#pls avert your eyes 🙏

[wombywoo]

under the weather 😔

[nanaslutt]

pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

MDNI

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

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"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

[vincinnamontoast]

HIII OMG IDK IF UR TAKING REQUESTS (OR IF THIS COUNTS AS ONE??) BUT I CANT WAIT FOR ANY OF YOUR VI FICS 🙏 LIKE OK IM SAT 🪑 YOURE GONNA SLAY!!

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goddess vi! x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: honestly not really much of a plot besides vi and reader being in love and obsessed with each other.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

CONTAINS: smut!, cannibalism as a form of expression, consensual choking, mentions of blood and slight violent actions, religious overtones. p.s I always try to keep clothing and reader’s physical descriptions out of my stories, so readers can resonate with it more. but for this story, reader wears a dress. kind of proofread ? act 3 vi!

AUTHORS NOTE: ^^ omg thank you so much love <3! you’re so sweet, that does mean sm! MINORS/MEN DNI PLS!!

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the soft piano traveled throughout the corridors as you sat toying with the edge of your silky, sage dress - eagerly waiting for your presence to be requested. the smooth, dark marble beneath your feet caught your attention. you swore it swirled in little patterns right before your eyes. the walls of her quarters were coated with various meaningful art pieces and the pillars stood tall where beautiful women were chiseled into the top and bottom. her love and respect for women —for her community, was so admirable. before your mind could wander farther, you were interrupted.

“our goddess, violet, requests you.” a fellow angel proclaims as they seep into your view.

'our goddess?' your mind repeats. It was true. she was a goddess of the people and of the angels. she portrayed that in the most genuine way. however, you still couldn't fight the slight nerve to be a bit possessive. you nodded and smiled to the woman dressed in a silky emerald gown, their wings slightly curled around their hips. taking a deep yet staggered breath, you walk down the corridor that lead to violet's chamber. soon enough, you stood before her arched door. It was vast and encased in fuschia and black jewels. gems and crystals in their purest form blended perfectly above, as gold curled around the edges of the large door frame. before you could even bring your fist up to grab at her door chime, it swings open gently. she sensed you.

It was dark in her chambers. your eyes waited to adjust to it as the fireplace was the only source of light. the soft gothic piano contrasted the crackling of the fireplace. this genre of piano soothed vi’s nerves. your eyes averted as slight movement was caught in your peripheral. and then...you are met with her. she stood right before her large windowsill - it portraying a perfect view of the nightlife that was her domain and the beautiful river encompassing it. she was beyond alluring, truly. words could not describe violet's beauty. for she was the prettiest and the strongest goddess there was. the handsomest soldier that would ever fight on the battle field.

her pinkish red hair peppered with streaks of black, like fire and ash, rested over her right side. her blue eyes like stained glass that always outed her every emotion never failed to capture you. her freckles kissed upon her nose and cheeks like a field of wildflowers in april. oh how cute she was when she scrunched her nose when upset or angry. violet was revered in her looks by the other celestial beings, but they doubted her ideals. violet. sweet violet. her heart so gentle but her face stern. she stood for peace—for equality. but she tended to get too passionate in protecting others and standing for what she believed in. the other goddess's teased her about her name. vi for violence. some pretty butch brute with too much power they'd say. she wished they'd respect her name. and how you wished they would know her. violet. sweet violet. vi.

“you're staring again. hmmm and nor did you acknowledge me when you came into my quarters." she pouts, inching closer to your still being. her hips swayed gently as she walked down the little steps, fists at her side. so ready to protect, like she always was. her beauty put you in a trance as your eyes adjust to the glow of her bronzed freckled skin.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's darker in here than usual." the words jumbled out nervously as the luminescence of her eyes consumed you.

she gently drug her fingertips against the apple of your cheeks. "mmm I am in a mood of sorts today. what do you have for me, beautiful?"

your words caught in your throat and your body shivered. angel's were only allowed to see their goddess' once a month to report to them. you were violet's trusted designated angel that gave her updates of information that she needed to rule her domain, so naturally you saw her a bit more often. the lack of her presence made your yearning beyond intense. the only angel and being that vi had ever touched and she made that clear constantly. but why were you so special? you doubt you'd ever ask. to even be breathing the same air as her was a blessing so you never dare question her.

