clueless expression.

“Huh?” He tilted his head a bit, curious.

“You’re purring! You’re all comfy and cozy and purring!!” You tease and poke his side only to hear the high pitched noises he let out in protest. “Cute!”

“I am not cute!” He let out a shrill giggle, a bit ticklish.

You continued to tickle him relentlessly, pinning him under your body weight as you listened to the noises and snorts, your hands moving to tickle his stomach. “You’re the sweetest and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Seth lets out a particularly loud laugh before reacting on pure instinct, reeling up to sink his teeth in your bicep before he realizes what he did, looking at you blankly, bracing himself for the teasing that was about to come.

“You just bit me like a little kitten!” You teased, finding it adorable despite the slight sting from the sharp fangs on your skin. “Like you had enough pets and you just bit me! That’s so cute.”

“No! I’m not cute!” He chokes out another laugh before biting more up your arm, like a petulant little kitten who was losing a fight. It doesn’t phase you at all, not minding the little raised red marks you’d have peppering your arm once you were done. How could you stop when he was being this adorable?

Seth finally wiggles away to the other side of the couch before he pouts and moves out of your grasp, sitting up and looking away from you, his ears flattening and twitching lightly as he glances back to see if you’re paying attention.

“Nooo I wanted to cuddle,” you sigh and watch how he wasn’t budging. “...Truce?” Seth looked over and smiled softly. “Truce.” He replied before moving to lay on top of you, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your torso.

“Are you going to start purring again?” You ask a bit excitedly.

“Probably. I’m enjoying this time with you.” Seth murmured and nosed into your neck.

… “Can you meow for me?”

“Absolutely not.”

Publicly being Harumasa’s partner was… difficult to say the least. Walking through Lumina Square on a weekend with the flash of fans and press every now and then was a pain on its own, but the scolding words from some of the super fans who wanted to “steal your place” was overwhelming. It was too much, and you ducked into an alleyway and sat down on the concrete, catching your breath while Harumasa tried to get the press off of his back. You sat and a fat street cat came over for pets, helping you relax even further. You didn’t hear the footsteps until the cat ran away, Harumasa letting out a frustrated huff. “Hey, love.” He cooed softly and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m sorry today was ruined.” “It wasn’t ruined,” you mumbled and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. “I got a little overwhelmed and needed a breather. It’s okay.” Harumasa was quiet for a bit before he spoke back up. “Well… Let me make it up to you. I know what you want~” A teasing tone dripped off of every single word he said, those golden eyes shimmering in mischief.

“What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking we'll go back to your place and make some cookies.” He offered and immediately a little light shined on your rain cloud. “Yeah see? There’s that smile I love so much.” He stands up and pulls you up with him.

“Fine, fine that sounds much better than being mobbed.” You let out a small laugh as he hoists you to your feet. Hand in hand, you both walked out of the alleyway and got maybe fifty steps before more fans and cameras found the both of you.

Random questions were thrown out, people asking for autographs or photos shouted over the insults being hurled at you. Harumasa just stopped, not wanting to give them the time of day after he just wanted to see your smile. He looked over, the look in his eyes saying he had a plan. “Can I do something over the top, ridiculous, and weird?” You tried to tune out all the people before looking at him. “What?” “C’mon. Yes or no?” “I-” one more call of someone threatening to ‘steal’ Harumasa from you sets you over the edge. “Yes. Go ahead.” Harumasa lit up before suddenly picking you up, twirling you around before attacking your face and neck with kisses and love bites, even playfully tugging the skin of your cheek just to hear the way you roared in laughter. He was being overly affectionate as you shrieked and shrilled, repeating ‘I love you’ like a prayer as he held you close to him, acting like the crowd wasn’t even there. Eventually they got the idea and dispersed, but Harumasa didn’t let up. Instead he had moved on to just biting and nipping playfully and laughing as you squirmed.

“Ah! Teeth! Teeth!” You placed your hand on his forehead and tried to push him away, the two of you practically wrestling in public and laughing. “Stop! Mercy!” You laugh as Harumasa pulls away and places one more dramatic kiss on your cheek before grabbing your hand.

“See? Now they’ll leave us alone because they think we’re freaks.” He laughs and gives you another playfully hug.

“You’re so weird,” you caught your breath as the last of the laughs died off on your tongue.

“Oh but you love it~” He lifts your hand to his lips for what you assume was a kiss before sinking his teeth into the back of your hand.

“Quit it!” You flick his nose and laugh as he dramatically reels away, stumbling until he’s back in step with you.

A/N, but a bit more personal than normal -> I'm still learning about the landscape and etiquette of Tumblr because I've only really browsed until recently. So excuse me while I experiment with trying to create a style that's recognizable at a glance. Also are there like other community things I need to work on? I know I'm a very shy liker and reblogger and I'm trying to break the habit in my mind and actually outwardly show support more. I say that but my OCD makes it hard sometimes. Anyway have a good day thank you for reading <3

#oneshot #asaba harumasa #harumasa x reader #zzz harumasa #seth lowell #seth lowell x reader #seth x reader #seth zzz

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redr0sewrites · 2 years ago

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Hashiras Reacting to Reader Calling Them Pretty Hcs

Demon slayer hashiras reactions to you praising them/calling them pretty!

🥀Characters: All of the Hashiras (minus Muichiro) x reader (seperate)

🥀CW: none, just fluff!

Giyuu

Giyuu is sooo easy to fluster with praise

he lacks praise and compliments a lot, hes pretty socially inept and isn't great at interacting with others so the second you praise him or compliment him his brain short circuits!

giyuu realizes how happy your praise makes him, and starts trying to praise you in return, its really cute seeing him stumble over himself attempting to compliment you

he is completely unaware of how pretty he is, and when you tell him hes pretty he doesnt believe you at first

after you call him pretty for the first time, he just kinda blinks at you

it takes time for him to adjust to it tbh, and he'll flush a pretty pink anytime you whisper to him how pretty he is, and what a good, pretty boy he is

i honestly feel like giyuu is more insecure than even he acknowledges, and whenever you call him pretty or compliment him in general he truly takes it to heart, and over time he ever so slowly begins to like himself more<3

"Youre so pretty Giyuu!" Your words ring in his ears as he stands there, completely frozen in surprise. His ocean eyes bear into yours, and for a second your scared that you made him uncomfortable. Giyuu blinks, and a pretty pink flushes the tips of his ears and cheeks. "You.. really think so?" His voice is soft, yet he forces himself to maintain eye contact with you. Now its your turn to blush. "Of course I do! Giyuu, your the prettiest person I know!" Giyuu swears his heart skips a beat, and a rare smile forms on his face. "I... thank you. I think you are very pretty as well." You cant stop the smile that blooms on your face, and you rush to practically tackle Giyuu in a hug.

Tengen

Listen, this egotistical mf KNOWS hes gorgeous

however, when you call him pretty Tengen takes it to heart much more than anyone else

He truly cares what you think of him, and while he knows hes attractive, whenever you say it he swears his heart soars

Tengen will scoop you up in his arms, pressing kisses to your face and making you laugh as he practically begs you to say it again

He will tease you about it as well, Tengen loves seeing you flustered about how attracted you are to him

Overall, he showers you in compliments as well

You and all of his wives dont go a day without hearing how gorgeous and strong you all are, and when the tables are turned Tengen truly does enjoy the praise

"Fuck, Tengen, you're so pretty.." Tengen stopped his training, turning towards you with a cocky grin on his face. "What'd you say, doll?" You flushed, turning away to hide your red face as your lover approached you. He was coated in a sheen of sweat, and he had foregone his shirt due to the summer heat. "Nothing! I didn't say anything," you grumbled. He laughed, eyes shining as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Oh, I think you did say something! Its very un-flamboyant of you to lie baby~ now, are you gonna tell me or not?" He smirked, leaning down to be face to face with you so your lips were only inches apart. "Its nothing really..." you meet his eyes, swallowing softly from the tension of being so close together. "I just said that youre pretty.." Tengen barked out a laugh, still smiling as he scooped you up in his arms. You screeched, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "Say it again~"

Shinobu

Like Tengen, shinobu is aware of her beauty, but perhaps not as egotistical as him

She is subconsciously aware that she's attractive, but looks never really mattered to her anyway so she never really bothered to care about her appearance

Now though, with you in her life, whenever you compliment her looks she feels a strange fuzzy feeling inside

Shinobu adores your praises, and finds herself wanting to be pretty for you. She'll model an outfit for you, getting dressed up for no real reason other than to hear the sweet words that spill from your mouth

whenever you call her pretty, she truly, genuinely believes you and it honestly shocks her how much she trusts you

Shinobu is better at expressing her feelings through actions rather than emotions, and while she may not compliment you as often, she still makes it known how gorgeous she thinks you are, inside and out

Shinobu was humming softly, her morning had been rather pleasant and she was excited to see you. You had promised to stop by after you current mission, which had lasted for a week. "Nobu!!" Your voice made her turn, and a genuine smile graced her features as you pulled her into a sweet kiss. You sigh, seperating your lips only to lean your forehead against hers, looking into her dazzling eyes. "Shinobu, your so pretty." Your compliment startled her slightly, and she blinked, heart beating just a but faster as she pulled you into a kiss again. She pulled away, a thin trail of spit seperating both of your lips. One of her hands moved to caress your cheek, and the other gently gripped your hair as you both stared into eachothers eyes, enjoying the precious moment you had together.

Rengoku

Your praising him for once? wow

Seriously though, Rengoku is the ultimate bf when it comes to praise

He loves expressing his affection for you, and isn't afraid to tell you that he thinks your stunning

Whenever you compliment him, he always returns your energy in earnest, whether your acknowledging his looks or his skill or anything in between, Rengoku is quick to fire back a sweet, thoughtful compliment of his own

Rengoku doesn't care too much about his looks, though he does try to put in some effort

whenever you call him pretty, the biggest smile forms on his face and he laughs out loud

after you call him pretty, Rengoku sweeps you up into his arms and gives you a tight bear hug while kissing the top of your head and whispering sweet nothings to you

"Rengoku, can you come hear please?" You call out to your boyfriend, and he appears in the doorway almost instantly. "Can help you lift this with me?" You motion to the large table you had just finished building, and he nodded enthusiastically. Within a metter of minutes, the table had been settled and Rengoku was beaming at you. "Thank you so much baby," you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently kissing his cheek. You sigh, looking into his eyes as he pulls you close, the two of you slowly dancing to non-existent music as you relished in the comfort of eachothers embraced. "Rengoku, youre so pretty." The words slipped past your lips without a second thought, and your boyfriend grinned impossibly wider. He laughed, cupping your face with both of his large, gentle hands and pressing a swift kiss to your forehead. "How could my beauty ever compare to yours, sweet flame? You are ethereal!"

Mitsuri

Mitsuri gets extremely flustered whenever you praise her! Her whole face is red and she is shaking in embarrassment whenever you call her pretty<3

She doesnt believe you at first, how could someone like her ever be pretty to someone as stunning as you?

Her bubbly nature attracts all kinds of people to her, and while she gets plenty of attention most of it is for her body rather than her. However, when you call her pretty, she knows that you're talking about all of her, even the imperfections

I think she would squeal in delight when you call her pretty, and while she is very embarrassed she also thinks its so sweet you think of her that way

Praise in general makes her super happy, and she tries to praise you a lot too!

"What do you think?" You showed Mitsuri the cake you had made for her, and she looked as though she was about to pass out in delight. "Its perfect!!! It looks so delicious, I love you so so so sooo much!!!!" Mitsuri was bouncing up and down, cheeks a pretty pink as she ogled at the sugary heaven in front of her. You smiled to yourself, enjoying every second of her happiness and admiring her own sweetness. "Mitsuri, you really are pretty!" She squeaked, staring at you as her whole face turned bright red. "Wha- whats making you say that all of a sudden???" She brought her hands to her cheeks, squirming in embarrassment as you giggled. "Nothing! I just think your pretty." Mitsuri yelped, tackling you im a hug and nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck in embarrassment. You smiled, gently running your hand through her hair absentmindedly as she pulled away, cheeks still rosy. "I think youre really pretty too.."

Obanai

Whenever you call him pretty, Obanai tries to act all calm and collected yet in his mind hes freaking tf out

He'll look away from you, desperately trying to avoid eye contact

Obanai is incredibly grateful that his bandages cover his blush, yet you can still see a soft pink on the tips of his ears

Calling him pretty is something really intimate between you two, especially considering his scars and imperfections

He never really sees himself as pretty, yet when you say it Obanai feels as though he ascended to another realm

Call him pretty when he takes his bandages off, and he might break down a little

Obanai truly trusts you and feels safe with you, and youre one if the few people who has seen him with his bandages off

Because of this, he really values your opinion and whenever you compliment him about anything he takes your thoughts very seriously

Obanai sighed, slowly removing the wrapping from his face. Kaburamaru hissed softly, curling into the crook of his neck as he placed the bandages down onto the counter in front of him. Around others, he hid the scars that disgusted him but when he was around you, in the comfort of your home, he could truly be himself. You slowly approached him from behind, humming softly to alert him of your presence. Obanai turned to face you, and you reached up to cup his cheeks. Your face crinkled in a smile, gently running your thumb over his scars and leaning in to press a kiss over each of them. Ovanai sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to each hand cupping his face. "Youre so pretty Obanai," you say softly, pulling him into an embrace. "Is that what you think?" he whispers softly in your ear, and you nod. He let out a shaky sigh, burying his head in the crook of your neck as Kaburamaru rested their head atop yours in an embrace. His breathing slowed as he allowed himself to melt into your touch, finally relaxing after a stressful day. "I love you so much, you know that?"

Sanemi

Calling him pretty can go one of two ways. Sanemi will either deny it and go feral, or he will get super flustered and deny being flustered

listen. hes confident af. he knows that hes fucking hot. we have ALL seen his boob window and sexy scars. sanemi KNOWS hes fine as hell, but pretty? if you call him pretty, hes honestly shocked

if you called him pretty around others, he would probably try to deny it and he would be kinda incredulous to the idea

however if you both are alone, and you play your cards right, you might unlock flustered sanemi

he'll blush, pretending to be annoyed but he cant deny that his heart feels like he just ran a marathon

compliments in general get him flustered while simultaneously boosting his ego x10

sanemi really really likes it when you compliment him, esp when your complimenting his appearance but he will NEVER admit it

Sanemis head lay in your lap as he dozed, your fingers gently running through his unruly hair. It was rare to see sanemi with his guard down, his eyelids drooping as he began to nod off. He looked so gentle and ethereal, whisps his white hair falling on his face. "You look so pretty Nemi," you say, gently massaging his scalp with your nails. Sanemi moans softly at the feeling of your affectionate touch, nuzzling into your lap for a second before he suddenly stiffened. "What the fuck did you just say?" Sanemi bolted upright, sitting in front of you and trying to look angry, yet his flushed cheeks gave him away. "I said you were pretty!" you repeated matter-of- factly. "Huh?! What the fuck- no I'm not!" Sanemi's cheeks were burning a beautiful red, and you pulled him back down into your lap. He grumbled, but quickly melted into your gentle caresses as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. The sleepy atmosphere soon returned, yet Sanemi's face remained a pretty, flushed pink. "My pretty boy," you coo, giggling to yourself as he glared at you lazily. "Shut the fuck up," Sanemi grumbled lovingly.

