#my fingers move on their own when it comes to this man smh

[harmonysanreads]

Sooo about the yan! alhaitham having a librarian girlfriend..... I wanna hear your thoughts....

Of The Silence Betwixt Words

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Yandere!Alhaitham x Reader

Cw(s) : Yandere Themes, Intrusive Thoughts, Alhaitham being Alhaitham

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The relationship between a librarian and a reader is simple, silent and sufficiently detached ; as such, it does not require an extensive amount of cognition to treat it as anything but that.

At least, that's how it is in the beginning — it always is like this in the beginning. The burgeon of something from seemingly nothing, catapulted to such a monumental deal that one is left questioning : when did it begin? What or who sneaked in the seed and how did it nurture itself to bloom into such an unsightly, fascinating thing?

At one stage, fixation tricks the mind into stuffing that void of inquiries with what it parades as the truth — it has always been there, you simply did not notice.

It is natural for Alhaitham to respect the place that houses such a valuable item, he extends it to the person behind the desk as well. Communication is always easy with them, restricted to a few phrases and maintained due-dates to return borrowed tomes. His own house has an impressive collection as well, but the ambiance of a library is just too intricate to replicate within the four walls of his abode.

In Sumeru, physical books are unfairly ignored, one of the many ironies connoted to its claim to ‘wisdom’. The Scribe has never understood nor agreed to the other scholars' faster and apparently more efficient means of requesting the Akasha to answer their dilemmas.

The Akasha is a useful tool in many instances, that, he won't deny. But there is nothing in that machine that begets more machines that can equate to the intellectual stimulation a physical book, the extra minutes consumed by the search of that book and the librarian that never seems to let him win can provide.

The expanse of the House of Daena directly connects to the load of responsibilities its assigned keeper has to shoulder. Making sure students return the books on time, keeping an eye out for anyone who may want to get silly while annotating the tomes and the periodical shushing of rowdy study groups.

There's the occasional scholar too airy with pride to bend that seeks to challenge your knowledge as well. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for the House of Daena's reputation, you're just the correct person to put them in their places.

It's difficult to decide which one the Scribe wants to commend first : your seemingly monstrous memory or the way you can cite it all without stuttering. Alhaitham was pleased with the fact that most people thought twice before interacting with him, but the way you challenged him and emerged victorious revealed to be quite a hassle on his mind.

“Incorrect. Truly ancient petrified trees usually grow to around one or two miles in height. Check page 19, paragraph 3 of the ninth edition of ‘A Comprehensive Guide to Dragonspine Ruins’ (Kreideprinz et al., XXXX)”

That is not an interaction one can just forget. Intrigued and encouraged with a competitiveness that does not usually make itself apparent, Alhaitham decides to test the extent of your... ‘talent’. The Scribe prefers being frank — he was impressed. So much so, that it overpowered whatever bruise was inflicted on his ego.

More and more of these debates ensued, much to his bewilderment. The man who would never stay for an extra minute in his office after work hours, willingly spends time debating with the librarian of the House of Daena. Most of the time you end up winning in them. The Scribe doesn't even process the reason that he has let you win deliberately a few times was because he found the smile that followed it... pleasant.

Then, bringing a rude end to his little guilty pleasure, the news of your expertise spreads. Scholars from all Darshans come to you to check the accuracy of the rumors during the precious free-time he's been the sole occupant of until that moment. Because of your exposure to many new personalities, it appears as though his had dulled in your eyes.

He gets it, one would naturally be more drawn towards a splatter of color than the monochrome wall it decorates. The same wall also has to make sure the bricks don't fall off from their places. So, he decides to leave you to your devices.

...Except, that plan screeches to a halt when he sits down to sift through applications, his treacherous mind conjures phantoms of your smile directed to people not him, which grips onto his heart and squeezes.

Rejected, rejected, rejected — he tosses every file and application to the trash without blinking once that day. Only when he's done that, does the haze recede and he's staring at the floors in profound confusion. The abruptness of that reaction stuns him so much that he rushes to the Bimarstan for a thorough check-up, the doctor's repeated reassurance that he's fine and healthy does nothing to quell the waves of thoughts spiraling in his head.

Thanks to that, he knows now there is nothing wrong with him physically, but something has definitely happened to his mental wiring and the impact of that change leaves the wellbeing of his physical state to question as well.

Break down, look for the cause, reorganize and form a branch of conclusions — that is the pattern Alhaitham has always followed when presented with a problem. A tiny part of him entices him to jump to more reckless means ; no need to think, just drag them away from the commotion and grovel at their feet so that they'll spare attention to your pathetic existence ! But the greater part of his conscious mind, fueled by rationale, is, understandably appalled by these thoughts. In the end, he circles back to his traditional methods.

Alhaitham has always been cautious, so he quickly crosses out the prospect of confiding with someone else about these urges he's been having. He'd usually consult a book for help, but Sumeru housed no records even alluding to his condition. It's only during a stroll through the Grand Bazaar, a passing glance to the act played upon the center stage, does he finally gain a clue.

“Scrambled thoughts, erratic heartbeats and restless state of being? These could be the prelude to a greater illness! Or, a far, far gigantic sickness may have grasped your soul — love.”

Those were the words that managed to sneak in through the confines of his earpieces, rooting him to his place in the midst of the crowd. At that point, he had been exasperated. Of all things, that is what describes his predicament best? A lead is still a lead though, so he conducts further research on the matter and to no one's surprise, the more he digs, the more it makes sense.

The Sages always advise against vain pursuits involving emotions, it's clear more than ever to Alhaitham exactly why. He doesn't outright reject the notion though, research on this field is scarce in the Nation of Scholars. The available ones only scratch the surface ; there is an ocean beneath the thin ice and the itch of unraveling those depths appears to be too insistent to ignore.

But the centerpiece of his experiment was still missing, prancing around carelessly. If only he could somehow, in some way, at an auspicious moment manage to steal you away from the barrier of that desk — he halts his thoughts with a deep inhale. Surely there are more efficient approaches, he only needs to think.

He's heard that gifts and flowers can soften hearts, perhaps that should be his next course of action. His paycheck is more than enough to cover the expenses for a few continuous months and while he's at it, why not buy that incense capable of dulling people's senses which just so happens to work best with flowers? When you're off-guard he could easily — no, no, no, this isn't working.

In fact, regardless of how many other ways he comes up with, it always circles back to his initial thought. It would be so easy for him as well, certainly less time-consuming than whatever gift-giving and compliment showering the Inazuman light novels are preaching. He's stealthy enough to evade the Matra and his status could tie lose ends. Yes, the advantages of this route outweigh the set-backs in comparison to everything else.

So he refreshes his mind, there is a connection between everything ; it's common knowledge that the librarian of House of Daena will personally rescue overdue books. That record hasn't yet been broken, regardless of whether they had to traverse to the deepest part of the rainforest or some abstruse corner of the desert — the weakest link identified.

He will run countless simulations in his mind, calculating the time and possible day you'll come knocking at his door ; by then, the causal factors will be dealt with.

And everything else will resolve itself.

[bedforddanes75]

smh Filth here...

this isnt good enough for me to post on ao3 have it here instead. 18+ and stuff. ok anyway dont tell me if this sucks just leave and dont ever speak again

back fic? george doesnt wanna think and matty likes georges back. no im not projecting what do you mean. warning (technically) Unfinished and bad and idk man just read and again if u dislike (and i find out about it) then DIE im comign to get you. listne to pink floyd and chiiiillll the fuck out IM SO STRESSED i hate posting so much i cant stop speaking im trying to soften the blow (no blowjobs happen) but like i dont know Girl someone get me a gun I REALLY WANT A GUN oh my god OKok ko koko kok ok kok ok ok ok ok juts GO there its'heere

He gets George laid on his front, face pressed right into the pillows and chest fighting to expand under his weight. George keeps making these quiet, almost pathetic noises, whimper-esque, and delicate, and Matty can tell he’s fighting not to grind into the mattress.

“You can make yourself feel good, darling. Go on.”

George responds immediately with the shaky movement of his hips, and a relieved moan, goosebumps rising.

There’s nothing between them now, George already stretched out and far gone, his only thoughts being of Matty and Matty and Matty and Matty. Who is Matty to deny him that pleasure? He’s in awe at how someone can be so beautiful, staring at George’s back like it’s the sun, and it might as well be, because he’s radiating heat like a fire, so desperate to be touched and to feel good that the only outlet is there. George moves his hips slowly at first, and he’s so overwhelmed he thinks he might come just from that, the friction from the sheets more than enough for him.

But he wants Matty.

Matty runs a cold finger down the length of his spine, reverent and appreciative, and George shivers, the motion pulling another quiet noise from him. It’s silent, bar their breathing, and the rustling of sheets, but Matty’s heart is beating so fast that he doesn���t even notice. George isn’t trying to speak, not trying to beg for anything, because he knows if he tries, all that’ll come out is something garbled and stupid, but he doesn’t care, because Matty isn’t making him do any of that today, he just touches and pleases and makes him feel like he’s in heaven.

It isn’t long before Matty’s leaning down over him, letting himself press against George from behind, and whispering things down his neck.

“You want me to make you come? Want me to fuck you, darling?” And George might just cry. He does want it, but he just cannot form the words. Matty doesn’t make him, but when he doesn’t make any move to get off and start properly touching George, George knows that he won’t do anything until he does. He usually forces George to speak when they do it like this, makes him blush and whine and George lets him and loves it, but this time, he’s letting George do things in his own time, pressure all gone, (except in his groin.)

He’s got his hands on George’s waist, now leaning back just to admire him, and George can’t wait any longer. He tries to speak, just the word please, but it doesn’t come out right, and he’s just so desperate that he can’t think to correct himself.

“Just let me look at you a bit, you’re so gorgeous.” Matty doesn’t sound like he’s aware of the fact he exists anymore, so wrapped up in how beautiful George is that time and space no longer accept him as a being, he is simply a conscience left to its own devices, floating around and latching onto this angelic figure beneath where he should be. “Pretty,” he breathes, “So pretty,” again. He’s still drawing lines on George with his nails, like he’s tracing the muscles and all the marks made over the years.