"I brought all angel reports for last month as well as letters from the goddess's. they seem to have important news to share with you." you nodded, too nervous to glance into her eyes. she loved how nervous she made you.

"so obedient, my sweet girl. I will have to get to it all later." she curls her fingers under your chin. "come.”

she steps away from you to sit on her velvet claudette chaise lounge. she gazes at you intently - waiting. her eyes were warning you as she was often impatient. you walk towards her gently on the tip of your toes. you could never seem to get used to her intensity. she just stares at you often. it's a bit creepy, but you know she is just curious and expressive. reading vi through her eyes was easy for you. she was intrigued.

you kneeled before her as her leg peers out from the slit in her grey throw over dress. she nudges it out to you gently as invitation for you to touch her. as they open, it exposes a delicious amount of her skin that you wanted to just devour. slowly, you bring your hands to glide up her leg. her soft skin feels electric and you swear every muscle in your body relaxed after you touched her. closing your eyes, you nudge your cheek into her skin. you locked eyes as you kiss up her leg, lifting yourself to make your pecks to the inside of her thigh. the feeling of her smooth creamy skin was enticing, the smell of her. vanilla, musk, firewood —brown sugar. the way she was lent back, looking down at you with her legs spread wide was so seductive and sensuous. her arm hung over the couch and the other gently grazed your hair as you nipped at her inner thigh. she had stretch marks on her hips and a bit on her inner thigh. you kissed at them gently. the soft chuckle she let out made your ears ring. goodness. she made you weak.

your breathing got heavier as you inched closer between her dress and to her core. your fingers snake through and move it aside. no underwear. looking up at her, she slightly smiles and blushes. "I was waiting for you — I always do." she breathes out like a whisper.

your cheeks turn a fiery shade of pink. you were then blessed with the sight of her beautiful flower. the heat and scent of her core was close to sending you into a frenzy. tufts of pink hair and puffy lips. you were addicted to her. to her taste. your mouth started to salivate. she bit at her lip and opened her legs wide as if inviting you to enjoy her delicacy. your arms curled around her thick thighs as you grip the soft skin. you press your lips to her clit and suckle. like sweet butter, she melts in your mouth. the sweet but salty taste of her made your toes curl. she was glowing. she threw her head back and her hair flowed over the soft velvet couch. gentle wisps of her hair danced over her lips from her desperate panting. she lets out a gentle moan and entangled her fingers writhin your hair. the feeling of her pussy tangled around your tongue was enough to send you into psychosis. you dug your face into her gently as you could not seem to get close enough. curling and twisting your tongue around her, she panted and whimpered little praises.

her moans increasingly got louder. she was always so vocal. and to say you loved it was an understatement. soft as a harp, her moans flowed through your ears like a gentle river. like a song that soothed your soul. shoving your face into her cunt, your mission was to devour. the feeling of her on your tongue — on your finger tips. her moans, her voice. you were made for her, to please her. to give her the love that she deserved as your goddess. she was under appreciated. you are so deep in thought you failed to realize how tight your grip had become on her shaking thighs. she was overstimulated, yelping and arching her back. she attempted to gently move you. pulling away from her gasp, you muster out, “my goddess. please forgive me. I got carried away. I-“

gripping your cheeks softly, she shoved you back on your knees. her face followed yours closely. "oh how i missed you." she growled.

hearts swam in your eyes. drool and her sweet slick coated your lips and the area surrounding. you look dumbed out. her body was a drug. she was your drug. sweet violet. without the hold she had on your face, you'd fall. she licked at your throat as her calloused fingertips drug your dress down your body. she softly grazed her tongue over the edge of her teeth. she gripped your hips and drug her hands all over your body. the need she had for you was insatiable. untamed, disgusting, and full of teeth. she would kill and stain her hands with blood of the innocent for you. and that was a lot to put down as a goddess for her people. but the way she needed you was vile. the yearn she had for you made her sick. sick and rotted with desire. need. you. a mere angel. nothing compared to her. oh but you were.

her lips captured yours quickly. immediately her tongue swallows yours. her lips were succulent like ripe grapes. to kiss vi was to be refreshed, replenished. revived. crawling down to your level, on the floor, she kneeled with you. not once did she slow her pace and stop the movement of her lips on yours. a kiss was the beginning to her cannabilism. she was kneeling with you. someone as gorgeous and high being as her sat on the dirty floor tangled in front of you. your saliva mixing and tainting her own. she didn't care. your differences didn't make her ill. she was a goddess who could love who she pleased, but she could tell this made you uneasy.