Gyomei

Gyomei would be pleased that you think he is pretty, but since hes blind he doesn't truly understand what you mean

in his eyes, everyone is pretty and equally beautiful, so while your compliment is touching to him, he doesn't truly understand it

however, he begins to realize that you think hes pretty not just because of his looks, but because of other traits too

such as his strength and intelligence, his faith and his gracefulness.

Gyomei calls you pretty too, while he cant see you, he believes with all of his might that you are the prettiest person in the entire world

your aura and your overall soul truly makes him see you as a beautiful person regardless of looks, and gyomei compliments you often

"There you are!" You called out to Gyomei, who appeared to be sitting under a tree, enjoying the scents and sounds of the beautiful landscape. "I was looking for you!" Gyomei turned towards the sound of your voice, a gentle smile forming on his face despite the constant tears streaming down his face. "Apologies, my soul. Ive missed you very much!" You grin at his words, approaching him as he stood to his full height. Your reach out to embrace him, letting him wrap his arms around you as you melt against his large form. Rough hands trace up your sides as Gyomei presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you pull away to stafe up at him in adoration. "You truly are pretty Gyomei, inside and out." Your words are gentle, meant for his ears and his ears alone. He hums in response, rubbing soft circles against your back with his large hands. "So are you, my dove."

HELPPP GIYUUS IS SO SHORT AND HES LITERALLY MY FAV <\\\3 i feel like im shadowbanned or sum cuz like nothing ive been posting has been getting notes 😭 is it obvious i am SO BAD at writing for Gyomei????? anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!! PLEASE SEND IN MORE DEMON SLAYER REQS IM BEGGING YOUUU!!! (ALSO VOTE IN THE POLL FOR WHAT I SHOULD WRITE NEXT!)

#hashira x reader #hashira x y/n #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #giyuu x reader #tengen x you #tengen x reader #tengen x wives x reader #shinobu x reader #rengoku x reader #mitsuri x reader #obanai x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi x y/n #gyomei x reader #gyomei x you #demon slayer fluff

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yinora · 1 year ago

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how do you think the spn boys ( Sam, Dean, Cas) would separately react to a reader who needs reading glasses. like it's boring long ass research time and reader just pulls out their glasses and the boys are like '??? when was this'. I just think it would be very cute 😭🫶

a/n: OMG YES!! i love this request sm <3 though personally i dont have reading glasses, i tried to make this accurate, i hope this is good T.T i hope you enjoy!!

pairing: Sam, Dean, Cas (seperately) x gn!reader

Dean Winchester

it was just another ghost case, a vengefull spirit that's pissed off, so ofcourse, you had to figure out who this ghost was, when they died and where the remains were burried.

you were in a small town, the ghost was killing people with what they feared, so far, there were three victims, one was a woman who was scared of heights, she got pushed off a building. the second was a man who was scared of tight spaces, he got suffocated in a closet, and lastly there was a young girl that was scared of deep water, and she drowned in the deep side of a pool, all over the span of a month.

Sam offered to go get you three some proper lunch from the local store, so you and Dean have to do most of the research, or atleast make a start on it.

Dean is making himself comfortable on one of the two motel beds, with Sam's laptop for research.

you sit down next to him, with a book on vengefull spirits, because you mentioned something about how this spirit could be a different kind than usual.

Dean glances at you for a second, a small smile on his lips, but quickly, his expression changes to one of absolute surprise as you whip out a pair of glasses and put it on, opening your book, though in the corner of your eye you can see him looking at you.

"what?" you raise an eyebrow.

"you have reading glasses?" Dean asks in a surprised tone.

"yeah, obviously" you glance at him.

"got a problem with that?" "what? no, no ofcourse not" he replies, though he has a teasing smile on his face, which makes you roll your eyes. yeah, he was so gonna use this against you for teasing.

Sam Winchester

its been over an hour since Dean said he was gonna go and check out the scene once more with Cas, and you and Sam are still sitting there in a motel room.

Sam has been researching for the past 45 minutes, on his laptop. you two are quiet, save for the occasional typing from Sam.

you made yourself a cup of tea, before sitting down at the small table in the room, pulling a book. you also pull out your reading glasses, putting them on and adjusting them slightly before flipping your book open.

Sam, being so engrossed on his laptop, doesn't notice for about 20 minutes, untill he looks up to ask if you've found anything, but the words die on his tongue as he looks at you, focused and reading... with glasses? since when?

"uh... did you find anything yet?" he ask with slight hesitation. he doesn't want to mention the sudden glasses, because what if you take offense? or get embarrassed? he doesn't want that, the least he wants is feel like an absolute idiot.

"no" you respond with a sigh, putting your book down and sliding off your glasses to be ontop of your head, grabbing your now room temperature tea, though you know Sam, and you can see in his eyes that he's confused about the glasses.

"i've had them for years, though they make researching on a laptop even shittier, and usually i borrow yours for research, so i don't put them on. besides, they don't do much for anything else, and i usually inspect the items we find at a scene, so, don't feel bad you didn't notice them before" you explain, smiling a little to yourself when he lets out a silent, relieved sigh.

"okay, okay, so i'm not a terrible boyfriend for not knowing you had reading glasses, good to know" he says with a slight laugh at the end of his sentence.

"you look cute in them, they suit you"

Castiel

Dean and Sam left to get dinner, leaving you in the motel room alone to research some more, because why not.

you were peacefully reading some newspapers, checking for any details you might've missed. the glasses you were wearing sliding down every once in a while, so you adjust them to sit back up on your nose properly.

you suddenly hear the sound of wings fluttering, and low and behold, Cas is standing across from you, though instead of the usual greeting, you're met with silence as you two look at eachother, the angel tilting his head to the side as he usually does when he's curious about something.

"....hello [name]..." he finally says, his eyebrows furrowing subtly.

"i didn't know you needed reading glasses." he mentions rather bluntly, making you smile.

"yeah, i know. you haven't been around much lately during research" you see him furrow his brows even more.

"i... think i should've known." he mumbles.

"isn't it normal for someone to know those things about their partner?" he asks you.

"yeah, but its not a big deal if you simply haven't noticed, its just a pair of glasses i barely use, its nothing to feel bad about" you say reassuringly.

#supernatural #spn #spn x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural preference #castiel x reader #castiel novak x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural imagine

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wriothesleybear · 1 year ago

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Jiyan SFW Headcanons

~a/n: I’m a simp for strong, gentle dragon man. Here’s some sfw Jiyan headcanons. I’ll probably do a seperate post for nsfw headcanons for him. It’s been a long while since I’ve last written so hopefully I’m not rusty.

Protective and doting boyfriend! (will defend your honor) Not really but he knows how dangerous it is outside the city so he doesn’t like to let you walk alone without him so he can guarantee your safety. He knows you’re capable of handling yourself but he can’t help but worry. He doesn’t have that much relationship experience due to most of his life being focused on battling tacet discords and protecting Jinzhou city and its people. Although he may not know much regarding relationships, he’s a quick learner and you can’t really tell that he’s that inexperienced due to how well of a boyfriend he is to you. I can see him being the nurturing and mothering type. What I mean by that is he pays attention to your wellbeing and health, making sure you’re eating right, making sure you’re happy, etc. Your well being comes before his. Man can cook. You will be well fed when he cooks for you, making sure you’re eating a healthy, hearty meal. He’s a really good listener and will put all his attention on you when something’s bothering you. He’ll do everything he can in his power to dispel your problems and to ensure that you’re happy.

Not the type to really be into pda. Not because of his duty to portray a respectable image of being a General everyone looks up to but due to preferring to share your affection for one another behind closed doors without watchful eyes that are usually on him in public. The farthest he’ll go with pda is hand holding or having you rest your hand on the inside of the crook of his elbow. Plus all the elders would probably tease you two if they saw you being lovey dovey in public. It’s already hard enough with them seeing you guys near one another. The elders always ask you two about wedding bells and children. Your cheeks burn red while Jiyan coughs, closing his eyes to stop himself from blushing as well and just tells the elders maybe in the future. This causes you to hide your face into the side of his arm as shyness, warmth, and giddiness overcomes your senses. He smiles down at you and adores your cuteness. He seems like he’d be good with kids. Maybe a little awkward and quiet but he’s sweet, caring, and gentle. He wouldn’t mind having a family with you in the future. Hopefully when things have calmed down, he’ll ask you to marry him and you two can start a family.

He is such a gentleman. He always asks for permission before doing anything he thinks you may be uncomfortable with. Instead of buying flowers from the shop, man actually plants his own flowers and gifts them to you. He would create a special flower that would represent his love and affection for you. (He would for sure propose to you in the middle of the little garden he made for you under the twinkling lights.) Speaking of lights, he loves stargazing with you. It’s one of his favorite activities with you. Just laying in the soft grass, enjoying the night breeze and cuddling close to one another as you enjoy the peacefulness with one another.

Good kisser. His favorite type of kisses are long, slow, passion filled kisses. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding your body close to his while his other hand gently cups your cheek as his lips connect with yours, electricity shooting through the both of you. Everytime before he heads out onto the battlefield, he always makes sure to give you a long passionate kiss that takes your breath away because he doesn’t know when he will be back or if there’s a chance he’ll make it back, so he wants to make sure you understand his undying love for you in case he doesn’t make it back home to you. He also likes forehead kisses. Sometimes when he returns from the field and he really missed you, he doesn’t leave your side for a while and always has a hand on you. One time, he came close to not making it home from a field mission that when he stepped through the door to your shared home, he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a long time. You swear you could feel him shaking a little, you got worried that something bad happened. After a few minutes of silence, he told you what happened and that he was worried he wouldn’t see you again. You cupped his face in your hands and peppered kisses all over his face until he melted into you and was finally calm. You told him that everything was okay and all that mattered was that he was here with you now. Although he was grateful for your comforting words and affection, he still didn’t stray far from you that whole night. At bedtime, he held you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as you combed your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. Due to the exhaustion from battling and the comfort of your gentle touches, he quickly fell asleep. He did wake up a few times during the night worried that you were gone but he calmed down once you realized you were still in his arms.

He likes doing mundane things with you when he has the time. Sitting in nature together, enjoying street food, drinking tea while having idle conversations, reading side by side, etc. Sometimes he gets lost in thought as he gazes at you while you are doing something. He’s busy admiring the serene look on your face as you pick flowers, the gentle touch as you carefully put the flowers together into a crown, then the bright smile that graces your beautiful features as you place it on the top of his head. You break him out of his trance by placing a hand on his cheek as you call his name. You ask him if he’s ok and he replies by taking hold of your hand and turns his head to his lips to press a kiss on the inside of your palm. He gives you a loving look and rids your worries and says he’s just admiring his wonderful s/o. Giggling, you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

He’s insecure sometimes and gets lost in negative thoughts of the failure of protecting his fellow fallen soldiers. When this happens, just hold him please. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders from the responsibility and grief he carries on a daily basis. When you hold him tight with his head resting on your chest and tell him that it’s ok, that weight is lifted a bit. He forgets his negative thoughts when he’s with you.

Lets you play with his hair and help him put his hair up. Ngl it’s hard to not be a little jealous of his long, soft, beautiful hair. He gets so relaxed when you’re doing his hair. He has fallen asleep sometimes. You try multiple hairstyles and have even put flowers in his hair. You couldn’t help how ethereal he looked. He didn’t really understand but he didn’t mind your adoration for him.

#jiyan headcanons #jiyan x reader #wuthering waves headcanons #wuthering waves x reader

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officialunar · 8 months ago

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A deity and A man

This fanfic will be on deity!reader and just Lnd man’s because..I have yet to see anyone do this as often and maybe I can give it a try🙂‍↕️…

(I’m sorry yall i suck at aesthetics😭😭)

Warning:All fluff!

Sylus x Reader , Zayne x Reader ,Rafayel x Reader,Xavier x Reader! (All seperated)

Fanfic under cut!

The first time you encountered Sylus was unforgettable, mostly because he strolled into your quiet sanctuary like he owned the place. You were sitting on your favorite cliff, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he appeared, his presence as bold as his white hair and piercing red eyes.

"So, you’re the deity I’ve heard so much about," he said, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. "I expected someone more... awe-inspiring."You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And I expected a little more humility from someone who clearly just crashed the party.”

He laughed, unfazed. “Touché. But really, what’s a powerful deity like you doing out here all alone? Don’t you have realms to rule or something?”

“Watching over mortals is a bit boring,” you replied, crossing your arms. “But it seems like you need to work on your entrance.”With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer. “I think my entrance was just fine. You’re the one who needs to lighten up.”

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Now, weeks later, he’s become a regular visitor, showing up as if it’s his right. Tonight, as you sit under a sky full of stars, he slides down beside you, settling in with that same familiar grin.“Another night of solitude, huh?” he teases, nudging you lightly. “I hope you’ve saved some entertainment for me.”“Only if you can keep up,” you shoot back, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smirk.He laughs, leaning closer, the playful challenge hanging between you. “Oh, I like a good challenge. What do you have in mind?”

You ponder for a moment, then say, “How about a little wager? If you can make me laugh before midnight, I’ll grant you one wish.”His eyes widen with intrigue. “And if I can’t?”“Then you have to leave me alone for a week,” you counter, enjoying the game.“Deal,” he says, and the tension shifts, both of you aware of the stakes.

As the night unfolds, Sylus starts pulling out his worst jokes, ranging from terrible puns to absurdly exaggerated stories about his ‘adventures’ in the N109 Zone. You try your best to hold it together, but each ridiculous tale has you laughing harder than the last.“Alright, you win,” you finally admit, breathless with laughter as midnight approaches. “You’re better at this than I thought.”

He grins, triumphant. “Now, what’s my wish, oh great deity?”You lean in, a mischievous glint in your eye. “How about you start by never calling me ‘great’ again? It’s just cringe.”He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that fills the night air. “I think I can live with that... for now.”

I’m sorry guys this is the only gif I found🥲🥲

Your first encounter with Xavier is when you floated through the abandoned warehouse, doing a routine check on the realm of humans when you stumbled across a familiar sight: A weird man , sprawled out on the floor, snoring softly. His greyish-white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is this really how Deepspace Hunters do their jobs?” you said, voice smooth and teasing. He cracked one eye open, blinked at you, and promptly went back to sleep. (Sleeping beauty core??)

“Hey! Wake up! There’s a Wanderer nearby!” “Mmm, five more minutes…” he mumbled, rolling over. You sighed, shaking your head. “If you don’t wake up, you’re going to become its breakfast.” He jolted awake at that, leaping to his feet. “Why didn’t you say so?” He grabbed his sword and looked around, still half-asleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he took down the Wanderer with a flurry of sleepy strikes, yawning between swings. It was a chaotic dance of light and snoring, and somehow it all worked out.

- - -

Fast forward to now, you find yourself lounging in his apartment, a divine being sharing space with a hunter who’s currently napping on the couch. You watch as he shifts in his sleep, mumbling about “no more Wanderers” and “just five more minutes.” You lean over, poking him. “Xavier! Time to wake up!” He opens one eye lazily. “Is it a divine emergency?”