George tries to keep his breathing steady, content with where he is but simultaneously needing more like he needs air, like it’s his only source of life, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t mind, really, he’s just happy to be touched, because every contact with Matty feels better than anything he’s ever taken, and he can’t imagine feeling any better than this. There’s static in his head, only just about covering the words he needs to make Matty do anything, and he wishes it wasn’t there, but he loves it so, so much.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Matty whispers eventually, after years and seconds and days and hours and George can’t reply. He wants it more than anything, but he’s so focussed on trying to figure out how to express that, that he can’t do it. A nod is all he can muster up, but he knows that Matty won’t let him just do that, he needs words, proper, full words. Then, there it is, “I need you to tell me, sweet. Words.”

He’s moved further down George’s body by now, and George didn’t even realise it was happening, but he’s pressing kisses to the dimples at the base of George’s spine, so he can’t complain. Not one bit.

Then, he moves drastically lower, kisses the very top of the line between his legs, just where the fat of his [ass] starts to rise, where his thighs turn from muscle to something soft, and he just leaves his face there for a while. He’s got his chin pressed into the middle of George’s thighs, and his hands still all over his back. That makes him speak.

“Please,” he manages, and Matty seems shocked at it.

“‘Please’ what? Need you to use words.”

George can’t, and he almost feels like crying, so desperate it’s making him shake, but he tries again.

All he can do is say, “You,” like a prayer, again, again, and Matty breathes something shaky in return. But he still doesn’t make any effort to move, just strokes the back of one of George’s arms. “Please, Matty.” It feels like they’re the only words he knows, now, really.

“Just need you to tell me what you want. I’ll do it, just tell me.”

Matty was always careful not to push boundaries and to be extra nice when George got like this, he wouldn’t push anyway, but he treats George like an ornament when he’s like this. George loves it. He likes being told he’s beautiful and being allowed to not think and just feel and feel and feel. It’s nice. It’s the best.

“You. Matty. Please.” Maybe they are the only words he knows, and he doesn’t care – they’re the only words that are important.

If Matty couldn’t understand it from that, he doesn’t know what he could’ve, but, that’s a useless thought, because he’s nodding against George, whispering “Okay.”

“Tell me if you want me to do anything else. Anything you want, sweet. Do anything. Squeeze my hand if you want me to stop.”

George nods.

He has to wait a while, Matty making sure he won't hurt George if he goes too fast, slicking himself up, but then Matty pushes into him gently, gripping George’s hand tightly to keep himself under control, and all of a sudden, it’s all worth it. He’s glad Matty doesn’t have a clear view of his face, then, because he’s bright red, sweating, and he just knows he looks an absolute state. But none of that matters at the moment, because Matty is inside him, and still, and he feels so good, so good, so, so, so, so, so good.

If he thought he couldn’t speak before, that was nothing. He can’t even see, completely taken by the feeling of Matty inside him and touching his back and touching his hair and touching him and touching. Matty is the embodiment of pleasure.

“Feels so good, darling,” Matty breathes, and he must’ve leant down, because George can feel his breath on the back of his neck. He blushes at the praise.

He can’t breathe properly with the pillows covering his face, but he doesn’t have the energy to move, and even the littlest of movements make him completely lose coherency, because Matty’s pressed right up against that spot, and he can’t take it.

Matty thrusts after a while, holding George’s hand and making sure he’s okay every few seconds, but when he does, George sees stars. He’s clearly holding back, because he keeps twitching inside George, and George only wishes he could speak more so he could tell Matty to do what he needs, to take as much as he wants, but, alas, he can’t, and he just settles on letting Matty do what he’s doing now.

The feel of Matty inside him is something he‘ll never get used to, it’s all consuming, feels like he’s turning into a star and becoming something otherworldly and living and dying all at the same time. He can’t word how amazing it is, like knowing he’s safe and letting Matty do whatever he needs, because he knows it’ll be good, and he trusts him.

He, eventually, does start to move properly, but only after multiple weak noises from George, desperate and pleading for anything. Matty grabs his hips, suddenly energised and no longer having the patience to be as gentle as he was, and George loves it. He’ll take whatever Matty gives with an open mouth and a chest left wide open, ribs all snapped to get inside, and this is like a knife made of solid pleasure, because there’s that tiny bit of pain, but it’s covered up by the heat that rushes all down his limbs, right down to his fingers, every single time Matty hits that spot inside him, and then everything is all okay.

Soon enough, Matty’s got his nails in the soft, weak skin of the space just below George’s v-line, digging into the flesh and wanting to claw him apart simply because it’s the only possible way to express how intense everything he’s feeling is. George lets the pain bloom and he whimpers into the bed.

“You okay?” Matty asks, and he nods, enthusiastic and truthful and just wanting more.

That’s all he needs, and he seems to lose some amount of his self control, because he starts fucking into George harder, one hand going back to his waist to keep steady, and the other going to his hair. He doesn’t pull just yet, but George wouldn’t complain if he did, taken by the pleasure. Matty’s nails are pressing slightly, and he welcomes the sting.

The sweet, soft, gentle Matty is almost fully gone now, and he’s changed back into something like what he usually is in just a few minutes, and it’s making George sick with want. He’s tightening his grip on George’s hair more and more by the minute, and by now, it’s starting to sting.

George doesn’t think anything’s going to change after that, just thinks Matty’s going to make him come like this, and he has no reason to think anything else. That is, until Matty yanks George’s head towards himself by the hair, and George can’t help the moan he lets out. It’s loud and undignified, but Matty likes it all the same, apparently, because he holds tighter, and keeps his head there for a second. George thinks he might come just from that, the feel of Matty in his hair, tugging.

Heat ripples from his scalp, and it’s not helped by Matty starting to speak. “Fucking back, so beautiful. Perfect. It’s so pretty, fuck.” He keeps speaking until he finally unthreads his fingers from George’s hair, but George can still feel the ghost of his palm. He fixes his grip properly onto his hips and waist instead.

He’s definitely digging his nails into that pale flesh, and it wouldn’t shock George if, when he moves, there’s skin left beneath them. He’s being gentler than normal, which George is grateful for, because he knows that if Matty did anything that was any more intense than pulling his hair, he’d be coming within a minute of him sinking inside.

He can feel heat building in his stomach, and, all of a sudden, he’s overly aware of the sheets rubbing against himself, hard against them, and he whimpers, eyes squeezing. Matty’s starting to stroke his hair, and ramble.

“You feel so fucking good, Jesus Christ. Fuck, George.” He’s digging his thumb into a space near one of the dimples on George’s back now, almost like he wants it to bruise so he’s got proof of it, like the proof isn’t George’s very existence.

George gets closer a lot sooner than he’d like to, but he just can’t help it, because Matty is telling him how good he feels and how well he’s doing over and over again, and there’s so much happening, like the feel of Matty hitting just where he needs every time and the feel of himself against fabric and the image of what he must look like in his head. It’s all too much. Almost.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Matty slows down, taps him, asks if he’s okay, and he just nods, nods like it’s keeping him alive, manages to turn his head enough to the side to say “Please, please, Matty, please,” and then his eyes roll back.

He’s so close, whining and whimpering nonsense and trying to form words to warn Matty, failing, but not caring, because he’s blinded by how good it feels, and Matty isn’t letting up, in fact, he’s fucking him harder, pulling George’s hips into his own with every thrust, determined to make him come.

It doesn’t take long before he’s right on the edge, just needing a tiny bit more, and then Matty fists a hand into his hair once more, and he’s gone. The combination of Matty fucking him so good, with the sharp pain on his scalp, is better than anything he could’ve imagined, and he cries out as he comes, over and over, moaning into the pillows and clenching his fists, begging with completely incoherent noises. Matty keeps moving for a bit, and George doesn’t have the mind to protest, nor does he want to, he’d rather lie in the afterglow and be only half aware of how overstimulated he’s becoming.

He doesn’t really notice when Matty comes, and he doesn’t notice virtually anything else for a while after, either, just lets himself be moved around as Matty tries his best to clean him, trying to manoeuvre him into some position easier to clean from, and not doing very well, because…well, the size of George.

sorry ending Shit possibly all shit but whatever i wrote most of it. enjoy life

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari this is a THREAT ‼️⚠️ i am cornering u with a knife… that i will use to cut out a slice of carrot cake for u to enjoy while you tell me more of your thoughts on the stsg reincarnation au u mentioned in your tags 🍰 >:3 bc i am nothing if not NOSY !!

i feel like i’d heard abt an au like that before too but the only one that comes to mind rn is this one where suguru’s a barista.. n satoru is soooo starstruck just instantly like he even waits outside in the rain for suguru to clock out 😖😖 in love with how op drew them too the pouty look on satoru’s face in the second one kills me every time like aaaahhh they’re so pretty </33 prettiest boys ever….

LOGAN I GOT SO SCARED 😥😥 ty for the carrot cake i am munching on it happily :33

BUT OKOK i think i’ve figured it out …. i’ve ALSO seen that specific reincarnation au (i love it sm it hurts OUR PRETTY BOYS…..) and i think i’ve also seen some other art for another series entirely where the reincarnated characters met in a museum… so my brain probably just . mashed those two together PHDJDH 😭😭 but ok we ball I’M SO GLAD UR CURIOUS i thought abt it a bit more before going to bed yesterday and my thoughts spiralled into a whole plot PHDJDGB LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK…….. (warning!! this got long ALSO tagging mickey obv i need stsg nation approval for this @softgirlgonehaywire)

ok so !!!! first of all. satoru is a stem boy in this au. that’s simply how he is. he has literally no interest in The Fine Arts, and just so happens to get dragged to a museum for a school trip. he doesn’t really see the appeal yk?? just a bunch of stuffy rich people (he’s rich too but he’s not like the others he’s down w the poor <33) walking around like zombies….. he just hates the atmosphere bc he sincerely loves interacting w people and everyone in the museum is just staring at the paintings and sculptures and so on w/o even talking abt them :/// yeah. he does Not like art. (he just doesn’t Get It yet!!)

then we have suguru. our beloved. suguru is an art student <3 a bit pretentious about it <33 goes to a prestigious art school and lives and breathes art. he LOVES going to museums and exhibits and galleries just to dissect the pieces, think about their meaning, study them up close…. similarly to satoru i think his feelings about art have a lot to do with his yearning for connection and companionship; satoru doesn’t like art because he sees it as an isolated activity (average stem boy smh he just doesn’t Get it), suguru loves art because it gives him the chance to connect with painters new and old. he’s sooo enamored with the idea that he can forge a kind of connection with someone long dead, just by looking at something they made with their hands and mind. it’s so dear to him. (this is important for the Themes ok bear with me </3)

so!!! basically!!!! satoru is a stem boy, suguru is an art girl, and they happen to be in the same art museum at the same time. one of them is bored out of his mind, dragging his friends around and generally being a disturbance to the peace, the other is delicately and thoughtfully going from painting to painting. lost in his own little world.

