#learn how it works and what it does so when it pops up casually in your workspaces you actually know how to handle those situations

[bobbysdeath]

once again i think this site's whole "never touch gen ai it's the devil's work" sentiment is just as stupid and harmful as the people who rely on it to write their grocery lists

[prael]

The Hardest Question Ever ASSked

Le Sserafim Chaewon, Kazuha and Yunjin x male reader smut

Masterlist word count: 5,851 Kofi(donations/commissions)

"So, which one of these two do you think has the best ass?"

Yunjin has this penchant for asking the most inappropriate questions at the most random of times. The conversation was in a whole different place; Chaewon was explaining why the second Harry Potter film is by far the best one when suddenly...

"Oh my god," Kazuha immediately covers her eyes, sinking her head into her hands.

"What?" Yunjin blinks with innocence.

Chaewon can only groan in response. She sometimes wonders what goes on inside the minds of her group members, especially after that time Yunjin casually asked to compare their favourite toys (and now she is struggling to get the mental image of Yunjin slipping in a butt plug each morning out of her head. Apparently she has a whole range of sizes) but still, it feels like their constant effort to test how far they can go with each other has no end in sight.

"We all have pretty nice butts," Chaewon adds, the need to fill the awkward silence quickly becoming dire.

"Boring answer," Yunjin turns up her nose and pouts. Then her eyes fall on you. "Come on, you spend more than enough time staring, which is it?" she teases.

And look, you have thoughts, of course you do, but you're too coy to spill them out into the open for these three to scrutinize. So you joke, "We all know it's me." Only Kazuha laughs—that girl laughs at your every word.

Yunjin narrows her eyes, her attention like a hungry lion's before its prey. She asks in a challenging tone, "Why are you avoiding the question?"

You have learned very quickly that a game you can never win is against Yunjin, that woman is relentless with her prodding, so you change strategies. "What does it matter who has the nicest ass? Asses are so subjective."

"Stop being so political."

Chaewon senses blood in the water and joins in on pushing you for an answer, "Okay, so, subjectively, which one do you like the most?"

You slump back into your chair as the three girls sit forward expectantly. Yunjin is directly across from you, wrapping her lips around the straw for her coffee as she stares through you, practically daring you to bullshit her with a non-answer. Chaewon is wide-eyed on your right, and Kazuha still has her hand nervously over her mouth.

You have an answer, you know which one you like the most. But you also know that as soon as you say it, the other might kill you.

So, you pick the one that will give the best reaction. See, Chaewon is competitive, right down to the bone. Meaning that when you answer, "Kazuha," she looks about ready to burst a blood vessel.

"What!" she spits, the other two girls bursting into laughter. "I'm the one with the best ass!"

Kazuha has this whole smug look going on, it's not one she uses often, but to tease Chaewon? You don't blame her.

"Oh yeah, you think that's funny? I'll show you whose ass is the best," Chaewon threatens.

"It must be all the squats," Yunjin chimes in.

"Shut up," Chaewon growls at her.

Kazuha leans back in her chair and shrugs, "No need to be jealous. Yours is great too, Chaewon. You work really hard, and it shows."

"Don't try to suck up now, Kazuha."

You watch the whole exchange in silence. This is what happens almost every time Yunjin calls you over to have lunch, and it is always an entertaining time.

"Alright, so what about thighs? Which ones are the best?" Yunjin continues.

"Kazuha," you answer, and Kazuha is practically glowing, "I mean, have you seen how toned her thighs are?"

You turn to Chaewon, a smirk on your face so evil, "Sorry, Chae."

"Alright! That's it!" Chaewon shouts, jumping up from her chair, her eyes burning with determination. Her hands are at the waist of her jeans, popping open the button. "If you won't admit mine are the best, I'll have to prove it to you."

Yunjin sighs, her hand on her chin, and she shakes her head. "Here we go again."

You can feel yourself blush a bit, the way you always do when this happens, even though the four of you have had these lunches dozens of times, and Chaewon has always tried to show off her body at some point. She wiggles her jeans off her hips, sliding them down to reveal her black, lacy thong.

"Well?" she poses, turning to the side to show off her ass, "What about now?"

You are certain the three of you are all thinking the same thing—her body is unbelievable—but nobody is going to stroke her ego like that.

"Oh yeah, definitely Kazuha's," you shrug, trying not to let your gaze linger.

"What?!"

It draws a loud laugh from Yunjin, who's hitting the palm of her hand against her thigh as she wheezes. Kazuha, who is usually the shy one of the bunch, can't help but join in on the laughter.

"Fuck you," Chaewon snaps at you, "And fuck you too!" She turns on her heel and points at Kazuha.

Kazuha is still laughing, and she has her head turned away from Chaewon, but you can see her smile grow wider. She's teasing, "Oh come on, Chaewon, it's okay. You look cute."

"I'll show you cute," Chaewon growls, her hand coming down hard on the table. It makes the cutlery rattle, and the three of you glance between yourselves before a shared giggle bubbles up again.

You look up at Chaewon, who has a scowl on her face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her jaw is tense. She has one hand on her hip, her fingers digging into her skin, and the other is gripping the table so hard that her knuckles have gone white. Her body is stiff, the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest. Her face is flushed, either with embarrassment or frustration or both, and her lips are parted, letting her breaths pass through.

Her skin is smooth and soft, and when she moves, you can see the muscles ripple under it. She's so lean, so slender, but there's an undeniable strength behind her.

"What, got something to say?" Chaewon bites, noticing your stare.

"Uh," you fumble, your eyes flitting down her body before shooting up to her face again. "Just, um," you clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of this trance, "Are you gonna leave your jeans off?"

"Until you realise how wrong you are, yes."

"Okay," you chuckle, then return to sipping on your drink.

"So, are we going to go through the rest of the list? Boobs? Which one's the best?" Yunjin can barely speak for her stifled laughter.

Chaewon huffs, then folds her arms across her chest. She pushes her tits together, the low-cut t-shirt working wonders to showcase her cleavage. "Mine," she states proudly.

"Kazuha."

"I can't with you two," Chaewon whines. "What the fuck?"

"You can't win against me," Kazuha says simply.

Chaewon's glare switches between the three of you. She looks like a wild animal ready to pounce. A dangerous, sexy, wild animal.

"You're all fucking useless," she mutters under her breath, turning on her heel. "I'll be right back."

You watch as she stomps off in her underwear and boots, leaving the three of you alone.

"That was fun," Yunjin smirks, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. She looks at you and says, "You've got a mean streak. I love it."

"I just like riling her up," you smirk.

"I noticed."

Kazuha giggles, then takes another sip from her cup. You can't help but watch her. Her dark hair is tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup, she is beautiful. There is a softness to her, an air of innocence, that you can't quite place.

"What are you looking at?" Kazuha asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," you shrug.

"I see the way you look at her," Yunjin says with a wink. "Got you thinking about something, huh?"

"Yeah," you say, not knowing how else to respond.

"I bet it's filthy," Yunjin continues. "How long has it been since you two hooked up, again?"

"Too long," Kazuha answers.

"Oh yeah," Yunjin smiles. "Guess I've been a little greedy recently."

"Just a little," Kazuha giggles, her cheeks dusted with red.

"Stop being so shy and ask him then," Yunjin nods in your direction.

"I'm back!" Chaewon announces, turning heads.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Yunjin asks.

It's nothing but skimpy lingerie. It's black and lacy, hugging her curves perfectly, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her thong cuts deep between her ass cheeks, and the bra pushes her tits up, not that much is needed. The fabric is sheer, and you can see the dark peaks of her nipples through it.

She's leaning on the doorway as she speaks, "I wasn't going to half-ass it, was I?" Oh, Chaewon, even as you stand there, looking like a whole meal, you still can't resist a good pun. "So," she continues, sauntering over and leaning down, placing her hands on the table and getting in your face. "Have you come to your senses yet?"

You glance away, to look across the table at Yunjin, who's got her eyes fixed on Chaewon's ass and is telling her, "Yeah, no doubt I'm definitely kinda gay. Your butt looks amazing."

"Need more convincing?" Chaewon is looking down her nose at you, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

"More convincing," you repeat.

Chaewon steps between you and the table, pushing the arms of your chair and struggling to move it back.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Convincing." Chaewon turns to the table, puts her chest flat against it and arches her back, giving you the most brazen display. "Is it working?"

"It's..."

"Working," Yunjin finishes for you as she stands up to admire the view.

You take a moment to appreciate her, the way she's bent over the table, the way her ass looks so round and perfect. The way her thighs are toned and muscular, and the way they press together, gives her just a little more shape. You want to touch her, to reach out and run your hands along her smooth skin.

"I'd let her sit on my face," Yunjin whispers as if she could read your mind.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Kazuha adds.

"Would you two shut up? I'm trying to get my point across."

"Don't let us stop you."

Chaewon lets out an irritated sigh, then gets up and sits herself down in your lap. Her hips roll forward, and you can feel her warmth. You can't help yourself, you slip a hand around her waist and rest it on her stomach.

"Do you like this?" Chaewon asks, her voice low and seductive. She leans back, letting her head rest against your shoulder, her breath hot on your ear. "How about this?" She shifts her hips, grinding her ass against your crotch. You bite back a moan, your fingers digging into her flesh.

"You know," Yunjin says, watching as Chaewon continues to rub her ass against you, "We could have a lot more fun with this."

"What do you mean?" Kazuha asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Well," Yunjin's eyes flick over to meet yours. "If you're not gonna fight for your spot, our friend here might change his mind. How about a competition?"

"Competition?" Chaewon repeats.

"I'm talking a showdown," Yunjin explains, a wide grin on her face. Chaewon is staring blankly at her, and Yunjin rolls her eyes. "Ass vs ass. Who's got the better booty?"

"I'm in," Chaewon immediately agrees.

"What?" Kazuha squeaks.

"Oh, come on. You're not going to back down, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Kazuha states, standing up.

"You don't have to do this," you tell them.

"Shut up," Chaewon shoots back, a smirk on her face.

"Let's settle this once and for all," Yunjin declares. She pulls the table away, leaving you in the middle of the dining room with Chaewon on your knee. She pulls Kazuha to her feet and stands in front of her. Their eyes are locked on each other, both looking nervous. You can't take your eyes off them, especially when Yunjin slides her hands down Kazuha's abs. "First, let's catch you up, get you out of these clothes.

Yunjin hooks her fingers into the waistband of Kazuha's jeans and starts to pull them down, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. Kazuha lifts her feet out of her shoes and pants, leaving her standing in a pair of white panties.

"Damn, girl, you look good," Yunjin purrs, running her hands along Kazuha's thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

Meanwhile, Chaewon turns her attention to you, first by pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside, then moving on to undoing the buttons on your pants. You're already achingly hard, from having her ass grinding against you, her hands on you, and her scent filling your nostrils. She stands up and steps back, allowing you to stand and drop your pants, then step out of them, leaving you only in your boxers.

"Looks like someone is ready," she teases, looking at the bulge.

You blush, embarrassed, but you can't help the way your cock twitches at her words.

"Alright," Yunjin calls.

The two girls are standing side by side now. Yunjin has sat you down and is standing behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her breath hot on the back of your neck. She's looking between the two girls, taking in their bodies, her eyes filled with lust. Kazuha is biting her lip, her hands clasped together in front of her, her body stiff.

"First, let's see who can move their ass better. Show off what you've got," Yunjin commands.

Chaewon is the first to act, bending over and shaking her hips. Her ass is swaying from side to side, her hips moving in circles, and her ass jiggling with every motion. Her back is arched, her legs straight, and her thighs pressed together, giving her ass the perfect shape.

"Nice," Yunjin whistles.

Kazuha takes a deep breath. She turns to show you her ass, putting her arms above her head and swaying her hips. She doesn't have the same confidence as Chaewon, but her ass still looks great.

"Fuck yeah," Yunjin says, her hand trailing down your chest and stomach.

"You think that's good?" Chaewon huffs. "Watch this."

She backs up towards you, stopping when her ass is almost touching your crotch, and leans back, arching her back. Her ass is pushed out, the curves and lines of her body on display. She places her hands on her ass cheeks and then starts to squeeze and knead her flesh, moaning softly as she does so.

"Fuck, that's hot," Yunjin breathes.

"Don't stop," you gasp.

Kazuha has renewed fight, stepping and dropping her ass against your lap. It's all in the hips, the way she moves, and how her body rolls. It's different from Chaewon, there's a grace to it and a fluidity. She turns, looking back at you, her eyes full of fire, her lips curled into a sly smile. You know that look. It's like a switch is flicked inside her.

"Fuck," you groan, reaching out to grab her, to pull her closer.

Kazuha leans forward, her back arched, and you draw her thick ass towards your cock. Soon enough, Chaewon follows, and you become the filling of an ass sandwich.

"Oh fuck, that looks good," Yunjin says, her hand sliding beneath your waistband and grabbing your cock. She starts to stroke it, slow and steady, teasing the tip with her thumb. But, as their assets draw closer, Yunjin is forced to relinquish, the girls taking hold of your cock between their asses, and rubbing their cheeks against you.

"Ahh, fuck, that's so fucking hot," you moan.

"Yeah, baby, you like that?" Yunjin purrs in your ear.

"God yes," you breathe, your head falling back against her chest.

Chaewon laughs, a smug sound, "He's definitely loving mine."

"In your dreams," Kazuha hisses.

"What was that?"

"I said," Kazuha pushes her ass, to slide your length between her cheeks, rubbing along the fabric of her thong, "He likes my ass more."

"I don't think so," Chaewon shoots back, fighting for position. The girls are ass to ass, cheeks squishing against each other. Your cock is caught between them, and they both start to rock their hips, the friction making you hiss.

"You're both driving me crazy," you moan.

"Yeah?" Chaewon smirks.

"How about this," Kazuha adds, her hips moving faster, and her ass squeezing tighter. It's all matched and challenged by Chaewon, who's moving her hips, and rocking her ass, and doing everything she can to keep up.

This whole thing is fucking ludicrous, don't get it twisted. This is the most insane thing you have ever seen, or done. Two gorgeous women, two insanely sexy asses, both fighting for a chance to prove that theirs is the best. And you're right there, between them, your cock assaulted by the most amazing sensation.

"How are we going to settle this?" Chaewon growls, her ass grinding hard against your cock.

"I'm not stopping until he cums," Kazuha shoots back, her ass moving even faster.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs.

"Wait, wait, stop," you gasp, to no avail. The girls just keep on grinding, keep on rocking, keep on fighting.

"Shh," Yunjin purrs, her hands roaming your chest, and her lips ghosting across the back of your neck. "Let them have their fun."

You moan, your body tense, your cock throbbing between their asses. The girls are panting, their breath heavy, and their bodies slick with sweat. Their skin is hot, their bodies flushed, and their hearts pounding.

"He's getting close," Chaewon smirks, "I can feel it."

"For me," Kazuha insists.

"I'm doing all the work," Chaewon snaps back, her hips rolling faster, and her ass pressing harder.

"Stop, fuck," you hiss, feeling your cock throb, feeling that familiar sensation rising in the pit of your stomach.

"Tell me it's for me. Cum for me, baby."

"No, for me. He's cumming for me," Kazuha shoots back.

And then, it hits. It's an explosion, your body jerking, your muscles spasming. Your head is thrown back, a groan ripped from your throat, and your hips bucking wildly.

"That's it," Chaewon smirks, looking over her shoulder. "I did it. He's cumming because of me."

"No, me," Kazuha pouts, turning her head.

You spill over them, thick, hot cum spraying all over their asses and backs, leaving sticky ropes of white across their smooth, flawless skin.

"F-fuck," you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

"Holy shit," Yunjin murmurs, "That was... fuck.

"It's mine," Chaewon says, her tone cocky and arrogant.

"No, it's mine," Kazuha growls.

The two of them continue their argument, but you can barely hear them. Your body is still recovering, your mind reeling, and your heart racing. What a fucking rush.

"Who's got the best ass? Well," Yunjin chuckles, "It's a tie if you ask me."

"A tie?" Chaewon repeats.

"Yeah, a tie."

"Well, I'm not calling it a tie," Kazuha says.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs, standing upright and glaring at the other woman.