“Only if you consider missing breakfast a crisis.” He grins, stretching like a cat. “Good enough reason to wake up. What’s on the menu today?” “Pancakes, if you can manage to stay awake long enough to eat them.”

“Challenge accepted,” he smiles, and with that, he sits up, looking more awake but still a bit groggy. You can’t help but smile at his half-asleep charm. “Just promise me you won’t nap through the cooking.” “Only if you promise to keep the pancakes divine,” he replies, and you both laugh, the playful banter filling the room as you start breakfast together.

(Ah..next one,my favourite..I swear I’m not bias🥹👍)

The reason you visit Dr. Zayne Li—or rather, insist on popping into his life at the most inconvenient times—is a bit… unconventional. As a deity, you’re technically there to “watch over” him. After all, every mystical Foreseer needs a divine overseer, right? Or at least, that’s what you tell him when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your appearances. You’re meant to ensure he doesn’t stray from his destined path or, perhaps more accurately, doesn’t “forget” to relay prophecies or handle those icy, mystical duties Astra assigned him in the Tower of Thorns.

But, in truth, it's not just about cosmic obligations. There’s something about Zayne’s rigid, always-in-control demeanor that just begs for a little mischief. Maybe you’re a bit of a troublemaker (for his own good, of course), or maybe you simply find it amusing to see a doctor—always so precise and serious—dealing with the unexpected interruptions of a deity who shows up to “check on him.”

Sometimes, you claim it’s to make sure he’s managing that balance between mortal work and mystical duty properly. Other times, you vaguely mutter something about “divine energy alignment” while he just stares at you, unamused. The truth is, you’re always a little curious about this stubborn, hardworking doctor who treats his patients with such dedication but himself with nothing short of reckless neglect.

Though you’ll never admit it, seeing Zayne unphased by both heart surgery and celestial visits from an actual deity gives you an odd sense of calm—even if that calm comes with a side of his barely-suppressed eye-rolls. So, you keep dropping by, claiming to ensure he’s fulfilling his duties. And maybe, just maybe, you’re checking on him for reasons you’d never confess to his face.

The first time you met Rafayel, you were just a deity wandering around as usual, doing whatever it is deities do between one world and another. And honestly? You were a little bored, as any immortal would be after centuries of staring at endless ocean waves and making sure they didn’t get rowdy.

But that day, you saw something unusual: a young Lemurian, barely more than a kid, washed up on the shore like some bedraggled fish. He was tangled in seaweed, sputtering and swearing in a way that—if you were being honest—was more adorable than intimidating. You crouched over him, tapping his cheek with a finger, and asked, “You look like a drowned fish, kid. Need a hand, or should I start looking for some lemon slices to go with you?”

In response, he cracked open one eye, scowling like a wet cat, and muttered, “Who’re you calling a fish?”

Fast forward, and you had him propped up against a rock, offering him your limited (but highly entertaining) medical expertise. “Pretty lucky I was in the area,” you said, taking full credit for an accident of fate. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Rafayel,” he said, with as much dignity as a sea-sodden kid could muster.

“Cute name. Sorta like ‘fish fillet’,” you mused. He made a sound like he was trying not to laugh—or choke.

And just like that, Rafayel became your first-ever Lemurian “friend.” Over the next few years, whenever you were in the mood for company, you’d find him, or he’d find you. He’d grown out of his fishy awkwardness and into a young god of mischief himself. The Lemurian civilization saw you both as mythical, larger-than-life beings—until, of course, humans got involved, greedy as usual, wanting the blood of Lemurians for eternal life and all that jazz. You saw Rafayel change, his trust in humanity hardening into something darker, his artistry taking on a sharper edge.

But somehow, he never lost his humor or his bratty attitude with you.

- - -

The next time you run into him, it’s pure luck—or destiny, if you want to give it a fancy label. You’re strolling through Linkon City, admiring the odd human inventions they’ve come up with since you last paid attention. And just like that, you find yourself at Whitesand Bay, standing outside a sleek, modern art studio with a pretentious name you suspect he came up with in the middle of the night. Mo Art Studio,the sign reads. Classic Rafayel. You shove the door open and walk in without a second thought.

He’s perched on a ladder, painting the highest reaches of a canvas, looking like he just stepped out of an angsty artist’s dream. His purple hair’s mussed, and he has paint smeared across one cheek, which, you note with satisfaction, he hasn’t even noticed. You clear your throat, and he almost loses his balance, swearing under his breath as he catches himself.

“Well, if it isn’t the original fish out of water,” you say, crossing your arms with a grin.

He slowly turns, narrowing his eyes. “You.I thought you’d finally gone off to meddle with someone else’s civilization.” He smirks, hopping off the ladder, wiping his paint-streaked hands on his dark pants. “I see some things never change.”

“Neither do you,” you retort, making a show of studying him. “Still look like a kid I’d throw a fish at just for fun.”

“And you still look like you don’t belong on dry land,” he shoots back, with that tsundere spark in his eye. “You realize you’re disrupting a masterpiece in progress, don’t you?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You pretend to admire the half-finished painting behind him. “Looks more like a disaster in progress, to me.”

His grin twitches. “What would a storm deity know about art? Stick to making trouble for fishermen or whatever you’re doing these days.”

You step closer, tapping a finger against the crimson coral in the corner of the canvas, looking at him knowingly. “This coral… it’s still soaked in blood, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow, unbothered. “You catch on quick.” Then he leans forward, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say it’s a way of reminding certain… patrons of their crimes.”

“Not a grudge,” he says lightly, flashing that roguish grin. “Just selective justice.” Then he pauses, tilting his head at you. “I’m curious—what brings you here? Did the ocean get boring without me?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. Maybe witness the mess you’ve made of ‘modern’ civilization.” You give the painting another once-over. “I gotta say, Rafayel, revenge art? Bold choice.”

You grin. “Still holding grudges, I see.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms. “Art’s about making people feel something. And if it happens to make a few insufferable humans lose their minds, well… maybe that’s just a bonus.”You laugh, reaching over to ruffle his hair—just to annoy him. “Still such a brat, aren’t you?”

He swats your hand away, cheeks flushing just a bit. “And you’re still an annoying deity who doesn’t understand personal space.” He clears his throat. “But since you’re here, maybe you’d like to see what real art looks like up close.” He gives you a sly look. “Provided you can keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

“Sure, I’ll give you a free critique.” You wink, settling on his studio couch with exaggerated nonchalance. “Just don’t cry if I’m too harsh.”

(I’m sorry yall I had a bit too much fun)

#fanfic #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus qin #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x mc #xavier x reader #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #doctor zayne #l&ds zayne #lnds zayne #zayne x reader #Rafayel #love and deepspace

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reomikagekin · 24 days ago

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hii its my first time requesting ANYTHING but can i request the alnst guys + sua (seperate!) with a gender neutral reader that's kind of has personality changes and is generally found "weird"? i mean, like one time, they're really quiet, especially when people dont talk to them first, another time, they act super friendly, outgoing and arent afraid to say what they think. the personality changes usually happen depending on what people are there or the context.... what people find weird can be for any reason, but maybe they never had many friends in general, and is most likely not going to start the conversation first, but after a short bit, they act energetic, friendly, however they actually are, etc. they kind of treat the character as their best friend or "bro" idk if this makes sense, too specific, or/and too long.. idk, mb.... (maybe im just projecting at this point lmao) uh maybe it can be somehow one sided romantic on the character's idk uh, remember to hydrate and sleep well!

heyy!! im so sorry for the late reply.. i did a post on explaining why i disappeared.. but i hope you enjoy this!

Alien Stage Characters + Gender-Neutral Reader (Separate)

Sua’s Perspective: Sua’s always been someone who understands contradictions. She spots your quiet side immediately — the way you hold yourself like you’re guarding a secret, how you don’t start conversations but listen so well. Then, like a switch flips, she sees the other you: loud, blunt, fearless, and full of energy. To her, it’s mesmerizing. She senses how you guard your feelings behind these moods, like you’re afraid to be vulnerable, but she wishes she could tell you it’s okay. Sua sometimes catches herself staring a little longer, heart pounding at how easy it is to be close to you, even if you only show your true self in flashes. She wonders if she’s the one who can stay in your light long enough to never let it fade.

Till’s Perspective: Till finds your quiet moments calming, even comforting — you don’t push him to talk, and your silence feels safe, like a shared secret. But when you shift and become outgoing, joking and teasing, he’s caught off guard. You surprise him with your energy, and he’s never quite sure how to respond — but he tries, because he doesn’t want to lose this friendship. He knows he’s not the easiest person to get close to, and your shifting moods make him wonder if you see past his timid shell. He’s pretty sure he likes you more than he says, but he’s scared to break the balance you both keep so delicately.

Ivan’s Perspective: Ivan is both fascinated and a little frustrated by you. Your quiet, almost unreadable side makes him want to reach in and pull you out — but your sudden bursts of energy and boldness keep him on his toes. He admires your honesty when you’re outspoken, but those times are unpredictable, and he’s never sure how you’ll react to him. He catches himself watching you, feeling things he can’t explain — the way you treat him like your closest “bro,” and how those moments feel like a secret he wants to be part of forever. He’s scared you’ll slip away, but also wants to be the one who makes you stay.

Luka’s Perspective: Luka, the most guarded of all, feels something unexpected around you. Your quietness makes him curious — what do you hide? But your bursts of outgoing friendliness catch him off guard, reminding him that there’s more to people than what they show on the surface. He admires how you don’t force connections but let them happen naturally. You treat him like a close friend, like a “bro,” and it’s new for him to feel so safe. Quietly, Luka wishes you knew how much he wants to protect you, how deeply he cares even if he never says it out loud.

Summary: You’re like a mystery wrapped in warm energy — shifting, complex, sometimes distant but always real. Each of them sees something different in you, but all agree: you’re special. They love you, sometimes quietly, sometimes with a fluttering heart, but all with hope. And maybe, one day, you’ll see them that way too.

#alnst #alien stage x reader #alnst x reader #alnst luka #alnst luka x reader #alnst ivan #alnst till #alnst sua #alnst ivan x reader #alnst till x reader #sua x reader

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melonsodypop · 8 months ago

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*the anon who asked about kinks / cries happily in the corner* that was deliciously beautiful, thank you so much! ❤ Actually, if that's okay, maybe... yakuza men and... breeding kink? Tysm <3

EEEEEEEEE ANON YOU'RE WELCOME AND I'M SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT!! as for ur request ... u r once again speaking my language >:)

yakuza men with breeding kinks !

ꕥ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

ꕥ tags - nsfw, minors dni, bullet list headcanons, fem!gendered term used (mother/mama), br33ding/impregnation kink, penetrative s3x, unprotected s3x, multiple rounds/marathon s3x, dirty talk, creampie, mating press, aftercare, petnames (babe, slight angst/vague spoilers (majima), reader wears a skirt (daigo), degradation/rough s3x (ryuji)

ꕥ a/n - i just realized that its a shame i can't write for ichiban yet (or any other chara from 6 onwards)!! i'm still in the process of playing 5 - i'll try to get to his games soon for all my ichiban likers out there <3 also i probably went a liiitle overboard w some of these,,

ꕥ kazuma kiryu 🐉

honestly, the thought of fathering his own children really never crossed his mind

between haruka, his kids at the orphanage and everything that seems to happen to him all the time, impregnating anybody is just not something he ever pictured himself doing

that is, until he started dating you

seeing how gentle you are with the morning glory kids, how supportive you are of haruka, the way your eyes light up and coo when you guys pass a baby on the streets - it makes kiryu's gut stir in a way that he's totally unfamiliar with

he's able to tamper down the thoughts for a while, but one day after he saw you cradling some random friend's baby in your arms, he just breaks

the second he gets you home he's on you, hardly making it past the entryway before he's needily kissing you up against the wall

usually he's so gentle with you, afraid of hurting you with his immeasurable strength - but right now, he's hungrily grabbing at you, his brow furrowed with the effort of holding back

kiryu can be a little hesitant about asking for what he wants in bed, but when you ask what in the world has gotten into him he looks into your eyes with such an intense fire behind his gaze that it leaves you breathless

"you look so good with a baby in your arms..."

ah, there it is. you've gotten good at picking up what he's feeling without him verbalizing much, so you don't need him to say anything else

he knows that he's absolutely ready to make you the mother of his kids, but he patiently waits until you explicitly tell him that you want him to impregnate you

it's at that moment that he's reaching behind your thighs to lift you up, a low groan leaving him as he rushes you to a bed

kisses and nips at your neck the entire way over, the shape of his arousal already becoming obvious in his grey slacks

his calloused palms knead at your tits, his jaw tightening as he imagines them swollen and dripping with milk - he didn’t even KNOW he could have thoughts like these

folds you in the tightest mating press, your legs slung over his broad shoulders and his forehead pressed into the pillow next to your own head

starts gentle but eventually loses himself at the thought of you round with a kid, his kid, rutting into you like a beast the more you beg and plead for him to fill you up

you swear he's trying to mold your insides to the shape of his cock with how firmly he's pressing down into you, his thick thighs flexing with every thrust he delivers

he thought he was gonna be able to stop after one round, but the way you keened when you felt him shoot ropes of his seed into your womb and the way it started to ooze out of you in globs when he pulls out... yeah, that's not happening

holds you so tightly in his arms once you're both finally satisfied that he's impregnated you, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings to you and feeling a little bad about how rough he was

"you did so good - you're gonna be such a good mother. i promise i'm going to do everything i can to provide for us"

ꕥ goro majima 🐍

pregnancy is... kind of a sensitive topic for him

your entire relationship, he's faithfully used condoms whenever you've had sex - even going so far as sending poor nishida to the convenience store to fetch him more if he runs out mid-lovemaking session

it'll take him a long time to admit it to you, but he's terrified of messing his kid up with his own issues or the commitment of being a present father on top of the things that have happened to him in the past

so it'd take you being his lover for a long time and a lot of serious conversations before he's willing to even breach the mere possibility of getting you pregnant

but when you finally agree to it, the moment he sinks into you raw from behind for the first time, feeling the warmth of your walls hugging his cock and your slick dripping down the length of it and down to his balls without that thin latex barrier... yeah, he's gone

he has to grit his teeth, his good eye screwing shut as he tries not to cum on the spot

which only gets worse when you start moaning and whining for him to start moving

"christ, babe - i'm trying not ta bust immediately, and those pretty noises yer making aren't helpin' a damn bit"

finally calms himself down enough to move, languidly rolling his hips and letting out ragged pants as he savors the feeling of your slick walls wrapped around him trying to milk him dry

with every thrust of his cock deep into you and every pretty whimper you let out, the image of his seed spilling out of you starts to rile him up even worse, his pace becoming hurried and rough

wraps your arms around your waist and leans down so his front is pressed to your back, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he starts to fuck you in earnest

loves the way you twitch and squirm in his grasp, feeling every ridge and vein of his length rubbing against your walls in a way you've never been able to feel before

peppers your neck and cheek with kisses when you plead for him to cum inside - "gonna fill ya up, mama, promise - breed ya 'til ya can't take anymore, gonna fill ya with my kids jus' like ya wanted"

reaches around your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, distantly remembering some dirty magazine that told him that pregnancies are more likely if both parties cum

talks you both through your climaxes until he can't hold on anymore, his entire body shuddering with the hardest orgasm he thinks he's ever experienced, his cock throbbing and pumping a thick load of his cum into your belly

as soon as post-nut clarity sets in, majima has one thought and that it's that he's never fucking you with a condom again if he can help it

in fact, he's just going to have to do it a few more times that night -just to make sure his seed really takes, y'know?