they stumble upon one particular painting at the same time.

it depicts a man with long, black hair, clad in robes and smiling with the sun sinking behind him. his face is partially obscured, a little blurry, but his smile is framed almost as the center of the piece. it’s beautiful. the colours are warm, the brushstrokes are delicate, and there’s a tenderness to it that neither of them can quite put their finger on. but it’s so fervent. when they look down in search of the name of the piece and its painter, they see the following:

my one and only — unknown artist. (this is pure love starts playing in the bg)

satoru, for whatever reason, can’t take his eyes of this particular painting. he’s mesmerized. he’s never felt like this before — never felt so moved by a piece of art. suguru can’t turn away, either, but he thinks to himself that he feels a little sick. he’s never looked at a painting and felt as if it was looking right back at him. and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get a sense of the artist’s intent. he feels like he should be able to, but it’s too out of reach.

finally, suguru notices satoru standing only a couple steps away, and asks what he thinks. smiling politely. satoru is completely entranced, but meets suguru’s gaze, and all he can verbalize is that it’s pretty.

suguru loves to be a contrarian — but this time, he genuinely can’t bring himself to agree.

ok so here i’m thinking they fight a bit <33 it’s how they get to know each other (in typical stsg fashion)!! suguru really doesn't like this painting for some reason, while satoru really loves this painting (for some reason), and feels oddly protective over it. so suguru makes a throwaway comment that pisses satoru off, he gets a little hissy, they bicker a bit, that’s all. suguru offhandedly mentions that he goes to an art school. satoru ends up remembering this.

aaaaand here is where the Plot begins <33 i hope u are still with me logan & mickey here is a treat and a snack for u to munch on while reading because tbh i dont think im stopping anytime soon (you did this 😞😞): 🍨🧋 🍧🍵

satoru, as previously stated, is a stem boy. he’s never cared about art. but this painting makes him feel something, something that he’s never felt before. he’s never felt so fulfilled, and after some contemplation he realizes that must be because he’s an art boy at heart. he’s found his true calling.(<- his own assumption lol) he’s just so!! excited!!! he buys a big canvas and expensive brushes and sits down to make his Masterpiece, certain that it’ll end up mending the hole in his heart, the feeling he’s been plagued by for as long as he can recall — that something is missing from his life. (satoru assumes that this something is art.) (it’s actually suguru.)

after a very eventful evening, satoru discovers that he can’t fucking paint.

and he’s horrified by this revelation bc he’s a GENIUS. he can literally do Anything if he just tries. but he sucks at art. he just can’t do it. he sits down and tries his best to paint but nothing comes out well. there’s a gap between his imagination and reality and that just irks him. he doesn’t know what to do. he’s so used to never needing anybody’s help, but it sure would be nice if he had an art student to help him out a bit…..

……………………

satoru ends up hunting suguru down <33 by going to every single art gallery he can find in tokyo. suguru calls him a stalker. satoru asks suguru to tutor him. suguru thinks he’s insane. (but obv ends up agreeing bc no one can resist the allure of a stem boy finding his true calling) (mickey this wasnt even an intentional parallel to the vamp fic we’re just connected through the hivemind i swear)

and!! while we’re on the topic of suguru — he’s currently having a bit of a crisis because he’s never truly encountered a piece of art that’s made him feel as uncomfortable as my one and only did, and even though he knows it’s a good thing he can’t help but suddenly feel a tiny bit afraid of art. something about the smile of the man in the painting makes him feel a little nauseous, a little guilty. he can’t focus as much when he’s painting anymore, and it bothers him.

he also can’t stop thinking about the white haired little freak in the museum, who seemed so out of place, but looked so sincerely captivated by this one single painting. what does he see in it that suguru doesn’t? he just doesn’t get it.

he figures tutoring said freak will give him some answers.

aaaaand that’s the plot!!! they end up bonding through art and both take their time trying to figure out why they’re so fixated on my one and only. which obv happens to be the final work of satoru gojo, dedicated to suguru geto to keep his memory alive <333 nobody knows exactly where the painting came from, but it’s said to be a symbol of true love. a connection that transcends time. etc etc etc. u get me. satoru and suguru can’t help but feel drawn to it, and it helps them find each other again. they have this feeling towards the painting, towards each other, that they can’t quite put their finger on. something out of reach.

(one time, satoru dreams of a man with a severed arm, framed by the sunset, and wakes up with tears in his eyes.

he feels as if he’s forgotten something important.)

[jacobsbigmelons]

Now, hear me out, Jacob x Dylan? Terribly sorry if that’s not in your range of expertise/comfort, I just gotta get the question out as a shipper. If it suits you, though, maybe some fluff with Jacob in general would be cute? I know your “bro (passionately)” fic was hella good and I’m a total sucker for just cute fluffy stuff.

hey anon! i’m not the best when it comes to ships since im more of a x reader kinda guy but im a man of the people 🫣 so i’ll try !

Beating around the bush

Jacob Custos x Dylan Lenivy

cw: jacob and dylan fighting off the romantic tension to the point where the vine “oh my god they were roommates” plays perfectly here.

OH- and for the sake of my own sanity, emma and jacob aren’t a thing here because i have no clue how to write a smooth scene where they casually split or whatever smh.

oh and spoiler alert i’m making the roommates joke at the end of this lol

Faint crickets chirped in the distance as moonlight lit up the cabins as best as it could, Jacob and Dylan were in their bunk beds thought the sudden voice of Dylan and the response of Jacob clearly showed they were awake. “You up?” Dylan said as he was tapping his fingers on his chest to fidget a bit.

“Huh? oh uh well I was starting to drift off but not anymore” Jacob put it bluntly, he rolled onto his side so his ear is in the air so he can both lay down while hearing what Dylan had to say. “My bad, but like can you come down and give me company. Lonely on the bottom bunk” Jacobs eyebrows furrowed not because of annoyance but merely because of his tired state but for some reason he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

“Ow- fuck, uh gimme a sec” Jacob moved too quickly as his elbow met the wall, the slight pulses of pain were rather uncomfortable. The sound of sheets moving before he hopped off the top bunk made the cabin slightly creek. “Heh, sup dude” Jacob sat next to Dylan who was now sitting up himself, stretching a bit as to not tire himself out. “Long day today huh?” Dylan spoke. “Dude, so uncalled for by Mr.H to go on that long ass hike, i mean I personally enjoyed it until my legs started to get tired” Jacob whined as he spoke with his hands while talking, something Dylan enjoyed about him.

“Well you definitely got the build to enjoy stuff like that” Dylan said while pointing to the not at all handsome dude in front of him without a shirt on. Yet he did all that without presenting the pink tint on his cheeks now. “I guess you’re right, sight for sore eyes i’m sure” Jacob said. “Do you ever shut up when it comes to talking about yourself?” Dylan said making sure to make his tone sound not malicious at all but mere teasing.

“Well i’m not shutting up until you make me” Jacob has a slight smirk on his face, “I mean…I can think of a few ways” the silence only adding on to Jacobs thoughts, clearly they both had similar thoughts but didn’t wanna say anything, the silence spoke every word they couldn’t. “Uh…haha…I think i’m too tired to think about how you’d do that man” Jacob rubbed his eyes to add to the bit.

“Just putting my cards out on the table.” Dylan said, whether a joke or not Jacob added onto it “What, you looking to go at it on a table?” Dylan was thrown back by his reply as the two broke out into laughter, “Well I mean there’s always room on the table so we could always y’know…do more” Dylan finished off before Jacob turned against Dylan. “Eww, you’re gross dude!” He said giving Dylan a playful punch on the shoulder. “No see! I’m not gross, i’m just more vocal about my thoughts, you just keep this stuff tucked away! So the only reason i’m being accused of being ‘gross’ is for my consistency!”

The two laughed a bit longer before the room fell silence again, though with a bit more uncomfortable tension unlike before. “Just in case, if I ever joke around and I like cross a boundary or something…just tell me?” Dylan broke the quietness, “Nah you’re good man, but…when you do joke and shit…do you like, mean some of that stuff?” Dylan always made flirtatious jokes, a bit to Ryan when they first became friends, and most of the time they were directed to Jacob. But he never expected to be confronted with this kind of question. The urge to lie was there but he felt wrong lying to the person he feels deeply for.

“I mean…like I said. No jokes this time, my cards are on the table…so I mean, I guess. Yeah. I like you a lot, you’re a good friend and all that. So, if you ever…wanna give a guy named Dylan a call and ask him out or whatever, i’m here.” Silence yet again filled the air which only made Dylan want to double back on what he just said, he definitely didn’t expect to spill his guts to his crush. “But if you don’t I totally get that I mea-“ His words were cut off by the feeling of long awaited lips against his, he was shocked at what was currently going down, was Dylan even conscious?

They pulled away quickly as they just stared into one another’s eyes as they felt more drawn to each other in the moment, they simply reconnected lips once again, Dylan putting a hand on Jacobs waist and likewise. “Uh.” They awkwardly laughed in unison, almost like they both knew they weren’t expecting this. “Color me impressed, Im pretty speechless, not too often this happens” Dylan admitted. “Well, uh” Jacob scratched the back of his neck. “We don’t have to talk when we can like…show it.” Jacobs voice which was much more louder earlier now turned soft even kinda sweet was showing and it only made Dylan smile. “But guess what?” Jacob was trying not to laugh as he spoke his question.

“What…?” Dylan asked with concern laced in his voice along with a raised eyebrow. “oh my god they were roommates.” Dylan playfully smacked Jacobs chest as all he could do laugh while trying to protect his bare body. “You just killed such an intimate mood dude.” Dylan said now slightly annoyed but more or less happy overall as he saw Jacob filled with all this joy, it was contagious really.

“Worth it.” Jacob said while cackling as they attempted tried to sleep in the bottom bunk together, the crickets still chirping as the moonlight illuminated the two peaceful lovers.

[captainaikus]

Helloo, may i ask for some match up? ( if youre still taking request).

I'm a sucker for mystery/detective stories. Such as sherlock holmes, knives out, kindaichi, etc. Hanging out with me consist going to escape room at least once in two weeks. This is embarassing, but i live for the academic validation. It almost unhealty to be honest. Years ago, I once cried for one week straight just because i got B minus on my math class. Its quite funny to me now.

