#lumi's drabbles

[aamaranthiine]

OOC: well this got a lil bit outta hand.. Just a drabble AU of Amalthea and Mihawk meeting in Cross Guild.. @seaoftales here you are my friend, put it under a cut because it got long xD

Working for Cross Guild certainly is one of the strangest contracts she's had, given its flamboyant themes and lively employees. Admittedly those descriptors might be too kind but the artificer tries to give them some grace, even if the noise and crowds are often way too much for her. Going from independent freelance work to the organized chaos of a Guild is a tough transition for someone as reclusive as she.

It didnt help that several dozen of the lot had become smitten with her. Either she was under the scrutiny of the higher ups while drawing maps and helping them navigate, or she was being tailed by a handful of woefully lovesick (enchanted) men that kept trying to win her favor. The near constant state of being perceived quickly wore down her mental and emotional limits.

There werent enough places to hide in this gods forsaken place. She longed for dense forests and cool, damp caverns where the shadows could veil her from sight entirely.

She found a little reprieve in the vexing but not unwelcome camaraderie forged with Dracule Mihawk, of all people in Cross Guild. She couldnt help but be drawn to his steady, unaffected demeanor when everything else is discord and noise. The brief moments of mutual silence, whether over morning coffee or evening wine are small but meaningful blessings. Though Thea never said as much aloud, she did show her appreciation by gifting him a rare blend of wine from her own private cache.

Thea was always careful not to impose or crowd Mihawk, even when he gradually began to speak to her of his own volition. Quiet conversations late into the nights, his cool aplomb ever present but she got to experience his intelligence and snippets of his life. He expressed curiosity in her Pose Artificery and other projects, which she was happy to share without giving away too many secrets.

It was a friendship she thought felt easy, natural even. Despite the swordsman's reputation and severe manners, he felt trustworthy to her and Thea rarely encountered others who made her feel so calm.

What Thea also doesnt say out loud is how Mihawk's company deters her 'suitors' but she's certain he noticed. Certain he even purposefully stands between her and whoever tries to garner her attention that isnt Guild work related. He invites her to sit beside him in the meeting room or lounge, and she's only further endeared to him for the consideration. At one point he calmly makes an unveiled threat to several subordinates about pestering her further and watching them scurry away in abject terror was very satisfying.

It's a notable privilege for Hawkeyes to regard anyone with favor or esteem, that he actively sought the mapmaker out on the daily does bring quite a bit of gossip amongst the Guild's members.

Thea can only imagine the shock if they knew Mihawk offered her his private quarters to sleep in. Hell, she'd been caught off guard by the offer when he'd evidently picked up on her lack of sleep. How often she napped in strange, out of the way places and had no qualms staying up til the witching hour frequently, only to rise at dawn shortly thereafter. She didnt sleep in the common crew spaces, deeply uncomfortable at the lack of privacy and sharing with so many strangers.

Clearly she's earned his trust enough for him to share his private room, though she very sparingly invites herself to take advantage of the offer. And when she does? He is courteous enough to leave her be, finding a different area to lounge in when the whim arises for a nap.

A late afternoon finds Amalthea sprawled on the dark duvet and matching silk-cased pillows of Mihawk's bed, dozing in the simple comfort of somewhere quiet and safe to sleep in. It helped too, that everything smelled like him; smooth hints of cologne and sharp steel are ever present. She's quite stark against the wine-red and coal black tones, the long coils of her braided white hair hanging off the edge of the mattress.

She rouses from hazy promised dreams at the slightest disturbance, in time to catch Mihawk step over the threshold and close the door behind him upon entry. Meeting his acknowledging gaze but saying nothing, the brief eye contact enough as he strides across the chamber to peruse whatever it is he needed at the time.

Except when he passes by the bed, Thea reaches out to loosely grasp his sleeve to get him to halt.

"You should stay," she says quietly, "for a nap, that is." And before he could decline she adds, "I know you tend to find other places but you dont need to deprive yourself comfort for my sake. It's your bed after all, we can share."

Even in the lowlight she can see the subtle change in his otherwise impassive expression, "I wouldnt want to disturb you." It's not a flat out rejection but she recognizes the attempt to deflect politely.

"I think I'd sleep better with you here, actually."

A lull of silence and Thea swears the swordsman's face softens just a tiny bit, his acquiescence being the hum of Yoru being pulled from his back and hooked on the nearby wall. She cant help but smile as Mihawk removes his hat, coat and boots before stretching out on the opposite side of the bed. She rolls onto her side to watch him settle comfortably, and feels bold enough to wiggle closer to him afterwards.

"Thea-" he mumbles her name in half hearted warning, the glint of yellow as he observed her in his periphery.

A muted huff of laughter, "M'not doing anything, wake me up in a few hours, Hawkeyes." She curls up a little and oh so slowly out stretches an arm over the duvet, until her hand brushes his and when he doesnt pull away? Loosely tangles their fingers together, the gentle contact seems to both perplex and strangely soothe him for how he tenses and then relaxes in the span of a breath.

Content, the artificer hums and nestles into her pillow to let sleep drag her down into dreams again.

[illuminiscentboba]

a special occasion : kuroo tetsurou x reader

tags: a bit of hurt to comfort? I tried

kuroo is disappointed in you, you can see it in the crease of his brows meeting, the impatient tapping of his foot, the expectant stare following you around his apartment, the incredibly vague hints that he insists are dead giveaways.

hes trying to tell you something or more accurately he wants you to tell him whatever he's been hinting at for an hour now. you've seen the hearts around both today and the date of your anniversary on his calendar, and when a sudden alarm roused you both from your slumbers.

you cracked an eye open, catching a glimpse of what you made out to be the reminders app illuminated the screen of his phone, a huge, sleepy grin bringing warmth to his face as he greets you with a raspy happy anniversary baby to which you could only cock your head in confusion, thinking you misheard him. but frankly, you haven't.

unable to stand his expectant stares, you take a seat beside him, leaning into him but he shifts away in the opposite direction. "not so fast." he chides you, almost giving in when you asked him to have breakfast together. "no cuddles from me until you tell me."

"tell you what?" you whined, latching your arms around his waist as he struggles to pry you off him. what did he want you to recall so badly? you guys had your one year anniversary literally yesterday so what on earth could it be to make him withhold his affection. and what did he mean by happy anniversary??

once he tears your arms of him he holds you by your shoulders, scanning your face. he searches deeply for repressed grin whenever you pretend to forget things to tease him or the way you can't meet his eyes when you tell a white lie. when he's only met by the furrow of your brows as you plead for a hint it dawns on him that you actually have no idea what he's talking about.

he heaves a heavy sigh, giving you one more chance to fess up and say you've been waiting to celebrate this day too and were thinking about it as much as he was. "Baby, today is an important day for our relationship."

you look at him like he's lost it. "was that not...yesterday?" its true that was also yesterday, but, "that was yesterday but theres something else."

you pause, taking a moment to retrace your steps. kuroo liked to be sure of himself and so last year kuroo gave it all in testing the waters. he started to flirt with you outside of dumb jokes and references, hug you longer than usual and make time to come with you on errand. he thought he was playing it smart and casual but who was he kidding when he agreed to come with you to babysit your sisters kid? when you two both know he is terrible with children!

but when you started returning his energy and giving him confidence in the mutual feelings between the two of you the proposal to be his significant other was grand and sweet with a huge bouquet of flowers, a love letter and balloons surprising you that afternoon.

but apparently it wasn't about that but instead 'something else'.

"I'm sorry baby but I don't remember what it is."

"our first kiss!"

"what?"

"we had our first kiss the day after the day I asked you to be mine." he jut his lip out, still sulking. oh god, how could you forget that? literally the first thing after he asked to be your partner you two were whisked away, him to his duties at his workplace and you with wedding events that went on for days, which felt like weeks to him.

you vividly recalled him driving to see you at the wedding, in a tux of his own and you excusing yourself to the bathroom so you two could have some time together and for you two to finally get the kiss he had been texting you about needing all day.

"oh my god your right!" he finally lets you hug him, leaning into your hold. "I've got to make it up to you...can I finally kiss you?" you imitate as he groans, a large palm over his face, one that he lets you slide off his face. "thank you for remembering."

of course he would, it was a really big deal for him. "happy anniversaries baby." "happy anniversaries" he mumbles into your hair and you swear you can finally hear the happiness in his voice. you can't let something like this happen every again you promise the two of you.

[seichira]

Hello can I request a nagi x reader shopping at the mall imagine pls❤️.

shopping with seishiro nagi.