ꕥ taiga saejima 🐅

saejima grew up expecting to be a father, back in the days when he thought he was going to be an elementary school teacher - but after joining the yakuza, he let go of any expectation of being able to have a normal family

he never really breaches the subject of having kids with you, assuming there was an unspoken mutual agreement that you both just had too much going on to think about children

despite this, you can't help but notice how soft the big lug gets around children - his eyes soften at the sight of children walking hand-in-hand with their parents, the way he crouches down to talk softly to crying lost kids on the street, how gently he holds babies when they're handed to him

soon enough, your brain starts to form images of him being the father to your own kids, the thought of him putting a baby in your belly the only thing you can think about

he's laying you down on a bed to fuck you one day, and he feels his gut lurch when you reach down between you to tug the condom on his cock off and press the tip against your entrance

his eyes widen when you shyly ask him if he'd want to have kids with you, the blush on your cheeks and the feeling of his raw tip pressing into your slick folds making his length twitch and his head light

holds your face in his hands as he starts to process what you just said to him, almost wondering if he needs to get his ears checked - "yer serious? ya want my kids? yer not fuckin' with me, are ya?"

you start to backpedal, telling him that you definitely want kids, but you didn't want to pressure him into anything he wasn't ready for

that is, until you feel his large hands grip the back of your thighs and fold you in half, exposing your slick pussy to his eyes

he looks absolutely feral, his breaths shaky, brow furrowed, his pupils blown wide as he tries not to lose it right then and there

"say it again. say you want me to breed this greedy pussy 'til it's pregnant"

as soon as you say yes, he buries himself in your pussy in one thrust, drawing out a pitchy whine from you as you feel his absurdly large dick all the way in your lungs, his tip kissing your cervix

keeps you pinned in a mating press as he brutally fucks you over and over again, his animalistic grunts and groans mixing with the sound of his balls heavy with seed slap against your ass

barely pauses after his first orgasm, his hips stuttering as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into your waiting womb with a throaty growl, before he's stirring his hips again

he can't stop himself, his brain muddled with the need to breed and see your tits swell with milk and your stomach grow taut and round

luckily, you're just as willing as he is, prettily pleading for him not to stop and keep feeding your greedy pussy his seed - and he happily obliges, fucking you again and again until you've milked every drop he has to give

you won't be able to walk the next day, or honestly a few days after that - but saejima carries you everywhere around your apartment, taking care of every one of your needs with an affectionate gleam in his eyes and his large hand protectively caressing your belly

mutters "gonna look so beautiful with a kid in ya, sweetheart" as he kisses the top of your head, a stark contrast to how brutally he railed you the night before

ꕥ shun akiyama 💵

yet another dude who never really expected to be a father, nor really thought that he wanted to be

it's not that he doesn't love you, and he's surely financially stable enough to support a kid or two - but man, he can barely take care of himself without being hounded to by somebody else, how could he ever hope to be responsible for raising a whole other human?

between his ex-fiancée dumping him and being homeless for as long as he was, any inkling he ever had of starting a family has just been kinda. erased

he uses protection pretty much any time the two of you have sex, and even when he's run out of condoms and you're both too desperate to pause and run to the nearest convenience store, his pullout game is immaculate, opting to just paint your stomach or ass with his cum

ever perceptive, he can't help but notice the slight disappointment on your face every time he pulls out - and as someone who loves to tease you and find new ways to rile you up, a devious little idea forms in his head for the next time he takes you to bed

he's thrusting up into you while you're in his lap, waiting for the perfect moment between your needy mewls and airy moans to strike

he leans into your ear and whispers lowly, "squeezin' on me so tightly, sweetheart - m'gonna have no choice fill you up if you keep clenching like that"

the rush of satisfaction he gets when he feels your walls tighten around his length and your eyes widen... oh god, he wishes he could do that for the first time over and over again

there's no actual risk of a pregnancy right now, a condom wrapped firmly around his length - but just his words are enough to make your face flush red and whine in embarrassment

he laughs as he cradles the back of your head, his suspicions confirmed - "so you do have a little breeding kink, huh? how cute"

he continues to weaponize it every time he fucks you, taunting you with promises of cumming inside and calling you 'mama' and reveling in the way it makes you whimper and whine

he notices that your whines and pleads for him to fill you up are starting to make him throb too, but he ignores it, the dirty talk only play when he has a condom on

that is, until he runs out of them one day, about to bury himself into you when he hurriedly opens the box and finds it empty, both of you too riled up to stop and go buy more

he thinks he'll be okay fucking you raw, telling himself he'll just pull out like he always does - until he hears your mewls, breathily asking him to fill you up with his seed

between the tears pooling in your eyes, the throb of his cock in response to it, and your pretty begs... ah, fuck it, akiyama thinks as he starts to pump his hips a little faster.

so what if he knocks you up? it's not like he doesn't have the money to give both you and his kid whatever you would want, anyways

plus, it's worth it just to see the blissed-out look on his lover's face after you orgasm together, finally satisfied with the feeling of his warm cum dripping out of your pussy

ꕥ akira nishikiyama 🎏

nishiki's solid in the fact that he's too young to be a dad, wanting to enjoy the freedom of being in his early 20s for a lot longer before he even thinks about fathering any kids

he thinks he much prefers his cum painted somewhere else on your body, marking you as his

but, alas, nishiki is young and dumb and a risktaker, so sometimes he's too worked up to go scramble for a condom before he fucks you and just takes you raw

he's good at pulling out, usually, but god, sometimes your slick pussy just clenches around him so deliciously that the primal part of his brain just wants to spill inside of you

the mere threads of his restraint snap, however, as soon as you respond to his question of where you want his cum with "inside, please"

did he hear you right? inside? god, you had never asked that before, and his hips stutter as his entire body reacts to your mewled plea like your pussy's electrocuting him

"baby, we can't-" he cuts himself off with a gasped moan, the way his cock throbs inside of you and his mind forcing images of your pussy leaking his cum into the edges of his vision testing his shaky resolve

buries his face in your shoulder as his balls draw up, the desire to cum bubbling up in his gut and his abs flexing with the effort of holding himself back

and yet, the images don't stop - your belly growing round, tits swelling with milk, everyone knowing it was him - only him that did that to you

every new thought stokes the possessive fire in him, his bottom lip trembling as he fights himself

what finally does him in is you looking over your shoulder, meeting his wet eyes with your own, pouting so cutely that nishiki thinks he could cry

"nishiki, why'd you stop?" you whimper, your voice so breathy and thick with need that all logic gets thrown out of his head

far be it from nishiki not to give you anything you want - if you want his cum in you, marking your pussy as his and his only, he's more than happy to oblige

you gasp as he starts to thrust into you again, a little faster and harder than he did before, a frustrated growl coming up from his throat as he starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit

"i'll fill you up, babe - gonna mark you as mine, everyone's gonna know that you're mine, yeah?"

his filthy words become nearly incoherent and his hips stutter as he gets closer to cumming, your sopping wet pussy milking him for all he's worth

he'll probably curse himself later if you actually end up knocked up with his baby - but for now, as he takes in the sight of your abused pussy, covered in his cum, he can't bring himself to care, pushing down on your back so it arches and he can enter you from behind again

he'll figure it out later, how to support you and a kid - but for now, he's starting to move inside you again, losing himself in the sounds of his hips slamming against your ass and your incessant moans

ꕥ daigo dojima ⚔️

ever since he was a kid, daigo's been hounded by people telling him that one day, he's going to continue the dojima bloodline, producing an heir with some pretty wife like every dojima before him

for a long time, he honestly resented the responsibility of continuing his father's shitty legacy being thrust onto him

finding somebody to marry and impregnate fell even further down his to-do list when he became chairman - there was just too much to take care of and too many mouths to feed in the tojo clan to even think about adding another in his home

but when you came along, a source of unconditional love and support that saw him as just daigo, not the sixth chairman or even a dojima, well... maybe a kid or two wouldn't be such a bad idea

ever the serious one, daigo's the one to bring up the idea of kids in your relationship first over dinner

he's honestly a little afraid of how you're going to react, but he's determined to accept your answer either way

he's delighted when you tell him that yes, you would want to have kids with him, a soft smile on his lips - he can't help but feel a rush of affection with the affirmation that you wanted to spend the future with him

daigo returns to his meal, satisfied with the progress made - but it's the next thing you say that makes him choke on the steak in his mouth

"so, do you want to get started?"

he sputters and coughs, hastily reaching for a napkin to wipe his lips with

you both were pretty good at communicating directly, it was what made your relationship so strong - but never had you been this blunt

he finally finishes coughing, looking across the table at you. "i beg your pardon?"

"i said, do you want to start trying for a baby," you state, your expression just as determined as before

daigo's not sure if it's how direct you are with your desires or the thought of impregnating you that makes his pants get tight, but either way he abandons his dinner to round the table and crash his lips onto yours

you end up with your front pressed against the nearest wall as daigo slams into you from behind, one hand firmly grasping your hip and the other possessively grasping your breast

both of your half-eaten dinners are forgotten about as the sound of skin smacking against skin fills the dining room

you both were too impatient to even undress properly - his pants are barely unzipped and your skirt is hastily pushed up over your hips, your panties haphazardly moved to the side

he's so worked up, the even-tempered man unable form any coherent thoughts other than making you bear his heirs

"s-shit - gonna cum in this pussy," he pants in your ear, his hand pressing down on your lower stomach and making you feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you. "gonna fill you with my babies, darling-"

after he's made an absolute mess out of both of you, his release stuffed into your pussy and his pants stained with your slick, he snaps your panties back in place so his seed stays inside and guides you back to your seat at the dinner table to finish your meal

"eat up, my dear - you're gonna need the strength," he chuckles, "i'm not done with you yet. not even close"

ꕥ ryuji goda 🐲

ryuji's never really bothered with condoms when it comes to sex with you

sure, he'll pull out if you ask him to, but if he cums inside, he's not even really worried about it

so what if he knocks you up? he has the resources to take care of both you and the little brat, no problem

he plans to be a present dad, too - he may be an asshole, but he knows what it feels like to have a parent abandon you and he'll never be able to call himself a real man if he ever makes his own flesh and blood feel that way

if you ever ask him to cum inside or tell him directly to get you pregnant, his eyes are gonna gleam with a feral hunger and that scar on his lips is gonna twist as he smirks widely

"what a needy ass slut, beggin' for my cum like a bitch in heat," he drawls, palming your tits and pinching your nipples to draw a cry out of you. "ya want my fuckin' kid? i'll give it to ya, doll - i'll give ya as many kids as you fuckin' want"

be prepared for his already rough thrusts to become even more pointed and sharp, the base instinct to breed you making his movements and his noises downright animalistic

his thick arms wrap around your midsection tightly, not letting you move an inch as he fucks you like a fleshlight

ryuji's not shy about letting you know how good fucking you raw feels, either, letting his growls and ragged pants out right next to your ear

one of his large hands grasps your chin and forces you to look at him, his lips hungrily claiming yours as he continues to piston his cock into your wet warmth

he loves the sounds of your pathetic moaning to muffle them for long, parting from you and feeling his balls draw up when he sees just how fucked out you look

"c'mon, doll, d'ya even want my baby?" he sneers, finding your drooling, glassy-eyed expression so hot that you can feel his cock jump inside you. "beg for it, beg for me to knock ya up"

growls out an "that's it, mama" when he's finally satisfied that you really, really do want his seed in your womb, thrusting his cock deeper and harder and surely bruising your cervix

ryuji finally bottoms out in you in a harsh, final thrust that has you squirting all over his length, his sweaty face twisting in a smirk as he pumps rope after rope of his release directly into your womb

when ryuji cums, he cums a lot - you swear that he holds you in place for damn near five minutes as his heavy balls continue to contract and ejaculate their contents into your pussy

"hah - i'll be damned if yer not pregnant after that," ryuji chuckles - he's always been proud of the amount of cum he's able to pump out

an arm wraps around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest as he lays back on the bed. his free hand comes up to rub your belly possessively, his cock still plugged in you so none of his seed escapes

"but if yer not... well, i was plannin' on fuckin' this slutty pussy some more anyways"

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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Sentimental | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by @midnightswithdearkatytspb

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: It's (Y/N) Shelby's wedding day, and her father has to make sure she has one last thing before he walks her down the aisle. She's never seen him be so sentimental about something before.

Warnings: just a bunch of pre-wedding fluff, mention of a death of a minor character

Word Count: 2227

A/N: it’s been a bit since I’ve written a daughter!reader story….I hope this one makes sense, and I’m sorry if I got a little too sappy on it haha. Enjoy! :)

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"Right, love...you're all finished," Polly said to her grand niece as she finished doing up the final button on the younger woman's wedding dress.

"Thanks, aunt Pol," (Y/N) smiled, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before she turned to face the older woman. "Can you believe the day is finally here?" she asked, a giddy smile present on her face.

Though she was an aunt by blood, Polly Gray was more so like a mother in the eyes of (Y/N) Shelby. The woman who held the title of mother in (Y/N)'s life passed away shortly after childbirth due to the complications and conditions she found herself in. The Shelby's took little (Y/N) in, raising her in their tight knit family. Polly stepped up the most to help, feeling thankful for this opportunity after her son and daughter had been taken away months earlier.

Tommy, (Y/N)'s father, was thankful for his aunt taking it upon herself to fill the void that his daughter had, a void that he knew she would feel for the rest of her life. He wouldn't have been able to come out and ask for the help, and so he was grateful that Polly knew he needed it. Hell, he was young himself - only being a few days shy of twenty when his daughter entered the world. But now this child needed him, and he was going to do everything that he could to give her the world.

Even though her father married, and then re-married, (Y/N) stayed close with Polly, thankful that she had her as a constant in her otherwise rapidly changing life. She couldn't imagine any other person helping her get ready for her wedding.

"I can," Polly answered, looking at the young woman before she pulled her into her body for a hug. "You've grown into such a beautiful, young woman, and I already know you'll make the best bride," she whispered into (Y/N)'s ear, her words making (Y/N) hug onto her even tighter.

"You're already the most beautiful bride," another voice that came from the dressing room's door made the two women seperate.

"Aunt Ada!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes lighting up once they fell on the woman in the doorway, "come in quickly, before James sees me!" she waved her aunt in, worried that her soon-to-be husband would be lurking in the hallways.

"Don't worry about that," Ada brushed her off, entering the room and closing the door as she spoke, "I'm pretty sure the cheering that I heard from his dressing room means that he won't be leaving it any time soon...until it's time to walk down the aisle, that is," she added, a grin forming on her face. (Y/N) shook her head, rolling her eyes at her aunt's words. "I have something for you," Ada announced then, lifting up the small box she was holding, "two things, actually,"

"What are they?" (Y/N) asked, eagerness present in her voice as she watched Ada open up the box she'd brought.