"You're both pretty great," Yunjin states, her hand on your shoulder.

"Kazuha is great, me? I'm perfect."

"Okay," Yunjin sighs. "There's still something he needs to test. You can't decide on the best ass without fucking them both."

"What?" Chaewon and Kazuha gasp at the same time.

"You get five minutes each, then swap. First to make him cum is the winner."

"Deal," Chaewon and Kazuha say simultaneously, their gazes burning into each other.

"Well then," Yunjin says, standing up. "Over the table girls."

You're still fucking out of it. Slumped in the chair while Yunjin guides them over the table, bent at the waist and presenting their asses to you. The girls are draped in your cum, and Yunjin has the task of plucking off their underwear, leaving them bare and naked. Then she comes and pulls you to your feet, positioning you behind Chaewon.

"Cum in whichever feels the best, okay? Wait here a minute." Yunjin runs off to the bedroom, giving Chaewon a chance to bargain with you.

"Come on, you know I've got the better ass. And you know what it can do for you. Just think of all the other times you've fucked my ass. Don't tell me you want Kazuha's ass instead?"

"Uh," you mumble.

"Oh come on," she wiggles her ass, "Look at this."

"Sorry," Yunjin says, reappearing with a bottle in her hand. "Gotta do this right." Yunjin takes a blob of lube in her hand and rubs it onto your cock. It's cold, and it makes you shudder. Then she takes some and rubs it onto Chaewon's ass.

"Fuck," she squeaks, her body trembling.

"Ready?" Yunjin asks.

"Y-yeah."

"Five minutes, go!"

Yunjin pushes you by the hips toward Chaewon, not that you need any encouragement to slip your length between her cheeks.

"That's it, fuck me. Come on, baby. Let's see whose ass feels better."

It's slow to begin, pushing your way into her little asshole. She's still so tight, and even with the added slick, it takes a bit of effort. But she's warm and snug around your cock, and her ass is perfect.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you were," she moans, her voice strained.

"She can't even take it," mocks Kazuha.

"Shut up, I can," Chaewon bites back. "Go on, deeper."

Yunjin has her hand on your hip, guiding you deeper and deeper until you bottom out. Her ass is pressed right against your hips, and she's whimpering. You give her a few moments to adjust before starting to move, pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. You're stretching her out, forcing her to accommodate your length, and her hole is clenching around you.

"Fuck, I love the feeling of your cock," she gasps.

"We all do," Kazuha says flatly.

"Not as much as I do," Chaewon pants.

"Come on, you can fuck her faster," Yunjin whispers in your ear.

So you pick up the pace, your hips moving, and your cock thrusting deep into her. She's moaning and writhing beneath you, her ass shaking with every impact, her body trembling. You can't stop yourself, you're pounding her hard, slamming your cock deep inside her. The cum on her cheeks is smeared, making the sight even more filthy.

"Shit," she groans, her ass bouncing back against your hips.

You're lost in her, fucking her hard and fast, making her take every inch of you. You're grunting, your balls slapping against her skin, and your cock stretching her hole. You're losing control, the sounds of your fucking filling the room.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she moans.

"You're such a slut," Kazuha hisses.

"Oh fuck," Chaewon cries, her ass clenching around your cock, her body convulsing, and her pussy dripping. "Oh my god, fuck," she screams, her whole body tensing, and her eyes rolling back.

"Holy shit," you gasp, your cock throbbing and twitching.

"Alright, time's up," Yunjin says, grabbing you and pulling you away from her.

"What the fuck, no, don't stop," Chaewon pleads.

"Swap," Yunjin demands, shoving you towards Kazuha.

You stumble forward, your cock aching and throbbing. You're still sensitive, and the sudden change has your head spinning. Yunjin covers you again with more lube and slaps your ass to let you know to begin.

Kazuha's chest is flat on the table, her cheek pressed against the wood, and her hands gripping the edge. She turns to look at you, her eyes full of silent desire. There's an arch to her back, and her ass is perfectly presented, just waiting for you to enter her.

"Take her," Yunjin whispers and her hand pushes down on your hip.

You step forward, the tip of your cock pressing against her asshole. You can see her muscles tensing, and she lets out a soft moan as you push into her. She's even tighter than Chaewon, her body squeezing and gripping your cock. She's not nearly as experienced, her reactions are more innocent.

"Oh," she gasps, her body shivering, "That's... that's really good."

You grab her hips, your fingers digging into her flesh, and you push deeper, feeling her asshole stretch and open up for you. She lets out a sharp cry, and you pause, giving her a moment to relax.

"Keep going," she pleads, her voice thick with lust.

You start to move, sliding out of her and then pushing back in. She's hot and tight around you, and her muscles are contracting, squeezing and clenching, pulling you deeper into her.

"Oh my god, it's so good," she moans.

Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open, and her body is quivering. You keep going, thrusting harder and deeper, until you're buried in her ass. She lets out a long, low moan, and you can feel her trembling.

"She can barely take it," Chaewon laughs.

"Don't listen to her," Kazuha pleads, looking over her shoulder at you. "Just keep going, please."

You groan a response and start to pound her harder. Sticky flesh slapping together, your hands holding her steady, and her cries filling the room. You're fucking her rough, and she's taking every inch of you. It feels incredible, and the pleasure builds, your cock throbbing and aching.

"Come on, cum for me," she whines.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," you gasp, your hips bucking. Just one slap of her ass and it's marked already, red and pink from the impact.

"You're close," she whimpers.

"Keep going," Yunjin encourages. "Two minutes or they both lose."

Your whole body is trembling, and your head is spinning. Your cock is so hard and aching, and your balls are tight. Your hips are bucking, and you're fucking her with abandon, her ass taking every inch.

"Come on," she begs.

You groan, and then you're there, your whole body shuddering, and your cock pulsing and throbbing, emptying your cum into her ass. As soon as Chaewon sees that look on your face, she knows she's lost. She whines a defeated sound and slumps against the table.

Kazuha is the one smiling though, and as she stands, you notice her knees are a bit weak. "I win," she announces, a little triumphant.

"You cheated," Chaewon pouts.

"How the hell did I cheat?"

"I don't know, you just did." Chaewon's got that little pouty expression stuck to her face, and she swears her revenge. "Next time, I'll beat you. You'll see."

"If you say so," Kazuha smiles, looking at the mess leaking from her ass. You're stumbling back and Yunjin is your support, keeping you steady.

Yunjin is in your ear, "You've still got another round in you, right?"

"I don't know," you pant.

"You, me and the shower. Think about it."

"Yeah," you manage, and then her hand is on your arm, leading you to the bathroom.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Chaewon demands, her hands on her hips.

"Shower," Yunjin calls, dragging you along. "You girls caused this mess, you can clean up. Maybe even lick his cum off each other's asses."

"No, don't leave," Chaewon whines.

But, it's too late, the door is closing, and Yunjin is pushing you up against the wall. "You know," she whispers, her hands on your chest and her body pressed against yours, "I'm kinda turned on."

"Yeah?"

"Watching them fight over you was so hot."

"Yeah, it was," you admit.

"So," she presses her lips to yours, kissing you hungrily, and slipping her tongue into your mouth.

You return her passion, your hands running up her body, and down her back. She breaks the kiss, and looks up at you, a coy smile on her lips.

"Let's have a little fun," she murmurs, reaching behind her and turning on the shower. The water flows, steam fills the air, and Yunjin steps under the stream, letting it cascade over her naked body.

"Fuck," you gasp.

"What's the matter?" she teases, grabbing the bottle of soap and squirting it onto her chest. She lathers up her chest, spreading the foamy liquid over her smooth skin, her nipples hardening as the suds run down her body.

"You're gorgeous," you say, stepping towards her.

She grabs you by the hips, pulling you close, her hands roaming your body. Her skin is slick with soap, her touch gentle and teasing. She's looking up at you, her eyes filled with desire.

"Are you ready?" she whispers, her voice husky.

"Always," you grin, cupping her breasts and kneading them in your hands.

"Fuck," she sighs, leaning into you, her eyes closed, and her body relaxed.

You kiss her, tasting her lips, your tongue sliding against hers. She moans, her hands trailing down your back, and her nails digging into your skin.

"Mmm, so good," she murmurs, breaking the kiss and looking up at you. "All this anal stuff has got me thinking, maybe it's time we tried something new."

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't think it was ever really your thing? You always said a butt plug was enough."

"I've been practising," she winks.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Maybe it's best if I show you."

"Oh," you grin.

"So," she purrs, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours. "You want to see what I can do?"

"Fuck yes," you breathe, a rush of excitement running through your body.

She smiles, biting her lip and pulling away from you. She turns her back to you, facing the wall, and places her hands flat on the tile. She arches her back, and you watch as she spreads her legs and bends further and further over. Her ass is sticking out, her perfect, plump cheeks inviting you in.

You can't help yourself. You kneel behind her, grab her cheeks and spread them wide. She lets out a soft moan, and you press your face into her ass, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Fuck," you groan, kissing her puckered hole.

"Mmm," she moans, pushing her ass back into your face.

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she whispers, her breath hitching in her throat.

You tease her with your tongue, licking her asshole, and swirling the tip around the rim. She shivers, and you push a finger into her, probing her, exploring her. She's so tight, and the sounds she's making are driving you wild.

"Please," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please fuck me."

"Are you sure?" you ask, a hint of surprise in your voice.

"Yes," she says, looking back at you. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I'm finally ready."

"You don't have to, we can just have a regular fuck."

"No," she insists, her eyes blazing. "I want to try it, and I want you to be the one to do it."

"Fuck," you growl, pulling your finger out of her ass and standing up. You press the tip of your cock against her, and she whimpers. A shiver runs through her, and her hands ball into fists. There's this tension in the air, and her breathing is shallow and fast. Utterly shameless, she reaches back and pulls her asscheeks apart, opening herself up for you.

"Come on," she whimpers. "Do it. Put it in."

You press against her, your cock throbbing, and her asshole quivering. You push, and she gasps, her muscles tightening, her body tensing. But she doesn't pull away. You push again, harder, and her asshole starts to give way, stretching and opening for you. She lets out a strangled cry, her ass clenching around your cock, as the first few inches slip into her. You can go no further. No amount of practice could prepare her for this.

"You're so tight," you groan.

"It hurts," she whines, her body trembling.

"Just relax, okay?"

"I can't," she moans, her muscles straining.

"Just breathe," you say, stroking her back and ass.

She takes a deep breath, and then another, and then a third. You can feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening, her asshole stretching.

"That's it," you encourage, pushing deeper into her. "How's that? Better?"

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head.

You slowly start to move, thrusting in and out of her ass. She's so tight, her body gripping your cock like a clenched fist. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the tiles.

"Fuck," she hisses, her head hanging low, her shoulders hunched. Yunjin has always been the hold-out. Her anal virginity has eluded you, but not any more. Finally, all the best asses in K-pop are willing to take you. There's nothing better.

"Fuck," she groans, her nails scraping against the tiles. "Harder."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she pants.

You grab her hips and start fucking her harder, it's still tough to get more than half of your length inside her, but what she's taking is driving her crazy.

You hook a hand underneath her, past her toned stomach to play with her pussy. She's soaked, dripping with lust, her clit hard and swollen. You tease her, stroking and rubbing her, and she cries out, her whole body tensing.

"You're gonna make me cum," she gasps, her hips bucking against your hand.

"Not until I say so," you growl. She whimpers, her ass tightening around your cock, her legs trembling. You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Who am I?" you snarl, fucking her ass harder.

"Ah," she whines, her voice strained. "You're...you're my daddy."

"That's right," you growl, your cock throbbing. "Now cum for me."

You rub her clit, and she cums, her whole body convulsing, and her pussy gushing. It's a powerful orgasm, and she's shaking and crying out, her ass squeezing your cock like crazy. She grows weak, barely able to stand and take it. You pull out, let her fall to her knees, and then take hold of her hair to face you.

She's looking up at you with this expression like she's drunk, or high. A good ass fucking and she is a mess. A happy mess. One that's perfect to be coated in your load.

You stroke yourself, staring down at her, and her eyes widen, her lips parted and waiting. You grunt a shudder runs through you, and your cock erupts. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her face, covering her cheeks, her lips, and her nose. She's whimpering, stroking her tits and moaning out words of pure filth for you. "So much cum for your favourite girl. We both know those two don't stand a chance against me."

She's a mess. She's a hot, filthy mess. You step back, admiring her, a smug satisfaction filling your mind while she licks your cum from around her mouth. "Don't get complacent," you tease.

"Never."

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Can I request a cermy berzatto x reader ? Like the reader came to the restaurant many times and carmy look pretty flustered or something. So everyone one tries to make him have a date with the reader. Hope it’s okayyyy :))

I luv this! I’m so sorry this took a while babes ): this was so buried under my drafts

Hundred times better

“Jesus- okay, you work the kitchen, and- and I guess I’ll work the register for a little.” He told his cousin, who had managed to fuck something up while working the register. How does that even happen?

Carmy attempted to fix it, grunting in annoyance when it didn’t work. You walked in quietly, he didn’t even hear you, just saw you in the corner of his eyes.

He glanced up, mouth falling open to say something. But when he looked at you, his movements paused and his mouth stayed open. You gave him a sweet smile, and a blush came over his face.

He snapped out of it, nodding and stuttering. “Uh- sorry, I’m just… having a bit of…” the cash register popped open, he sighed. “Trouble. What can I get for you?”

“You’re fine! you got it or…?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, I’ll… fix this later.” He waved it off, looking back up at you, hands on his hips as he waited for your order. He listened, ringing it up.

“Alright, uhm… your total is 18.45.” He said, his eyes looking you up and down, his hands went over his face, giving you a small smile when he took your money.

“Thank you!” You told him, and even your voice had him weak in the knees. It was like honey, sweet.

You sat down, waiting for it to be brought out as you read through your book. You ignored the noises that came from the men.

“You fix it yet?” Richie yelled from inside the kitchen, looking at Carmy.

“Yes I f- yes!” He shouted, rolling his eyes as he entered the kitchen again. You glanced up, a small smile gracing your features. He was cute, you thought, watching him open the door, watching his muscles flex and his veins pop out his head. Angry, but cute.

You make it your life’s goal to come in often, so often that some of them learn your name. You know Richie, Sydney, Carmen, and a nice woman named Tina.

Carmen- or Carmy as most of them called him, was the one that intrigued you the most of all. He was the cute one- the one who smiled at no one but you, the one who complimented you every so often. You learned he was the owner.

And after a while, his chefs got tired of seeing Carmy angry and pissed off- more than he usually was. They quickly figured out what was wrong. He had a giant, fat, crush on you.

He didn’t want to accept it, but he knew the truth. In his heart.

He was packing up one day, cleaning up as Richie came up to him. He pat him on the back, Carmy jolted and shoved his hands off of him, glaring at him and beginning to walk towards the door.

“What?” He snapped finally, turning to Richie when he felt eyes burning in the back of his skull. They were outside, cars racing by.

“You should ask her out.”

“ What are you talking about, dude?” He furrowed an eyebrow.

“Y/n.”

Carmy rolled his eyes, letting out a huff and turning around.

“I’m serious! Think she seriously likes you. I catch her starin’ at you a lot when you’re not looking.” He told Carmy, wrapping an arm around him.

“No.” He grumbled out.

“Dude. Just ask her out. Sugar agrees.”

“I’m not asking her out while I’m working.”

“Then do it on your break or something.” He said, glancing over at his car. “But for real, tomorrow, I’m excepting to hear about a date.” He pointed, Carmy rolling his eyes and waving him off as he walked away and got into his car.

—-

The next day, it came naturally to the boy. He was sitting outside, a cigarette in between his lips, he blew out the smoke when he saw you form the corner of his eyes.

You were next to the alley, petting a little dog you have found, abandoned on the side of the road.

You didn’t even notice him until he came up.

“Uh, hey.” He spoke casually, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, smashing it with his foot. You looked up and over at him, smiling.

“Hey, Carmen. You on your break?”

“Yeah. Yeah. What uh.. who’s this little guy?”

“I don’t know. Saw him on the side of the road and I felt bad.” You told him, standing up, looking down at the dog and back at hjm.