"my love. the floor." you pulled away from the kiss, gently cupping her flushed freckled cheeks. her eyes shone such a radiant blue. she was content.

"I am not above sitting on a dirty floor. I've been in worse. and for you — I would lick the filth from your skin with the blade of my tongue." she whispered, licking the shell of your ear. her cool breath sent shivers down your spine and your heart sunk.

both of her hands held your cheeks, as she curled her tongue over your lips. she pecks them gently and then again, glides her tongue over the plump of your lips. your mouth slightly parted with the pressure and need for her mouth on yours. before you could give into her kiss, she pulls away swiftly. nodding her head in the direction of her sleeping quarters. "on the bed."

you sway your naked body away from her, making your way to her giant canopy. sitting on the edge of the bed, you softly grip her black silky sheets. vi sashays towards the edge where you were and pushes you softly into the middle. standing tall, she drops her dress off of her shoulder. all you could do was stare at her awe. her biceps tensed slightly with her breathing. her subtle abs shone in the light covered in minimal sweat. her tits sat perfectly and exposed. her collar bone, sharp and tempting. the scars painted on her body. her pussy on display and so enticing. again. you could happily die between her legs. everything she did had your pussy melting and pulsating. she crawls towards you and kisses up your body slowly. not breaking eye contact once. she drags her canines against your calf and presses gently, making her way up to your lips.

she’s perfectly above you now, stopping at your face. your eyes are captured in hers and you can’t look away. you smacked your lips onto hers and she burst into a giggle as you peck her lips over and over. pulling away, you let her catch her breath and rub your fingers against her face. you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, the apple of her cheeks, her eyelids, chin, and then her lips again. then you kiss her hands again, and again, and again. she didn’t like her hands. you knew that. but every sliver of her was perfect to you. she presses her forehead to yours as she gnaws at her lip.

"I want to feel you. to let go with you.”

before you can process a single thought, she eagerly parts your legs wide and squats herself above your cunt. you can feel everything. like her soul and her bones were intertwining with yours. her pussy slid against yours. gripping your legs, she quickens her pace. every touch of her hands on your skin sent your body into shivers. you craved her. you wanted vi to use her calisoused fingers to pry your ribs open and lick your heart and your bones. to live inside of you to protect herself. to connect your organs and become one. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her. you’re snatched back into reality at the loud sounds of the both of your moans blending together like symphony. she gripped at you like she could not live without her claws and bare teeth sunken into your skin. you chant her name like a prayer, her eyes rolling into her head as all she can think about is you. the sound of you. your skin. your flesh. you. she attempted to cage you in so you couldn't move away from her.

"oh baby i know." she groans into your ear as you whimper closer to your release.

the primal desire for you was unquenchable. she can feel you pulsating against her, she knew you were close. so was she. her right hand tangles around your throat as she begins to squeeze. your eyes rolled so far into your head and all circulation began to cut off. and by the goddess's near, this was the most amazing feeling. to die by violet’s hands. the way she is touching you and staring into your soul. it wasn’t pain. it felt like freedom.

"you belong to me, say it. please." her eyes turn soft and tear up. they were like a gentle void, a void of so much emotion. your vision started to turn white and you could only feel her engulfing you. your orgasms overtaking the both of you like wildfire. you could feel the electricity from her fingertips coursing through your veins and your blood. she loosens her grip as you gasp for air. every touch of hers on your body like a cold breeze. the beautiful pit that was her eyes enveloped you. you both stare at each other in a pant.

