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facioleeknow · 10 months ago

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The art of pleasure ch. 5

Urgency ° Han Jisung

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: SMUT 18+ ONLY, college AU WC: 1.6k +

TW: experienced han, inexperienced han, chan is naked but when isn't he, quickie, kind of public sex, creampie, cunnilingus, reader doesn't cum, changbin cameo and he is flirty

AN: thank you so much for the love on this series, I hope you enjoy this new chapter <3

“We should really get going.” The last thing you wanted to do was part from Hyunjin, his skin was smooth and warm. His hand gently and calmly caressed your body over your clothes.He whined, his head buried deeper inside the crook of your neck. Your hands creeped their way to the planes of his chests and gently pushed against his skin.

“Baby, if you wanted a second round, you could've told me,” Hyunjin nosed at the column of your neck.

“Don't you dare, Hwang Hyunjin, get up, we need to get going.” The boy giggled, you had never heard him do that, it was cute, you wanted to press kisses all over his face. But you couldn't, you needed to go back to Sigma Kappa Zeta to talk to Chan about what happened before the date.

“Any chance you could also drop me off at your dorm?”

The drive back was a blur and you were pretty sure you dozed off because, at some point, you felt Hyunjin’s gentle hands shaking you awake lightly.

“Thank you, Jinnie,” you yawned tiredly.

“Why did you want to come here?Did you forget something?” Hyunjin grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his side, he spoke lowly with his mouth close to your ear. His breath tickled your neck and raised goosebumps all over your skin.

“I just need to talk to Chan about something.”

The frat house was strangely empty, there were no brothers laying on the couches nor making out with girls. There was only one person, playing at the pool table at the back of the room. Changbin stood in the corner in all of his glory, his muscles flexed and moved as he sank every ball he hit. As you walked across the room and to the stairs with your lover boy on your arm, he raised his eyes and then winked at you. Your whole body felt on fire and your mind hazy, so much that you didn’t notice that you and Hyunjin had stopped in front of Chan’s room.

“Wanna stop by my room after you’ve finished talking?” a playful smirk on the boy’s face.

“I’ve had enough for today, lover boy. I’ll see you around.” Your hand was almost on the doorknob of Chan’s room when Hyunjin spun you around and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m counting on that second date, pretty girl, please call me.”

With the confidence that the night with Hyunjin still floating inside you and with the warmth of his kiss spreading from your face to your toes, you knocked on Chan's door and entered.

Your best friend was blissfully asleep on his bed, naked with his legs spread out wide. A blood curdling scream ripped out of your throat and you quickly turned towards the wall. With your back to him, you heard a scream similar to yours and then a loud thump.

“Y/N? Is that you, baby?” He grunted, you were still not facing him.

“Why are you naked, Christopher?!!?” you were freaking out but the sight of Chan spread out like that, peaceful and naked had made you feel things.

“You know I sleep naked and you were bound to see it anyway,” he whined once again, he seemed to do that a lot when he was with you, “ come here,” he opened his arms even if you couldn't see him.

“Chan I don't th-”

“Just hold me please.” You sighed. Why was it so hard to say no to him? Had he casted some kind of spell on you? Your jacket and shoes were soon discarded and you tentatively turned around and laid next to Chan. Keeping your eyes at an acceptable height was the hardest thing you had done in your life.

“You know why I'm here, don't you?” Even as Chan's arms circled you and his face laid on your chest, your voice remained steady. You were annoyed at him and he had to know.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted all jealous. I know that. But I never had to share your attention with anybody so I freaked out a bit.”

You knew he was honest, lying wasn't a thing between you two.

“Is that it? You wanted attention, you big child?” Chan giggled at the nickname, he would have killed anybody else had they dared call him that, but you of course were different.

“Yes.”

“Should I sleep here tonight and give you all my cuddles and attention then?”

He tightened his hold on you and planted a kiss right on your collarbone.

“You should.”

“Alright, you should really put some clothes on tho…”

“Shush, it's just skin, go to sleep.”

The morning after Chan's annoying alarm blasted you awake. It was almost mocking, you and your plans of sleeping in for once.

“Chris why the hell are you getting up so early?” You groaned and pushed the heavy body off of you. He didn't budge.

“I need to go to the studio, we need to finish a project. Do you wanna come?” His words had an urgency to them but he still nuzzled his cheek against your chest more and refused to get up.

“Should I?” You muttered, already half asleep.

“I want you to.”

“Okay then.”

Needless to say, you did not get to the studio on time but at least you had stopped at your dorm to change clothes and then grabbed coffee for 3racha as an apology. The studio was as you had remembered it, small and messy, clearly used by men as no woman would let it get like that.

“Hey guys,” you greeted the other two boys as you offered them coffee.

“Hey pretty, I saw you with Hyunjin last night, I hope he treated you well, if not you can always come to me,” he winked again, it seemed like some kind of habit. You giggled.

“He did, actually.”

“Focus on the track, Bin,” Chan chastised his friend. He was jealous. Cute. You patted his head to reassure him, he was special to you and you were special to him, and his whole demeanor shifted.

Han was weirdly quiet and just looked between you, your legs particularly, and the track on his computer. You knew he was gonna be there so you had chosen to wear shorts on purpose, it was obvious he had a thing for your legs and the others had noticed his weird silence as well. Changbin smirked, he knew how obsessed the younger friend was with thighs and yours were extremely delicious.

“Hyung, we should go ask for more paper, we’re out I think,” Bin wasn’t looking at Chan but at the two of you instead, he knew Chan would’ve understood and he would've given you your time.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chan patted your head on his way out. Han swallowed thickly as the door closed, leaving you two alone in the room.

“Do you want me to take them off, Jisungie?” you batted your lashes at him and a cute blush spread all over his cheeks and down his neck.

“I’m so sorry,” he spluttered and stuttered.

“I don’t mind, do you want to?”

“Yes please, oh my god, I’m so hard, I’m gonna die,” he blurted out with no filter whatsoever. You giggled again, he was cute and different from the other boys, you liked him. In one swift motion, you lowered your shorts and panties and bent over the desk.

“Come get me baby.” Han didn’t let you repeat yourself twice because as soon as you had laid your chest on the cold wood, he had kneeled behind you. He was gawking at your pussy like it was the most precious thing on earth; his admiring didn’t last long because he soon buried his entire face between your thighs. He was different from Minho, he was messy and clearly ate for his pleasure. His tongue never stayed on one spot for too long, he moved quickly from your entrance to your clit and then back and over your lips. In a matter of minutes your pussy was slick with wetness and his spit.

“God Jisungie, you’re so messy,” you keened out. Han pulled away from you, his hot breath fanned over your opening.

“Baby, can I please put it in? I need it, so bad,” he whined and whined. It was like the roles were reversed, you were the whiny one usually, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Go on.” Han scrambled to his feet and quickly lowered his pants and underwear. He slammed into you with force, his thrusts and his dick were different from Hyunjin’s; he went fast and hard, he was chasing his pleasure and his pleasure only and his dick was smaller but thicker, but felt heavenly nonetheless. Jisung moaned and wailed like a dog in heat, your pussy throbbed and dripped more and more with each sound and movement of his hips.

“Oh my god baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please can I do it inside?”

“Already?” you asked out of breath, he just whimpered and nodded, “yeah, you can.”

“Oh my god, Hyunin was right last night, you got good pussy.” It only took him a few more thrusts from him to still and spill inside you. Your face had never felt hotter, they talked about you like that?

Han laid on your back, his arms circled around your torso, it was an awkward position but his weight on you felt comforting.

“I’m sorry you didn’t cum, baby.”

“It’s okay, you’ll make it up to me next time,” you smiled, your cheek squished against the desk.

“Yes ma’am.”

A sudden knock at the door shifted the mood in the room, Changbin and Chan’s voices loud and clear.

“You didn’t make her cum, are you serious?!?”

“Unbelievable, Han Jisung.”

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aestherin · 11 months ago

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KEEP MY HEART

goal 28: we aren’t a couple

It was mostly your voice that filled the silence between you and the man beside you. Some effort from him was apparent though, as seen with his occasional quips and playful remarks. Truthfully, it wasn’t that he was lazy to retort, or that he had nothing to say. Rather, it was just that he had much more to listen to than tell.

Scaramouche swore he would never tell anyone, but he loved listening to the little parts of you — the little parts of your day, the cute memories you have, all the stories you had for him. He loved reading your daily messages, of course. But nothing can ever compare to how much he loves hearing your voice as you talk comfortably with him.

Your steady footsteps as you continued to freely tour around Scaramouche’s campus came to a stop when you felt a cool fabric suddenly sit on your shoulders. A navy blue varsity jacket with white sleeves.

The representative colors of Scaramouche’s own university.

“Why are you putting your jacket on my shoulders?” You rambled as you walked. “For your information, I am not a clothing rack.”

“You really are stupid.” Scaramouche playfully flicked your temple. “I’m giving you my jacket because it seems you aren’t even aware that you were slightly shivering.”

“Kuni, you’re also stupid.”

“What?”

“‘Giving’ is when you’re handing something to someone without planning to get the item back. You should call it ‘lending’ instead.”

“Who said I had plans to get my jacket back from you?”

“Huh?”

“I want you to keep it.”

“But this is your varsity jacket! You use this in games, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But I have lots of those, so don’t worry.” He said as he lightly rested his arm above your head.

That was now the second jacket of his that he asked you to keep.

Matching his footsteps with yours, he came to a halt when you did. “Can we sit there, Kuni?”

Scaramouche’s eyes followed to where you were pointing. It seemed you were talking about the several benches in the wide field located in the heart of their campus. He was about to nod when a certain information he recalled reading on an online thread during freshman year suddenly flashed in his mind.

“Absolutely not,” he frowned as he crossed his arms.

“What?” You whined. “But my feet are killing me!”

“There’s a saying about these benches.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. People say that couples who sit together on these benches will break up.”

“But we aren’t a couple…” You trailed off, seeing Scaramouche’s mood subtly going down due to your words. He always had an honest face.

You cleared your throat. “Well then, just to be safe… Why don’t we sit on the grass instead?”

You see the corners of his lips curve a little.

“Okay, let’s do that then.”

You both continued with what you were doing prior to seating on the field. You talked and talked, and he listened and jested. As much as you loved how genuine of a listener he was, you craved more of his voice and stories.

“I’m actually starting to think this is unfair, Kuni.” You feigned a frown. “Why am I always the one who does the talking?”

“Are you getting bored of me now?”

“What? No!"

“I just… Isn’t there anything that you want to tell me? Open up or talk about or share? Anything at all?” You tried to keep up with his stare. “I just feel bad that I am always the one that does the ranting and you always listen, but I can’t even repay you by lending an ear.”

He avoided your gaze. “You being there for me always is enough,” Scaramouche uttered lightly, enough for you not to hear. Instead, he just let out a deep sigh. “Okay then. It’s my turn, I guess.”