"The first is the veil that I promised you..." Ada started off, working on taking the piece of fabric out of the box while she was talking, "I know you mentioned you wanted the floral accents on it as well, so I tried hard to add as many as I could while I was making it," she explained as she handed it over to (Y/N), letting the younger woman unfold it so that she could take all of it in.

"It's absolutely beautiful, aunt Ada! Thank you so much!" she gasped once she was able to look at it in its entirety. (Y/N) knew that she needed to have her aunt make her veil for her from the moment she found out about her crafty side. Seeing it now, she was sure that she'd never put her eyes on a veil as beautiful as this one.

"Shall we put it on?" Polly suggested, making (Y/N) turn to look at her. All that the younger woman was able to respond with was a giddy nod, but it was enough for the older two women to begin working on making sure that it was properly pinned to her head. "It’ll be draped over your face once you're ready to walk down the aisle," Polly added once they'd finished making sure that it was sitting correctly.

"It's beautiful," (Y/N) swooned, turning around to look at herself in the mirror again, admiring the full wedding look.

"I have something else too," Ada spoke again, drawing attention to her as she went about opening the bag that she had with her.

"Ada you didn't have to..." (Y/N) trailed off, overwhelmed by the amount of love she was being shown.

"I brought you the 'something new', so I decided that I'd also bring you the 'something old' too," she started off, producing a pair of older-looking, nude colored heels from her bag, "do you remember these?" she asked the younger woman then, an excited look forming on her face as she waited intently for a response.

(Y/N) just about gasped when she saw the shoes. "No...those can't be..." she trailed off, at a loss for words at the moment.

"They are," Ada confirmed, her grin growing, "the exact shoes that you literally begged me to wear when you were younger."

"I can't believe you still have them!" (Y/N) was still in disbelief.

"I nearly spent a day rooting for them in my closet," Ada remarked with a laugh as the women moved over to the couches so that (Y/N) could try them on. "I knew I had to find them though," she added, waiting anxiously to see her niece try them on.

"Do you think they'll fit?" (Y/N) questioned, slightly hesitant to slip her feet into them.

"Guess there's only one way to find out," Ada answered, nodding at the shoes then.

She was right. (Y/N) looked between the two women before she slipped her feet into the shoes, holding her breath while she did it. She only let it out when she found that they fit practically perfectly on her feet.

"How are they?" Polly questioned.

"Perfect," (Y/N) responded, a wide smile present on her face as she looked at the other women again. "I can't believe you're letting me use these, aunt Ada," she then turned to the brown haired woman sitting next to her.

"I couldn't think of anyone better to have them," Ada smiled back, wrapping her arms around (Y/N) in a tight hug. "Don't mess up the make up!" she exclaimed once they pulled away, quickly reaching for some tissue so that she could dry (Y/N)'s eyes.

"This seems to be the perfect time to give you this as well..." Polly began, coming over to where (Y/N) was standing with something in her hands.

"Oh no not you now too, Pol!" (Y/N) blubbered, completely overwhelmed with emotion at the moment.

Polly didn't listen to her and instead opened her hand to reveal a bracelet that had blue gemstones encased between the gold band.

"Something blue?" (Y/N) questioned, looking from the bracelet back to her great aunt, her eyes already watering again. Polly only nodded, a smile present on her face as she came closer to (Y/N). The younger woman knew what to do, holding out her wrist so that her aunt could clasp the bracelet onto it. "It's absolutely beautiful, Polly," she whispered, too overcome by emotion to fully trust her voice at the moment. "Thank you, both, so, so much," she added, looking at both Polly and Ada, who each sent smiles back.

"Now you're ready to be married," Ada commented, glancing over at the clock then, "and it's just about time for the ceremony to start."

"It is time," another voice broke into the conversation, making the three women look over at the doorway.

"How long have you been here, Thomas?" Polly questioned, eyeing her nephew as she wondered when he managed to slip into the room without them noticing.

"Long enough," he gave one of his usual, ambiguous answers, but this time there was no hint of the impatience that he usually spoke it with. No, today Tommy Shelby was standing in the doorway smiling.

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Polly turned to (Y/N) to check.

"I am," (Y/N) gave an assured nod, a smile present on her face as she looked back at her father.

"Pol, you and I should head out and make sure our seats are still open," Ada stated, placing her hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before she grabbed her bag and made her way to the door.

"It's going to be wonderful," Polly whispered to (Y/N), pulling her in for one last hug before she went and joined her niece at the door. She whispered something to Tommy, something that (Y/N) couldn't hear, before she and Ada exited the dressing room.

"Ready?" Tommy asked (Y/N) once they were alone.

"Ready as I'll ever be," (Y/N) answered, letting out a breath then as the excited jitters started to build up in her stomach. A smile returned to her features as she walked over to her father. "Let's go," she said, nodding her head as she spoke.

"I have one last thing to give to you," Tommy stated, making her stop in her tracks.

"What's that, dad?" she asked, her brows furrowing together.

"I've been wearing this since the day that she left..." he started off, undoing the top button of his dress shirt so that he'd have an easier time taking off the gold necklace he was wearing. When he did get it off, (Y/N) saw that there was a locket on it as well. "This was my mum's. The flower on the front represents strength. The pictures on the inside are worn out, but the flower's still present, so I wear it for strength," he shared some details behind the necklace he wore everyday, holding it out for her to see it better. "I want you to wear it today," he finished his statement with a suggestion, one that (Y/N) was quickly nodding in agreement too. She'd never seen him be so sentimental about something before, and so she was honored to be able to borrow and wear it for the day.

Tommy smiled at her answer before he moved over and clasped the necklace around her neck. "It's pretty, dad," she commented as she got an even better look at the intricately designed locket.

"Your grandmum had good taste," he answered her, his words making her look up to see that he was trying hard to keep the tears back.

"If you start crying, I'll start crying," she told him, her words making him chuckle.

"I won't," he promised her.

A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face and she glanced down at the locket one last time before closing the gap and hugging her father tightly. "Thank you, dad," she whispered, trying her best to hold her tears back as he held onto her equally as tight.

"It's time," one of the ushers entered the room to announce.

"Ready?" Tommy asked his daughter as they pulled away from each other.

"So ready," she answered with a wide smile. "You ready?" she turned the question back onto him.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he answered with a smile of his own, one that (Y/N) wished she could take a picture of and keep forever. She'd never seen her father smile so much.

"Let's go then," (Y/N) nodded, walking to the door with her father by her side.

They were led to where the doors that opened to the main room of the church were. As they got closer, (Y/N) could hear the music that was being played as everyone prepared for her entrance. The butterflies started fluttering like crazy as she and Tommy stopped at the closed doors. In just moments, she'd be brought down the aisle to the man who would be her husband.

Tommy couldn't help but look at his daughter as they waited for the signal to go. He still couldn't believe that today was her wedding day, and that in just a few moments he'd be walking her down the aisle. James was a good man (he'd made sure of that) a man who had promised to take care of (Y/N) until his last day. As much as he didn't want to let her go, he knew he had to. She'd grown up right in front of him and become a young woman, who he was so immensely proud of.

"Ready, dad?" his daughter's question pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he used the same answer that he'd given her in the dressing room, his response making her giggle.

"Don't let me fall," she whispered to him then, taking his outstretched arm, wrapping hers around it.

"Never," he promised her, sending her a wink and a small smile before the doors opened and they took their first step down the aisle.

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drvscarlett · 1 year ago

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Sweet Nothings (4)

Carlos Sainz x Pageant Queen!Reader

Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain.

Sweet Nothings 1 2 3 4

A/N: the final installment for sweet nothings. thank you for your support for this one!! let me know your thoughts or send me an ask for blurbs!!!

2020

It was quite rare for the couple to stay at home. It was weird that they weren't out and about or even racing. Somehow they knew that this lockdown is taking a lot out of life out of them but they were still grateful to be spending it with each other.

Its also that period of time that Y/N has been asked a question.

"What do you want to do?"

A harmless question by Carlos. It was supposed to be something that asks her what does she want to do for the day but she ended up thinking about what does she want to do with her life.

She is 23, lots of people would say that she is still young and there's a lot of things to look forward to. But she can't help about what should she do as she grow older. There is this unspoken pressure that she has to do well before reaching a certain age.

"Carlos, mi amor, do you have plans?" Y/N asked

The man in question met her eyes, he was visibly confused by the question.

"What plans mi amor? Do you mean to ask if I have zoom meetings?"

"No, I mean what's your plan in the future?"

"Well, I'm planning to win a championship, then I'm going to marry you, we will build our family, continue winning, retire, travel the world with you again" Carlos enumerates.

She smiles at her inclusion in Carlos' plans for the future. It was not new knowledge for the both of them that they plan to marry each other and build a family someday. They have already reached a point in their relationship where it feels right to discuss such plans.

"Why did you ask?" Carlos wondered "any change of plans?"

"Not at all, just curious"

2021

Sebastian Vettel is a force to be reckon with. He speaks up to different issues and he won't allow anyone to hinder him. It was a stark contrast from the Sebastian Vettel from Red Bull which is why Y/N always call him the wise sage.

Carlos and Y/N have been invited by Sebastian for an outreach program. Y/N insisted on going and Carlos went along because there was nothing on his schedule for that day. It was that time that Y/N managed to speak to the children about their living situations and how Sebastian gave her an advice.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself" Sebastian noticed "First time doing programs like this?"

"I haven't done these in a while" Y/N admits.

Her very first experience with outreaches like this would have been in high school. It started out as a requirement for school where they have to do community services before they could finish the academic year. There were plenty of slum areas in her home country so she would always be participating in outreach programs or medical missions to help them. It was quite taxing but it was something that she enjoyed doing. She remembered how it was no longer a requirement but she still finds herself volunteering.

Y/N doesn't know how long she has been rambling,Sebastian was a really good listener.

"I didn't see you as that type of person you know"Sebastian said "It's a different side of you"

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

"For starters, I know you do modelling so you are a pretty face. It is a perfect match for Carlos, he is a pretty boy you know" Sebastian discussed.

Y/N has to hold a little laugh because she knows the topic is serious. She just know that Carlos will be elated to be called pretty boy by the sebastian vettel.

"You are always very supportive of Carlos and you cannot be associated without Carlos so I feel like its a good thing that you have a side of you that makes you seperate from Carlos"

The conversation with Sebastian seems to struck a chord in her heart. Everyone thinks that Y/N is a full-time WAG and she knows that it is true. But if someone ask what does Y/N do besides being a full-time WAG the answer is modelling. It still doesn't seem right for Y/N that she's not doing enough of an impact.

"You feel it too right? You know you have to get out of the box of just being Carlos' girlfriend" Sebastian worded it out for Y/N.

"Is that a good thing that I want to be more than just Carlos' girlfriend and create an impact just like you?" she wonders.

"It's not a bad thing at all" Sebastian assured. He would be the one to know especially when he has a wife that has been extremely supportive of him being vocal about his opinions. He knows a true partner would understand.

"But this might change things" and Y/N knows that she might lose Carlos in the process.

"Sometimes we have to sacrifice some things to get better things"

Y/N looked at the children who were happily eating. She wanted to bring more of that to the world. But then she also saw the glint of her necklace, a gift from Carlos.

Can't she have both?

2022

Carlos didn't mean to snoop around her things. It just so happens that he will be using the computer to email someone when he noticed that Y/N left her email open. He was about to delete the message he just sent by going through the sent tab when he noticed an email.

Application for Miss Universe Philippines.

Surely if Y/N is joining then Carlos would have known. So he clicked the email and was surprised by the contents. He felt like there was a cold bucket of ice poured over him.

"Mahal, you wouldn't believe the price of these mangoes I got from the market" Y/N entered the shared apartment "What are you.."

Y/N stops in her tracks as he noticed that Carlos was in front of her computer.

"When will you tell me about this?"he wondered

"I didn't mean to keep it a secret Carlos"

Carlos could feel a twinge as he was called by his name. It was going to end up to be a fight between the two of them.

"Why didn't you tell me that you want to be Miss Universe?" Carlos repeated

"It's not something that I have planned honestly. I just want to try something new and you know that email is just a shot in the dark, I don't even know if I'll be qualified to compete"Y/N explained

"But still, when did you start dreaming of being Miss Universe" Carlos asked.

Y/N started pacing as she tries to find the rigt words to say. Carlos looked at her with worry and he felt left out with the plans that she is creating. They both knew that this is a turning point in their relationship.

"It just happened carlos. I just wanted to use my voice to make an impact or change. I don't want to be just a pretty face and do nothing with my life" there was the frustration and floodgates opening.

Y/N felt herself collapsing after hearing the silence. This is what she feared initially that Carlos won't get her dreams and this will be the end of their relationship. She ruined a perfectly good thing.

But as million of things and scenarios are going through her head, Carlos slowly made his way to her. He takes her hand into his and lifted her chin to meet his eyes.

"Amor, do you think I will hinder you from your dreams?" the gentleness of his voice is the calm that she needs.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" he asked "I just wanted a little heads up. I just want to know what you are up to. Im happy to support you if this is what you want"

Bursting into tears,Y/N leaned forward to hug Carlos. Weeks of tiptoeing is over and all she had to do was come clean.

2023

It was the morning after the Singapore Grand Prix when Y/N received the message. She was utterly shocked upon reading the email that she was appointed to represent one of the provinces for Miss Universe Philippines. It felt like a dream so she had to make Carlos read it to make sure she isn't dreaming.

"This is amazing news mi amor!"

Carlos was in glee. He just won a Grand Prix and now his girlfriend is going to compete for her dreams. It was like he was enveloped in a high that he failed to notice the sad eyes that Y/N has.

"Why are you not happy? Aren't you supposed to be happy?" Carlos wondered.

The reality is sinking in that if Y/N accepts this then her whole world will change. No more attending Grand Prixs. No more spending all her time with Carlos. She will be very busy and Carlos will also be very busy.

"Its going to be difficult. There are trainings, meetings,and everything" she is feeling overwhelmed.

"Okay take deep breaths amor"

The couple sits down and Carlos fetched a glass of water for Y/N to drink. He understands how Y/N often has a tendency to overthink or overcomplicate things when it is within her reach.

"I don't think I deserve this"she says

"Nonsense."Carlos disagrees "You are going to compete with that amor. You are going to compete and you are going to win"

"If I do that then I will be leaving you behind mahal. No more hotel rooms,no more grand prixs,no more spontaneous date nights"

The smile on Carlos face falters. Y/N takes a heavy breath, she knows that its for the better. She cannot ask Carlos to put his life on hold for her. She knows that next year, Carlos will want to try to win the championship. She has long accepted that she is ready to free Carlos in case she cannot support him anymore.

"I think we should break up"Y/n dropped.

"No" Carlos' reply came swiftly

"Listen mahal this is how its going to end up. Were both going to busy and then we will fall apart. Its best to end it while were on good terms"Y/N rationalizes.

"Im not listening,no no"Carlos stood up and walked away.

Y/n went to chase the Spanish driver. Tears were already spilling in her eyes because she didn't want to do this and Carlos is not making it easier for the two of them.

"Mahal please,listen to me"

"Why are you breaking up with me? This doesn't change things between us"Carlos reasoned.