Im good at baking pastry and cakes and also a decent home cook. I love sweet teeth-rooting stuff. Mcflurries is my comfort food.

People often say that i look unaproachable at a glance but once they know me more, suprisingly im very easy to talk to. Its very easy for me to like, but hard to really love someone. But again, people say that suprisingly im a hopeless romantic. Who would do anything for someone that i love and i takes a lot of time for me to move on.

Im fine with either nsfw or sfw, anything comes up into your mind its fine. Thank you so muvh, Congrats for the 2k.

Hm... Honestly, this was giving me Ego vibes but with the validation for academics, I think you need a matchup who is easy going and won't be so hard on you. (ego will just straight up harass you for a b minus. as if this man has never stumbled or failed even once in his life smh)

I match you with - Julien Loki!

Vibes i get from this relationship - pressure free and comforting. To begin with, he is a really good mentor - so clear head and clear concepts. He is strict but easy going at the same time, so he isn't a pain to work with (Even Rin respects him and tries not get on his last nerve cause when Julian snaps, it gets really bad.) He is also really polite, sticks in his own orbit but if he has to work with you in some way, he makes sure that you feel comfortable and not awkward around him. So even if you look unapproachable, he isn't afraid to approach you and this man doesn't put labels on anything or anyone except when is in a relationship. "Let's call a spade a spade." is something he would say with a smile rather than being serious about it. "What are you upto?" a voice came from behind you. Turning behind you watched as Julien sat on the table behind you, setting his coat on the side of the chair, hands crossed under his chin, eyes having a twinkling at the sight of you with your oven gloves on. "Trying a new recipe..." you trailed, hearing the ping of the oven. Taking out the tray of the new chocolate oatmeal brownies, you set them on the counter, taking them out and arranging them on the plate. Taking out two separately, you placed the plate in front of him. "Is this on the house?" he asked, giving you a small smile. "Pretty sure you could buy the entire place and whatever else comes along with it, but sure. It's on the house." you said, taking the oven gloves off and throwing down them down on the counter, your words making him chuckle. Taking a piece off the plate, he bit into it, savoring the taste of it slowly before taking more bites and licking it off his fingers. "Seems like Julien Loki enjoyed it." you sighed. Taking the other piece he held it up to your mouth. "Julien Loki did enjoy it." he smiled as you took a bite. Chewing into the new recipe, you could feel the sweet and saltiness of the dessert dance on your taste buds. Leaning in close he kissed you, making you moan as his lips moved against yours in a slow and sensual rhythm. Giving a playful bite on your lower lip, he pulled away staring at your lips; his gaze then shifting up your eyes. "I was just getting a crumb. Couldn't let the new recipe go to waste now, could I ?"

[just-some-random-blogger]

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" You quirked an eyebrow at his scowling face.

he should be kissing ME with that mouth smh 😞😞😞✊✊✊

"I have the blood of dragons running through my veins." Aemond sniffed. "Pain is a foreign-ouch!"

😒😒😒 its giving man

"I don't need you fussing over me, Y/N."

🤨 k rat [smacks with an iron tray]

"You don't have to be alone Aemond." You spoke the words before truly registering their meaning, they lingered heavily in the air between you and the prince.

FACTS RATATATATATATAT

You tried your best to not become overly distracted by the way his hair fell like a silken waterfall over the edge of the couch or the way his long fingers clasped together atop his abdomen as he watched your movements closely.

thats why u better than me. i would not be strong enough

"Perhaps I miscalculated slightly."

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"Why do you ask for me?" You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Whenever you're injured you send for me. Why?"

GEEE YN IDK MAYBE ITS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SEE YOU?????

"I'm sorry." You snapped back to attention, jerking away from him, trying to regain composure of your flaming cheeks.

?????????????????? NO STFU AND KISS HIM YOU SEWER RAT ??????????????????????????????

"Don't be." Aemond's voice was coarse, his hand found the back of your neck, pulling until you yielded.

EXACTLY? AS HE SHOULD? YALL DUMB AF

You nuzzled your nose against his, pressing further into him, giving him your acceptance as you deepened the kiss. Your mind was lost to bliss, feeling his mouth moving against yours, the wetness of his tongue skimming the swell of your bottom lip. He nipped gently at you until you opened to him, allowing him to explore you, his tongue languidly entwining with your own.

"Gods, I am sorry." You shook your head as if that would help clear it.

FUCK FEMINISM ITS ON SIGHT COME AT ME HAVE AT ME YN

lol i have realized i skipped reading the sentence right above this one and she did not in fact apologize for kissing aemond and apologized for leaning into his bruise. i would like to apologize to women everywhere. feminism indeed is still very much important. im sorry yn

You batted away his searching hands as they sought lower along your body. "No feeling up the healer, Aemond."

NVM NVM ITS ON SIGHT AGAIN GIMME HIM IF U DONT WANT HIM YN 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 ITS CALLED SHARED ASSESTS

Aemond shifted, clasping your hand and tugging you closer. "You asked me yourself why I always send for you when in need of a healer, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I am ill accustomed to letting people close." His eye followed the movement of your lips slowly parting as you registered his words. He brought your hand closer, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "You mend broken things. Perhaps that is why you are drawn to me as well."

"You aren't broken Aemond." He snorted and turned his head, you tucked your finger against his chin, guiding him back to look at you. "Not to me."

PURR YASS QUEEN

Aemond seemed caught between a sneer and a laugh, his eye becoming glassy as he looked at a point over your shoulder. He did not speak for quite some time, the two of you lapsing into silence as you both fought with your emotions.

HOW DO I RECOVER FROM THIS

ig i dont

Hi! So I’m a nurse and my husband doesn’t like anyone helping him but me and I find it oddly romantic. I was wondering if maybe you could do a story where the princess is also a trained healer and Aemond comes home from war with an injury that he should have had a Maester look at but he only wants his wife touching him 🥹 like nothing super life threatening but perhaps she’s cleaning one of his scrapes and he’s feeling her up and she swats his hand away playfully and says “no feeling up the healer” with a teasing grin and he’s like it’s why I fell in love with you in the first place, you take such good care of me and other people and I just 🥹

I love this idea! I sort of took liberties with these requests and did a short story based on the idea of Aemond and Y/N having unspoken feelings for one another till this point. Aemond has been closed off to Y/N for a while now and it takes him falling down a flight of stairs for him to open up.

Aemond x reader | taking care of an injured Aemond | healer!reader

"Hold still Aemond."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Oh really?" You glanced skyward, uttering a silent prayer for patience as the silver-haired prince shifted uncomfortably in your grasp. "What if I put pressure here?"

Aemond cursed, trying to yank his arm away from your touch. "Gods be damned, Y/N! Why would you do that?"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" You quirked an eyebrow at his scowling face. "You sure took a tumble. Did Aegon really put up that much of a fight?"

Aemond shrugged in response, wincing as he gazed into the flames of the sitting room fireplace. You resumed applying healing salve to the quickly blossoming bruises on the shoulder and arm where he'd landed.

"Are you in much pain?" You tried reading his stoic expression, the prince avoiding your eyes resolutely.

"I have the blood of dragons running through my veins." Aemond sniffed. "Pain is a foreign-ouch!"

You looked up at him from under your brows. "You were saying?"

"I don't need you fussing over me, Y/N."

You sighed, wrapping the worst of his injuries as best you could manage. "I insist Aemond." You sat back on your heels from where you knelt next to him on the floor. "Where else does it hurt?"

"I've already told you..." Aemond's lilac eye found yours at last, his lips pouting slightly. "I need no assistance; I am perfectly capable of dealing with this myself."

"You don't have to be alone Aemond." You spoke the words before truly registering their meaning, they lingered heavily in the air between you and the prince.

Aemond was silent, his eye flickering over your face from your eyes to your mouth and back.

"My ankle." He said, finally breaking the loud silence. "I don't imagine I can put much pressure on it."

You hesitated, looking at him for permission before rolling up the pantleg where he was indicating. His ankle was indeed swollen, the injury attempting to shield itself from further trauma. When you grazed your fingers lightly along the bruised skin Aemond flinched away and hissed through his teeth.

"I don't think it's broken, thankfully." You measured the set of the bone with practiced eyes. "Though you should elevate it."

You grabbed several pillows, creating a raised cushion for Aemond to rest his foot upon at the end of the couch. "I'll need you to lie down."

Aemond looked you over once before nodding curtly. "Very well." He allowed you to help guide his leg atop the pillows, scooting back so he lay prone upon the sofa.

You tried your best to not become overly distracted by the way his hair fell like a silken waterfall over the edge of the couch or the way his long fingers clasped together atop his abdomen as he watched your movements closely.

You gingerly began smoothing ointment onto the swollen skin of his ankle, Aemond grunting in pain as he attempted to keep still for you.

"What was that about being 'fine' and not needing help?" You teased, giggling as Aemond grumbled in protest.

"Perhaps I miscalculated slightly."

You shook your head, a fond smile tugging your lips as you continued tending his injuries. After you had finished wrapping his ankle you sat back to admire your work.

"Why do you ask for me?" You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Whenever you're injured you send for me. Why?"

Aemond sat up on his forearms the better to observe you. He took a short breath. "I trust you." Such simple words seemed to cost him a great deal and he looked away, pursing his lips.

"I'm honored." There was no sarcasm in your voice, and your face was open and honest when Aemond's eye snapped back to look at you.

You moved up to where a bruise was beginning to darken his collarbone, keenly aware of his breath on your hands. You made the mistake of looking him in the eye, his scorching gaze causing the air to stop catch in your throat. Your fingers stilled atop his warm flesh, Aemond's hand rose to gently trace the inside of your wrist and forearm. You held his intent gaze, unaware that you were leaning into him until you felt the tickle of his breath on your lips.

"I'm sorry." You snapped back to attention, jerking away from him, trying to regain composure of your flaming cheeks.

"Don't be." Aemond's voice was coarse, his hand found the back of your neck, pulling until you yielded.

He guided you close once more, brushing his lips against your own carefully, as if handling something delicate, afraid it would break. He seemed to be waiting for you to give him permission, lingering with his mouth barely touching your sensitive skin.

You nuzzled your nose against his, pressing further into him, giving him your acceptance as you deepened the kiss. Your mind was lost to bliss, feeling his mouth moving against yours, the wetness of his tongue skimming the swell of your bottom lip. He nipped gently at you until you opened to him, allowing him to explore you, his tongue languidly entwining with your own.