You smiled, thinking he was going to start light.

You thought wrong.

Scaramouche immediately started with how his coach — which was also his mother — was harsher on him than on the other members of the team. Harsh trainings, hectic routines, and high expectations seemed natural to him. You even began to contemplate whether what you’re hearing is still a relationship of a mother and a son, or that of a tenacious coach and her promising trainee.

“She wasn’t always like that though,” he said softly. “Believe it or not, I have memories of when she was so gentle and loving with me.”

“She only started becoming like that when I became firm with my decision of being a soccer player.”

‘But was that even enough for her to change so drastically?’ You thought. Maybe there’s another reason?

“It would’ve been easier for me to hate her if I didn’t have any fond memories of her, don’t you think?”

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decayedsword · 1 month ago

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Hii hiiii! Since you need fic ideas how abtttttt a reader who forced ronin to play cutesy games like stardew valley or animal crossing with them. Can be general hcs like “who’s his favorite villager” that kind of thing or if you want to make it lengthy do as you’d like. Have fun with ittt!! Your fic that you published was really good tho btw 🎀🌷

(a/n: may have made this a little too long and accidentally veered off ask, but here you go!)

Warning for Killer Chat spoilers! Lots of fluff below!

Saccharine and Sweet

You fall asleep before you hit the bed.

You’ve overworked yourself to your death this week. Snuggling beneath the covers, you recall how much work your editor most likely had to do with your constant grammatical errors and lack of metaphors in your paragraphs.

Sleep didn’t come easy anymore. After all, you had only one month left to live before the Devil would come and claim your life for his own. You danced in the palm of his hand, obliging to every flick of his wrist and raise of his finger.

It’s cold tonight. You hope to get some shut-eye.

It’s still dark out when you open your eyes. Your vision blurs a bit, showing bits of black and white before your brain can register the scene in front of you. You reach for your phone and you feel the ache in your eyes when you realize that you’ve been asleep for 17 hours. Cursing under your breath, you roll your shoulders and stretch a bit, an attempt to ease the pain in your muscles.

Ever so slightly, you sluggishly stand up, tipsily stumbling over your feet. You’re about to open your balcony window to get a good whiff of fresh, cold-night air, when you’re met with the terrifying image of a horror-esque serial killer mask stained with blood.

“Dreadful etiquette, I apologize, ever so sincerely.” He mused, voice dripping with sarcasm. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you back away, step-by-step. The wobble in your legs is still present, seeing as how you trip over your own feet and fall to the floor.

The man makes his way through your window, strutting and taking his time as he makes his way towards you. Your back is up against your closet, and you start hyperventilating when he brings out a switchblade.

When he finally crouches down to look at you eye-to-eye, you look away and your eyes close. You tremble as his lips brush against your ear.

“Boo.” a low chuckle reverberates in your chests as he tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. Your facade breaks when your heart beats faster in your chest, not out of fear, but for him. He’s your sweet serial killer, after all. You’re lucky he played out this scene for you; it’s something you want to add to your newest book.

You want to place a kiss on his mask, specifically where his mouth would be. The mental image of a shit-eating grin you think Ronin has on makes your stomach flutter.

“Didja really want me t’play this out for ya, darlin’?” he chuckles, removing his mask. There’s a bit of sweat around his face from the heat, and your first instinct is to dab it away with the ends of your sweater. The touch is sweet, domestic almost, especially considering the threat he has on your life right now.

You pull your hand back. If he shifts ever-so-slightly from missing your touch, you convince yourself that you’re hallucinating.

“Yeah. It helps me think of how I’m s’pposed to write dark romance, Ro.” you reply cooly, the slight waver in your voice betraying you. You continue, “I return the question, did you really have to quote J.D. when climbing through my bedroom window?” You’re being a tease, especially after knowing how much he loves ‘Heathers.’

“Jus' part of my charm, darlin’.” he retorts, lending you a hand to bring the two of you up and on your feet again. Heat rushes to your cheeks. There’s a weird tone that lingers in the room. It reeks of a dead-person-walking and their psychotic-serial-killer-boyfriend. You inwardly laugh at the amount of references you’ve been making in your head. Seems your jokes are in no shortage of creativity whenever Ronin’s around.

The burgundy-haired man spots the video game controllers in the corner of your room. He picks both of them out, weighing them in his palms, as if he were stalling.

“Wanna play?” you sit on your bed, patting the space beside you. The duvet dips under his weight. “So, what’s a writer like you have on ‘ere? Call of Duty? Nah, too bloody. Tekken? No fun if you’re all alone. A dating game, maybe?” he asks with a smirk, voice dripping with false curiosity and sarcasm.

“I do, actually.” you giggle as you connect the console onto your television, turning both on as you do so.

“Aw. ’s there no space in your game files for little old me?” Ronin removes his beanie, running his hand through his red-wine hair as he does so. You spot how soft his hair looks and you try to contain your thoughts before you want to do the same.

You puff out a sigh at his joke, smiling and giddy. “Dork. It’s just Stardew Valley.”

“Huh. Not too familiar with it.” he frowns, “How d’ya play?” he scooches closer to you, putting down his controller and observing the screen with a renewed fervor.

You move your character around. “You basically play as a farmer in a town. As you progress, you can romance some of the townspeople! You can even get married to them, it’s adorable.” There’s a hint of love in your eyes; he notices. His gaze is on you instead of the screen.

Over the next few hours, you explain the mechanics of the game to him. At some point of the night, your chest is pressed against his back. His chin rests comfortably on your shoulder. The irony of the situation has lost itself on you. You wonder if he’ll still threaten to kill you after this, especially with how he’s already had a hold on your beating heart this entire time.

“Darlin’.” he drawls. “Why are you picking Sebastian? There’s gotta be someone else. He’s way too fucked.” he nitpicks. “Don’t tell me this is your ‘I can fix him’ bull.” You watch as he bites his lip, visibly stressed at your choices. You laugh, saccharine and sweet. You hand him the controller. “Fine, here. I have taught you enough, my young student. It’s your turn now.”

“Ugh. Do I have to?” He complains, but gladly accepts the controller from you. “Y’gotta go for Abbigail. She’s sweet. Kinda edgy too. Perfection incarnate.” he jokes, handing over a few grapes to the purple-haired character in game.

You watch him play, watch his eyebrows furrow whenever deciding what to say to the bachelorette. “Ro?” You start. He moves his ear closer to you, his eyes momentarily glued to the screen before meeting yours.

“Aside from Abbigail…is there anyone else you think you would love to romance?” The question is innocent. The underlying answer is not.

His mouth hangs slightly open, eyes full of thought. The corners of his lips quirk up to a smile. “‘Dunno. Harvey, maybe? He seems—” he finishes his sentence with a whistle.

You let out a loud laugh at that. If a part of you aches and wishes he had a different answer, you didn’t let it show.

When the rays of the sun hit the two of you through your bedroom window, it’s a sign that he’s stayed over for too long. You usher him out, worried he’ll get caught if he remains with you any longer.

You help him crawl out of your window. He has an iron grip on the sill, and a bit of you gets curious about how strong he actually is. It’s just you and him, a window between the two of you. A see-through wall. Does he see through you too?

“Hey.” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. As always, you smile at him, saccharine and sweet.

His kisses your cheek. Your face flushes red. Your hand immediately cups where he had just left his mark on you, keeping it safe, keeping it locked on your cheek.

“Maybe you’re someone I’d like to romance.”

He’s disappeared within the shadows of the back alley before you can reply.

Maybe you should make him play these video games with you more often.

THE END!! hope u guys liked it ! i hope it isnt obvious i havent played stardew valley.. 💔

cross posted to rottenvamp on ao3

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reiderwriter · 2 years ago

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◇ Fixated ◇

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You're determined to keep both your job and your relationship intact when there are rules against dating your coworkers. Your boyfriend is more determined to keep his tongue on certain parts of you he enjoys very much.

Warnings: Day 24 of Kinktober - Oral Sex, Munch!Spencer, multiple orgasms, face sitting, begging, slight BDSM themes, Spencer is a dom if you squint, reader calls herself a whore idk man this one just got me feeling some feelings.

A/N: I'm loving being back on track with posting now, and I'm hoping to get through a lot more of these tomorrow to finish up all the posts this week! Sorry again for all the late kinktober posts, but i hope you're enjoying them now that they're here 🥰

Months into your wonderful job in the BAU, and your possibly more wonderful relationship with Spencer Reid, you were all too aware of the horror stories of office relationships.

You'd spent enough time around a tipsy and lamenting David Rossi to know that there were some serious rules against office fraternisation, and every time those conversations happened, you felt a chill run down your spine at the thought of losing your job, or losing Spencer or both.

Spencer didn't seem to have such qualms. And recently, he was getting loud about his indifference to such rules.

From early into your relationship (read: since you'd first fucked and then decided you had feelings too), Spencer had been open about just how much he enjoyed pleasuring you. Before he'd even put a finger on your clit he'd fallen to his knees, and you'd somehow gasped out a sarcastic "so it's safer to kiss down there, too?" at him as he glared at you from his place between your legs.

You'd joked about his oral fixation many a time, catching him licking his lips as he stared at you like he wanted to eat you, or the way he enjoyed watching you with his fingers in your own mouth too.

Fact of the matter was, you could count the number of times you'd had sex without him spreading your legs and eating you out like a man starved on one hand. But that had always been with you on your back, in your own home, on your own bed.

Now, he wanted more.

He wanted your entire cunt and ass sat on his face, and he wanted it in the shitty motel you were staying in while on a case.

"Y/N, please, want to taste you so bad." He whispered into your ear as you poured yourself some shitty precinct coffee, waiting for the end of the day as you wrapped up your recent case.

You had one night left in the motel until you could be back at home

Honestly, you were going to give in, but there was something about his desperation that had you on edge, so sure that you were about to get caught because he wanted to make you cum so badly, and suffocate himself in the process.

"Spencer, not the time or place. What if someone hears you?"

"I don't care who hears, I just want you."

The words sent shivers up your spine and you were about to reply when Hotch walked in and dismissed you to your motel rooms, telling you to rest up for the night before the flight home in the morning.

Before Spencer could open his mouth again and say something incriminating, you had to beat him to the punch.

"Spencer, you can finally read that book I was going to lend you. It's in my room, you know the one I did the oral exam on in college." It was giving in, but you were still going to enjoy it as much as you possibly could, starting with teasing him the entire way there.

"Sure. Can I come pick it up now? We're driving back together anyway, right?" You nodded, and the two of you shuffled back to the car, trying to contain yourselves and walk a normal pace to not betray your obvious excitement.

The minute you're inside the motel room, he practically jumps you, pressing his lips to yours between small gasps for breath.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, can't wait to taste you again." He can barely keep his lips off you while he straps you down, and you barely protest him taking such control, his eagerness doing a lot to dispel any hesitancy you may have had about seating yourself on his face.

