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wakeup01 · 28 days ago

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Dronezoned

“As you can see here, the ancient Egyptians once believed that mummification was a form of…” The narrator droned on from the television speaker.

“Sigh.” Rae bemoaned next to you on the couch, with exasperation. “Bud, I hate to say it, but I think I’m demoting you to drone status.” The TV suddenly switches off, half way through the latest episode of ‘Historic World’.

“What….I….why?” You sit up in a panic and glance across at your young friend. You had met him a couple of months back and found him immediately charming, and admittedly, rather cute. But it quickly became clear how high maintenance and demanding the 24 year old could be. A fact that was solidified when he had described his expectations of his friends, and the consequences of letting him down.

He turns towards you momentarily, his piercing eyes affording you a second of their time before he leans back and stretches his arms. “Look, you’re just not great ‘best friend’ material. Weekly episodes of ‘Historic World’ topped with yet another superhero movie? Death would be a more exciting prospect. Face it, you’re kinda boring.” Rae places a hand softly upon your shoulder, as if he was delivering bad news about a family member. “Even Charlie had more going for him, and he liked painting those little models. Now? Now he’s a drone that likes being my big butt’s seat. You understand.” Rae smiled at you warmly, it was a look that scarcely disguised the weight of his words.

“No—please! I can do better. Give me a chance to prove myself. I don’t want to be like the oth—others.” You stammer erratically, recalling the time he proudly showed you his previous bff ‘rejects’. Imagining the same thing happening to you causes you to shudder.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. ‘Give me a chance to prove myself’. Wah wah. Dull as dishwater dude. I gave you a shot and it just doesn’t work.” Rae explains with fake resignation, slowly getting to his feet. “Oh well, let’s get this over with then.”

“Just wait. Bud—we can work this-“

*snap*

Your pleas immediately screech to a holt, like slamming the brakes at a red light. His snapping fingers inexplicably steal your undivided attention. Your eyes going crosseyed at his outstretched hand.

“Engage. Stand up.” You go to laugh, but your legs involuntarily lift you from the couch. “Good. Face towards me.”

“R—Rae! What’s ha—happening? Why am—“

“Talking mode off.” Your mouth snaps shut the second the words leave his lips. “Dude. I kinda thought this might be the case. I had you chipped about a month back. You know, when you thought you got stung by a bee. God, you were annoying then too.”You wriggle slightly on the spot as he openly chastises your apparent ‘inadequacies’. “Makes this whole tedious ordeal much easier. Now, come on, be a good drone and take those clothes off before we both die from sheer boredom.”

You tell yourself you will absolutely not strip in front of your attractive friend. What you tell yourself and what your body does, however, is a different matter. Your hands feverishly remove every item of clothing as if you were on fire.

“I’ve never seen you move with such excitement before. Sure you’re not into this already? Your dick is hard bud, how humiliating.” You blush as you feel cold air brush against your nethers. “Hm? Maybe you want to be my ddf, my dumb drone forever? Hehe.” He teases while trying to hold back a wide grin.

He walks up to your frozen body and snaps a metal ring like device around your neck. It tightens against your body. “Trust me dude, you’ll be much better like this. More…interesting.” Your eyes follow a shimmering wave of squeaking rubber as it travels down from your neck, passing over your chest and stretching over your groin. Turning everything it touches into smooth plastic. Your dick begins to swell to a unbelievable size, feeling like the most intense erection of your life. Your cock embarrassingly hardens, bounces and slaps against your stomach. You see the flared tip pointing up at you, the sunlight reflecting off its unnatural surface. There was no denying it, it looked like a plastic sex toy. For all intents and purposes, your dick was a huge rubber dildo. Your veins were moulded onto the shape.

The wave travels all the way down to your feet, encasing your toes in the slick substance. Your new shiny skin felt too tight for your body, as if it was being vacuumed sealed. It pushes on you until your physique begins to match the other drones Rae had shown you. Giving you a basic set of abs on a slim frame, and inflating your butt into a firm round bubble. Rae sure had a type…

The rubber slips between your enlarged butt cheeks and invades your entrance. Your insides are coated and ribbed, becoming a slick chute with a clear purpose. Your body instinctively pushes your hips out, making your rear entrance spread out enticingly behind you. The humorous pose - much to your own chagrin, felt comfortable and befitting for your newly uneven body proportions. You were essentially a living fuck doll, inside and out.

Humiliating as it was - standing to attention, with your butt on display at your friend’s whims; you really needed to cum. You’d surrender just about anything right now to blow a load. You needed relief from this aching, pulsing sensation that racked the space between your legs. Teetering on the edge, a single touch would cause you to explode. Hell, a light breeze would probably suffice. The dull throbbing made your groin subtly rut back and forth at the air, trying to find some feedback.

Attempting to keep yourself together, you momentarily shake away the pleasure coming from your dildo. You cringe as you look pleadingly at Rae, praying that he’ll reconsider. Or maybe just let you cum at least…

“No, no this doesn’t work for me. Bleh. Sorry bud, but I’m revoking your facial privileges.”

‘My what’, you think, before the answer quickly presents itself. The sensation was like no other, feeling your lips meld together, ears flattening against your head. And then, then your face effortlessly smoothes over, like a wave washing over it, blurring all the details as your features fade into the rubber. The hair on your scalp slips free and falls to the carpet like a wig. Your face had been left completely blank, like a mannequin.

“Go on, feel it. It’s amazing.”

On request, your fingers run across your face. Your plasticised skin is incredibly sensitive. Senses had seemingly been enhanced. Every touch sends a jolt to your oversized dick. You desperately try and find your mouth, your nose….your eyes. But it’s like stroking the surface of a rubber ball. You had been stripped of your identity! A burst of anxiety overwhelms you, but at the same time, a weird sense of contentment. Your face, it was, it was gone. Blank. Anonymous. Smooth. Smooth. So unbelievably smooth. It felt….nice.

“Let’s see…you look the part. Now lets demote that whole ‘friendship’ status. I think you’re ready to be wiped. That ‘blah’ personality needs to go. Say goodbye ‘bud’. Drone. Purge.”

For a millisecond you wonder what he means and then your back stiffens like a plank, the most intense pleasure shoots up your groin and is expelled out of your rubberised dildo dick.

PURGE.

You climax on command. Cum splashes across your sleek chest and showers around you. Your mind is drowned in a fuzzy haze of pure horniness, one that shows no sign of clearing. A whirlpool swirls in your head, washing away the thoughts caught in its pull. No post nut clarity greets you as you lose yourself to the emptiness. Quite literally lose yourself, your identity and everything you ever held true squirted out of your dildo. Your dull, barely noteworthy personality dribbling down onto the floor into an embarrassingly small pool.

P U R G E.

You attempt to think, to think of anything. To bring forth a single concept, an idea. But it’s all for naught. There is *nothing* to think about. Not a single idea left in your brainwashed head. Quite literally washed, washed clean. Your mind is stuffed with pure nothingness, thoughtlessness, an overwhelming absence that fills you to your core and becomes everything you are and ever will be. You are no longer a person, an ‘It’. A thing. A husk. ‘You’ are gone.

YOU ARE PURGED.

YOU ARE DRONE.

IT IS ACTIVATED.

“Drone wiped.” A monotone voice announces. Yours? It sounded like it was coming out of a small speaker. After all, drones don’t have mouths. “Relationship demotion complete. Drone status achieved.”

“Geez. About time…” your fr—master groans, rolling his eyes.

The concept of ‘friend’ was now unknown to you, friendship was something between two equals. You were not equal. A single word takes precedent over your mind. OWNER. He was your owner. A master of charm and taste. He was perfect in every conceivable way. Every facet of his being was mesmerising. You were awestruck to even share the same space as him. He was everything. And you were just his simple drone.

“Yeah, this suits you much better. What’s your new designation, drone?”

“Drone AS032. Sir.”

“Yeaaaaaahhh. I’m not gonna remember all that. I guess I could write it down, but eh. Why bother? I gave up on distinguishing my individual drones a while back. There’s just too many at this point. You’ll all identical anyway.” He shrugs apathetically.

“Of course S—Sir” You reply, stuttering slightly. Was that really all you were? All you were…to him? Surely you were better than all the others. You feel a sudden swell of concern hit you, something felt wrong.

“Oh. Still resisting there? Impressive, but I know a little trick that’ll help. Wanna see?” Rae steps forward and then reaches down to your groin. With a loud *pop* he removes your ridiculous looking cock. Simultaneously, you feel a similar pop in your head, like a radical change in air pressure. It felt amazing, a permanent sensation of being high. Floating like a balloon in the sky, filled with nothing but air. Your doubts dissipate faster than they appeared. Of course you were just a simple toy, how could you think otherwise? Just look at your cock. It was unmistakably a dildo. Your cartoonishly large balls were fused to the base, looking full. You could feel them in his hand, his fingers brushing over the hardened surface. Every touch was a lesson in frustration; feeling on the cusp of relief but the possibility being completely denied. Without the phallic protrusion, your groin was just smooth shiny plastic with an unremarkable bump.

“Cock toy detached.” You announce redundantly, while Rai marvels at your enlarged plastic rod. He places it down beside the couch, the tip pointing straight up as it sits on the flat base.

“See, that’s better. Drone. Activate service mode.” A pleasant tingle converges on your head, filling it with an intense desire of subservience. To submit without question. “Loosen rear entry. Hm, you’re so much more interesting like this. Don’t you agree Drone?”

“Yes sir. It exists to serve.” You obey, pulling apart your cheeks with your hands as your ribbed pleasure hole automatically stretches wide.

“Whatever. I just need to fuck you and then we’re done.” Rae remarks coldly, removing his clothes. The sight of his bare muscled chest is only a reminder of his superiority, you couldn’t help but feel amazed in its presence. That was doubly true when all 8 inches of his glorious dick rose into view. Unlike your own, his was demonstrably *real*; something you would soon have proven to you firsthand.

“Yes sir.” You repeat. Betraying no hint of personality. Incapable of saying anything else. Your body leans forward slightly while master Rae’s hands roughly grip your sides. Whatever small part of your old self that might remain is about to be fucked, fucked throughly out of existence. That little voice - no longer in control, would have to sit and watch themselves be initiated into their new role as a glorified sex doll.

“Darn. I always forget something.” Master bends you further over, and then subsequently pushes something cold against your hips. “A drone isn’t complete without fuck handles. You know, for when you get FUCKED.” You don’t see them, but you can feel a set of pliable rubber bars fuse to your body. His fingers then wrap around them, positioning you like you were a mere toy. The anticipation was palpable.

And then it just happens. Without a word, Rae dispassionately fucks you from behind. His thick cock easily sliding back and forth without resistance. Only the plapping of your plastic rear echoes in the room. He uses you in the same way one would use a fleshlight. That was basically what you were after all. With a lone grunt, master unceremoniously cums inside you, his seed filling up your rear cavity. He hastily pulls out and lets his juice slowly slide out from between your huge round cheeks. You continue to just stand there, joyously being debased as you feel your hole become frustratingly empty. Empty like your head.