✺ featuring : boyfriend!nagi x reader

✺ don’t say i didn’t warn you : you take your boyfriend out to shop and it’s one of the hardest things you ever had to endure. come on, it’s nagi. he’s a big baby. what did you expect, really?

“don’t wanna!” your six foot three tall boyfriend whines in the passenger seat, profoundly refusing to leave the comfort of the leather cushions now that you have arrived at the mall.

“what are you, three?”

“it’s so comfortable here. try it and see what i mean.”

you can’t help but glare at him because getting him to get out of bed was already taxing enough, and you were kind to offer to drive so he could take it easy on his day-off from practice, and now you have to basically drag him out of the car too?

“sei, i love you so much but you’re really starting to piss me off,” you say sternly and pull his arm to get him to quit staying comfortable on the seat.

“noooo. don’t wanna piss my pretty baby off.”

he groans while keeping his eyes closed, because he is just too comfortable. now that you held his arm, he tried pulling you to his lap to try and cuddle you instead, hoping you’d be open to the idea.

“baby, just wanted to stay at home with you today. to sleep… and cuddle… and sleep.. and cuddle! see! you’re so, so warm!”

whenever he acts like this, you are conflicted between wanting to just baby him and wanting to punch his face for acting like a baby.

most of the time, you give up and just melt into the cuddle he so adamantly offers you. but this time, with thanksgiving and christmas coming up, you really had to start shopping for gifts and getting cozy with your big baby boyfriend could wait a while.

you succeed in pulling him out of the car but as you enter the mall and stroll along the hallways, nagi just clings on to you like a koala on your back. he literally has his arms around your upper body and his nose nuzzled in your neck, effectively complicating the walking process.

“seishiro, people are staring.”

“mhm? that’s ‘cause you’re so beautiful.”

you roll your eyes because his eyes aren’t even focused at all. it’s either he’s closing them or looking at your face. there is no in between.

“stupid. it’s because you’re latching on to me like that. you’re literally a famous athlete, so there should be no surprise if we see ourselves at a headline. do me a favor and please be a normal person for once?”

“what’s a normal person do?”

“not walk behind me like that? just…” you grab him and get him to stand on your side. he complained but he made amends by holding your hand. you hummed satisfactorily, “alright, see. that’s better.”

“it’s not,” he grumpily disagrees, followed by “you’re a pain in the ass.” which earns another death glare from you, in disbelief that he was the one to say that.

when you finally get to actual shopping, you went to the women’s section first. you think of doing him one and let him sit on the bench nearby, but to your surprise, nagi follows along still holding your hand while you scan through the selection of clothes.

“look at this long-sleeved one. it’s gonna look good on ‘ya, i bet. try it on.” he has some suggestions, although he is so close to picking out everything and handing them to you because he thinks all the clothes around you would look good on you.

nagi misses you when you go into the fitting rooms and evidently pouts when the saleslady told him he cannot follow you inside. he waits impatiently with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, but he beams and lightens up when you emerge wearing the outfits he told you to try on.

“beautiful. what a fuckin’ goddess. my super duper ultra mega gorgeous baby,” he grumbles before pulling you into his arms. you notice the saleslady looking away with her face blushing, but you just laugh it off because you’re too used to this.

when you both move on to pick out something for him, he does nothing. he lets you do it for him. look at his eyes and notice that there’s no thought going on in them, except him considering how the clothes you’d choose for him will also look on you.

he hums in his head and nods. yep, she will look good borrowing all these from me. she’s too pretty.

he has behaved well for the past couple of hours, but nagi seishiro has his limits. he just wants you on his bed snuggling with him as soon as possible. after he uses his card to pay for everything, he carries all the paperbags in his right hand while his left hand is on you. he’s excited to go home and relax.

but you say, “okay! time to buy gifts for our nieces and nephews! where shall we look first?”

the man deflates. “what?”

“what?” you blink up at him in confusion, and he found that really cute so he doesn’t have the heart to stop you from shopping more.

take note that he has no idea whether the toys he bought for his nephew are suited for his age nor does the clothes fit him correctly (don’t worry, they all turned out good), but he just did everything so fast to get you all to himself for the rest of the day.

note : i am in love with him.

[metalmewtwo-kxb]

(placeholder) Zen AU, drabble 1

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Benta stepped lightly through the woods, which were surrounded by a perimeter he deemed safe. It included a rather ample expanse of land, such as the nearest empty city and its parks, as well as a stretch of wilderness and the routes nearby.

He was headed to the main clearing to check on his son and his friend Lumi. If...they could really be called friends. He knew the two of them met fairly often, but quite a few of their outings ended in arguments. More than Benta would like. Surely the other pokémon's mother wouldn't approve of that..?

All the same, he knew Zen wanted to be around the others. Having no other "mewtwos" around like himself made the boy want companionship with them. Benta knew he filled certain roles and holes in his son's life, but...fortunately, unfortunately, not that one. Not truly, in the way he understood as a key factor. Being that he was born and not made, he did not feel as though he could relate to Zen on that level. But, these others could.

So, he decided to allow the children to have their outings and simply look in on them from a distance from time to time so they could have their space. The cautious mother- whom he had never seen but did in fact notice- evidently had the same idea.

As long as Zen behaved, was duely careful, and expressed a desire for their presence, Benta planned to leave them be.

However...things did not seem to be going well at all today.

The older pokémon sensed a strong rise of distress, and the first thing he saw from where he stood among the trees was Lumi snarling at Zen. And all he heard were three words.

"You're a MONSTER!"

His son's sharp spur of internal pain stopped Benta entirely. Something inside him briskly and abruptly froze him like a shot. From here, he could feel the panic of the child's mother rise for having sensed it too. Lumi had gone too far.

Benta's eyes flashed in the shade.

That, he thought with a growl. Is Unacceptable.

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Zen stared wide-eyed at Lumi, stunned as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He was mentally shaken, but, most of all...he was hurt.

Badly.

They had arguments and spats before over more than a handful of things, but...this one had gotten way out of hand. Then Lumi said that, and Zen was swiftly overwhelmed by all that implied. And all it resurfaced too...

Should he have seen this coming..? Probably...?

What...was he supposed to say...?

Suddenly the pressure in the atmosphere dropped, and a shadow fell over the young 'twos as if it had appeared out of nowhere with a gust of wind. Zen saw the abrupt shift of expression on Lumi's face into one of fear, and promptly looked back to see Benta towering over both of them, his right eye gleaming as cold as ice.

When did he get here?? Was he in trouble?? "D-dad, I--"

The much larger pokémon deftly stepped around Zen, raising a hand to silence him while he glared down at Lumi. "You are calling him a monster?" he asked lowly. As he approached, Lumi shrunk down and moved back with his tail fluffing out in uneasiness as his tone briefly shifted to a growl. "I promise you...You don't know the meaning of the word."

Benta lowered closer to Lumi's level, his muzzle scrunched without baring his teeth. He did know better than to show his fangs to a child, but that didn't mean he was any less angry. "The real monsters have taken everything. They still take everything. They are why we hide," he went on. "Their eyes and actions wreak of blood and nothing else. They consume all before them. And they have no feelings. No morals. No regrets. No remorse."

He picked up his left hand from where it had been hidden beneath his cloak, revealing that it was entirely robotic up to his shoulder as an unnatural synthetic limb. And he balled his hand into a tight fist as Lumi's eyes widened at the horrific sight of it. "All they want is control, even if it means sacrificing the free will and lives of others," Benta told him.

"I have seen those monsters, and fought them and their wretched pawns with my own hands until I was close to death," he growled. "I know Zen has made mistakes by their hands that he is not proud of. But until you have seen them yourself and stared that death in the face--"

Benta glared sharply into Lumi's own eyes. More than aware of the fear coming off of his mother in the distance as well. "You have no right to call my son a monster."

Tears welled up in Lumi's eyes, and his heart raced as he felt the intensity of the older pokémon's own hurt and anger.

It was too much for him...

He turned and fled, back to the other mewtwo who appeared and waited in the trees with bated breath until Benta straightened up and let his hackles fall. After all, with his origin, as well as strange and later augmented abilities, he was arguably stronger than she was. Any kind of fight between them would become dangerous very quickly.

Benta had no intention of pursuing or harming either of them, though. He did in fact know better, and didn't want to actually incite a serious conflict. Instead, with a final glance back he simply turned to leave, giving a decisive flick of his tail to instruct Zen to follow.

Zen was in shock himself, somehow having never expected Benta to follow him to one of his and Lumi's secret meetings. All he could do was curl his tail around himself and follow after him quietly with his gaze focused squarely on the ground. He didn't want to make his dad any angrier than he already was.

But still...

I'm so sorry, Lumi...