"Are you sure?" You stutter out trying to ignore the shivers he's sending down your spine as his hands ghost over your clit, making sure your body wants this and is prepped for his tongue.

"I've never been so desperate for something in my entire life." Sitting himself on the bed, he greedily pulled you over him, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you suddenly into his mouth.

Shocked by his fast motions, you gasped out, grasping the rickety bedpost at first, trying to keep your breathing steady and your weight mostly off of him as he began assaulting your dripping cunt.

You'd been aroused before, now you were damn near feverish with want.

"Fuck Spencer," you whispered, hearing the sound of voices in the next room. It sounded like Hotch calling Beth and Jack to tell them he'd be returning soon. Wrapping a hand around your mouth to suppress the moans your thighs squeezed together quickly before you tried to relax as he continued.

He didn't respond but simply yanked you down further into him, slapping your ass to let you know he could take more of you, that he needed more.

You tried to fight it, but with his tongue so expertly working its way along all your sensitive spots and his nose wedged up towards your clit, you couldn't help but settle deeper onto him.

Panting like a whore, you began rocking yourself against him even as he worked you through your first orgasm, not showing any signs of slowing anytime soon.

Usually he'd mollified himself with one oral orgasm and then pushed into your cunt to spend himself inside you, but this time, he obviously wasn't finished yet.

Your entire body twitched in over stimulation, trying to pull away from his lavishing tongue, but his grip was strong, and your legs like jelly. You couldn't move as he pushed you over the edge with his tongue and mouth a second, third, and fourth time, enjoying how you gushed into his mouth across the hours.

You really had to collapse that last time, though, finally prying your lips open and using your safe word to ensure that he knew to stop.

"Good girl, baby, well done. You made me very happy, baby, you know that, right?"

You smiled faintly as you noticed the tent in his boxers, rolling over onto your back and spreading your legs.

"If you're done with your head between my legs, I can think of something else I want there."

He smiled like a kid in a candy shop and rolled back over you, ready to deal with the ache in his cock, kissing you with your own juices staining his lips.

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hermetiqa · 9 months ago

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I feel like you'll meet your twin flame when you already let go of your karmic relationship. You might be in a karmic relationship right now and it's toxic but it's a healthy relationship in disguise. So it could be near. But if you're not, then you might go through a karmic relationship first before meeting your twin flame. It's like your partner is telling you that they'll change when in reality, they don't and won't. This relationship is causing you so much anxiety and sleepless nights, and right now, you don't know what to do. You're confused about which path to take, whether you should break up with them or not because you're seeing so much potential in this relationship. But in reality, you're just too focused on this relationship that you don't see other relationships that you have, which is why you don't realize it's actually toxic and they're not the one for you. You have to let this relationship go first before meeting your twin flame. You might meet your twin flame in your workplace or someplace formal or a café/place you can eat near your workplace where you're wearing a blouse, trousers, heels, and blouse. I'm seeing a white long sleeves blouse, light brown trousers, light brown blazer that matches the trousers, black heels/shoes, black thin belt, and black handbag. I'm getting strong feminine energy from you so you might be the divine feminine. When you meet, it'll be too fast and too intense. You might have some disagreements when it comes to your opinions on some things, simply because you want to challenge each other, especially on an intellectual level. You'll both be intellectually inclined and connected deeply and you'll both feel like you're the one for each other when you meet. You'll need some strength on this one because your insecurities and dark sides will come out and you'll have to face them eventually.

Pile 2

As I was about to do this reading for you, Pile 2, I accidentally said "need" instead of "meet" and then there it hits me. I feel like you'll meet your twin flame in times of need. This is when you have to take the risk in making decisions. You'll be in a situation where the whole situation depends on your decision. My phone just automatically switches to dark mode so you might meet them at night. I'm seeing a bar where you might be drinking a lot because you're really stressed and frustrated and don't know what to do. You can't make a decision. You can't think straight. Then your twin flame will suddenly just come up and approach you and ask you if you're okay because apparently, they've been noticing you for quite a while in that bar. I feel like you might or might not be into alcohol right now, but if you're not, the time will come that you'll be influenced by people to be into alcohol and you might need to drink on some occasions. I feel like your twin flame will lend you some ear so you can talk about what's bothering you, which I feel like it could be related to your family, and then you'll refuse. But eventually, you'll open up to your twin flame because their presence is comforting already. Your twin flame will give you some advice and words that you really need to hear. There's this sudden strike of curiosity when you meet. You'll be interested in each other so much that you don't want the night to end. You might end up coming home to either of your own place, and you might do something sexual there because the attraction will be so strong that you might not be able to control it. Then the rest is history.

Pile 3

I feel like you're going to meet your twin flame when you feel like your life is falling apart and you want to start over. You might be moving out to your new place and you'll encounter them in the streets, specifically in front of a university or a church. I'm seeing that you might be carrying a huge box that contains your stuff, especially the ones that you use for work or studies (if you're still studying, specifically at university, taking master's). It'll be a sunny day and this could be during summertime because I'm seeing so much sweat here and they're holding a huge cup of iced coffee. You'll catch their attention because you'll walk past by each other and their eyes will follow you walk past them. I feel like they'll have the courage to approach you, talk to you, and ask you if you need some help. I feel like they'll do this in a good timing too, they'll try to "empathize" with you, they'll do their best to feel what you're feeling at the moment before approaching you because they're scared that you might take it negatively and just turn them down. I feel like your twin flame could be a professor at a university and there's a significant age gap between you, at least 5-6 years. When you meet your twin flame, you might decline their offer to help because you're confident that you can do it on your own. So they'll walk away and accept your decision, but eventually they'll come back and act like they're just heading out to grab some food. Then they'll see you there. But in reality, this is actually their way of approaching you again because they've been overthinking about your encounter and they're bothered that you didn't get to know each other, and they're really interested in you. So they thought of pretending to grab some food and walked your way on purpose, when in fact, the food they'll be grabbing is on the other street. You might notice this and realize eventually that they're doing this for you. You just have the "feeling" that they are so you accepted their offer this time.

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kurokawaia · 1 year ago

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❛ Crush ❜

Kurosaki Ichigo X Reader

| SFW | REQUEST? Yes | -> Headcannons

REQUEST; @r333y - Hi I saw your requests were open and I thought I would request some bleach headcanons (or anything really) if that's ok. Would you mind writing ichigo and/or ulquiorra (separately if you do both) having a crush on gn reader? Like how would he develop it, how would he act around the reader or how would he confess. Just some fluff for our boys. Thank you for considering, good day/night. ♡

a::note; i don't usually write for a 'gn' reader but i will try my best as i did state in my request rules that i only write for fem reader:3

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How would Ichigo develop a crush?

I personally think that Ichigo would develop a crush on you regarding your abilities and strengths. Ichigo does meet important characters during conflicts and the start of his interest in you would be when you demonstrate your skill. Another one could be that you had a trait that stuck out to him, like there was something about you that didn't make sense to him, or that he wanted to know more about why you do the things that you do. I feel like mostly it would be how you fight, he feels interested in what you do and would like to know more about you because you are just so different to him.

Ichigo could see you in a vulnerable state, which could cause you to reveal your personal struggles. This reveals depth between your growing relationship and in turn, makes Ichigo feel more connected to you as you trust him.

Then it would lead to the both of you spending time with each other outside the battle field, experiencing everyday moments that show different sides of your personalities and discovering any shared interests or hobbies.

But there is one thing that I feel strongly about. I personally feel that Ichigo would need to have developed a crush on you specifically if he knows that you have the ability to look after yourself in battle. He wishes and craves that connection. Don't get me wrong, it's nice for him to save you and vise versa, but he needs to know that no matter what happens he will know that you are okay.

How would Ichigo act around the you?

To put it more precisely, when around that person, Ichigo will become a little edgy and out of his place. He may forget what he is about to say or may become a little clumsy. Although generally composed, Ichigo might blush or get flushed on his face if someone tries to tease him about his feelings when you are around. Ichigo will be quieter than usual but would glance your way, only to look hurriedly if you catch him looking.

And, I guess, Ichigo would detail an awful lot in your likes and dislikes, habits, and small details like that. But with Ichigo, I believe he's naturally overprotective, and of course, like I said before, he would have to trust in you that you could handle the situations you would get into because his protectiveness level would just shoot up real high. He'd be so concerned for you, worried for your safety and well-being, much such as to be overprotective. More of an Ichigo to care about your safety, maybe saying, "You need to be more careful! I can't always watch your back," then frowning at you.

Ichigo would just pretend to be irritable or impatient if he found you laughing with someone else, though he wouldn't tell you he's jealous.

He drives out of his way to do the kind of things that you do, whether that is something tough or easy for you, just being there when needed. Ichigo would offer to stay up late to help them understand anything they need help with. He would even sense it when you would feel low or stressed, and at that point, he would actually go out of his way to be someone who could comfort you, lend a patient ear, or show a shoulder to cry on. Even in small ways, like surprising them with your favorite snack or remembering to check in on them after a tough day, the ways Ichigo showed to care were consistent. His kindness will be real and sincere; this will convey that he has started caring more and wants you to be happy and supported.

How would he confess?

Ichigo would make sure that you two are alone when he confesses. He would probably spend a bit of time building up the courage, possibly starting the conversation with casual topics before diving into his feelings. He might struggle a bit but would try to explain what he feels :(( the poor baby.

You had noticed that Ichigo was behaving exceptionally differently with you these days, from his usual self, sometimes swapping his confidence for an insecurity that seemed awkwardly out of place. It was in little things: glances he took at her when he thought she isn't looking and the softening of his voice in speaking to her. Something in him changed, but he still tried to act as usual.

You could see that he had been wound up about something, and you kept your peace for him to talk when he would come around to it. After an ultra-long silence, finally, Ichigo took one great breath, as if he was steeling himself for what he was about to say. "You know," he started, extraordinarily reticent for being him, "lately, I've been thinking a lot—some thoughts about us, you know. You." He darted a glance at you in between, looking away afterward; the tips of his ears colored red. "I was never good with words, and this sounds. this is more difficult than anything I have fought."

The rush of emotions swirling in you had your heart racing. Ichigo pushed on, his voice gaining a bit in confidence. "I've always admired your strength, the way you carry yourself. But it's more than that. When I'm with you.I feel different. Better, somehow. You make me want to be better."

He turned entirely to face her, and his brown eyes were earnest and heartfelt. "I like you more than a friend. I don't know how to say it perfectly and I must spiral this somehow, but I had to tell you. I like you—you mean more to me than I can say, and I want to be there for you in any way I can."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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ulquiorra one coming soon:3

#ichigo x reader #ichigo x you #ichigo x y/n #ichigo fluff #ichigo kurosaki x reader #kurosaki ichigo x reader #bleach x reader #bleach fluff

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reccyls · 2 months ago

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Victor's Main Route: Chapter 15 + His POV Story

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I just wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to not give up. Even now, I could feel his warmth lingering on my lips.