“Well done, drone. Here’s a reward.” The compliment lit your tiny world alight with satisfaction.

With a sudden jolt, Master Rae kindly pushes your own dildo cock into your rear, your balls resting against your smooth parted cheeks. You could feel it nestled inside of you, as if you were fucking yourself. It was - to put it simply, an odd sensation. Your body couldn’t help but rock slightly back and forth, pushing your rear outward before clenching around your shaft. The slightest of movements brought about unbelievable pleasure to your hardened rod, but there was still no sign of relief. It did, however, make sure to keep you appropriately docile. You desperately needed to be given instructions.

“It exists to serve.” You admit once again with complete submission to your flawless owner. He had successfully claimed you as his own. Standing with your legs together and your cock throbbing inside your ass.

“Sigh. I guess. Drone…footstool mode.” Rae utters with pure indifference as he sits back down on the couch, turning the television on again. “At least now you have some use.”

“And that’s how they became what pop culture commonly refers to them as…” The shows flat narrator continues before the channel quickly switches, being replaced by the sounds of a loud action scene and gunfire bouncing around the room.

“Yes sir.” You fall to your knees in front of him as he leans back in his seat. Your dildo is lodged further up your hole. His legs lift and rest his big feet on your nulled face. Even without a physical nose you can still smell his sweaty boy soles. You were proud he deemed you worthy of such a honour. The scent makes your dildo cock rhythmically pulse inside you. Your body locks into position, seizing up like a statue. Your arms lifting up to hold his legs in place. He turns the television up and completely disregards your existence below him as he taints you with his foot stench. You were just happy to be of use to your master. To worship him like a god. You would stay here for eternity if he asked you to. Not that you would have a choice anyway.

….

“Oh crap, look at the time. It’s been half an hour already.” Rae sits up, shoving his ripe toes over your head. “Damn. You know where the other drones are kept right? I’m sure there’s space in there for one more mindless, obedient, pathetic reject drone. And hurry up. I’ve got a new best friend candidate coming by and you already stink of feet dude.”

“Yes sir.” You obey, without a hint of hesitation.

“Oh - before I forget, engage mute mode.” He quickly adds, loudly pulling open a bag of chips. As instructed, you say nothing in response. Instead you quietly get up from the ground and begin to move towards a familiar door, a door that just an hour ago would have filled you with dread. Now though, you open it without concern, delivering yourself to your new storage space, walking down the stairs into the dim basement. Every step caused your hips to sway, squeezing your hole around the plastic cock filling your insides. The scent of master Rae still wafts around your face. You hear the sounds of masters other playthings shuffling around in the dark as you join your place amongst them, feeling their smooth blank bodies brush against yours. The crowded room sits in silence, patiently waiting to be of service again. Or until the next boring friend is deservedly added to the group.

After all, he was right - you’re far more interesting like this. Like a dutiful piece of furniture. An object he would - on rare occasions, use to rest his sweaty feet upon or, if you’re lucky, to empty his hefty balls inside of. That was the purpose he deemed fitting for you. That personality you had just got in the way, not that you had much of one to start with. Even still, Master Rae had been very kind to fix that. Purging your boring identity to leave beautifully pristine nothing in its wake.

You feel your own cock shudder inside your gaping rear as you wistfully think of your new owner. At him successfully demoting you to drone status. A sensation obviously shared by the rest of his drones, as they vibrate all around you in bliss - indulging in the joy of sheer emptiness.

#transformation #brainwashing #dumbing down #feet #gay #drone tf #drone

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devildomwriter · 1 year ago

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Every “I Love You” Vol 1-4

Lucifer

22-C

Lucifer: “I love you. Truly and deeply.”

28-15

Lucifer: “I never knew I could feel this way. I never knew I had such passion inside me. MC…I love you.”

28-19 (2)

Lucifer: “MC, I love you. Well, we may not be on stage now, but I’m happy to say it again. As many times as you’d like. I love you, MC. Truly and deeply…”

38-9

Lucifer: “I love you, MC. Truly. As much as I’d like my memory back, and to remember everything that’s happened, there’s something I want even more… I want to know how you feel about me.”

38-9 (2)

Lucifer: “I love you, too. With all my heart. How many times have I told you that before? Because I want to tell you so many more times that my old self did. …In fact, no matter how many times I might say it, I feel like it will never be enough. I love you, MC. Kiss me. If I told you that I actually feel jealous of the old me, would you laugh…?”

40-22

Lucifer: “I love you, MC. There’s no need to say goodbye. Because we’ll see each other again. Soon.”

41-19

Lucifer: “I love you… It’s strange… We haven’t been apart long at all, yet it feels like it’s been a century. Why is that?”

Mammon

25-17

Mammon: “MC…! You’re the best! You never let me down, and it’s just…amazing! YOU’RE amazing! I love you, MC! More than I’ve ever loved anyone!”

29-12 (2)

Mammon: “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN’T STAND IIIIT!”

MC: “…?!”

Mammon: “I want to [CENSORED], [CENSORED], and [CENSORED] like there’s no tomorrow!”

33-14

Mammon: “Like, what it I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh?!”

33-14

Mammon: “I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest! I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

33-14

Mammon: “And I like you, MC. …I love you, actually. So, what about you? Come on, say you feel the same way, MC.”

33-14

Mammon: “Yeah…I love you too. Like, so much it’s crazy. I mean I love Lucifer and my other brothers too. I love ‘em to death, honestly. But with you it’s different. It’s special…”

43-15

Mammon: “Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you MC! And I’ll NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!”

53-9

Mammon: “I love you, MC! And I’d take you over money any day!”

Leviathan

48-4

Leviathan: “Um…listen, MC… …Thanks. I love you, too. And I really appreciate that you’d say that to me. But that’s also why I want to learn to take pride in myself. Because I want you to love me even more than you already do…”

48-9

Leviathan: “…Ugh, what do I do? I’m not so sure I want to let you go after all. You’d better leave before I change my mind. Oh, but make sure to come back once you’re done with whatever it is, okay? …I love you, MC.”

Satan

21-14

Satan: “Mm, it finally feels real now. You really are back. I love you, MC. Welcome home.”

42-10

Satan: “After all, you already have me. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Isn’t that right? I love you, MC…”

Asmodeus

13-20

Asmodeus: “Hehe, I knew that already. I love you too, MC. Though I think I’d rather have you tell me that while lying next to me in bed.”

19-70

Asmodeus: *sigh* “Oh, wow. All you did was kiss me, and I feel like I’ve died and gone to the Celestial Realm…! I love you, MC… I love you more than anything!

22-10

Asmodeus: “Mmhm… I feel the same way. I love you too, MC. I absolutely adore you!”

31-2

Asmodeus: “Hehe. I love you, MC. So much it’s crazy…”

31-2

Asmodeus: “Oh MC! I love you SO MUCH!”

32-19

Asmodeus: “Whaaat? You mean I can’t kiss you? Ugh, you’re so meeean! Still, I just can’t help loving you! I love you SO MUCH, MC!”

34-1

Asmodeus: “MC, does that mean you believe me? Hehe, you’re absolutely adorable. I love you so much, MC!”

39-18

Asmodeus: “I love you SO MUCH. More than words can describe…”

41-7

Asmodeus: “I love you so much, I can barely contain myself… Ugh, I can’t take this any longer…”

54-1

Asmodeus: “Wait, are you saying I don’t need to use my powers on you? You just find me naturally charming? Oh MC, you’re SO sweet! I love you to death!”

60-22

Asmodeus: “MC, you’re so adorable. I love you, and I’m going to miss you so much. It’s going to be unbearable…”

67-9

Asmodeus: “Hehe, thank you! Oh MC, there aren’t even words to describe how much I love you.”

67-9

Asmodeus: “I thought I’d use my butt to express just how I feel about you, MC. I love you, and I want you to know it.”

Beelzebub

45-18

Beelzebub: “Mm… …Okay, I was wrong. I don’t actually like you. I love you.”

46-19

Beelzebub: “You remember when I gave you my star, right? And now here you are giving ME a star… I promise that I’ll always treasure it. Always and forever… I love you, MC.”

69-17

Beelzebub: “Well, it’s the same with me. You’re always on my mind. I love you, MC…”

80-10

Beelzebub: “I’ve been waiting so long to do this… For it to be just the two of us alone… I love you, MC…”

Belphegor

20-11

Belphegor: “But even if you go back to the human world, I’ll always love you, MC. Because there’s no one else like you anywhere. Not in the Devildom, not in the Celestial Realm, not in the human world.”

41-14

Belphegor: “I love you, MC. You have no idea how much…”

55-18

Belphegor: “Come on, try to keep still. …Here, let me put my arms around you. I love you, MC. …I love you so much, it’s crazy.”

80-10

Belphegor: “I mean, I can’t go to sleep now. Not when it would mean missing out on this… I love you, MC…”

Simeon

52-17

Simeon: “Here, let me look into your eyes. I love you, MC… The question is, how do you feel about me?”

71-17

Simeon: “You know that one song that’s been really popular with everyone at RAD lately? Well, it sums up how I feel about you perfectly. It goes like this. “I was wandering, hurt, lost in an endless night, and you reached out to me… Nestled against each other, we wished that morning would never come. No one can know, no one can know. But I love you so deeply it hurts”…”

71-17

Simeon: “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been hoping to hear you say that. Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you, MC.”

Diavolo

56-18

Diavolo: “If you’d be okay with it, I’d actually like it if we could do this sort of thing more often. You know, spend more time together. I’m just going to come out and say it, MC… The truth is…I love you

56-18

Diavolo: “I love you so much. You’re so, so precious to me that I can barely take it. Can I kiss you?”

56-18

Diavolo: “I love you, MC. And I’m so happy to know you feel the same way about me. Thank you.”

56-18

Diavolo: “Well, even if you don’t have feelings for me, that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I still love you

80-14

Diavolo: “It’s hard getting you alone. After all, wherever you go, Lucifer and his brothers are sure to be nearby. But right now I have you all to myself… I love you, MC…”

Ranks

1. Asmodeus (13)

2. Lucifer/Mammon (9)

3. Diavolo (5)

4. Beelzebub/Belphegor/Simeon (4)

5. Leviathan/Satan (2)

6. Solomon/Thirteen/Barbatos/Mephistopheles/Michael/Raphael (0)

#Solomon and Barbatos never say it directly but it’s heavily implied #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me thanks #obey me request #obey me quotes #obey me compilations

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year ago

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Control - Yandere!Incubus!Jisung

Yandere AU & Incubus AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Jisung X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,658

Warnings: Violent thoughts at one point and implied murder, very smutty themes (he's essentially in the middle of the act with you while this is going on hehe). Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I'M BACK BABEEEYYYYYYYY!!!! Lmaoo it's been forever since I've posted anything, or at least, it feels that way, so I hope this can satiate you all for a bit. Things have been a bit slow, but I'm feeling good about this one, better than I have been with my writing for a while. Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Tenth of The Feral Drabbles

You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this… to complete ravage you and claim you as my own.