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The two of them walked in silence for some time on their way back to the city, and all the while Zen couldn't make himself speak, and spent the silence wringing his hands uneasily. He was unable to bear the thought of meeting his adoptive father's disapproving eyes. Though, when he did manage to lift his gaze, he couldn't help but let it drift to Benta's back, and his left arm...

Of course it was synthetic now, but, it hadn't always been that way. The truth was, he lost that arm well over a year ago in a bad fight. And it had him laid up for weeks. Maybe months.

In fact...just like he told Lumi...it had almost been fatal.

And Zen was the one who did that to him.

When it happened he wasn't in his right mind or fully in control of himself, as a result of the humans that stole him from Benta as a cub. Nevertheless, and in spite of everything Benta had expressed to forgive him, Zen still hadn't forgiven himself. Even now, he felt utterly sick. About that, and everything his dad said to Lumi.

Mostly, because he didn't see how Lumi could possibly be wrong.

Zen's pace slowed, and before long he stopped and sat, curling in on himself without a word and burying his head under his arms.

Of course, Benta noticed and came to a pause. And he turned back to go check on him.

His tone, unlike earlier, was much softer. It wasn't filled with anger anymore like Zen expected, and was rather edged with concern. "What's the matter?" he asked carefully. "Is it because I interfered..?" When his only response was a subtle shake of Zen's head, tried again. "So...what is it then..?"

A moment passed, and Zen could only curl tighter on himself. A muffled sniff told Benta that he was crying. He took a deep breath and sighed, crouching down and bringing his tail forward to curl around his son's back. "You do not deserve to be treated that way," he said, referring to Lumi's initial insult and guessing that might be the reason. "I hope you know that."

"...yes I do," Zen whimpered, responding to the first part. "He was right, and you know it..."

"No, as a matter of fact I do not," he stated calmly. "What happened was not your choice. And I would never blame you."

"But why?" He looked up at Benta, his face wrought with grief. "It's not like I couldn't have stopped, and I didn't. Not even once. Not even when- w-when it was you," he cried.

Benta pulled Zen close and hugged him to his chest with his better arm. "Yes you did..." he said, quietly but confidently. "If you didn't, I would not be here. Neither would Lumi, or his mother."

"But--"

The older pokémon gently cut him off by hugging him tighter. "Stop. No 'buts.'" When Zen seemed to accept that, Benta continued. "You should not blame yourself for what happened when you were under the control of those who only wanted to use you, and forced you into thinking and acting in ways that were not right."

"I know that is hard to accept..." he added. "But I do know you better than you do. And you are not the monster they wanted you to be. You are free again to make that choice now, and be yourself. The you that existed before their influence. I know you can. And I know you can do better, and try to make amends for those things if you want to." Shifting back a little, he lifted Zen's face to meet his gaze. "However, you never have to apologize to me. I can be here for you again and protect you. That is enough. Okay..?"

When Benta let go, Zen rubbed at his face and feebly nodded, trying not to think about his claws. "But what about Lumi..?" he asked when he found his voice again. "I want to be his friend, but he'll never forgive me..." Now that he thought about it, his mom might not either.

"Sure he will. At least, eventually..." Benta assured. "Children tend to have a harder time understanding things than adults do, but in spite of what he said, I think he will be able to come around someday." When he felt as though things had settled enough to move on, he stood up and gestured for Zen to follow.

"Who knows. Maybe the next time you two meet he will have changed his tune," he added.

Zen snuffed and rubbed at his nose as he stood up too. "You got really mad at him though..." he pointed out.

"Yes, yes I did," Benta sighed as he cast his gaze to the side. "I will be owing his mother an apology for being hostile toward her young, even if it was deserved." He certainly couldn't deny that. "Though, for now, I believe it is best we give each other a proper distance."

He waited for Zen to come up beside him so they could walk together, and carefully placed his left hand on his son's head as a loving gesture. Even though it was only metal and circuits, somehow it was still warm.

"Now..." Benta said with an exhale. "Let's go home."

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Based on an au that @dingbat-things and I came up with for their zangoose/two OC Zen, and their art post -> here

As well as a distant continuation of that au started on my blog -> here.

Definitely hoping to do more with this in the future as things go along, perhaps as snippets, scribbles, and other drabbles.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

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Photo credit: @raemoodboards

The loveliest Lumi @citrusiove continues to warm me from the inside! I have a class observation tomorrow, so this is so appreciated right now. Today, I thought I'd share about a character that I don't write enough about, so here's a poem by Blythe Baird that I think is very JJ-coded. I love you Lumi, thanks for lifting me up today and every day. Love Levi ❤️

"I am trying to see things in perspective /

My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. /

Madigan does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf, trying to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner under the piano, dropping and sad. /

I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dogs. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, /

Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt." Theories About the Universe (Blythe Baird)

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[dutybcrne]

@strdstd said : husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their ear from behind {…Blade for Lumine- Likely after they’ve reconciled, but before the ✨purification✨-} 『 Meme || Accepting』

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

          In between war preparations and Commissions she took on even outside of it all, Lumine felt utterly exhausted. Sure she was more than happy to do her part, especially with the threat of the Abyss Order ever-looming, but still…ahh, times like this, she was glad at least one thing had gone right. But even then...

          Lumine froze, shaking their head to dash the thought, before pressing forward in the dark wood.

          Ahh, no. No, she was not about to dwell on his betrayal now. He...he had already begun to enact his restitution. Right! They were...on more tenuous terms now than before, sure, but at least things were better. At least he wasn't her enemy, or anything.

          Right. Things could be worse.

          Like...the fact that they definitely should have paid heed and brought a proper torch along with them on patrol, rather than relying simply on Diluc's palm-flame trick to light their way. Ugh, but they couldn't manage a larger flame like he could, not with their lack of practice. Not that that had been a worry when Lumine had first set out, they could have sworn it wouldn't have been this dark, cloudy night, or not!

          At the rate she was going, she was likely to end up ambushed–

          A sharp squeak burst from Lumine as a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her, yanking her back against something firm.

          Someone's body, she realized.

          The thought sent a surge of panic and indignance as their own tensed to fight–

          "Dont. Move."

          –only to freeze right in place, heart stuttering in heavier thuds as That Voice registered.

          Had it been anybody else, she wouldn't have stopped herself from outright treating the other to a nice, merciless Starfell Sword.

          But him...him, he–

          "Y...you...!"

          The words ( winded from surprise, she'd swear ) died right on her tongue. The abrupt dose and still of the adrenaline from before left her hyper-aware, made all the worse by her dimmer vision, with the flame she'd maintained extinguished.

          And, Archons, his embrace.

          His firm hold on her never once eased as he seemed to pull her closer, far more secure. Gentler than he had before, though she couldn't tell for the life of her if that had been any better, or in fact worse on her.

          Because like this, pressed so closely to him, she could almost feel the very planes of muscle beneath his coat. Could definitely feel every gentle swell of his chest, with each and every breath he took. Breath that would slowly furl across her skin, tickling against her ear as goosebumps spread in its wake. Like this, utterly enveloped by him, it was enough for his scent to linger and flood her senses, as she drew a shaky breath of her own.

          The iron tang of blood had never been a pleasant scent, but intermingled with that of spider lilies and a subtler hint of a smokier note, no doubt from the forges...fuck, it may as well be intoxicating. Enough to make her legs feel damn near more like the mint jelly she'd eaten not long ago, even while being held by him. Especially while being held by him.

          As though hearing his words all practically crooned right in her ear didn't do that already.

          Lumine's mouth opened and closed, once, twice, as a trembling hand moved to grip his forearm. To hold him right in place, in feeling the slightest movement as though he'd begun to pull away. To steady herself and try to pull some semblance of composure, try and regain her voice, and stop making a damn fool of herself in front of him now-

          "Wh-why are you–?"

          "Cliff," came the rather stiff explanation, a subtle movement of his head as though he'd nodded to it. "Didn't...think you'd need me to watch over you all over again. Be careful."

          Their lower lip trembled.

          Every new, sterner word whispered low against their ear sent a surge prickling through their nerves, little shivers crawling down their spine even while practically shielded from the night air in his grasp, as they strove to keep still. Keep still, not press back and arch against him in search of that low, rasping voice. In search of him, to satiate their growing want-

          Fuck. Not the time. Not the time for that–

          A soft hum in acknowledgement might have come out a lot more strained than intended. If he happened to have noticed ( he stilled, fuck, he'd stilled just a moment there, hadn't he– ), well...Lumine might now have second thoughts after heeding his warning and backing away from that cliff now. If only he'd just let go.

          Do you really want that though-

          "Come on. That Outrider dropped something off for you."