…

Liam: Kate!

Hearing a familiar voice as we arrived back at the main road, I peeked around Victor. As Liam’s miserable face came into view, Victor let go of my hand.

Liam: I’m so glad you’re okay.

Kate: Sorry for worrying you.

Liam: It’s my fault, I couldn’t grab your hand in time.

Kate: No, it’s not your fault at all! I should have noticed earlier that you were reaching out for me…

Harrison: Alright, cut it out.

He stepped in between us and clapped once.

Harrison: Kate’s fine, so calm down.

Even after Harrison gave him a nudge, Liam still looked guilty.

Kate: I’m glad you two are okay too.

Liam seemed to calm down after I spoke.

William: So you found her.

Just then, William appeared from somewhere behind us.

Harrison: We ran into William after we lost you.

William: I was looking for Victor myself. I figured there was a good chance the two of you would be together.

He turned his gaze to Victor, who opened his mouth to speak.

Victor: So, what did you find?

William: I spoke with Harry and Liam while we were waiting for you.

He continued on from the explanation I had heard from Victor earlier.

William: The explosions were set off by timed explosives in a nearby warehouse. William: Fortunately, the warehouse had been empty when the explosives went off. Though nearby people were injured by the blast, no one died.

Kate: Thank goodness…

My relief was short-lived.

Liam: There was a similar explosion at a church a couple of years ago, wasn’t there?

I started hearing a ringing in my ears at Liam’s words.

William: We apprehended the culprits of that incident and judged them.

William: However, it wouldn’t be unusual for believers of the same cause to attempt something like that again.

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I looked away.

Harrison: I hadn’t joined Crown at the time so I don’t know the details of that incident…

Liam: You and Victor were in charge of that investigation back then too, weren’t you, Will?

William and Victor exchanged a glance and nodded to one another.

Victor: We’ll continue looking around here. You all should head back first. Victor: I leave Kate in your hands.

And with that, they walked away. Those of us left behind looked at each other. The once-crowded street was now empty, as everyone had fled from the explosions. Trampled flower petals littered the ground, lending a desolate air to the street.

Liam: We don’t know if something else might happen, so let’s hurry.

He and Harrison kept me in between them as we headed over to catch a carriage. Staring out the window, I could see smoke rising from the building that seemed to be the warehouse where the explosives went off.

Harrison: If the two of them are handling things themselves, this is probably a really important case.

Harrison, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke. Liam smiled half-heartedly.

Liam: I don’t know much about the other incident either. Liam: I knew that there was a series of bombings and the people behind it had been judged by Crown. Liam: Since William and Victor were handling it, the rest of us weren’t really involved. Liam: I heard it was a political matter, but they didn’t say anything else.

Harrison stared at Liam.

(He’s trying to tell if Liam is lying about anything he said.)

Noticing what Harrison was doing, Liam returned the stare.

Harrison: They really didn’t tell you anything, huh.

Liam: Did you think I was lying? How could you, Harry!

Apparently satisfied that Liam hadn’t been lying, Harrison leaned back.

Liam: I don’t think they’re hiding anything from us, but there’s a lot of things going on.

Harrison: Well, one way or another the geezer always manages to avoid any topic that’s inconvenient for him. Right, Kate?

Yeah.

Smile awkwardly without saying anything. (+4/+2)

Well…

I smiled awkwardly without saying anything.

Liam: Harry, don’t be mean to Kate.

Harrison: I’m just pointing out the truth.

Liam: Anyway, since they’re investigating this, we’re probably going to be assigned a mission soon.

Harrison: Just hope it isn’t going to be a pain.

I closed my eyes and let out a long exhale. The journey home felt unbearably long.

…

(In the end, Victor and William didn’t make it back in time for dinner.)

I listened to my music box to try and calm down, but before I realized it, night had fallen. I had gone down to the dining room to get something to eat, but it seemed like the two of them hadn’t returned yet.

(The investigation is going to take a long time, I guess.)

It was late enough that I should have been in bed already, but I was taking a walk in the garden. The sound of explosions still rang in my ears. I made my way to the gazebo and took a quick glance around before sitting down. Even though I closed my eyes and shut my ears, I could tell that someone was walking towards me. When the footsteps stopped right next to me, I opened my eyes. It was William.

William: You’ll catch a cold if you stay out this late.

Kate: Welcome back. How was the investigation?

William: It’s going.

As he took a seat next to me, his smile turned teasing.

William: Disappointed that I’m not Victor?

Kate: I’m a little relieved it’s you, actually.

Victor: I have already discarded that life. Victor: It has been gone for a long, long time.

(I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me either, right now…)

He probably knew what I was going to say and stopped me before I could actually say it.

(That’s a pretty clear rejection.)

Since he sealed off any way I tried to use to express my feelings, I didn’t have a choice but to let it go.

William: When the explosions happened, we were stationed behind the circus troupe.

While looking at a bird that had landed on the nearby fence, William continued speaking.

William: In the middle of all the chaos, I turned to check if there were any suspicious people in the vicinity of the warehouse. William: However, Victor didn’t do the same. William: Without a single word to me, he threw himself into the crowd. William: I’ve known him for quite some time. And yet I’d never seen him so rattled.

As the bird moved closer, William extended his finger to it.

William: When I met up with Harry and Liam, and heard that you’d gotten separated from them, the pieces fell into place.

The bird hopped onto William’s finger. As it peered at me, it looked happy.

William: He ran into the crowd to look for you.

Warmth filled me, but at the same time, my heart squeezed terribly. I looked down. I couldn’t deny that I was happy he came to find me. But the memory of being rejected still stung.

Kate: …Back then, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly.

My voice was hardly more than a whisper as I spoke. My hands curled into fists, creasing my skirt.

Kate: Liam mentioned another explosion at a church from a few years ago. Kate: I was there, during that explosion.

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It was just after I had started working for the post office. A notice about how a church was looking for helping hands for an activity they were organizing. “We’re looking for volunteers to help teach the orphans social skills.” Reading through the notice, I realized that the church in question was one I had a lot of memories of. Full of nostalgia, I decided to volunteer. I played with the children and helped set up the bazaar. After the activities finished, it was time for the ending prayer. Following the pastor’s lead, I sat in the pews to pray. Orphan Boy: I hope that I can have fun tomorrow, too. Kate: Hehe, you don't have to say your prayers out loud, you know. He had been wary of me when I had arrived that morning, But as we spent the day together, we grew closer, and now he was sitting next to me and beaming. I closed my eyes and clasped my hands together. (I pray that tomorrow will be kind to the children, and that they can continue to be happy.) It happened while I was in the middle of praying. In an instant, smoke filled my vision as the air split with a sound so loud I thought my ears would burst. Kate: Wha- Orphan Boy: Miss! As another explosion rang out, I grabbed onto the boy and threw myself over him. The air was filled with the sound of shattering glass, breaking walls, and people screaming. When I heard the sound of a hard impact nearby, my eyes flew open.

The sight of the church in flaming ruins appeared before me. Kate: W…what… Smoke billowed as shrapnel from the explosion flew all over. Cradling the boy close, I ducked behind the broken bench. Orphan Boy: Miss, what happened? Kate: It’s okay, stay calm, everything will be okay… The words were more for my sake than his. I had no idea what just happened. Even when I tried to look around, the smoke obscured too much of my vision. The explosions continued nonstop, and we couldn’t move. Pastor’s Voice: Hurry, run! Crying Child’s Voice: Mama! Mama! Once again I heard the sound of an impact, and saw someone collapse. Kate: Ah… Dark crimson blood spilled out from the fallen pastor’s leg. When I realized that the sounds I had heard were gunshots, my mind went blank. Orphan Boy: Miss… miss! My feet were frozen in fear. When yet another explosion occurred, I curled over the boy to shield him from the broken glass falling from the ceiling. (At least just him…) At that moment, someone’s shadow came to a stop in front of me. Something fell out of that person’s pocket. ???: Are you okay!? The person leaned over us, protecting us from the broken glass. I couldn’t see what they looked like due to all the smoke. ???: Get up and run! I was dragged to my feet, still trembling, and I pulled the boy along with me. And then still holding tight to the boy, we ran and ran until we made it out of the church. I don’t know who saved me. Not their face, or their name. I only knew how tightly their hand gripped mine, like a beacon of safety in that inferno, like a symbol of hope. ???: You’re outside now, you’ll be fine now. Stopping at a street some distance away from the church, the person finally let go of my hand. Overwhelmed after running for my life and worried about the orphan boy, I forgot to look at their face. And I was worried about the orphan boy as well. So when I finally went to thank them… Kate: Huh…? There was no one there.

Kate: I had no idea who rescued me, and I didn’t have a way to find out. So I just continued with my normal life. Kate: But… whenever I hear similar sounds to those explosions, my mind just goes blank. Kate: And I end up just curling up, unable to move.

William: …It traumatized you.

I gave a small nod as I exhaled. I’d been terrified of anything that sounded like an explosion ever since that day.

Kate: But fireworks are okay! Kate: They surprise me at first, but when I can tell that they’re just fireworks I’m not scared anymore. Kate: It’s just when I hear sudden loud noises…

William: Gunshots included, it seems.

His smile was slightly wry.

Kate: I should be better than this since I’m a Fairytale Keeper.

I wanted to be able to say that I’d gotten used to gunshots ever since I arrived at Crown. But the truth was, I still had to try hard not to let my heart freeze whenever I heard one.

William: Everyone has one or two things they fear.

Kate: Even you?

William: Well, when you put me on the spot like this, I can’t quite think of anything at the moment. But I’m sure there’s something.

As he stood, the bird on his finger flew away.

William: Now then, you should head back to your room before you catch a cold.

The hand he held out to me was different from that of the person who saved me, and of Victor.

Kate: Okay.

His hand was warm, but didn’t bring me the same feeling of comfort.

…

William: There’s a very high possibility that the church incident you were involved in and today’s explosions are related in some way.

William: We can’t confirm it yet, however.

(I had a feeling…)

After escorting me to my room, William let go of my hand.

William: When you appeared in front of us that night, I felt a connection. William: But it seems that connection ran even deeper than I realized.

Kate: What do you mean by that?

I had no idea what he meant.

William: Just talking to myself. Don’t mind me. William: Good night and sweet dreams, Kate.

With those implication-heavy words said, WIlliam left. After seeing him off, I collapsed into my bed. Still hearing phantom explosions in my ears, I reached for my music box. As its soothing melody drifted throughout the room, I calmed down and began to think more clearly. Specifically, about when Victor had covered my ears earlier today. I remembered his hands, how his body had felt as I clung to him, his warmth. I had been afraid then, but now that I was thinking back on it with a clearer mind, I realized that I had also been happy to be held by him.

(His reassurances probably also helped.)