A blissful sigh escapes my lips as I look down upon the wondrous sight that is you, naked and spread out beneath me. Months of meticulous planning have finally all come to a head as I run my hands up your sides, caressing your body like I’ve always dreamed.

Finally, you are mine, just as I’ve always been yours.

Long since have I been watching you, keeping an eye out for anything and everything that might spark an interest for me in you. You see, my sort of clientele deserve a certain… care when I decide to take them on. The seduction is all part of the thrill of the game.

But you? Oh, you?

You are most certainly not a game. No… You are everything I’ve ever desired, and so much more…

All of the others were easy to figure out, some flowers here, some compliments there, and poof, I had them right where I wanted them. Yet, you made me work for it. You made me earn it, and by the time I did, I could never hope to accept anybody else but you.

You are now my sole desire in this godforsaken universe. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need.

You see, Darlin’, you have this smile… A smile that just lights up the entire room whenever its radiance graces your features. It’s brilliant, and the first time I ever saw it, I was captivated. The way your eyes crinkle during such an expression of joy set my heart racing. An odd, and rather foreign feeling, as I’ve never experienced anything quite like it before.

I had to have it for myself.

Sure, there’s been other times where my clients have smiled at me - smugly, flirtatiously, genuinely - but none of them were you. You have a certain charm that’s addicting, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that smile would look like gracing your features because of me.

I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to make you happy. More than all of that, though, I wanted to know what that smile would look like pulling at your features as you gazed down upon me, my tongue buried in that tight, wet heat of yours. Perhaps, even what it would look like as I intertwined our fingers together, hearing you sigh in bliss, begging me for more as I made you come over, and over, and over again. For me, and me alone.

That smile would become a product of my love for you, in whatever ways it could. Soon, it would be only reserved for me, and not that fucking coworker of yours that seemed overtly friendly with you. They really enjoyed cracking jokes, didn’t they? Not so funny when it’s their skull cracking instead…

But, I digress… what I had to do to ensure you fell into my arms after all this time is my own business. You don’t ever have to worry about a single thing.

You even seemed to have a soft spot for animals, so it became nothing for me to start walking the dogs under our care just as an excuse to see you. They love you, almost as much as I do, you know. They know you’re mine, and they’ll protect you, and care for you almost as fiercely as I will now. They know that no one is allowed to touch you but me. We have to protect such a delicate being, after all.

Gentle… you’re always so gentle…

But you have a dominant streak in you, don’t you, Darlin’? You enjoy taking control, especially earlier in the night when I had you in my lap.

Fuck- just thinking about those plush thighs around me as your hips shifted above my own has me twitching again in anticipation. I can’t get the feeling of your hands off of my skin, your fingertips having burnt trails of passion all over my shoulders as you attempted to ground yourself by holding onto me. I can still see the way your head tossed back in bliss, your movements stuttering as you came just from the friction alone.

You don’t need to be embarrassed. I came, too. I always come, even just to the mere thought of you.

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Oh, but I let you have your fun. I let you take control, and was it ever a sight to behold. To be able to indulge with you in these desires of yours has filled me with no greater joy. Seeing you take control like that…

I was made for you, Darlin’, and you were made for me. Never shall we be parted again. I won’t allow it. You are mine, and I am yours. Now, until forever.

The shock on your face after I told you that it was now ‘my turn’, well… it still has such a warmth building in my chest. It made me think, though, that perhaps you’re not used to receiving the love you deserve. I’ll deal with those other fools that dared make you believe you weren’t worth the same love and care you show them later. Right now, I want to focus on you.

Oh, the way my body comes alive at the feeling of your hands all over me. Every stuttered breath, every whimpered moan, is yours. Your name is made to fall from my lips, as mine is made to be graced by yours. You should know, all of my reactions are of the purest variety I can offer, for you and you alone.

I just hope you will do the same, and from the way your eyelids continue to flutter in bliss, I can tell this will be the case.

That’s it, Darlin’, feel my hands caressing every part of you. Let your body come alight beneath my touch, squirming and begging for more.

I will give it to you. I will always give it to you. Right now, though, I want to take my time.

To think, someone who’s always prided himself on his professionalism could be reduced to mere tatters at the very thought of you. For too long I have been fantasizing about what I would do to you if given the chance - an occupational hazard, if I do say so myself - but never have I ever felt anything this intense.

My life is yours, Darlin’. You own my very soul. Every breath, every thought, every desire I have is yours. Yours to fulfill, yours to own, yours to keep. It always and forever will be.

Yes, feel my lips against your skin, feel the way my tongue darts out to taste your pulse. This racing heart, that hitch in your breath, are all because of me.

I’ve only just begun…

Let my fingers trace over ever dip, let my hands map out every curve. I want to find all the spots on your body that have you gasping, and then I want to make you tremble from the slightest of my touches. Let me please you in all of the ways I know how, in all of the ways that I am known for.

Darlin’, you know my horns are sensitive…

Oh, but you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Your playful giggle says it all. You still want to be in control…

Just relax, Darlin’. Let me take care of you.

The hitch in your breath as you see my fangs only makes my cock ache for you that much more. And that full body shudder at my nails grazing your sides? Perfection.

My breath hitches. You- you’re begging for me? You want me?

Who am I to deny the most beautiful divinity I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon.

Don’t be shy now, Darlin’. You asked for it.

Just look at the way my fingers sink into those luscious thighs of yours. Fuck- you really are made for me… and this gorgeous, weeping cunt… is this all for me?

All because of me? Darlin’, you shouldn’t have! You know how insatiable you make me.

I swear, you were created just to tempt me. To make me succumb to the deepest of desires so I could please you to the fullest extent of my own abilities. Every lick, every suck, is for you, and I can never get enough of this sweet nectar that flows from your very core, intoxicating me with just a single taste.

Give it to me.

I want your everything.

You like when I growl against this pretty pussy, don’t you, Darlin’? Well, what if I pull you closer and do it again? Oh, that made you clench around my tongue, didn’t it?

Do it again…

Again…

More…

More! Give me more!

Feed this beast inside of me who yearns for you!

Yes! Give your all to me!

Let me see you fall apart on my tongue…

That’s it, Darlin’, feel the way I suckle this sensitive little clit between my lips. Moan for me as I let my tongue delve through those soft, wet folds of yours. Make me drunk on you, and then make it so I can never dream of wanting another. Only you.

I’ll let you in on a little secret… you already do.

Such a luscious body, Darlin’, and all mine to hold. All mine to touch, to please, to sink my fangs into and mark you as mine over, and over, and over again.

That right, grab onto my horns, pull me in closer as your thighs shake around my head. Don’t fucking stop until you’ve taken everything you’ve wanted from me, and then some.

My body was made to please you.

That is truly my greatest desire.

After all, Darlin’, you’re the one that’s still in control.

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prettiestlovergirl · 1 year ago

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hii! its tots fine if no but could you maybe do some fluff with basketball player luke and like him tryinh to teach you how to play?🙈

i read basketball & fluff and my one tree hill obsessed heart started singing. YES, ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS <3333 have to preface this by saying that i know like nothing about basketball, though. i am a strictly baseball-hockey girl myself sdjfhskdjfh. my knowledge is limited but i will do my best, hehe. she's short and sweet. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

"you might be the worst player i have ever seen, and i once watched grover try to play." your boyfriend, luke castellan, chuckled unhelpfully from behind you.

you and luke had been going out for a couple of months now and honestly? you'd never been happier. he'd made you feel so welcome your first week of camp and every day since, he'd made you feel safe and cared for.

you were basically luke's dream girl. you were funny, caring, charming, and you had very quickly become his safe space. your one big flaw, however, was that you couldn't play basketball for shit.

the two of you had been playing horse on the camp court and you were failing... miserably. luke already had H-O-R-S and you... had no letters. yeah, you were that bad.

"in the words of annabeth: statistically speaking, you should have at least gotten one by now." he grinned, his smile only growing wider when you turned around to glare at him.

"oh, fuck off! not all of us are basketball superstars!" you huffed, but you couldn't help but laugh along with him. this was part of why you cared about him so much, he could always make you laugh despite yourself.

"if this is the best you can do, i don't think we can see each other anymore. makes me look bad." he laughed, quickly getting up from the bench he was on to avoid getting hit with the ball you tossed at him.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding! c'mere." he laughed, beckoning you toward him with that easy smile you loved. "i can't do it, basketball is not one of my many skills! quit on me, castellan, i'll only slow you down." you sighed dramatically.

"alright, drama queen. you can, just trust me." luke stated, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. "square your shoulders, to the basket." he instructed, watching as you begrudgingly did as told, lips formed in a little pout.

"now, you gotta bring the ball up right past your nose like this, okay?" he instructed, demonstrating exactly what to do with his own arms, ball in hand as you went through the motion with him.

"bend your knees a little." he corrected, holding the ball out for you to grab before stepping behind you. "relax your hips..." he murmured, gently placing his hands on you and leaning down to your ear to make sure you could still hear him... and also to be a romantic sap.

"and... just shoot." he stated, eyes watching you while you eyed the hoop suspiciously. "that's it? just shoot?" you asked, voice a little breathy as you turned your head a bit to look at him. "just shoot." he repeated with a nod.

"well, here goes nothing." you sighed, bending your knees a little more before bending a little and letting the ball fly out of your hands and... right into the net.

"holy shit" you breathed, grin breaking out onto your face as you turned to look at your smiling, slightly cocky boyfriend. "told you so." he smirked, grunting a bit on impact as you flung your arms around him with a laugh.

"okay, maybe you can be right sometimes." you relented, sighing dramatically like it was the hardest thing you'd ever have to admit. "that's very big of you, babe." he chuckled, eyes shining with adoration as he looked at you.

"now, do it a few more times and maybe you'll catch up to me." luke hummed, jogging leisurely to go pick up the ball from it's spot by the bench.

"nuh uh, castellan. i'm going out on the high of making that one shot, i'm retired, 'm too good to keep going." you stated, shaking your head and turning on your heel to leave.

"quitter!" he called after you, grinning as you simply flipped him off and kept walking. "see you before dinner?"

"duh, you owe me a victory kiss."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

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therealslimshakespeare · 1 year ago

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Dear John | Part 2

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.

Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter

Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.

Date: Early August, 1943

Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)

Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.

I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.

That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.

As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.

But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?

Maybe you don’t.

I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.

Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.

One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.

I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!

I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.

Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.

Your vain little friend,

Julia Jean Turner

P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋

__insert vintage titty pic__

Whew this week was a doozy wasn’t it? Here’s some fluff for those of y’all who needed it, and I can promise angst soon for those who want to stay in the soul shattering mood. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is a writer’s lifeblood, let me hear your screams.

Drop a comment to let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any of my MOTA fics. Xo

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morelikeravenbore · 6 months ago

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💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

CA-CAW BISH 💙

CA-CAW BINCH! 💙

Thank you for sending this, ya cutie! I didn't feel like writing about myself so I uh did this instead 👉👈 hehe I hope it spreads some positivity regardless.

Silly drabble, 600~ words.

