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blockedbykei · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

🏐 — tsukishima kei x f!reader

— synopsis: tsukishima has always struggled wrapping the stupid bandages on his fingers. the new manager seemed to know how, but his pride was too stuck up for him to ask help. luckily, you knew him too well.

— warnings: swearing, blood

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The ball slams onto the squeaky floor, the synthetic leader creasing as it meets the shined court. Tsukishima smirks at his opponents’ quick glance at the rolling ball.

“Was that your best, King?”

“Shut up,” Kageyama sneers. Hinata forbearingly chases after the ball. The blonde smirks, adjusting his glasses.

His legs ache, though he didn't have the care to complain nor request to take a break. Testing his endurance was good—he still had limits to test, he still had so much energy to drain. He wasn't going to waste his time tending for the ache.

Something that he wouldn't mind wasting his time on though, was fixing the bandages around his ring and index finger. They were loosening up, untucked from one another. So he looked at Daichi, motioned to his fingers, and his senior's approving nod permits his body to exit the court and onto the bleachers.

"When was the last time you changed those, bruh?" Tanaka blurts. He rubs his hand on his shaved head, his sweat dripping off his temples. "That shit's dirty."

"Just this morning. I'm not unhygienic." Tsukishima bluntly replies. "It got dirty from the ball. Have you seen that thing? When was the last time you changed those balls?"

Sugawara sits beside him, his towel being patted on his forehead. "Two years ago, probably."

Tsukishima fiddles with the thin straps of his bandages, tucking it underneath the wrapped gauze, but it irritates him when it refuses to stick. So he tries and he tries again; from the court to the bleachers, he thinks. A person could only do so much trying.

"Hey, (l/n)!"

His head snaps towards your direction, seeing you enter with a bag full of refilled water bottles. He'd politely take the bag off your shoulders, showing chivalry to remove the image of his isouciant demeanor. But Daichi had already beaten him, as well as carrying the other two bags brought by Yachi and Shimizu.

His fingers absentmindedly twirl and twirl as he stares from afar. His heart pounds uncremeniously against hist chest, like the sound of continuous free spiking against the court floor. He dislikes the feeling of sudden emotions.

But when you were the end of those emotions, he'd bear his hatred.

And Tsukishima had been staring for too long that he hasn't noticed you approaching him with that kind, everloving smile. He doesn't return it.

"Kei," you softly greet. His first name, never given verbal privilege to say but somehow it just felt right for you to say it. "Struggling with that?"

"Hm? O-oh. Yes," his back straightens, forearm on his knee. You sit down beside him but not beside him. He feels like whining. "Can't get the stupid thing wrapped properly."

"I can help—" you offer.

"I got it," Tsukishima tucks his arm against his chest like it was something you'd steal from him. You laugh through your nose. "Not my first time doing it."

"Just let me help," you wrap your hand on his wrist and yank it towards you, the bandage seamlessly falling off his calloused palm onto your lap. Tsukishima feels heat rising to his ears— feels the obnoxious stares of his teammates smiling teasingly as they bounce the balls from their hands to the floor.

And so your soft fingers caress against his, your thumb in the apex of his palm as you hold his hand firmly. Tsukishima puts the weight of his hand on yours, watching your eyes meticulously follow the movement of your fingers wrapping the dirty bandage around his ring and pinkie finger.

"Your scar looks cool," you say. "Where'd you get that?"

"From, uh, Ushijima's spike during our match against Shiratorizawa." His voice falters with embarrassment. "He was strong. An idiot though," he adds the last remark to aid his ego.

"Wow, Kei complimenting Ushijima."

"Followed by an insult," he looks up at you through his eyelashes and feels like he could collapse on the spot. Suddenly the ache on his legs didn't bother him anymore, like they'd been healed by your essence.

You tuck the bandage in. "He may be strong, but he can't block like you," you take his hand in yours and lightly tap it with the other one before standing up. You pick up a waterbottle from your bag and offer it to him. "Drink up. Can't have you dehydrated."

Tsukishima takes the bottle from you. You smile at him, and the edges of his lips quirk up to give you a half-smile, like some sort of gratitude. And you walk away from him.

He could've done a lot more than just speak like he wasn't thankful for your assistance. Instead he watched you walk away, wistfully.

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Stupid fucking fingers.

There's blood dripping on the asphalt ground. Tsukishima hisses, Hinata gasps and covers his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He had bowed so much his back could break. Tsukishima didn't care, he only wanted to shove his entire fist up Kageyama's laughing ass.

Blocking balls was one thing. Blocking Hinata's spike, however...

"Idiot," he says lowly, though loud enough to enlighten Hinata of his disdain. "Shit, could you be careful next time, Shoyo?"

"What's going on?" You exit the gym, locking it behind you. "Is that blood?"

"Yes! Because this Pipsqueak thought we were on some real match. Spiked it at me when we're only three feet apart!"

"Calm down, Kei."

And then he did. He did calm down. His chest went back to it's steady pace as he clutched his hand, the blood's flow weak. You walk towards him and take his hand in yours, then you drag him to the locker room.

"Please don't tell me your scar opened."

He could laugh at that sentence, then again not everyone knows everything. He shakes his head and rubs his nose. "Just a wound from one of my fingers."

"Okay, sit here." He sits on a chair as you reach for the first aid kit.

Tsukishima likes you.

Straight to the point, he admits it to himself that he likes you, and he's proud of that. He could never admit that to anyone else though. Maybe it's because you were nice, and he couldn't bring himself to be mean to you and if he ever was, you put him in his place. Maybe he likes you because you're beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. And you were skillfull at bandaging his fingers. That hit a special spot in his heart.

You sit on the desk in front of him and he offers his hand willingly, placing it on your thigh. You dabbed the antiseptic covered cotton on his bleeding wound. Tsukishima barely hisses from the pinching pain. Instead, he looks at you from the scratched lens of his glasses.

You look at him, laugh a little, and push his glasses up his nose.

Tsukishima blushes.

"Be careful next time, Kei," you advice, placing the cotton aside and start bandaging up his wound. "You're the smart one in the group. They could all go to shit if you get injured."

"Eh, I have you to heal me," his words slip past his lips before he could think about what he would say. His eyes widen a little. And his blush, could it be from embarrassment as you noticed his reaction, or could it be from the way you smile at him and massage the lines in his palm as a retort.

"You're cute," you raise a brow, tucking the bandage in.

"You wrap my bandages all the time." He puts his hands on his lap. And you still sit there, in front of him, on the desk. "You're my little healer."

"Is "little" an insult or?"

Tsukishima laughs. He laughs. Then he takes your hand and plays with your fingers, his fingertips tracing every ridge, every bump of your hand. You watch him as he does so, feeling yourself smile bigger and bigger at every second.

So he takes that chance to lace your hands together. You both blush, looking away from one another.

"Take it as an insult," he finally says. "Healer? Don't take it as an insult. I'll be calling you that from now on, though."

You roll your eyes, jumping off the desk. "Okay, Kei."

You both leave the locker room, hands still together, and his bandage still intact.

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dodger-chan · 1 month ago

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Inspired by this post by @0nemorestranger Hopefully close enough to what you had in mind

Edit: now on AO3

Lost Media

Steve didn’t realize he’d been humming along to anything until the music cut off suddenly and looped around to start over. The opening riff played for about three seconds before it cut off again.

“Wait, who’s humming?” The question came from one of Steve’s younger co-workers. A part-timer working his way through college. Steve couldn’t remember his name.

“Uh, that was me. Sorry,” he tacked on the apology as an afterthought.

“You know that song?” the kid asked. He sounded like Dustin.

“It’s called Plane of Shadows. I think it’s a DnD reference,” Steve answered. “Band’s Corroded Coffin. Haven’t heard them in years.”

That wasn’t strictly true. Every once in a while, Steve would play the tape he still had. Think about that one summer he’d spent as an unpaid, unofficial roadie. Daydream about what could have happened if he’d known himself a little better back then.

Not too often. Steve wasn’t that much of a loser.

The kid came over and plopped down in Robin’s empty chair. She was out sick today, getting over the flu Steve had picked up last week.

“It is. A DnD reference, I mean,” the kid said. Steve probably needed a better thing to call him; he was probably Erica’s age. “Shit, one of my friends posted that clip to this metal bulletin board. We've been trying to identify it forever. How do you know it?”

“They’re from the same small town I am. We all went to highschool together.” Not that Steve had known their music in highschool. “I don’t think they ended up with a record deal, but they did have an EP they used to sell at concerts. I can bring it tomorrow if you want.”

*********

Steve brought the tape, along with the souvenirs he’d saved from that summer. A couple of photocopied flyers. An ad clipped from a local Bloomington paper for a concert. A wristband from a bar that had marked him as too young to drink. Also his Walkman. Steve wasn’t sure if kids still had cassette players now that CDs were everywhere.

“This is so cool,” the kid - Brian, apparently - gushed when Steve handed him the shoebox he’d brought it all in at lunch. “Is it alright if I scan these? And can I borrow this tape? I want to digitize it and share the full song with the board.”

“You can do that?” Steve really needed to learn more about computers. Just not from Dustin who couldn’t teach anything without turning into a condescending asshole.

“Yeah, just record from the Walkman like it’s a mic. I’ll burn you a copy of the whole EP. That way you won’t have to worry about wearing out your tape,” Brian offered. “I would never have guessed you were such a metal fan.”

“I’m not, really,” Steve admitted. Brian blinked at him, surprised. And, well, it wasn’t the eighties anymore, and they weren’t still living in Hawkins. “Massive crush on the lead guitarist.”

“Oh, uh, thanks for telling me.” Brian leaned over and patted Steve’s shoulder. “So you and Robin aren’t-”

“Strictly platonic.” Maybe Robin was right and they should get signs for their desks.

*********

It was nearly a month later when Brian grabbed Steve at the water cooler and dragged him over to his desk, saying “You’ve got to see this.”

This was a post on the Brian’s metal bulletin board:

Crazy to hear from a buddy that our old band is a minor Internet sensation. Thanks, all. If you guys had been around back in the day we might have managed a full album. Or maybe not. Gareth’s parents would have killed him if he dropped out and Jeff actually wanted to go to college, so maybe we still would have broken up in ‘87. Regardless, we’re all thrilled our music is bringing joy to today’s metal heads. As the primary songwriter, and with the agreement of the rest of the band, I grant permission to upload and download the entire EP. We think any money we might potentially have made on it is worth less to us than the value of preserving what could have been lost media. Just make sure to credit us if your garage band turns one of our songs into a hit. Anyway, if you guys have any questions about Corroded Coffin, or the songs, reply to this post and I’ll do my best to answer in a timely fashion. Aside to OP: Is your preppy co-worker who had all our stuff a handsome former jock with spectacular hair? Because I’d love to get back in touch with our old roadie. -EM

“Oh my god,” Robin squealed, leaning over Steve’s shoulder as he read. “Please, you have to give Eddie Steve’s email. Or get Eddie’s email to give to Steve. Or both. Both would be best. That way at least one of them will have the balls to reach out first.”

“Eddie’s already reaching out,” Steve said. “And I thought you said it was anti-femminist to use testicles as a proxy for courage.”

“Stop quoting me when I’m being right, Steven.”

“So I should get his contact info for you?” Brian asked.

Steve hesitated. Real life was not some romantic comedy where attraction was always mutual and true love overcame all obstacles in the end. But it wasn’t like he’d spend the last decade pining. Even if it was nothing more than getting a friend back, it would be good to get in touch with Eddie again.

“Sure,” Steve answered. “Why not?”

#short ficlet #stranger things #steddie #well pre steddie #(in theory they could just end up friends)#(but we all know they're going to start dating)#my fic #i'll try to get this up on ao3 tomorrow but for now

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sixeyesonathiel · 1 month ago

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every night, the village waves their golden boy off with tears and pie like he’s off to slay the monster in the mountains, completely unaware that satoru gojo is speedwalking into your claws with a picnic basket and a collar, ready to get absolutely obliterated in the name of love.

wc — 1.3k | masterlist.

all the villagers think he's saving them.

that's the funniest part.

every night, satoru gojo wraps himself in his thick patrol cloak, kisses his grandmother on the cheek like some chivalrous prince, and says, “i’ll protect the village. as always.” dramatic pause. noble smile. his grandmother tears up every time. she calls him her little lamb, pats his cheek, says he has his grandfather's walk. he doesn’t. he has a guiltless saunter and the body language of a criminal in love.

and the villagers? they eat it up like it’s a fairy tale baked into a fresh pie. the women swoon behind lace fans and offer him apples like he’s the harvest god. the men slap him on the back like he’s made of oak and honor. the children run beside him until the edge of the forest, wide-eyed and giggling, whispering about how satoru gojo isn’t scared of the vampire. not him. no sir. he’s their sword. their golden boy. their light in the dark.