It’s thanks to Victor that I was able to calm down enough to think back on the events of today.

(But, why was the first thing he did to cover my ears?)

As I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the gentle music, I got the feeling that I was forgetting something very important.

His POV Story: You Belong Beneath the Sun

I wished, desperately, that the day that I heard the words I stole from her lips would never come.

Liam: Kate!

As we arrived back at the main street, Liam ran up to us looking guilty. I gently let go of Kate’s hand.

Liam: I’m so glad you’re okay.

Kate: Sorry for worrying you.

Liam: It’s my fault, I couldn’t grab your hand in time.

Kate: No, it’s not your fault at all! I should have noticed earlier that you were reaching out for me…

Harrison: Alright, cut it out.

He stepped in between them and clapped his hands.

Harrison: Kate’s fine, so calm down.

Kate: I’m glad you two are okay too.

I looked towards Kate and was relieved to see that she seemed better.

(Good. Looks like I don’t need to worry.)

William: So you found her.

William appeared from behind us.

Harrison: We ran into William after we lost you.

William: I was looking for Victor myself. I figured there was a good chance the two of you would be together.

I didn’t miss the suggestive look he sent my way, but I ignored it.

Victor: So, what did you find?

William: I spoke with Harry and Liam while we were waiting for you.

He had continued investigating while I was pulling Kate away from the scene.

Kate: Thank goodness…

Liam: There was a similar explosion at a church a couple of years ago, wasn’t there?

Kate had been relieved to hear there were no deaths, but her face instantly froze at Liam’s words.

William: We apprehended the culprits of that incident and judged them. William: However, it wouldn’t be unusual for believers of the same cause to attempt something like that again.

Harrison: I hadn’t joined Crown at the time so I don’t know the details of that incident…

Liam: You and Victor were in charge of that investigation back then too, weren’t you, Will?

(Of course it had to be this topic, and right after Kate finally started calming down.)

I met William’s gaze. He seemed to understand what I was trying to say, and nodded.

Victor: We’ll continue looking around here. You all should head back first.

Victor: I leave Kate in your hands.

…

William: And? Aren’t you going to tell me how you felt when you went to rescue Kate?

Victor: Now isn’t the time for idle chatter.

As she walked away with Liam and Harrison, I couldn’t see her face.

(I drew a clear line in that alley.) (I can’t let Kate stay in this world any longer.)

Victor: There’s one more week until your promise is fulfilled. Victor: Forget everything, and return to your old life.

I could still vividly picture Kate’s pained expression.

William: I don’t know the exact details, but I can probably make a good guess as to what happened.

Victor: …

We made our way towards the scene of the explosion. Dark smoke rose from the roof of the warehouse, and the fire didn’t seem to be extinguished yet. As the warehouse was surrounded by curious onlookers, we were unable to get closer.

Victor: How many timed charges were there?

William: I could only confirm two for sure, but given the scale of the explosion, there must have been more.

Leaning against a wall, I continued speaking while casting his gaze over the crowd.

Victor: We didn’t find any suspicious individuals during our search. Victor: The culprits likely set up the explosives long before the parade began and fled.

(I hate to let them slip away, but given that the explosives were on a timer, that was the most likely possibility.)

We looked at one another and sighed.

William: They haven’t given up.

His gaze was fixed on the smoke winding its way into the sky, but he seemed to be staring at something even further away.

Victor: …Not at all.

Though I also watched the rising smoke, all I could think about was Kate. She had been paralyzed by fear, unable to breathe and close to sobbing.

(It was so painful I could hardly bear the sight.)

She was always so bright. I’d never seen her like that before. And so when I hugged her, her body so small compared to mine, I silently repeated my vow: “I will definitely return Kate to her old life.”

If she stayed, the same thing might happen again. The chance that she’d end up hearing an explosion and frozen in fear, halfway to tears, Was exponentially higher if she remained with Crown, where danger was a part of daily life. There was less chance of incidents like this if she returned to her normal life.

(And I can also take steps to lower the chances even more.)

With how much power I wielded, it would be a simple matter to protect one person.

(Using the queen’s authority, I can arrange for a guard detail for a former guest of the palace.)

This was an overreach of royal privilege, but if it meant that Kate could live a happy life, I’d do anything. ...Even if we never met again.

(...Ah. I see.)

I understood the reason I had sealed her lips, so that the day I would hear those words would never come. If I heard those words, I’d never let her go. I didn’t want to hear her say them, because then I’d never be able to set the bird free of its cage.

(I knew this from the very beginning, but even so… it’s hard to come to terms with.)

Her smile, her earnestness, the way my name sounded in her voice, her sensitive side… All of it stirred up a desire I thought I had long discarded.

(I must let her go.)

Desiring someone meant to cage them, while loving them meant to set them free. I had once said those words to you, But they were really a warning for myself.

#ikemen villains #victor (ikevil)#my translation

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justcruisingaroundrevived · 10 days ago

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So I cry, I pray, and I beg

Summary: Epilogue Bill x Pathetic! Reader Pt 2

TW/CW: Obsessive behavior (on reader’s part), toxic relationship

A/N: This was request by @horrorlesbo! I’m SO sorry for taking this long on a request! Hopefully this makes up for it!

Reblogs are appreciated!

- As I said in my last post, there are two ways this relationship would evolve

- The first option is where you stay obsessed with him

- Maybe you lost contact after the fire, and considering he probably was the only person in your corner, you felt empty without him

- Probably mopped around a lot and caused any potential relationships to fail because of that. That boy with the thick glasses and cocky attitude made you go go-go gaga.

- Saw him again on Facebook, seeing he moved back to Eltingville. Cut to you hoping in your car and making the trek back there

- When Bill opened the door, he couldn’t believe what he saw! Y/N…you look so different. To you…he was the same ol’ Bill

- And that made your heart sore! Instantly going for the bear hug and talking about how much you missed him, it’s been so long, did you get a new haircut, etc, etc.

- “Holy shit…this bitch’s still obsessed with me….I HIT THE JACKPOT!”

- You’re his enabler honestly

- Anytime things go wrong in his life, he’s running straight to your arms and complaining about who wronged him and why

- You? Always there to be a lending ear/hand. He’s so cute like this, anyway!

- You’re probably spending money on almost all the dates, but that’s okay! You just love seeing him get spoiled and out of the house

- Will talk about his failed business ventures with you and would melt if you coo at him and stroke that massive ego of his

- He would have his soft moments though. Like, sure, he’ll watch the movie you talked about a while ago

- Maybe even dig something out of his collection for you and give it to you as a birthday present (which you immediately squealed for)

- Even as an old man, he’ll still get flustered with your kisses and such. He’s just so pathetic (internally) for your affection

- The second scenario is where you actually grew some backbone

- You managed to make new friends and have had relationships in the past that actually made you realize what you deserve. So, you kind of cringe when you think about how things were with Bill for the most part

- Still met him on Facebook, but decided to message him there to se how he was doing

- Honestly? Bill never expected to hear from you again. Probably watching a rerun of B:TAS when he saw the DM

- You would’ve thought he had firecrackers up his ass the way he moved so fast

- You two ended having a (somewhat) pleasant conversation, ending with a plan of meeting up for coffee at a local place

- When Bill finally gets there, he’s awe struck. It’s you, except you actually look so sure of yourself. You greet him with a hug and get to talking

- …Jesus, he stayed the same?! You keep trying to intervene, but he keeps cutting you off.

- Eventually, you had enough and slammed the money on the counter.

- Bill follows you out, and you just snapped, telling him that he hasn’t changed and you don’t even know why you contacted him in the first place

- Now, this is where it can go one of two ways

- In canon? Probably gets pissed if and leaves you standing

- Blocks you on all forms of social media. Creates a million scenarios where he’s right and you’re wrong

- “Stupid bitch…never understood me anyways. Just wanted attention like a whore.”

- However, if we’re willing to suspend disbelief a little…maybe he reflects on his actions

- Like, legitimately spends a week of your words in his head, and realizes “Fuck…”

- Will try to contact you again, and for whatever reason, you agree

- It goes much better than expected, having you kind of in a weird place

- Probably forces him to actually start a proper business, and try to stop being nasty with people

- There’s SO much push back when you say that…but he does listen, eventually

- Maybe he becomes more careful with his words (somewhat), and actually tries to be a good partner

- Still has his soft moments, and still gets flustered with affection

- This is the good ending/Silly

#welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #eltingville club #bill dickey #eltingville bill #eltingville #bill eltingville #the eltingville club bill #bill dickey epilogue #epilogue bill dickey #epilogue bill #bill dickey x reader #eltingville comic #tec x reader

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juxi2218 · 7 months ago

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TOWEL TROUBLE!!!

Fushiguro megumi x reader ( 1.3k )

Warnings: English is not my first language, please bear with my ass; I'm trying to improve it by writing for my pookie gumi!!! (Feel free to correct any grammatical mistakes I may have made)

A little preview for yall: “wh-what are you doing?” he panics. You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

You and Megumi stumbled into his apartment, both of you soaked from the rain. Today was your date and it was going well until the rain stormed in. You had been at a café and neither of you had an umbrella so you had to run to his place, which was close by. The cozy apartment was a welcome respite from the storm outside.

“Ugh, I hate getting wet” you murmur to yourself as you finish untying your shoe lace; and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Megumi. He gives you a glance and says “you can go have a shower first. I’ll lend you some of my clothes.” Your ears perk up and you go give him a peck on his cheek.

“Thanks a lot gumi!!”

“Yea, it’s nothing” he says while his cheeks show a visible blush of hot pink. You chuckle a bit before running to his bathroom for a warm and peaceful shower.

It hasn’t been long since you both started dating. Say, it’s been a few months and it sure was hard to get this man to open up. Your relationship started when he came sprinting to you one day, assuming the love letter was a confession from you to your other male friend. However, unbeknownst to him, you were actually playing matchmaker and had agreed to deliver the letter on nobara’s behalf.

Nobara had requested that you give the letter to the other guy, but Megumi got hold of it instead and, unaware of the truth, tore it into pieces. You and the other guy were shocked until Megumi confessed that he likes you. You had a good laugh and explained him what actually was happening. He turned red. You still remember his stupid face from that time.

All red and cute.

He apologised to you both and ran away. The next day, you reached out to him and boom! You guys started dating.

Yeah sure, the confession wasn’t the grand, romantic type you’ve imagined, nor did it unfold like a scene from your favourite movie or book. But despite that, you’re grateful as you never expected him to confess his feelings to you first.

It was really slow at first. The shy pinky holds gradually turned into hands intertwined, progressing to gentle hugs. Yes, you both have kissed for 5 times already and you were the one who initiated it because you know that this poor man would go nuts if he had to make a move on you first. He knew that you were a little bold when it comes to these things, and he had zero complaints with it. He’s so shy, you want to bite him to nothing!! (This man is making me go weak in my knees istg.)