Sebastian smoothed the sheet of parchment over the desk and reviewed his work with a small nod of satisfaction. Curfew was near, and the library was deathly silent save for the near-constant stream of dark mutterings coming from the girl beside him. Aurélie, for all her beauty, humour, and charm, was a force to be reckoned with when she was in a bad mood, and after an entire day of being grumbled, glared and snapped at, Sebastian was quite ready to put a stop to it.

'Right,' he said decisively, squinting at his untidy scrawl. 'Are you ready?'

'No.'

'First question —'

'I still don't understand how this is going to help!'

Not for the first time in his life, Sebastian thanked whatever higher power had given him a twin sister and thus a lifetime of experience dealing with the wildly shifting moods of girls: Anne was certainly a formidable foe when she was upset, but even the volatile temper of a Sallow paled in comparison to that of a French girl when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Still, vast experience notwithstanding, he exhaled a deep, slow breath before calmly explaining, for the third time in a row, ‘It's called practising gratitude. It's supposed to help you shift your mood so you feel better.'

'Fine,' Aurélie pouted, slumping lower in her chair. 'Ask the stupid questions.'

‘First,’ he began, referring to the list of prompts he'd compiled. 'List five things you love about yourself.'

'Five?' she shrieked, bolting upright as if he'd just assigned her a twelve inch essay on the history of flobberworms. 'Pass. Next.'

'We'll come back to that one, then, shall we?' he said through his teeth. 'Share four things you're excited about.'

'Going to bed,' she muttered.

Sebastian scribbled it down. 'And?'

'That's it.'

Unwilling to concede defeat until he at least drew out a single, tiny, begrudging smile from her, he went on. 'Next question. Three people you love deeply.'

'Shoes.'

'Shoes are not people, Aura.'

'Shoes are a girl's best friend.'

'That's diamonds!'

'Those, too. Write that down.'

'Alright.' With mounting frustration, he added "shoes" and "diamonds" to the list of people she loved. 'Who else? Real people, Aura.'

'Celeste,' she offered, leaning forward to watch him write her best friend's name on the list.

'And? Come on, you might play the part of World’s Most Aloof Ravenclaw, but I know for a fact you love more than just one person…'

'Hmm, Poppy. And Esme! And Jean, and Siobhan. And Lory, Cordelia, Tessa, Rosalie, Gibby, Allegra. Ummm...' She paused to catch her breath while Sebastian's quill flew across the parchment, struggling to keep up. 'Johanna, Calypso, Matty, Eleanor, Ariane, Winter, Alyn. Oh, and Artemis, and Lydia! And Violet and Pearl, and Eloise, both of them —'

When finally she found herself out of names, Sebastian reviewed the long list with a bemused expression. ‘All these friends and you can't think of a single nice thing to say about yourself. Anyway —’ He shook his head and turned to look at her, ‘— you're missing someone.'

'Oh?' she frowned, critically eyeing the list of names. ‘No, I don't think so.’

'Mhm. A certain charming, good-looking, highly intelligent, freckled someone.'

'Oh!' She smacked her palm to her forehead. 'You're right! Garreth Weasley.'

Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue. 'I'm not writing Garreth fucking Weasley under "people you love deeply"', he refused, throwing his quill down.

'Oh, but he's so friendly.'

‘No,’ he said flatly.

‘Alright, alright, grum-py. How about this?’ With an impish grin, she picked up his quill and, in a long, elegant script, wrote “Sebastian Sallow” across the top of the parchment.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. ‘You couldn't have put me first?’ he grumbled.

‘I could've,’ she replied, smiling for the first time that day. ‘But it's much more fun making you jealous.’

🦋 Featuring my loves and some of Aura's AU besties: @sallowsangel @sallowslove @sloanesallow @lorriiraine @2centniffler @gingerlegacy07 @mianeryh @galaxiasgreen @lyworth @ravenwind-75 @dwightschrute11 @girl-named-matty @endless-starlight-legacy @yoshitsuno @moonstruckmoony @ps-cactus @polarisgreenley @esolean @vienguinn @myokk @thesuperiorfeeling

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pupyuj · 1 year ago

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Don't throw me into fire pls😅😭

I only have 3 words to say:

MAFIA LEADER YUJIN

Ok that's all imma go ahead and disappear now (to deal with the chaotic aftermath of almost outing myself...😢😭😭💀)

-🐼

RRRRAAAHHH this ask was sent a month ago omg GUYS IM HORRIBLE I KNOW but off the record yuj with that suit n tie got me ACTING UP SO I'M GONNA WORK ON THIS.

[cw: g!p cuz yujin just has a cock to me all the time now, sorry not sorry hehehe 😛💦]

i know anon said mafia leader (and yes i have thoughts for that too but hear me out—) but like,, mafia lackey yuj who's just starting out in the family and she's crushing on you, the boss' super cute and super charming daughter?!! since yujin's young and new, the boss usually only makes her do small jobs and errands so she has lots of time to mess around with you 😆 the two of you starting out as friends at first :(( yujin was something so fascinating and new to you bcs you have never heard of a girl joining a literal crime gang of all things before!! she was so funny, endearing, and kind?! not to mention that she had a killer smile and a pretty fucking well-built physique... combine all of those points together and bam—there's your dream girl 😳😳

hheehehhsdk what if you have this kind of friendship that was filled with sexual-tension and real romantic feelings but being young, the former notion was stronger than the other 🫠 hanging out with the other lackeys and/or members of the family and yujin's always got an arm around your waist, your shoulders... sometimes she even gets brave and puts a hand on your thigh 👀 it drives her insane whenever you lean over to say like, normal ass things to her but the way you looked into her eyes like you wanted something and the way you toyed with her necktie just told her other things!!!

mmmsjhjsdhsjh excusing yourself to the kitchen one day after teasing yujin,, a smug smile on your face as you made your great escape but yujin was right behind you!! face all red for being so whipped for a sweet girl like you,, omgomgomg the moment you two are alone she just grabs you and kisses you??!! this being the first time she's ever done this so you're kind of taken off guard but :((( her lips were so soft and gentle on you despite the kiss being a bit sloppy,, you couldn't help but take the risk!! hehehdskhkdj letting yujin pressed your back against the wall, lifting up your leg, and caressing your thigh underneath your dress... pulling down your panties slowly while she kissed your neck,,,

"the boss is gonna kill me but fuck, i know your pussy's worth it." hitting her arm while laughing softly,, and feeling so warm when yujin smiles at you :(( she loves seeing you laugh, especially if she was the reason!! yujinnie carrying you and putting you on a countertop,, and your hands are all over her hair while she kissed you again, never having enough of the taste of your lips,, ugh she can't help but moan when you decided to leave a few hickeys on her neck,, she was too cute you just had to claim her 😵‍💫😵‍💫

it takes about a few more minutes of making out, marking each other up, and yujin reaching behind your back to unzip your dress that you come to your senses and push her away a bit,,, yujin being so worried that she might have gotten ahead of her self, looking at you with so much concern?? "not here. dad and the other's are working. let's go to my apartment. come on." giving yujin a kiss on the cheek before hopping off the countertop hehe grabbing her hand and pulling her out the doors, so fucking eager to get home and give yourself to this wonderful girl 🥹💘

and when i say that your first time having sex together happens on your couch??? both of you were too impatient to walk all the way to your bedroom so after you locked the front door, yujin just grabs you again 🤭 this time she was bolder and a bit rougher—nearly ripping up your dress in the process of taking it off, almost manhandling you to get you in the position she wants, bossing you around—and if you were being honest, you were into it! 😳 aaaaa fuck undressing yujin yourself and as excruciatingly slow as you possibly could... from unbuttoning her shirt, unbuckling her belt, to oh my god finally setting her cock free 😵‍💫

hhehejhsdhj letting yujin fuck you from behinddd 😵‍💫 her thrusting into your cunt like a rabid dog?! groaning and grunting loudly as she spread your cheeks, slapped it, dug her nails into your skin omfg... you would literally have so much going on in your lower back bcs of yujin's careless hands but ofc being the slut that you were for her, you were so into it 🤨 grabbing her necktie and pulling her down so her chest would be against your back and god this only makes her fuck into you faster 😳 the loud sounds of her hips slamming into your ass, your slick coating her dick, and your angelic moans were just too much that every second she spends fucking you only drives her closer and closer to insanity,,, yujinnie biting onto your shoulder a bit, trying her hardest not to come just yet bcs she would be embarrassed :(((

but like, you want her to??? you don't really care about the consequences of anything right now—you just want yujin. intertwining your hand with hers, looking back slightly to give her a look,, and that was all it took for yujin to completely bury her face in your hair and finally dump her load inside you, filling you up full of her cum that you couldn't help but come alongside her 🤤

"fuck.. you let me come inside you...? you know what's gonna happen—"

"yeah, yujin. you're fucking me again... that's what's gonna happen."

catching yujin off guard that she almost gasps 😭😭 you were usually so fucking sweet that she sometimes forgets that you are the daughter of a mafia boss and therefore, you can run your mouth quite well 🤭 and if yujin was going to have anything, it was guts bcs no possibilities of punishments from her 'employer' and your literal father scared her into fucking you until it was daytime 😳😳

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stargirlie-sharon · 2 months ago

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royber headcanons

as sweet as strawberry shortcake~!

Fandom: Robocar Poli

Pairing: Roy x Amber

Content: Headcanons, fluffy romance. Also, a bit of a "sweet" theme throughout this post! (and no it's not just the dividers)

A/N: this is a remake/rewrite of this old post! i thought a revamp for my old writings would be nice. plus, i've been on a bit of a writing grind as of late lol. dividers by dollywons

Even before getting into a relationship, Roy has always been leaning on the shy side. Not in cutesy shy way, but in more of a socially awkward way.

Amber's usually the bolder one of the two and gets Roy to come out of his shell. She's always so sweet and patient, with her team or the citizens, and he found that aspect of her charming. And that, was one of the many reasons why he developed a liking to her.

Amber has a lot of knowledge in baking! Cakes, pastries, desserts, she'll get it done, and she'll make the taste unforgettable. She likes doing it on special occasions for the rescue team, but she might just bake one out of pure affection for her team members.

You know that garden of flowers by the Rescue Center? She's grown all of those pretty little things, but she also grows fruits and vegetables as well. She once asked what was Roy's favorite fruit, and it went-

"My favorite fruit? I'd say strawberries. They're good." "Ah, I see."

Amber takes a mental note of that.

Roy has a love for nature. Even the littlest of things in life make him happy, and he values it. That butterfly that landed on his nose while on patrol? Precious.

Roy offers Amber to go out on nature walks often (and no, it's totally not a date that roy was too shy directly say that it was), and in almost all of them, she's slipped her hand into Roy's and he'll find himself holding hands with her, which makes him flushed.

Speaking of being flushed, he gets flustered really easily. So he's usually a bit hesitant when initiating or receiving affection.

Amber is the polar opposite. Whenever she has the chance, she showers Roy in affection as much as humanely possible. (Which leaves him a flustered wreck.)