          Lumine's lips pursed tight, tensing then releasing a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding as he in turn let them go and pulled away. Their own arms wrapped around themself as they turned at the sound of his retreating footsteps, a feeble imitation compared to what he'd given them.

          Ugh, why did he have to do that...!

          Her eyes lingered on him, inhaling slowly as her gaze traced over him. Over that built frame, his arms as one would swing with every step he took, the other at a tight grip to the hilt of his sword.

          An exhale, then she shook her head, and hastily started after him.

                          Archons above, you are going to kill me, Yingxing.

[luumiinaa]

bantering soulmates right off the bat 😂 honestly, still one of the best drabbles I’ve read; hilarious and cute all in one

soulmates, i guess

PAIRING ▸ choi yeonjun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ soulmate au, fluff, crack

WARNINGS ▸ profanity

SUMMARY ▸ when you first meet your soulmate, their first words to you are tattooed on your wrist. choi yeonjun’s first words to you are “ew, you stepped in dog shit,” and you beg the universe for a do-over because those are the words forever inked on your wrist.

PLAYLIST ▸ angel or devil by txt 

WORD COUNT ▸ 2252 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello this drabble was inspired by writing @soobmint​‘s name on my wrist and panicking because it wouldn’t come off. also disclaimer: i like mint chocolate chip pls don’t come for me

THIS WAS, BY FAR, THE WORST MORNING IN THE HISTORY OF TERRIBLE MORNINGS.

It started with your alarm deciding not to go off after a long record of reliability. This led you to wake up thirty minutes later than usual, practically flying out of bed to get started with your day and get ready for school. Waking up late wasn’t the end of the world, but you were so frazzled that you ended up starting to shampoo your hair with a bottle of Nair.

On the bright side, you didn’t start massaging it into your scalp, but the ends of your hair were coming off as you desperately tried to wash it out. Needless to say, you started off the morning being a sobbing mess.

“Y/N, are you cutting your hair?” your best friend, Choi Soobin, asked over FaceTime. “Before school? This is a mistake. Please stop.”

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[illuminiscentboba]

[he needs you...tell him he's only human]

k. akaashi comfort fic

tw: akaashi experiencing an depressive episode and he's finally letting you give him the love he deserves during it

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many things come to mind when akaashi keiji is brought up; for instance, the words helpful, considerate, always has a back up plan for any situation that concerns those he cares about.

but he's only human you remembered thinking last week when you were searching for tissues to clean up the coffee you knocked over, akaashi already a step ahead, having procured the tissues from his bag, asking the waiter for help before you could blink. he really was prepared for everything.

to be loved is to be known and boy does he know you to a T. he knows your habits and silly mannerisms and makes you feel seen and heard. in most of your pictures together he isn't even looking at the camera but you instead. his dark aqua eyes seem to follow you, curious and interested in the framework that you define yourself with.

its cute and charming that he knows what you like and love and remembered even the smallest details and preferences of yours. he is never greedy with his affection but sometimes it worries you.

it worries you when he feels sluggish and his mind becomes cloudy. when he pushes you away as another slump takes over him. you wonder if he just needs his alone time and sometimes thats what he needs but other times he tries to hide himself.

"please don't look at me" he says when you walk in without knocking. normally he doesn't mind but during these slumps he can't take care of himself the way he normally does. he can't help the way he feels judged when you slowly blink at him and the mess of the room. the mess he is. his hair is a mess, its been another day of not brushing his teeth, he already contemplated going back to bed with piles of clothing stacked around the room.

he pushes himself deeper under the blankets as you pad over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "baby, whats wrong?" he sinks deeper under blanket. "i'm a mess." he says miserably.

"so? you've seen how crazy i can look when i'm sick and even when i'm not." he knows that...of course he knows that he knows the cues before your depressive episodes and when to give u space and how to support you with cuddles, eating breakfast together with you on the bed and him in the chair in front of your bed.

but this isn't the same. he's supposed to help you, be considerate and know what to do. taking care of his loved ones is something he's good at, it makes him feel secure, and warm inside to see their smile, to hear their thanks and tell him he's the best.

but he can't be that and when these slumps dictate his week or weeks, he feels the shell of himself, unloveable...like a burden.

so he's been trying to hide it, to hide himself and that part of him from you. but you know, how could you not?

"akaashi i love all of you. the sleepy akaashi, the lively akaashi, the grumpy akaashi, the chatty akaashi, the silent akaashi, the anxious akaashi, the sweet akaashi, the messy akaashi, the witty akaashi." he rolled over now, head and shoulders pooking out of the futon.

you were telling the truth, a fond smile on your lips, the warmth of your words reaching your eyes. you mentioned so many different sides to him, some that he tried to hide and others that he never really thought about before.

"you do?"

he knows you aren't lying but it feels weird, rather uncanny to be appreciated without doing anything. he didn't do a single thing for you in the last few days but yet you've been making surprise breakfast for him, tidying his desk and leaving notes for him, telling him he was cute and handsome. its funny that your words made him feel handsome and better when he was well aware of the state of his appearance.

"of course I do." you stroked his futon covered limbs, itching to hold him. "you don't have to do something for me to prove your worthy of my affection."

his eyes glazed over, a silence falling as he processed your words. you rose from your place on the best, wrapping your arms around him.

so far for most of his life thats how his world would opperate. by doing favors for his parents that they didn't ask for and thus being rained with warm, doing the less desirable work for the team, even relecutantly taking on class duties when people would ask him to, even strangers knew of his innability to say no and how much he cares for others.

his previous partners rejected this side of him, annoyed with his slip ups in their routine, his messy state and coldly didn't accept his attempts to make it up to them, adding to this feeling of worthlessness that would plague him.

every time he went out of his way to make it up to you it was almost like gift exchange. with how much you crossed his mind, he crossed yours and it wasn't long before you were presenting him with stuff he liked, objects that reminded you of him, matching objects, snacks, you name it.

there were less onsided screaming matches at his house, instead hesitant conversation where you two would talk about your feelings and things you liked to be resolved. you asked that he stop trying to make it up whenever he did something wrong and he has, but he still spoils you instead with random affectionate gestures instead.

he let you hold him, fighting the strong urge to struggle out of your reach, does he smell, he feels sticky and gross and he doesn't want you to. your grip tightens, almost as if you've read his mind.

"we're here for each other keiji, i'm here for you on your rough days and your here for me, we're a team. so please don't struggle all by yourself."

right, a team. he forgot that there wasn't supposed to be an imbalance with the roles of teams. every player matters.

"I'll try." he murmurs into your shoulder and you stay like that for a bit, finally letting go to pepper his face in kisses. "i missed my cutie sooo much." why cant he realize that he's still so fine to you, regardless of how messy his appearance gets? that he's still the sweet, cool sexy individual you know, even with the mood drops, when his mental health declines.

"productivity doesn't define you! you define yourself."

"you're only human, baby." you inform him, dodging the hand trying to prevent you from kissing him. as much as he adores you, its summer and maybe staying under his blanket wasn't a good idea with the way the perspiration was sticking to his body.

"y/n please, i really need a shower, i feel disgusting". you let him settle out of the bed, helping him find clean clothes to change into.

"despite that, you're still my super sexy and handsome husband." you remind him, giggling at the blush on his face. even his sulking is cute, you think to yourself as he heads to the washroom, upset that hearing you call him sexy and husband will probably forever rile him up.

note: i might publish the same kind of fic but with reversed pov's? or might make this into a series?

[shiroselia]

Honestly at this point I should just take a month and do nothing but write all the 300 JingFu oneshots I've got piled up because at this points it's. a solid amount.