(and occasionally, their babysitter. he caught mika’s toddler last week before he ran into the well. he was holding a bouquet at the time. the child bit him. satoru only laughed. he still has the bite mark. he named it.)

they don’t know he’s a meal on legs.

he solemnly nods at their praise. sometimes he furrows his brow with great anguish, like he’s trudging off to face some ancient evil instead of lugging a picnic basket full of wine, gauze, a backup cravat, and an extra silk pillow you liked the embroidery on. he’s even got a bouquet tonight. picked it himself. from the widow’s garden. she waved at him. he winked. it was not romantic. he swears. she offered him pie. he declined. his taste buds belong to you.

then he skips right into your claws.

“satoru,” you purr from the darkness the moment he crosses the deadwood trees. your voice is molasses and moonlight, sweet and unhinged. it coats his spine like ice. oh, not fear. never. it’s delight. demented, brain-rotting delight. the kind that makes him want to scream into his pillow like a schoolgirl. or kneel. sometimes both. always both.

he trips on a root. spectacularly. goes down like a swooning duchess.

“am i late?” he calls, grinning like an idiot in love, cheeks pink and dopey. a single leaf clings to his snowy hair. he doesn't brush it off. it might be your favorite color. or maybe you'll pluck it off yourself with those sharp, pretty claws and pet his head like he's your prize. which, to be fair, he kind of is. he hopes you polish him.

“sorry, got caught up in the mist. very ominous. 10/10 ambiance. smelled like impending doom and your perfume.”

you’re in front of him before the last syllable hits the air. one blink, and you’re there—cold hands on his cheeks, nails cool against the flushed skin of his jaw, cradling him like a relic. your expression is unreadable, lips parted like you're deciding whether to kiss him or bite him. your eyes glint like fresh blood in candlelight. your left brow twitches. dangerous.

“liar,” you whisper, thumb trailing over his lip. “you stopped to talk to her again.”

he swallows. hard. his breath hitches because he knows exactly who you mean. your jealousy is fragrant—heady and cloying like gardenias left too long in the sun. he would bottle it and wear it as cologne if he could. he probably will. he has a vial. labeled. dated.

because when he speaks to her, it tastes like betrayal. not bitter, not sharp—sweet, almost, like a sugared lie melting on his tongue. but you can smell it. you always do.

“baby,” he tries, all teeth and desperation, smile trembling. “she just gave me a scone. i didn’t even look at it. i thought of you the entire time. raisins. raisins, my love. your mortal enemy.”

your eyelids lower, slowly. your pupils swell like a predator's. your lip twitches. he sees the muscle in your jaw tense.

and then he’s slammed into a tree with supernatural force.

a squirrel watching from a nearby branch faints. somewhere in the distance, an owl shits itself. two raccoons scatter like they witnessed a war crime.

“think of me now,” you hiss.

he does. he always does. teeth on his neck, your thigh caging his hip, breath cold against his collarbone. your voice in his ear like a symphony of madness. he thinks if this is damnation, then damnation is a luxury spa with vampire kisses and luxury-grade silk robes and a woman who calls him “hers” like it’s gospel. his fingers twitch from ecstasy.

later, he’s draped on your fainting couch like he’s auditioning for a scandal in oil paint. shirt torn open, blood drying artfully on his clavicle, one arm thrown over his eyes in feigned distress. his hair’s a disaster. his pants are halfway off. he’s glowing like he just saw god and god had fangs. his sock has a hole. he doesn’t care. he’s never been happier.

“you bit me too low,” he whines. “what if someone sees? they’ll think i got mauled by some sultry woodland creature. which, honestly, is accurate, but still.”

“good,” you murmur from the velvet chaise across the room, ankles crossed, sipping from a wine glass full of blood so old it’s probably vintage. “they’ll know you’re mine. maybe i’ll carve my name into your ribs next.”

“you’re obsessed with me.”

“you let me put a collar on you.”

he lifts the little black choker around his throat and flicks the silver bell. it jingles like a cat toy.

“i like the bell,” he pouts. “it’s festive.”

“you like being owned.”

he absolutely does. he should feel shame. instead, he grins like he won the sickest prize at the devil’s raffle. his dimples are weaponized.

“i should head back,” he sighs eventually, sitting up, bones cracking. “they’ll get suspicious. the baker’s daughter wept into her apron last time. gave me a whole cinnamon bun. i cried too. it was dry.”

you say nothing. you simply rise, gliding across the room like mist incarnate. your bare feet make no sound on the stone. the candlelight flickers with your movement. you reach the corner of the room. open the cage door with deliberate grace.

clink.

pause.

you smile.

satoru slumps right back down.

“nevermind,” he says flatly. “they’ll survive. barely.”

“you won’t,” you murmur as you climb into his lap like you were always meant to be there, arms wrapping around his neck, “if you flirt with her again.”

“i didn’t eat the scone!” he protests. “i threw it at a squirrel! who hated it! because it wasn’t yours! see? tragic romance!”

“i should’ve baked you into a pie,” you hiss, nose brushing his. “maybe with raisins.”

“cruel and unusual,” he breathes, fingers brushing your jaw with the reverence of a man touching holy scripture. “but can i get a kiss before you wrap me in pastry?”

you do.

he tastes blood and nectar and devotion dressed in velvet. he tastes like a man too far gone, and you taste like the reason he jumped. the bats in your rafters flutter away in scandalized panic. someone downstairs knocks over a candelabra. the room smells like candlewax, smoke, and disaster.

“your haunted furniture is judging me,” he mumbles.

“they should,” you whisper.

the next morning, the sky breaks pink over the mountain. satoru wakes tangled in red velvet and your limbs, fresh bites blooming like tattoos across his collarbone and thighs. he stretches with a whimper, a blissed-out smile crawling across his lips. his voice cracks.

“i love my life,” he tells the ceiling, eyes half-lidded.

a painting of some long-dead baron falls off the wall. he flinches.

then he limps home. bouquet in one hand. collar jingling.

ready to lie again. ready to “protect” the village from you.

again.

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worstgenerationloser · 6 months ago

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,, Indulgence. ''

Pairings: Ace, Shanks, Beckmann, and Luffy x Reader (separately!)

Summary... nsfw headcanons revolving around the topics of virginity, sex, masturbation...

A/N: This is only part one, might be split into two parts. I also wrote oneshots for each character below, but I burned out too quick, so I stored them away, but they will be posted!

Portgas D. Ace.

Ace is most definitely a virgin, not that he can't get anybody to spend the night with him, considering he's a very handsome young man. He would rather spend his time eating, sleeping, and enjoying his time in Whitebeards crew than having sex, he doesn't see it that way because he has zero clue what sex is, he's fairly educated, and he most definitely has seen a few things by pure accident in various towns, not that he made a big deal out of it, he just scurries away.

He's a virgin, and hardly masturbates, his mind is always preoccupied with other matters. That being said, what turns him on?

Ace doesn't exactly have a type, but if he were to display any sexual interest in anybody, the sense of romance would have to appear first. He's scared of hurting those he loves, so you have to be super strong to ensure that you won't die and leave him with unfulfilled dreams of love. He doesn't care what they identify as, his lover needs to have strength that could crush rookie pirates dreams.

When he masturbates, he likes to be in a dark, quiet place, he is mildly embarrassed at the fact he's touching himself sometimes, so he tries to keep quiet. Without a partner or a crush, he doesn't feel himself wanting more than just five minutes or so with his hand every other month when he feels a little bit pent up. Ace is such a sweet boy, but once he develops romantic feelings for you, he finds himself thinking of you one too many times during those few minutes alone, and eventually his romantic feelings bring wanting and longing for more than simple, sweet love.

Because he's just so sweet, he feels ashamed of his feelings for you at first. He can't stand the way he feels, it's not like he's some some pervert, right? Could he even pursue a relationship with you? He likes to think he's mature, calm, and cool, but on the inside he's still pretty immature.

If he's gonna lose his virginity, it's gonna be a while after you two start dating, he isn't with you for sex, that's for sure. Again, sex is the least of his worries, so you would have to approach the topic yourself, because, trust me, it's gonna save you a lot of time and suffering from waiting for him to make a move. He's a proper gentleman with you no matter what, and he makes up for his inexperience with his eagerness to please.

His losing his virginity is something he would have never imagined. So, who knew he would like you touching his body so much? Seriously, he finds out way too quickly that there's no way he could have achieved such a pleasure all by himself. The most physical contact he gets from others nowadays is a pat on the back from the other commanders, maybe a handshake or two, and other than that, it's just him being punched upon various other things.

To lose his virginity and indulge himself in fine dining (you) , he embodies his mature side, and decides to have a discussion with you.

Red-Haired Shanks.

Shanks? A virgin? He lost his virginity a long time ago, and that's probably why he's so confident. I don't think he has a single insecure bone left in his body by the time he's 20. He doesn't need one, anyways, the boy inherited Dark King Rayleigh's charms as if he were his son, and sometimes it's super annoying. He isn't a complete fuckboy, but he definitely got around a lot when he was a young man, but after ten years of constant hookups, be it women, men, or anybody not on the spectrum, he made the decision to settle down... Mostly because one of his old flings had a small pregnancy scare and he was horrified.

Shanks is pretty experienced, to put it simply, he knows how to put his charms to good use, how to get anybody to drop their pants after a nice long flirting session, or, if they aren't the type for casual hookups, after a sweet date.

That being said, he prefers having intercourse over masturbation, actually, I do not believe he has used his own hand to please himself in... Many years. But, as previously mentioned, even a man like him manages to settle down. Shanks, like Ace, would only manage with a lover who would be strong enough to impress his crew, that being said, if you want him to genuinely love you for anything besides your body, you have to play hard to get. (Was that term used correctly? It's 2 am)

He is a natural flirt, so charismatic it's scary. So when you reject his advances, he is very taken aback, and it fuels his sexual fantasies. He would burn through many of women, trying to get rid of this pure sexual frustration he feels every second you're near, and for a moment he was considering begging you to atleast let him see your naked body. But, after a month or two, he lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smell of someone's body spray melted into his red hair, and he feels something other than lust for you. Actually, he was sure it was always there, but maybe he was too foolish to notice or see it.

Cue him asking you out, being absolutely overjoyed when he gets to call you his, wedding bells ringing in his head. (Though he is a pirate, and cannot have his marriage recognized legally)

You shortly realize he is more terribly perverse than he let on.

Shameless groping, dirty whispers, excessive nudity (though, if it was shanks, I'm sure nobody would mind👀) and lots and loootsss of advances. He is obviously willing to stop if you dislike such things, though.

Shanks never really saw himself loving someone outside of sex, but now that he is alive and loving, he just can't stop. But, of course, the pervert is itching to screw you, though he isn't purely thinking of sex, the thought pops up constantly and it makes the palm of his hand itch. He wants your first time to be special, but the longer he waits, the more he wants it, the more he dreams of it, the more he just can't help but stare at you when you straighten your back, following the curve of your spine down to your... He is very obviously staring.

During intercourse, Shanks prefers to top, but he's not a stone top by any means, he likes to switch maybe once a month, his all time favorite position? Prone bone. Watching you lay in bed on your stomach has him drooling, and he might as well be rabid because he absolutely will be plotting, asking you to stay that way while he straddles you, offering a seemingly innocent back massage... It was, in fact, not.

Benn Beckmann

Benn Beckmann is the man women and men alike dream about. He isn't a virgin, that's for sure.

I mean... He's an older man, he has quite a bit of experience, and I think, contrary to popular belief, he chases women a lot more than his captain. Beck is more often than not chatting up a pretty lady anytime the red-haired pirates dock at an island, a whole crew of whores, they are. I wouldn't be surprised if a few of the crew have screwed the same person before... Beck has a story about that involving Shanks and somebody else, and it may or may not have ended in a threesome, but that's simply what the rumors say.

He is one of the red-haired pirates, and he isn't completely devoid of sentiment or some oddly nonchalant guy, he has feelings, wants, and needs too, his mental health wouldn't keep up on the crew of partygoers if he was so uptight. Beck doesn't like to lust over people unless they show the same type of interest in him; don't get me wrong because he does find people attractive and he is not at all feeling guilty for eyeing a pretty piece of eye candy or even whistling at someone every once in a while, he doesn't want to imagine screwing every good looking person he sees is all.

He is a big man, he looks like he could snap somebody in half with a singular flex of his bicep, not to mention he's the first mate of an emperor of the sea; Beck is just as strong as Shanks, and as the red-haired pirates gain power and fame, he finds himself a little more pent up, though people flock to him so he doesn't complain much. Who doesn't want a man like him in their bed, anyways?

Though, he does please himself from time to time, of course. He opens the drawer of his desk full of magazines, takes his pick and gets straight to work, ensuring the door is locked. He's getting straight to the point, dropping his pants down to his ankles whilst leaning back in the chair he's in, closing his eyes to take in the moment. It isn't too frequent, and it's not a big deal if he can't find some time to himself, he knows somebody else will always make time for him, anyways.