You come out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your body, hot steam rising from your skin.

“Gumi! I’m done showe- OUCH!” the man threw one of his sweatshirts at your face.

“Don’t just come out wearing nothing like that!”

“I’ve got a towel wrapped around me you idiot! And why’d you have to throw this at my face?!” you say while rubbing your poor face. As you regain your composure, your eyes roam around his bare chest showcasing his abs (chap 156 argh I’m so proud of my guy) and a pair of black trousers hanging loosely from his hips not failing to show his V line. You were practically drooling over the marvellous sight in front of you.

“you’re naked too!!” you exclaim.

“What? I’m decent? “.

“Huh? You’re only wearing your pants.” You point at his lower half and pout.

“Whatever, just go and change.” He exhales softly, closing his eyes. He then turns his back to you and closes the door of his cupboard while murmuring a few curse words to himself.

You cheekily sneak up to him, wrap your hands around his waist, and rest your forehead against his nape.

“wh-what are you doing?” he panics.

You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

“Shut up” he mutters.

You smile, your grin growing wider as you tease him. He sighs. “I told you to go and change.” He looks at you, then swiftly turns his head away, avoiding eye contact as he takes in your damp hair and the scent of his body wash radiating from your skin. Your hand slides around the other side of his shoulder, gently coaxing his face back towards you. “But I wanna hug you!!” you whine, pouting.

“Yes,” he breathes, his tone husky as he nods, “yes you can do it after getting changed, yeah?” he says, his voice weakening. You shake your head, “yes, but!” you pout again, giving him your most innocent puppy eyes. You can’t help but feel a little mischievous as you keep him wrapped around your fingers.

“Stop being stubborn.”

“I like to hug you like this!”

“y/n, jus- “

“Do whatever you want! I’m not gonna step back!” you retreat your arms from his shoulders and tighten them around his waist.

With only a towel separating your skins, heat surges through his body as he feels your chest pressed against his bare back.

His head spins, and he’s overcome with a sense of weakness. He feels like he’s going to faint. His head is numb.

He doesn’t know what to do, but his body seems to have developed a mind of his own.

“Whatever I want huh?” he mutters, his voice barely audible. He takes hold of your hands, pinning them against the cupboard on either side of your head as his grip intensifies, your back pressed firmly against the cupboard’s surface.

You look at him with wide shocked eyes.

Your towel slips from the grasp you had (now gone) and you gasp in unison as Megumi’s hand reaches down to steady it (before the disaster). You feel your breath coming in ragged gasps as you look down.

His hand wraps around both of yours, holding captive as his other hand still cradles your dear towel, holding you close. You feel your heart beating wildly, racing at an alarming rate... You’re sure it’s going to burst out if you don’t get your shit together. You feel hot, incredibly hot; like all your senses are heightened. The warmth of his skin, the rush of blood to your head. This man is going to be the death of you.

You gaze up at him, and his cerulean eyes lock onto yours, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You feel your face grow hot as he looks down at your lips, his gaze piercing and intense.

You feel heat creeping up your face. He leans in. You close your eyes. You swear you can hear your heart begging you to set it free so it can go jump off a roof.

He stops when he’s an inch away from your lips, his breath warm against your plush. “If you don’t stop this, I can’t promise where this will lead us” He warns.

Shivers run down your spine again at the sudden change in his demeanor and his deep voice sending a thrill through your entire body. He lingers there for a few seconds and pulls away while a proud smirk paints his face so as to tease the shit out of you.

You flutter your eyes open as your hands move to hold your towel and watch him as he walks into the bathroom, leaving you feeling frustrated and flustered.

“Hmph! asshole” you mutter to yourself.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x yn #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi fluff #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x fluff #fushiguro x you #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi

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harsh-lites · 10 months ago

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backshots here

(aka horny after stream shenanigans between damien and f!reader)

meme made by @haasmaxxing

an 18+ damien au headcanon made with all the naughty ideas my twitter chat group and i shared inspired by that one time damien said “backshot” unprompted during his recent Sunday stream 😀

i can't believe had enough spare time to do all of this 😭 enjoy, i guess

(full hc under the cut!)

“backhand blades, backshot blades. s-sorry. we can all forget that that happened”

although damien shyly told his twitch stream audience to forget whatever he said as he was picking the weapons for his elden ring character to use, he knows they’ll certainly never forget the events that transpired a little after the stream a few days prior.

after last thursday’s stream had ended, damien got to relax a bit from the interaction. this was when he would usually set down his equipment - he'd turn off the camera, give the harsh lights a break, and take down the green screen to keep for another stream.

as he unrolled the green screen, he found you waiting at the doorway to his surprise.

you asked him how he was feeling now that the stream is over. "feeling a bit fatigued," he replied, "but i'm curious to see what you've been up to!"

(gentle reminder btw that this is set in an au where damien didnt end up sick with covid post con shhhhhhh)

that's funny, you thought. "i'm glad you said that, because i do have a proposition."

"okay... i'm all ears."

"there's not a lot to do on a sunday, right?"

"this sunday? no, not really. why"

"i've been thinking about having some of the free time today to ourselves."

eventually, damien detected hints of teasing and playfulness in your tone. "yeah, sounds like a great idea." a smirk forms across his lips, and that lit up the flame inside you.

that flame in you somehow increased in intensity as he leaned to touch the bare skin that hasnt been covered by your oversized shirt - you have yet to tell him that you weren't wearing anything else underneath.

"so, what's your plan?" he whisperes into your ear

"we could start here, perhaps," you answered. the tension between you and damien is so sharp, it could cut a big block of paper clean.

"my streaming room?" damien chuckled lightly. "well, if we were to start here, i can lend you my gamer chair."

"sounds like a great plan to me."

you two got closer and closer, until his lips reach yours. gentle kisses turn into passionate open-mouth clashes, and the rest is history.

that's where you both ended up - hot, steamy sex in the place where your boyfriend freely interacts with much of the outside world.

the thought of you getting railed in damien's stream room was that of pure naughtiness. although it wouldn't fly in reality, you got more turned on by the potential that anyone out there could be hearing the whimpers of profanities, titles, and damien's name, as a way to show them that you're his and his alone. and you were certain as hell that he's sharing the same sentiment.

but, little did you two know that his stream hasn't actually, fully turned off yet. YIKES.

luckily, the camera was already off by then, but somehow, unbeknownst to his twitch moderators, an error unknowingly happened while they were trying to close. it caused the audio to still be on - and, consequently, the chat feature.

in other words, while you and damien were moaning and panting through each rough fuck, some of the audience that hadn’t left yet were bewildered by what they were hearing in real time.

others even left comments as his chat was also on! the reactions range from “ayo 💀💀💀” to “WHATS WITH ALL THE MOANING”

damien, however, seems to not give a care, even as the chat (and eventually his discord) was blowing up. his focus here and now was you and the way you wrapped so tight and nicely on his cock.

he enjoyed in particular how you were taking his sharp yet languid thrusts so well - you got your legs spread and your back pressed well into the chair, greedy cunt welcoming him and begging to be fucked until you couldn't take it.

he’s holding on to the chair for dear life as he pounds into you, but the more rough the fucks get, the more difficult it was to keep you still.

despite the obstacle, you were enjoying the feel of him so much that you wouldn’t mind anything that may come in your way. you’ve craved for his cock for long now, and you were glad now that the craving came true.

damien was floored by the euphoric look of your face, no matter how rough his poundings could get. that's just one of many reasons why he loves you.

midway, he asked how you were feeling so far. your response: “i’ve never felt so much better; fuck you feel so fucking good; need you like this until i cum, until you cum” - basically a litany of praises out your mouth that have a twinge of horny.

meanwhile over at the chat, the audience was practically in shambles after what they heard from you. one of the mods took wind of what was happening at the moment, so in panic they immediately reached out to their fellow mods to help fix this whole issue.

on the chair, damien leaned you in on a kiss, which quickly evolved into sloppy frenching, teeth clashing, tongues dancing and open mouths slotting into each other.

as he pulled from such an intense kiss, he saw that the position both of you were in was making the chair pull a bit further from where you originally were.

he suggested another position where both of you can stay still even with all the intense movement. as agreed upon, you come down and lie your head on the seat cushion while your ass is up. he followed by kneeling behind you shortly thereafter.

he teased your now wet entrance with his cock, swollen head sliding up along your folds and to your throbbing clit, which gets sensitive everytime the tip touches it.

you illicit a whiny moan, and from there you were begging him to play with your pussy, even while he’s buried deep inside.

damien obliged, setting out to do exactly what you were hoping for. his dick fits into you like a glove, and one of his hands snakes its way into your clit and folds.

you instantly fold the moment you feel the pads of his fingers, every touch making you melt like putty.

as you two were enjoying the new position, the mods were frenzied in trying to mute damien's mic feed, but ran through a deluge of errors! ultimately, they had no choice but to wait for him until whatever freak shit he was doing was over and done.

your hands hold tight onto the sides of the chair as his cock drags so swiftly within your walls, hitting the most sensitive spots that are guaranteed to make you cum faster.

the noises coming from both your mouths get increasingly louder upon each thrust, and it would reach the loudest the moment you feel like cumming onto his cock - fuck if the chat cares, anyway.

when you do cum, you feel your walls tighten, and that’s enough for damien to lose control and reach his tipping point.

keeping up with the momentum, he haphazardly pulls out of you and fists his now throbbing cock until dribblets of his cum spurt out from the tip to your ass and back.

the position you were in may not look as ideal, but God, the backshot imagery here looked as astounding as ever.

the drippings have even reached within your ass cheeks - the view of your rim like this is in and of itself a much naughtier sight.

as you both wind down from the high, damien stood up to his stream deck to a shocking revelation.

a barrage of concerned chatters and clever coop members reacted to all the strange, unhinged noises coming from his mic during the stream, which he thought should have ended already almost 30 minutes ago.

he was also sent a stern warning note from his mod group, stating that they ran into a lot of errors in trying to mute his mic, but it was ultimately up to him to turn it off... at this rate, he definitely had a lot to explain. whoops!

glitches aside, he was too light headed to deal with all of this. he went to turn the mic and chat feed off. then, he turned to ask ask if you were up for another go - "but in the bedroom, please i can't deal with so much embarrassment - it's k!lling me!"

without a doubt you said yes, and with his sheer strength he lifted you there. in damien's point of view, sex in a private bedroom is a million times much safer and less prone to unwanted visitors.

the fun certainly didnt stop as soon as you reach the bedroom, though. now with all thr pressure of the concerned clever coop out of his way, damien now got to have you all by himself - he eats you out while you savor the feeling of his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you.

at least here, he’s satisfied that the loud, incriminating moans you made are contained within these four walls. fuck if the chat cares! it’s just him and you against the world.