[luumiinaa]

anything by cozyjae 🙌🏼🩷🩷🩷

long fics are currently archived, and their drabbles are just as good 👏🏼

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[vmlnrznotfound]

HEYYY BB if you’re requests are open how about dating hcs for nagi and/or sae 🤭🤭

sfw or nsfw idm 😳😳

DATING BLUE LOCK BOYS.

characters: nagi, sae(separate)

a/n: lumi my love! your wish is my command!

nagi seishiro

he has a habit of telling you about his dream first thing in the morning as if you're his dream journal. cute scenario: one time he saw you in a pretty adventurous dream he had and immediately took his phone to voice message you. "yeah...that happened...and what else um. yeah that happened too, but i don't remember...and then...and then nothing. i woke up,"

whether you're talking or walking together, he's simply lean in to capture your lips/cheeks in a quick yet lingering kiss. in short, he has a habit of stealing kisses when you least expect it, "i just felt like it."

at school where you would sit next to him, nagi would pull up your sleeve—a canvas awaiting. he'll doodle on your arm. and when you take your hand back, he'd simply pout.

sei doesn't dislike your friends, rather he envies them if you spend more time with them than him. after spotting you as you were talking with your friends in the hallway, he'd simply say your name softly and hug you from behind. your friends would laugh and wave you bye to leave you alone with your clingy boyfriend.

seishiro treasures the quiet moments you two share. words won't be necessary. his love language is simply physical touch and quality time.

despite his laid-back nature, seishiro enjoys teasing you. he'll lightly tug on your clothes or whisper something suggestive in your ear, just to see you blush. his favorite pastime is watching your reactions, finding them both adorable and enticing.

when sleeping together, sei is most affectionate when he's half-asleep. he loves those quiet, early morning moments when you snuggle into his embrace. he’ll murmur sweet, sleepy words, sometimes not fully aware of what he's saying, but always making you feel cherished and loved.

during quiet moments, sei likes to just watch you without saying anything. he’ll sit beside you, observing how you interact with the world. whether you’re focused on a book or chatting with friends, he finds comfort and affection in these silent observations.

asking you stuff out of the blue. they may be random or just some would you rather questions. "you're picking the second option? i would pick the first if i were you. we don't get along. we should break up...nah, don't leave me,"

itoshi sae

sae has a complex way of showing love—whether it’s through subtle actions like buying your favorite snacks or grand gestures like an apology filled with kisses. his approach to romance is a mix of practical and emotional, reflecting his deep feelings for you.

sae often surprises you with small, meaningful gifts that reflect his attention to your likes and interests. he pairs these with intentional moments of quality time, hence his love language [gift giving + quality time].

sae is protective of you, sometimes in ways that might seem over-the-top but are deeply affectionate. he may grumble and complain, but it's his way of showing care and ensuring you’re aware of how much you matter to him.

sae has another wild dream where a soccer match determines the fate of the universe, and you’re the only teammate. he wakes up still fuming about the game but finds comfort in your presence. as you help him get over his grumpiness, he playfully accuses you of being the cause of his dream’s chaos and showers you with affection. read that drabble here.

sae would prefer you doing his skincare. while you're sitting on top of the sink, sae standing closer between your legs and arms wrapped around your waist. the skincare can simply be applying moisturizer or a whole set of steps, he doesn't mind.

sae often shows his affection through small, subtle actions. he might leave you a cup of your favorite coffee on a chilly morning or send you a quick message to remind you of an inside joke, showing his care in understated ways. [inside jokes are rare!]

sae’s comfort is simple yet profound: a warm embrace and the gentle assurance, “i’m here, i’m here,” his presence a steady anchor in your storm.

after a fierce argument, sae leaves with his usual cool demeanor intact. when he returns first, it’s not out of vulnerability but with a calm resolve. he kisses you in the bed, apologizing just enough with his intimacy.

after that, he would love sensual baths with you. his apologies are never "sorry" but always "forgive me, please," and his confessions are never "i love you" but always "you mean everything to me,"

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

MASTERLIST

~ Lumi, late 20s, she/her ~

~ ALL works are 18+ only, minors DNI ~ Ao3 ~

~ Currently writing for Call of Duty MW2 ~

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

Thots/Drabbles/Musings (Deep-throating || Face-sitting || Sex with Simon)

Situationship-verse (Complete) Summary: What you have is undefined, and you never agreed to commit to each other. And yet…he haunts you. He resides inside you. You don't know where he ends and you begin. What you have may be undefined, and you may have never committed to him, but the day before you met him was the last day you were truly free. OR You enter into a situationship with Simon "Ghost" Riley and forget what your life was like before him. where Simon is both injured and blown || where you cook for Simon but the food’s not all he eats || where Simon makes you come before you have to go || where Simon introduces you to Ghost || where Simon teaches you a lesson || where it begins to end || where Simon grapples with futility || where you both find what was lost || DRABBLES: pissed off || gratitude || Valentine’s Day || somno || first & last

Alford Plea - Chef! Simon Riley x F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue || Outtake

Coworker! Ghost x F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Other Ghost tags Reaper! Ghost - Ghost is Death Himself. Work Rival! Ghost - enemies to enemies who fuck Toxic ex boyfriend Ghost

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

we go where we want to first light || matinal ||

Land Softly - Bed & Breakfast Winter AU Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Other Ghoap tags Wedding crasher Soap - My best friend's wedding AU (kinda) (but Ghoap edition) Amnesia! Ghost - 50 first dates AU (kinda) Ghoap x Reader - PWP Ghoap x Military F! Reader Donner Party AU - Ghoap x F! Reader

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JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH

Thots/Drabbles/Musings (Messy eater || Baby fever || SFW Alphabet )

Entanglement - Soap MacTavish x Medic F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || 

Other Soap tags Feral Horny Soap Ghoap x Reader Sugar baby Johnny

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

wait how would wife reader react to seeing Zohakuten get formed? Does she already know or is it kept a secret?

Imagine: wife reader on a date with Hantengu and they get attacked so the clones come out. They can’t fully fight off whoever is attacking them so they know what they gotta do. I imagine wife reader would be so shocked and traumatized at seeing her angry husband shoving his hands into the other clones faces just to absorb them AND also shedding out his skin to reveal none other than the little guy himself!

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Hantengu (clones?)/Zohakuten x Fem!Reader [Drabble]

Synopsis: basically the request.

Warnings: Gore, Cannibalism, Blood.

Note: That's quite an interesting ask, Lumi. I like the idea of reader just being there, TERRIFIED as she holds the tiny Hantengu in her palm, staring at Zohakuten with wide eyes, face pale as if she's seen a ghost and waiting for him to explain. I imagine that this is her first time seeing him and is absolutely traumatised. (Ignore the other few hcs, this an au)

Note 2: This feels like a drabble but idk, I don't do drabble's since they're apparently supposed to be a 100 words exact. Other people say otherwise but hey, idk. Anyways, happy reading! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

She was told to hide in one spot near the clones by not only the clones themselves but also Hantengu. "It's safe here. Do not move from this spot." She recalled Karaku saying and despite having said that with his usual relaxed tone, there was a hint of firmness beneath his laid-back façade. One second, she was laughing and giggling, chatting with her husband about how her day went when she arrived home near sunset, the next, she's hiding for her and his life because of a sudden a sudden ambush. The only time she and Hantengu would be moved to another hiding spot is when one of the clones themselves would approach them and this time it was Urogi, who was currently flying them elsewhere. "Urogi!" "Don't you worry your pretty little head, songbird. We'll take care of it." Urogi giggled as he landed and placed her in a tree where she and him would be safe. He gave her a kiss on her lips before quickly flying off into battle once more while the wife watched with fearful eyes. She nervously watched them fight the exceptionally strong slayers as she hid and would close her eyes everytime their limbs got cut before she eventually stopped watching the fight altogether due to her weak stomach.

Suddenly, however, they were approached by a demon, clearly hungry and out of control. It must've been a newborn. It immediately sniffed the air and looked up at the nearest prey, that being Hantengu and his wife before jumping up and tackling her to the ground hard enough to leave her senses rattle. Hantengu had fallen out of her delicate grip and landed into a nearby bush but was quickly on his feet again. His first instinct was to run but the shrill pained shriek of his beloved wife stopped him right in his tracks. "AHH-HHH!!!" What was the matter with her? He peeked out of the bush to see what was happening when he was met with the sight of a rabid newborn demon digging his claws into his dear's thigh, hurting her as he tried to bite her face. He was terrified! His poor wife is getting attacked and he couldn't do a thing. As she struggled to keep the demon away, she caught sight of her small husband and yelled at him to run before letting out another shriek of pain when the demon dug its claws into her stomach from the side, dangerously close to anything vital. She was scared and rightfully so because she thought she was going to die. Having and seeing no way out, "SEKIDO!!!" she cried out loudly for her other husband to come and safe her, pushing the demon away and looking towards the four who were in battle.

She expected them to immediately turn around to the sounds of her screams of pain and terror but... she saw Sekido, arms raised – the slayers were quickly recovering as this happened – and in the blink of am eye, had drawn in both Karaku and Urogi, almost as if they had teleported! "H-Hey!" Her eyes widened in pure horror when she saw both of them get absorbed by Sekido through his palms, leaving no trace of their existence behind. Then came Aizetsu, who surprisingly, willingly approached Sekido albeit quickly before he met the same fate. Her eyes then quickly darted to the demon above her that was still trying to rip her to shreds and eat her, wrestling with it and try to survive for as long as possible. She kicked it off of her body for a brief moment before she was tackled down into the same position. Again, her eyes went to the spot her husbands were, desperate for them to save her when she noticed that only Sekido remained though at a bigger distance. He had fallen to his knees and appeared to be almost struggling? Shaking? Whatever the case may be, she noticed his struggle until... his hair began to grow... shorter? The kimono he is known for slowly shed and disappeared to ash, his entire body began to shrink – though his muscular form remained – and his arms were now covered by long sleeves similar to Aizetsu's but tighter. If her eyes could go any wider they would when she noticed that what was once her tall husband, was now a young boy too muscular for his age with floating drums behind his back.