"we are all yours, vi." you giggle, referring to the angels and her terrain. gently, she collapses on your chest. you graze your fingers against her back, tracing her tattoos.

she hums, "mmm but they are not." she looks up at you, curling your hair between her fingers. "you are. and for you, i am my rawest form. the yearn I have for you is too much. It hurts." she pauses, and takes a deep breath. "I hate when you walk out that door."

her eyes are entangled in yours. the other celestial’s would say that the love between an angel and a goddess was unruly and dangerous. that didn't matter to you. nor did it matter to vi. they don't know what it was like to kneel at her alter. to be loved and wanted by her. they have not heard her gentle giggles and murmurs throughout every kiss. they haven’t seen her wide set grin and the smile lines surrounding her heart shaped lips. nor have they tasted her divine fruit. they haven't gazed into her eyes and seen right through her heart. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her.

“my love and loyalty has always lied with you, my sweet violet.” and into her lips, you collide. underneath the fiery touch of vi’s fingertips, you become poetry.

AUTHORS NOTE: ugh yes…cannibalism as symbolism for lesbian love and obsession again>>> of course, it’s literally my favorite and if you get it, you get it :3 anyways, caitvi scene made me scream as hell. everything made me scream and cry omfg. so many thoughts. If you’re reading this, have a great day, night or evening! mwuahhh <33 hope you liked !

[interastral-peace-corporation]

Nude + reverse for blade and jing yuan pls pls pls pls 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Comprehensive List of Scenarios

30.  NUDE + REVERSE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing.

Blade

Blade's expression is blank as he looks at you dead in the eye, wondering why you seem so caught off guard at his presence. It takes a few moments before it dawns on him, and the only indication that he finally understood the situation is a mere blink. Without the slightest shift in his expression he wordlessly turns away and closes the door. When you see him again he tells you what he wanted to say without acknowledging what happened earlier, not wanting to make the situation awkward since he personally doesn't see the big deal about it.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan usually knocks before entering so when he sees you changing, it immediately occurs to him that he should've remembered his manners. He instantly averts his eyes and mumbles an apology, saving the actual apology for when you're ready. He then waits outside your door, getting a bit conscious at how careless he was despite his usual manners. He composes himself right on time as you finish changing, apologizing again as he promises to be more careful next time since the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable around him.

[ilovechuuy4]

˙˚ "This is not a puppy love?" ˚˙

˒Chuuya N. X GN! Reader˓❦

A/N; okay I guess people are just obsessed with chuuya??? (Me too) but the results from my pole were indeed chuuya (click “pole” to see the pole obvi) but all of this is going so slow bc I'm having to go to different goddamn doctors for heart/health reasons pls bare with me🙏 (got the name and idea in general bc I was listening to duh, puppy love by Paul Anka:3

→ Description; The "puppy love" at 17 wasn't puppy love.?

ᰔ Lyrics; "How could I ever tell them?" "This is not a puppy love~"

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You and Chuuya were sat on yalls couch in the house the both of you shared watching TV, it was one of those old romances with puppy love. It was actually pretty good but it made you think if the "puppy love" you and chuuya had when y'all were around 17. But now that you think about it, for you at least, it wasn't a puppy love, you did and still do love Chuuya but did he really still feel the same?

You scootch a but closer to the blue eyed ginger that was on the right side of you, and rest your head on his shoulder. He glances over at you and smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Tired, Y/N?" He spoke smoothly, his eyes not leaving the scene on the TV.

"A bit.” You muttered, you wanted to ask him about the "puppy love" or well crush, y'all had on each other when y'all were younger but it felt too awkward. A few hours pass as you glance over at Chuuya who was very invested in the show playing on tv.

You then decided to just ask, you tap his shoulder which then causes him to avert his gaze from the TV and to you instead. "Yes?" His raspy voice rang in your ears, you bit your lip before asking the question. "Chuuya, about the uh, crush we had on each other, when we were in high school." you take a deep breathe and then continue.

“When we were in high school, the crushes we have on each other, do..you still have that “crush”..?” You ask your voice hardly over a whisper. Chuuya cocks an eyebrow, “When we had crushes on each other well I mean, when I liked you it was pretty serious but I don’t think I have them anymore that I know of.?” He admitted and then continued.

“Why do you ask?” You swallow hard, your hands trembling a bit. “Well, if I told you I, still had those feelings would you, consider it again?” You mutter before averting your gaze away from Chuuya’s.

Chuuya’s eyes widen a bit when you mention you might still have feelings for him, he wasn’t uncomfortable just shocked. “Do, you still have feelings for me.?” He asked, biting his lip softly. Your face was cherry red when chuuya asked that question.