Your hand touched the bruise on his shoulder and Aemond pulled away with a short huff of pain, the spell of your embrace broken like a soap bubble.

"Gods, I am sorry." You shook your head as if that would help clear it.

"Stop apologizing, Y/N." Aemond rasped a short chuckle, sweeping his fingers through his hair, moving it off his face.

Blushing furiously, still feeling the fresh memory of his lips, you tried to refocus on applying the last of the salve to his injuries.

Aemond's hands began to wander, caressing their way along your arms and tracing your sides down to your waist. There was a small smile playing on his plush lips as he watched your face, drinking in your reactions with relish.

"I do love those little gasps you make when I touch you, Y/N." His hands came to rest purposefully atop your hips. "You've always had little tells."

You batted away his searching hands as they sought lower along your body. "No feeling up the healer, Aemond."

Aemond gave you an aggrieved look, but his hands fell away from you all the same. You immediately missed their warmth.

"I'm glad my feelings were so obvious to you." You finished dressing his injuries, corking the bottle of salve and setting it aside before giving him your full attention. "Why make me wait so long? I thought you were indifferent to me."

Aemond shifted, clasping your hand and tugging you closer. "You asked me yourself why I always send for you when in need of a healer, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I am ill accustomed to letting people close." His eye followed the movement of your lips slowly parting as you registered his words. He brought your hand closer, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "You mend broken things. Perhaps that is why you are drawn to me as well."

"You aren't broken Aemond." He snorted and turned his head, you tucked your finger against his chin, guiding him back to look at you. "Not to me."

Aemond seemed caught between a sneer and a laugh, his eye becoming glassy as he looked at a point over your shoulder. He did not speak for quite some time, the two of you lapsing into silence as you both fought with your emotions.

"Stay with me tonight." He spoke softly, almost a whisper.

"Aemond..."

"I don't have nightmares when you're with me."

You didn't know what to say, your brow furrowing as you read the unguarded expression on Aemond's face. Slowly you nodded, "Would you like me to remove this?"

Your fingers traced the leather band of his eyepatch, but Aemond flinched away. "No." He said shortly, taking a steadying breath before trying to smile. "No, I will be alright with it on."

You didn't press the issue, disliking the sudden tension your suggestion had brought. "Tell me more about the dragons."

Aemond's lips twitched. "Where did we leave off last time?"

"You were expounding on Balerion the Black Dread."

"Oh yes, I remember you were quite fond of hearing about him." Aemond's thumb traced circles to the back of your hand as he began retelling stories of the great dragon, his eye alight with the fervor only speaking of his passions brought.

You listened, spellbound, asking questions as they came into your mind. The two of you leaning into one another, equally entranced by the other's presence.

You had unwittingly fallen for a dragon and only fate would decide if you ended up being protected or burned.

Either way you were on fire.

[jiyansthesis]

SHE'S NOT THE ☆ ONE

LEON ☆ KENNEDY (re4)

x reader

summary: something's been on your mind, and you can't concentrate on shooting. it might be the attractive man holding your hands steady , but maybe its the thoughts of the girl always in red he's been pining and dreaming about. . .

note: after we got new clips of leon for the re4make I have been salivating over him and my obsession with him is back so much stronger so I had to make this. this is kinda practice for me writing re4 leon. also I hate this fic tyvm its not my best smh

this is a lil test of me tryna write re4 leon so sry if its dogshit. pls pretend chris and leon knew eachother before re6

"something on your mind?" you shivered as leon's breath brushed against your neck.

"nothing. it's just it might be easier for me to concentrate if it wasn't for you bothering me," you joked, gripping the handle of the gun tightly.

leon let out a chuckle and you could feel him give you some space.

"I know me being behind you isn't what's bothering you."

you shrugged. you didn't exactly know why you were so mad anyways.

"maybe it's how much I can't aim."

"isn't that why i'm here?" he questioned, stepping into your field of view.

"obviously. I would never hang out with you for fun." you scoffed jokingly.

leon rolled his eyes. "who got your panties in a twist today?"

"c'mon kennedy, i've been holding this gun for like 5 minutes now. you can ask me stuff later."

it's almost like leon pouted as he watched you get into your shooting stance, arms outstretched and legs a decent distance apart.

"here, if you put your hands around it like this. . ." he grabbed your hands and slightly moved them, making sure your fingers were in the right spot. "now it should be a bit easier to shoot."

you felt your body heating up at his touch, and almost whined in disappointment when he let go.

"try it now," he nodded his head towards the target.

you let out a short breath, calming yourself down before shooting a few rounds. only one of them came close to where you were aiming.

you threw your head back in disbelief.

"how in the world am I even going to learn this?"

leon walked back over to you and placed a hand on your hip.

"you're too stiff, just relax," he whispered in your ear as he began angling your arms back up. "aim, then shoot. take your time."

"would it be better if I thought of someone I hate?" the red dot on the target was reminding you of a certain someone. her and her stupid little dress and her perfect body. you didn't realize your eyes were narrowing in anger.

"whatever helps you out." the corner of his lips twiched upward as he decided to stand behind you and instead bring his arms to your hands from there.

"I'll help keep the gun steady for now."

you could not concentrate.

"leon, this is not helping."

"oh, am I distracting you?" he teased.

"you wish," you countered before pulling the trigger again, this time hitting the red dot.

you immediately turned around to leon, a huge grin on your face. he returned it with a smile of his own.

"good girl. that's definitely better than last time. maybe I should help you hold your gun all the time."

"you really should," you blurted out.

leon looked surprised, but you quickly followed up with: "but you must spend all your time looking for your little girlfriend."

well, that sure didn't help your statement out.

"my little girlfriend?" he asked as you turned the safety on on your gun and set it down on the counter.

"the girl you have a picture of stashed on your drawer?" you raised an eyebrow as you began to find a sudden interest in the floor.

"ada?"

"who else, kennedy." you scowled.

you saw his shoes come into your vision, and you looked up at the blonde.

"is that seriously what's been bothering you this whole time?"

"well, isn't she basically your girlfriend? if she is, it's just weird you'd be, you know, this close to me." you lied. him being close to you definitely wasn't why you were so pissed.

"ada isn't my girlfriend." he used his hand to bring your jaw up to meet his gaze.

you let out a hum. "sorry, I don't know what I was saying."

"are you. . . jealous?" leon smirked, coming closer.

"no way, leon."

"you need to become a better liar." he glanced at your lips and then back at your eyes.

"are we gonna kiss right now?" you joked, not expecting leon's response.

"can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened and you began to look everywhere but him.

"are you serious?" you couldn't believe him.

"will this show you i'm serious?" he said as he inched closer.

you shut your eyes, only to hear a door open.

"god dammit kennedy, out of all places?"

"what is it this time, chris," leon groaned.

"sorry to bust in during your little moment that was gonna escalate into god knows what, but you might wanna wrap this up. we need you right now." chris leaned against the door.

"he's probably mad i'm not getting with claire. how about we meet at my house at 8?" he leaned down to whisper.

"really?"

"what, did you think we weren't going to continue this?"

[valeskawhore]

Imagine; part two of— Gotham villains with a vampire s/o! Part one here!

2/4, this serious includes; Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, The Penguin and The riddler.

Jeremiah Valeska 💜

-This man was skeptical.

-After all, vampires don’t exist! There is science to prove his logic!! What are you not understanding??

-He’s so close minded and paranoid smh. But in his eyes, it keeps him sAfE. Lil bitch tbh

-Still though, He found you absolutely breathtaking. Whatever you were, you have him wrapped around your finger. Your smooth skin, your ambitious eyes, your aura, just every little thing about you was different from the rest.

-You stood out.

-There you were.. you looked so peaceful sitting in front of the fireplace. Reading a book in silence with the most gentle smile on your face, you were at peace with your life.

-Taking a good vacation at Wayne manor, visiting your nephew Bruce.

-An old friend of the family you were of course. You’ve known Bruce his entire life and saved his father from a Bomb threat at Wayne manors opening party 50 years ago.

-Alfred had let you in. He was happy that you decided to accept his invitation to the manor because, in his eyes, you were exactly what Bruce needed right now. A loving family member to comfort him in his own time of need.

-Alfred knew what you were of course, how could he not? He started working for Bruce’s father around the same time you had first met the man.

-It’s kinda hard not to notice when you see the person you’ve known your entire career not age a single day.

-(Alfred had the biggest crush on you back then but shh! That’s another story for another time.)

-They we’re both fast asleep when Jeremiah had broke into the manor. Simply wanting to watch Bruce sleep, nothing more..

-But then he found you instead.. or rather, you found him..

-He was creeping around the manor trying to find Bruce’s room when he entered the living room with too much noise and was all of a sudden pinned to the nearest wall with beautiful darkened e/c eyes threatening his.

-He gasped as you dug your nails into his throat, daring him to move. You spoke slow, threatening him, but yet your voice was so angelic— Jeremiah couldn’t find himself to be scared of you??

-“Wanna tell me why Gotham’s #1 Villain broke into Wayne manor?” You asked, hovering your teeth above his throat, he gulped.

-Instead of responding, Jeremiah laughed like crazy, shaking his head. Who were you?? Why are you here and most importantly, why are you so fucking intoxicating??

-You sighed, letting him go. He flopped to the floor still laughing like crazy but replaced that with a gurgled cough when you rib kicked him.

-He rolled over smiling, “OooOooo darling~”

-“Shut the hell up!” You seethed, “And keep it down! Bruce is trying to sleep you fucking moron!”

-“I’m not worried about Bruce right now, dearest. I’ve found something new to play with.”

-“Oh really? Hm?,” you faked curiosity, tapping your chin with your forefinger still glaring down at the man. “And who’s that?”

-“Well.. you of cour-sh-hg“

-Another blow to the ribs. This fucker really had it coming anyways. Killing all those people on live television? Of course you knew who he was??

-Jeremiah Valeska… tweedle-fucking-dum to Jerome Valeska, his twin who also raised hell on Gotham.

—“My my..” he smiled up at you with a wide smile, whipping the blood from his mouth with his shirt cuff, “You really are a sight for sore ribs, Darling.”

-You glared, “Aren’t you a charmer?” He smiled.

-General Head-cannons-

-When you both do get to know each, Jeremiah is very sweet.

-It took some convincing.. like- a lot of convincing- for him to accept the fact that your a literal vampire.

-it goes against all his beliefs and research! He’s dumbstruck in all honestly.

-Tho in his eyes, your perfect.. to both his plans and to his romantic life.