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to respond.

“Yeah, might take him to the vet or something. But, how was your day? I was actually just about to come in.” You said with a giggle.

“It’s been going…” he told you, scratching the back of his neck and nodding. “How was yours?”

“It’s been okay.” You shrugged. “Well, I don’t wanna take up your time, and I should probably-“ you glanced down at the dog. “Get him in and stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

You began to walk away, the dog following you before he called your name again.

“Uh- y/n?” He stuttered out.

“Yeah?” You turned around.

“Would you… wanna go out with me? Like… any time?”

You smiled at him again. “I would love that, Carmy.” You told him. And with his words, your day got a hundred times better.

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Prompt #13

Okay I DON’T  know much about the court of owls and the talons , I don’t really care to search anything about it but I do know they rich ass holes with undead brainwashed assassins, but I would like to add a  dp x dc head canon of mine, that the talons have something similar to that of a ghost core and that’s why they can work so well with one another because they understand each other, also I want to throw in ghost King Danny along with de-aged elly

Okay so a 22-year-old Danny with a De-aged one-year-old elly moved to Gotham they live in a decent house/apartment in a decent part of Gotham because Danny would not put elly  in a dangerous part of Gotham and he also has the money to get a decent place, and they lived there for about a month until Danny ran into someone or a group of people all wearing the exact same owl looking armor there were three of them and they were clearly on a mission but as soon as they spotted Danny, Danny could feel something click  inside of them, and all three of them bowed to him.

As the ghost King Danny could recognize All dead and undead but these people were unusual and it took Danny a few minutes to realize that these were undead people .and Danny using his abilities as ghost King wood try to figure out about these people and would learn from his attempted search that these are undead assassins with something similar to a ghost core who are brainwashed and have no personalitys.

So he just decides to casually take them with him and they  follow his orders without question and without any concern of who they used to work for before.

And this begins the story of Danny’s slowly acquiring an army of undead assassins as he tries to take care of elly while trying to help heal and undo the effects of the brainwashing on the talons as they now stay with him in his house/apartment that also has a direct portal to the ghost zone so they kind of live in his castle as well and Danny gives them small things to do like pick up groceries, train with fright night, take care of elly (with supervision) and  play security guard, he does this because even though they don’t exactly have ghost cores they do have something similar enough that they have something similar to an obsession and they have something that is the equivalent to a loyalty/obedience obsession which was obviously programmed into them but he can’t exactly change that  as far as he’s aware.so they follow him now but one thing he kind of didn’t tell them to do was refer to him as the king or his Majesty, (fright night is the one who did that).

This is where  the Bat family comes in, most of them were out on patrol because there was much more sightings of talons popping up and they want to know what the court of owls were doing, and they overhear the two talons speak to one another about how they must wait for the Princess and how the king had instructed them to protect the Princess and that the king was a powerful man.

And obviously the bats are wondering if the court of owls have a new leader and want to know what they are planning.

( also a cute side note that I think would be interesting, so there is a small group of like 10 to 15 talons that have helmets/masks that are covered in paint, glitter and a few other things because baby elly got her hands on the helmets and was doing arts and crafts when she decided to paint the helmets obviously the goggles aren’t painted but the helmets/masks are  kind of a mess and obviously look like a toddlers art project, but  none of the talons who the helmets belong to want to clean the helmets so there is just a small group of talons running around with glitter and paint covered helmets)

[mercillery]

MARINES AS GUARDIAN ANGELS!

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: this was a really random idea that’s been sitting in drafts for too long. someone please write more for the marines 💔

AOKIJI/KUZAN

As your guardian angel, Aokiji takes a chill approach—literally and figuratively.

Picture him lounging in an oversized beanbag cloud, sipping iced coffee (because hot coffee is just too much work) while keeping one lazy eye on you. He’s the kind of guardian angel who firmly believes in your freedom to live your life, make your choices, and occasionally trip over them like a newborn giraffe learning to walk.

“Growth, y'know?” he’d say with a shrug, ice cubes clinking in his drink. He's not hovering over you with a checklist of rules—he’s more like a life coach who doesn’t believe in micromanaging.

Aokiji's presence is undeniably calming, like a cool breeze on a sweltering day or the sound of rain when you're wrapped in a blanket. You won’t always see him stepping in, but that’s part of his method.

Subtle nudges? Oh, he’s got those in spades. You might feel an inexplicable urge to turn left instead of right, or decide to call it quits on a bad idea at the last second. That’s Aokiji for you. He’s like the universe’s “Are you sure about that?” pop-up notification—but without the nagging.

Now, don’t get it twisted: Aokiji isn’t lazy, he’s strategically hands-off. Why? Because he wants you to learn how to fend for yourself. “It’s your life, not mine,” he’d remind you, probably lying on a cloud hammock and tossing snowballs into the abyss for fun.

He genuinely believes in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself. He figures that if he’s always there holding your hand, you’ll never learn to walk on your own. “And besides,” he might add with a yawn, “you’d just get annoyed with me after a while.”

But let’s talk about when you mess up. You know those moments when you think, This is genius, but it turns out to be a disaster? Aokiji lets you go through with it—not because he enjoys watching you flail okay, maybe a little, but because he knows mistakes are part of the process. He might even be sitting there like, “Hmm, this’ll be a good lesson. Painful, sure, but memorable.”

Of course, he’s got limits. If your grand oopsie is about to land you in the ICU or worse, you’ll suddenly find yourself narrowly avoiding disaster, courtesy of a well-timed intervention. He’s not heartless, after all. “Eh, can’t let you die; that’d make me look bad,” he’d say with his trademark deadpan delivery.

The real humor here is in how he communicates with you. Instead of some grand angelic vision, you might get a sudden brain freeze while debating a bad idea. Or maybe a random bird drops an icicle near your feet, and you’re like, “What the heck?!”

Meanwhile, Aokiji’s up there smirking, muttering, “Message received, I hope.” He’s not about to hold neon signs that scream DON’T DO IT, but he’ll definitely leave breadcrumbs for you to figure things out.

Aokiji, as your guardian angel, is the embodiment of patience—like, Buddha-level patience, but with way more chill and significantly less sitting under trees. He doesn’t push, prod, or poke.

Instead, he’s the guy who casually tosses a single, offhand comment into the mix that leaves you spiraling into an existential crisis. You’ll find yourself staring into the distance, thinking, Wait… was that… wisdom? And it always is.

The kicker? He does it so rarely that every time he decides to share something meaningful, it’s like being hit by a truck made of profound truths. You walk away stunned, muttering, “Wow, okay, Mr. Cool Nonchalant Guardian Angel. Didn’t know I signed up for a TED Talk today.”

But those nuggets of wisdom? Oh, they stick. Some lodge themselves in your brain permanently, popping up at random moments years later, leaving you to wonder how this laid-back angel became a cornerstone of your moral philosophy. You’re not even mad about it. If anything, you’re a little awestruck. He’s like the personification of “quiet cool,” and every time he speaks, it feels like hearing the world’s calmest mic drop.

Aokiji’s ability to understand human emotions is almost spooky. He doesn’t just get you—he gets you.

You could be a sobbing mess of self-doubt and regret, and there he is, just vibing, no judgment in sight. “Yeah, you screwed up,” he’d say, leaning back like it’s no big deal. “But who hasn’t? That’s kind of the whole point of being human.” And somehow, those simple words are exactly what you needed to hear. If it were physically possible, he’d pat you on the back, but instead, you get a breeze, a faint chill, and a casual remark like, “Relax, kid. You’re doing fine. Maybe take a chill pill while you’re at it.”

He’s the angel you instinctively turn to during your worst emotional slumps, partly because he’s so good at making you feel better, and partly because you know he’ll listen without so much as raising an eyebrow.

He doesn’t lecture or overwhelm you with advice; instead, he offers thoughtful insights that make you stop, think, and—more often than not—reassess everything you thought you knew. His words aren’t just comforting; they’re life-altering. You might find yourself walking away with a fresh perspective on your struggles, life in general, and the universe itself.

But here’s the kicker: Just when you’re about to thank him for being the coolest, most insightful guardian angel in existence, he’s gone.

Poof.

Out of sight.

You’ll look around, confused, only to realize he’s off napping somewhere, snoring like a chainsaw. He’s like that friend who gives you the world’s best advice and then immediately acts like it was no big deal. Honestly, you’re starting to think he does it on purpose—drops some wisdom, lets you stew on it, and then ghosts like he’s too cool for gratitude.

Still, you can’t help but admire the guy. Aokiji is the guardian angel you didn’t know you needed, with a knack for making you feel seen, understood, and, weirdly enough, okay with all the messy bits of life. Sure, he’s napping more often than not, but when he’s there? Oh, he delivers.

Aokiji is the kind of guardian angel who sees life not as a perfectly arranged puzzle but as a beautiful, chaotic mess—and he wants you to see it that way too. He encourages you to embrace the imperfections, those little unexpected quirks that make life worth living.

Spill coffee on your shirt during a meeting? He’d probably shrug and mutter, “Eh, you’ve got character now.” Trip over your own feet in public? “Style it out,” he’d say in your mind. If you’re too hard on yourself, he’s right there, reminding you to ease up. “Come on, kid, the world’s already tough enough. You don’t need to pile on yourself too.” His voice in your head is like a soothing balm for your overworked inner critic.

When it comes to guiding you, Aokiji isn’t about hand-holding or spoon-feeding. He’s more like the cool uncle who asks the kind of questions that leave you wondering, Wait, was that advice, or was he just messing with me?

He nudges, hints, and lets you figure it out. Trusting your instincts is something he wants you to master, and he’s there to give you the confidence to do it. But don’t expect a detailed PowerPoint presentation on what to do—this is Aokiji, not a corporate retreat.

Now, dangerous situations? That’s where Aokiji gets serious. He doesn’t mess around when someone—or something—threatens his human. If harm is coming your way, he steps in, ice-cold resolve and all, to make sure you’re safe.

He’s got a rule: if you mess up and learn the hard way, fine. That’s growth. But harm coming from another person? Absolutely not. He’s not about to let you get hurt on his watch. Whether it’s de-escalating a heated argument, keeping you out of physical danger, or just freezing the bad vibes in their tracks, Aokiji ensures you walk away unharmed, emotionally and physically intact. You don’t even realize how much he does for you half the time because, well, he’s subtle like that.

But here’s the best part—Aokiji’s big brother energy. Later that night, when the adrenaline has worn off, and you’re snuggled under your blanket, ready to doze off, he might quietly check in.

Maybe he descends from wherever angels chill out and, with his usual laid-back demeanor, murmurs, “You okay, kid?” And there it is again—that kid nickname. It’s not condescending, not in the least. It’s warm, protective, and a little teasing, like he’s the big brother you didn’t know you needed.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s technically an angel and not just your overchill sibling figure. He calls you “kid” so often, you half expect him to ruffle your hair one day.

Aokiji isn’t flashy or overbearing; he’s just there, in the best way possible—steady, reliable, and cool as ice. You feel safe knowing that, whether it’s finding beauty in life’s chaos or keeping you safe from harm, he’s always got your back.

KIZARU/BORSALINO

Kizaru’s style as your guardian angel is as perplexing as it is entertaining. He’s a walking enigma wrapped in golden light, delivering cryptic remarks that leave you scratching your head more often than not.

His approach? A strange mix of lighthearted teasing, unpredictable antics, and that signature laid-back demeanor that somehow manages to both calm and confuse you at the same time.

Imagine this: you’re stressing over a big decision, and suddenly, out of nowhere, Kizaru pops in with his usual drawl, “Oooh, what’s the rush? Doesn’t seem that urgent to me.” You turn to him, shooting him the most baffled “what?” look in existence, only to find him lazily smirking like he just walked off a beach. His expression clearly says, What? What?—and now you’re even more confused.

Naturally, you’re like, “What did you mean by tha—” but before you can finish, he casually snaps his fingers, and suddenly your coffee spills... somehow forming a perfect replica of a smiley face on the table.

You’re left staring at the mess, dumbfounded, as Kizaru stretches, mutters, “Guess that’s your sign,” and vanishes into thin air, leaving you no closer to answers but definitely distracted enough to forget what you were worrying about.

When it comes to intervention, Kizaru operates on a whole other wavelength. He’s not going to swoop down dramatically to save you from danger—that’s too ordinary for him. No, his methods are indirect and borderline bizarre.

Maybe he makes your phone randomly restart, delaying you just enough to avoid crossing paths with a reckless driver. Or perhaps your shoe suddenly comes untied, forcing you to stop and miss stepping into a bad situation.

It all seems coincidental, but then, just as you’re shaking your head at your “bad luck,” you catch the faintest sound, like a whisper carried on the breeze: “Oooh, close one.” It’s so distant, so ridiculously faint, that you almost convince yourself you imagined it. Almost.

Kizaru’s interventions always leave you wondering. Is he deliberately cryptic for fun, or is there a method to his madness? Either way, his unpredictable nature means you never know exactly what to expect.

One day, he might save you with the equivalent of a cosmic prank; the next, he’ll throw you a curveball disguised as the world’s most nonsensical advice. But that’s just Kizaru for you—never straightforward, always keeping you on your toes, and somehow managing to make you laugh in the middle of chaos.

Despite his laid-back attitude, Kizaru has an almost intimidating depth of knowledge and experience. He’s been around the cosmic block a few times, but you’d never know it by the way he casually tosses advice your way—if you can even call it advice. His pearls of wisdom tend to come wrapped in riddles and cryptic one-liners that make you feel like you’re playing some celestial guessing game.

You’ll stand there, trying not to pull your hair out, and blurt, “Can you just give me a normal answer for once?!” But no, not Kizaru. Instead, he’ll give you that trademark smirk, shrug in slow motion, and murmur something like, “Mmm… why do today what can wait until tomorrow?”

Then he vanishes, leaving you with nothing but your rising blood pressure and the gnawing suspicion that his nonsense will somehow make sense later. Spoiler alert: it does. And when it finally clicks, you’re equal parts impressed and annoyed because, of course, he knew what he was talking about all along.

But let’s not mistake his nonchalance for indifference. Beneath that carefree exterior, Borsalino is fiercely loyal to you. He might act like he’s just here for the vibes, but the truth is, he’s always keeping a close eye on you. His interventions are so seamless, so bizarrely timed, that they feel almost miraculous.

Picture this: you’re seconds away from stepping into a complete disaster, and suddenly, out of nowhere, you hear his voice drawl, “Ooooh… nice try, but no.” Before you can even process what’s happening, the threat is neutralized in the most inexplicable way.

One time, you’re about to walk into a room that’s about to collapse, and bam—the door jams before you can enter. You stand there, frustrated, yanking at the handle like it’s some kind of cosmic joke.

Later, when you realize what you narrowly avoided, you hear the faint echo of his chuckle. “Bet you’re glad you didn’t get in,” he’d say, probably lounging on a cloud, sunglasses slightly askew.

And his methods? Completely unconventional, borderline ridiculous, and yet undeniably effective. He doesn’t fight danger head-on. Instead, he works smarter, not harder, defusing situations in ways that leave you standing there, blinking, like, *Wait, what just happened?* Did the danger really disappear, or did Kizaru just bend the laws of reality around you for fun? Probably both.

Kizaru is the wildcard of the guardian angel trio, and oh boy, does he embrace the role with gusto. Unpredictable, occasionally maddening, and always one step ahead, he keeps you on your toes like it’s his celestial hobby.

His favorite pastime? Teasing you into oblivion. Whether it’s a cheeky remark about your life choices or a cryptic observation that leaves you spiraling in self-reflection, he somehow manages to fluster and enlighten you in the same breath. You’ll glare at him, cheeks puffed in frustration, and he’ll just raise an eyebrow, his smirk practically saying, “Did I say something wrong? Noooo… I don’t think so."

When life has you wound tighter than a violin string, Kizaru steps in with his patented chaotic chill energy to shake things up. He’s the angel equivalent of a “live a little” poster, casually reminding you to loosen up and stop sweating the small stuff.

Overthinking something? He might “accidentally” cause your phone to die mid-rant, leaving you forced to sit with your thoughts and, begrudgingly, chill out. Spilling your coffee? Misplacing your keys? Yeah, that’s probably him too. But hey, it’s harmless enough—just enough chaos to nudge you into realizing that life doesn’t always have to be taken so seriously.