Beck has a high libido, and has taken a liking to pretty ladies in particular, but that doesn't mean his taste involves one gender exclusively, of course, he's happy to take somebody to bed if they look good enough. Concerning romantic relationships, he doesn't really see any of that happening, his life is full of freedom and adventure, he's merely tied down to his crew and he prefers to keep it that way.

But... if he just so happened to develop romantic feelings for you, it would happen one of three ways. Maybe you two had a bit of a friends with benefits relationship, you being one of the red-haired pirates making it easier for you two to meet up for nightly trysts; Or maybe you happened to be a friend of Shanks, perhaps during his time on Rogers crew, maybe you were rivals, or maybe just plain old friends, a friend of his captains is a friend of his. Maybe he's fucking you nearly every day and night, and his feelings got a little out of hand one somewhere along the way... Either way, it was pretty easy for lust to turn into love and infatuation.

Beck was wary of welcoming you into his heart, but he did so, and he rushed over you like a heavy flood. He isn't acting like he was in heat, like his captain would with his significant other, he prefers to love you quietly, but of course his hand would slip lower down your back every once in a while and completely dwarf your ass as he groped you, holding his cigarette in his teeth as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He's definitely an ass man.

When it comes to thinking of having sex with you, he's a little nervous. He's respectful to all his hookups, and he is very confident in that aspect but he is absolutely ginormous and he doesn't wanna split you in two in the literal sense. It will hurt for sure, he knows that, you're gonna whine and cry out all night long, he knows that too, but he wants you, and he knows you want him, as your lover, he begins to discuss it with you as casually as he can, his voice smooth and maybe a little rough during the entire ordeal.

He makes his move after a sweet date, loving on you all night and kissing you all the way back to his bedroom, mostly because he hadn't taken anybody there before, and he wanted your first time with him to be special.

Monkey D. Luffy.

Luffy could not care less about nudity, and he cares even less about sex. In Alabasta, the only reason he even reacted to Nami flashing him was because Usopp was there, and Luffy really didn't mind seeing Hancock's naked body.

He has never considered jerking off a day in his life, nudity is just a part of life for him, you got your pants off? That's cool. Just for the fun of it, he's nude. Tits out? His are already out most of the time so it's no big deal. (You can tell I'm having fun with this.)

He's not sure he could fall in love, all he desires is freedom. His lover doesn't need strength, as long as they're kind and they share the same moral code as him, he's overjoyed! He probably will convince them to join his crew, despite being clueless on sex, he has a... Slight understanding of romance, he thinks.

After falling in love with you and feeling various different things with you, he very quickly realizes that he feels a different kind of heat in his body that isn't his rapidly beating heart or his stomach fluttering, which, could also be his stomach growling, but that's besides the point. He's clueless, when Dadan tried to give Ace, Sabo, and him "the talk" he was so grossed out he ran off, leaving Ace in the dust. So, all he knew was that he had a dick, and literally nothing else, so if you're afab, you have to explain stuff to him. When Luffy feels that heat creep into his skin, coursing through his veins, it all rushes to one place.

His shorts feel tight, to the point it's painful, and it's even worse when his eyes land on you. His stomach aches, well, he thinks it does, it feels weird, and that's all he knows. He actually ends up talking to Sanji, the expert in erotica... Or so he says. Now, he's got a pretty good grasp on his sexuality, and he wants to try having sex with you. He doesn't sugarcoat it, doesn't really plan something intricate, he'll walk up to you while you're doing whatever, and he's gonna blurt it out in that same casual tone he has when he says "I'm hungry" , and he might just embarrass you infront of his crew.

"Wanna have sex?" Oh boy, do you.

END.

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arrenjo · 2 months ago

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Summary: Your apartment floods and you do your best to make it on your own, but when Robby finds out he takes matters into his own hands.

Notes: I’m a slut for a one bed trope, whoopsie. These can probably be stand alone but I like having somewhat of a series going. Obviously inspired by Whitaker’s whole living-inside-the-hospital deal. Also omfg I’ve looked at this draft for so long I might die.

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“Shit shit shit!!” You jumped at your alarm from a dead sleep and threw on your scrubs. Resting in this hospital was fucking impossible and you had finally gone to sleep— and subsequently overslept.

You ran a brush through your hair and brushed your teeth in the bathroom in a matter of about a minute before you threw on your shoes, slung your backpack over your shoulder, and raced out the door. Thankfully you only had a couple of flights of stairs to go down.

Your apartment had flooded earlier in the week and everything was a total loss. You had the things you had in your work bag and a bag you kept in your car, and that was it. You weren’t really sure how your apartment complex got away with not offering you another place to stay that wasn’t triple your rent, but you were fucked. You went to Gloria in a desperate time of need and she was kind enough to let you use a spare hospital room for the week and promise her discretion, but you were running out of time to find something else and there were no options.

Dana, Donnie, and the rest of the ED nurses would absolutely have your ass if they knew you refused to ask them for help, but it wasn’t their problem. You ran into the nurses station, out of breath, and got report on your patients. After a bit of running around to play catch up, Dana caught you at your workstation charting.

“Hey kid, you alright?” She asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

“My angel,” you said, taking a sip and giving her a grateful smile. “Yeah, you know how I struggle with being on time for dayshift sometimes. Your girl is not a morning person.” You lied with just a little too much enthusiasm. It was partially true, dayshift really did turn your world upside down. You and mornings did not particularly get along.

“Yeah, uh-huh, okay,” Dana said and rolled her eyes. She patted you on the shoulder and walked away. You’ve got to find a place. Your exhaustion was starting to show and people were starting to notice.

“Hey,” Dana’s voice snapped Robby’s attention to her face as she pulled out a chair and sat down beside him. Oh shit, he thought, whatever Dana was about to talk to him about, she was serious.

“What do you think’s going on with our girl?” She nodded in your direction. Your back was to them, your head in your hands. It was clear that something was up, but Robby hadn’t put his finger on exactly what yet. He had been watching you, observing your every move. The casual touches had stayed casual, but he could feel the increased tension in your body when he first made contact. When the touch lingered for more than a second, he could feel you relax into his touch. He didn’t say anything to you. To tell the truth, he liked it, but he didn’t like that you were so tense to begin with.

“I don’t know,” He muttered, his eyes still on you, looking over the rim of his glasses. He paused for a moment to wonder if he should play it cool or lay his cards on the table for Dana.

��Abbot’s got a big mouth you know. Heard he and Princess had a bet going on and that Princess won.” Dana interrupted his thought process with a knowing smirk. Robby sighed and took his glasses off, reaching to rub the side of his head in the same motion, his eyes searching to find you across the nurses station again. You ran your hands through your hair and got up, starting towards the med room.

“Abbot doesn’t know half of what he thinks he does,” Robby countered, glancing at Dana after the med room door had closed behind you.

“I’m just sayin’, you watch her every move. I’ve seen how you look at her when you think no one’s paying attention.” Dana said with a shrug.

“Dana!” Whitaker appeared out of a room, beckoning the charge nurse to him. He looked bewildered and a little scared, but Robby had come to realize that was his normal facial expression.

“Saved by the bell,” Robby said with a chuckle.

“This conversation isn’t over, but check in with her, will ya?” Dana said, already starting towards Dennis, mentally preparing herself for whatever was behind the curtain that he had just popped out of.

An exhausting twelve and a half hours later, you feel disgusting. You had blood, sweat, and bodily fluids— none of which were yours— what felt like everywhere. After you gave report to the night shift nurse, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and headed for the stairwell. All you wanted was a long, hot shower and the one good thing about the hospital was that the hot water never ran out. You had one more pair of clean scrubs for the week and then you had to figure out what the hell to do about laundry. Your thoughts preoccupied you as you walked, never noticing Robby several paces behind you. He had called your name once, but when you started up the stairs instead of outside, he made the decision to follow you.

You entered the hallway on the 4th floor and ducked into the first room to the left. The hallway was empty except for you, no nurses working upstairs meant that there were no patients and the entire 4th floor was shut down. You pushed the door closed behind you with your foot, leaving the door just slightly ajar. The tunnel vision had really set in on that shower. The small crack between the door and door frame spilled just enough light into the dark hallway for Robby to find where you had gone. He pushed the door open and opted to stand in the doorway, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. It only took him seconds to assess the scene and figure out what was happening. There were half dried out pictures laying on a few surfaces, your duffel bag sat on the chair with a towel draped over the back on the opposite side of the room. You had dropped your backpack just inside the door with your shoes. The cot in the middle of the room looked tiny and uncomfortable, no wonder you were exhausted.

In the bathroom, you had just taken your hair down and were just about to start the water for your shower when you realized you had left your towel draped over the chair in the next room.

“Shit,” You muttered and stepped out of the bathroom, looking down to untie the waistband of your scrubs as you did. The stupid fucking knot wouldn’t come out and-

“Ahem,” Your head snapped up to the sound of someone clearing their throat. Robby stood in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, leaning cooly on the doorframe. Oh fuck. You pressed your lips into a tight line and closed your eyes for a brief second.

“Robby,” You breathed, opening your eyes to look at him. He was silent as he took you in, his eyes catching for just a split second at your exposed skin. Your cheeks immediately heated and you knew your face was red.

Fuck, how do I explain this?

“My apartment flooded,” You began as you grew uncomfortable in the silence. He had been staring at you for a solid ten seconds, never offering a word. “The only places they offered me were triple my rent and I can’t afford that,” You met his eyes from across the room.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” He asked, taking a step towards you. His hands moved from across his chest to inside the pockets of his hoodie again.

“I’m not your problem,” You said with a snort, shaking your head.

Robby groaned your name and ran a hand through his hair, resting his hand at the back of his neck before he dropped it to his side.

“Let me help you. You tell me that I have to take care of myself, but you have to take care of yourself too.” Robby’s eyes were set, determined.

“Let me spot you the cash and-“

“No, Robby, I can’t-“ You stopped short, feeling the hot tears threatening to spill. The embarrassment made your chest tight.

“Okay no, bad suggestion, I’m sorry,” He immediately apologized. You took a steadying breath, opting to come clean.

“I can’t afford it, and I don’t want to be a burden or a freeloader. It makes me feel weak when I can’t just do everything myself, y’know?,” You told him, avoiding eye contact, desperately trying to regain your composure. The tears were threatening to spill again. Robby gingerly walked towards you and stopped just in front of you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your chin up to him.

“You are not a burden. You could never be a burden. Sometimes you gotta have help.” He said, you felt your muscles relax into his touch.

“I have an apartment,” He started slowly.

“No, Robby. They said it could take months,” You said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do but I can’t ask you to do that.” You put your hands on top of his, he searched your eyes for a moment before continuing.

“You’re not asking, I am, please stay with me. I won’t be able to sleep knowing that you’re here, and then both of us will be exhausted and cranky.” He gave you a small smile, his thumb gently stroking your chin. Your cheeks burned at the contact, your gaze dropped to his mouth. It seemed like he was having the same thought, because when your eyes found his again, he was staring at your mouth. His eyes snapped back up to yours, waiting for an answer.

“Why do you care where I sleep?” You asked softly. He grinned and shook his head

“You want to stay with me or not?” He asked rhetorically.

“Okay,” You started “-But just until I figure something else out.” You said. You already had feelings for him and this was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated if you acted on them. You dropped your hands to your sides with a small sigh. His hands lingered on your cheeks for another second, then he ran his hands down either side of your neck and across your shoulders, he stopped at your biceps and gave your arms a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on, we gotta be back early tomorrow.” He said casually, dipping his head to look at you. The trail that his hands had made felt like your skin was on fire, and him using the word ‘We’ made your stomach turn flips. Your eyes widened. He was asking you to come home with him now.

“You mean… tonight?”

“Yeah, you have to sleep, and just looking at you being so exhausted makes me tired.” He feigned a yawn and a stretch that made the corners of your mouth twitch.

“And just how hard have you been looking, Doctor Robinavitch?” You teased, turning back towards the bathroom. He rolled his eyes at you and pulled a box from the closet.

“You coming or not?”

“So impatient,” you shot back, but then quickly started gathering your things. Fuck it, might as well go all in. Robby snorted and started helping you gather your clothes and the few personal belongings you had left into the box. You worked together in silence until Robby picked up the box and slung your bag across his frame. You reached for the box and he shook his head.

“I got it, it’s a little bit of a walk.” He said, you held your hands out for it again, making a ‘gimme’ motion. “I said I got it.” He insisted, pulling the box out of your reach to the other side of him.

Most of your walk with him was quiet, you were deep in thought about how in the hell you were going to live in the same house as this man and not embarrass yourself. Your skin still ached for more of his touch.

“You don’t have to do this,” You said suddenly as he took his keys out to unlock the door to his apartment. He glanced up at you before turning his attention back towards his keys.

“I know.” He said simply and unlocked the door. “But I want to,” he said and held the door open for you. You felt your cheeks flush as he turned on the lights. His apartment was clean and simple, the most decorations he had were books on shelves and a blanket folded on the end of the couch. He had the basics: a couch, TV, a kitchen that looked functional, coffee table. You didn’t get red flag vibes from being here, but you could tell that this was a place that he didn’t spend a ton of time. Robby walked through the apartment and you trailed behind him. You walked past the kitchen and into a hallway, and into what looked like a bedroom. He turned the lights on and you could quickly tell it was Robby’s bedroom.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ you started but he cut you off.