She would have taken a closer look at him but before she could, he was gone faster than she could blink. Then, suddenly, the demon she was struggling against was gone as well, almost as he had been kicked towards a tree as it laid here, trying to catch its breath and regenerate. She saw as the slayers looked around aimlessly while she immediately got up and limped towards her small husband, taking him into her hands and looking around the same way the slayers were before being startled by the loud thump of a drum. Nothing happened... for a few short moments. In those few short moments, she turned and jumped at nearly everything the same way Hantengu would before letting out a scream of surprise and fear when she felt the ground shake and saw multiple tree trunks grow from the ground which almost appeared like dragons. The quaking of the ground had caused her to fall on her rear but that was the least of her worries. She ran as fast and best as she could despite the dust that had been released from those dragons blinding her, desperate to get to safety as she held Hantengu. "W-What was that?!" Hantengu felt sorry for her about the fact that she didn't know about his existence as well but was too scared to even utter a word, only hiding deeper into her palm. They both heard the distant screams of agony from the slayers that had ambushed them before their sudden silence and seeing the same demon that had attacked her crash into a nearby tree. She instantly flinched back and slowly backed away at the demon, who was slowly regaining his senses—

"How dare you!!" A new voice growled causing her to flinch for the umpteenth time. It was deep, possibly deeper than Sekido's though lacking the same amount of gruffness yet holding far more command and pressure. The wife looked towards the direction where the voice came from, holding Hantengu with shaking arms and preparing to run when she is stopped by an orange shine in the dark which were clearly eyes. Though they were not directly staring at her, the woman could not move a single millimeter and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Then, the person who stood in the shadows revealed themselves. A boy no older than seventeen or even sixteen covered in blood. She took in every single feature of his, from his beautiful lashes to the same similar long nails on his hands and feet. Her fearfully curious eyes then landed on the kanji etched onto the floating drums.

"Hate"

She's never seen that one until now and wondered if he was a clone as well. "You dare touch what is mine?!" The only clones she knew of were the main four and Urami! She didn't know there was one more! And so young too! The youngest She's seen! The boy's eyes are trained on the rabid demon which was frozen in the same spot as the much younger demon in appearance gets closer. "An unforgivable sin that you will atone for with your life!!" As he spoke, the words he said before processed in her mind. What did this boy mean 'touch what was his'? She is not married to him! Only to Hantengu, Urami and the main four, not this child. She was too scared to even think properly as she watched the rabid demon get ripped limb from limb while the boy yelled. "You will suffer whilst you die!!" He used his hands and dug his long nails into the demon's flesh, dragging it up to his ribs before pushing his hand in deeper and pulling out a rib. All the terrible noises and howls of agony could be heard as he continued on with the demon's arm, breaking it like a twig as the first arms had gone to its leg and tore it from the hip. He repeated the process with the other arm and leg until the demon was simply a limbless mess squirming like a worm. The boy then crouched and aimed his hand directly for the neck, digging his nails in before swipping his head clean off. "Such scum who bring harm to my benignant bride will not live to see the next sunset." He growled before quickly turning around at the strong smell of his main body, Y/N and her blood.

Once she made eye contact with her, even her breathing ceased. It felt like she was going to die! That looks can kill should only be a saying, not a fact! As he began to approach her, glare never changing, her breathing only hitched as she instinctively hid Hantengu behind her back. Her heart was practically in her throat and she swears she could cry on the spot but she was just frozen. Just as he was in within arm's reach, he froze, eyes darting up to hers and staring intensely. It was silent for a few moments before be spoke. "Why do you fear me, my wife?" The only response he got was her staring at him as if he were crazy, like he had grown another head or something. "I am Zohakuten. Hatred. The main body's youngest self, your husband also." The boy introduced himself, gently grabbing her hand and kissing the back of her palm. So that was his name. Her only response was to stare at him wide-eyed for a good while until she let out a breath that she had held due to his intense gaze. "I—ughnnn..." The pain of her injuries caught up to her, the adrenaline having run out as she collapsed, however, with his lightning fast reflexes, Zohakuten caught her into his arms and took her into the bridal carry, as he then examined the extent of her injuries.

"I'm sorry I didn't arrive earlier, my wife. I would never let such evil savage touch a hair on your beautiful head." The way he spoke certainly caused to feel a certain way. That certain way being flustered and embarrassed. "I-I... Thank you." The woman said softly and let herself be carried by the demon boy. As he walked with her through the forest, eventually beginning to sprint, she could feel herself lose consciousness, the exhaustion having caught up to her. Zohakuten noticed and only went faster but remained as calm as he could, he knew she would survive with him around. "Sleep, my darling wife. I'll take care of you."

Note: So that's how. I mean I can't blame her 'cause bitch, I'd be terrified too. Hope you liked that one.

[luumiinaa]

now that’s one way to be occupied 😩

Blackout | KDY (M)

Established relationship, Fiance Doyoung x fem reader

Summary: The powerful storm outside knocks your power out even though Doyoung assured you it would be fine. Luckily, he bought candles the day before just in case this happened. But even with the candles to light the dark house, you were still a bit anxious about the storm, so Doyoung decided to distract you for a bit

Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, breeding kink, softer dynamic, fluff (I think idk), proofread but may still be errors

Word count: 3,2k

Song recs: get you by Daniel Caesar

A/N: wrote this listening to the cutest kpop gg music you could imagine. Literally listening to achoo by lovelyz rn (stream) please lmk if I missed any warnings. Feedback is loved and appreciated

"Are you sure everything will be fine out there? It's looking pretty serious." You stood by the window of your living room staring outside at the storm.

"Well I don't know for sure, but what I do know is that you shouldn't stand near the window like that." Doyoung grabbed your arm pulling you away from the window. "It's night time so hopefully nothing too crazy happens. Are all the flashlights up here?"

"Yeah." You turned to Doyoung who put his hands on his hips with a concentrated expression. He was always so cute like that. "Babe, we're gonna be okay. There's no need to-"

The room went completely silent as your vision was impaired with the sudden blackout. All that you could see was the trees moving in the strong wind and power lines flying in different directions. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, turning on the flashlight to see in front of you.

"Babe? You still there," you said loudly, looking around.

"Yeah I'm just getting the flashlights and candles," he called from the kitchen.

"I didn't even know we had candles," you laugh.

"I bought them yesterday just in case." You pointed your phone in the direction of the kitchen, seeing him walk back with his hands and arms full. He placed all the stuff on the coffee table with a big sigh. "Wanna help me light them?"

"Of course." You sat on the floor next to him between the couch and the table. Doyoung handed you a lighter and the two of you started lighting the candles "you're always so prepared."

"In life, you always think 3 steps ahead." He placed the candle in the candle holder, carefully putting it on the table. Doyoung reached to pick up another one, but was distracted by how pretty you looked in the lowlight. Your features were soft, and the way you picked up everything was delicate.

You turned to ask him something, but was quickly humored when you caught him staring at you. Doyoung looked away from you super flustered by it. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, making him cover his face. You snickered as he whined in his hands from the embarrassment. Even after dating him for so long, he was still embarrassed like a middle schooler.

"Don't be embarrassed," you teased, poking him softly. "you're so cute, you know that?"

Doyoung groaned, earning a soft laugh from you. "stop, it's embarrassing."

"It's not." You continued lighting candles listening to the rain pick up outside. You set it down before turning to Doyoung who was still hiding his face. You ruffled your hands in his hair knowing that would be the only thing to make him come back to you.

"Don't mess up my hair, I spent so much time on it today," he whined, moving your hand gently.

"It still looks good. Looks like the aftermath of a long week," you said, winking at him. Doyoung, who was already flustered enough, gave you nervous laughter. "You know..these candles are kind of romantic."

"You think so," he asked, a small smile on his face. He stood up m, taking 2 candles with him setting up the room.

"Mhm," you answer. You finished lighting the rest of the candles and stood up to help Doyoung put them around the first floor. "Maybe we should be romantic while we have the chance," you laugh.

"Do you think we're still gonna have to work tomorrow?"