His humor is his greatest weapon against your stress. Say you’re in the middle of a meltdown over tomorrow’s presentation; he’ll saunter in, leisurely as ever, and go, “Oooh… stressing already? You didn’t even mess up yet! Guess you like to start early, huh?”

Cue your annoyed groan as he lounges somewhere nearby, maybe filing his nails or inspecting his sunglasses. His nonchalant attitude can be infuriating, but deep down, you know he’s got a point.

And Kizaru isn’t just messing around—he’s strategic about his nonsense. He knows when to lighten the mood and when to drop a line that actually sticks with you. Sure, he can be playful, but his ultimate goal is to remind you that life is meant to be lived, not just stressed over.

Tomorrows’ worries? That’s for tomorrow. Today’s? Eh, deal with them and move on. He’s not about to let his adorable, flustered little human keel over from worry. "Can’t have you overthinking yourself to an early grave," he’d joke, smirking as you roll your eyes.

AKAINU/SAKAZUKI

Oh boy, where do we even begin with Akainu?

Strap in, because this guy takes the concept of “guardian angel” to a whole new level. You thought guardian angels were supposed to be all soft and comforting? Not Akainu. Nope. He’s not here to coddle you; he’s here to run your life like a military operation. Imagine having a drill sergeant and a guardian angel rolled into one, and you’ll start to get the picture.

Akainu takes his role very seriously. Like, obsessively so. His whole vibe screams, I will protect you at all costs, even if it’s from yourself, and you will thank me later.

And yeah, you do feel safe with him around, but let’s be real—it’s hard to relax when you’ve got someone barking orders about how to “make better life choices” while glaring at your empty water bottle like hydration is a personal affront. "Drink more water. NOW. How are you supposed to survive without proper hydration?"

He’s firm, he’s direct, and he does not mess around. If you so much as think about doing something remotely risky, Akainu is there, arms crossed, his eyebrows furrowed in the most intimidating dad-face imaginable. “What are you doing? Did you think that through? No? Then don’t do it.” And if you try to argue? Forget it. “I’m your guardian angel, not your yes-man. Sit down.”

Anything he sees as a threat—bad friends, bad habits, bad decisions—gets obliterated faster than you can say, “But Akainu, wait—” Nope, no waiting. He’s already neutralized the problem, metaphorically or maybe literally incinerated it, and is giving you the look. You know the one. The look that says, “This wouldn’t have happened if you listened to me the first time."

And let’s talk about how thorough he is when it comes to your safety. During moments of crisis, Akainu’s got the whole situation handled before you even realize there’s a crisis.

Someone’s being aggressive toward you? They’re suddenly very apologetic. Demonic entity lurking around? They take one look at Akainu and nopenopeNOPE their way out of existence. Seriously, demons probably swap horror stories about him around their little demon campfires. “Yeah, I tried to mess with one of his humans once. Never again. The guy’s a walking no-fly zone."

His presence is like a massive, unyielding shield—a big, lava-hot wall of “try it, I dare you” energy. It’s comforting in a Wow, I’m invincible with this guy around kind of way, but also mildly terrifying because Akainu does not do half-measures. He’s all in, all the time.

Despite all his drill-sergeant-meets-volcano-dad intensity, Akainu has a surprising amount of faith in you. Shocking, right? He genuinely believes in teaching you resilience and strength. Sure, he’s the guy who will body-check a demon into another dimension if they even look at you funny, but he also knows that shielding you from every challenge isn’t going to help you grow.

So he lets you struggle a little—not in a cruel way, but just enough for you to toughen up and figure things out. But don’t worry, he’s got an internal alarm that goes off the second things get too real. Stakes too high? He’s there faster than you can say, “Wait, is this lava?”

Here’s the thing about Akainu: he values discipline like it’s a currency, and he really wants you to learn how to take care of yourself. But—big “but” here—he also respects your autonomy.

If you don’t want to listen to him? Fine. That’s on you. Just don’t expect him to take it lightly when your bad decision inevitably explodes in your face. “Oh, so this is what happens when you ignore my advice? Huh. Interesting. Didn’t see that coming. Except I did. I told you it would happen. Repeatedly.”

Even if you do ignore him, curse at him, or (heaven forbid) give him attitude, Akainu isn’t going anywhere. Sure, he might look like he’s about to erupt into a full-on volcanic tantrum, his metaphorical head steaming like an active geyser, but here’s the kicker: he’ll still protect you. Because you’re his human, and you’re stuck with him whether you like it or not.

And, yeah, he’ll scold you afterward. Oh boy, will he scold you. His lectures are legendary—part life lesson, part motivational speech, part “how do you not already know this?!” But underneath the frustration and the stern tone, you can tell it all comes from a place of genuine care.

His blunt, sometimes harsh advice might feel like a slap in the face (or a splash of molten lava), but it’s always honest, always unfiltered, and always rooted in his desire to see you thrive.

Akainu keeps a close, very close watch over your life. You think you’re sneaky? Think again. He’s analyzing every decision you make like a CIA agent reviewing classified files. If there’s even a hint of danger, he’s already two steps ahead, ready to intervene. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, ever.

You’re not going to get soft reassurances or “everything will magically work out” vibes from him. Instead, you get the no-nonsense truth, served with a side of tough love and a lot of crossed arms.

If you’re reckless, self-destructive, or just plain dumb about your decisions, Akainu is going to let you hear about it. You’ll practically feel his fiery glare boring into your soul as he gruffly commands, “Stop that.” Not a suggestion, not a request—just a straight-up order. And, let’s be honest, you’ll probably stop, if only because his tone makes it sound like not stopping would somehow make the Earth implode.

While Aokiji is all about sprinkling breadcrumbs and letting you follow the trail like some kind of life lesson scavenger hunt, Akainu is not about that life. Oh no. Akainu’s approach is more… let’s call it “visually and audibly overwhelming.”

Picture this: he’s standing in front of you holding a giant, blinding neon sign that screams, “DON’T DO IT!” Not enough? Don’t worry—he’s also got a roaring semi-truck idling nearby, a megaphone cranked up to the max, a PA system blasting the same warning on repeat, and, for good measure, an air raid siren wailing in the background. Oh, and fireworks. Big, loud ones spelling out, “I SAID NO.”

And yet, somehow, beneath all the volcanic intensity, Akainu has… a soft spot for you. Yes, Akainu, the walking embodiment of no-nonsense justice, has a tender side. Shocking, I know. Don’t expect him to go all mushy on you—he’s not about to hand out hugs or write heartfelt letters. His care comes through in a way that’s 100% Akainu: practical, efficient, and borderline bossy.

For instance, if you’re not eating properly, he’ll make sure you do—even if it means somehow orchestrating events so your favorite meal shows up at the perfect time. “Coincidence”? Please. That’s Akainu, silently shaking his head at your questionable life choices and ensuring you don’t faint from malnutrition.

Dangerous situation? Forget about it. You’re already being quietly guided away before you even realize the threat existed. Your environment feels oddly stable and secure? Yep, that’s him too, working behind the scenes like the overprotective angel he is.

It’s wild to think about, but Akainu really does care in his own gruff, no-frills way. He might not shower you with affection or words of encouragement, but his actions? Oh, they speak volumes. Because at the end of the day, Akainu’s brand of love is this: making sure his human is alive, well, and not being an idiot.

When it comes to emotional support, Akainu is… well, let’s just say he’s a bit out of his element. It’s not that he doesn’t care—he does, deeply—but the man wouldn’t know how to ask “Are you okay?” if you handed him a script and a teleprompter. Emotional vulnerability? Yeah, that’s uncharted territory for him.

If you’re having a rough time, he’ll ensure you’re safe and secure, no questions asked. Did someone hurt you? He’s already dealt with it—don’t ask how. Are you overwhelmed? Suddenly, your to-do list is mysteriously cleared, and your surroundings feel unnervingly calm. Did you notice your favorite comfort item conveniently reappear out of nowhere? Yeah, that’s him. He’s got your back, but don’t expect him to say it out loud. Words are not his weapon of choice—lava fists are, but we digress.

And, oh, he will check up on you later. Not in a “Hey, how are you holding up?” kind of way. No, his style is more... covert ops. Picture this: you’re fast asleep, blissfully unaware, and Akainu is leaning over you like a silent hawk, his brows furrowed as he inspects your face. Is your expression too tense? Are you frowning? Smiling? Breathing weird? He’s taking mental notes like it’s a military debriefing.

He might even mutter to himself while pacing. “They seem fine… I think. Maybe. But what if they’re not? Should I—no, that’s stupid. They’ll be fine. Probably.” Eventually, he narrows his eyes, nods in silent approval, and disappears back to wherever guardian angels hang out, fully convinced that his midnight reconnaissance mission was a success.

It’s almost sweet—if it weren’t just a tiny bit unsettling. But hey, that’s Akainu for you. He may not be a master of emotional nuance, but he’s got his own way of showing he cares. Whether it’s through practical actions, silent observations, or his “secret” check-ins, you know he’s always watching over you… in his Akainu way. And honestly? That’s more comforting than he’ll ever admit.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

I hope I'm not annoying you

Had another thought how would some autobots/decepticons react to their human darling just casually popping/cracking their joints

I can only imagine they're like

Darling: cracks joints

Auto/decept: concerned look

Darling: this is normal just some air bubbles stuck in my joints

Auto/decept: surprised pikachu face/ excuse me WHAT!?

Annoying me???? r u kidding AM LIVING for these ask u send op pls I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Also LMAO YES they would be so freaked out about it cuz like for them hearing noises in their joints when they move means they either got rust which i feel like its an uncomfy pain for them or that they need oil like when ur door creeks

I remember i had a friend that would twist their headtoo high up to make it pop and legit i looked at them like this the first time they did it infront of me

that's them. that's ur cybertronian s/o being traumatized by our weird human quriks

TFO B 127: He would go from fear to amazement.

Like he was just chatting ur ear off like he always does, telling stuff that happen today in his missions or something that was like centuries ago (i headcanon he sometimes repeats stuff he's already told you cuz he kinda forgets sometimes but u dont tell him that most of the times cuz he just looks so happy 😭💕💕💕)

And you listened to everything he said, some of the stuff was hard to understand cuz u know...alien stuff BUT ANYWAY- ur back was starting to scream at you cuz u been sitting for a while now, twisting yourself to stretch, your bones letting a pleasingly loud POP!

I can imagen him letting a squeal and backing away like he just saw a rat or something 💀

and it got u asking whats up and he just points at u and ask what was that noise and u just basically tell him that human joints have air pockets and when moved or stretched they just pop, "its just a human thing, nothing unusual to us" you say shrugging to him as he slowly closes his distance to you "but doesn't like....hurt?? it sounds like it does...wait you're not in pain right now are you?!" he starts to ask in worry already thinking into carrying you to ratchet, quickly you shut his worries telling him again its just a human thing and it doesn't bring any sort of discomfort as it for us it rather helps us when we feel ache in our bodies

and feel like this would go on him asking more questions about how our bodies work, if u dont got any medical knowledge then you might just pull ur phone to answer him cuz i feel like he would ask the wildest shi fr 😭

all and all he becomes more and more fascinated by humanity the more he learns from you, specially if its from you.

[isnt-that-wizardd]

dbda headcanons

hello i'm bored so here are some dead boy detective headcanons for you!! all are gen (no specific ships) though i do also have some payneland specific ones if anyone is ever interested

The boys own so many copies of Clue because they SUCK at keeping track of all the pieces. Inevitably they lose a character piece or accidentally rip one of the cards or do something like throw the board off a roof when they get frustrated and can’t find everything when they try to pick it up. So they just buy a new board. Only three of them still have a full set of things for the game, and one of them has only the pieces and cards but no actual board. A couple of them are mismatched because when they first started they thought to just pull the things they needed out of the new box so they could continue using the old one, but then they just lost track of what was where. 

Charles usually wins when they play games, unless it’s trivia. He still has an edge up on Edwin on pop culture, but only if the game is old enough. They both stopped paying attention to that kind of thing in the late 90s, so half the time if they are playing a trivia game, they’ll just take out that category all together. 

Niko has made it her life’s mission to catch them up on everything, though, so they have a regularly scheduled group movie night - Edwin and Charles get absolutely no input in anything they watch, so they are at the complete mercy of what Crystal and Niko think that they need to watch. Both were surprised at how much Charles ended up LOVING Legally Blonde. 

After he finds out that Crystal got a girlfriend, Charles goes through a whole thing for a while about how he’s the “token straight friend”. Crystal, Niko, and Edwin are all just standing there like “....so who’s gonna tell him.” 

Edwin eventually tries to ban Crystal from eating in the office because he’s sick of hearing Charles complain about how jealous he is. If he hears about how much Charles misses spaghetti one more time then he’s banning Charles next

Edwin and Crystal have a deeply sibling-like relationship where they antagonize, torture, yell, and generally act like they hate each other but at the same time they would both absolutely fight, maim, kill, etc for each other. Charles had given up trying to meditate because he realized that fighting is actually their love language

Edwin also becomes a protective brother type for her where he is constantly making sure she's taking care of herself (eating, sleeping, etc) but acts like it is the biggest hindrance in the world. He berates Crystal endlessly when he realizes she hasn't eaten all day and complains about how much of an annoyance it'll be if she passes out on a case while simultaneously making her tea and a sandwich. He complains about how she relies on her powers too much on cases and tells her she needs to "actually learn to do some real detective work" and then conveniently leaves books around that will be helpful to learn more about the supernatural, casually explains certain things when she just happens to be in earshot, and just generally passive aggressively teaches her so that she'll be better protected and knowledgeable on cases

Both Edwin and Charles are opposed to “getting with the digital age”, as Crystal and Niko put it. They’ll borrow one of the girls’ laptops maybe every once in a blue moon and they will gladly watch movies and shows, and Charles does like the music access that stealing Crystal’s phone gives him, but there is no chance that they are bringing in all this digital tech to the agency. They’ve been working with pen and paper since they started and they are going to stay that way, thank you very much. The internet is too messy with everyone’s different opinions and theories to give them accurate research on what they don’t already know about the supernatural world, and honestly, ghosts and digital technology don’t actually mix super well. The Night Nurse is fully on their side, so any internet needs are kept to a minimum and are entirely the girls’ domain 

Charles is chaotic and ADHD but between the two of them, he's far more orderly about things. He has his magic bag organized to a T and is cleaning up after Edwin all the time when he leaves books lying about. It seems to entirely counteract his personality and for a long time Edwin just brushes it off as a little quirk, but after the Devlin house he finally learns that Charles keeps himself so neat and organized all the time because his dad would punish him when things were out of place

Edwin is surprisingly good with children. Charles never knows what to do with himself when interacting with a kid, but Edwin will crouch down to their level, speak to them normally rather than using any sort of baby talk, listen to them rant about their special interests, etc and just generally treat them like just Another Person in a way that has kids just immediately attaching to him like baby ducks. Edwin does not understand why kids seem to like him at all, and Charles just laughs when he asks, happy to simply sit back and watch the cutest interactions he's ever seen

Edwin and Niko have weekly "date" nights where they just hang out in her bedroom and watch shows (she's determined to get Edwin into at least one anime), chat, play go fish for hours on end, and things like that. It gives both of them a designated time to relax over the week and to catch up/gossip about things they haven't gotten a chance to tell each other yet. Crystal and Charles are absolutely Not Invited to these dates, a fact that both of them pretend to be outraged over

Charles is nearly always perfectly content with just remaining on earth and interacting with the living plane and never ever seeing any of the afterlife-associated locations/offices (Lost & Found, etc) but since finding out it exists, he is Determined to figure out how to get to the Dead Letter Office. He doesn't understand how it works or exists or how the postman always finds them and His Brain Needs To Know. So far he's bothered both the postman and the Night Nurse for information but both are way too cryptic/annoying to be of any help

Charles and Niko rarely end up alone together and are not as close as any of the other dynamics in the friend group, but that isn't to say they don't absolutely ADORE each other. They think that the other is just about the neatest person ever and when they do end up just the two of them, their mutual chaotic energies collide in a way where they either are absolutely brilliant and accidentally uncover something essential to a case or they just completely dissolve into hysterical laughter and can't get a thing done

[fairestwriting]

Hey, could you please do headcanons about Idia, Vil, Rook and Cater with a Korean reader who introduces them to the Korean Wave/Hallyu, particularly K-pop music, K-dramas & Korean movies, Korean fashion, Korean beauty trends such as Korean cosmetics & skincare routines, Korean food, Manhwa (Korean equivalent of the Japanese manga), webtoons, webtoonimation (webtoon animation) and Korean animation, Korean language, etc.?

i considered not doing this at first because even though i am into some of these things i dont know That much . so i thought like man i couldnt do this justice 😭 but it sounded like so fun to write and i wanted to do something different so i couldnt resist…. i hope i managed to pull it off (and also that i didnt come off like imoversimplifying anything?? what im going for here is just focusing on the things i think each character would get into the most)

𐙚 Cater Diamond

Cater would be curious about anything related to your life, even if you didn’t literally come from a different world — But that factor, plus your mention of how certain things are considered trendy in social media, definitely make him even more curious than he already was. The more he hears about it, the more he wants to know.