“No, this is where you’re going to sleep. I have other rooms but there’s not another bed.” He placed the box on the bed and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. “Never really had the need for one.” He admitted sheepishly.

“No, Robby I’m not coming into your house and taking your bed,”

“I’m not asking.” He said simply, locking eyes with you. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He said matter-of-factly, like there was absolutely no question to it.

“Shower is off the bedroom, it’s the only one.” He pointed to the door in the corner of the room. “I changed the sheets on the bed this morning. There are towels in the cabinet, and the laundry room is through there if you need to wash anything.” You nodded, giving up on fighting him about the bed for the moment.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

“You don’t have to ask, make yourself at home, I’ll be in the living room.”

By the time you hopped out of the shower half an hour later, you found Robby sitting on the couch, reading. He had a pillow and blanket folded up beside him. You stopped to take him in, he was sitting with his legs crossed, glasses perched on his nose. He didn’t even make a move when you walked in the room, hair still wet and falling down your shoulders. Robby patted the seat next to him without looking up from his book. You sat down next to him and pulled out your phone, scrolling while nervously chewing on your lip. When you looked back at him, his book was closed on his lap and he was studying your features.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. You turned your phone so it was face down on your lap.

“I don’t want to fight with you about the bed, but I don’t want to sleep in your bed, Robby. You’re doing enough by letting me be here.” He chuckled at the response and took his glasses off.

“Here I am thinking that you’re in some emotional distress and you’re upset about sleeping in my bed?”

“Robby,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

God, no. I’m not upset about sleeping in your bed, I’m upset that you won’t be sleeping in your bed with me. You decided that confession would be a little too honest.

“I just don’t want to overstep,” you settled on that response and he gave you a grin.

“I promise it’s fine, couch is comfy.” He shifted back into the couch and spread his arms. One settled behind you and the comfortableness of the gesture made your stomach flip.

“I am going to go shower though,” He said and started to stand. You nodded and pulled out your phone again, but as he turned you looked up from the screen, watching him walk to the bedroom. You let your mind wander for a split second and a heat rushed across your chest and down your abdomen.

A hot shower with Robby was probably the best thought you had had in a while. You lingered in that thought for a moment and then shook your head to clear it, pulling your phone back out and settling into the couch to scroll. You must have been more tired than you realized, because the next thing you felt was warm hands sliding up under your back and your legs and lifting you in the air. You started to scramble and were immediately comforted by Robby’s voice.

“Shh, shh,” He soothed, “I’ve got you.” You felt him making his way towards the bedroom and your heart rate picked up. The way he picked you up with such ease made your stomach flutter.

“Please don’t drop me,” you mumbled with a half hearted giggle into his chest, clinging to his shirt tightly. Robby snorted.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair. He continued walking down the hallway, carrying you with ease. When you got to the bedroom, he eased you down on the bed, gently laying your head on the pillow. He hovered above you for just a moment and he started to pull away. You shook your head, your mouth just inches from his.

“Don’t go,” You whispered. He stopped in his tracks, his breath warm across your lips. He searched your eyes, lingering for just a second, almost as if he wanted to say something, and you swore you saw him open his mouth.

“Please,” You said softly, you weren’t sure if it was the sleepiness clouding your judgment or the fact that he cared enough to carry you to bed, but you wanted him close more than you ever had.

“Okay,” He said simply, you weren’t sure but you thought you may have heard some relief in his voice. He crawled in the bed beside you and you scooted closer to him. The smell of cedar shampoo made your mouth water, you were desperate for his touch. Both of you knew that you were blurring lines between the two of you, but neither of you seemed to care. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you from behind. You settled into him, he buried his face in your hair, his breath on your neck.

“Thank you… for this. For everything,” You said quietly, relaxing further into him.

“I might be a little bit selfish,” He admitted, you could hear the defeat in his tone. “I wanted you here. I mean, here,” he gestured vaguely to the room with the arm that was draped around your waist. “But here too,” he said and wrapped his arm back around your waist, pulling you closer. You smiled and ran your hand down his arm, interlacing your fingers with his.

“I wanted to be here too.”

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kazusys · 7 months ago

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— kissing under the mistletoe.

kissing genshin men under the mistletoe! / fluff / no cw / other: you’re not dating in all scenarios! (❕) a/n: i did NOT proofread. but this took me a bit… hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! happy holidays! :)

characters included: albedo, childe, cyno, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, scaramouche, tighnari, wriothesley, xiao, and zhongli.

wc: ~4.4k words

“relax, it’ll be fine!” he said. “just lead her to the mistletoe when you two are chatting at the party; after all, you both are probably going to stick together the entire time anyways.”

that was kaeya’s advice. of course albedo took it, considering the probabilities of it working due to his insane roster of people fawning over him for just existing. of course he’d be more educated in this area.

but how would he be able to enact said advice if the guy who gave the advice in the first place was busy taking up all your time at the stupid party?

albedo was ready to just head home at this point. there was no point in waiting for you if he was most likely going to chicken out in the end anyways.

a boisterous laugh from kaeya brought albedo out of his little slump as he looked over, watching as the guy pushed you lightly his direction. you seemed… almost bashful. it was cute.

you shuffled through the people dancing and walking around before stopping in front of him.

“hey, ‘bedo.” you smile.

“(y/n), it’s good to see you here.” albedo returned, realizing that besides the initial hello you two shared before you were whisked away elsewhere, this was the first time he’d been able to talk to you tonight.

“good to see you too, i was thinking— there’s this place i wanna show you outside of the party, would you want an escape for a bit?”

he followed you immediately.

the spot was serene. the backdrop of all the constellations and the hanging moon in the sky were in full view, a couple trees here and there adorning the already pleasing landscape. albedo wished he had brought something to paint with, but a mental remembrance would have to do for now.

“it’s… stunning.” he murmured out as you continued walking. you went over to a tree whose leaves leaned forward just a bit, providing some shade. you sat down under it, patting the ground next to you.

this was his sort of paradise. the cool breezes, the quiet atmosphere, the world seemingly frozen as you two sat so close that one movement would have your arms brushing together.

he made that one movement.

you gave him a glance before seemingly staring at the sky. “look up in the branches of the tree.”

he did so without a word, his eyes zeroing in at the singular, small irregularity amongst the greenery of the tree.

mistletoe.

a light blush spread across his face, his eyes widening as they faced yours, which were already staring at him. he forced his expression to go back to being as neutral as he could manage, before cupping your face with one hand and bringing you in for a kiss.

needless to say, kaeya was a good matchmaker.

the holidays have always been a heartwarming time with ajax’s family, not to mention that ever since you joined him, he waits twice as excitedly to see them again.

he loves the domestication of you with his younger siblings, his parents, him; in a warm house with snowflakes floating down amongst the scenic landscape outside and everyone inside away from the troubles of the world. all his loved ones, together, in one place, safe.

taking your hands and spinning you around, he lets go of one to hold your hand as you both sprint to the house ahead. you love how his eyes shine as he knocks on the door, his younger siblings tackling him and squeezing you tightly to the ground with his parents reprimanding them and herding them back inside.

you’re grateful for the warmth of the house as you shed off your winter gear and help ajax get off his as his siblings spout off with questions for him that they couldn’t fit in the letters sent back and forth between them.

at one point, they bring their big brother in to whisper something in hushed voices. ajax chuckles as they scurry off, shaking his head and smiling brightly at you. he almost seems like a kid again, the way his smile reaches far and he looks like he can’t get any happier.

you see teucer poke his head out from behind a wall and beckon ajax over. he goes over, but not without a glance to you showing off the mischievous glint in his eyes.

you wait in anticipation with a smile as you hear everyone with him giggle and push him out with a newly acquired headpiece, a headband with a string attached to a mistletoe.

a few seconds go by with your laughter before ajax teasingly says, “so, are you going to come over here, or?”

you be sure to give a thumbs up to his siblings before tackling him in a hug and bringing him in close for a smooch or two.

“stay still,” you softly chided, “i’m not going to be able to get all this sand out if you don’t.”

“sorry.” cyno replied, glancing back at the ceiling. of all methods…

this was purely tighnari and collei’s doing. they’re the only ones who know cyno’s preferred place to sit as you “help get the bits of persistent sand in his hair” even though he knows that he can do it himself.

when had they placed that there?

cyno quietly sighed as you finished with the ends of his strands, carefully taking off your gloves and putting down your brush on the towels beneath you both.

“alright, then— good night, cyno.” you say as you get up, although hesitant. you wanted to spend more time with him, but with his narrow schedule, you don’t mind putting his rest before your own desires. you wait for him to stand and get off the towels, which he does, before cradling them in a way so that the sand on top of them won’t spill. you give a small “bye, sleep well,” before turning to leave.

you feel his coarse fingers delicately wrap around your upper arm, a gasp leaving your lips as he pulled you back with a force that you’d be able to escape from if you wanted to.

“cy—”

“look up.”

you do as told.

as soon as your eyes meet the red and green symbol, you feel the same fingers that pulled you to him hold your chin, bringing your focus to him.

he speaks through the meeting of your eyes, and you allow him with a response of your lips against his.

he separates after a bit before diving back in. after such a small taste of paradise, he can’t help but want more.

of course someone put a mistletoe above the doorway of the tavern. and of course he didn’t remove it incase you came by today. and of course kaeya teased him for it.

no matter how annoying, he’d go through it if it meant you’d come to him at the end of the day.

and that you did.

you rushed past the door in excitement to tell him about your hectic, but interesting, day as diluc ignored the knowing stare he got from the calvary captain.

with a small smile, you two stayed talking until midnight, when diluc finished cleaning and closed up the tavern.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, ‘luc.” you smile, as he does the same despite his diminishing hope at being able to kiss you under the protruding plant that you two were still standing under.

just as he came to the conclusion that he’d have to be the one who’d initiate the kiss, you leaned in close to place a kiss on the corner of his lips. “you’re obvious when you want something, you know that?”

he chuckled a bit after he recovered. “you just know me well.”

he put a hand on the side of your face and pulled you in again.

“your office is so… bland. for someone like you, i expected at least some interesting decorations especially during this season.”

“‘for someone like you’?” kaeya rose an eyebrow, eyeing the box you set on his desk. “and furthermore, i haven’t had the time to decorate for the season! i’m always busy with work or spending time with you.”

“or at the tavern,” you pointed out, taking items and sorting them out across the floor from the box. “hmm, red or blue?”

“both. and what if i was just waiting for you to come in and help me since we both did a pretty good job last year?” it wasn’t a total lie. he was waiting for you, but only to be able to spend more time together.

“straight line or dips? then i think that’d be a lie,” you countered, “after all, your office was as brightly adorned as the outside all those years back before i came in to help.”

“on the walls? straight would be easier. dips would look good on the desk, though.” kaeya said as he adjusted some of the ribbons he fluffed out. “i like your company.”

a smile creased your features as you stayed quiet at the thought for a few seconds before replying with a “i like yours, too.”

eventually, you both stepped back to revel the sight. you sipped the last bits of the now lukewarm drink kaeya brought for you earlier. you remembered the way your fingers brushed against each other and the small spark that you hoped he shared.

you felt him brush a piece of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

when did he get so close?

he tilted your head up to the ceiling, your heart beating fast and resounding in your ears.

and then he kissed you, soft and delicately.

amidst the glowing lights and cheery decor, nothing could’ve matched the high spirits you and kaeya were feeling right then and there.

kazuha's observant. he always has been. so he’ll always know when you’re not giving yourself as much love as you should be. case in point…

“i know that i am not the most perfected in this art…” says the guy who can make cussing sound flowery and sweet sounding, “but i made this small book for you. it’s full of haikus and other forms of poetry containing everything i find attractive about you.”

you take the quite hefty book full of papers and some apparent trinkets sticking out of some of the pages (like flowers that remind him of you and such) with care. its title is (y/n), my muse and eternity.

you can’t seem to find your words. “kazuha… this is…”

he smiles at how happy you look.

he knows that insecurities are far from that of the like of small insects and the such, in which you can just kill them with a little flick or small press of a youth’s finger.

insecurities are plagues, brought from hell itself to block out what objectivity sees.

he knows that his words won’t be enough to quell your troubles permanently, but he’ll damn well try just to see that smile and see you free from what’s trapping you in that moment.

he flips the pages to the end where papers face you devoid of ink. he gestures above, where a small plant glistens amidst the dull space where you two are seated. you swear that wasn’t there when you walked in.

you feel him slowly trace your arm, as if asking permission to pull you closer. you lace your fingers together, relishing in the warmth of his presence as you let yourself come closer.

his lips meet yours, soft as his appearance but as passionate as his dreams and ambitions.

and when you two come apart, he takes ink and a quill from a nearby table and fills in the blank page with new words, swiftly getting the mistletoe from above to tuck into the pages like a bookmark.

lips—

with the snow falling

in the slumber of the world

Heaven-sent are they

with warmth to my days

with feelings of home in you

paradise is found

“a private show right now?” you softly laugh.