"Hopefully not. Hopefully a tree falls in the middle of the street. Okay…I'm all done." You turn to Doyoung who was finishing up the candles right along with you. The room looked nice and lit up like this. It reminded you of a room in a dark academia movie with all the books and papers lying around. Doyoung looked good in the low light too. The slight silhouette of his body in front of the candles was so pretty. He was so pretty, and it was starting to do things to you.

You and Doyoung sat on the couch together snuggled into one another under the throw blanket. You nuzzled your head between his neck, inhaling his cologne that you loved so much. You felt Doyoung tense up a bit, squeezing you closer into him as the storm picked up. He knew you didn't like storms very much, and you were starting to get a lot more anxious as time went on.

"You okay," he said quietly.

You nodded, planting a small kiss on his jawline. "It's getting really bad out there."

"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about the storm, okay? I'm here."

"I know I shouldn't worry…but what if the tree in the backyard falls or the one across the street? What if-"

Doyoung turned your head to face him and kissed you deeply. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You pulled away from him, looking up at him with adoration. He was always so sweet, never wanting you to worry about a thing.

"Don't worry about what's going on outside," he said quietly.

"Well, now I can't worry about anything because of you." You smiled, glancing at his dimly lit lips. "I think we should take advantage of this romantic setting. What do you think?"

"I think you're right." Doyoung smiled before kissing you again, capturing your lips in a heated exchange. You kiss him back, moaning softly into his mouth. Your hand finds its way to his chest, holding his shirt softly.

"I bet you were thinking about this all day," he mumbled against your lips.

His voice was so deep and raspy and you could hear the smirk in his statement. It gave you butterflies, and they immediately went right to your core. You wanted to just kiss him for the time being, just in case something bad happened outside or inside. But the way he was kissing you, the way his fingers softly glided on your arm - you needed him.

"Do you think you can distract me some more," you mumbled. You pulled away from his lips, kissing his face softly. You could feel his beard growing back and still smell the expensive skin care he loved.

"It's almost like you read my mind."

You and Doyoung move yourselves on the couch, him under you and you on top of him. Doyoung could never get over the way you looked at him. It made him feel warm and fuzzy. Not once have you even made him feel unwanted or unloved, and he hoped that it would stay that way forever.

"You're staring again," you giggle softly.

"I know." Doyoung took one of your hands and clasped them with his, squeezing it tight. "You're so beautiful."

"Don't get sentimental on me," you whine softly, but the smile on your lips was wide. You always got shy when he started complimenting you out of the blue. Doyoung was big on words of affirmation. He always had to tell you that he loves you, or anything that showed his love for you in general. You loved it because no one ever made you feel as special as he did.

"I'm not being sentimental, I'm just telling you." Doyoung kissed the back of your hand, making you even more flustered than before. "But I'll stop talking because I know you just want my dick in you."

"You didn't have to put it that way," you laugh. You leaned down, kissing him softly. Doyoung placed his other hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly. Doyoung let go of your hand and placed both of them on your hips. Unconsciously, you started to grind on top of him, lips never leaving his. His hands followed your movements, pushing his hips up to get more friction.

The sound of the rain breathing the windows created the perfect white noise for you to put your focus on him. You pulled away from him, leaning lower to kiss his neck.

"God, I love you so much," he sighed.

"I know you do." You came up and pulled your shirt above your head, throwing it on the floor in front of the couch. You reached to your back, unclipping your bra. Doyoung's gaze never left your body, watching as the fabric fell from your skin exposing your chest. Every time felt like the first time. It didn't matter how many times you undressed yourself in front of him, he would still get excited and nervous all at the same time.

"I'll never get tired of this," he mumbled, eyes going straight to your chest.

"I hope you don't because I'll never get tired of you," you said softly. You lift Doyoung's shirt tugging it up. He lifts his arms helping you get the fabric off of him. You toss the shirt next to yours and shuffle off his lap to remove your pants. Doyoung started doing the same. His hands clumsily undid his belt, fingers unable to properly hold the leather because of how sweaty his fingertips were. You watched him, laughing softly as you moved his hands gently, undoing his belt for him.

"Why do you still get nervous every time," you laughed.

"Because it's you."

Your hands are on his zipper when you stop and look at him. You leaned in, kissing him quickly with a small smile on your face. "We might as well get married now since you wanna be all cute and romantic," you tease.

"But if we do that, you won't get your big princess wedding." The both of you laugh as you pull off his jeans and boxers. You run your hands down his chest, making his breath hitch in his throat slightly. The way your nails raked softly over his skin - he wanted to put a baby in you right at this moment.

You had almost completely forgotten about the storm at that point, just focusing on Doyoung in the candle light. But like always, your small fears had to betray you in some way. You glanced out the window, immediately becoming worried again seeing the trees sway in the wind and - wait, is it hailing now? The loud sound of the balls of nice hitting your window and car in the driveway confirmed your thoughts, making you knit your brows.

"I think it's hailing now, Do."

"I know, but don't worry about it, okay." Doyoung put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Don't worry about anything. Just lay back and let me take care of you." Doyoung gently laid you on the couch, lifting your legs. You and him had discussed having children before, conversation always ending in "I don't know" or "maybe," but right now he was feeling like the answer should be "definitely."

You laid there watching him as he lined himself with your core, eyes lost in the wetness between your legs. Doyoung pushed himself into you, a sigh of relief and pleasure falling from both of your lips. Doyoung moved his hands from your thighs to your ankles, holding them tight in his hands. Your brows knit once he starts thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.

"You remember that conversation we had about kids," he asked, breathing heavily because of the pleasure.

"Mhm," you nod, lip between your teeth.

"I..I changed my mind, I want one… now." Doyoung's other hand found its way to your core, fingers gently toying with your clit as he thrusted. He felt you shiver under his touch, soft moans filling the space of the quiet room. "Wanna put a baby in you so bad.."

You nodded, only half listening to what he was saying. And in all honesty, you wanted it too. You needed it. "Please Doyoung, put a baby in me," you moaned softly.

Doyoung kept thrusting in you slowly, breathy groans leaving his lips. His eyes followed your hands as you brought one to your chest, pinching your nipple, and the other to Doyoung's hand that was in your clit. You followed his movements, pressing his fingers on your clit harder. "Fuck," you whispered. "Faster baby."

Doyoung let go of your ankles, allowing you to readjust yourself on the couch. He leaned down, kissing you passionately as he thrusted. His movements were sharp and deep, the sound of skin slapping playing over your ears instead of the worsening storm outside. You cupped his face, moaning on his lips.

"Fuck..right there," you whined softly.

If he could, he would get your face at the very moment tattooed on his brain. You were so pretty, you were always pretty no matter what. But something about your face when you were under him, letting yourself be vulnerable despite your usual introverted nature was so fascinating to him. You always crumbled at every touch, every word, every sound. And to make matters better, you looked angelic in the candle light.

Your arms were now around his neck, forehead resting on his as the both of you moaned. Doyoung's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He needed to be chest to chest with you, feeling every breath you took. Doyoung slipped into the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on your sweaty skin. You whimpered in his ears, hands in his hair.

"You sound so pretty baby," he mumbled on your skin. "I love it so much."

"D-Doyoung.." The way his name rolled off your tongue almost sent him to the moon. You clenched around him slightly, earning a small raspy whine from him. Doyoung took your left hand and pinned it on the arm of the couch above you. He clasped his hand with yours, squeezing it tightly as if he would lose you if he let it go.

He kissed you once again, tongue dancing with yours. He was so desperate for you and you could feel it. You always felt it, and it always turned you on even more. You never knew Doyoung to be a person who loved physical touch, but after you started dating him, he was like a completely different person, especially in bed. He borderline worshipped, and while it was overwhelming in the beginning, you grew to love and crave more of his attention.

Just as he pulled away, the sudden sound of thunder roared through the sky. The sound was so strong, you felt your house shake at the sound’s vibrations. The sudden noise made you jump, making Doyoung pause his movements for a moment. "You okay," he asked worriedly, scanning your face.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. "I'm okay, it just surprised me a little." You have him a quick kiss moving your arm from around his neck to cup his face. "Keep going."

Doyoung started thrusting again, a low grunt in his throat feeling you squeeze around him again. You were still cupping his face, finger tips lightly brushing his skin with every movement. Doyoung squeezed your hand again, wincing slightly at your nails digging into his skin. Doyoung started fucking into you harder, pulling louder sounds out of you.

"That..that feels good," you said between pants.

"How good baby? Tell me." Doyoung leaned into you neck, teeth nipping softly at your skin. His arm was still wrapped around your back, rubbing circles in your waist.

"Really good," you whimpered. "I'm so close Do."