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it’s been a while since the incident during his last stream. with the help of his mods, damien has become strict on banning anyone within the clever coop or outside who may clip the moment.

he also collaborated with the mods to edit all of the leaked audio out - that way, he hopes, nobody can see let alone hear how you and damien have been to each other.

even while he tries his damndest to erase any evidence of his one big oopsie, he sure knows he’s getting teased by everyone who’s aware of the incident - his friends included.

(one of his friends, who works in the sex industry, suggested he try out recording audio porn or set up an onlyfans page filled with audio porn content)

(damien kindly declines, but given the curious buzz that incident had created, plus the profit that comes with nsfw content in general, he thought it wouldn’t be much of a bad idea after all)

#damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #damien haas x f!reader #smosh rpf #PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DONT LET HIM SEE THIS

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rook-laidir · 1 month ago

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Democracy won! Here’s more banter!

The poll wasn’t rigged, I swear

Rook: Remember when we thought we just had to track down a mage and stop a ritual?

Harding: Feels like that was a hundred years ago.

Rook: Do you think we’re in over our heads?

Harding: Well, tracking down one ancient god turned into having to kill two of them and another one’s stuck in your head. I think that’s as in over our heads as we can get.

Rook: Well, it’ll make a great story at least. If we live to tell it.

Harding: Rook!

Lucanis: The stalls along the docks in Rivain, they remind me of Treviso’s market.

Rook: Yeah. Before…

Lucanis: Treviso will rebuild. The Antivan Crows will see to it. I was actually going to ask if you had any recommendations for spice blends I can find there. You know a lot of the vendors.

Rook: My mother used to run a stall and I’d help out. As for the spices, I’ll introduce you to Rolan. He has the good stuff.

Rook: Did you like the spices?

Lucanis: How much do you think it would take to convince him to open a stall in Treviso?

Rook: He’s been there since I was a kid, but you never know. Everyone has a price. And I’ve seen your villa, you can afford it.

Lucanis: What did your mother sell on the docks?

Rook: Jewelry. I’d look for shells and shiny stuff on the beach and she’s make jewelry with it.

Lucanis: So you were always a treasure hunter then.

Rook: Guess so. Never really thought of it that way.

Davrin: Rook-

Rook: It’s not happening.

Davrin: At some point, you gotta-

Rook: No thank you.

Davrin: You almost drowned in the Necropolis and there’s hardly any water down there in the first place. You gotta learn how to swim.

Rook: Do I, though?

Davrin: Yes, you do.

Emmrich: You know, Rook, sometimes certain traumatic events can leave a lasting impression. There might not be any scars, but they can still evoke a physical response.

Rook: Ok?

Emmrich: If there’s anything you need to talk about, I’m always happy to lend an ear.

Rook: Thanks?

Emmrich: Perhaps talking through the experience and processing certain emotions could help you overcome your fear of water.

Rook: (groans) Not you too.

Rook: I was tossed off of a ship when I was younger. Back when I was a slave.

Emmrich: Is that why you’re so fearful of swimming?

Rook: My arms were too tired and I couldn’t keep my head above water. I got lucky and floated on some driftwood back to shore. Haven’t really been able to get my head underwater without panicking since.

Emmrich: Thank you for trusting me with this, Rook. Talking about our fears helps us come to terms with them so we can work with them instead of against them.

Rook: Is that what you do with your fear of death?

Emmrich: Not death, dying. And yes.

Rook: I had an interesting talk with Rana the other day.

Neve: Oh?

Rook: Something about not even you being able to find me if I hurt you.

Neve: (laughs) She’s a good friend.

Rook: So did you and Rana ever…

Neve: Ever what? Work a case together? Plenty.

Rook: You know that’s not what I meant.

Neve: Well, if you ask the question, I might answer it.

Rook: Did you two ever…you know…

Neve: Are you blushing?

Rook: Just put me out of my misery here.

Neve: You asked. And is there a particular reason you’re asking?

Rook: Just wondering if you ever wanted to…you know, again. And if maybe I could…Or I mean we could, I guess…

Neve: Oh really. I think I can arrange that.

Taash: You still owe me thirty gold.

Rook: The bet was who could kill more Venatori in the Hall. You killed the demons.

Taash: The Venatori brought them, that still counts.

Rook: Sorry, Taash. The gold’s mine.

Taash: Fine. But next time I’m picking the bet.

Taash: Hey. I’m glad you’re a they too.

Rook: Thanks, Taash!

Taash: It’s good to figure this stuff out with people who get it.

Rook: Can’t promise I have all the answers, but I’m happy to help.

Bellara: Did you catch up on “Crossed Daggers and Hearts?”

Rook: Still can’t believe what happened to Ricardo.

Bellara: What happened to…Rook, did you read ahead?

Rook: Sorry, I got invested. Did you not get to that part yet?

Bellara: No! What happened to Ricardo?

Rook: You’re gonna have to find out for yourself.

Bellara: Can I borrow your copy? I promise I won’t lose it this time.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #datv #rook #da4 #dragon age veilguard #da veilguard #dragon age rook #rook laidir #neve gallus #bellara lutare #davrin #neve x rook #datv fake banter #emmrich volkarin #lucanis dellamorte #lace harding #taash

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dadsbongos · 1 year ago

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CAN U PLSSSS WRITE A CUTE DENJI FIC OR HEADCANON/DRABBLE?? honestly idrc care which it is (obvi longer is preferred but i understand and am open to whatevs u give)

like about reader (fem) has a journal and in it she wrote about her dream dude, but like perfectly described denji and accidentally left it out and while they were hanging out or something cuz they besties he sees it and realized like "dude, that's me!" or something and then like a fluffy confession or something IDK that's just what i have sprinting through my brain rn 🤓

also maybe a lil kiss 🙏

thank you for giving me a denji idea... been fiending to write for him and just had 0 ideas

word count - 1.5 K / warnings - fem reader, not proofread!!, au where makima dies and denji just gets to be happy with special division 4 and they are familycore

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“And the point of this is…?”

“I dunno,” Himeno answers honestly, shrugging, “I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about someone from their partner.”

“None of us are dating,” Aki huffs, fingers itching over the protrusion of his lighter in his pocket.

“Their preference in a partner,” Himeno groans in annoyance, gesturing out to the collection of papers in front of each of you, “Besides, what else do we have to do right now?”

Fair question, no matter how junky the science behind Himeno's apparent reading, not one of you had anything better to do. A storm was raging outside the Hayakawa apartment, all of Special Division Four having pooled there before the clouds even rolled in. Before Kobeni could shyly crawl out from the rambunctious crowd, there was lightning and thunder and an ear-piercing flood warning blasting on the television.

So, Aki swallows the rest of his complaints and puts his head down with the rest of your division. His pencil sprawling over the paper Himeno slammed in front of him to describe his ideal significant other. A tedious task he's all too eager to bullshit through as soon as Himeno is finished staring down at him.

Denji is tapping the eraser of his pencil against the kitchen island, eyes straying around the living room. He worried his bottom lip between knifepoint teeth; only stopping when he tastes iron. Even Power has started writing.

Even you have begun writing. He wonders what you're writing. He wishes he could stretch his neck and take a peek without being obvious. He wishes he could read it at all.

Denji draws a stick figure that takes up a quarter of the page, dragging the lead back over the chest to add breasts. He glances at you through the side of his eye before adding hair and a small smile. And the black hair tie snug around your wrist even though he's only ever seen you lend it to Kobeni and Angel. Now he really can't avoid it: Denji has no idea how to write.

Hopefully he can just coast with a bland drawing and let everybody think he's as shallow as they probably already believe. But when he lifts his head to glimpse at everyone else's pages, Himeno is already freezing him solid with her icy glare. Denji tucks his chin to his chest and subtly twists in the island stool to look at your paper again.

Bullet points go five lines down the page; and the only thing he can make out is one of the few characters Aki’s taught Denji at his request:

愚か. Stupid.

Denji's eyes bounce back up to your face, eyes a little gooey and smile all soft. He knows that goofy look well, it's how he finds himself everytime he thinks about you. Before he can lose himself in that, he's jealous. You're making that lovestruck face over some stupid guy that Denji can't even write a strongly worded letter to.

Denji writes one of the other few things Aki has taught him. Your name with a bold arrow pointing down at the stick figure.

Then he erases it. He scrubs the pink bud over your name so hard he tears the paper in half. A loud shirrr dragging every eye to his hunched form, shoulders hiking higher over his face at the increased attention.

“Hark! The fool cannot even spell!” Power cackles, “Show me his words! Show me his mistake!”

“Power,” you chide, as though she's a fitful toddler and not a horrific Fiend, “Be nice. You can't write either.”

“Liar!” she points at you with a shaking finger.

Kobeni shyly taps Power on the shoulder before pointing at the paper overflowing with Power's manic ideals of a partner, “Anything else…?”

“Honesty!” she glares at you sharply, “And unwavering devotion!”

“Right…” Kobeni mutters unsurely, neglecting her own paper as she continues to scribble on Power's.

“Ignore her,” you scoot your stool closer to Denji and he manages to flip his page over before you can see the drawing, “Do you need help?”

He’s nodding before his mouth can even pop open, eventually he manages to sputter alongside it, “Yeah, yeah!” taking full advantage of his new opportunity to squish right against you at the island, “Can you write…”

Patiently, you await his request and he can feel his heart pumping in his throat every time you bat your lashes at him all sweetly. Your pen leaves jet black dots as it dips in your weak grasp, Denji has lots of words to describe you and all of them knot together on the tip of his tongue, tangled and lashing to fall from his lips at once.

Ultimately, he settles for the least descriptive, “Nice.”

“Someone nice,” you nod and scratch that onto his paper, “I like that.”

Denji feels his whole body go junky with sparks of electricity, blood boiling hot at how you feel comfortable enough to drag your paper into his full view. You point at your top bullet point, nail tacking loudly into the surface when his eyes don’t immediately stray from your face to the words below. Your bottom lip is sucked between your teeth as you study his reaction, leaning your face even closer to his.

Though you’re blurry and jumbled in his peripherals, Denji can still make out the upturn of your lips. He looks over the rest of the page, desperately searching for any other words he can make out and mold himself to. That, or cope and make up some ways in which he’s at least comparable to your dream man.

He can make out: Pretty.

Do you think Denji is pretty?

He sees another one he recognizes: 歯 -- teeth -- but there’s two characters before that he’s useless against.

Denji has teeth.

“Sharp,” you whisper into his ear, tingles raising along his pale flesh.

“Huh…?” Denji turns to look at you, heat rising far up to his ears.

An airy, almost delirious, giggle floats into his ears as you circle the two mysteries before teeth, “Sharp,” then you circle teeth, “Teeth. Sharp teeth.”

“You like guys with sharp teeth?”

“Love ‘em.”

Denji swallows harshly, shakily pointing to the next bullet point, “What’s that mean?”

農民を尊重する.

You press ever closer towards Denji, leaning your chin on his shoulder, “‘Respects farmers.’”