Oh, and one time during a nature walk, a particular flower within the greenery caught his eyes, and he ended picking the flower and offering it to Amber. Finding it endearing, she couldn't help but give him a peck on the cheek.

"Wh-What- why would y-you-?!" //// "Hehe~ I couldn't help myself, sorry~.." "...Soo.. does this mean we're- um, together?" "...Absolutely."

On the night they announced to the team that they were in a relationship together, their reactions were a little unexpected.

"About time! You guys have been crushing on each other for so long and weren't together yet was killing me. Wooo!!" Helly cheered in triumph. "Wait, what-?" "We all knew, Roy. We were just waiting to tell you once you were official." Poli explained. Jin stepped up, her tone teasing. "It was so obvious. You're a constant mess whenever you're with her, and on top of that, you had Amber being all lovey dovey with you. Your feelings aren't subtle." "J-Jin!!" The medic whined.

Despite their teases, needless to say, they were all happy for them, and they celebrated in harmony.

But when the party calmed down, and the couple were alone together, the ambulance had something special prepared for her significant other.

A strawberry shortcake that she had baked just for him.

"For me?" "Of course it's for you. I made this in honor of our new relationship. I wasn't going to simply forget what your favorite fruit is." "B-But, you know we can't finish all of that tonight."

Amber burst out into a fit of lighthearted giggles. "No, silly. We're just going to have a slice together. And plus, we'll have the rest of it tommorow with the others."

The two cut the shortcake together and ate them under the stars, the pretty lights illuminating the night sky.

Roy cut a piece of his slice with his fork, offering it to feed it to Amber. "Here, open wide." Pleasantly surprised by the gesture, her expression softened. She smiled and took a bite.

For now, it was just them, the stars, and their strawberry shortcake.

thanks so much for reading! i hope your day (or night) is sweet, and if it isn't, then i'm sure the next will~

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qwoomby · 11 months ago

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Wine Valentine - Ammon story pt.1 & pt.2

The day after The Valentine's party ended successfully.

While I was resting in my room I remembered the time I spent with Ammon...

A few days ago a party was held at Grosvenor's house...

I was visiting a party venue that Ammon and the others were preparing.

Ammon: So..! Will the wall decorations look like this?

You: Things are going well, aren't they?

Ammon: That's right. We have also decided on which food and wine will be served.

Ammon: The preparations are almost finished. I'll have some spare time.

You: Right.

Ammon: Ah, also. As we've come to Grosvenor's mansion...

Ammon: Aruji-sama. Should we take a walk in the garden?

You: Eh..?

Ammon: I took a glimpse at it as I was preparing for the party. It was a lovely garden.

Ammon: There aren't many chances to visit Grosvenor's garden. I'll make sure to escort aruji-sama properly♪

Ammon: So, aruji-sama... Will you spend some time with me?

You: That seems a bit intimate...

Ammon: Isn't that good..? There's no one here now.

Hanamaru: ... We are literally here?

Ammon: Oh? If it isn't Hanamaru-san.

Hanamaru: Don't "oh" me. We've been here from the very beginning.

Ammon: Hehe. My bad~

Ammon: There's only lord in my eyes...

Bastien: Hm... That's not good, Ammon-san.

Bastien: As aruji-sama's butler... You should always be aware of your surroundings.

Ammon: Are you serious, Bastien..

Yuhan: Fufu... I also don't think that it's good to keep things all to yourself, Ammon-san.

Lato: Me too... I also want to walk alone with aruji-sama.

Ammon: Hehe. Well, I guess I can't just monopolize aruji-sama~

Ammon: The Valentine's Day is almost there... I feel like spending some romantic time with aruji-sama.

You: "Romantic time" you say...

Ammon: Huh? After all, that's what the Valentine's day is about?

Hanamaru: Oh my... Don't just say that, Ammon. We're all holding back here.

Hanamaru: Isn't this right, everyone? We all want to be romantic with aruji-sama?

Yuhan: Now, what is it? I'm a well-mannered butler.

Hanamaru: Liar. For those who say that, it's better...

Yuhan: ...Better..? What is it?

Hanamaru: Nothing.

You: (I wonder what it was...)

Yuhan: Right. By the way, Ammon-san...

Yuhan: As the food and drinks were decided... How about to choose flowers to decorate the room?

Ammon: Right, flowers...

Ammon: In the eastern land... There's a custom to arrange flowers, right?

Lato: Arranging... flowers?

Ammon: Right. It's a bit different in Central land.

Ammon: Combined with a beautiful vase... A well-thought-out beauty.

Yuhan: Yeah. I think it's suitable for Central land.

Yuhan: Aside from ikebana, I think that "Chabana"(?) would also be good.

You: -Chabana...?

-( There are even tea flowers....)

Bastien: Chabana... That's the first time I heard about it.

Ammon: In short, tea flowers are the flowers that are displayed in the tea room.

Ammon: Rather than ikebana, it puts more emphasis on being natural. Seasonality of flowers is also the key.

Ammon: For example, fresh windflowers picked up in nature.

Hanamaru: Heh, as expected from Ammon. You know everything about flowers.

Ammon: Hehe. Well, not that I've done it myself. I just have this knowledge.

Ammon: But, I see. Chabana...

Ammon: In Grosvenor's garden flowers are grown in flower beds. Besides, there are windflowers...

Ammon: It might be interesting to try.

Ammon: That's why I need everyone to quickly pick up some flowers!

You: Eh, now?

Bastien: Looking for flowers..? I'm not sure which I should choose....

Ammon: That's okay. Even if the flower seems simple, that's its charm.

Bastien: I see. Then, Ammon-san will...?

Ammon: I'll arrange the vase.

Ammon: I'll prepare the vase that perfectly matches the atmosphere of Eastern land.

Ammon: I'll bring the catalog... I'd like to hear aruji-sama's opinion.

You: Mine?

Ammon: Of course. You're the guest at the party, after all.

Ammon: I don't think it'll be too difficult. Don't worry too much♪

You: Understood.

Bastien: I see.. I'll leave it to Ammon-san then.

Yuhan: Then, aruji-sama. Please, excuse me for a moment.

You: Mm, good luck.

The butlers bowed. They left me alone with Ammon as they left to pick up the windflowers.

Ammon: They're gone....

You: Let's choose the vase together.

Ammon: Oh-ho? What did you say, aruji-sama?

Ammon: What vase? I've already put one in another room next to ours. (This dude---)

You: Eh...?

Ammon: Hehe. Which flowers would decorate the venue have been decided in advance.

Ammon: We have arranged the perfect tableware... The only thing to do was to decorate it with flowers.

Ammon: Everyone decided to collect flowers by themselves.. I just went along with that♪

You: But, what for..?

Ammon: Hehe. That would be...

Ammon: I will spend some private time with aruji-sama♪

Ammon: Speaking of The Valentine's day... You need to spend time with your loved ones.

Ammon: And speaking of my loved ones, it's aruji-sama, of course.

Ammon: We have delicious wine here...

Ammon: With important to me person... Drinking wine, while being surrounded by beautiful flowers...

Ammon: Well, the flowers are still to be here. While aruji-sama is here, that's already enough.

Ammon: Hehe. What about aruji-sama?

Ammon: With your loved one... You don't want to loose romantic time, do you..?

You: Teasing me like that again...

Ammon: Teasing..? I'm being honest, aruji-sama.

Ammon: The words of feeling the importance of aruji-sama... There's not even a single lie.

Ammon: Thinking how to spend more alone time with aruji-sama... As a result, I alienated other butlers.

Ammon: Hey... What are the true intentions of aruji-sama..?

Ammon: For someone like me... Is it okay to tell my true feelings..?

You: A-Ammon..

I was fully aware that it was the part of his strategy, but... When I look in those serious eyes... I can't help but speak my true feelings.

Lato: Kufufu... That's it, Ammon-kun.

You: !?

Ammon: Oh? Isn't that Lato-san?

Ammon: And everyone else... Have you already finished picking the flowers up?

Hanamaru: No. Actually, we were interrupted by the guard.

Yuhan: He said that the flowers were needed to decorate the party venue...

Yuhan: "You can't pick these flowers! Go to a flower shop!" is what he said...

Yuhan: Jeez.. That's a real problem for those, who can't understand simple beauty.

Bastien: Since we had no other choice, we decided to come back.

Hanamaru: Hehe. Looks like we made the right decision.

Hanamaru: Had it been a bit later, Ammon would pick the most beautiful flower.

Ammon: No wa~y, Hanamaru-san. Don't say such bad things about me.

Ammon: I just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere of The Valentine's day. Surely, aruji-sama would understand that it's just for fun♪

Hanamaru: However, why is aruji-sama's face so red?

Lato: It's good that there are vases in other room.

You: U-Uhm...

Ammon: Alright, everyone! There's a little time left to prepare for the party.

Ammon: Let's all work hard to collect the most beautiful flowers♪

Hanamaru: Ah. Changing the topic.

Yuhan: Fufu. But Ammon-san is right.

Yuhan: Since we have time... Let's all work hard to make the best pre-party.

Bastien: Yeah.. That's right.

So I watched as Ammon and the others decorated the venue... I wonder whether Ammon was serious or not earlier...

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"So that's how it is" I thought as I flipped through the wine catalog. Ammon was very hospitable at the pre-party... Now, it's my turn to repay him. I bought him wine from Rosetown... And for Ammon... I prepared his favorite cheese. Being happy with him... I wanted to express it in a gift.

Knock knock.

You: Come in.

Ammon: As I said, I came alone, aruji-sama~

Ammon: I heard that you wanted to do something...

Ammon: Hehe. Maybe it has to do something with The Valentine's day~?

You: I want to give this to you.

Ammon: Eh? This is...

Ammon: Wine..? And, could it be..

Ammon: Really... Could it be a Valentine's gift?

You: - That's right.

- Thank you, Ammon.

Ammon: Hehe. Thank you, aruji-sama.

Ammon: This is... Rosetown's wine, right?

You: Apparently it goes well with cheese.

Ammon: Really? You've adapted it to my taste!

You: If you'd like, you can drink now.

When I said that, Ammon sat at the table I had prepared in advance. He took the empty glass and some cheese.

Ammon: Hehe... I had never thought that I would spend The Valentine's day with aruji-sama...

Ammon: Of course, I'll drink some! Because everything is delicious when I'm with aruji-sama.

Ammon: So, excuse me...

As Ammon pour some wine into the glass, he fully enjoys the scent. As he takes one sip... He takes some time to enjoy the taste.

Ammon: ... It's delicious, aruji-sama.

Ammon: The moment you open the bottle, there's a faint fragrance...

Ammon: It felt like flowers had bloomed in my mouth.

Ammon: Aruji-sama's feelings... They feel like flowers with no thorns.

Ammon: Hehe. I can't believe you gave me such a wonderful present...

Ammon: Really... Aruji-sama likes me♪

As usual, Ammon says something that is hard for me to respond to... But today I was a little braver than usual.

You: I really do.

Ammon: Eh...

You: I want you to continue being by my side.

Ammon: Erm... Aruji-sama...

Ammon: That's... Could it be....