Considering Twisted Wonderland works in a somewhat parallel way to our world, certain concepts might not be fully unfamiliar to him, mirroring trends he’s seen in his own social media. When it comes to things like cosmetics and beauty routines, he already has a decent grasp on it, but he is very eager to learn about new products — if you have anything with you that he could try, he’ll definitely ask if you want to make a video of you two talking about it together.

The media does intrigue him very much too, he’s always looking for new things to watch and listen to, and Cater’s tastes are pretty eclectic, so you can have a lot of really fun watch parties. He’ll mostly enjoy it all pretty casually, but you *will* have his attention for hours if you tell him about fan culture and controversies. On a similar note, he’ll definitely be watching the more out there dramas more than once.

Out of everything though, the food will for sure be his favorite thing. With the amount of spicy dishes there are, how could it not? He can’t bear to watch too many food videos because of how badly he wants to try them. If you can somehow make some for him, he’s going to be raving about it for days on end. His Magicam stories get flooded with pictures of it. You’ll probably never know peace until you teach him how to make it himself.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

It’s obvious, sure, but it has to be said: The first thing to catch his attention is going to be the beauty products. He already makes his own custom ones, but he wants to know what you’ve been using anyway. He’ll already be very pleased if he learns you have a routine of your own, and even more if you’re as interested in the topic as he is. He doesn’t get to really have conversations about those things often.

If you have no way of getting your usual products when you run out, he’s definitely going to try and replicate the formula for you, no matter how difficult it might be. Vil isn’t a person who expresses excitement in a very obvious way, but you can definitely feel it radiating from him when you show him all those cosmetics he’s never seen before.

Media is something he’s a bit pickier about, being a person who is in the entertainment industry himself — He’s open minded though, and if he has the time he’ll gladly watch and listen to all the things you like with you. He’ll be commenting on it very coolly and critically at first, even if he’s enjoying himself, but if you keep showing him things, you’re bound to run into something he’ll get really into…

…Which might just end up being whatever you consider your biggest guilty pleasure interest. He secretly indulges in hatewatching more often than you’d imagine. Will definitely have a time with the drama shows that are full of insane twists and dubious romantic relationships. Talks at length about how much the love interest sucks and how the protagonist deserves better, then vehemently denies that his interest is anything more than trainwreck watching effect. Right before he asks you to put on the next episode.

He does get curious about the food too, and he can be persuaded to try something if you’ve made it for him, but… you can kind of see the fear in his eyes if it’s anything visibly spicy. He’ll definitely enjoy dishes like bibimbap though.

𐙚 Rook Hunt

Being someone who is both remarkably nosy curious, and very devoted to finding beauty in everything, it’s not unlikely that Rook will be the one to initiate the conversation about your cultural background. He would have done that to anyone he’s interested in really, but the details of your behavior he’s picked up aren’t really things he’s seen before, which makes it all the more compelling to him.

He’ll be completely enthralled regardless of what topic you start your explanation with. Food, language, media, trends… It doesn’t matter, everything is equally as fascinating and just incredibly beautiful to him. He’s just happy to learn, but especially the things that matter to you the most— Meaning your favorite dishes, shows, songs…

Gets especially excited to try out the food, and extra especially if it’s the kind of thing you used to eat often back home. A person’s favorite foods can give you quite the glimpse into their background, after all! …He’s not the best at dealing with anything significantly spicy however. Will still insist for you to not tone it down with the seasoning, he’s very adamant about wanting to get the “authentic experience”. Determined to power through and build as much spice tolerance as he needs to.

He’ll definitely have a fun time with movies and shows too, as well as watching live performances of your favorite artists. As usual, he has quite a lot to say about the beauty of everything, but as much as he genuinely enjoys those things, his focus will always be on the things that are the closest and more meaningful to you— Which means, he’ll want to learn korean since the first time you said a word in it to him. Even if it’s something like the name of a dish or a place in Korea. Actually starts studying it pretty hard, planning to one day leave as many loving notes for you as he can write.

𐙚 Idia Shroud

Idia isn’t very interested in what's considered trendy anywhere, at any given moment. He does actually know quite a lot about what’s currently popular, but really just because he spends so much time online. His curiosity is a lot more based on wanting to know more about you, and the things you like and are part of your culture. He’d feel the same even if none of it was known by people who weren’t a part of it.

Surprises you by actually managing to name most makeup products correctly. Even though he insists he doesn’t watch these kinds of videos, not that there’s anything wrong with them — but when it comes to skincare, it’s a whole other story. Mentions he’s always wondered what ”the stuff in the dropper bottles” actually do, may question you on the importance of moisturizing after washing your face. He’ll let you do makeup on him if you want though. But only if you’re not going outside that day.

Definitely the type who would eat up k-pop immediately. You don’t need to tell him the names of your favorite idols more than once for him to remember, a lot of the music really caters to his tastes. He’ll have to mostly rely on you for updates, since your phone is the only one where the related apps actually work, but he may or may not be trying to get them to run on his.

Because of how much he gets into the music, he actually ends up being pretty curious about the language too. He wants to be able to sing along to his new fave’s songs accurately, after all— And you did also mention webtoons and manhwa, which also undoubtedly ended up with him binge reading a bunch and not wanting to wait for translations. If you can teach him anything, or even just point him to good sources, you may just get to witness just how fast of a learner he truly is.

(Besides, he does like the idea of being able to speak to you in a language that other people around you wouldn’t understand, kinda like a secret code — it makes him feel closer to you, he really wants to be able to do that one day.)

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[detectivestucks2]

Toji as Your Stalker

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you while working and quickly becomes obsessed with the wife of his hit job. Once the dust of the murder trial settles, he comes back to take his prize

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, unprotected sex, facial, murder, funeral

Word Count: 2.4k

Your stalker, Toji, who meets you on a job. He was hired to kill your husband, but found you far more interesting than some adulterous jerk he had to kill.

Your stalker, Toji, who hates the man you married. He doesn’t appreciate what he has, always going to clubs and paying for women when the idiot has a diamond back home. What if he infects you with something he catches from his whore’s? Toji’s brain spins with worry. 

Your stalker, Toji, kills many people as a sell-sword. Some of them bad, some of them good, some of them children, all of them because some rich scum needs them removed. He didn’t particularly love his occupation, but it kept him rich and he was good at it. This time though, he definitely enjoyed his job. An excuse to watch you and a payment to knock out his competition. Toji’s never been more lucky.

Your stalker, Toji, who follows you around far more than he follows your husband. He already knows his strategy for killing him, but he doesn’t know what you love. He knows what you don’t like, your husband, but what are your interests and hobbies? Who are your friends? What do you look like under those clothes?

Your stalker, Toji, who learns all those things, making appearances here and there. One day he walks up behind you in a book store. You're searching for a title you saw online when his hulking chest rubs up against the back of your head. “S’cuse me.” he grunts as he reaches for a book on the shelf. 

Your eyes widen as you realize how tall the man is. His firm muscles press up against your back with a hand casually placed on your hip. You feel you could get lost in a hug from this stranger and with one glance at his compression shirt, stretched out from his herculean figure, you want to.

Your stalker, Toji, who started popping up everywhere. Where there had once been attraction, there is now fear. The more places he appears, the greater that terror grows. You tell your husband about it but he scoffs, saying you have an overactive imagination. You insist that he should beef up the home security system but he doesn’t, claiming you’re just trying to get his attention. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches the exchange through the window, amazed that this POS has the nerve to call himself a husband. You are by far the most important person in his life, so why does your husband not feel the same way. It doesn’t matter though, he won’t be around much longer, and when he’s gone…that’s when Toji will strike. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches from the shadows during your husband’s funeral. He sees you staring at the casket, unsure whether to be sad or relieved. The man didn’t love you. It was an arranged marriage. He was barely kind to you, but he was your husband and he had been murdered. 

You stand there, face perplexed when you realize there is a flower on the casket that was not added by any of the mourners. It is a snapdragon; your favorite. So how did it end up here? 

Your eyes dart around the graveyard at all the guests, searching for the person who brought snapdragons but no one has any blooms that match the one in question. 

Your stalker, Toji, who makes an appearance as the rest of the crowd leaves. He stands behind your shoulder as a singular tear leaks out from your eye. You may not have loved him, but without him you are alone in the world. You will be able to live off of his money for a year, but after that, the life you once knew will be gone.  

Your stalker, Toji, whose footsteps take you by surprise when he steps forward to look down on your husband in his grave. He gives the ghost a glare before looking up and turning to you. Your eyes widen like a doe, alone with the man who’s been following you for weeks. The fear for your safety makes you tremble, especially when your eyes pan down to his hands, his very large hands, and you see a bouquet of snapdragons clutched between his fingers. 

Your stalker, Toji, who walks over to you, reaching you in just a few strides, even as you step back. With a hint of a smile he presses the flowers into your hands before walking away. 

You stand there, shaking in your solitary, you know this isn’t over. This is far from over. 

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears from your life as quickly as he entered it. Your head remains on a swivel cause you know you’re not wrong about your gut feeling at your husband’s funeral. The man has targeted you, a lone widow, and part of you believes he’s the one who created your new marital status. As crazy as it sounds, you know you’re not wrong.

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears for months, missing the entirety of your husband’s murder investigation. You’re acquitted of all charges due to the violent nature of the murder. There is no way you are capable of such strength, but you know who is. You are certain it’s him and the thought makes you tremble. What if you’re next? What’s to stop him from coming back to finish you off? Your thoughts spiral with worry but you don’t dare say a thing to the police because you’re afraid of just that, him finishing the job. The blame for the murder is eventually shifted to a gang your husband was secretly a part of. They uncovered his favorite brothel was a front to launder money for a gang comprised of violent offenders. They attributed his death to a deal gone wrong and the case was closed.

Your stalker, Toji, who let himself into your kitchen ten months after your husband’s death, ready to steal his prize. Oblivious to his presence, you came down for a late night cup of tea. Turning on the light over the stove, filling your kettle and setting the burner on high, you wait, zoning out on the floor as you hear the water roar into a boil. Once the kettle sings your hands motion to pour the steaming water on autopilot, not noticing the water flowing over the brim of your mug.

“Careful now, that’s hot.”

Your stalker, Toji, who steps out of the shadows and makes his presence known startling you so severely that you drop the kettle, sending hot water all over the kitchen floor and splashing on your legs. You wince from the pain of the fresh burns when the mammoth of a man stoops down to assess your skin. “Silly girl, who taught you to be so careless.” he mutters more to himself than you. 

You’re frozen in fear, unsure if you should run or do whatever he says. Maybe he’ll make it quick. Maybe it won’t hurt. But then you see him get up and grab a kitchen rag, wet it, and press it against your seared flesh.  

Your stalker, Toji, who feels the shiver that rocked your body and looks up at your surprise-struck face. “What?”

You blink a few more times before you whisper, “Are you going to kill me too?”

“Of course not.” He grunts and stands up to his full height, his finger hooking under your chin. Another shiver shakes your bones and his opposite arm circles your waist, pulling you into his body heat. “Your husband was a bad man, a greedy man, an idiot who thought he could show you off like a prize and then shove you away while he fucked his whores.”

You suck in a breath, hurt by the truth of his words but anticipating where he was going. 

“Yes, you should be shown off like a prize, but you should also be fucked like a whore.” His fingertips graze your cheek and rest in your hairline, his palm hiding the side of your face. “The dumb shit didn’t know how to fuck you, but I do. I don’t care that you’re a lady out there. In here, you’re my little slut, and my little slut is coming upstairs with me now.”

Your stalker, Toji, who sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style up the stairs to your bedroom door. He kicks it open and repositions you so that you’re straddling his stomach, ankles locked behind his back as he heavily kisses you, panting from want. “Fuck, you taste so good.” he growls, parting from your mouth. He sits down on the side of your bed, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your pajama top. “Mind if I taste these too?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. A moment ago you thought he was going to kill you, now you’re making out with him on your bed. What has gone rotten in your brain that you’re suddenly desiring this man with every bone in your body? 

With parted lips you nod yes. Toji grabs two fistfuls of your weighty chest and begins to feast, switching back and forth between each peak, melting your mind into a puddle of need.

Your stalker, Toji, who is making you wet between your legs, your pelvis absentmindedly grinding into his lap while he focuses his attention on your tits. You’re supposed to be more ladylike than this; you’re supposed to be scared. Yet neither of those things are true. You desire him more than you ever desired your husband. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted anyone this much in your entire life. 

“My, my, aren’t we anxious. Hmm? You need me to stuff you full?”

It was so lewd but you can’t help the dribble of drool that forms in the corner of your mouth thinking about how it’d feel to have sex again. It’d been so long since you laid with a man and even longer since you actually enjoyed it. You stopped sleeping with your husband when he started fucking prostitutes, and doing the deed with him was never enjoyable. You guess that’s why he had to start paying someone, so they’d pretend to enjoy it. 

Yet here in the dark, you have a beast of a man ready to tear you apart like you’re a virgin and you might as well be, given how long it’s been. 

Your stalker, Toji, who flips you onto the bed. Your back lay against the sheets and he steals off the satin bottoms of your pajama set. As he rubs his massive length against your folds, spreading your slick along the entirety of your sex you begin to panic, remembering just who this man is and regretting your choice. Suddenly wanting escape, you try to sit up and push him away but he slams you back down, pinning you against the bed with his forearm. “Too late to turn back now, pretty.” 

His cockhead slips into your slit and he thrusts with an angry strength, hitting your back wall and causing you to choke on the air in your throat. Toji pulls out and fucks into you again, just as hard as before, making you wince and once more attempt to push him off of you. 

“No.” he sneers, “Take it like a good slut. Fuck your husband’s killer.”

The widening of your eyes unleashes an animal within his mind and his hips run away at full speed, snapping into you as if you were a seasoned slut when in actuality you were holding on for dear life, screaming from discomfort. 

Your stalker, Toji, who bears down on your neck with one hand and pulls on your hair with the other, fucks into you till you give in. You can’t deny the gorgeous madman any longer. Your fear turning into shameful lust, your body starts to welcome his intrusion, producing so much slick that you squelch around him with every thrust. 

Your stalker, Toji, who throws your body around the bed like a paper doll. From one position to the next, you lose your balance and never know where to grip. Your hands claw at him and then the at the sheets, looking for anything to hold you steady. 

Eventually, he rolls you onto your knees, pulling on you at your hips, and slamming into you at a jarring pace. Your fingers grip small chunks of your comforter while his hips jackhammer away at your back, his large and heavy palm slaps at your round behind like he hates you with every fiber of his being.

Your stalker, Toji, who has you crying from the intensity of his bedroom activities. You’re overwhelmed and at a loss of control. You’ve came more times than you can count and just want him to have mercy on you. But he doesn’t. “Over a year,” he snarls into your neck, landing another blow on your backside. “Over a year of waiting. You’re not going to reject me, and you’re not going to run from me. I’m here permanently sweetie, and no one will touch what’s mine.”