“exactly! and you’re in for a treat today— i picked up a book per someone’s recommendation about the significance of different flowers and their meanings! and i will incorporate that in the trick i’m about to show you!” he spouted excitedly, bowing in front of you as he usually does before a performance.

“well then, let’s see what you’ve got for me today that’s different than all the other shows you’ve already shown me!” you say, sitting in the chair he prepared ahead of time.

he smiles. taking his hat off again, he swirls his fingers over the opening.

“oh, it seems there’s something stuck; give me a second…” and with a yank, out he pulls a bouquet of rainbow roses. he offers them to you with a warm grin.

you take it with wide eyes, holding it close to you as you relish in how your fingers brushed against his and the remembrance of the meaning of these flowers.

taking advantage of the proximity, lyney brushes back a piece of your hair, reaching behind your ear and pulling out a piece of mistletoe with small buds blossoming on the branches.

you feel your face become unbearably hot.

he leans in to whisper. “this part isn’t a trick, by the way… these flowers represent my feelings rather well, i think. do you accept them?”

you can feel your heart pounding as you nod, his lips reaching yours as soon as you do. it’s passionate, just as the flowers represent.

once you both pull back, he says, “how do you rate your performance?”

“i’ll rate it ten out of ten if you kiss me again.”

he does. 10/10!!

what a stupid touchy feeling tradition. absolutely stupid. absolutely not worth his time setting up just because of your stupid romantic fantasies.

well, i guess that makes him stupid, then.

if all goes wrong, he has at least five back-up plans ready. so there’s nothing to lose, right?

except maybe possibly hopefully the norm of friendship you two have changing into something more.

but, he knows that if his hopes are set too high, they can come crashing down more hurtful than falling from a fifty-story skyscraper.

so he settles for stomping out his icky hopes and dreams for this encounter in favor of not going insane. at most, you were probably going to just peck him on the cheek as a ‘friendly gesture’. or slap him altogether.

it was still a good ten minutes or so before your designated meeting time, so he closed his eyes and waited beneath one of the shady areas of the forest hangout you both discussed on, listening for the sound of your footsteps. to his mild surprise, he heard them coming just a few minutes later.

you emerged from the trees, your eyes widening a bit before smiling to seemingly cover it up. “scara’! sorry, did i make you wait for long?”

he shook his head, eyeing the basket you were holding before meeting your gaze. “you’re fine. i just arrived.” which was a lie, he came extra early to prepare.

“that’s good to hear. i met with the traveler a few days ago, and he taught me a few new recipes. i was wondering if you’d like to try them out?” you say, taking a small picnic blanket out. scaramouche offered to take it as he spread it out under the tree he was leaning against.

“sounds good, your cooking’s always something i look forward to.” he replied, throwing that compliment in for good measure.

you laugh softly, opening the basket and setting out the dishes. he can’t help but notice a certain small plant in there as well for a brief second before it’s gone, covered by a few napkins shifting around as you arrange the food and utensils.

ah. well…

he stops you momentarily, gently moving your hands off the basket as he brings it closer to himself, knelt down as he rummages through it and pulls out the small piece of mistletoe inside.

you’re quick to talk. “oh, that’s… that’s just a lucky charm i carry around. i… a friendsaidthat it’s supposed to bring good luck! and fortune! and i brought it to ensure that you wouldn’t uh—get food poisoning or something, y’know? or so that i won’—!”

you’re startled by scaramouche pulling you to your feet, a smirk on his face as his hands trail up to your face. his thumbs trace the sides of it as he says, “if you look up, i’m sure you’ll find something very confidence-boosting.”

you do.

he slowly leans in, like he’s seen other couples do. and he swears you’re something else and that something zapped his lips and spread through the rest of his body, because the moment your lips met it felt as if a small electrocution was taking place in each part of his being.

it’s almost so overwhelming that he also swears that he can feel his own heartbeat in there. what did you do?

a small paradise of his own, and he plans on never losing it.

(also something ate a portion your food— it wasn’t you or scaramouche— but hey, at least that means that he can spend time with you cooking that same dish again!)

sleeping out in the forest can be difficult, but for people like tighnari, you just get used to it.

however, that’s not the case this time around with the only sound that his ears seem to be registering being the sounds of you outside your tent, sitting on a stump, writing in your plant/personal(? he thinks?) journal, and very much awake after he told you to rest up for tomorrow.

he sighs, getting up. he’s not letting you do this.

you immediately turn your head to the sound of him exiting his tent, knowing you’re in for an earful about taking proper care of yourself. you know he cares, but at least wait until you’re finished writing these last few words…

“i told you at least an hour ago to head to sleep. you’ll need the energy for tomorrow.” he walks closer, ending in front of you with a hand on his hip, which he drops as soon as you look up at him.

“i know, but…”

“you can fill in whatever you want to fill in tomorrow. come on.” he gently ushers you to your feet, taking your hand and confiscating your notebook.

“tighn—!”

“i’ll give it back tomorrow. i don’t trust you not to write in it in your tent.” he leaves no room for complaint, evading all your attempts in retrieving the book until you eventually give up with a more than devastated look.

you reluctantly lie down, tighnari watching you till you put your covers over yourself.

“good night, (y/n),” he gives a small smile, “tell me if anything nearby irritates your senses. i won’t mind being waken up for that.”

and with that, he leaves.

he spares a glance at the notebook in his hand, still open to the page you were writing on. he had no intentions of reading it, but when your name’s written down in someone’s time, you’re bound to be curious why.

𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘦

𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

— 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥…

you’ve certainly done your research. after swiftly skimming through that portion…

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

— 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵: 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵

that’s where it ends. in the book, a small mistletoe plant is nestled in between the pages. tighnari can feel his face heat and his tail jerking around excitedly behind him, prompting him to take a deep breath to calm down. it’s no use, really.

you like him?

he can’t help the smile that flutters up, taking the plant out and dropping off your notebook in his tent.

he goes over to yours, knocking his foot against the rocks outside as a sort of doorbell. he knows you’re awake.

meanwhile, you’re panicking and on the verge of running out and taking your chances in the dangers of the forest in the dark. you hear his knocking.

“you read it.” you manage from behind the curtain like doors. “i’m sor—”

“may i come in?”

he hears you inhale deeply. hesitant footsteps make their way over, opening the entrance to him.

immediately, he takes your hand. lifting his other arm, the mistletoe he has a hold of dangles above you both.

“i would,” is all he says before his lips press against yours.

both of your worlds spin, and every other noise in the avidya forest blurs away.

when you separate, he’s the first to speak with rosy cheeks decorating his features.

“mistletoe is also categorized as a parasitic plant, meaning it depends on other plants to survive by drawing nutrients from them. be sure to add that to your journal.”

“tighnari.”

he kisses you again in apology.

“your knuckles are all bruised again…” you mutter, taking his hands into your own. you brush your thumbs over the especially calloused areas.

“it’s really no big deal…” he murmurs, thinking you to be sweet for caring so heavily about him.

you get your bandages out. “are there any other places that are injured that i should know about?”

he shakes his head no, but then answers verbally realizing that with your eyes focusing on his hands, you probably didn’t see.

a couple minutes later and you’re done, a lot sooner than wriothesley would’ve wanted.

“flex your fingers.” he does so. you take the hand you just bandaged to fix one loose end. “i think that’s it…”

he subconsciously holds your hand in his. as per tradition— a sort of inside joke between you two— you bring his fingers to your lips and kiss his bandaged knuckles with a smile.

when you do the same to the other hand, he chuckles. you look at his head tilted upwards, looking up at the ceiling. you trail up as well, your eyes widening for a moment.

“it looks like sigewinne must’ve slipped in and done some decorating for me. we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

you recall her words from a few days ago to you. “well, if you don’t make a move soon, don’t be surprised when i intervene.”

you meet his eyes. he looks… bashful? embarrassed?

you gather up your confidence before it evaporates and move up to kiss him.

He stiffens before melting into the kiss, bringing you closer with the hand not holding yours on the small of your back and the other intertwining your fingers.

he chased your lips after you separated, and well; you both didn’t leave his office for a bit.

you definitely made sure to hug and give sigewinne a new sticker sheet afterwards.

you thought up the idea a while back, but never acted on it. xiao was… well, xiao. you simply didn’t think he’d like it, especially if he didn’t like you in that way. that’d just be awkward.

so you never did it, until one day after you consulted zhongli.

“it seems he does feel the same way, after all the talks we’ve shared of the topic being you, to whom he speaks very highly of.”

you smile at the thought now as you sit beside xiao, explaining the topic of mistletoe, which apparently he overheard from some people walking past that he wanted to learn about. what he heard you don’t know, so you prompt to start from the very beginning from its origins all the way to its tradition.

he stays quiet with a few questions throughout your speech, seemingly deep in thought.

you think that’s a good sign.

when you’re done, you look at him only to find him already staring at you.

“would you want to do that with me?”

your eyes widen at the sudden sentence before you throw out a response. “yes, i would.”

“i’ll be right back.” and before you can say anything, he vanishes. he comes back a few minutes later with something in his hand. a small mistletoe.

you stand up to his level, eyeing the blush beginning to spread across his face.

you smile serenely, taking his hand holding the plant and raising it above your heads. you then take the lead and lean in to kiss him.

in all of his years of being alive, xiao thinks he’s never felt so… actually alive. it’s always like that around you. you take him away from the automatic responses he gives and seemingly endless monotony that is slaying monsters and the sort. you give him some sort of essence he can’t describe that he’s been lacking all these years, decades, centuries, millenniums.

he loves you so dearly.

and when you separate, he finds himself seeking more, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

it’s his sort of reward for suffering for so long without this, he supposes.

“it’s rather late,” zhongli glanced over at the night sky, “shall we get going?”

you nod. “thanks for accompanying me today; though, i still feel guilty for taking up your time…”

he gives you a reassuring smile. “it is of no concern. i was not particularly busy, and any time spent with you is never wasted.”

you smile back. “you flatter me too much.”

“it is not as if you do not deserve it.” he responds. you can’t help but widen your smile. he continues speaking. “you’re staying over at the baiju guesthouse for now until your renovations are completed, correct?”

“i am! it’s been pleasant so far, and the decorations adorning the building for the season are definitely a sight to wake up to!”

a good amount of talking later, and finally at around midnight, you both arrive.

“i’m afraid i now must apologize for taking up your time, you ought to rest for tomorrow. shall we meet up soon?” his expression is soothing, but if you look a little deeper, a small glint in his eyes shows a bit of hopefulness and something else.

“of course, and…” you trail off, glancing up at the archway you two are standing under in front of the guesthouse. “happy holidays, zhongli.”

you quickly kiss him on the cheek before hurrying away, leaving a stunned zhongli in your wake, hand to the place where you kissed him, seemingly in awe.

he says your name delicately, like a sacred word meant to be worshipped. you stop your hand on the door, turning your head over to see him reach for your hands and spinning you around.

a small intake of air leaves you as he walks you both back under the mistletoe above that you spotted earlier. he then leans in close.

“may i?”

and you close the distance.

happy holidays indeed.

©️kazusys — 24/12/24; do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, and/or claim any of my works as your own.