Ammon: The revenge for pre-party time?

You: Did your heart flutter...?

Ammon: Hehe. It pretty much did♪

Ammon: I've never expected it from aruji-sama...

Ammon: But... If you allow me to give you a piece of advice...

Ammon: Don't you think the main part was revealed a little bit too early?~

Ammon: If only you could make me more nervous... It'd be more interesting~

You: I'm nothing like Ammon...

Ammon: Hehe. Well, I'm a pro in this sphere.

Ammon: ( Although, if I was more nervous... I doubt that I'd be able to restrain myself...)

You: What's wrong?

Ammon: N-No... Nothing!

Ammon: Spending The Valentine's day with aruji-sama is the best... I had to clench my teeth.

Ammon: Well then. We have wine and cheese...

Ammon: Just a little bit longer... Is it okay if I spend some more time being happy? Aruji-sama...

You: Of course.

Although I said something like that to make Ammon's heart flutter, I had to gather all my courage up.... I had to back up... I was more nervous, than I thought I'd be. And now... I wonder if Ammon always harbors feelings like that. While I was thinking about it... I spent some time with Ammon on The Valentine's day.

THE END.

a/n: I really hope you don't mind my adapted translation because holy shit the translation of translator is something. also, please don't mind any grammatical errors, it's literally like midnight and I suck at grammar. hope y'all enjoyed seeing blushing ammon. (because i really did)

#akuneko #aknk #あくねこ #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #holy shit #it took longer than i expected #i love this man so much #i love it when aruji-sama is bold #slay #BLUSHING AMMON>>>>#god it's my favorite card now #i adore yuhan and hanamaru's interactions #more blushing men please #god help me #hope yall enjoy

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lightlycareless · 11 months ago

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For the high school au, who do you think is more likely to get flustered/giddy from an indirect kiss(like drinking from the same drink), Y/N or Naoya?

Hello anon!

Yesssss feed my highschool au some more... I need more...

Anyways, as I needed to do, I wrote a little something that might serve as an answer for your question, but there's also a tldr at the bottom hehe.

Warnings: fluff. highschool au. naoya and y/n are students here. dorky ones. gojo is annoying. hinata is... surprisingly understanding?

Happy reading!

Indirect kisses weren’t a thing on your or his mind… until Gojo brings it up one day.

And it wasn’t even during a conversation with you! It was through one his mandatory teasing sessions with Hinata, your sister, happening when he asked her if he could take a sip of her water bottle since he failed to bring his own, to which she naturally responded with a resounding no—cue everything else.

“Why? Scared that we’re going to indirectly kiss? Not like we haven’t done that bef—”

“Seriously, do you ever shut up?!”

You didn’t give it much attention at first, of course; having muted their incessant bickering at that point… until hearing the indirect kiss part.

That was probably the first time you heard about it, or at least cared.

You were always a hopeless romantic, dreaming of the day you’d be able to meet your soulmate, do all the things you wanted to do with a partner, and live happily ever after!

Fortunately, you’d be lucky enough to experience such a blessing just a few weeks after joining jujutsu high, with the most handsome, charming, yet cool boy you’ve ever met in your life—and with it, opening a world of possibilities you didn’t even dream of! All thanks to the fact that you were living the very much in love girlfriend experience with Naoya.

Besides, it was also thrilling to explore all these new couple-like things with him, who was equally excited to have found someone that cares for him very much.

It was almost endearing to see how the cold, crude, and a bit irritating Naoya would turn out to be nothing but putty in your hands! A devoted lover always looking for ways to make you happy.

However, not everything that crossed your mind would make way to his acknowledgment; not that it mattered much, since he’d eventually caught up to it on his own.

Naoya’s suspicions would begin when he notices you acting a bit… different, far more silent than usual, but highly attentive to his belongings, like his flask, or his soda, juice, or just about whatever he places his lips on…

Soon enough, he decides to confront the matter.

“Is everything… alright?” he asks halfway through his lunch, your gaze heavy on him.

…

“Y/N?”

“Oh, uh—yes! Everything is fine!” You eventually respond, in a shrieky tone that couldn’t be any more suspicious. “I kind of lost myself on my own thoughts, but nothing to worry about!”

“Then why do you keep staring at me?” Naoya prods; not that he minded being stared at, in fact, he would love to be the only person you looked at…

But not in that eerie way.

“I just like watching my boyfriend” you say. “Is it wrong?”

“No, I guess not.”

And that seemed to serve as an excuse to drop the topic all together, maybe you were just deep into your thoughts and there was nothing else to it.

Until he sees you doing the same thing again soon after, not even a few hours later!

“Y/N, as much as I love those cute big round eyes of yours on me, you need to tell me what is going on, because I’m getting a I bit concerned.”

“What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you feign ignorance, alongside a nervous chuckle that further marks you as untrustworthy. “I’m just enjoying my time with my loving boyfriend!!”

“Don’t lie to me, mochi. I can see it in the way you’re acting.” He crosses his arms.

“… Alright, fine! There has been something bothering me…” you eventually confess, pouting. “I was just wondering how many times we’ve actually kissed, indirectly I mean.”

“Indirectly?” he raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Yeah, you know, like… when we share a drink, or take a bite of each other’s food…” you blush. “That kind of stuff…”

“Is that a… thing?” he asks. “How does it work?”

“You know—it’s when you… well, when you place your lips on a surface, and then I put my lips on it, and if you remove that surface, it’s like we kissed! Right? Just not… directly. That’s why it’s called an indirect kiss!”

Naoya stares at you in silence, attempting to make sense of the explanation you just gave him, for your words seemed a bit… too crazy, if that made sense.

Like someone suddenly came up with this thought, probably some desperate loner, to feel some kind of connection towards their unrequited crush.

Pathetic, he thinks…

If there wasn’t some honesty to be found.

Because as much as he tries to paint himself as above all corny things, truth was… he was equally intrigued by your discovery.

It just made sense! It was essentially the same thing but without your lips! Which is the biggest setback out of this whole ordeal, but aside from that, this meant that the two had previously shared a kiss before even officially dating!

“Why are you all red, Naoya?!” You fret upon seeing his tomato-like face.

“No—Nothing!” He cries back, a lie. “It’s nothing!”

“Come on, tell me Naoya!!” you insist, grabbing him by the shirt.

“Fine! If that indirect kiss is true… does that mean we’ve actually kissed before?? Or… kissed more?”

Your eyes widen at the conclusion, making your heart flutter.

“Oh my god that is true, Naoya! Does that mean that whenever I get a sip from your drink, I’m actually kissing you???”

“It has to be!”

“Do you know what that means too??” you beam. “We can change flasks and it’ll be like we’re always kissing!”

“Huh, I haven’t thought about that.” He murmurs, impressed and flustered. “But I wouldn’t mind getting more of your direct kisses too.”

“The real deal is obviously much better… but this is a nice alternative!” you smile. “Can we do it, pleaseeeeee?”

And the two would end up doing so… much to everyone’s annoyance.

As if the two weren’t already highly obnoxious when it came to demonstrating affection, this was simply the cherry on top.

It was obvious that the two had suddenly… taken an extra step when it came to doing things together, things that neither did before, or very scarcely, and subsequently torturing those around you with it.

Such as the exchange of flasks between the two, followed by sharing… just about anything, really, a cup, a straw, a utensil. Anything.

Some thought it a bit unpleasant, while others, simply thought it crazy.

Satoru and your sister would fall in the last category.

“What is up with them??” Hinata blurted. “They’ve been going at it since—forever it seems!”

She’s used to your unbearably sweet gestures with your boyfriend, but this was straight up ridiculous!!

“You know what it reminds me of? Of those kings that would have one of their subjects check for poison in their food. Think someone is trying to poison Naoya, that might be why Y/N is trying all his food beforehand!”

“Poison Naoya?? Ugh, who cares! What about my sister!! She’s far more important than him! If anyone should be trying out for poison, should be him!”

“I think you’re losing the point here…” Geto would chime in; he wasn’t intending to, but after seeing their heated bickering, he just needed to. Victim to gossip, as always.

“How would you know what’s going on between the two?” Hinata frowns.

“You’re going to tell me your sister hasn’t told you?” He laments.

“Huh? Did she tell you something?” She gasps.

“Nope, but it’s quite obvious.”

“What is?”

“I think your beloved sister just discovered what indirect kisses are.”

Hinata frowns for a second, trying to figure out why that term felt oddly familiar…

“No goddamn way.” She breathes when finally remembering. “Is that—is that the reason why they’re acting so weird?!”

Geto shrugs. Gojo grins.

“HAHAHAHAHAH No fucking way!!! That is hilarious!! Gojo shrieks, as if he’d heard the funniest joke in all history. Or perhaps, found out a new way to torment his favorite lovebirds. “I have to get there and—”

“No, you won’t!” grabbing him by the collar, Hinata puts an end to Satoru’s mischievous plan before it can even begin. “You will leave them alone, and that is that!”

“Ugh, you’re no fun, Hinata; no wonder you’re single…”

“And it’s a wonder how you’re still alive with all that dumb shit you spew out your mouth!” She says as he begins to drag him away, where he won’t be able to tease you nor Naoya.

Because if there’s one thing that Hinata often gets misjudged on, is her true feelings towards Naoya.

Beneath the antagonism, and maybe even the slight disgust she felt for the obnoxious dynamic you had with your boyfriend, she was actually glad that you’d found someone to give all that love you had in your heart.

And that he reciprocated with the same intensity, if not more given his willingness to go along with your antics. It was unexpected from him, that’s for sure, but Hinata won’t deny that she was also happy that he could convey such emotions. It kind of changed her perspective of him for the better. Hmm.

Hinata is willing to endure that unpleasant feeling of watching the two be all over the other, protecting your relationship from the noisy interceptions of Satoru (or others, Suguru isn’t off the hook just yet), and maybe even your dad’s overprotectiveness, as long as you were happy.

And if she gets a chance of not seeing you do that with your boyfriend that frequently, too.

But mainly, for your happiness.

tldr: you brought it up to Naoya quite excited about it, but he's the one that get's all crazy with it :) he's really happy to know that he's actually kissed you before even dating, it's almost like this relationship was meant to be. aww.

Well I gotta say, thank you for sending this!! I'm always happy to share more highschool stuff where Naoya is nothing but a dork who loves his girlfriend very much (and is quite awkward about it) and Y/N is a hopeless romantic that wants to spend all of her time with him. :')

AND WE HAVE SO MUCH MORE COMING TOO I HOPE I'LL BE ABLE TO FINISH IT SOON.

Anyways, until then...

Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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einsatzzz · 10 months ago

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[OC] Ninomiya Kurumi - Character Profile

🎀The charming and outgoing fashionista who's obsessed with anything cute! Ninomiya Kurumi!🎀

You can go to this link from our Oniyanagi Wiki site for her full character page!

"You see, I’ve always been a huge fan of cute things!"

Kurumi is one of the two 10th generation bosses of the Oniyanagi yakuza family (alongside her twin, Kana). She is a very energetic and friendly teenager, as well as a skilled martial artist.