Your stalker, Toji, who presses both hands on the small of your back, pushing you down into the mattress, making you scream from the angle. “And when I say ‘no one’ sweetie, that includes you. You will not touch yourself. Only I can touch your pretty little body. Only I can bring you to orgasm, understand?” He punctuates his question with an extremely heavy spank against your ass causing you to shout ‘yes!’

Your stalker, Toji, who loses all control from the sound of your submission and pushes you down before yanking you back to the floor. He pulls you to your knees by your hair and cocks your neck back, fucking his fist till spirts of seed fly out, coating your face. 

You close your eyes trying to avoid the sting but he rubs his cum into your skin, leaning down so his breath cools your wet cheek. 

“Who do you belong to?” he whispers

“I belong to you now.”

“That’s right. And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir.”

“Do you touch yourself?”

“No, sir, just you.”

“Good slut.”

Your stalker, Toji, who moves you out of your ex husband’s house and into his, allowing you to maintain the lavish lifestyle you knew under your dearly departed, using his blood money. Each night when he comes home you wait on your knees by the door and when he’s ready, he ravishes you like the whore he promised. 

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts each night, hips plowing into yours

“You, sir!” you scream in marital bliss

“And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir”

“Good slut… or should I say, wife.”

Masterlist

[evillama666]

“Shut up and listen to the music”

“Shut up and listen to the music”

Logan Howlett x reader

He’s old. I have no doubts that he’s heard a lot of different fucking music. He’s the kind of guy to listen to ‘Dad music’. That’s the same music I listen to… Anyway the same with art, I think music would also be therapeutic for him. He also totally knows how to play guitar along with some other instruments (:

Summary: Cuddling and listening to music together

Tags: Well obviously cuddling… Fluff, just chillin’, rock music specifically mentioned 

Word count: 4143

Oh look... Another man I want to look like

Those fucking arms!

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“Wow. An authentic eighties record player.” You say, looking at the record player in the corner of his room. It looks nice. Like it's brand new. He must have taken well care of it- “It’s not. I bought it last year.” He chimes in, leaning over your shoulder. Ok, well now that makes sense why it looks new. He invited you over to listen to music. He’s heard a lot, and lived through a lot of different music genres and eras. Of course, he’s still always being introduced to something new. Music is never ending. He isn’t a fan of the modern pop and rap the teenagers at the mansion have made him listen to. However, modern rock he’ll die for. He listens to a wide range of music, but rock is his go to. This man has also listened to a lot of old country music before and some ‘biker’ music. He likes bands like early Metallica and Black Sabbath. He’s personally met Ozzy Osbourne. I just know it.

Tonight he’s letting you pick the music. Anything you like. He’s got a lot of records. They're all well taken care of just… Some look a lot older than others. They're faded and have that yellow tint to it that happens to paper. “If this is new, why are some of these records so old?” You ask, carefully flipping through them. “I had to replace the player. I've had records for a long damn time.” That you can see. They seem to be one of his only possessions he’s had throughout his life. You pick up a Mötley Crüe record. The edges are a little worn, but it’s relatively nice looking.

“Seen them live.” He says casually as you set up the record. He’s the kinda dude that’s basically seen every band ever live. He can’t name all the concerts he’s been to off the top of his head, but if one of their songs comes on, he’ll go ‘Oh, I've seen them live.' (My mum does that all the time with metal bands lol) “Did you ever do your hair like them?” You tease while setting the record on the player.

“Yeah.” He says with a simple shrug as he heads to the bed. He pats the spot next to him and you immediately follow. You settle down next to him, resting your head on his chest. “Those cool music dads ain’t got shit on you.” That gets a low laugh from Logan, making his chest rumble. He wants a nice, chill night. The work of an X-man is stressful, y’know? So there’s going to be lots of cuddles! He wraps his arm around you, holding you close to his side.

Music with heightened senses is definitely different, especially live music. He can hear every little breath of the singer, their footsteps on stage, every beat of the drum, or each string strummed on the guitar. But what he really likes when listening to music? The way your heart syncs up with the music. It’s one reason he invited you over. He loves the way your heart sounds. He’s learned the way your heartbeat calms when you cuddle with him, or the way it speeds up when you're rambling. If he’s overwhelmed, he focuses on the sound of your heartbeat as a way to calm himself.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you settle on his chest. You’re only half focusing on whatever song is playing. How could you focus when the hottest man ever is snuggled with you? However he looks so tired right now. “Long day?” His eyes are heavy and he responds quietly. “Always.” You rub his cheek with your thumb as a way to show your sympathy. “So that’s why you wanted cuddles?” He simply nods, closing his eyes, focusing on the music playing. Well, time to show this man some love.

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. He opens his eyes in surprise. Then he gets another kiss to the face, then another… and another. He’s surprised for a second before relaxing. He knows there’s no fighting this. But you're not getting away with this without a few kisses in return. He grabs your chin to make you still, then reciprocates a kiss on the lips. He smiles as he watches the heat rise to your cheeks. “Ya picked good music.”

You take a second to actually listen to what you picked. You can’t help but sound a little cocky. “Of course I did.” Logan smirks at your cocky tone. Seems like some of him is rubbing off on you. He pats your head affectionately, too tired for a real response. A few songs pass before you decide to pull the blanket over the two of you. He loves when you spend the night because your scent lingers in his bed for a few days. “Ya shouldn't have done that.”  The hell is he talking about? You two cuddle under a blanket all the time... The look of confusion is evident on your face. “Done what? Grabbed a blanket?” Your look of confusion amuses him.

“Nah. Got all cozy. Ya gonna have to flip the record after this song.” You silently kick yourself. You completely forgot you've got to flip records and replace them. Why didn't you just listen to Spotify? That’s more ideal for cuddling. But no, you had to have the ‘experience’, huh? You sigh, dreading the end of the song. Why did it have to end as soon as you got cozy? The universe is definitely against you. “Why can’t you just do it?” You whine. 

He shakes his head in amusement, a small smirk on his lips. “You picked the record. Gotta flip it.” You huff as you wait for the end of the song. Then you stay in bed for a minute after it ends before dragging yourself out of bed. Out of that perfectly warm bed, with a nice soft warm fuzzy blanket, and a handsome man. Yep, the universe is definitely against you for that one. You go over to the record player, silently cursing it, before flipping the record. You can’t even enjoy the music as it plays. It just had to ruin the moment.

But your scowl relaxes as you see Logan tiredly waiting for you to snuggle backup with him. Ok, maybe having to flip the record wasn't so bad. You did get to see Logan impatiently waiting for you to come back. You crawl back into bed; it feels colder now, and find your position on his chest. “You can pick the next record.” He can hear the lingering annoyance in your voice. “So I have to flip it?”

“So you have to flip it.” You repeat as confirmation. You’ve got at least half an hour before the record stops. And you want to hear Logan play at least one record. He said you can pick tonight’s music, so it’s stuff you like, but you also want to hear something he likes. Though all the records he owns he likes. There’s not much conversation between you two. First, he’s usually quiet. Second, he’s tired. And you both agreed for a much needed relaxation night. But to make up for the lack of words, there are lots of little touches, some kisses, and lots of cuddling. Sure, he’s not doing much since he’s tired, but you can tell he appreciates your love by the small lazy smile on his lips.

It feels too soon when Mötley Crüe dies out. At least it’s not you getting out of the bed this time, but you still don’t like his absence. And to make it worse? He’s taking his sweet fucking time picking out the next record to put on. After what feels like eternity, he finally picks a record. You don’t recognize it. It sounds old, it’s got that staticky sound to it. There aren’t any vocals, purely instrumental. It’s an acoustic guitar with something soft in the back. “What is this?” You ask as he slides under the covers with you. His voice is soft, relaxed. “I dunno. I don’t remember ever getting it. But I must have liked it. I’ve played it a couple times before. I thought it’d be a good way to relax.”

“You know, I've heard music holds memories. Sometimes Alzheimer's patients remember something when listening to certain music. Or they remember feeling a certain way…” Your voice is equally soft as his. He finds your little antidote interesting. He thinks for a moment before speaking. “I remember… always feeling calm listening to this.” A small ‘awww,’ leaves your lips. You can feel your heart soften. “I could search the record up for you.”

“No.” He answers immediately. Then his voice softens again. “I don’t want to know. I just want to enjoy the feeling it brings me.” Could this man get any sweeter? You nod, not wanting to ruin anything for him. It’s not like a lot brings him comfort in this world. If this record does, you don’t want to ruin it. “It’s nice.” You respond, closing your eyes to focus on the song. Logan can tell how tranquil you feel. Your heartbeat has slowed. 

When the song eventually ends, you open your eyes to find Logan looking up at the ceiling in thought. You’re a little cautious. “What if you learned how to play that song?” You’re not sure how he’d feel about that, since he was adamant about not wanting to know anything about this record. What if actually learning the song brought up memories? However, his eyes soften in thought. It’d be a nice new memory to create. He doesn't say anything, though. He’s not sure, but he hasn't decided against it yet. 

“Does it have another side?” You say, glancing at the record player. “It does.” He responds simply. You’re still a little cautious. You’re attempting to keep your voice extra soft. “Are you… going to play it?” No answer. A minute of silence goes by before you quietly speak up again. “I… I’d like to hear it.” That finally seems to draw him out of his thoughts. He looks at you before sliding out of bed to flip the record. He looks like he’s still distracted, but he also looks very calm. His movements are nice and relaxed.

He crawls back into bed with you. He’s actually letting himself enjoy a moment. That’s rare. But enjoying this moment with you here is even better. This is the calmest you’ve ever seen him. He mentioned once, another time, you two were listening to music, that he can hear your heartbeat sync up with the music. You found that so interesting, and he even explained the science behind it. So, wanting to hear how his heart is, you lay your ear to his chest. It’s low and steady, but strong enough to feel against your ear. 

He can tell what you're trying to do. It’s a little difficult without heightened hearing, huh? He doesn’t mind, though. He likes when you lay on his chest. He reaches his hand out, messing with your hair. His eyes are holding such gentleness. This song did this to him? Well, you and this song did this to him. Who knew music could have such a deep emotional effect on someone? You can’t help but wonder what this song was like for him in the past. What caused him to feel so calm because of it. It must have been something good, even if he can't remember. Maybe that’s why he likes music so much.

You listen to the last bit of the song before it fades out. You wish there was more to it. His voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “You pick next.” His voice has its gruffness back to it, but it’s still relatively soft. You go over to his collection of records, looking for something that might be relaxing since that seems to be the mood right now. Then you find a particularly worn out case. The edges are crumpled, the image is very faded, you can barely make out the words, and it’s got a certain smell to it. 

Well, let’s try this one. You very carefully put away the one that just finished, not wanting to damage it at all. Logan’s head perks up when he recognises what’s playing. Something old he doesn't remember specifically. “I told you to pick songs you like.” You shrug as you make your way back over to the bed. “I also want to listen to things you like. And who says I don’t like it?” A small laugh escapes his lips. You're already cuddled back against his side. “It’s like eighty years before your time, kid.” 

Ok, fair enough. It probably doesn't even exist on Spotify, but that doesn't mean you don’t already like it. Actually, it’s barely played yet, but you like that Logan likes it. “Well… I didn't think any of the rock bands I like to listen to are nice to relax too, and that’s kinda the mood that's going on here.” He can’t fight with that logic. “I like this one. I don’t listen to it as much as the others, but I like it.” The song currently playing is piano, still no vocals. It’s a bit hard to hear over the static, but still nice. 

“Do you like Mozart or Beethoven? Have you ever met them?” You’re always poking fun at his age, but seriously now? He makes a face before cracking a small smile. “I think that’s a bit before my time, but I have listened to them. A bit too dramatic for my tastes.” Your focus shifts to the current music playing. It’s very soft. You can see where he’s coming from. You close your eyes, so you can really focus, and he pulls you closer. You gotta admit, the song is pretty, but it’s a little annoying trying to fight to hear it over the static. Really makes you think about how times have changed, huh?

Logan is feeling softer now, getting more cuddly. Now that you know the power music holds over him, you're totally going to use it to your advantage. You want cuddles, but he’s not in the mood? Pop on this record. He won’t speak? Pop on this record. Brooding? Fight? Need him to relax? Find an old record.

He pulls you flush to his chest. He pushes his nose into your hair so it’s the only scent he can smell. He doesn't need to be picking up on the scent of whatever's in the microwave downstairs right now. You wrap one arm around his neck, your other hand lightly ruffling his hair. So soft… You notice he’s gotten some more grey hairs. First off hot, but ageing doesn't really affect him, so it’s not from that but more from stress. Why can’t you just take away all this man’s stress? Well, cuddles seem to do a damn fine job with that, but not entirely. But it’s all you can really do right now.

You’re now lightly scratching his scalp. This man loves when his hair is played with, but only when it’s you. It’s like it melts all his thoughts. That’s what he needs. “Thank you, baby.” He mumbles into your hair. “For what? Coming over? Cuddles?” You ask, not sure what he’s thanking you for.

No answer.

Not like it’s all that important, though. He thanked you so you can tell he’s comfortable. This record is much longer than the last one. The last one only had one song on each side. You still wish there was more. For Logan, so he had more to listen to. It’d be nice if you could find more music by whatever artist that was, but you swore to yourself not to look up anything related to that record. You don’t want to ruin it for Logan. It was clear it carries sentimental value.

The soothing music is nice. Too nice. You're dozing off, but you're fighting it. You were supposed to have a whole night of this! You two have only played three records! He can feel you fighting it, though. “Just go to sleep if you're tired, dumbass.” You are literally so comfortable right now. It’s tempting. The warm bed, soft blanket, Logan’s embrace. It's all tempting. “But we were supposed to make a night of this.” You protest.

“We can continue it in the morning. Just go to fucking sleep if ya tired.” At Least he's being understanding… Kinda. You know you will not win this. You’ve fought him in the past and never won. He’d hold you close to his chest until you fell asleep. “I don’t wanna.” Logan’s brows raise at your tone. You sounded like a whiny little bi- kid. “You wanted to have a relaxing night, so let’s have a relaxing night. We can’t make a night of this if it’s morning. I thought tha-”

“Then just shut up and listen to the music.” He cuts you off before you can keep rambling. His voice came out a bit harsher than expected. He always listens to you ramble. Just tonight, he’s not in the mood. How can he relax with you yammering? So you fall quiet. But to make up for being quiet, you rub his cheek while peppering his face with kisses. That got his mood to cheer up. He doesn't even fight the small smile tugging on his lips. He sinks down in the pillows behind him and lets you do whatever the hell you want to him. His hand is idly stroking your back..

This is a good way to fight falling asleep, having something to do, and he seems to enjoy it. His lips find your neck and trail a few kisses down to your shoulder. His beard scratches your neck, but his soft lips make up for it. He can tell by the way you squirmed it tickled, so he rubs his cheek against your shoulder. Does this man realize how cute he is? A small giggle leaves your lips. That’s what he wanted. Now he’s satisfied. Your laughs are one of his favourite sounds.

He knows the record is going to end soon. He’s memorised how long each and every single one is, so he’s pulling you close before one of you inevitably has to pick another one. You, however, are blatantly unaware that the last song is about to end. Just as you’re leaning into his embrace, the room falls silent. “DAMNIT!” Your little outburst makes Logan chuckle. He lets you go so you can pick something else. “Actually, pick something you’ve listened to before.” You reluctantly nod while rolling your eyes and pulling yourself away.

Your music isn’t really something you can relax too. How does he not get that? You flip through the records. There’s actually a lot more that you recognize than you thought there would be. Then you grab ‘Queen’s greatest hits’. Not exactly calming music, but it’ll work. “Have you seen them live?” Logan glances at the record you picked to know who the hell you're referring to. Oh… That brought up some memories. “A few times, actually.” 

You replace the record, feeling more natural with setting them up. “Lucky. I wish I coulda seen them live.” Logan is reliving some memories right now. He seems to have a pleasant look on his face, though. “Wish I coulda met that man. He’s an inspiration.” (Logan is cannonly Bi. I think Freddie would mean a lot to him. He means a lot to me) “Same.” You say, resettling into the bed for like the eighth time. Bohemian Rhapsody is the first song playing. Such a classic.