“I respect farmers…” he mutters dumbly, “I love their work.”

“I know you do.”

Denji blinks down at you, his thick lashes beating on his rosying cheeks and spiky teeth punching back into his lip. His breaths are short and hard, red overtaking his cheeks like a flustered little Kewpie doll. So precious and sweet, ready to crack beneath your palms. He’d trust you wholly, and you know you’d treat him well. He knows, too. You’re nice.

You laugh at his stunned face, posture rigid. The sudden shock making his shoulder jab up into your jaw uncomfortably -- you find it terribly charming.

“I like girls…” Denji sighs out in a tremble, eyes trailing down your face, “I like girls with soft lips.”

“Do you?” you inch closer, by now long forgetting the presence of your friends and colleagues in the apartment. Teasing is fun, but teasing Denji is just the best.

“Mhm.”

After an awkward pause, Denji follows the quiet hum with,

“Can I… kiss you?”

You nod against his shoulder, chin digging down into the bone. Denji stretches his neck to kiss you -- and your lips are even softer and more sugary than he imagined. His hands scratch out to cradle you to himself, continuously parched no matter how much of you he has to drink in. Warm hands and arms around you, clinging and wrapping and pulling. Wincing from the prickle of Denji’s teeth against your lip, you cinch a hand around the chest of his shirt and wrench it towards you -- pulling Denji closer along with it.

“You like me?” he utters against your lips.

Pulling back, you flip around your paper and sear your index nail around a very recognizable word, “My ideal partner. I was a little scared to share at first…”

Denji almost jumps right off the stool, ready to coop you in his arms and swing you around fully in front of his roommates and coworkers. Instead he laughs in full disbelief to himself, reaching down to squeeze your other hand in both of his. You’re briefly concerned he’s cutting off blood flow before the joy of his pure excitement overtakes that concern.

DENJI is big and plain over the very top of the page.

“What changed your mind?”

You snicker right into his ear and reach out to flip over Denji’s paper, torn at the top, “I could tell you felt the same, pretty boy.”

Denji squeezes your hand even tighter, giggling almost feverishly before he’s sliding off the stool, “Wanna go make out in my room?”

“Thanks for having the decency to move now,” an unpleasant sneer breaks Denji’s cloudy dream-turned-reality.

“Fuck you,” Denji hisses at Aki.

“I think it’s cute!” Himeno pushes at the back of Aki’s head, “Focus on yourself!”

You let Denji drag you from the kitchen island and towards his (and Power’s, not that she’ll be allowed in for the next however many hours) room.

“So, you really think ‘m pretty?” Denji’s voice teeters just on the edge of snarky, but his skittish, red frame speaks louder.

“Prettiest,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

The affection has him seconds away from blurting out an awkward, ill-timed: You’re really my dream girl.

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Moon in 1st House

-There will be shyness from the Moon person due to them feeling super heard and seen by the House person.

-House person will understand who the Moon person is better than anyone else.

-Moon will feel super emotional and vulnerable, as though they found their "tribe".

-House person will feel protective and super caring towards the Moon person's emotions and thoughts.

-Both will be each other's lending ear and a lending shoulder.

-The House person will see the Moon person as someone full of depth, emotional and a mystery to them.

-In conflicted relationships, the Moon will feel like the House person isn't trustworthy or they will think that the house person judges their opinions/who they are a lot.

Moon in the 2nd House

-This is like a "mother-child" bond.

-House person will be super inclined towards making sure the house person's physical and material needs are met.

-In healthy relationships, the Moon native will feel like the House person is super nuturing.

-In unhealthy dynamics, this can become super codependent, where both parties will feel a need to provide for each other constantly, which will lead to neglect of one's own needs or to the either parties becoming selfish.

-Expect the classic questions such as, "Did you eat?" or "Did you sleep well?" or "Do you need money?".

-This is a very materially focused aspect where the House person will feel a sense of responsibility towards the Moon person.

-The Moon native will also feel super nurturing towards the House person.

Moon in the 3rd House

-The Moon person will feel a sense of fascination with how the house person's mind works.

-Expect long conversations in the manner of whatever the sign Moon/3rd House is in. Ex, Scorpio Moon -> a lot of secrets and deep talks, Capricorn Moon -> less talkative and more actions.

-The House person will be especially more expressive of their ideas towards the Moon person.

-Both will be a great lending ear to each other, and will give each other a lot of advices.

-The House person will be ranting, venting, speaking up, expressing whatever they feel without any sense of "judgements" to the Moon person.

-This is the type of relationship where couples talk for hours on the phone.

-If there is any issue that needs to be resolved on the Moon person's side, this will be done through a lot of talking which may turn into debates and arguments.

Moon in the 4th House

-Moon will feel a sense of closeness and intimacy with the house person.

-They will be the couple who discuss things in private and want to make sure that the other person feels safe to open up.

-This creates a very private relationship.

-The Moon person opens up their deepest needs and wants to the house person. They feel extremely vulnerable and feel like the house person sees their shy/introverted side.

-The house person feels protective over the Moon person. They want to make sure that the Moon person is feeling safe and secure enough to open up.

-This placement creates a very deep attachment between the couple.

-Moon person will confide and share their secrets with only the House person. They will see the House person as a comfortable space.

-Moon consider the House person as their home.

-In immature relationships it can create clingy energy.

Moon in the 5th House

-The Moon person will feel like they found their inner child in the presence of the House person.

-This is one of the most romantic house placements because it gives a sense of playfulness, youthful energy, pleasure, etc.

-The Moon person will never feel bored around the House person, but in unhealthy relationships, the Moon might feel like they are not being taken seriously by the House person.

-The House person feels a sense of excitement which make these two go on frequent dates, adventures, and do plenty of romantic stuff together.

-It's like the perfect example of a teenage/high school romance.

-Things are never too serious for both of them, since this is a very lighthearted aspect that creates a playful/flirtatious energy.

-Moon person will feel like the House person lights up their fun loving side and they want to make a lot of good memories with them.

-These two are very open with each other, whether it's PDA or openly flirting.

Moon in the 6th House

-The Moon person will feel like they are a regular part of the House person's life. The House person is someone committed to their goals and work.

-The Moon person is around them almost all the time. Moon wants to make sure if the House person is doing well, eating well or sleeping well.

-There is a sense of physical comfort that the Moon person wishes to offer to the House person.

-This makes both people receptive to giving and taking from each other. But in unhealthy dynamics, both might become overbearing of each other and neglect their own needs/wants.

-The House person sees the Moon as someone who is present in their life for a long time and they get to learn a lot about productivity and setting healthy habits from the Moon person.

-The House person may become lazier than usual in Moon's presence. Or they might find it easier to shrug the duties and relax.

Moon in the 7th House

-The Moon person feels like they found their perfect other half.

-Moon in the 7th house signifies a sense of devotion to the people you love. So the House person feels extremely devoted towards the Moon person.

-The House person has sort of a special spot for the Moon person because they understand each other as "the other half". They compliment each other's personality.

-There is a special connection or a spark between these two that creates a mutual trust and understanding of what the other person might be feeling.

-House person will feel the Moon person naturally understands and meet all their criteria of an "ideal type".

-This is like the perfect couple aspect, because 7th house is literally about relationships/love. And Moon rules our emotions. So there is a mutual understanding and care for each other.

-This is a "soulmates" aspect, because it creates harmony in the relationship. If this couple ever broke up, this relationship might be quite unforgettable!

Moon in the 8th House

-The 8th house is all about the bonds we share with other people, whether it's emotional, physical, mental or even spiritual.

-The connection here will feel extremely deep, because it will bind the Moon and House person together. It will cause them to be tangled in each other's lives.

-The Moon person might feel extremely obsessed with the House person. They will be on this roller coaster ride with the House person. Something that is so addicting.

-In immature relationships both will circle back into each other's lives all the time because there will be a sense of "unfinished business", until one of them has enough self-control to cut off all contact. In healthy relationships though, both of them will constantly be seeking each other's presence.

-This is addicting because both of them will experience the depth the resides in each other.

-Both the Moon and the House person will seek to be present in each other's lives all the time, as if, "their business is my business."

Moon in the 9th House

-This is an aspect categorized by the Moon native's desire for adventure and constant learning.

-The Moon native will feel like their mind expands around the House person. The energy that the House person holds, allows Moon to become wiser, more philosophical and more adventurous.

-There is fascination from the House person's part where they seek to understand how the Moon person's theories on life are.

-This creates almost a teacher student dynamic, where the Moon person is the student and the House person is the teacher.

-This aspect creates a relationship that is full of learning, travel, adventure and growth.

-The Moon person sees the House person as a wise soul who is naturally curious about life.

-Both seek to learn from each other's experiences in life.

-In unhealthy relationships this might look like both of them are stubborn on their beliefs, and are unwilling to see the bigger picture.

Moon in 10th House

-The Moon native will be interested in the public affairs of the House person. And their relationship will be almost seen as "perfect".

-There could be affairs involved in this relationship that might "come out" to the public life of both people unexpectedly.

-The Moon person is an important player in the House person's public image. Both of them might make the other one popular in some way.

-The Moon person will feel accepted by the social group/people around the House person.

-They will appear as a pleasant couple, and will play an important role in advancing each other's careers.

-There is a shared mission involved related to work/career. Both might have the same job or end up creating a business together. They might even gain plenty of fame together.

-This is not a super romantic placement, but it does make a stable/business oriented partnership.

Moon in the 11th House

-This is a super fun placement to have since 11th house is all about hopes, goals, friendships, communities. So the Moon person will feel naturally accepted by the House person.

-This relationship has an element of friendship in it. Both parties see each other as someone supportive.

-The Moon person seeks to fit in with the social network of the 11th house person. They feel drawn to being a part of their friend circle. There is a desire to be seen by others that are networks of the House person.

-The House person sees the Moon person as someone who can help them achieve/gain perhaps fame or things related to their career.

-Both might build each other's networks and introduce each other to important people that can level up their careers.

-The Moon person will be very involved/invested in the House person's social life/friends.

Moon in the 12th House

-This is the house of isolation, spirituality, undoings, the mental plane, astral plane, dreams, etc.

-The Moon person will feel like they are on a roller coaster ride with the House person because there is an air of mystery and the subtle way the House person makes the Moon wonder about what goes on in their mind.

-Moon will feel super emotionally involved with the House's person's "undefined", "hidden" side.

-Moon will feel subconsciously attracted to the 12th House person. There will be very hints that will lead to this attraction between them, and often times both will define it as, "unexplainable".

-Both will share almost a telepathic connection.

-There will be an air of, "I have always known you." This is not necessarily romantic, because this house has karma attached to it.

-This might make the House person feel like the Moon naturally gets the things they aren't able to say so easily.

-The House person will experience a good sleep around the Moon's presence, if the House person is someone who suffers from insomnia.

-Both will heighten each other's intuitive senses.

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