"I..yea I do still have feelings for you." You admit, it was embarrassing but you obviously couldn't hold your true feelings for much longer. Chuuya gently cups your face his hands warm on your face.

"How could I ever tell them.?" Chuuya mutters, he was referring the the friends he's spoke about you too, he always made it seem like you and him were just close friends and he'd always get mad when his friends say him and you looked like a couple.

Chuuya bites his lip harder before speaking again, "that was not? A puppy love?" He mutters leaning in slightly. "This is not, a puppy love." You say, leaning in a kissing Chuuya slow and passionate.

Chuuya kisses back, it lasts for a minutes, the taste of wine still on chuuya's tongue and you could taste it so vividly. He slowly pulls away, a hum from his throat. "Oh I love you so much darlin'. " He murmurs, closing his eyes and kissing you again.

[popponn]

Hello bbgrill merry christmas and hbd, it's me ur water spinach 🫵. We've done like half of this greeting and entry through dc and english hard but anyway

I'd like Yae miko from genshin pls with canon / post canon settings n for the tropes i want a bit of domestic however i saw your "fuck it we ball" option up there and I'm 👁👁 so go ahead and fuck it we ball the rest of the tropes (ik u have some tropes u want to do at least once during this event, feel free to do it if it fits) but pls make it full fluff no angst

Just use chene for the alias don't use the water spinach one, virgo, istp, likes games n dislikes hot weather and waking up early pls let me have my sleep 🙏, and for hobbies does drawing counts?? Crafts?? I don't think bengong counts as a hobby so. Fav movies, I'm the type of person who just turns on youtube n pick whatever vibes I'm sorry 🙏. Love language ig it's quality time and / or act of service, ik u can do personality without me explaining anything anymore bbgorl we've spent hours both on dc n irl good luck 👍🦵🦵 also feel free to use jp / indo songs just don't pick one from your 2010 kau hancurkan aku dengan sikapmu indonesian galau song playlist I'm asking for fluff not angst do not cinta ini membunuhku me.

Optional part, soft pretty ppl who can also kick ass while still smiling IS hot. Thankyou. 🙏

a tune, an image, and a story of...⋆｡˚

yae miko is an enigma. she is full of mischief and wonder—living up to her existence as a fox yokai. and since long ago, you have come to accept the fact that it is one of the many parts that make her alluring. as unclear as your relationship with her is, you are comfortable with it as long as she lets you adore those many wonderful parts of her. and that is how it has been for all these times. until one day, that enigmatic part of her grows to a truly puzzling degree. (or in which, miko and you are in love and live together. though in a true foolish romance style, only miko is aware of this, while you innocently and ignorantly think all of this as a ‘something less than lover more than friends’ and ‘regular sleepover’—like a dumbass.)

you awaken to a pair of soft lips on your eyelids. you don’t immediately open your eyes, drowsiness still gluing itself heavily onto you. however, right as your consciousness nearly drifts away once again— “i have woken you up with a kiss and you still refuse to?” a voice, teasing with a lilt of a mock sigh, speaks right next to your ear with a puff of warm breath. a hand snakes up around your blanket-wrapped body, gentle but strong enough to refrain you from jumping away out of sheer surprise. that hand, though, only fuels your shock even more as your eyes fly open and your head snaps to your right. a gentle color of a familiar pink greets you with a smile. right, miko—you remind yourself. your ‘something’—a friend? but what friend insists on a sleepover every day on the same bed and— “just because you already wake up doesn’t mean i will allow you to dream with eyes wide open,” miko tugs your ear, regaining your attention once more. her smile grows sharper and you are fully aware that your brain is still not ready for whatever it is that will come. “now—” you try to get away, still, despite knowing the result, “can i—” “no,” she replies sweetly. “now—do you remember what today is?” in the most honest way possible, you really don’t. “…no…?” “oh, poor me,” miko sighs and you fear she will finally resort to fake crying. it truly is too early for that.