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cameronsbabydoll · 29 days ago

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BEFORE YOU NOTICED — CHAPTER EIGHT

WARNINGS — terminal illness, death, grief, blood, miscarriage, emotional abandonment, it’s very very sad!! also probably one of the best fics i’ve written

you wake with a lightness you haven’t felt in months, like your body’s decided to let go of the weight it’s carried—the blood, the pain, the ache of being unseen. the morning’s soft, sunlight spilling through the glass walls, warm and golden, like it’s promising something you can’t name. your breath’s shallow, a quiet sip of air, and your hands tremble, coral nails chipped to nothing, the color rafe loved when you were his to notice. you don’t mind the shaking anymore. it’s part of you now, like the cough, like the blood, like the love you gave to a man who’s only just learning your name.

you sit up, slow, the bed creaking under you, and catch your reflection in the mirror across the room. you’re pale, hollowed out, but there’s a calm in your eyes, like you’ve made peace with the fading. rafe’s asleep in the chair by the bed, his head tilted back, his hands loose, a book of poems open on his lap. he’s been there all night, like he has for days, bringing tea you can’t drink, reading words you barely hear, trying to love you now that you’re slipping away. you don’t wake him. you don’t have the heart to see his eyes, red and raw, begging for time you can’t give.

you stand, your legs unsteady, like they’re learning to walk again, and move to the closet. the silk robe’s there, folded neat, its tag dangling like a reminder of all the times you wore it for him, hoping he’d look. you slip it on, the fabric cool against your skin, soft as a whisper, and tie it loose, the tag brushing your wrist. it’s not for him today. it’s for you, for the garden, for the last day you’ll feel the sun. you don’t cough, not yet, but you feel it waiting, a shadow in your chest, patient, like it knows you’re almost done.

you walk downstairs, your bare feet quiet on the marble, the mansion too big, too empty, its glass walls reflecting a life you don’t fit in anymore. the swan-shaped perfume bottles sit on the hall table, dusty, their glass necks catching the light. you don’t touch them. you think of the letters, locked in the safe, the ones you wrote for rafe, for lily, for the woman who might come after. you think of the baby shoes, hidden in the box labeled winter coats, blue as the forget-me-nots you planted when you still believed in tomorrows. you think of henry, the chauffeur, his voice soft: you carry too much alone. you smile, faint, because you’re not alone today, not with the garden waiting, not with the sun calling you home.

the garden’s outside, tucked against the glass, a small rebellion against the mansion’s cold lines. the lilies are gone, their stems brittle, but a few forget-me-nots cling to life, their blue petals trembling in the breeze. you kneel, the dirt soft under your knees, the robe pooling around you like water. you’ve brought a single flower, a lily bulb you saved from last spring, when you lost her, when you named her lily and buried your grief in a box. you dig with your hands, the soil cool, forgiving, and plant it deep, patting the earth like you’re tucking it in. “grow,” you whisper, your voice barely there, “even if i’m not here to see.”

you sit back, your breath short, and feel the sun on your face, warm, like a hand you’ve missed. you cough, soft, into the robe’s sleeve, and see the blood, a faint smear, like a petal crushed. you don’t hide it. you let it stay, a mark of the life you’ve lived, the pain you’ve carried. you think of rafe, upstairs, reading poems he thinks you love, trying to remember the woman he didn’t see. you think of the voicemail, stage four, the moment his world stopped, when yours had already crumbled. you think of lily, the flutter you felt, the shoes you hid, the secret you kept because he wasn’t there.

you pull a small notebook from the robe’s pocket, a pen tucked inside, and write one last letter, your hand shaky, the ink smudging where your fingers falter. you forget words sometimes, but not today, not now, when the sun’s warm and the garden’s quiet.

rafe,

this is the last one. i’m in the garden, with the lilies and the forget-me-nots, and the sun’s on my face, and i’m not scared anymore. i wish i could’ve told you sooner, about the blood, about lily, about the way i loved you even when you didn’t look. i don’t blame you. you were chasing something, and i was trying to be enough. i wasn’t. that’s okay. i planted a lily today, for her, for me, for the us we might’ve been. it’s in the garden, by the bench. water it sometimes, if you can. the robe’s on me now, the one you bought, and it’s soft, like i always wanted to be for you. don’t be sad too long. find someone who makes you laugh, who wears the swan perfume, who fills the house with noise. i loved you, rafe, through the blood, through the silence, through the end. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. it would’ve hurt too much.

yours, me

you tear the page out, fold it small, and tuck it into the robe’s pocket, with a pressed forget-me-not from the garden, its petals fragile but whole. you’ll leave it for him, somewhere he’ll find it, maybe on the bench, maybe in the safe with the others. you don’t know if he’ll read it, if he’ll cry, if he’ll plant the lily like you asked. you hope he will, but you’re too tired to hope for long.

you lie down, the grass cool beneath you, the sun warm above, and stretch out, the robe spread like wings. the earth’s soft, like it’s holding you, and you close your eyes, your breath slow, like a tide going out. you think of the apartment, years ago, when rafe kissed your mouth, when love was a song you both knew. you think of lily, the shoes, the box, the name you gave her in the dark. you think of the letters, the safe, the future wife you wrote to, the one who might make him see. you think of henry, his words, you carry too much alone, and feel lighter, like you’ve set it down, like the garden’s carrying it now.

you don’t say goodbye. you don’t call for rafe, don’t wake him, don’t leave a note by the bed. it would hurt too much, to see his eyes, to hear his voice break, to know he’s finally looking when you’re already gone. you let the sun wrap you, the breeze sing you soft, the earth hold you close. you cough, once, faint, and feel the blood, warm on your lips, but you don’t wipe it away. it’s part of you, like the robe, like the lily, like the love you gave.

you drift, your heart a quiet hum, your breath a whisper. you see the garden in your mind, blooming, lilies and forget-me-nots bright under a sky you can’t reach. you see rafe, reading your letter, planting the flower, learning to live with your absence. you see lily, a flicker of light, waiting somewhere you’re going. you smile, real, not the one you practiced, and let go, the sun warm, the earth soft, the world fading like a dream. you fall asleep, for the last time, and don’t wake up.

rafe finds you later, when the sun’s lower, when the garden’s quiet. he calls your name, soft, then louder, his voice breaking when he sees you, still, the robe bright, the blood on your lips. he kneels, his hands shaking, and touches your face, cold now, like the glass walls he built. he finds the letter, the flower, and reads it, his tears falling on the page, smudging the ink you left. he sits there, holding you, until the stars come out, and the garden holds you both, one last time.

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gremlingottoosilly · 9 months ago

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König who immediately sets his sights on his younger brother’s crush/girlfriend. He’s offering “advice” but really just wants to snatch you from right underneath his nose.

Honestly, it's on his dumb little brother. Only an idiot like him would think that asking Konig, the socially inept war criminal with a body count going in hundreds of dead people, would have good advice about relationships. His last girlfriend left the country, and probably the continent deleted all of her social media and decided to live among giant spiders. Konig didn't have a serious relationship in years, mostly just yearning for some social media models and pin-up girls. Then he sees his brother's cute little friend, and all hell breaks loose. The advice in terms of bringing the girl to their apartment - acting like she will be impressed with his brother's matress on the floor and action figure collection. Konig made sure to buy a bedframe a week earlier, as if it's not his gun collection littering the walls. Asks his bro to act like an alpha, like he is already sure the girl is in love with him and needs a big, strong guy to take care of her. You're disgusted, of course, and you sit on their grimy - Konig did clean up and even called a maid, but still - kitchen, drinking their tea while his brother was pouting in his room, not sure what he did wrong. You're timid, sheepish, quiet in front of him. Konig is too much of one man, and he puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. Patting your head and gently pressing his fingers on your exposed skin. You're so sad over your friend being a dick, you don't even mind his brother. Konig is...nice, in comparison. Kind of cool-looking, with all the scars and muscles. Doesn't flaunt his income, but asks if you want him to call an uber, and you see his fingers trailing over to Business class. He gives you a candy bar - your favorite, you notice - and asks if, maybe, you want him to drive you home instead of a taxi. Konig was never this smooth his entire life - and maybe you're just distressed enough to ignore his staring and a slight tremble in his fingers - god, how much he wants to squeeze you until you sing for him. Perhaps, you just want a good guy, a normal guy, to hug you and don't try to squeeze your ass in the process. Konig wouldn't promise not putting a hand on the low of your back when he walks you to your door, but he is just awkward enough to make him seem cute. Harmless. He asked if you wanted to come next time, just to see him. You say yes. Konig thinks it's time to shop for rings.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod

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halovians · 1 year ago

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pspspsp,,, do you perhaps have a spare boothill thought or two ,, sfw or nsfw,,,

i most certainly do have a few spare boothill thoughts! mostly nsfw ( ¬‿¬) walk with me nonnie… heheheh this got a wee bit too out of hand and i dropped WAY more than a few thoughts (and i am also tipsy, so i apologize in advance if something doesn't make sense) regardless, i hope u rlly like this :3

cw. assorted boothill x f!reader thoughts, manhandling, biting, improper use of a lasso (bondage!), mentions of overstim, lack of stamina is a foreign concept to boothill, talk of cyborg dick and artificial cum, creampies. not proofread in the slightest if there are typos no there's not

𓆩♡𓆪 the thing about boothill is how unafraid he is of manhandling you. while he's aware that humans are much more fragile than he, he knows your limits like the back of his hand and he knows what you can handle. you can take him like a big girl, can't you?

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll fold you in half, put you in all sorts of positions, toss you over his shoulder and pat your plush ass with a smug laugh. if you decide you want to ride him and get all tuckered out, thighs burning, the moment you're whining and babbling for his help he's already on it. big hands envelop your waist as he moves you to his whims.

𓆩♡𓆪 boothill likes to see you pleasure-drunk, entirely fucked out by the time he's done with you. he can go for as long as you need, baby; you just have to say the word. he can eat you out for hours, fuck you for double that, and still have enough energy to take care of you afterwards.

𓆩♡𓆪 cyborg sex has the potential to really get freaky tbh... he's definitely had chats with you about different 'attachments...' whatever you're into. he's definitely figured out which size makes you cum the most, and will indulge your every whim—especially when you shyly ask him "baby... can we go bigger?" (if he still had a human body, his dick would be rock fucking hard right now.) he's definitely looked into vibrating attachments. great heavens.

𓆩♡𓆪 SPEAKING OF attachments he's looked into: boothill has definitely found a way to creampie you. the tipping point for him deep diving into this was when you were just whinin' so pretty for him, begging for more, and you had let it slip that you wished so bad for him to be able to cum into you. lo and behold, he finds a solution and he surprises you by cumming deep in your aching cunt one night. the two of you definitely make a mess of your bedsheets by the end of the day (and you probably had the most earth-shattering orgasms you've ever had in your life).

𓆩♡𓆪 the day you finally asked him what his teeth would feel like, boothill's grinning like a maniac. he won't bite so hard that it hurts too much, but he knows how much you like the power he holds over you. sharp teeth sink into flesh, followed by a hot tongue that laves over the mark adoringly.

𓆩♡𓆪 another day he indulged you... there was one time he noticed you eyeing the lasso that hangs at his hips. he smiles wolfishly at you and asks, "like what you see, darlin'?" he's surprised when you shyly nod your head and look up at him with sweet doe eyes and asks if maybe... he'd consider using it in the bedroom?

𓆩♡𓆪 and oh, he did. he considered it maybe a little too hard (he jerked himself off far too many times that day). when the time came for him to use it on you, he was fiending. he ties your wrists to the bedposts and just goes to town, treating your cute body like a pretty little cum dump. he's definitely a big fan. especially when you can't run away from all the pleasure he wants to give you <3

𓆩♡𓆪 he doesn't look it, but i think he provides good aftercare. he knows how fragile the human body is firsthand: that's why he's a cyborg now. he'll take care of you. without fail, every time he's done with you, you're practically a puddle, exhausted and jelly-boned, and boothill is scooping you up into his metal arms. and yet despite the cool metal pressing against your flesh, you feel warm. maybe it's just the love pouring out of his every action, the way he treats your body with absolute reverence and adoration as he cleans you up and gets you ready for some rest.

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

#☆ oakie writes #boothill smut #boothill x reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #star rail x reader #star rail smut #oakie answers #anon <3

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piroulinewafers · 3 months ago

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𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: mechanic! caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: caleb hates her car— the dents, the rust, the constant need for repairs— but he loves that it always brings her back to him. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the morning sun hadn’t fully climbed over the rooftops when the unmistakable sputter of her car chugged its way into the lot behind caleb’s garage. it coughed once— loudly— then shuddered to a stop with a sad little wheeze that echoed across the quiet street. she winced, gently patting the dashboard like an apology.

she hoisted herself out of the driver’s seat and closing the creaky door with more care than it deserved considering the amount of near fatal accidents the hunk of metal had gotten her into.

caleb looked up from where he was flat on his back beneath the lifted frame of a vintage pickup. the summer heat had done little to cool his workshop-stained clothe, his coveralls were rolled down on his waist, thick blue fabric stained and oil-splattered, tied in a knot around his hips. his sweat-dampened t-shirt clung to his chest like a vice and broad arms, glistening with the sheen of sweat, flexed as he sat up to give her his full, undivided attention. as always, his treasured dog tags remained around his neck, an unspoken good luck charm, clinking softly as he sat up on the creeper.

caleb simply grinned when he saw her. the same grin he’d had since they were kids, when he used to dare her to eat worms or race her to the pond at the edge of town. except now, the grin came with the added charm of a sharp jaw, broad shoulders and arms that looked carved from marble, carved in smudges of car grease instead of fine polish.

she couldn’t help but find herself staring for a moment before snapping herself out of it. oh. right. the car.

“well, well,” he drawled, standing up and wiping his hands on a used rag that probably hadn’t been clean in a while. “look what the cat dragged in, my favorite hunk of junk.”

“i-it’s not a hunk of junk,” she mumble defensively. she shifted awkwardly, glancing back at her car. “so… do you think you could take a look? it started making a new noise. kinda like a… whimper? or maybe a dying dog.”

caleb laughed and headed towards the car, tossing the rag over his shoulder. “sounds serious, let’s have a look, hm?”

she trailed after him, hands in the pockets of her pants as she watched him work. she quietly marvelled at the ease in his movements, the way his muscles flexed under the grime as he circled her car, eyeing it intensely.