Age: 14 Birthday: October 18 Zodiac Sign: ♎︎Libra Height: 158cm Weight: 46kg Gender: ? County of origin: Japan MBTI: ESFP Favorite Fruit: Peach Favorite cake: Peach/Apple/Banana-flavored cakes, Strawberry shortcake, Cheesecake

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PERSONALITY: She has a bad case of cute aggression!

Kurumi has an energetic and outgoing nature that makes it easy for her to make friends and connections. A very prominent obsession that she has is with all things that are cute, broadly ranging from fashion to adorable trinkets. Yes, even cute people are included too.

Despite her carefree demeanor, Kurumi can be surprisingly mature and reflective, often acting as a mediator when there are serious conflicts in her Family and being observant of its overall condition. When someone outside the Family starts becoming too close, she seems to start distancing herself.

SPECIALTY: She has dangerous superhuman strength, please use caution when hugging!

Kurumi inherited an extraordinary muscle constitution that grants her immense strength, enough to effortlessly handle a greatsword that's almost her size. If she is not careful in controlling her strength, she might end up breaking some bones if she gets carried away while hugging a normal person. This inherent characteristic of hers plus her martial arts are a deadly combination.

DAILY LIFE: Despite certain difficulties, she wants to become someone who can live true to herself.

At her new school, there are always various troubles and problems brewing around (may or may not be partly caused by her or her besties), but she always tries her best to help out her friends with a smile! After everything is settled, a nice trip to the shopping district with Kyoko and Haru wipes any remaining exhaustion off. Maybe they could even visit a cafe right after!

RELATIONSHIPS: A new school comes with new friendships!

Reborn: A cute and strong baby! He can be scary sometimes, though.

Tsuna: A cute future mafia boss! My first friend in Namimori too! Don't worry, I'll help you with Kyoko-chan!

Kyoko: She's such a cute girl! I hope we can spend more time together.

Haru: Another cute girl! She even asked me to do a cosplay collaboration project together!

Lambo: Another cute baby! He's just like a little brother to me. I'll take care of you, Lambo-chan!

I-pin: Such a nice cute little baby! Even Yui is fond of her. I'll take care of you too, I-pin-chan!

Bianchi: She's cute, but more than that, she's very cool too! But...You got it wrong Nee-san, my cooking isn't supposed to be poison cooking ueee 🥲

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If you read up to this point, then thank you so much for taking the time to do so! For these character profiles, I'll try to follow the style of the Vongola 77 profiles so that I can have a format to follow and stop myself from going too overboard haha. All information above (and in the wiki right now) only captures her character around the beginning of Daily Life Arc.

Any questions about her or the story is very much appreciated! (Please, the amount of serotonin boost is insane when I get OC asks! Yuipachi-sensei will answer it for you too hehe - I'm IP with an ask rn too ^o^)

When I finish Kana's character sheet, thinking of doing a second batch of outfit sheets for the twins with their non-school uniform outfits. Maybe their "mission" outfit and one set of casual clothes for each of them.

For credits, all Oniyanagi OCs are by me and @amiahoshi! While for the intro audio, Kurumi is voiced by erushaVA and I also got the background music here from MusMus!

Note: I finally un-privated the Oniyanagi wiki. Whenever I'm inactive/on hiatus, this place is my hideout to recharge. Kind of like the "Do it for her" meme, except I'm staring at my OC's page and gallery. Anyway, you'll see me hanging around there when I'm not in socmed, unless IRL reaaalllly decides to suck A LOT lmaoo

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr oc #khre #ninomiya kurumi #oc #original character #oniyanagi #einart #einhighlights #the full tl of the audio clip is on the wiki btw!#☢️fangirling tags ahead 🫡 stay safe 🫡#MY BBG!!!#she has a full color character sheet and a voice 🥹🥹💖#someday i'll learn how to animate too #local oc artist fights for her life to improve her art skills out of love and affection for her ocs #also ive always been eyeing eru with voicing knrm for so long so im happy i got to save up enough to comm her for this!#me personally i prob replayed this audio at least 63 times #trying to engrave krm's voice onto the frontal lobe of my brain #outfit designs after those two extra outfits highly likely won't be colored unless it's like the main outfit for a major arc but who knows #bc my brain likes being extra with the ocs a lot of the time #i do have 1 problem and that is.....idk how i'll post this on twt and ig in a format i'll like....lmao

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yourlocalbadgerscales · 8 months ago

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My OFFICIAL intro post, since I never actually made one!

Hi!! I’m yourlocalbadgerscales ^^ My name is a reference to me being a Slytherpuff 💚💛

Yes, I’m a diehard Harry Potter fan and a Slytherpuff for life!

A little something about me then. I go by she/her pronouns and I am currently questioning my sexuality, but I’m pretty sure I am at least panromantic. And I feel like that’s all you need to know about my sexuality to know that this profile is a safe place for all you fellow queers (:

I feel like it’s also important to know that I am a teenager and therefore a minor, so any predators, please leave my profile immediately (I have already encountered one, sadly, and I’m new here! I made an account on Tumblr last week or so)!

But I do not mind making friends or just chatting with adults ^^

My interests:

• Music! I love singing and I want to learn playing the piano. I also love listening to music and I do it 24/7. My favourite artists right now are Conan Gray and Taylor Swift, but I also love a little bit of Eminem ^^ • Books! I read a lot, lately I have mostly read fanfiction but I want to change that, hehe. I also enjoy writing books myself (and fanfics).

• Harry Potter! I read the books when I was just a little kid, but I never really discovered the charm of Potterverse until last summer (when I btw realised that I was queer). I have strong opinions on many things in Harry Potter but there’s room for discussion! Feel free to comment on my posts and reblog, or just write to me privately so we can discuss!

• Marauders Era! I love the Marauders so much guys you don’t understand 😭 My favourite ships are Jegulus and Wolfstar! My favourite marauders era characters are James and Regulus!

•LGBTQIA+!

These are topics I will post a lot of stuff about on here!

Things I don’t like and won’t accept on my profile:

• Homophobes, transphobes etc.

• Racists

• People against feminism

• Bullies

• Snape apologists (unless you just want to have a polite, nice chat about your reasons and opinions, I love learning new things and trying to see stuff from a different POV!)

• Predators, pedophiles

• Trump supporters

• No picking sides between Israel and Hamas on here ‼️‼️‼️

• Nazis

• People who deny climate change

• People why deny that kids can have depression, anxiety etc.

• People who look down on other people with disorders or diagnoses

• Genuinely just people who look down on other, hate people for things they can’t control or are bullies. Yeah, you get it.

Other things to know about me:

• Don’t assume stuff about me

• I’m from Europe. Wtf is 5’6 and all that shi /j

• I don’t plan on showing my face on here. Ever. But I might reconsider.

• If you want to follow me elsewhere I am also on Pinterest and Spotify. Write to me and I’ll give you the links :)

• I am not diagnosed yet, however I am pretty damn sure I’m autistic and have ADD (ADHD), based on a lot of research and what professionals have said about me. So I am not self-diagnosed :)

• No slander of any kind on here. If you disagree with me or others here, be polite about it. I am kind of sensitive when it comes to destructive critism… learnt that the hard way.

• UNLESS I accidentally say something really hurtful! Don’t be scared to point that out! I can assure you I never meant to hurt anyone, if that’s the case.

Now you know a little more about me! I may have forgotten something so I might add stuff later!

I often follow back, BUT I would love if all my followers are just people who genuinely enjoy my content and not following me only to get more followers themselves.

Have a nice day and drink some water! ;) Your favourite badger xx ❤️

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

link to the masterlist is here hope you like hehe

16. Lots of Things

Freddie was dreaming about Rosie again. She’d been dreaming about Rosie a lot recently. Mainly dreaming of kissing him. Sometimes dreaming of more. Her steamier dreams made her blush so hard on waking she had to take a cold shower instead of a warm one and had to avoid him at least until lunchtime because she knew she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye.

Freddie had never felt so shy about all of this. When she’d been doing it all for the first time Daniel had been the one taking the lead. He’d kissed her on their third date and hadn’t stopped. They’d made love on their one year anniversary. Everything they’d ever done had been because Daniel had taken the lead and Freddie had been able to trust him to know when she was ready.

Now, Freddie was deciding.

She thought she might have been ready.

If her dreams were anything to go by, she was bursting at the seams with readiness.

Today’s dream was making her entire body warm. Her cheek was pressed to her crossed forearms as she draped herself over her desk and it was a good thing, too, because the sheer temperature of her skin might have set fire to the papers she’d fallen asleep poring over. Her shoes had long since been kicked off and lay strewn further into the room. Her stockinged feet rubbed together beneath the desk.

“Rosie,” she was mumbling in her sleep, over and over again. “Rosie.”

A knock at the door had her slipping drowsily out of slumber. A second, louder knock had her shooting upright, instantly wide awake as she realised where she was and what she’d been doing. “Fred?”

“Rosie!” she exclaimed, aghast.

As quickly as she could, Freddie smoothed down her hair, rolled down her jacket sleeves, and hurried to open the door to him. At the last minute she remembered to check the sides of her mouth for dribble - she was all good - and when she flung the door open she was sure she looked like a deer in headlights but at least she didn’t look sleepy.

Rosie grinned at her. “Have you been asleep?”

Freddie tipped her head back and groaned. “How did you know?”

He was still grinning - trying not to laugh, now, too - when she tipped her head back down. “You’ve got a little…” He gestured to one of his under eyes but before Freddie could move to wipe away what was presumably smudged mascara he cupped her cheek and did it himself. “There,” he said, satisfied it was gone. “All better.”

When he looked at her he always looked so deep into her eyes. It was always a little bit disarming. Charming and endearing but disarming, mainly because of their startling, beautiful blue. But after what she’d just been dreaming about, his intense gaze was too much for her to bear.

Freddie stepped away from him with an awkward cough. “So what brings you here?”

Rosie followed her gesture and walked further into her office. She closed the door behind him. This was how her dream had started too, she couldn’t help but notice, although he’d been the one shutting the door.

Knock it off, she demanded of herself. She wiped her clammy hands down her skirt.

“Didn’t see you at lunch,” Rosie said in response to her question, oblivious to her turmoil. He held up a brown paper bag folded over at the top as he moved to pet Meatball’s head where he was dozing on the leather couch in the corner of the office, “so I thought I’d better see to it myself that you’re looked after. I know you well enough by now to know you can’t be trusted to do it yourself.”

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed. “I missed lunch?”

“You did,” Rosie confirmed, crossing the room once more to place the bag down on her desk. He turned to lean against it, facing her as she lingered in the doorway. “You been working hard?”

Freddie smiled, fiddling with one of her sleeves. “Something like that.”

Rosie laughed. “Other than the sleeping, I mean. Must’ve been a hefty workload that got you to fall asleep on the job.”

“Ha,” Freddie said, shaking her head. She took a few steps towards him just so they wouldn’t have to speak so loudly and risk people passing by in the hallway beyond the door overhearing. “I haven’t been very productive today, in all honesty.”