His brows were knit when he lifted his head from your neck. Doyoung canned your face, a small smile tugging in his lips. He could always tell when you were close. You always tend to cling to his shoulder or grab whatever you were holding tighter, and this time it was both of those things. Your hands gripped his hand and shoulder hard, nails imprinting on his flesh. "Look at me when you cum."

You nodded, trying your best to listen and be good for him. You felt yourself become small under Doyoung's intense gaze, gulping when you felt your body begin to tense up. "Baby, I..I'm gonna.."

And just like that, you came hard squeezing around him hard. Your moans filled the room, body trembling under his when he pulled you closer.

"That's it Y/N. I know that felt good," he cooed. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me," you panted. "I wasn't kidding earlier."

"You sure? I don't mind doing it but-"

"I'm sure Doyoung." You kissed him, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back harder. Doyoung started thrusting into you again, a shudder falling last your lips. You were already sensitive from cumming first, every movement started feeling like an electrical current flowing throughout body.

"Fucking hell," you moaned loudly, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Just a little more baby. Can you take it for me?"

"Anything for you." You were slightly slurring on your words, too overtaken with pleasure. Doyoung kept rocking his body at a steady pace, but his movements were getting rougher and rougher. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck, soft moans and whimpers leaving his lips closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Cum in me Doyoung. Make me yours."

That's all he needed. Doyoung came inside of you hard for the first time. The both of you moaned together, the warm liquid spreading inside you. Doyoung clung to your body, still holding your body close to his like you would run away from him. His breathing was heavy along with yours, breaths tickling your neck. Doyoung let go of your hand but stayed on your palm simply resting it.

"I can't believe we actually did that," he said giving you a soft tired chuckle.

"Well I can." You kissed the top of his head, nuzzling your nose in his hair.

"Are you..sure you're okay with me cumming inside you? That seemed like such a heat of the moment thing," he questioned.

"It was, but I don't regret it."

Doyoung lifted his body off of yours, staring down at your tired face. You had a happy, content look on your face, like you waited for this to happen. Just when he was about to say something thunder roared again. He looked over to the window, seeing that the hail stopped and all that was left was horrible rain. This time you didn't jump because you were so distracted by the mere thought of a mini Doyoung running around your house.

"The hail stopped.."

"I love you."

A soft laugh escapes your lips speaking at the same time as him. You licked your lips, smiling at his flustered expression. "Why are you getting embarrassed?"

"You said that out of nowhere," he said, blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Your naked and inside of me. And when you pull out, your-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. I shouldn't be embarrassed about it," he chuckled. Doyoung kissed you softly, smiling in your lips. "I love you too."

"Good. Now what are we naming our children?"

Doyoung gave you an amused look, trying to lift himself off your body only for you to pull him back down. "Y/N, we'll talk about that when I get off you."

"But I want you close," you pout.

"Okay, fine. If we have a girl, I like the name Sarah," he said, giving into your question.

"And a boy?"

"I just want girls."

"Do, that's not how it works-"

"I said what I said."

[illuminiscentboba]

kitchen waltz : akaashi keiji x reader

tags: fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship

you look silly, shimmying at your desk, your headphones barely sticking to your head with the sharpness of your movement.

another one of your favorites, akaashi notes. he props his chin on his hand as he watches you, an idle smile playing on his lips.

you guys have very similar tastes but he isn't sure what he thinks of your discography these days, as some of your favorite songs are breakup songs or label men demons that should be sacrificed to the volcano.

his heart does a funny flip when you hop out of your seat singing and rapping the lyrics with passionately, never enough you claim.

he watches with amusement as you stroll over to him, and pretend he's the boy theyre discussing breaking up with in the song. here you are before him, pointing in his face, casting a faux look of disgust with your eyes gliding up and down his figure.

he lets his jaw drop, turning away, in his seat, pretending to be offended as your disgusted persona wobbles in your failing efforts to hold in your smile.

you love it when he matches your energy, with his arms folded but a smile playing on his lips he replies, "I pay our rent" after you sing a lyric about broke men, "I don't lie or cheat." among many other accusations.

He successfully defends himself and his comebacks a little too quick...which means you probably got this one stuck in his head too. his silly quips and pleading to be spared make it all the more amusing.

he claims to hate it but randomly mumbles lyrics when working from home and even as he types away at work but how can he not enjoy the show with you as the star?

last time he was fed up with the countless breakup songs back to back to back standing up from his spot to plead with you "how about you love me now?...alexa play that boy is mine...god...any version is fine!"

he watches with hope as your overexaggerated movements from before still, changing into a slow, alluring stride.

it must be a love song.

he uses his knuckles to hide his growing grin.

he can't help but get shy whenever you serenade him, his ears turning pink with the lyrics and your touch.

he loves being your muse, the boyfriend, the love interest in the narrative you present to him. more than that though, he loves to add quips that make you blush. "i'll take you up on that." or "you can have a taste", he is unsufferable.

he is helpless when you hand cups his chin, staring into his eyes, the words mine, want and love falling off your tongue like honey. you press your forehead against his, and now he can hear the song.

its one of his favorites.

" you want me so bad," he teases as you pull at him to get up and dance with you. you stop, narrowing your eyes at him but he knows the next lyric. "I think about you almost every day" he hums in that smooth, velvety voice of his, enunciating the last part. it distracts you for a moment and you want to hear more.

but still, you leap on the opportunity "why not every single day?" you lean close to him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your antics, lifting himself out of his chair to dance with you, pressing the disconnect button on your headphones. "fine...i'll clock in on fridays too."

the song changes once more and you go back to seducing...you mean serenading him, singing about his lips and he's peppering your face with kisses. body to body? he's got that figured out for you.

you're fighting for your life as a particularly dirty song comes on. by this point, you guys are both giggling as you try to get out the lyrics. he spins you, and does a dramatic dip, whispering very innappropriate responses to the prompts.

who's wooing who at this point? your face is a tomato, a few shades away from his and frankly, he's way too smug for your liking. your headphones, suddenly reconnect, a silence falling on the room while your temporarily deafened.

you scramble for the volume button as he pushes them off your head. "y/n! are you okay?"

your still wincing, rubbing your ears. he inspects them with a frown on his face, after water damage from the storm the month before they have been malfunctioning sporadically.

"we really need to get you new headphones..."

"i don't want to part with them just yet though." you mutter dejectedly. your headphones go silent and you think it may be broken for good but nope, the next song was beginning.

"I don't think we were finished yet, were we?" you take his hand, grinning as you two took to a slow sway, and he fails to hold in the warmth overflowing his system and the leaned in close to the smile that captivates him every morning.

"I never want this to end" you murmur as he presses your lips together. he didn't have a quick quip this time or a response, the lyrics from the songs prior coming back to him. your hands are lost in his hair as he pulls you impossible closer, a layer of hunger coming undone.

he leans back to admire you once you two come up for air. "it doesn't need to" he says, shifting your hair behind his ear. he leans forward for another in a trance, the music truly setting the scene.

until it doesn't.

the music comes to a sudden halt, the glow of your laptop suddenly turning black.

"noooo, keiji, you jinxed it!"

"we jinxed it." he corrects you, quick to cue the song on his phone.

[isofien]

boyfriend.

CONTENT WARNING : pet names, mentions of violence

A/N : these are just headcannons // drabbles

- iso is the type to have multiple playlists for different opportunities. 1v1 playlist? check. ace playlist? check. clutch playlist? check.

- iso, the type of boyfriend to share his headphones with you and change the song according to his situation. if he got a kill? kill playlist. if he got injured? hurt playlist.

- iso is the type to have a soft spot for you. he’s not open on pda but will hold your hand. he will be cold, distant slightly to everyone but you. your the only one he’s soft too.

- iso is the type to get jealous very easily. his love is yandere like sometimes. someone’s too close? expect an ‘accidentally’ attack towards them.

- iso is the type to teach you mandarin // chinese but only teaches you popular or sweet names or phrases such as i love you or my love.

- iso is the type to randomly spoil you some days, listening to your rants and taking mental notes. on some days he will take you to a shopping centre and hold // pay for everything.

- iso’s sad music taste mainly consists of keshi, starfall, joji, and slcld.

- iso’s battlefield playlist on the battlefield is odetari, lumi athena, 9lives, and jnhygs.

- iso’s main playlist is with ericdoa, glaive, lieu, and numl9ck

- iso is the type to make playlists for you or dedicated to you. either it being, ‘songs that remind me of her’ or ‘her.’ most of the songs being your music tastes or his.

- iso is the one to put you above anything. you get shot on the battlefield? he is dropping his fight and running to you or hurrying you to cover so he can hold and patch you up.

- he loves you like a black cat, silent but deadly. listens to you and used to like being alone but that changed when he met his yellow cat. you.