-Super speed, strength, healing, eyesight etc-

-You’re exactly who he needs to become his new proxy! Ecoo was kicked to the Curb the night you both met! (Gun shot to the fore head but yanno)

-Besides that, he’s shy. He’ll never admit it but let’s be honest to ourselves people—

-He’s never been in a relationship.

-You figured this out when he told you about his life, pre-spray. How he went into hiding under a fake name and took all kinds of precautions to hide from his older brother Jerome.

-The guy just sounded like a virgin.

-Then he let it slip one night accidentally. You both were tipsy (more so, him then you cause— well you know) but it slipped out that he has never had his first kiss?

-You side eyed him, trying to figure out if this was true or not but from the massive blush that spread across his white cheeks, you knew.

-The next morning was even funnier. It was like a comedy show with a hungover Jeremiah and definitely not a light weight s/o.

-(You’ve been drinking for literal centuries)

-“Hey handsome, have fun last night?” You smiled, as he wobbled into the makeshift kitchen he had in the bunker.

-He winced, holding his head but still wobbling towards you. “Hush dear,” he grumbled, coming to hug you from behind.

-“I have a massive headache.” He mumbled into your neck, arms slipping around your waist to hold you tight.

“I bet.” You smiled, “But heyyy, at least I waited, right?”

-“For?” He mumbled.

-“—us to have our first kiss, we gotta pop that cherry sometime.”

-The blush that spread across this man’s face :,)

-“I uh- don’t know what your talking about-“

-“oh hush, I waiting all night just so you’d remember it!”

—-

-He’d want you to turn him.

-Jeremiah has abandonment issues, like bad. After his mother. (Only because he was such a big mamas boy growing up.)

-He’d wanna be stuck with you forever, to thrive together and rule Gotham for years.

-He’d plan out a huge wedding and after party. Inviting every evil face around.

-He’d want Bruce to come even, and the poor boy would for you.

-Even if Bruce doesn’t approve of your husband, he’d still love you but dread the awful fact that he’s now technically related to Jeremiah.

-Once Jeremiah realizes this, well then.. he’s going to want to be you even more.

:)

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I hope this was ok! People where asking for a Jeremiah version and I finally got around to it!! <333

@rabbiteggz

@rottenecstasy

[itsonlydana]

hiiiii, can i please request a jschlatt x reader where the reader gets to babysit jambo for a few days while schlatt's gone to do idk what and while he has had some complicated feelings towards the reader before seeing their interactions with jambo now and how much they care for the cat while he's away (through video calls and after he comes back) make him realise just what that feeling towards the reader is and it leads to an unexpected for both (but much needed for both) confession. thank you <33

"the paw-sibility of love" ➷ jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x reader (gn)

warnings/tags: none, fluff

words: 2,2k (so much kitty love)

song: drive me crazy - hate drugs

a/n: the title.. i know its a bad joke .. forgive me! Hope you enjoy those sweet moments of bonding <3 throughout writing this i looked at my cat and just thought "why don´t you act like jambo here?" and then she walked away, smh

"Jambo, pss pss, come here, wanna say hello to your dad?" You patted your lap, luring the cat from his sleeping spot on his bed to join you on the couch. With a meow, Jambo answered your call and jumped up to you, nuzzling his head against your arm.

"Ohh hi, Jambo!" Schlatt, who had been less interested in your conversation before, now leaned closer to the camera. The cat responded instantly to his owner's voice, albeit a bit confused from where it was coming from and why he couldn't see him. Schlatt laughed, for the first time in the last ten minutes, "Here little guy."

As Jambo continued to peer around the living room, you raised your index finger in front of his nose, guiding it until he turned his head to the cell phone in your other hand and recognized the man on the screen.

Jambo meowed loudly, nudged his wet nose against the finger Schlatt had held up to the camera, tried to chase after it when Schlatt moved his hand.

"How are you doing Jambo? Are you getting enough attention and food?" Schlatt's questions stung. Not only because he didn't even address them to you, but to Jambo, but also because he indirectly accused you of not taking care of the cat.

"Of course he's fine," you snapped, offended by the accusation. You could see Schlatt rolling his eyes, which only hurt you more, making your throat tighten uncomfortably. "I have to go now, he needs to be fed." Before Schlatt could even say goodbye you hung up and threw your phone into the couch cushions with a frustrated snort.

"What is he thinking? Does he really think I wouldn't take good care of you?" you asked Jambo, who had turned his attention back to you after Schlatt's sudden disappearance and was quietly purring as he rubbed his muzzle against your fingers. As if he could sense your bad mood, the cat climbed up your chest. He made himself comfortable there, doing a few laps in which his tail slapped against your face, causing you to sniffle before he made himself comfortable right under your chin, which he nudged with his wet snout. "Oh Jambo," you gently stroked the cat's orange fur. "Why doesn't your owner like me?"

Not liking was an understatement, you had a feeling Schlatt would prefer to have nothing to do with you. He had a knack for being in a bad mood whenever you showed up somewhere, which was not uncommon due to your mutual friend groups.

As long as you knew him, he avoided you, made inappropriate comments to you, and was generally bad company.

The problem was that you had still managed to fall for him, badly. You had a really bad crush on him.

This weakness for him had also finally made you agree to him when he had asked if you could watch Jambo for a week. Why he asked you of all people was not clear to you, maybe everyone else had declined or he knew that you had cats in the past.

You didn't really regret it, only 90%, because while you were on the phone with Schlatt every day, and were more often in his apartment than in your own, you could also spend time with Jambo, probably the sweetest cat in the world.

Unfortunately, this time passed relatively quickly, the one week Schlatt was out of the country had passed with the blink of an eye. According to the plan, Schlatt was supposed to arrive in the early evening, and you would then directly give him back the key to his apartment; most likely he didn't feel like meeting with you again on another day just for that.

It was fine with you, so you could use every possible minute with Jambo, you had the suspicion not to see him as regularly as the last six days.

Since it was Sunday and you didn't have to work, you set off for the apartment after breakfast, taking one of your favorite books and a croissant from the bakery on your way, your steps with a little less bounce than usual.

Like the last few days, Jambo greeted you right at the door, the cat meandered between your legs, you had barely unlocked and closed the door behind you again. "Hey my boy.", you knelt down, letting your bag slide to the floor so you could give the meowing cat your attention. "Today is our last day, shall we give you an extra great breakfast?" you asked as you stood back up and walked into the kitchen where you set out his bowl of wet food, sprinkled with a few treats.

After you both had breakfast and Jambo curled up for a nap on his cat tree, you started cleaning up the apartment. Schlatt had never asked you to do this, at most to clean the litter box, but for you it was obvious to vacuum up the cat hair, or to wipe over the shelves, so that Schlatt would not have to return to a dirty apartment.

The day passed quickly, a little too quickly for you, Jambo also seemed to feel the sad vibe, he did not leave your side.

You didn't go out as usual, but ordered your lunch to the apartment because Jambo started screaming as soon as you put your bag together.

In the afternoon you sent your daily Jambo photos to Schlatt, you even jumped over your own shadow and sent, besides the photos of Jambo playing, a photo of him leaning his forehead against yours and one of him licking your nose, to both of which he surprisingly replied with a "cute" - you thought he meant Jambo's affection.

Towards the evening you became more restless, checking your phone every few minutes, waiting for Schlatt's message to fly off, which never came.

You knew that this constant checking would drive you crazy, strain your nerves, so you lay down on the couch. Immediately Jambo jumped on your chest, curled up with his face turned to yours, where he stayed, enjoying your calm voice as you read from your book.

It was this image that Schlatt found a few hours later, except that the book must have fallen to the floor when you fell asleep.

You weren't sure when you had fallen asleep, but when you woke up the light in the living room was off, the only light was the orange light from the street lamps outside, and you could swear you had fallen asleep without a blanket. Still half asleep, you felt the blanket in search of Jambo, but got only the soft fabric and no cat.

A confused "Huh?", left your lips, briefly you thought you were in your own apartment, but then a door opened and warm light fell from Schlatt's bedroom into the living room.

"Oh," Schlatt stopped in his tracks, a bottle of water in one hand and the other on the doorknob. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Still not fully awake you straightened up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?" you asked in a raspy voice, a result of your reading aloud earlier.

Schlatt approached the couch and handed you the bottle of water, which you gratefully accepted. With the cool sips of water you found it easier to think clearly. "Have you been back long?" you asked without him answering the first one, and Schlatt shoved his free hands into his gym shorts, shaking his head.

"Maybe half an hour. Sorry it got so late, the plane couldn't take off on time," he explained while sitting down at the other end of the couch, whereupon you automatically pulled your feet closer to you.

Nodding to yourself, you started playing around with one of the strings on one of the sides of the blanket, wrapping it around your index finger. The mood was weird, you were about to leave and Schlatt was telling you probably the most unnecessary details of his week. He had never liked to tell you the tiniest thing about his life, which made the whole conversation just surreal in the darkness of the room.

In the midst of Schlatt's narration, a meow from the bedroom interrupted him, then you heard the tapping of claws on the hardwood floor.

Instead of running to Schlatt, Jambo jumped in front of your drawn legs, visibly offended at not having the opportunity to lie down on your lap, and started scratching the blanket with his paw.

Sighing, you gave in, stretching your feet out far enough for Jambo to lie down in the hollow of the blanket, meowing contentedly.

Schlatt had watched this little interaction between you and Jambo silently. Of course he had noticed how you had moved away from him when he had sat down next to you, how you couldn't look him in the eye, and he knew it was his fault. He had never treated you the way you deserved to be treated, and the fact that you lovingly cared for Jambo despite all that tore at his heart, dispelled the clouds that had clouded his thoughts for so long.

"He likes you." you heard Schlatt say, and you almost laughed out loud.

"Well I can see that.", you answered him without looking away from Jambo, not wanting to see how he would react to the sharpness behind your words.

But from his slight wince, which you noticed in the corner of your eye, you could still guess.

The couch creaked beneath you as Schlatt leaned over and stroked Jambo's back. Listening to the purring, you both stroked the cat, who rolled onto his back with pleasure and presented his belly. At the same time your hands met there, his thumb stroked your fingers and your breath caught in your throat. You were about to withdraw your hand when Schlatt repeated the movement, this time stroking the back of your hand.

"(y/n)? Um, thanks for your help with Jambo, without you I probably would have had to cancel the trip. You really are an angel for doing that, and that's even though I'm a dick to you."