miko’s laugh is as melodic as always. in the flustered, shy, nervous manner of a young girl falling in love, you avert your eyes away. your fingers unconsciously fiddle with the floral ring on your hand. it is soft and you doubt it would last long—but, the ghost of miko’s touch remains. not quite as a warmth, yet far from a freezing coldness. it is very miko, in her own way. “oh—oh, really—” miko gasps through her chuckles, her laugh still resounding from your side, “—i can’t believe you miss that confession. and to think after you make me be the one who confesses back then—” “hey,” you cut off, finally glancing back at her albeit with an annoyed one, “it was your fault for using all those complicated anecdotes.” “saying that ‘the moon is beautiful tonight’ should be a common admittance of affection, is it not? it’s still a craze even now, you know,” miko tilts her head. “i don’t,” you pettily reply, earning yourself another laugh from miko. as her laugh dies down, the amusement never quite leaves her face. “then, what should i have said then—or better, now?” miko asks, shifting to push her face closer to you. “should have i called you with some special nickname? ‘my little fireworks’, perhaps? or do you prefer something more straightforward like ‘my beloved’?” your face scrunches up. this fox is certainly having fun while basking in the fact that she has heated your whole face up. so, speaking it out loud without much thought, you scoff, “why don’t you just kiss me immediately then?” within a blink of an eye, miko somehow grows even more amused.

notes: as much as i want to drop your @ because hey i know you, i won't because i am kind. i don't usually associate a water spinach like you with pastels and all the colors of a bright, sunny day, but because this story is about 'what should be a lover's anniversary if you were not a dumbass', i think it will suit it well. honestly, what do i even say to you. why did u spill my 'rainy day sad boy mentally sobbing' playlist. sorry it took some time tho. all in all, i hope u like it, i did do my best u know >:( remember to praise me later

[kshira]

hi my love

could I pls request reader cleaning up bonten mens wounds ?? smth about that forced proximity and sexual tension is just so good 🙏😞

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒!

ft. mikey, kazutora, baji, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, mentions of cuts & bruises, extreme sexual tension, teasing, pretty fluffy

an. bryce is back, back again

# 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

“it doesn’t hurt, manjiro?” you look at this powerful, soulless man for him to glance back through unblinking eyes with a subtle shrug of his shoulders, “is it supposed to?” mikey smirks, placing a towel over the cut on his chest while you reach for an ointment.

“you should be more careful not cocky” manjiro scoffs off your words but he considers them, maybe he gets hurt on purpose so you’ll show up to take care of him and just maybe manjiro thinks it’s fucked up to do so but at least here—right now, you’re with him.

your fingers work gently over the cut until a bandage splays across his chest, mikey looks over at the time before averting his eyes towards you, “thank you. d-do you have to go now?” mikey shyly looks at the ground before feeling a hand cup his cheek, “not until i get paid.”

“how much do i owe you then?” manjiro reaches for his wallet, flipping through the bills too preoccupied with how much he should pay you. he doesn’t even notice you leaning into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck, “this is just enough, manjiro.”

and mikey freezes from how close you are, the way your body clings to him even though he’s the one holding you tighter, pressing you against his chest. “how many times do you need to take care of me before i can make you mine?” majiro whispers, pressing a kiss against your cheek and though you don’t reply he seems to have found the answer.

# 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚

bleak golden eyes watch you carefully apply ointment to a deep cut carved into his skin, kazutora bites down on his tattered lip when you begin retrieving the glass shards from another cut.

“this is the last time, tora” you warn, sitting his arm down beside his side as you move away from kazutora on the couch, he looks away from your piercing gaze, absent orbs finding another source of reason as to why he always wants you to take care of him.

“please” he whispers, reaching out to grab your hand into his, “please, don’t leave.” it feels like a stake puncturing your chest when tears swell along his eyes, kazutora engulfs you into a hug before you can respond, his longer pieces of hair spayed across your cheeks.

without another second withdrawn his lips find yours and though you never imagined this rough, vicious gang member would be so gentle—so warm to the touch as he kisses you, lips pressed tightly against yours, arms wrapped around your body as if he’s clinging to life.

“will you leave now if i say i’m in love with you and i always come to you for you to take care of me because i’ll get to see you?” kazutora whimpers against your mouth, screwing his eyes shut before tears can spill. his fingers laced with yours he squeezes tighter, “i’m here tora, i’ll always be here.” and kazutora sighs into your mouth, maybe now he’ll never have to get hurt just to see you with his confession tied between your lips.