Rosie’s eyebrows hopped up in surprise. “Why not?” It wasn’t like her to not be thoroughly absorbed in her work.

Freddie shrugged, looking away from him and setting her eyes on the edge of her desk. “Distracted.”

“By what?”

Freddie scoffed, turning her eyes back to him. “What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?”

Rosie smiled. “Just trying to get you to let me inside your head. I kinda like it in there.”

“Only kind of?” she teased.

“You don’t let me see it that often.”

“For good reason.”

“What’s the reason today?”

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” she blurted before she could stop herself. He had such a talent, she thought, for making people feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. His was a gentle presence but an authoritative one, too, and he could make her want to spill everything to him with just a few well-phrased, well-delivered questions.

It was the lawyer in him, she supposed. And she hated that he was so good at it.

Whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it certainly wasn’t that. Those pretty blue eyes of his were just a little bit wider than they usually were. She was sure she wouldn’t have noticed if she didn’t spend so much of her time staring at them.

Freddie could feel the fierce burning in her cheeks and prayed her powder covered it. There was nothing she could do now to take the confession back. Any attempts to cover her tracks would be obvious lies.

Well, Freddie thought indignantly, that’s your own bloody fault for poking your nose in where I tried to keep it out, Rosie.

Rosie was so caught off guard by her admission that he couldn’t even force himself to try to be cool about it. “What?”

Freddie tipped her head back, covering both of her eyes with her hands. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Finally, he laughed. “You were dreaming about me,” he said eventually.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” Freddie corrected him. “I didn’t say today specifically.”

“But before I came in,” Rosie said. “Today. You were -”

“God. Yes.” Freddie huffed.

Rosie laughed again. “Someone’s cranky.”

“Someone woke me up,” she retorted.

“Was it a nice dream?”

“It was -” She faltered. “What do you mean by that?”

Rosie was grinning roguishly, borderline smirking. “What was I doing in your dream?”

There was that fire in Freddie’s cheeks again. She had barely managed to put out the last one and here was the next, coming on strong with a vengeance. “Oh, you know,” she said, removing her hands from her eyes if only so they could fiddle. “Just. Things.”

“Things?”

“Yeah.” Freddie nodded. “Things.” She didn’t know what to do with herself. Would she be giving herself away if she put more distance between them? Did she even want more distance between them?

“I’ve been dreaming about you too.”

Freddie’s eyes shot to Rosie. She searched his face for a few moments, trying to discern if he was making fun of her, but it didn’t seem like he was. “You have?” she asked tentatively.

Rosie nodded.

“What do I do when you dream about me?”

Rosie shrugged. “Oh, you know. Things.”

Freddie pointed a finger at him, taking two steps forwards. “That’s not fair.”

He was grinning. “Why not? You didn’t tell me.”

“You forced the information out of me,” Freddie protested. “You brought it up of your own accord.”

“So you get your privacy and I don’t get mine?” His eyes were dancing. Now he was making fun of her.

Freddie laughed quietly. “What do I do in your dreams that would warrant privacy, Rosie?”

His eyes sparkled. “Lots of things.”

He was still leaning against her desk. She was now standing right in front of him. Things had never really been like this between them. He was always unfailingly sweet, her Rosie, all charming and boyish and shy. Freddie had always known he was attracted to her - he didn’t try to hide it, in fact - but such brazen flirting was new to them. Freddie wasn’t sure how far he would let her push him.

She took another tentative step towards him.

“Do you like dreaming about me, Rosie?” This was a desperate attempt to take the power back and he probably knew it. She just didn’t know if he’d let her.

He tracked her movement with darkened eyes. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Freddie hummed. “Do I?” One step closer. Then another. She had to tilt her chin up to look at him now, even though he was leaning. That aftershave he wore - she could never get it right in her dreams. It was always so much more intoxicating in real life.

He was close enough to touch. She desperately wanted to. She wanted to run a hand over his chest, over his shoulders, over his arms. Bury her hands in his hair the way she had been before he’d woken her up.

Rosie swallowed hard.

Freddie watched, mesmerised, as he let her have the upper hand.

“Don’t play with me, Fred,” he whispered.

She realised then that he was expecting her to bail out. To panic and back away and close herself off to him, as she had been known to do when she got too far ahead of herself and realised at the last moment that she wasn’t ready.

But not now. She was ready now. He couldn’t have known it but she was. And the fact that he’d indulged her flirting without expecting anything out of it, the little darling, not even a kiss - he was so precious, so sweet and patient and kind. He deserved a reward for taking care of her and never expecting anything in return.

Freddie took one final step towards him until she was standing between his legs. She could feel the heat coming off of him. She lifted a hand and rested it gently against one of his cheeks. Smiled as he leaned into it. Their eyes never left each other.

“I’m not playing with you, Rosie,” she breathed.

He was frozen, maybe, or else giving her the reins. He didn’t move but let her do whatever she wanted, touch him however she wanted. She smiled, swiping her thumb gently back and forth across his cheek, before reaching with her other hand for one of his and fastening it to her waist. “One hand here,” she mumbled to herself.

One corner of Rosie’s lips quirked up as he watched her work.

“One hand here,” she went on, removing her hand from his face to put his other hand on the centre of her back.

Freddie smiled, raking her eyes slowly up his body. “And my hands,” she mumbled, considering him, “will go here,” she placed one hand on his chest, “and here,” she placed the other on the back of his head, the prime position to run it through his curls when he finally, eventually, kissed her.

Their eyes found each other again without having to try. Both sets were wide, with blown pupils and fluttering eyelashes. Freddie’s lips were tingling. Was he going to make her take the lead on the rest, too?

No. He wasn’t. He used the leverage the position of his hands gave him to tug her flush against him until she was leaning against him as much as he was leaning against her desk. He tilted his head down, his eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips, and she tilted hers up, watching him in anticipation.

“Fred,” Rosie breathed, so close she could feel his breath on her lips.

Freddie let out an involuntary little whimper from the back of her throat. She tilted her chin up just to get closer.

“Freddie,” Jack Kidd of the air exec said as he barged in without knocking. “I got - Jesus Christ! In front of the dog?!”

“We weren’t doing anything!” Freddie cried, jumping a foot in the air and then away from Rosie. “We were just - well - I just had - I fell asleep and then -”

Jack cut her off. “I cannot stress to you enough how much I do not want to know.”

Rosie rubbed his jaw as he turned his eyes on Freddie. If he opened his mouth he wasn’t sure whether what came out would be a laugh or a scream.

“Here’s the next set of transcripts you asked for,” Jack said, holding up the file in his hand. “Croz wanted me to tell you he wants to discuss - you know what? You find Croz and talk to him yourself. Jesus Christ. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other even when you’ve been walked in on.”

Against her better judgement, Freddie dragged her eyes away from Rosie and back to Jack, stifling a laugh. She had to press her hand to her mouth to do it but it was the best she could do.

“Sorry, Jack,” she said from behind her hand.

“Not as sorry as I am,” Jack said. “Jesus fucking Christ. They don’t pay me enough to deal with this shit.” He took a few steps into the office until he was close enough to toss the folder onto Freddie’s desk, then turned to leave. He kicked one of her shoes, lying in his path, as he went, scoffing.

“Sorry, Jack,” Rosie said from behind Freddie.

Jack threw up a hand in acknowledgement of this before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

Freddie and Rosie stared at each other in silence as they listened to Jack’s retreating footsteps. Unfortunately, they had not heard these footsteps on his approach.

Freddie broke first. Still with her hand against her mouth, the giggles all but sputtered out of her. Rosie’s laughter followed right behind.

“Jesus Christ! In front of the dog?!” Freddie imitated Jack in a poor attempt at an American accent. She crossed the room to Meatball and crouched before him, running gentle fingers over his head. “Meatball, honey, have we scarred you for life?” She had giggles pouring out of her mouth every other second.

Rosie laughed. “I bet he’s seen worse. Lived in the men’s huts before you got him, didn’t he?”

Freddie fussed over Meatball a little while longer, cupping his face in her hands and kissing his head before rising to her full height again.

“You should eat something now,” Rosie said as Freddie turned back to him. He gestured to the bag of food he’d come up here to deliver and since forgotten about, accepting that their moment had passed.

“What if I’m not hungry?”

“I don’t recall asking if you were hungry,” Rosie said with laughter in his eyes. “But I do recall telling you to eat.”

“I outrank you,” Freddie pointed out.

Rosie scoffed. “Eat.”

Freddie sighed. “What did you bring me?”

Lots of things, she found. Various ingredients to make a sandwich, various options of fruit. Basically whatever had been on offer and was transportable in a paper bag.

Rosie sat with her while she ate quietly, trying things at her insistence every now and again even though he himself had had many of them already for his own lunch. He’d brought some snacks for Meatball, too, who ate them all readily and then demanded more. Rosie grinned and scruffed his head, then sighed as he pushed himself to his feet. “I should get going.”

Freddie frowned. “But you just got here.”

Rosie grinned. “I’ve been here for an hour.”

“Right,” Freddie said. “So you just got here.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, smiling as he withdrew. “I’ll see you at dinner?”

Freddie smiled. “If you’re lucky.”

Rosie frowned at her. “If only for Meatball’s sake instead of your own, keep track of time and come to dinner, Fred.”

She huffed overdramatically. “Fine. You’ll see me at dinner.”

A triumphant smile spread across his face. “Lemonade or wine at the club tonight?”

Freddie grinned. So she was being rewarded for making public appearances now. “Neither,” she told him. “I’m having a sleepover with Mils and Jem, remember?”

“Right.” Rosie rubbed his eyes. She had told him that.

“Don’t go dancing with any pretty girls in my absence,” Freddie teased him, batting her eyelashes coquettishly.

Rosie raised both eyebrows in a comical impression of shock. “There are other pretty girls?”

“Shut up,” Freddie told him, laughing.

He was grinning that stupid grin he did when he was amusing himself. “I’ve never seen any other pretty girls,” he continued his act. “I was under the impression you were the only one.”

Freddie scoffed. “That’s your oversight, not mine. Don’t tell me you never kissed any pretty American girls before coming over here.”

“Well.” He shrugged, clicking his tongue. “I’ve kissed some girls in my time. They weren’t pretty the way you’re pretty.”

“And in what way am I pretty?” Freddie wondered, giggling.

“You’re the prettiest thing I ever saw,” he told her. His sincerity was disarming as much as it was unbearably adorable.

His mouth was still open, a new set of words, undoubtedly compliments, starting to tumble out, when Crosby came barging in, also without knocking.

“Fred - oh, hi, Rosie - Fred, I wanted to talk to you about these flight plans -”

“I’m gonna go,” Rosie said, ducking his chin to hide his exasperated laughter. Clearly, her office was not the place for them to be flirting. “I’ll see you at dinner, Fred.”

Freddie was laughing to herself as she watched him retreat, heat creeping up his cheeks. He inclined his head in goodbye to Croz and then eased the door shut behind him.

Croz glanced between the closed door and Freddie, eyebrows starting to rise. “Did I miss something?”

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