You freeze in your motion, waiting for your brain to come up with a logical explanation why he would admit that. Anything but "what if he does like me?" because that was just unlikely. Shock prevented you from throwing him another venomous comment, a dick was a bit of an understatement after all.

"Um, no problem.", you mutter, looking to the side.

A mistake, your eyes meet Schlatts, full of unfamiliar warmth and a smile on his lips as he looks at you and Jambo. What happened here, please? Had he fallen on his trip and hit his head? Had his memory been wiped out? Maybe he was abducted by aliens and replaced by a clone?! Everything was easier to explain than his behavior just now.

Schlatt looked up at you, examining your tense posture with his hazel brown eyes,

Why did he have to have such beautiful eyes, in which there was otherwise so much dislike for you? It wasn't a great combination, and it had really confused your feelings a time or two.

"Can I ask you something, (y/n)?" Schlatt turned on the couch so he could look at you completely and you shrugged. "Why not?"

"Could you ever forgive me for my behavior in the past?"

Again you just stared at him, unable to understand the seriousness behind his words. Surely this had to be a dream, a hallucination of your tired mind. And yet Schlatt looked at you with an expectation that it could be nothing but reality.

"I mean... sure, I guess?" you continue to reply in shock that this just happened.

Schlatt seemed to take a deep breath, then slid closer to you. "Okay, good, if not that would have made the following very awkward." He laughed forcedly and your eyes widened in skepticism. What was he going to do?

"(y/n)?" God, you hadn't known how beautifully smooth he could pronounce your name. "I'm really sorry for the way I treated you. You triggered something in me, made me feel things I couldn't place and it messed me up. You were always nice to me and I trampled on that niceness." Briefly, he cleared his throat. "So, uhm I like you, (y/n). I didn't realize it until I saw how you were with Jambo and how you cared for him. Like in the sense of I have a crush and actually don't deserve you sitting here listening to my complaining."

Your heart leapt. You felt as if a shooting star had flashed past you and brought your wish right along with it.

"You like me?" you repeated his words tentatively. There was still a possibility that it was all a silly joke.

But the way Schlatt nodded and reached for your hands-

"You could say that."

A grin grew on your face, making you shine like the sun on the most beautiful summer day of the year, and suddenly it was way too warm under the covers. "I like you too," you blurted out, watching Schlatt's uncertainty give way. "Well, in the sense of being in love," you added softly.

Schlatt gripped your hand tighter. "Would you like to stay here tonight?"

Before you could answer, Jambo meowed loudly, probably complaining about the lack of petting and the far to much talking, and you both had to laugh out loud. "I think he decided for me," you grinned, patting the cat's head in your lap.

[mulberrysilk]

ushijima being totally clueless about his size and when he’s making love to u he sees ur tears streaming down ur cheeks as u whimper about how u can barely take him even after prep 🥺🥺 and he’s so clueless he’s fucking u dumb 🥰🥰 also being confused about why ur begging but also saying u cant take him ☹️☹️ he’d def get worried and ask if u want him to slow down or pull out and u shake ur head while mumbling u want it more rough and fast smh 🙄 don’t confuse the big bb he loves u but thinks ur annoying when u send mixed signals just cuz of ur size kink 💕🥺

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

a/n :Size kink + Ushijima is like my fave of all time ughhh I love this big man 😭 bless u anon foe this cause AHHHHHH UGHHHHH

cw: rough sex, dacryphilia, size kink, overstimulation, Toshi fucking you til your dumb

not yet proofread

You couldn’t help it. You just…couldn’t stop it.

It wasn’t his fault that you were struggling to the point tears manifested in your eyes when you feel the way he inches into you, opening you up and stretching your walls. You steal a glance at your boyfriend. His brows were pinched together in deep concentration, his cheeks were flush and he was taking deep breaths as if this was all too much for him too. Your slick dripping from your cunt after being made to cum on his thick fingers and his assaulting tongue wasn’t enough to prepare you for this. For the entirety of him.

“Toshi,” you whimper, gripping his forearm, nails digging into the skin when he pulls out and slides back in, a subtle hint of a groan rumbling from his broad muscular chest. His grip on your hips tighten as he sets his pace and the next thrust he gives you feels as if the wind got knocked out of you, you couldn’t stop the cry of overwhelm that scrapes your throat.

Wakatoshi takes that cry as a good sign and began to fuck you in reckless abandon, cock slamming against your cervix and stretching your walls to what you felt was your limit. He groans against your neck when he feels your walls pulsate around his length, the snap of his hips against yours resounded loud in the room, skin against skin.

He glances down at where you two were connected, his eyes growing darker when he sees the ring of white half an inch away from the base of his cock, your lower lips split to try and fit what you could of him. He wanted to praise you. Wants to tell you how good you were making him feel and how you were taking him so well. But when his gaze moves to your face in hopes to see your out of breath, needy and wanton expression, his heart sinks and even stops a little to see your tears.

Why were you crying? Has he hurt you? Was he fucking you too rough? He prepped you enough didn’t he?

“T-too …” your words catch his ears. “T-too big.” You bit your lip but a sound the mix of a cry and a moan leaves you.  Despite the way he was fucking hard into you and how it was always such a challenge to take all of Wakatoshi, your body craves him. And loved the way his cock impales and fills you up. It was so overwhelming good, you were in tears.

But sweet, Toshi, didn’t know that.

The rhythmic thrusts of his hips weaken, like a piston engine coming to a slow stop, but he remains buried inside of you.

“T-toshi,” you whimper, hips wriggling to tell him to keep going, making his brows furrow. “D-don’t stop. Keep going. Please. Toshi, need you.” You try to move your hips up and down against his length but it wasn’t the same when it was him thrusting into you. It wasn’t as good.

“You’re crying,” he breathes out, large hand coming to cup your cheek to wipe your tears away with his thumb, swallowing thickly at the sight of your swollen plump lips that he has imagined one too many times, sucking his cock.

“N-need you,” you whine, body aching to be touched, you cup your own breasts as if it could relieve some of the need to reach euphoria. The sight of your own hands playing with your soft mounds made Toshi want to continue thrusting into you, hard and fast that you’re body bounced on his cock. But he had self control. He needs to know why you were crying.

“I can stop if it hurts,” he says, his one hand grip on your hips loosening and now caressing your side lovingly. The cogs in his brain move even slower when you shook your head not wanting him to stop.

“No,” you breathe out, glancing down at your stretched lower lips that accommodated his thick, fat cock. “S-so big. Please move,” you squeeze his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, still confused as more tears stream down your face when he slowly drew back, a sweet moan ripping from your throat.

“More, please, Toshi,” your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his taut glutes . “Fuck me harder please. Want to feel all you.”

He didn’t understand why you were a mixture of cries and obscene moans but some part of him adores the tears that glistened on your flushed cheeks, and the way you were begging for him had him carnal. If you wanted rough, he’ll give it to you.

He rears his hips back while his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls away from you, getting a good view of your body and your face, adoring the way your face contorts in pleasure when he begins to thrust in and out of you, each stroke deep and strong, brushing against your walls so deliciously.

Euphoric. That’s the word that describes how you felt. You never knew you could want someone this much but when Ushijima came into your life, that changed. And he could say the same.

Your eyes were struggling to keep their gaze locked with his, your tongue lolling out out as no words could form in your brain in this hot haze. Ushijima had a rush. A rush of adrenaline that feels alike to how he felt when he was in court, that pump of speed that flowed in his veins and muscles that made him unstoppable.

He flips you over with your ass up in the air with his hands gripping your hips firmly, he stares for a moment at how your back curved when your face was against the plush pillows, breathless. His hips snaps into yours and the collision of his pelvis against your rear was a loud smack that resonated throughout the bedroom, and not only was his pistoning in and out of you, at the same time he was pulling you down onto his cock deeper, your cries and incoherent babbles and chants of his name, pulling a growl from him.

You shouldn’t confuse him like that. Telling him you couldn’t take him and crying about it but then telling him you didn’t want him to stop. But a part of him can’t deny that it stroked his ego, it made him feel powerful to know that he made you feel this way, so lost in the way he touched and pleasured you.

Your walls clench around his length, cumming hard as you sob, the orgasm ripping through you and crashing down on you like a ginormous ocean wave. His hips stutter momentarily at the suction of your cunt, walls twitching and trying to milk his seed but he wasn’t done with you. Not yet.

“Toshi,” you whimper helplessly, his pace picking up from its fast tempo, your body rocking forward into the bed as he didn’t stop. The smack of his pelvis against your skin begins to sting but his cock gliding in and out of you with your release made you moan through the overstimulation, and as Ushijima expected, more tears dampen the fabric of pillows.

[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

[demonsandco]

I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh

So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.

(cont under the cut)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.

The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.

His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.

[leetotters]

Hey!!! I love your stories and if you’re taking requests can you do a mob Tom having a thing for grabbing your face and turning it to him when he doesn’t have your attention. Light kisses while he’s like “hey love did you hear me?” Or grabbing your face to make eye contact with you which means pay attention to me baby. Him squeezing your cheeks to give you a passionate kiss when he’s jealous someone’s got your full attention. Or smh like that 😁😁

i hope this is good enough anon, forgive me for any mistakes🙏

warnings: curse words

mob!tom holland x reader (y/f/s - your favorite show)

summary: something like the request^

Tom had you on his lap, his fingers drumming the side of your waist while he chatted with his brothers about upcoming business with the mob, you weren't much interested in the conversation preferably sipping your glass of wine studying the room of people from Tom's side of family, you would occasionally nod your head when one of the boy's mentioned something asking if you agreed.

You twisted on Tom's lap feeling the sudden urge to use the restroom, you attempted to move but was ceased with two large hands grasping your sides pulling you back down on his lap letting out a squeak at the pull. "Where do you think you're going doll" Tom nuzzled his nose in your hair inhaling the vanilla scent he was always so intoxicated with, you snickered to yourself kissing the tip of his nose getting up once again.

"To go pee Tom" You placed your glass in Tom's opening hand, smoothing the fabric of your silk dress, pulling the back down so it was covering your behind fully then turning around catching the sight of the restroom, but once again you were grasped with the same hands, Tom smushed your cheeks together plumping out your lips as he pressed his thin ones to yours making the mob boss grin when you tried slipping your tongue in his mouth.