“alright sweetheart,” caleb drawled, crouching down beside the front of the car. “pop the hood for me, would ya?”

practically tripping over herself, doing as he asked as he rolled beneath the car on the creeper, tools clanking as he worked. she wasn’t sure what she expected, but the sight of him so focused— brows furrowed, lips slightly parted as he muttered something under his breath— was oddly mesmerizing.

“looks like your alternator’s strugglin’ again,” he called out from underneath the car. “and i’m guessin’ you ignored my advice last time about replacin’ this belt, huh?”

she shifted on her feet. “i mean… i thought maybe it just needed a little encouragement.” it came out as more of a question than a statement if anything at all.

caleb rolled out from under the car, an exasperated look on his face. “cars don’t just run on hope.” he shook his head, amused, before sitting up and wiping swear from his forehead. “you’re lucky i like ya. otherwise, i’d be lettin’ you deal with this mess yourself.”

the mechanic stretched, almost purposefully in front of her, before turning his attention to the open hood.

“your oil is looking dark and gritty too. that means its not circulating properly and that can cause all sorts of trouble for your engine,” he explained, glancing over at her. “no wonder this hunk of metal sounds like it’s on its last legs.”

she leaned in awkwardly, trying to get a better look at what he was referring to. “o-oh, so that’s not good?”

caleb simply grinned. “no, baby, that’s not good at all. but don’t you worry, i’ll get this thing runnin’ like a dream again in no time.”

“so… you can fix it?”

“‘course i can. i can fix anythin’.” he leaned in a little closer. of course, he wouldn’t properly fix the things, only do enough to ensure she was safe on the road but not enough that she wouldn’t need his help anymore. he liked having her come running to him all teary eyed with her car troubles so he could swoop in and fix them for her.

“but i charge extra if the customer looks at me with those big, dumb eyes and doesn’t even pretend to know what i’m talkin’ about.”

immediately, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. “i’m trying to learn, caleb…”

the man simply chuckled, reaching for a wrench. “then here’s lesson one: why don’t you make yourself useful and get hand me the torque wrench.”

she blinked, dumbly. “which one is that?”

“you’re a big girl, i’m sure you can figure it out, right?”

flustered, she moved to the tray, picking up a tool and holding it out hesitantly. “this one, caleb?”

he took it from her, brushing her fingers in the process. “close enough.” her shy attempts at comprehension were beyond adorable to him.

caleb could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his touch, the softness of her hair as it brushed against his fingertips. there was a part of him that wanted to linger, to trail his fingers down the slope of her neck and across her shoulder, but he resisted the urge. for now, at least.

instead, he stepped back and grabbed a rag, wiping his hands thoroughly before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

caleb’s eyes flickered over, watching her fuss with the edge of her sleeve, flicking from the engine to him and back again. like she wanted to ask something but didn’t quite know how. caleb smirked, rag still in hand, and slowing rounded the open hood.

“you sure treat this car like it’s made of glass,” he drawled, voice low, teasing. ‘you sure you aren’t the one makin’ it whimper?”

her brows furrowed, and she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out, he was in front of her. close. closer than he should be. one step forward and she was pressed between the now closed hot hood and the firm press of his chest.

she blinked up at him, strartled but not pulling away. her breath caught, the warmth of the metal behind her meeting the heat of him in front of her, arms caging her as he rested his palms on either side of the hood. his grin was lazy, boyish, but his gaze razor-sharp.

“you know,” caleb murmured, dipping his head just enough for his nose to skim along her cheek. “for a car that rattles like a tin can, you sure get real protective of it.”

“i-its not that bad,” she whispered, voice hitching. her hands hovered uncertainly between them, fingers twitching as if deciding whether to push him away or pull him closer.

he chuckled, low in his throat. “sweetheart, i’ve seen shoppin’ carts with smoother steering than this thing. “then, softer, closer, “but i kinda like that you keep comin’ to me anyway.”

her lips parts, flustered, eyes wide.

“you said you liked her…” she mumbled, trying to sound accusatory.

“i like you,” he corrected, effortlessly, without shame or hesitation. “the car’s just a bonus.”

and then he kissed her.

it wasn’t rushed, he kissed her like he meant to fix all her broken parts, like he could find out everything she’d never said just by the way she tasted. his hand came up to cradle the side of her face, thumb brushing against his cheek as his other arm stayed firmly braced beside her on the hood. she leaned into him like she’d been waiting to fall.

when he finally pulled back, just a breath away, his grin had softened into something quieter, dangerous.

“you’re real cute when you try to talk shop with me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, before smearing their mixed saliva on her lips with the pad of his thumb.

“you always bring me the best kind of trouble, you know that?” he said, humming as his hands settled on either side of her thighs on the hood of her car.

caleb just smiled. “don’t look at me like that, baby,” he murmured, something sinful curling in the edges of his smirk. ‘you’re the one who came waltzin’ in here with those big eyes and that little voice beggin’ me to look under your hood.”

her breath hitched. “i— i didn’t mean it like that—“

“didn’t say you meant to,” he cut in gently, one hand brushing lightly along her bare thigh where her shirt was ridden up from the heat. the touch was barely there. “doesn’t change what i heard.”

she sucked in a sharp breath, her hand instinctively finding the hem of her shirt like a lifeline.

he noticed. of course he noticed.

“you always fidget when you get nervous,” he said, tone mock-thoughtful as his fingers toyed lazily with the edge of her skirt.

her cheeks flamed, eyes darting fro his lips to his eyes and back again, and oh, that only made him bolder.

he leaned in, brushing his mouth against the shell of her ear, like he had all the time in the world. “you know,” he murmured, “there’s something real sweet about you sitting here all shy, actin’ like you don’t know how pretty you look pressed up against my car.”

it wasn’t his car, of course, and yet he took ownership of it with his words so easily and she didn’t have it in her to refute him.

she couldn’t speak, her mouth opened and closed once, then again. useless. she was burning alive in broad daylight and all he did was smile like he was watching it happen for sport.

“if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” he warned, brushing the tip of his nose along her jaw, “i’m gonna start thinking you want something else fixed too,”

her hand shot out, pressing lightly— hesitantly— against his chest, like she meant to stop him, but the way her fingers curled into the fabric told a different story.

caleb stilled at the touch, his eyes meeting hers again. this time, his grin was gone, replaced by an intense, honest look.

“you can tell me if i’m pushing too hard,’ he said quietly, fingers ghosting along the outside of her knee. “i’ll back off. i will. you just gotta say it.”

she shook her head, quick and small. “you’re not— i don’t want you to back off.”

the words were barely a whisper, but they landed like thunder and they were all he needed.

his mouth was on hers again, hungrier this time. not rough, but deeper, fuller, like he wanted to know what it tasted like when he resolve cracked. one hand cradled the back of her neck, thumb stroking soft at the nape as he tilted her chin up just enough to kiss her better. the other slid along her side, slow and reverent, like he was mapping out places he’d memorize later.

she melted into him, fingers gripping his shirt like she was afraid he’d vanish.

caleb pressed closer, chest to chest, the edge of the hood biding gently at the backs of her thighs. the car groaned under their weight, and she made a startled sound that broke the kiss, but he only grinned.

“don’t worry,” he breathed out. “i reinforced the suspension last time you brought it in. guess i had a feelin’.”

she buried her face in his shoulder, mortified. he laughed, low and warm, wrapping his arms around her as if that would keep her from melting straight into the pavement from embarrassment.

he dipped back down to her lips, catching her in another kiss, this one messier. less patient. like her permission had flipped a switch in him and now he couldn’t be bothered to hold back anymore.

caleb’s fingers dragged up the hem of her shirt, palms slipping under the soft fabric to feel the curve of her waist and the warmth of her skin beneath his calloused hands.

she gasped, jolting when he tugged it up over her ribs, fingers fumbling as she tried to stop him.

“c-caleb— !” she whispered, voice high and panicked as her shirt bunched under her arms. “someone might see!” she lightly scolded, cheeks pink.

he paused, just long enough to murmur against her throat, “nobody’s gonna see, baby. this is my lot, my garage. don’t worry.”

“but my car— “

“forget the car,” he groaned, dragging the shirt over her head anyway, her arms caught awkwardly in the sleeves as he wrestled with it. “damn it, it’s like undressin’ a stubborn toddler— “

“i’m trying!” she let out, flushed all over as he finally get her shirt off and tossed it onto a nearby seat. “but if someone walks by and… and what if it makes noise again? you said it was on it’s last legs, caleb…”

he pulled back just enough to look at her, exasperated but grinning wide, chest heaving just a little.

“i don’t wanna hear about you talking about this stupid thing while i’m getting my hands on you, alright?”

he wiped his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of grease across his forehead. “here, hold this wrench for me, would ya?” he asked, pressing the cool metal into her palm, as she grasped it, he used the opportunity to hook his fingers into the waistband of his coveralls bunched around his waist and tug them down, exposing more of his tanned, muscular thighs till the fabric pooled around his ankles.

caleb easily plucked the wrench from her hands and dropped it back into the toolbox, the loud clatter causing her to scrunch her nose before his calloused fingers moved to burst against the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

“shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “no one’s going to hear us. i promise. you trust me, right?”

she clumsily nodded, sniffling softly as her hands moved to settle on his strong forearms, a shaky breath leaving her.

his fingers crept higher, hooking into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down with a swift tug, letting them drop to the ground and gently pinching her thigh to get her to step out of them.

“turn around for me, baby,” he commanded softly, his voice low and rough with desire. “let me see that pretty back of yours.”

almost in a trance, she allowed him to guide her, turning to face the hood of her car, gasping softly as caleb pressed against her and forced her to lean forward onto it.

caleb’s hands slid over the curve of her ass, squeezing the firm globes appreciatively. “aren’t you just the prettiest thing…” he groaned, leaning down to press a hot kiss to the nape of her neck. “i could just eat you up.”

she felt his hard cock pressed against her bare ass, the heat of him searing her skin as hr rolled his hips.

caleb’s breathing grew heavier as he positioned himself behind her, thick cock pressing against her ass. he wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow pumps before notching the swollen head at her entrance. the sensation of his hot flesh pressing against her sensitive fold made her gasp and squirm.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” caleb groaned. without warning, he spat crudely into his palm, slicking up his hard length with the makeshift lubricant.

the crude gesture had her huff in disapproval, her brows furrowing. “you’re so gross,” she whined, feeling a mix of embarrassment and reluctant excitement mixed with her faint disgust.

he just chuckled, amused by her cute display of discomfort. “what’s wrong now? getting shy on me?”

before she could respond, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside of her with one hard stroke. a loud cry of pleasure escaped her lips, only to be muffled by caleb’s quick thinking as he shoved two thick fingers into her mouth.

“shh, remember what you said about someone hearin’ us?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. his hips began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained before slamming back in, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts.

each snap of his hips rocked her forward, the hood of her car creaking softly beneath her with the force of his rough coupling. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as he fucked her hard and fast.

“you’re being so loud, baby,” he teased, his voice a low, lust-filled rasp. “someone’s going to hear you.”

to emphasize the point, he pressed his palm firmly against the palm of her back, forcing her to arch it, to lean forward until her breasts were flat against the car hood.

the new angle allow him to drive into her even deeper than before, thick cock kissing her cervix with each brutal thrust.

“fuck, you liked them, hm?”

her whimpers and moans only grew louder, more desperate, as he fucked her with wild abandon. in response, caleb shoved his fingers deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue until her mewls were muffled.

drool began to leak out around his thick fingers, words and moaned pleas coming out in garbled words and whines as her tongue feverishly worked against the digits, but caleb simply kept pressing down enough to keep her pleasured sounds quieted as best as he could.

caleb was relentless, hips never slowing their punishing pace. he could feel her body tensing, her cunt fluttering around his thick shaft as her climbx approached. he knew she was close, could sense her desperation to cum, to find release from the overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting upon her willing body.

“cum for me, baby,“ he growled, his voice a dark, seductive command. “cum all over my cock like a good girl, m’kay? you can do that for me, right?” his words were punctuated by a particularly hard thrust. and easily, she fell apart beneath him, hands attempting to cling to anything but unable too, hair shielding her face as he had her pressed against the hood.

her body shook as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of intense pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.

caleb groaned long and low as he felt her pussy clench and ripple around his shaft, her release triggering his own. with one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, cock pulsing and throbbing as he spilled his hot seed deep inside of her spasming walls.

finally spent, caleb slumped forward, his muscular chest pressing against her back and pinning her to the warm and now stick hood of her car.

the both of them were panting, chests heaving in attempt to catch their breath in the aftermath of their passionate coupling. he nuzzled in her neck, lips brushing against her swear-damp skin as he placed soft kisses along her nape.

“mm, that was incredible. you’re incredible.” caleb murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “i could just stay like this forever.”

she just let out a tired huff, almost pouty. “you’re squishing me, caleb.” she complained lightly. “i can barely breathe with you slumped on top of me like this.”

caleb just laughed, a deep rumbling godsend that vibrated through his chest and into hers. “sorry,” he chuckled, finally pulling away and relieving the pressure on her back. “i guess i got a little carried away there.”

as he sat up, she felt his softening length slip out of her, a gush of combined fluids leaking out and trickling down her inner thighs slowly. the sensation made her wrinkle her nose in distaste. caleb, noticing her discomfort, smirked wickedly at her.