Queen songs are a bit on the longer side, so you have more time to cuddle with Logan before the record needs flipped. That’s the only downside to this night, but you're growing used to it. When ‘Somebody to Love’ starts playing, Logan didn’t realize just how many feelings he would be hit with. That song connected to him on a personal level when he heard Freddie sing it live. Now he finally found somebody to love. It’s you. 

You’re not sure why Logan’s all cuddly all of a sudden, but are you going to complain? No. He’s rarely like this. I’m telling you, just play some old music if you want something out of him. Giving into Logan’s clingy side, you snuggle impossibly close to him. It’s perfect right now. It’s what you wanted and what he needs. He buries his face in your shoulder so you can’t read his face. “What are you doing?” You ask tiredly.

Still no answer. Why is he like this? You try to pull away so you can see his face, but his grip is too tight. Welp, you're not getting out of this one. With a sigh, you relax into his embrace. “Logan, after this one, put on something relaxing. I’m ready for bed.” He huffs in amusement. About damn time you admitted you were tired. He already knows exactly what to put on. He pulls you to his chest as you doze off. By the time the music ends, you’re half asleep. Logan gently pulls away, so he doesn’t wake you. You can faintly hear whatever he put on. He turns off the lights before he comes back, pulling you back to the spot on his chest. His favourite spot for you to lay.

You fell asleep already while Logan has not. He’s quietly watching you as you sleep while listening to the music in the background. The sight of you makes something in him stir. He tries pushing it down by going to sleep. It’s not like he can listen to those thoughts when he’s asleep, right?

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee and the sound of soft music. It takes you a second to actually process what’s going on. Logan’s room in the mansion is pretty small, so you can see him in the kitchen making coffee from the bed. He stirs your coffee before making his way across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing you the mug of coffee. “Mornin’ baby. I made you some coffee.” Something's off. This feels oddly domestic, and that’s not really Logan’s forté. “Thanks.” Taking a small sip, you're pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes. He must have remembered the way you take it. Actually, he memorised and practiced making it, but he’s not going to tell you that.

“Are we continuing music night?” He picked some gentle music as a nice way for you to wake up. “Thought we could.” He responds with a simple shrug. You take another sip of coffee. It’s way better than what you could have made. “More cuddles?”

“Yea, more cuddles. Just gonna put on a new record.” With that, he gets off the bed and chooses something new to put on. Then he comes back over, laying on his side of the bed. You chug down a bit of coffee before handing him the mug. Before you have time to ask, he's already putting it on the nightstand for you. He’s gotten used to this. Now that the mug is no longer in your hands, you settle down on his chest. It’s the perfect spot to lie. “We should make a day of this.” Logan leans back against the headboard, making sure you're comfortable. He hums in response. He could call Xavier, tell him he wants a day off, he deserves it, but why would he make anything easy for the old man? He’s just not going to show up. “Sounds good.”

You don’t give his answer a second thought. All you care about is cuddling with your man. You don’t get too much time together with him being an X-men and all. The coffee really didn’t do much, you could fall back to sleep. His presence just makes you feel so safe. He knows this. As you settle on his chest he lights up a cigar. Oh yea. He’s gonna be here for a while. He always uses a cigar to help relax.  

His chest rises, and he closes his eyes as he takes a deep puff, holding it for a second until he feels its effect. He blows the smoke out slowly, away from you. He waves his hand for any smoke that swirls around you. “You’ve got me to yourself for the whole day, peanut.” You snuggle closer so he can’t get up, even if he wanted to. “You’ve got lots of cuddling to catch up on.” A small smirk grazes his lips. Now that’s a punishment he can live with.

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Took me forever to finish because I hurt my wrist and all

[anonymously-a-whore-blog]

Be my cure

summary : Megumi always watches you from a distance and little does he know, you watch him too

Megumi x gn/Reader Warnings - fluff core Word Count 772

A/n - hey this just popped into my mind and I needed to write something other than the series I'm working on. Just something short and sweet

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Megumi never understood why his pulse quickened and his palms grew clammy whenever you were near. At first, he assumed he was coming down with something, maybe eating Yuji's cooking wasn't the best idea. But then he started noticing it more.

He would catch himself staring at you whenever you walked into a room; laughing with Yuji and Nobara, training with Gojo, or simply existing in his space. His eyes lingered longer than they should. The way your hair swayed in the wind. The dimples that deepened when you smiled. The shimmer in your eyes when you looked up at him.

And that's when it hit him.

This wasn't just some passing reaction. It was you. 

You were the reason his heart pounded in his chest. The cause of his breath hitching. The reason he had to stop himself from grinning like an idiot whenever you made a sly comment. His body reacted instinctively, wanting to pull you close, to hold you. His lips tingled with the temptation to kiss you.

Megumi had never been good at dealing with emotions, never knew how to, and up until now, never wanted to. But in this moment, alone with you, watching the sun dip into a breath taking swirl of orange and red, he feels it all.

You had asked for extra training, and with Gojo away, you turned to him.

"Thanks again Megs. I hope it wasn't a bother," you sigh, swiping away the lingering sweat on your forehead.

"No... it's okay. I don't mind," Megumi says, his voice so soft and low that you barely notice he replied at all. You both sat in comfortable silence, listening to the birds sing themselves to sleep, the rustling of leaves drifting across the ground, and the quiet, steady breaths you both let out.

"You know," you pause, letting the air carry your voice, "we never hang out. Just the two of us."

You turn to face him, taking in every detail. The way his brows knit together, the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he fights a smile, the faint hitch in his breath when he realizes you're watching him. If you didn't know better, you'd see Megumi as unreadable, too stoic to show emotion. But you do know better.

Ever since you met him, you’ve studied his movements, learned his tells. And after these past few months, you’ve come to a conclusion that Megumi has a soft spot for you.

You noticed how he would take the longer route just so you’d pass by the shops you always talked about. How he made sure you had eaten that day, and if you hadn’t, he’d casually suggest to Gojo that you all should go out, to your favourite restaurant, no less. Or how his hand would linger on yours just a little longer than usual when he passes you something.

And if you were being honest…

You had a soft spot for him too.

"We are now," he says nonchalantly, but the heat creeping up his neck betrays him.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle softly, letting your gaze stay on him for a moment before turning back to the sunset. "It’s peaceful here." You close your eyes, inhaling deeply as the cool evening air fills your lungs.

Megumi stares.

An overwhelming feeling rises in his chest, tightening his throat. He doesn’t understand how someone can be this beautiful. The sound of your voice. The colour of your eyes, shining brilliantly against your skin. Even the way you say his name.

In a world full of pain and despair, he can’t fathom how someone as pure as you ended up tangled in it all, let alone how he was lucky enough to have met you.

"It is," he replies softly, though his eyes remain fixed on you. Seconds pass, each one stretching longer as Megumi tries to gather the courage to say something—anything. 

"We should…" He curses himself internally. Normally, he knows what to say, what to do. But you make his mind swirl. "Hang out, I mean," he finally stumbles over his words, and the sight of your smile only makes his heart race faster.

You turn to face him again, eyes beaming. "You’re really cute when you’re nervous."

The warmth brewing at his neck rushes up to his face, flooding all the way to the tips of his ears.

You gently graze your fingers against his, letting the moment settle between you—hearts pounding, heads spinning.

And then, finally, he does something he never lets himself do.

He grips your hand in his, holding onto the feeling, and allows himself to smile.

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it, only the quiet surrender of a boy hopelessly and completely in love.

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ahhhh i just love my megumi baby. such a sweet boy. anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

[piracytheorist]

Twilight Eyes Project: "Secure a Wife" (part 1)

Previous episode analysis here

Unsurprisingly, as the very first scene of the episode is Twilight deciding that Franky isn't eligible for the wife role, we get Twilight eyes.

And as mentioned before, it's with certain expressions still visible through them.

We continue to closed Twilight eyes.

Eyebrows are still furrowed down towards his nose. That's usually a big telltale.

Continuing with more Twilight eyes.

I might not need to actually catalogue every single time we see his eyes. But those scenes were purely business as usual, with only Anya and Franky present. It makes sense why he wouldn't use "Loid eyes" or reveal his real face with Franky... but it's interesting how he doesn't use "Loid eyes" for Anya either. In his mind, being "neutral" like that works, so he doesn't bother putting more effort to make himself look more approachable to Anya. Little does he know why Anya already trusts him 😆

Then, we're onto the boutique scene. He looks at Anya with neutral Twilight eyes, wondering where she learns words like "getting trafficked",

and then, investigative eyes as he considers his options around the boutique.

After he rejects two possibilities and considers it will take a long time to find an ideal fake wife, in the manga we're still on investigative eyes looking to the front, but in the anime it's Twilight eyes looking to the side (where the shop owner was, as his attention was on her).

I believe this was done in order to emphasize on the animation of his face as he reacts to Yor's sudden presence behind him. The manga goes from the expression above to an immediate jolt. The anime allows him a small reaction of "wait what's that" before he also jolts.

And just who is that woman that sneaked up on him? Time for work! Thus, focused Twilight eyes.

Another difference: when the memory of Yor's picture pops in his mind, the eye we see in the manga is open, while in the anime they're both closed (in concentration). A deliberate change?

His eyes open right after, outside the "memory effect", as he looks back at Yor and inner-monologues about Yor's situation.

In the manga, he seems to turn a little back so he stands by her side, though pretending to not be looking at her. (at first he was leaning his side on the counter, so Yor came up right behind him. Now he's turned to lean his back on the counter, and I assume he did so he could check out who she was)

In the anime, he keeps his back turned on her. Still, in the manga he looks to his other side, away from Yor, as he berates himself for not noticing her immediately.

After all, Yor is supposed to be an everyday citizen, working a casual job at city hall, right? Why would she be able to sneak up on him? Must be his fault.

Anyway, the positioning is a little different here, though both cases seem to make Yor noticing his gaze make more sense. In the manga, if he turned around so he could keep her in his periphery, it would be noticed by her. In the anime, him looking over his shoulder at her is quite distinct.

Yor confronts him about his stare, and he swings a chance, telling her he thinks she's pretty. Yor reacts positively (albeit not in the way he'd expect from a honey pot target), and... though he activates Loid voice, his eyes are more expressive of his surprise at her reaction than anything else.

To be fair, her reaction was unexpected, so he probably wasn't sure whether the welcoming, over-willing "Loid eyes" would be appropriate. I just like that it threw him off, haha.

The anime treats us to another view of his face as he looks at her, having no idea she's about to ask him to be her pretend boyfriend and thus make all his plans fit into place.

Hi pot, meet kettle!

Twilight eyes as he considers asking Yor to play the wife role, then grows doubts about it. Kind of a miss for the anime to not have him say that he had doubts because he thought that Yor being so intuitive might become a hurdle.

Anya puts her plan to motion, Yor asks about the wife, and we get our first Loid eyes of the chapter/episode.

His backstory is already established (even though Franky called him a divorcee in the beginning, was that a translation error?) so he doesn't need "work" eyes, and said wife never actually existed so there's no emotions tied to her, so no excuse for "real eyes". But he gotta look approachable to Yor. He's but a mere single father, trying to do his best for his daughter that he definitely knows longer than a week, see!

I don't claim to be an expert in this analysis, so half the reasons I share these posts is so that more people can chime in. I don't think those below are "Twilight eyes", while Yor explains her situation.

They look more neutral than anything else. Definitely focused, but more relaxed since, curiously enough, Yor seems to be setting a very fruitful foundation for his plan. Almost too good to be true. If only he knew it will actually get even easier 😆

They do, however, turn into Twilight eyes as he undoubtedly goes like "That's it. That's my chance."

The next manga panel is too small to discern his reaction, but in the anime he immediately switches to Loid (?) eyes as he accepts Yor's request.

My question mark is there because "Loid eyes" make sense there, cause he's about to warm her up to his request, which is a far more complicated ordeal than hers. However, his eyes aren't as wide open as "Loid eyes" usually are. His smile reaches his eyes, making him look calmer - this is usually the telltale sign for "real eyes". But I think it's too early for him to show any honesty with Yor there. Maybe I'm overthinking it. There will be a lot of that down the line XD

Anyway! Twilight eyes as he explains his situation, and makes himself look like a very dedicated father who totally wants to honour the wishes of his late wife, who totally, 100% existed.

Narrowed, focused eyes. This is his one chance to get the ideal wife for the mission and the rest of his life. He can't pass it up.

And then, a complete change! Investigative eyes (aka extreme "Twilight eyes") in the manga... and Loid eyes in the anime!

I get the need for a change, though. The manga has a "shadow" over Twilight's face, suggesting that it focuses more on his inner thoughts - and planning - than what is being said. In the same manner, in the anime, the sound focus is on Twilight's thoughts, with his speaking voice being almost inaudible under the former. But! He's still trying to get Yor to trust him - he can't look shady like that. In reality, he does look at her with Loid eyes.

In a way, the manga gives us a more "inner" view, aimed at the audience. The anime shows us what the camera sees, aimed at the characters in-show.

Welcome to my blog. We overanalyze things here.

The supermarket cashier passes on a code to Twilight, and it's back to work with Twilight eyes.

Twilight realizes that his new side mission creates a hurdle to his meeting with Yor. The anime allows a second of animation to show him go from shock to Twilight eyes as he immediately puts a plan together.

(continued in part 2)

(anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[sitp-recs]

livvvv my rec goddess. i’ve recently developed an insatiable knack for draco doing little muggle things, like being obsessed with soap operas, or learning how to bake, or playing board games, or painting a house (??) etc etc. any recs as such perchance?? my eternal thanks x

Love this ask anon, “Draco in the Muggle world” can be such a fun trope! I tried to include a bit of everything but I feel like driving and cooking are very popular in fic, so there’s probably a lot of it here. I hope you enjoy these!

magic in the making by getawayfox (G, 2k)

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Market Saturdays by iota (M, 3k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love.

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Malfoy's interest is caught by a certain Muggle drug store item. (Hint: Flavoured Condoms)

To Make A Way by cavendishbutterfly (E, 5k)

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The Tapestry of Kinship by khalulu (T, 15k)

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Tuesday Nights by firethesound (E, 15k)

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Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

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Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)

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Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

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Zacharias Smith writes a tell-all about the D.A. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are not happy about it.

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There's a DJ on RareFM with a secret. Or: the one with all the ABBA in it.

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Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Running on Air by eleventy7 (T, 75k)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

[sashaisready]

Feel The Burn: Chapter 4

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Series Masterlist

Your casual situationship with notorious flirt Lance Tucker comes to a shocking head at a party, fortunately the mysterious stranger you meet that same night is more than happy to help take your mind off it.

Wordcount: Approx 2.4k

We're back! Hope you enjoy this one, it's really hotting up with Chris...As always reblogs and comments make my day, thanks for your support!

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A few days later you were whizzing around your apartment trying to clean up (why does the laundry pile never seem to get any smaller no matter how many loads you do?) when your phone vibrated.

Hey. It’s Chris. Just checking you didn’t give me a fake number…

You felt a wave of excitement run through you when you read the words, giggling aloud at his joke. You save the number in your phone and call it ‘Hot Chris’.

Who’s Chris? You fire back.

And then, feeling guilty, follow up almost immediately with:

Sorry. Bad joke. Yeah, it’s really me 😊

You see the little dots pop up that show he’s typing and stare intently at the screen, chewing your lip with anticipation.

Ha. Don’t do that to me, my little heart can’t take it.

You blush, your thumb hovering over the keypad as you do your best to summon your wittiest and most charming self.

Don’t tell me you’re a secret softie?

Nothing secret about it.

The giggles bubble up as you keep the exchange going. You feel like a schoolgirl, your feet practically kicking. You set up camp on the couch and the two of you continue the back and forth, talking about your day, how work was. Small talk doesn’t seem trivial with Chris, you find yourself genuinely interested in learning more about him.

You nearly leap out of your skin when your phone pulses in your hand, the words Hot Chris flashing up on the screen. Is he…calling you? Why is he calling you? Did he lean on his phone by mistake or something?

“H-hello?” you answer with caution, ready to laugh off the likely reveal that he’s somehow butt-dialled you.

“Hey,” comes the raspy yet soothing voice from the other end, “how’s it going?”