"Didn't think you won't leave without giving me a kiss now" Tom smirked drawing back, patting your cheek and taking a gulp of his alcoholic drink not even caring that his brothers were wearing disgusted looks on their faces. "Doll don't you have to use the restroom" Tom spoke up awakening you from your love sick haze, you cleared your throat wiping your lips, "Yeah, be right back Tommy"

-

You laid on the leather couch in Tom's private office, your phone in your hand watching an episode of y/f/s while Tom was skimming through important mob detailed documents, silently cursing hearing the ringing of his phone not really in the mood to answer calls, "Oh for fucks sake" Tom muttered accepting the call seeing Harrison's name, "This better be good"

Tom listened attentively to his accomplice over the phone, his eyes locked on your pajama clothed figure. "Mhm okay just deal with him, shoot a bullet through his head for all I care" Tom ended the call, leaning back on his chair passing his tattooed hand over his face. "Doll" Tom uttered trying to gain your attention, but you didn't hear, to engrossed in your show, he called out again still no answer, he got up rolling his sleeves up plucking your phone out your hand throwing it on the edge of the sofa.

"What the hell Tom" You snapped but was cut off by Toms lips latching on yours, his needy hands moving you over, sitting down and pulling you on his clothed lap, his hands brushing down the spine of your back cupping the curve of your ass. "Didn't hear me huh love" Tom teased traveling his lips down to your collarbone peppering you with light kisses, "Love when you do that Tommy" You moaned out when he sucked brutally on your sweet spot.

-

Tom scowled at the sight of drunken man seated next to you, his arm too close to yours for Tom's liking as he tried to convince you to purchase a drink which you politely denied hoping that Tom would come back soon to whisk you away, your leg bounced nervously as you nursed the drink in front of you that Tom purchased earlier, you leaned to your side not being able to bare the reek of the strangers breath.

"Hey love" an all to familiar voice spoke from behind making you exhale in relief turning around so you were now in your boyfriend's arms, Tom gripped your jaw in his hands, smashing his lips together with yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth tangling it with your own as his hands lowered down to your butt squeezing the rotund flesh.

You pulled back at the slurred voice of the man, "She didn't tell me she had a boyfriend mate" The man gulped coming to his senses when he recognized the woman who he was trying to get in bed with, was with the dangerous London mob boss who was feared by everyone even himself, "Well she does," Tom pecked your lips, "She belongs to me, you shouldn't be interfering with pretty little things that aren't yours"

Tom interlocked your hands together, walking you away from the man to his car, where the driver was already out waiting with an umbrella in his hand sheltering you both from the droplets of rain, "You're my hero Tommy" You sweetly mumbled leaving a kiss to Tom's jawline, "I am aren't I," Tom responded seductively, "Come thank your hero then doll" Tom didn't wait for a reply, grabbing your cheeks and clashing his lips to yours once again, passionately kissing you, pulling the strings of dress to reveal your lacy bra.

Tom drew back, eyes locked on your swollen red messed lips, "Love your lips doll most 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 ones I've ever seen"

[shunsuiken]

LOVEFOOL.

pairing. kaeya alberich x fem!reader

genre. fluff + mutual pining

synopsis. just kaeya realising that he has feelings for you.

wc. 1.6k

an. an icy man but why does he melt my heart smh :/ + the reader is a knight but she is separate from the traveler we know in the game <3

kaeya doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way. but he thinks that it may have been an accumulation of many things that have become the highlights in his days as the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius.

the ‘things’ in question were the times he’s spent with you.

these little moments in his day leave a much greater impact on him than you think. but he can’t believe he didn’t see this coming—which he should have—but he didn’t expect to find himself like this, breathing heavily on his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, heart pounding in his chest as if he just ran from an army of ruin guards.

all he did was think about the sweet smile you gave him earlier this morning. and the call of his name that rolled off your tongue smoothly when you offered him the takeaway box of chicken-mushroom skewers at lunch because you bought ‘too much’.

it dawns on him that the flirtatious moves he uses on you are creating a reverse effect. why are his cheeks heating up like this? why is he hiding his face with his hands in the comfort of his own room?

how is it that you can make him so shy without even being present?

kaeya feels warm. a bit too warm for his liking. “this is ridiculous,” he mutters, removing the blanket from his cotton-clad body.

‘now what’s captain kaeya doing here at good hunter while on duty?’ he remembers the smirk you wore, the teasing nature laced into your voice took him by surprise. perhaps you were feeling bold on that day, for who knows what reason but that reason be damned when it was all he could think about that afternoon.

he’s yet to realise he is a fool in love; he’s unable to comprehend the emotions that are wreaking havoc inside his head and heart. it’s a feeling he still can’t pinpoint.

kaeya stares at each corner of his bedroom, wondering when the pretty image of your face will slowly fade away—not because he wants it to but because if he doesn’t, there is no way in hell he’ll get a good night's rest.

the next morning is terrible. jean is quick to notice kaeya’s stiff composure as he announces today’s activities and she can’t help but pull him aside after the knights leave.

“is something bothering you, kaeya? you seem out of it today.” her voice is warm, hoping that it’ll coax a reason out of him.

“do i? maybe it's the morning daze,” kaeya lies, a grin tugging at his lips. “i’m kidding, i just haven’t seen a certain somebody today.”

“you mean y/n?” jean figures, crossing her arms. “she’s been out and about helping sara with her new dishes at good hunter.”

kaeya’s head tilts in confusion. “helping sara out? but i’m sure she was assigned to take out the hilichurl camp at windrise.”

“she was, and finished her task in a jiffy. go see her, she might still be at good hunter if you’re fast enough.”

this might just be the first time kaeya isn’t self-aware of his reactions. and come to think of it, he always seems to brighten up whenever your name is mentioned. it could be the slightest referral but the way his fingers loosen in his balled fists is not slick.

jean chuckles lightly, to see her fellow colleague experience something out of his familiarity brings her a kind of amusement that she would consider a guilty pleasure. she waves her hand to dismiss the captain, seeing as how jittery he looked in his place (if she squints her eyes a bit, his legs are practically vibrating). “now go, i’m sure she’d love to see you too.”

kaeya’s just a second too short from composing himself, and jean’s lucky not to miss the dumbfounded expression on his face when she says that.

i’m sure she’d love to see you too.

the sentence rings in his ears. “good day, jean.” he tilts his head to bid her goodbye.

the second he is out of her sight, he pulls his lips into a tight line. how obvious could i have possibly been? it doesn’t worry him to such an extent though, he trusts jean and she isn’t someone who would spill things like that anyway.

the crease on his forehead ceases when he spots you at good hunter. he sees your smile and his heart races at the sight of it, cute, he thinks. his footsteps seem to grow heavier with every moment until he is standing in front of you.

“now where have you been all morning?” kaeya leans his body on the booth, arms resting on the wooden counter.

you look over your shoulder, smile brightening when you’re met with kaeya’s azure eye. “oh y’know, saving some adventurers from that hilichurl camp. they were quite the bunch. persistent too.” you huff a breath after moving boxes filled with vegetables.

“mm, they seem to be growing stronger nowadays.” you watch a cat-like grin appear on his lips, the type that drives your head in unruly circles. he sure does know how to charm someone without thinking twice. his other eye may be covered but that doesn’t change the way he carries his charisma. he’s a little hunched over as he leans over the counter, almost like he wants to be closer to you.

“i must thank you for your services, miss l/n. here i thought you’d be heading home after a morning mission and yet i find you helping sara out instead.”

you shake your head, laughing, and kaeya thinks he’s heard the heavens roaring. “you have always been such a sweet talker. but i thank you for your kind words.” you dust your outfit, patting it down to hide the way your fingers are slightly shaking at his presence.

but there is a strange look on his face. his eye bags seem heavier today and he genuinely looks tired. “is something the matter? you look like you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep.”

the person to blame is the pretty girl right in front of me—is what he wants to say but the words that leave his throat are nothing like planned.

“being the cavalry captain does require a great deal of energy. perhaps i’ve been careless this time,” he whispers the last part, biting his inner lip because that either sounded too obvious or just painfully vague.

you blink, head getting way too many ideas from just a single sentence. so you decide to go with the most realistic one, letting out a sigh. “you aren’t overworking yourself, are you?”

it’s the bare minimum. your caring nature is just who you are, and its human nature to check up on those dear to you. but kaeya’s chest erupts in colours that resemble a firework show.

your slightly furrowed brows, the worried frown on your lips, and if he’s not hallucinating right now, your fingers have a slight shiver to them. he doesn’t know why they are, but he’ll save the thrill of that question for another time.

“actually, our intuitive bunny says otherwise.” he rolls his eye in an over exaggerating manner, head following the roll too.

you chuckle softly, walking closer to lean on the booth as well so you can speak in a low voice. “to be fair, amber doesn’t know of your work behind the scenes but your secrets are safe with me.”

kaeya’s cheeks heat up immediately. your face—you are so close to him. he doesn’t want you to move away. he’s internally celebrating the fact that he gets to see you up close and personal like this. his lips are parted and comes out a small and sincere “thank you.”

“of course,” you say, tapping your fingers on the wood of the counter. “i heard venti is stopping by angel’s share tonight, wanna join me?”

“if that means i get to spend more time with my favourite knight, i would be delighted to join you.” kaeya offers his arm out to you, looking at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eye. “but before that, would you care to take a stroll with me?”

you raise a brow, showing him a knowing grin. “you aren’t going to suddenly tickle my side while we walk, are you?” even if you tease him, your legs have a mind of their own, going around the counter so you can loop your arm with his.

“sara! i’ll be off, call me if you need any help!” you’re able to catch the exasperated expression sara makes as she shakes her head, watching you two walk off.

“maybe i’ll join you on your little escapades one day. just to see what it's like to live in the life of y/n l/n.” he raises his hand, waving it in the air dramatically.

you roll your eyes playfully, purposely showing him the expression. “you can just say you want to see me more, no need for excuses.”

kaeya lets out a carefree laugh, one that comes straight from his heart. you are right. he could just tell you he wants to see you more, but where’s the fun in that?

“says the pretty lady who just asked me out to angel’s share,” he teases, using his free hand to pinch your cheek.

your loud laughter and your arm looped with his feels perfect. he watches your expression remain the way it is, your playful smile unfaltering as he lets go of your cheek. the hotness of your skin lingers on his fingers—and it clicks.

the accumulation of the times he’s spent with you. they are piling up, finally melting the obviousness and its oozing all over kaeya’s thoughts.

i’m in love. he realises, pursing his lips to stop himself from grinning uncontrollably.

[levworship]

Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

[mayaflowerxs]

hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.