"It will change a lot of things."she answered back "Its not going to be the same and its gonna be difficult"

"But no matter how difficult it is,I refuse to break up with you" Carlos states "I love you Y/N and I cannot just stop loving you or let go of you just because things are difficult."

"But what about your dreams?"

"I'll continue chasing my dreams. You chase yours. I'll support you no matter what"Carlos assures.

Yes, it has been years since they got together. Y/N still can't believe her luck with Carlos. Sometimes she feels as if he is unreal and way too good to be with her.

"Are you really willing to put up with me?" Y/N wonders

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life"

His hands intertwined with her as he places a soft kiss on her forehead.

"We'll be alright"

2024

It was a busy start of the year for Y/N. Ever since Suzuka GP ended, she flew back to her home country to train and to prepare. It was honestly very draining but she finds herself enjoying the whole process.

Y/N and Carlos decided that it will be best to keep their relationship on the down low. They are still together but they just have to keep it lowkey for the timebeing so that they can both focus on achieving their dreams. Carlos understands how Y/N didn't want to win just because she is popular as Carlos' girlfriend, she wants to win for her advocacy. Technically they are not broken up, they are on a time out. Its not an arrangement that a lot of people deal with but then again they don't share that bond that Y/N and Carlos had.

They don't usually talk a lot these days since they are both busy but upon reading that article after her evening shoot,Y/N made a call right away.

'Lewis Hamilton moving to Ferrari in 2025'

Y/N couldn't describe how pained she feels for Carlos. She remembered how Carlos mentioned it a few weeks ago that they have been arranging a contract extension. She remembered how she kept assuring him that Ferrari won't let go of him,not after he broke Red Bull's streak. There are no words to describe how much she feels terrible about the situation.

"Mi amor?" Carlos picked up "Its late there in the Philippines why did you call?"

"The article is it true mahal?"

There was a pause on the other line and Y/N felt her heartbreaking.

"I didn't know. It seems unreal but I just got off from a call with Fred and they are really dropping me"Carlos confirms.

"That's so so shitty. They are so fucking shitty. I'm gonna go and wage war with Ferrari. First they fuck up your strategies then now they drop you"she was seething.

"Amor, you can't be rash. There's nothing we could do about it"Carlos, always the voice of reason.

"Where are you?" Y/N asked "Should I book a plane ticket now? I'm gonna give you a hug"

"Amor,you have duties there as a competitor for miss universe philippines"

"I don't care. You are somewhere half across the world and you just got dropped off and I need to be with you" Y/N's desperation could be heard from the phone.

There was a heavy sigh on Carlos end.

"Amor, I'll be alright. Your mere call is more than enough to make me feel like I am not alone"Carlos assures.

"Im sorry mahal,I couldn't be there" she says sadly.

"You are always here in my heart"

Miles and miles away but the two hearts have never been far apart from each other. They spent the entire night talking about their new plans with the following changes that happened.

ChiliUpdates just posted a photo.

ChiliUpdates CARLOS SAINZ WINS THE 2024 WDC! WHAT A SEASON CARLOS SAINZ!!!!

User3 man went from losing an appendix to winning the WDC

User4 OHMYGODDDDDD THAT IS SUCH AN ICONIC MOVE

User5 Carlos Sainz gets axed by Ferrari then wins the WDC then refuses to elaborate.

User7 EL MATADOR!!!! CARLOS SAINZ EL MATADORRRRRRRR!!!

User8 I really love this el matador nickname because he ended red bull's dominance

User9 he is so ICONIC!!!

YNjpeg just posted a photo

liked by CarlosSainz55, LandoNorris, and 762,987 others.

YNjpeg four different colors and there is never a moment that I didn't adore. You are now a world champion and there are no words to describe how proud I am of you. To see you transform into the man that you are today is an honor and a privilege. Never ever stop being you.

Once again, congratulations world champion Carlos Sainz!

CarlosSainz55 Mi amor, thank you for always believing me

User1 OHMYGOD WHAT IS THIS????

User2 TELL ME YOU TWO ARE BACK TOGETHER

User3 Y/N isn't even in the paddock a while ago but she wrote this message???

User4 GET BACK TOGETHER MY DIVORCED PARENTS

User5 Our Miss Universe 2024 and our WDC 2024, name a more iconic duo

User6 the respect that they have for each other.

2027.

CarlosSainz55 and Y/Njpeg posted a photo

CarlosSainz55 we survived the great war.

YNjpeg I'm always thankful for all my lucky stars that they brought you to me. I love you forever mahal.

User5 RUE WHEN WAS THIS????

User7 I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE STILL TOGETHER??? WE HAVENT SEEN THEM TOGETHER IN TWO YEARS????

User8 is this real??? chat is this real?

LandoNorris FINALLY!

SebastianVettel what a lovely couple, you both deserve each other

Charles_Leclerc mate FINALLY!!!!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagines #f1 fic #f1 smau

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worgengel · 3 months ago

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Your art feels, for lack of a better term, dirty and grungy in a really good way. Effortlessly messy but still careful and intentional. I really love it. I was wondering, do you have any tips for how you achieve this, and who/what are your inspirations? Thank you, and keep doing what you're doing man, it's really cool. <3

thank you, that means a lot to me, that's really kind

I think i started my process simply from being aggravated that i couldnt draw as neatly as i liked, so i lean into that inability. i dont think its laziness, i think you have to work with how your brain works and the kind of art you enjoy. i think i had to learn what the difference was between "i was avoiding learning this because its hard" vs "this is how my brain works + making difficult art that works with how i visualize the world"

as for what i do to get digital art look nasty and grimy (through a lot of blood, sweat, and tears trying to learn how), i have a few things ive found helpful.

for one, i dont make a seperate layer for my lines vs pencils. the inks go right on top of the pencils and i just erase and carve away as i go.

another thing is working really loose, and a) tightening up your work as you go, erasing stray lines and making clearer forms and b) working with mistakes. also good to not overwork like, effects.

textures are your friend. scan papers and trash and junk. its fun and also you'll see potiental in trash

spattery brushes, rough brushes, scratch and scribble. i recommend collecting as many as possible LMAO, use any and all resources.

dirty up your canvas as you work, not AFTER youre done drawing, at least in my experience

draw a lot. it's gonna look bad a lot of the time but that's how you end up making good bad good art

as for inspirations, i think i have a lot of things i love and it changes often. as for now, i really love the art of robert weaver, brian sanders, bernie fuchs, austin briggs...artists in the late 50s and 60s KNEW how to work seemingly wild lines into a picture. its fascinating.

i really like dark black shadows like mike mignola, ayami kojima, and q hayashida. typically dark shadows make stuff take on an edge

i look at a lot of 90s graphic design. they knew how to make actually interesting graphics back then and it rules, its great to study just to learn how to put together interesting objects into a cohesive artwork

as for general inspo, i watch a lot of movies and listen to a lot of music. movies that mix industral and natural themes together are my groove (the texas chainsaw massacre 1974 and stalker 1979 really hit the mark.) i like metal, goth, industrial, grunge, hip-hop, and country. i just gotta say, like what you like and DONT stick to aesthetics. aesthetic culture is the worst (despite tagging stuff that appeals to my own tastes as aes on my personal blog). 60s art and skater magazines are really different but you gotta like what you like, thats how youre a unique person. i like to pick out any and all pictures that appeal to me. i hoard pictures, sounds, whatever looks cool. its fun. did I mention animal encyclopedias?

overall though, dont stress it ✌️ slap some paint here and there and remember its ok to make art just for the sake of it looking cool

#asks #anon

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btescape · 4 months ago

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Unbound II - (BTS x reader)

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T/W: Classism, discrimination

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung, Reader x Jungkook (and a tiny bit of ot7),

A/N: I merged chapter 1 and 2, so now this is is chapter 2. Also tried to speed up the pacing, but I'm not really good with that since I always end up adding too many details lol. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

** Credits for line divider by strangergraphics-archive

Word count: 3091

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Chapter II - About Necromancers

The Astrelian Academy was not hard to miss. It stands proud atop hills that overlook the city below, its ivory spires reaching high, surrounded by grand courtyards and stone archways. Stained-glass windows reflect light across the pathways students moved upon.

It is unlike anything you have seen before, so grand you are certain you will spent much time roaming the hallways.

The building and the road leading up to the entrance are merely seperated by a large gate made of enchanted materials and inlaid with protective spells; the pulse of magic within not difficult to sense.

Slowing your steps as you approach, you glance around you.

At the students descending their carriages accompanied by — what you assumed to be — their servants carrying a ridiculous amount of suitcases. Way too many for a few months.

One such a servant seemed to topple under the weight of an entire wardrobe, whilst another holds up a small mirror so their student can check their reflection as they walked.

It is then that you realize you are the only one arriving by yourself.

Without a single suitcase in sight.

So much for staying under the radar.

With a soft exhale, you continue your walk toward the gate. Ahead, you see a tall and imposing mage clad in ceremonial robes. Beside him stands an obsidian pedestal and students are excitedly lining up behind it.

One by one they step up, placing their hands on the surface, followed by a pulsing rune shifting in various colors before projecting the symbol of their magical affinities into the air.

“Hirai Momo. Conjuration and Illusion. Impressive.” A tall girl with shoulder length black hair smirks, throwing her hair back over her shoulder as she moves forward, past the gates.

“Kim Mingyu, Enchantment, of course—expected from House Kim.”

You watch and listen intently as one student comes after another. And before you can even process it, it is your turn.

It doesn't take long before the whispers start, the first stares flickering in your direction. They are full of disdain, passing between students who do not even attempt to hide it.

“Gods, look at her clothes. Did she just walk here?”

“There's no insignia.. She isn't from a noble house.”

“Clearly.”

Trying to ignore it, you step forward. The older man at the gate spares you no glance. “Please place your hand on the rune and it will reveal your magic affinities.”

You hesitate slightly as your fingers hover over the stone, bracing yourself for the symbol you know will appear and the reactions you have had countless times before. Even without touching it, the rune already responds to your presence, twisting and turning in different directions.

Screw it.

When you finally press your hand against the surface, the reaction is immediate; first, a burning red symbol comes to life. Evocation.

Second, a blue and white symbol flickers next to the first. Abjuration.

The murmurs filled with contempt have now dissipated, students seemingly acknowleding that you may actually have been from a noble house— How else were you able to have two affinities?

The person behind you is eager to go next, expecting your turn to be over. But you know better. And thus you have still not moved your hand.

Expectedly, the rune shudders once more. The symbols twist, darkening in color. It changes from dark green, to purple, to an inky black that seems to pull the very life from the air. The moment the symbol appears, the silence that follows is immediate.

Necromancy.

Rare.

Your thoughts are interrupted when hushed whispers break the silence. You could feel their eyes lingering on you, judging and filled with unease rather than disdain.

“Do you not see that symbol? It is Necromancy.”

“That's impossible, no one has been born with Necromancy in centuries..”

“Not only that, she has three affinities? That can't be right..”

Slowly, you pull your hand away, but the tingling sensation in your fingers remained as if the pedestal had marked you in some way. Before you could even make sense of the feeling, a voice cuts through the whispers.

The gatekeeper's voice sounds uncertain as he mumbles, “This… This is highly unusual. I shall get the Headmaster.”

“There is no need, Jinyoung. I am here,” The students fall silent once more, their heads, along with yours, turning to the direction her voice comes from. “Welcome students. I regret not being able to hold a speech today, instead Mr. Park will do so in my stead.”

There, at the entrance, stands a woman. She is tall, dark, flowing robes in midnight red draped around her shoulders. Her face is ageless, young even if wisdom lined near her eyes. Long and straight silver hair cascades down her back, streaked faintly with traces of her original black hair. Her eyes were focused solely on you.

“I see you have made it,” She says, warm tone in her voice as she turns around and looks at you over her shoulder. “Come with me.”

Giving you no room to refuse her offer, she moves forward and you follow her through the towering gates in silence.

When strong traces of magic catches your attention, you look up to find the source of it. There, above the courtyard on a grand balcony, a group of students stand. They seem unfazed by your little display from earlier.

Your gaze sweeps over them in curiosity and, before you can stop yourself, three figures catch your eye.

The first looks at you with a cold expression on his face, his hands resting in the pockets of his coat. His dark eyes are narrowed in disapproval. There is something unsettling about his stare, as if he can see right through you and already deems you unworthy.

Even from a distance you can sense the raw intensity of his magic, waiting to be unleashed. There was no mistaking the potential he harbored.

Then, your gaze flickers to the second one.

Unlike the first, this one does not look at you like he wanted you dead. Instead, his eyes are filled with curiosity and a hint of amusement as his lips curl into a smirk. He leans against the edge of the balcony and you can feel the weight of his magic just as intensely as the others.

His gaze makes you uncomfortable in a different way; as if he wants to know more, explore more.

You quickly look away.

The third student you recognize in an instant, wearing the same cloak as in The Capital City. There is no clear emotion in his gaze, but when he sees your eyes darting to him in recognition, he quickly averts his eyes.

Strange.

Or perhaps it does make sense that he wouldn't know you. Who knows what else he does in the Capital City, besides helping damsels in distress?

Quickening your steps, you follow the Headmaster deeper into the Academy's halls, the whispers of the students fading behind you yet their eyes never fully leaving.

The Academy is even bigger within. Enchanted torches light up the hallway with color-changing flames, statues of long dead sorcerers are lined in the halls, seemingly turning their heads as you pass, and every step echoes against the marble walls.

When you finally enter the Headmaster's office, she closes the door behind you with a simple wave of her hand.

The room is a circular chamber, lined with bookshelves filled with old books, ancient scripts and spell scrolls. A grand desk is placed at the center and behind it, high arched windows, framed by deep purple velvet curtains, offer a breathtaking view of the Grand Courtyard.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Please sit.”

Her voice is the first to break the silence and you lower yourself into one of the velvet chairs slowly.

“I trust your journey was uneventful?” she continues, folding her hands atop the polished desk. “I am aware the Capital can be… unkind to those from the outskirts.”

Your mind drifts back to the alleyway, to the sneering nobles and the sharp gleam of a knife, to the moment you nearly lost control. Had the man not intervened, you weren't certain if you would have made it here at all.

“It was... harsh,” You respond truthfully. “But I am here now.”

A warm smile graces her lips as she nods her head, satisfied with the answer. “I am glad you are,” A pause. “You know, I have known of you since the day your magic first awakened.”

You arch your brow questioningly. “How?”

“Necromancy is rare. Extremely so. It can be studied, though it is highly illegal and requires years of dedication and sacrifices. But to be born with it?” She pauses, tilting her head slightly. “That has not happened in centuries. So naturally, both The Academy and The Grand Magic Council took notice.” Headmaster Choi doesn't give you a chance to respond. “Do you know what happens to Necromancers?”

You did. “There have been tales of Necromancers being consumed by their own powers, swallowed by the shadows they were meant to control. And when they are deemed a threat, they are silenced. Forgotten. Eliminated.”

She nods, then sighs deeply. “I do not wish to silence you,” Suddenly she rises to her feet. “I believe we can hone the power you wield. Refine it. Perfect it. It is what your parents would have wanted.”

The mention of them makes you stiffen. “You.. knew my parents?”