“Did…did you mean to call me?” you ask gingerly.

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh…it’s just we were texting; I didn’t know if you’d…”

“I did. I wanted to hear your voice,” he says casually. You realise that he has a habit of saying the boldest, most confident things you’ve ever heard like they’re nothing. You feel jealous of that self-assurance, it’s as if rejection simply isn’t something he factors in as a potential consequence. And if it is, so what? You couldn’t imagine moving through life with that kind of nonchalance.

“That’s sweet,” you shyly chirp back, your finger absent-mindedly trailing over the arm of the couch. “It’s nice to hear yours, too”.

“Well thanks,” he practically purrs, “look, I wondered if I could make good on my request. I really wanna take you out. There’s this cocktail bar uptown that looks nice, if you’re into that. You strike me as a ‘drink with an umbrella’ kinda girl…with your sweet tooth and all.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess I am. I like a bit of theatrics with my drink on occasion”.

“Good. I hear they do cocktails with dry ice and cotton candy and all sorts of crazy shit. More of a beer and whisky guy myself, but willing to give it a try, if you’re game?”

“Uh…sure, that sounds fun,” you grin widely, “when is good?”

“Friday night? Pick you up at 8?”

“Friday at 8 sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address”.

“Great, I look forward to it. See you then, angel”.

“Angel…?” you laugh good-naturedly.

“Yeah. Just trying it on for size. We can try out a few. Later, pookie…”

“Ooh. No, don’t like that one…” you grimace.

“Yeah, you’re right. How about…see you then, sugar?”.

“Better”.

“I’ll keep workshopping”.

“Alright, bye Chris…” you laugh.

“Bye bunny”.

You giggle again as you hang up, your face almost aching as you beam. It’s been a long time since you felt the rush of butterflies for someone the way you do now. You go back to your chores, smiling goofily yourself as you internally countdown to Friday.

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Friday arrives tortuously slowly. The days in-between are a slog of coffee grounds, fussy customers and cleaning spray. In the midst of it, Kat had invited you to the trivia night over at the Barrel & Horn next week, which you’d gladly accepted. Another thing to look forward to. You hadn’t seen much of her lately, although she’d been texting you to get all of the gossip on Chris.

The prospect of your date keeps you pushing through, you can deal with asshole customers and supply chain bullshit in order to enjoy a silly cocktail with the interesting new man in your life.

You never really did ‘dates’ with Lance, more late-night rendezvous or occasional bar hangs when you were both on the same nights out with Kat and Matt…always descending into stolen touches and whispered intentions, sneaking away early back to each other’s places (or on occasion, depending on how many drinks had been consumed, only getting as far as the bathroom). Sometimes he came by the café, but that was the extent of your interactions. You would’ve fallen off your chair in shock had he ever asked you out properly.

You did see him on a date once, at the tapas restaurant downtown. The nice one with the live music. Some time ago now. You were there with an old friend and spotted him across the room, snugly tucked into a booth with some gorgeous blonde who looked like she’d get a million likes for dancing on TikTok. He hadn’t noticed you, too enraptured by whatever she was telling him. Even with the distance you could see him turning on the old Tucker charm, making her giggle as he flashed her his pearly whites. You did your best to ignore the strange pang your felt in your gut, focusing your full attention on your friend as you traded old stories. Then the strangest thing happened when the check arrived, as your friend chatted with the server about her time in Spain you noticed the beautiful blonde get up and move across the restaurant, presumably to go to the bathroom. And then your phone buzzed.

You around later, Cupcake?

You looked over at him from across the restaurant, perplexed, expecting him to have seen you – sending you the text as some sort of taunt. But his eyes were down on his phone and his chin rested on his fist. If he’d noticed you, he made no effort to suggest it. Glancing back at your friend, who was too deep in her conversation to take offence to you sitting on your phone, you made the quick decision to reply.

Maybe. Why…where you at?

You snuck another look over at him, masking yourself with the drinks menu as you tried to blend in as much as you could. He might as well have been wearing a mask himself, his face gave nothing away.

Nowhere important. See you in about an hour?

And confusingly, he did. You’d split the bill once the Spain conversation died down, bid your friend farewell and taken off. As you left, you observed him and the blonde looking like they were on cloud nine. Lance had then arrived at your place almost twenty minutes after you’d got home. You didn’t bring up the restaurant or the date, it felt weird to do so. You didn’t want him to think you were spying, or that you cared about his dating life. If he got even a whiff of you seeming jealous you’d never live it down. The whole scenario had just brought you endless bewilderment, had he really blown off his date to come see you? Or had he just come over to you for a second helping after a quickie?

And why did he never take you out?

You’d never asked him. Maybe you were too afraid to hear the answer.

You finish up work early on Friday afternoon with Marina closing up the shop, hurrying back to your apartment to eat dinner and get ready. You feel the familiar flurry of butterflies as Chris texts you to check you’re still on for tonight, smiling goofily at your phone as you reply.

After a quick dinner you comb through everything in your wardrobe and eventually decide on a simple green dress, not too showy, but not too casual either. You take your time with your hair and make-up, doing it how you like it. You’re no beauty YouTuber, but you’ve learnt a little - or you try, at the very least.

You check the time, 7.55pm. Time had flown by as you got lost in mascara and powder. You rush around to slip your shoes on and grab your bag.

The doorbell chimes at exactly 8.00pm. Punctual, but you’d expect nothing less of him. You take a deep breath and open the door, finding him leaning against the frame. He grins as he admiringly looks you up and down.

“Evening, gorgeous”.

Eep.

He looks handsome, of course he does. His usual denim and leather replaced with a pair dark pants, a crisp white button-down shirt accentuates his broad shoulders. He’s wearing a woodsy cologne and it takes all of your willpower not to just lean over and bury your nose into his neck.

In short, he’s dangerously attractive. Living up to the Hot Chris moniker you gave him in your phone.

“Hey. You clean up nice,” you smile.

His nose scrunches adorably as he grins and takes your compliment, “you don’t look so bad yourself”.

He takes another lingering look at you as his eyes trace your form. You can’t help but feel exposed as he shamelessly gazes at you from head to toe, the weight of his desire slowly pulling you down…

…but you don’t hate it.

“Your place looks real nice…” he peers through the doorway into your apartment behind you. “Are you ready to go?” he asks as he extends his hand.

You nod, snapping out of your daze as you smile and take it. His hand is warm, his grip suggests he’s strong. He walks you out of your building and down to the street where a black dodge challenger is pulled up at the curb.

“Nice wheels”, you tell him.

“Thanks. Thought I’d give the bike a miss tonight, but maybe another time…this is my other baby.”

“She’s beautiful”.

“She sure is,” he responds, but he’s not looking at the car…

…he’s looking at you.

You feel your face flush as you instinctively lower your chin, embarrassed by his boldness. You’re not used to how open he is, how free he is with his words. You aren’t really used to anyone talking about you like that.

He opens the passenger seat door, and you slip in, grateful for the few seconds of respite to regain your composure. He appears in the driver’s seat a moment later, turning to you and smiling as he turns on the engine.

“You ready?”

Yes. Yes you are.

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The cocktail bar is buzzing with activity, the busy sounds of chatter and laughter mingling in the air as a steady hum of jazz rings through the speakers.

So far, you’ve had a cocktail garnished with sour gummies around the rim, and another with a chocolate teddy bear fused to the bottom of the glass with a salted caramel bonding. Chris tried one which had arrived in a cloud of dry ice (a lot of fuss for a drink, he had laughed) and another which was served, inexplicably, inside of a clamshell.

It was a lot of fun, the two of you had been enjoying how ostentatious each drink was when it was brought over to you. You’d both laughed as poor Chris tried to drink from the clam without pouring the entire thing over himself, revelling in each other’s company as you got to know each other better. You still felt quite nervous around him, but it was nice to chip away at some of his mystique.

“Thanks for coming,” he tells you as he sips from a showy old fashioned, “I’m having a great time”.

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” you reply shyly, “I’m having a great time, too”.

He places both hands on the table and leans over, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you look really beautiful, you know,” his eyes never leaving yours. “I mean you always are, but tonight…really, you are gorgeous”.

You feel yourself flush again, shifting uncomfortably in your chair as his stare disarms you. His attention is laser-focused, impossible to ignore. You seem to lose whatever little poise you have when he does this.

“Oh, stop…” you shrug.

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t do that,” he tells you sternly.

“Do what?” you look up at him bashfully.

“Brush off what I’m saying. You seem determined to wriggle out of any kind of praise or compliment. Please just take it, and believe I’m being sincere”, he chastises, “I told you. I will always be upfront with you. I don’t say things lightly. I get the impression you’re not used to hearing this kinda stuff, so you shrug it off and act like it’s no big deal. But I want you to believe what I tell you, really allow yourself to accept it. You’re this funny, beautiful woman who’s smart enough to run her own business and it’s about time you start believing that. Any guy would be lucky to be here with you tonight”.

You swallow, the tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. You know he’s right, as hard as it is for you to admit. You’ve always had a hard time accepting compliments, your self-esteem not allowing you to give yourself the kindness you deserve. You once read a quote that said you’d never think such mean things about your friends, so why would you think them about yourself? That had always stuck with you, but it was easier said than done to overhaul your entire thought process.

The way Chris seems to be able to read you is scary, but maybe it’s what you need. Someone to call you out on your shit, especially when it’s shit towards yourself.

“T-thank-you, Chris,” you managed to stammer as you looked up at him with a weak smile. You clamped your mouth shut and physically shook off the urge to do what you normally did. But there were no protests, no brushing off, just acknowledgement.

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards in approval, “a good start”, he told you with a wink as he sipped his drink.

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[thelovelywriteress]

➷ Hard-fist crush

▶︎ɪᴛᴏɴᴀ x ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Everyone would have seen you as some secret sister of Karma if wasn't for the distinct difference between you both.

He is cool and violent. You are annoyed and violent.

He punches people because he finds it cool. You punch people because they easily irritate you.

Class doubt they have ever see any other expression on your face except annoyance or angry.

Even though you're always have that scoff on your face, it wasn't a lie to say you got a pretty face. Many even conclude it as "waste for face like this."

When Itona finally join the class, you didn't care about him much. He joined the Terasaka gang and that was it. You see him as another student and someone else who you have to ensure.

It didn't take much time for Itona to learn about everyone in class, including you! He observed how boys compliment your looks and conclude how it oversee your violent behaviour too. Apparently your angry is got to be charm about you.

You and Itona didn't officially interact before one day you accidentally let your phone washed with your uniform. Now that your phone wasn't working, you need to spend god knows how on its repair. And you hate to spend your money on anything other than food.

As you were cursing yourself for being so careless, you come across Itona. Looks like he was checking some tools? Now like mention above you didn't officially interact before so you were kind of fighting yourself on whether you should go or not. Since you were in good mood you decide a casual hi wouldn't be much.

'What'cha doing? Looking at any other store to destroy?' Got to say you don't got best way to start conversation. Itona didn't react, heck he didn't even acknowledge your presence and it irked you. You was about to hit his head untill he finally said something to you too.

'You're that 'such a waste for pretty face', right?'

'Who?!'

Let's say Itona end up telling how Maehara and Okajima describe you and now you were planning all ways to hit them that they don't be able to ever walk again.

But again they weren't here right now and your phone was still not working. Sighing you ask him about any cheap mobile repairing shop. He does seems to be interested in these kinds of things, maybe he can give you lead?

Turns out he can't give you lead. HE IS LEAD. Bro specialise in mobile repairing too. Though you didn't trust him your phone, you reluctantly did give him your phone. Afterall he did seem type to be sure about its ability.

You decided to take him to a eating place. If he can repair your home, might repay him with food. You was munching on some food while his hand continue to do things with your phone.

You eyed him sometimes through repair process - unlike the times he wasn't part of your class his eyes look lot calmer now. On closer observation you notice his appearance; his hair look so white and soft. 'Are they soft too?' You subconsciously wonder.

"Here. It's done." You never realised you have been staring at him until Itona pulled his eyes towards you. You feel little embarrassed though you quickly hide it by checking your phone. Surprisingly it was working well.

"Wow. It's working so smoothly. Literally like a new one." This boy sure got good mechanic skills. He just nonchalant shrug and told he was just helping a classmate and munch on some food you order for him as payment. You did the same and it was silence for while.

"You aren't much violent like they describe you." He stated as you give him a werid look. Was he observing you? You started to feel little self-conscious but you quickly brushed it off. "What you interested to know about me?" You give a slight smirk,"Lots of guys in class are." Oh. "Since you're beast in beauty's body." What?

For next few moments you heard come information from Itona about how boys see you. "That fucking piece of shits- Maehara and Okajima!" You clutch your fist viens popping out. As Itona just keep munching on the food you gave him in exchange of information. He didn't seem to have any remorse for guys he sell out.

"Waste for a face like mine, huh?" You said in a low tone as you sat down. You were aware of the fact how much fist-lover you was but still it stings a bit how guys things about this and even disscus it in front of new guys. You weren't sure if you were annoyed by the fact you didnt hear a single good thing about you other than your body or that even new kid thinks you as some wild girl who didn't suit this body.

"They're wrong though." What? You quickly break out of your inner monologue as you stare at Itona, wanting him to justify his statement. "They say waste for a face like you but I think your personality suits your face very much." You don't know if he was saying this to confront you or what but you still feel arise of little happiness inside you. Plus basing on how Itona is, you felt statement was genuine. "I think if anything, you're overall cute." Huhhh! And for first time you were genuinely flustered too.

"If anything, you're overall cute. This sentence was playing rent free in your mind. "Argh! Stupid! Stupid!" You burried your face in your pillow as you remember the way he said it was like it was most obvious thing in world. And after that day you become visible flustered whenever Itona even pass through you.

"Don't come near me!"

"But I need to go out and it's only way to door."

"Shut up!"

You annoyed at students aren't weren't big deal but for some reason you were literally warry of every act of Itona.

"Here have it." You give him a cold medicine after you notice he had been sneezing all day. "

"Huh idiot like you forgot lunch. I am not even suprise." Proceeds to give him half of her lunch while taunting him some more.

Everyone was so confused like what the hell was going on between you and Itona untill Karma point out. "She literally got obvious crush on him idiots."

Yeah he knew because he do something same too. More you act all arrogant and mighty, more confused you get when you're in love. Bro probably do something same. 😒☝️

And it wasn't before everyone start teasing you both. Especially you, since you had punch almost everyone in the class and it was time for payback but only it wasn't payback cause you were ready to break bones of anyone who dare to do it.

Even they realised they can't tease you. They move towards Itona and he didn't even understand how they come to this conclusion - like don't you literally just taunt and pick on him all the time with side generous acts.

But with time even he started to get annoyed by it; "Yo Itona what's your favorite thing about her?" "When she punches you people so hard, you fly out of window."

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Itona my beloved. 🥹 Seriously we need more Itona content, especially without all yandere stuff. 😤☝️

[kazumist]

HONEYMOON AVENUE .ᐟ

☆ — how does he win you back?

☆ — childe, scaramouche, kazuha, kaeya x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 264. please reblog !! it helps me a lot :]

childe does the stupidest things. making a big poster and asking you to take him back in front of your door? done. casually slipping a "what if we got back together?" whenever you're talking to him about work? done as well! he doesn't care if these things are particularly embarrassing; he just hopes that you'll actually consider taking him back.

scaramouche talks to you calmly about it. when the breakup was still fresh, he had his pride high (especially when you two didn't really end things on good terms, but hey, it's high school. a lot of crazy things are done.) he ignored you even more than you ignored him—hell, he even became a bit petty at some point. but after a good few weeks of thinking, he thought it would be a good idea to calmly talk about what actually happened.

kazuha writes. it's normal for him to do so, of course, but his recent pieces have been about wanting you back and missing you in general. bittersweet pieces, you could say. but he slips in a piece of paper that has a piece about meeting up with you in private written on it.

kaeya makes an effort. or in other words, he serenades you. he learned how to play the guitar in hopes of impressing you; he also had a good singing voice—his plan was perfect. but of course, after he mastered the song he wanted to play, he still waited. he asks for some closure first, then proceeds to be friends with you again before he can actually pop the question.