# 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢

“i didn’t know you could be so rough, angel” baji grins up at you, wincing when your fingers grip his cheek harder, applying a washcloth to the cut engraved on his cheek. a scoff brushes past your lips while you hover over baji, he can’t help but look up at you through half lidded eyes, the concentration on your face was truly so beautiful.

“you need to be more careful” you scold him, finally pulling the material away from his face so you can examine what to do next, “your handsome face can’t take much more.” baji eyes widen before a playful smile curls his lips, “oh yeah? you think i’m handsome, huh?” but you don’t reply, pulling out a bandage and applying it to the skin.

“i think you’re more than that but not with all these cuts and bruises on that pretty face” you coo back at him, baji wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “i think you’re beautiful like this, taking care of me even though i know i’ve pissed you off.”

you look down at baji, brushing strands of black hair from his face you examine the way his eyes crinkle at you, a hidden blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i might have to stay longer” you whisper out, leaning down to his level, “who’s stopping you?” baji closes the distance pressing a soft kiss against your lips. and you can’t help but melt to his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss and baji grunts into your mouth, “that’s what i thought, pretty.”

# 𝐫𝐚𝐧

“does it hurt?” it was more of a rhetorical question, ran was sitting on the couch, a bottle of something in his hand while a bullet wound was punctured through his shoulder, ran lazily smiles at you, “nah, i’ve had worse.”

“what’s worse than being shot in the shoulder, ran?” you deadpan to him, stealing small glances you’re able to see the sheet of sweat accumulated on ran’s chest—his stomach flinching as you press the towel harder on the open wound and though you shouldn’t it’s hard not to stare at his tattoo carved along the skin.

“when you keep turning me down, that hurts way worse” ran smiles while you roll your eyes at him. “i turn you down because look what i’m doing now? cleaning a bullet hole when i could be on a fancy date right now” you sigh out, and even though you’d deny it any day of the week—the way ran looks at you always makes your stomach burn.

especially when his hand rises to cup your cheek bringing you down to his face, the condescending way he smiles knowing you’re melting in his palm and kissing him right back even though you’re not done cleaning his wound.

straddling his waist your body hovers over him, lips crashing while ran’s tongues searches for your inner cheeks. he winces in pain as your hips roll across his lap, “finish bandaging me up and i’ll take you on that fancy date” ran groans, lifting your face from his swollen lips.

“but your wound is bad, ran” you heave breathlessly, ran takes your chin within his fingers and motions for your mouth to open, he leans you down to gently scrape his tongue across your bottom lip, “be my good girl and do what i say, yeah?”

# 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

“you’re hurting me” rindou whines, whimpering out while your fingers pinch a cloth to his bloody nose. rindou was the one that came to you for help with the overflow of blood pouring from his nose and though he’s so annoying with the constant whining—you can’t help but find him so cute.

rindou pouts remembering how horrified you looked when he creeped through your door, bloody and bruised—clinging to your body as soon as he made his way to you. rindou had a habit of facing his fears head on but always seemed to run to you when he was hurt.

“i love you” rindou whispers, smiling softly while you shove two small pieces of cotton up his nose, “i love you too, rin.” and he seems to relax under your words, raising his hand up to cup your cheek, “why are you so perfect to me?”

“i’m just taking care of a bloody nose” rindou smiles at you even though the blood continues to rush down his nose, he begins drawing a circle against your cheek, “will you stay if it gets worse?” rindou questions, watching you catch his gaze fixated on your face.

instead of answering him you lean in pressing a kiss against rindou’s lips, and maybe he feels greedy deepening the kiss with more force, dropping his hands to your side as he pivots your body in his lap—rindou feels even more guilty as clothes fall to the floor and your lips never falter from one another and the bloody nose he had is the least of his worries with you finally beneath him.

# 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

“mh, go lower” sanzu groans, shifting his body from the couch while you place a wet cloth on his lower stomach. you snap your eyes at him but sanzu can only give you another lopsided grin. “just a little lower princess” he coos, tucking his lip between his teeth from expected pleasure or pain—he doesn’t know which one to choose.