Headmaster Choi simply nods. “Yes, but I will tell you about them another time. For now I merely wish to offer guidance,” The advice barely registers, all that is on your mind is how she casually mentioned your late parents. “Out there, some people will fear you. Others will seek to control you. Be careful of who you trust. Go now. I look forward to seeing your display during the Trials.”

Just as you processed her words, about to tell her that she cannot just mention your parents and not elaborate, you find yourself suddenly standing outside of her office again, the doors closing in front of you.

Seriously?

As you step away from the Headmaster's office, her warning lingers and for the first time since you arrived, you let yourself think.

First off, she mentioned knowing your mother and father. She didn't want to tell you more yet, but you were determined to find out what it was she knew. No matter how many times she would shut the door on you.

And then...

Necromancy.

Sure— the word has never been insignificant. Even in the slums, fear would grip those who caught a glimpse of your magic even if your aim was to aid them. Still, none ever spoke of it out loud and it never defined you.

Yet here, at one of the most powerful institutions, it did. And it made you a threat. You let out a soft exhale, pressing a hand against your forehead.

It's fine. This is fine.

You have two more days before the semester starts, so you will deal with it when the time comes.

First, you need to find the Administration Office.

At first, you attempt to follow the other students, carefully moving through the corridors. But the more you walk and watch them turn ways or disappear into rooms, you realize you have no idea where you are.

The Academy is a maze of endless hallways and grand staircases shifting without warning. You take one turn, only to find yourself in a corridor that looks identical to the last.

This should seriously be illegal. Why couldn't they just hand out maps at the entrance?

When you take another turn, the temperature suddenly drops and a cold breeze whispers against your skin. You slow your steps, noticing how the torches along the walls flicker as you pass. Something feels strange. It is too quiet.

You tell yourself it’s just the nerves. A new place and an absolute lack of navigation skills —it’s perfectly reasonable to feel unsettled.

Perfectly. Reasonable.

Still, you hesitate before taking the next step.

Another set of torches flicker once more and for a moment, you swear you could see it.. Your shadow stretching longer than it should, pulling away from you if only slightly.

Yeah. That’s not ominous at all.

You stop breathing, your pulse hammering with each passing second.

Time to dip.

Focusing on the sound of your own steps, you push forward, quickening your pace and refusing to let your mind play tricks on you until a sharp voice stops you in your tracks.

“Well, well. Look what we have here, a lost little lamb?” The female voice is laced with amusement. When you turn, two girls stand behind you. They are beautiful, their plump lips curled into a smirk.

The one who spoke first steps forward, moving with the kind of attitude that shows she has been making people feel inferior since birth. Every step forward is a tad bit too perfect, from the way she walks toward you to the way she tilts her head and examines you.

The girl standing beside her has a softer look. She seems friendly, but you have no doubt she is about to be an accomplice in whatever is about to happen. Strands of strawberry-blonde hair shifts as she looks at her friends, then back at you.

“You're the new scholarship girl, aren't you?” The first girl muses whilst lightly tapping her chin. “The one with three affinities? Including Necromancy? Impressive.”

You know by the tone of her voice that she does not mean that and you don’t answer, but it doesn’t seem to matter to her.

“It's strange,” She continues as she steps closer. Her voice sounds sweet, but has an edge of disdain to it. “They have let commoners in before, but I don't think we've ever had a stray from the slums before.”

You refuse to let her words get under your skin, having dealth with people like this back in the slums before. Arrogant. Entitled. The type of people who believe power is something they own, not something that can be taken from their grasp.

“She looks confused, Jennie.” The second girl says lightly. “Maybe she's lost.”

The girl named Jennie smirks. “Oh is that it? Where were you trying to go, little slum rat?”

That nickname lands harder than you expect, but you don't let it show.

Still, you do need to find the administrations office and these two seem like they would know where it is, even if they are being cruel about it. At least you can get what you need from them.

“The Administration Office.” you say keeping your voice even.

Rosé smiles, too sweet to be sincere. “Of course. It’s down the main hall, left at the third corridor, and then straight past the library tower.”

Jennie leans in slightly. “Try not to get lost again, hm?”

And with that, they turn and walk away, their laughter trailing behind them.

After finding the administration's office and being handed a class schedule and a map (a little too late, they could have done that earlier) you finally managed to find the dorm assigned to you.

It is bigger than anything you have ever lived in; bigger than the shoebox you shared with your grandmother.

The common area is spacious and cozy, an unlit grand fireplace sits against one wall. Velvet armchairs in deep forest green are arranged in a semicircle and a low wooden table has been placed between them.

To the left, the kitchen is finer than anything you have ever had access to before. Marble countertops and cabinets of finely carved wood, an enchanted stove and two doors leading to seperate bedrooms.

You step further inside, the faint scent of something floral lingers in the air and for once, you can feel the difference between this life and the one you left behind.

The slums had always been crowded and damp, always filled with the scent of smoke or metal, the sounds of street vendors shouting over one another. There had never been any privacy, no warmth. This place is different.

But you could get used to this difference.

Your boots make no sound against the floor as you move toward the door on the right—your room. The moment you step inside you realize that the bedrooms are no less extravagant.

There is a large bed with soft silky sheets. A grand wooden desk stands against the far wall, lined with parchment, quills and neatly stacked books you would need for the upcoming classes. A wardrobe reveals a collection of hangers, three of them holding The Academy uniform; a pleated skirt, a button-up blouse and a long robe. The other with pants as an alternative to the skirt.

You exhale slowly as as you step back into the common room. When you do, the door on the opposite side of the room swings open and a girl steps out.

Her dark hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders and her brown eyes light up the moment she sees you. The girl is dressed in an oversized sweater and her presence is.. warm. “Oh!” she exclaims, stepping closer without hesitation. “You must be my new dorm mate!”

The words flow so kindly from her lips, that you blink in surprise.

You nod slowly.

“Well, that’s great!” she says brightly, grinning softly. “I was worried they would room me with some stuck-up noble who never speaks to me.” The girl doesn’t seem to notice your moment of hesitation. Instead she extends a hand, “I’m Song Yuqi. And you?”

You take her hand and introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you!” she says easily before glancing around. “So? What do you think of our dorm?”

“It's.. a bit more than I expected it to be.”

Yuqi laughs. “Right? It’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” She studies you for a moment before tilting her head. “You know, I was going to wait until tomorrow, but—do you want me to show you around later? I know the Academy can be a bit overwhelming.”

For a moment, you consider declining. But then you remember getting lost before and even more than that, for the first time since you arrived, someone is offering something without any cruelty.

So you accept her offer. “I would like that.”

Yuqi’s smile is warm. “Great. Then it’s a plan.”

You should have said no.

If you did, you wouldn't have ended up meeting them right before the first official trials began.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts fantasy au #bts x you

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thevillainswhore · 2 years ago

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Stalker!IT/tech!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

(snippets/mentions of Carter Bazien x F!Reader and Ending, Beginnings!Frank x F!Reader)

Summary: Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… right?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of smut (p in v, male masturbation) violence, grievous bodily harm, dark elements, possessive behaviour, hacking, reader is very naive, Bucky is a hell of a warning here (will add more with the upcoming chapters) PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS - THIS IS A DARK FIC!!!

A/N: We are finally here!! 😭 incase anyone doesn’t remember, I teased this fic a longgg time ago and it makes me so happy to announce its now live 🥹 as mentioned before this is a multi part story - I’m aiming for 3 parts but it could be more with me who knows 🤣 I also changed the my moodboard bc my last one did not include inclusivity and that is the goal here 💗

So now onto my appreciations ❤️ first of all I need to thank @mickeyhenrys for helping with the fic title - she’s a genius and I’m so thankful! Next, I need to thank @sgt-seabass for the help with the IT/cyber security aspect of things - she was absolutely amazing with providing all the information I needed and I’m super grateful for it. And last and certainly not least… my beautiful @rookthorne. my god I can’t even begin to thank you for all the help you’ve given me on this. To beta’ing this fic, helping me a lot with my moodboard even when I was a pain the ass 🤣 and just supporting me in general with my crazy ideas - this fic sprouted from our brainstorming and looking back from then to where this has flourished now is amazing 💗 thank you for being the beautiful person you are and inspiring me to grow as a writer. I love you so much 🥹

Now onto the fic, please enjoy the start of this crazy, wild ride and good luck - you’re gonna need it… 👀

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

Bucky glances over at you through the window that seperates the two of you, gushing about your new date already. It took you a week, maybe two, to get over the last guy. And here you were, yet again, in the same conversation with the same co-worker, debating about which dress you were gonna wear tonight.

Did it matter anyway?

The same shit happens every time. You go out with a new prize idiot, get laid, wait for them to text you back (spoiler: they never do), and you sit there, crying and wondering where you went wrong.

It was frustrating.

You only ever go out with the conventional ‘fuck boy’. The same three-piece suits and quiffed hair that looks like it’s been cemented to their skull with product and arrogance, both in equal measure.

When were you going to get it? You choose the wrong type of guy, every single time. And yet, you wonder why they never stick around long enough to make things official, or to settle down.

You were gullible; so naive.

The perfect girl that Bucky has kept his sights set on from that very first day that you begun working in the same office.

That’s when you walked into my life, Angel.

It wasn’t all that new for it to rain in New York. Heels clicked and splashed through the deep puddles of the pavement, and leather briefcases bumped against each other in the chaos of the crowds as Bucky made his way to work.

He found he didn’t so much mind the repetitive routine – his life had never been exciting. It gave him peace of mind to hear all the usual sounds and to witness the usual frenzied rush from his run down apartment all the way to his office.

He liked his job, truly. It’s what he’s always excelled best in and it’s what has kept him in his comfort zone. There was never no real need to talk to people as all communication or pleas for help were addressed in an email. Those who didn’t email always dragged themselves to his office and slammed their technology down on his desk, grunt or curse at him, before primly walking back out again.

That would anger most people – the blatant disregard for his existence and the treatment similar to that of a scolded dog, but Bucky’s been there for ten years now, and over those many, many days, he had gotten used to it.

It was a bonus, however, that nobody questioned him once on how he managed to fix every problem with their device with so little information as a curse and a demand to get it working.

Pushing the door open, Bucky expects to be walking into a normal day at the office. Paying no notice to the hustle and bustle of his colleagues at work.

That is until he’s stopped in his tracks.

The surprise of seeing the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on; a woman that was sunshine and everything he dreamed of personified standing in the lobby. He watched you speak to anyone that paused to say hello.

The errant thought of such an innocent bunny smiling for all that gave her attention made his cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to give you that attention that you craved.

Never had he been so entranced by and enamoured in anyone. He thinks he could stay like this forever, almost blown over by his new found obsession that made his hands shake and the whole volume of blood in his body to rush to his rapidly swelling cock.

That obsession called and rooted for him to take the few steps and cover the distance to reach you, when he was abruptly shunted forward by another body slamming into his back.

He spun around, ready to curse the person for being so oblivious, when he saw Brock. “Hey man, why the fuck were you just stand- Oh, I take it you’ve seen the new hire, hot isn’t she?”

The predatory smile on Brock’s mouth physically made him recoil. Looking Brock up and down, clear disgust in the sneer and glare of his expression, Bucky turned and stalked away towards the stairs in a bid to head to his office.

His closest safety net, the office where he spent his days, came into view and he slammed open the door, only to fall back onto it, his breath coming in sharp pants. Wildly, he glances around him and then out of the blinds that shroud his office from onlookers. Nobody was paying attention to his moment of crisis and doubt, except, he finds you glancing over your cubicle wall.

You send a small wave, one of which Bucky can’t believe is directed at him, and you smile broadly – a kind gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone smiled at him like that.

Bucky hastily looks away and strides over to his desk, adjusting the sudden tent of his slacks before he turns to sit in his desk chair to start his day.

Who the fuck is she?

The day starts slow, each task as mundane as the last, when you finally get a chance to talk to Sasha, your favourite co-worker. “I really think he’s going to be the one this time.” You can’t stop grinning, wiggling in your seat from excitement to be going out with Frank this weekend – the party that you met him at still fresh in your mind.

“Girl, you said that last time! With... What was his name again?” Sasha groans, her chair swivelling so she could face you fully. You stare at her with a furrow in your brow while she stumbles to remember the name. “Chad? No, I don’t think that was it… Chris?”

“His name was Carter.” There's heartbreak evident in the way your voice turns to a solemn whisper when speaking of him, and your eyes start to water as you begin to think about how your previous date left you high and dry after your night together – only to ghost you the next morning. Your lips start to tremble at the memory. “And I thought we said we weren’t going to speak about him anymore.”

Sasha notices your dejected expression. “Shit honey, l’m sorry. I just want you to be happy.” You nod once, wiping your cheek with your palm. “Car-” She hesitates, and then frowns. “He-who-shall-not-be-named was a rich asshole, he doesn’t deserve you and he can choke on a dick.”

The crass statement shocks you. “Sasha!” you admonish, glancing around the office for anyone milling about that may have overheard. Although you were never one to bad mouth, you couldn’t help the small giggles spilling out at her vulgar words.

Sasha’s abrupt and scandalous nature has always been the exact opposite to your docile character, but she was the first true friend you had made in the office – always looking out for you, taking care of you, and with your doe-eyed persona, the men can’t help but desire to have a piece of you.

It is a blessing that she always knew how to pick you back up when you were down, no matter how many times you would come to her in tears over the same problem.

“Anyway, I promise this one is different,” you promise. The sadness that gripped you a second before fades with the humorous nature of your friend. Sasha shoots you a look. “I didn’t even match with him on Tinder! We met at that party–the one I told you about, Daphne’s?”

“I remember,” Sasha murmurs, nodding.

The memory flashes across your mind, and you shake your head slightly. “He looked so silly with the little tiara on his head. He came up to me and we talked a little–said I looked really pretty and that we should meet up sometime,” you explain, almost imploringly – you desperately want her to understand that it was a good thing. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it–for me to get myself out there?”

Pride makes your voice strong, unwavering in it’s conviction. Stepping out of your your social circle is a huge step, and by the softening in Sasha’s gaze, she thinks so, too.

The night you met Frank swirls in your mind, clouding it as you stare dreamily at the wall beside Sasha’s head.

The party was in full swing – loud cheers and clinking bottles and glasses filled the night air, while the pounding bass music rattled your chest. Your friend, Daphne, had left to go smoke in the corner, abandoning you to your own devices by the pool.

Fairy lights had been strung up from pole to pole above you and you were admiring them, when Frank caught you by surprise.

“Hey doll,” he greeted, and you glanced at the six foot Prince Charming in a wool coat and tiny tiara. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in the corner?”

Frank had thrown you a dashing smile and you found you couldn’t maintain eye contact with his intense gaze – you swore you fell in love on the spot.

To say you were flustered would be an understatement. “M-Me?”

Frank almost looked amused. “Well, just between me and you dollface… I don’t see anyone else nearly as pretty as you here.”

As the night went on, Frank continued to sweep you off your feet. You genuinely had no clue how desperate you made him over your sweet little dress riding up your thighs when you fiddled with the the hem. Or when you started to feel shy and you crossed your arms to try and hide yourself – only to squeeze your tits together. It gave him the perfect image of how they would look bouncing up and down on his cock.