“here, let me help you out,” he offered, his voice dripping with false innocence. before she could stop him, he reached down and smeared the lingering remains of his release along the insides of her thighs, marking her as his.

“caleb!” she yelped out, trying to bat his hands away as he purposefully smeared the excess on his cock on her sensitive skin. “stop that! it’s already all sticky and gross..”

he just laughed at her flustered reaction, grabbing her hands and hauling her upright with ease. “you’re so cute when you’re all disheveled and uncomfortable like this,” he teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

she pouted up at him, cheeks burning still as she extended her arm to reach for her shirt, knowing she couldn’t properly reach it and caleb would go get it for her. “you’re such a jerk,” she murmured, but there was no heat behind her words.

caleb wordlessly moved to get her shirt for her, pressing it easily into her hands. “but i’m your jerk, i hope.” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, warm and unhurried.

she huffed and tried to look unimpressed, even as her fingers curled into the hem of the shirt he’d never taken off like they didn’t want to let go.

“come on,” he said gently, brushing her hair from her face with a grease-smudged thumb. “let’s clean you up and get you somethin’ to drink. you look all tuckered out.”

she blinked up at him, flushed and fussy, still trying to tuck herself back into some semblance of composure. then, with a little breathless pout, she muttered under her breath, “and who’s fault is that?”

caleb froze for half a second before letting out a laugh, squeezing her closer as he wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing her to lean against him on her wobbly legs.

he didn’t need to say anything, he could see the flustered expression on her face at just the sound of his laughter, catching the faintest ghost of a smile she was trying to hide in her efforts to be ‘upset’ with him.

and god, did he love that— how easily she softened for him, even when she didn’t mean to. how her stubborn little protests melted under his touch.

if every busted belt and crooked alignment brought her back to him, again and again, then he hoped her car never ran right.

𝐚/𝐧: i've been trying to write this for at least 3 weeks but i just couldn't get from point a (whatever the fuck i was writing) to point b (where i wanted it to eventually lead). we'll see if i delete this later. mechanic caleb one day ill do u justice...

#caleb x reader #love and deepspace #caleb lads #caleb love and deepspace #caleb x mc #caleb x you #xia yizhou #caleb x fem reader #caleb x y/n #caleb smut #caleb x reader smut #lads smut #lads caleb #lads #cw smut

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777gojosgf · 11 months ago

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thinking about dad!gojo and you enjoying a nice day at the pool to cool down from the summer heat.

with your thirteen-month-old baby sitting on your lap, protected from the sun by a parasol while you applied sunscreen to his face, satoru continued glancing at the two of you with a mischievous grin, and you knew exactly what he was up to.

because you enjoyed swimming so much and went to the pool on a daily basis, you made it necessary for your baby to begin swimming lessons when he was five months old. despite the fact that your husband's face was filled with dread, you realised it was better to be cautious than sorry.

funnily enough, he was a natural at it.

“he definitely has it from you,” satoru had murmured as he was perplexed at the baby quickly getting to know how to come back to the surface without freaking out and you only smirked confidently.

satoru kissed your forehead before lifting him up from your lap and carrying him on his shoulders. your eyes widened and you stood up from the bed, opening your lips to interject, but he pouted at you, making you groan in frustration.

"let me put sunscreen on you first, toru." you said it in a tone that permitted no dispute, and he mocked you before you applied the SPF 50 sunscreen on his face, shoulders, chest, and back before patting him to indicate that you were finished. the white cast of sunscreen made you laugh at him, and he merely rolled his eyes before stealing another kiss as he walked down the pool with the thirteen-month-old still on his shoulders.

let’s be real, with that white hair and sensitive crystal eyes he would be the first out of anyone to get heavily sunburnt.

the laughter of your infant drew your attention, and you couldn't help but follow them down into the pool, sitting on the edge with your legs in the water. satoru was tall enough to stroll into the pool's deepest portions, but for safety, he stayed at the shorter ends to play with you and his child.

he smiled, and you just sighed admiringly, unable to believe that you had finally found your own loving family, and you had no idea what you had done to earn any of this.

but that train of thought quickly ended by feeling a splash on your face, the culprit being none other than your devoted husband. but a tiny splash was added on by his mini version and you only laughed. “oh you little—“ you started but satoru jokingly defended him, putting himself in front of the baby.

“no. take me! he has so many years to come—“ he started to defend him with his annoying smirk that made you want to kiss off his face. “i’m not going to hurt him, idiot.” you pleaded your case while crossing your arms but your gaze never leaving him or your child.

you wish you could capture this moment forever.

“what about me?” he asked.

“not too sure, might just… you know?”

“oh, yeah?” he drawled before getting hold of your leg and swiftly dragging you into the pool. you hadn’t realized before the pressure of the water suddenly made you aware to come back up to the surface, and once you did you could only hear his laugh echoing.

followed by the giggles of your child, as well.

“can’t believe the two of you are ganging up on me,” you said dramatically while squeezing the cheeks of your baby who only stared up at you adoringly.

“nah, we’re not.” he shrugged nonchalantly and you narrowed your eyes at him.

he then placed the infant on the pool's edge, floaties around his waist and both arms, and a cap to keep him out of the sun. after he grabbed you around the waist with a gleam in his eyes that caused you to raise your brows.

“how about we play a little game?”

“a game?”

he nodded, “yeah. let’s see who can stay underwater the longest.”

your brows wrinkled in uncertainty, and you looked at the thirteen-month-old, who was staring at the two of you in wonder. probably attempting to make out any words.

"fine," you agreed reluctantly before he counted down to three, and the two of you immediately pushed yourselves into the water, opened your eyes and staring at him. you weren’t sure if the chlorine in your eyes influenced your perception, but you swear he was smirking at you underwater. however, you didn't have time to register before he pulled you in and kissed you.

he then quickly brought the two of you to the surface, allowing you to gasp for air before pulling you back in two moments later.

it felt fantastic.

however, the moment was cut short when your son blurted out a simple "blegh".

it was quiet for a time before you looked back at satoru, and the two of you burst out laughing, to which your child just giggled.

you wish this summer would never end.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #gojo imagine #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo fluff

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sakumz · 6 months ago

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a/n : istg I didn't think I'd cry so early in the year, there goes my one month streak of not crying hjhj and when i cry IT WONT STOP anyways I wanted to write a new years fic but darn it! inspiration isn't hitting um anyways cw reader cries.

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[ l. lighter, a. harumasa, l. seth x gn reader ]

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when lighter decides to open up with you about his past at chesetopia, he wasn't expecting you to cry. was it too chessy? was it too early to tell you this? he thought you were ready since you were his long time lover or friend to lovers, well you were a long time friend of his to lovers.

um either way, he didn't want you beating around the bush about his past. sure idiots come up to him, wanting a fight and they bring up fragments of his past. when he looks back at you, you only tilt your head in confusion. not knowing what the idiot was sprouting.

he shoves the tissue box at your direction, offering to order you a pudding but you shake your head. calming your last tears as you finally look up at him. red teary eyes staring back at him.

" i-im sorry, " he falters at your face. you can't help but chuckle softly.

" no I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry over your past. it's just so sad that you lost everyone and- " you feel another wave of tears floating back at the thoughts of him being alone. he quickly walks over to sit next to you, patting your back in an attempt to comfort you.

was this like a sad show to you? he can't help but laugh a little. he didn't cry over his past self nor would he ever expect someone to cry over it for him.

" hey, it's fine really. I'm no longer alone you know, since I've got you and the sons of Calydon. " he smiles at you as you feel your face flush.

" yeah, you're right. I'm glad you're all safe and sound! please keep living happy, " you press a kiss to his cheek as a subtle blush grew but he quickly clears his throat to calm down any racing thoughts.

" I can easily live happy as long as you're around. "

---

another playful argument with harumasa. who would've thought this one would send the other one crying. you sniffle at your desk beside him, aggressively rubbing at your eyes. you excuse yourself but harumasa grabs your hand, yanking you back to your chair. you glare at him as he can't help but smile at the awkwardness.

" haru- asaba. " you said sternly, yanking your hand away.

" if you need to cry, just do it here. " he says so casually, making you rage. did he not care? it's embarrassing to be crying in an office. no less with the chief and deputy chief around.

" I really hate you! " you slam your hands on the desk, making a run to the toilet as yanagi voice fades in the background.

you've splash water multiple times on your face to cool and calm down. sure he probably didn't mean any words during the playful batter but it did strike your nerves when he called you the weakest fighter in all of H.A.N.D! he's the weakest person alive in H.A.ND!? you've work hard to keep up with everyone at section six, your efforts should be complimented and recognised, not thrown away so simply. wasn't it impressive to use a sniper or wield two swords? there's missions where you got to use your beloved sniper, to shoot the etereals and clear the path for your chief.

with one last huff, you decide to finally exit the washroom. your soft heel clicks come to a stop, when harumasa grabs you. pining you on the wall with both hands caging you.

you look away, a pout on your face as his gaze softens.

" I'm sorry. " he starts.

" you better be, " you step his toes as he winches but he doesn't move.

" you're not the weakest fighter in all of H.A.N.D and its pretty ironic hearing it from the weakest human alive, " he laughs as you glared at him to shut up and he quickly stops.

" I know you've worked hard and! it was really a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean anything I said and I'm really sorry it got to you. you're so talented and beautiful and I love you so much. break up with me if you don't believe a word I said. " he let's go of you and you pretend to think for a moment. it's too easy to let him get away with this. it did upset you heavily and he deserves to learn a lesson.

" alright let's break up, " you walk away, leaving him stunned for a moment before he's dashing behind you.

" protect me miyabi and yanagi! " you ran behind them. as harumasa stops to catch his breathe.

" is this one of your games? " yanagi asks as you shook your head.

" he won't leave me alone! " you whined as miyabi looks at the dishevelled harumasa.

" I say, you both should make up to this. don't come back until you're both okay, " she sholves both of you out of the office. locking the doors behind.

" I really hate you, " you spat as he sighs. thanking the chief for giving him an opportunity. he forcefully drag you to one of the seating areas in H.A.N.D. you seat yourself in one of the sofa, big distance away from him as he laid on one of them.

" have you broken up with asaba, l/n? " a co-worker walked past as he winks at you.

" why, yes I have. " harumasa quickly sits up, upon hearing the flirts and what not.

" no we have not broken up! " he shouts at the co-worker as he pushes him away.

he kneels next to you, hand in yours as you look away. he really doesn't want to let you go.

" y/n l/n. we can't break up! what about the child we have? " you try to pry your hands but it's not working.

" that's your child! " it really did sound like one was having an affair, a really interesting drama that some colleagues can't help but eavesdrop behind the walls.

" asaba, let go of me. "

" no way, " he jumps to hug you as you're just stuck, hoping the sofa swallows you whole. this is so embarrassing.

" I don't want to break up, and I'm really sorry for everything I've said. you mean so much to me and even if you were the weakest or the strongest I would still protect you, " he pleaded with you, voice so soft and fragile it sounded like he's about the cry.

" get off me, " you croaked. a few tears fell but you managed to quickly calm down. he pulls away, shocked slapped to his face.

" I didn't mean to make you cry! "

" I'm not crying! I'm sorry... for being difficult, " he pats your head, fondness in his eyes. he really does and truly loves you.

" you're not the difficult one... "

" I'm glad you've got self awareness. "

---

to think you'll be bawling your eyes out over a sad romance movie with seth next to you at the cinema, asleep.

the male lead protects the female lead and dies a tragic death protecting her. he didn't get to say he loves her before closing his eyes. seth stirs awake at your hiccups and trembling body.

panics fills him as he turns to you.

" huh! what's wrong? y/n did you hurt yourself?! " his panic voice fills the whole cinema, as everyone turns to the two of you hushing and glaring for ruining the moment. the movie was about the end. you take his hand and excuse yourself out.

maybe watching a sad romance wasn't the best idea for a break.

" I'm fine, the movie was just... too bittersweet that it got me thinking if that was me and you. " the sudden thought was about to bring you to tears but seth quickly pull you into a hug.

he didn't watch much besides the part where both characters were introduced. a security guard meets a cute cafe waitress. you weren't a cute cafe waitress but a pretty pubsec officer like him!

" what happen? " he runs his fingers in your hair. you hum slowly.

" the male lead dies for the female lead. "

" I'd do the same but I'll try to survive in the accident too. " you deadpan how can he survive when it was a killer stabbing the male lead multiple times from the back as he shielded himself for the girl?

you pull away as you wipe your tears.

" the male lead was getting back stabbed... "

" oh! I'll apprehend the killer, you saw me do it before. " he smiles as you pat his head. sure he'll protect you, but he'll definitely stop any tragedies from happening first.

" the movie sucked, didn't it? " you asks as both exits the cinema.

" yeah, what a lame security... "

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