The way he stared at you so sweetly, acting as the perfect gentleman made the butterflies in your stomach swoop and flutter up a storm. You had planned a date with him at the end of the night and you were beyond excited.

Snapping out of your daydream, you focus back into the present, aware enough of your surroundings to see Sasha clicking her fingers sharply in front of your face making you blink. “Hello? There she is!” She sits back and rolls her eyes. “Jesus girl, I was calling your name for ages. Where did that cute head of yours wander off to this time?”

“Sorry! I just got caught up in Frank again,” you sigh, dreamily.

Sasha scoffs. “C’mon, he can’t be that cute. Show me a photo of him.”

You clap your hands and squeal, rushing to search through your bag for your phone to show her just how lucky you are to have someone as wonderful as Frank interested in you. Scrolling through the photos you’d taken that night, you finally find the one you couldn’t stop admiring; him with that silly tiara sitting atop his soft, fluffy hair that you could imagine running your hands through all day, wrapped in a snug jacket with a cigarette between his fingers and blowing out smoke the side of his perfect lips.

His eyes fixed intently on one thing. You.

The image sends a shiver down your spine, and before you get too carried away, you turn your screen to face Sasha.

After a whole minute of considertory silence, she finally speaks up, her voice aweful. “Holy fucking shit, babe. I wanna lick his face.”

Your jaw drops. “Sasha, oh my god, you can’t just say that!” Laughter threatens to bubble over and your cheeks heat in response.

“Watch me,” Sasha teases, and you both dissolve into laughing fits.

Bucky is seething. He doesn’t think his teeth could be grating together any harder; grinding to dust until his jaw clicks. While your laugh is melodic to his ears, and his heart leaps and bounds at the sound of your voice, even muted from his vantage point of his office, he saw how upset you looked when your co-worker mentioned him.

Carter.

Even thinking his name gets his blood boiling. But, he wills himself to calm down. To just breathe. There was no point in getting worked up over that spoiled prick anymore, he’s dealt with after what he did to you – the very lengths Bucky had to go to get that video Carter took on his phone deleted.

You, the not so innocent whore on your knees for someone who wasn’t him, begging for Carter’s dick down your throat until you were suffocating; saliva drooling from your chin and dripping down onto your heaving tits.

Bucky can feel his cock twitching in his trousers at the thought of you being so submissive. Pity floods him – you didn’t even realise how Carter had not only ignored your texts that morning, but he had also planned to send that precious gift you had so willingly given to him, to all of his friends and ultimately ruin your life. Leaving it in shambles for you to pick up the debris of your professional career and sociality with so little care.

Bucky wasn’t the most pleased with you after seeing that video in the first place. It was such a foolish decision to trust and allow that sleazebag to film you.

He took it upon himself to remove every trace of the video. After all, he was a good person, what a man should be.

Such a good man that he paid a visit to Carter, leaving him with a few of his own gifts. A black eye, fractured skull, and a break in his right femur that may, or may not have, resulted in him taking residence in the local intensive care unit fighting for his life.

“All I want is for you to be happy. And who better to make you happy than me?” Bucky wonders quietly at his desk, the door to his office wide open so he can hear you chatting to your friend. “I would treat you so good–dote on you every hour of every day, never let you out of my sight, either.”

The next train of thought is one he will not voice aloud, but the vision of him fucking you hard and rough, just as you deserve, until you cried for more – for all of what he could give.

“You’re better off with me,” Bucky grumbles. His lips turn down into a grimace and he glares at the cubicle wall that separated you from him. “You just don’t know it yet, bunny.”

Nevertheless, here you are, flaunting your latest boy toy off to your friend.

The pencil he’s been tapping absentmindedly on his desk stops suddenly and small pieces of wood splinters by the second until it snaps in half, almost capturing your attention – head whipping side to side in search of the noise until you give up and go back to your conversation.

Pain laces through his hand when the wood scratches his palm, reddening lines etching themselves in retaliation for his daydreaming.

He’s got to be more careful with his frustrations.

You have hardly ever looked in his direction, let alone spoken a single word to him. Why would you? Not many people did, if he is honest with himself. His shoulder-length dark hair that is always covered by the same black cap in combination with his piercing and brooding stare didn’t give off the best impression, or invite conversation.

Bucky was not a popular man, even thinking back to his early school years. He was always considered the loner, the nerd, the creep. No sisters or brothers to grow up with; distant parents who paid no mind to him or bothered to foster and nuture his affinities.

The lonliness of his childhood paved the way to the depths of his desperation. Intelligence was something he had an abundance of, and weaponising the skills of his cyber skills was an underutilised talent of every one of his past employs.

It never assuades or lessens the burden of need for affection. A craving that naws like a festering wound in his barren heart, for something that could make up for the miserable nights of self reflection and doubt; wondering why he was never enough for his parents, or popular at school where the girls would fawn over him.

Something for his own; to be just his and unable to be taken from him, not by anybody.

I’m right here, Angel. You just don’t ever see me.

Bucky has done nothing short of pine after you from afar; stealing glances and furtive wanders to get close in any way he can.

He knows you wouldn’t go out of your way to talk to him – you don’t run in the same circles and you are definitely not socially compatible. That doesn’t stop him from imagining how soft your skin must be, or how flawlessly your body would melt against his as he railed you into his bed. Your heavenly little cries of his name, breathless chants pleading him to “Keep going!” and “Don’t stop!” never leave his mind. They fuel his needy desires at night until he can get the real thing, whimpering your name until his voice is hoarse as he fucks his fist over and over and over – the thought that it was your hand or your pillowy lips guiding him into ecstacy pushes him to the very brink of insanity.

The dreams will do for now, he thinks privately as he stares at you through the glass pane of his office wall, straight to your cubicle, the sound of your laughter echoing down the hall and muffled through the glass. He’s managed for the last six months since he first saw you, it’s fine.

Impatience chips away at his resolve, though, and his fuse is shortening by the day. No matter what it takes, no matter who you think is good for you right now, Bucky will have you, and when he does… He’s not ever letting you go.

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19. Out of Reach

Definition: outside the distance to which someone can stretch out their hand.

Summary: Jimmy and Joel have been playing a 'game' for a while now. Jimmy would try his very best to not get caught while Joel was the one who tried to catch him. For Joel, it was fun. For Jimmy? It was terrifying.

G/t: Joel is normal-sized, Jimmy is a borrower

Warnings: Fear and feeling helpless and trapped

Word Count: 1843

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Okay, I just finished this one yesterday and its already become one of my favorites. I really love how this one came out.

Oh and before there is any confusion, this is not part of the BBBCAU. This takes place in a completely seperate universe.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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Jimmy ran up the length of his string as fast as he could. He hadn’t expected Joel to get home so early but there he was, at the door and hurriedly trying to take his shoes off so he could run and try to catch Jimmy. Fortunately for the borrower, Jimmy made it up to the shelf with plenty of time.

Joel finished yanking off his shoes and ran over to said shelf. He reached up on his tippy toes but his hand only reached the very front of the shelf. Jimmy’s breath hitched at the sight of the hand so close. He further pressed himself against the wall, thankful Joel wasn’t any taller. He heard the human huff.

“What, are you pressed up all the way back towards the wall?” Joel asked, still trying to reach out his fingers to try and grab a hold of Jimmy. But Jimmy wasn’t moving.

“...Yes.” Jimmy answered after a moment of hesitation. He wasn’t sure when it had started but he had started speaking back to Joel at some point during this whole thing. Joel had been surprised at first but Jimmy talking had just seemed to motivate him more in trying to catch him. Jimmy sort of regretted speaking because of that but he couldn't take it back. “Of course I am.” He added, because why would he put himself so close to the edge like that?

Joel sighed and then his hand left the shelf. Jimmy let out a small sigh of relief himself. “Well, you’re lucky I don’t have a stepladder or anything. Though I suppose if I did have one you would be back in the walls before I could come back with it, huh?” Joel laughed at that. “Oh well, I guess you win this one. But you’re bound to make a mistake sooner or later, and when you do, it’ll finally be my turn to win.”

Jimmy shivered at that. That was the last thing he wanted, for Joel to ‘win’. He had no clue what Joel’s plans were for if he ever did end up catching Jimmy, but Jimmy was determined to not find out.

Joel’s footsteps retreated and Jimmy raised his head a little to see Joel sit himself down on the couch and take out his phone. Jimmy bit his lip, realizing the predicament he put himself in. There was no entrance into the walls up here, the closest ones were down below and in the kitchen. And with Joel staying in the living room, Jimmy was essentially trapped.

It was fine though. All Jimmy had to do was wait for Joel to leave and then Jimmy could climb back down and head back home. Joel probably thought Jimmy was already back in the walls anyway. It would be fine.

Except, Joel continued to stay in sight of the shelf. At one point he went into the kitchen but even from the kitchen Joel would be able to see Jimmy trying to leave. It had already been a couple of hours, why wasn’t Joel going to his room yet?

Jimmy took a deep breath. It would be fine, he could stay here as long as he needed to. He might have to wait for Joel to head to bed but that was fine. Just as long as he wasn’t caught.

But Jimmy hadn’t expected Joel to, at some point, glance up at the shelf again and be able to see him from where he was on the couch. Joel’s eyes widened and he stood up. “Jimmy? Are you still there?”

Jimmy thought about staying quiet but then his eyes locked with Joel’s and he knew it was useless anyway. “M-Maybe I am, what about it?”

Joel tilted his head and crossed his arms. “You’re usually back in the walls by now. So what…wait.” Joel’s eyes filled with a sudden realization. “You don’t have an entrance up there, do you?”

No, no, no, no, no! Joel wasn’t supposed to realize that. “N-No, I do, I just-” Joel cut him off as a smile spread across the human’s face.

“You totally don’t. Otherwise you would be long gone by now. Oh this is great.” Joel plopped back onto the couch, keeping an eye on the shelf. “Looks like my win is finally within reach.”

Another shiver ran across Jimmy’s spine. He couldn’t get caught. “You’ll have to go to bed at some point.” Jimmy said, trying his hardest to keep the shakiness out. “I have a lot of patience.”

Joel chuckled, making himself comfortable on the couch. “So do I. At least when it comes to this. I’m not planning on going to bed anytime soon.”

Jimmy brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in them. He had to hope that he could wait Joel out. That Joel will go to bed or even end up falling asleep on the couch, either one worked. He just had to wait some more. He could do that. He had to do that.

And so, both human and borrower waited. Joel spent most of his time on his phone, while Jimmy sat there just trying not to panic too much. At some point, Joel’s phone died and he sighed but pocketed it and glanced at the time. It was already well past when Joel usually went to bed and Jimmy was as stubborn as always. Joel huffed and looked back up at the shelf. He could just barely make out Jimmy’s figure in the way back.

“Come on.” Joel finally said, breaking the silence. Jimmy jumped, startled by the sudden voice. “You gotta be tired or hungry or whatever by now, just come down already.”

Joel was starting to sound frustrated, which was not a good thing for Jimmy. “Not going to happen Joel.”

Joel groaned and threw his head back against the couch. “You really don’t want me to win that badly? It’s getting a bit ridiculous.”

Something in Jimmy broke at that. “Of course I don’t!” He shouted, his voice far louder than Joel had ever heard it. It made Joel sit up at full attention, eyes wide. “Of course I don’t want you to ‘win’, I have no idea what you have planned for me! You’re acting like this whole thing is just a fun game for you but for me it’s terrifying!” Jimmy breathed in and out, everything finally coming out about what he thought of Joel’s little ‘game’. He wasn’t sure what finally made him say it but it probably had something to do with the fact that…that…

That he knew he wasn’t getting out of this. Not without being caught by Joel. His breathing became shaky and he slowly realized there were tears streaming down his face at the realization.

Joel’s eyes were still wide. Still trying to process what Jimmy had said. “Are…Are you crying?”

Jimmy sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. “Yes.” Jimmy’s voice cracked. He didn’t see any reason to lie. It was obvious.

Joel was silent, which was more terrifying than anything the human could have said. He heard some shuffling and then something dragging. He looked up to see what was happening in just enough time to see Joel’s face come into view. Jimmy’s breath hitched as he was face to face with the human for the first time.

And then Joel’s hands were in view and Jimmy pressed himself even further into the wall, wishing he could melt into it. Wishing he was anywhere but here. “No, no, Joel, please don’t…” He cried, more tears replacing the ones he had just wiped away.

The large hands came up on either side of him and Jimmy flinched and braced himself. The hands scooped underneath him and suddenly Jimmy was sitting in Joel’s cupped hands. His body shook, his fear overwhelming him.

“Caught you.” Joel said, his voice low. Jimmy let out a whimper, feeling helpless and pathetic. Joel stepped down and was back on the floor, still holding onto Jimmy. Jimmy shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see what was going to happen.

But they quickly opened again when Jimmy realized he had been put down. He looked around, realizing Joel had placed him on the kitchen counter. He looked up. Joel was still there, looming over him but he quickly crouched down so he was more eye level with Jimmy. Jimmy scooted back, fear still in control.

“I finally won. And…now you can go.” Joel said, eyes glancing away for a moment. Jimmy’s eyes widened, not knowing if he heard him right.

“W-What?” Jimmy said, his voice a sharp contrast from his earlier yelling.

Joel sighed and looked back at Jimmy, meeting his eyes. Jimmy had the overwhelming urge to tear his eyes away from Joel’s but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “I said, you can go. I…nothing was ever going to happen to you if I won. I just…I thought we were playing a game. I thought you were in on it.” Joel shook his head, eyes not leaving Jimmy’s still. “I’m sorry.”

Jimmy felt…well, he wasn’t sure how he felt. He had been caught by Joel, finally. But Joel…wasn’t going to keep him? Or do anything with him? What was happening?

Finally, Jimmy tore his gaze away from Joel’s, eyes instead moving over to the shelf he had been on not moments ago. But now, underneath it, there was a stepladder. “I thought you said you didn’t have a stepladder?” Jimmy said, letting it distract him for a moment.

Joel’s eyes briefly glanced over at the stepladder before settling back on Jimmy. “I lied.” He said simply.

Jimmy let out a small breath. “Oh.”

Joel’s gaze softened and he sighed. “I really am sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Or make you think I would…do anything to you.” Joel shook his head and then stood up. Jimmy couldn’t help but flinch back. “I’ll leave you alone now. I won’t…try and catch you anymore.”

Joel looked at Jimmy one last time and then turned around and left. Jimmy heard the door to his room shut and suddenly, Jimmy was alone.

His entrance back into the walls was right behind him but for some reason, Jimmy couldn’t get himself to move. Everything seemed to have happened so fast, Jimmy was still trying to process it all.

But the one thing he was sure of, was that Joel had let him go. And, apparently, had always had the intention of letting him go. This whole thing really had been a game to him but not in the malicious way Jimmy had first thought.

Joel thought it was fun because he thought Jimmy also found it fun. It seemed like, the second he had realized Jimmy was scared, he stopped playing.

Jimmy slowly stood up, his legs feeling wobbly. He looked over towards Joel’s room, watching for a long moment. When nothing happened, Jimmy turned around and walked toward his entrance into the walls.

He had a lot to think about.

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