“haru” you warn, pressing the cold material down on his gut, sanzu winces at the pain rushing through his veins. “take my mind off it” he whispers, placing your absent hand down on his crotch, sanzu flickers his eyes from your face to the subtle brush of your hands across his lap.

“you’re in a lot of pain right now, manjiro told me you could have died and you want me to do this?” you click your tongue at sanzu, ignoring the way his cheeks dust a pink hue and underneath your hand growing stiffer.

sanzu rolls his shoulders, exhaling a sharp breath while you apply more pressure to his wound, with finishing touches of a bandage placed on his stomach you rise to your feet. a small whine fumes from his lips, the grip of your wrist brings you back to sanzu.

“don’t run away from me” he makes room on the couch for you to be tucked under his arm, fingers carefully making their way into your bottoms. “i owe you a lot for always being my sweet little nurse, don’t i?” sanzu smiles against your neck, burying himself further until his lips attach to the skin—sucking and slurping as you ignore where his hands go and sanzu forgets the pain for now when you’re all his for the taking.

[heliads]

Pls could you do an imagine four X reader. Where the reader is an initiate and is secretly dating for but all the other initiate are picking on the reader , could you also make a part 1 and 2 with a bit of smut 😊😜🙏

Enjoy your day and I love your posts

hi! i don't write smut so i just did your request without it :)

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The worst part of the fall only comes at the end. You expected the panic to set in when you were plummeting through the air, or even when you jumped off of the roof in the name of Dauntless initiation, but no. Even after you lie there on the net, dazed after losing those few lungfuls of freedom you’d managed to snatch during your drop, it still doesn’t feel as if you’ve done much of anything. 

You only know you’ve irrevocably changed the course of your future when you feel a young man take your hand to help you out of the net. You’re blinking up at the ceiling, delighting in what you’ve done, and then you find yourself staring at somebody you know will ruin your life, even without seeing the future. 

The problem is him, of course, the problem is the fact that your heart starts to beat so loudly in your chest upon coming face to face with him that you’re certain he must be able to hear it. He’s handsome, obviously, the kind of beautiful they only lie about in stories, but most importantly, he’s regarding you with the sort of half smirk that tells you he’ll be nothing but trouble. 

Looking back on it, you probably loved him from that moment forward. He might have felt the same way, too, judging by the way he kept his fingers wrapped around yours for a beat too long. Eventually, he coughed and looked away hurriedly, but even after the other initiates came down, his gaze kept flicking to you, over and over again like a compass finding true north. 

He introduced himself soon enough, first to the initiation class at large and then, later, to you alone. You’d already been awake when the leaders called for everyone to get over to the training center, having been forced into uncanny awareness by the sheer excitement of what was to come. 

Thus you’d been the first to show up to training by a long shot. Four met you by the door with a wry grin and a prediction that this could surely only mean good things for your future as an initiate. You had heard that he was known for his sharp wit and cool words, but Four never showed you that supposed side of him.

Instead, he treated you with genuine kindness, something you quickly learned is a rarity around here. As the days went by, and Four’s temper remained even, you got to know him better than most. He spends long evenings practicing his skills in front of punching bags and targets so he doesn’t have to think about anything else, he got a lot of his tattoos to cover himself up instead of calling attention to himself like everyone else. 

Most of all, you learn that you love him. It is not an easy decision to make, acknowledging this stubborn feeling, but it somehow seems right. You knew from the first time you laid eyes on him that Four would mean more to you than anyone else here, and you weren’t wrong. He makes you feel complete, even more so than switching factions and finding a new home in Dauntless. 

As it turns out, you aren’t the only one harboring feelings. One night, after a late party and a couple drinks, you find yourself walking back to the dorms alone with Four. He keeps starting to say something and then stopping, swallowing back his words before he can commit to something he may regret. 

Eventually, one hall away from the initiates’ quarters, Four manages to get over his tied tongue long enough to say that he loves you too. He does it with eyes averted, body practically shifted away from you as if in fear of how you’ll respond. 

In return, you mention that you love him as well, and watch a slow sunrise of a smile dawn on his face. Four is typically good at concealing his emotions, but it doesn’t work out today. He’s grinning like a child, the boy he must have been before this world sucked him dry of all his joy. For once, he is more than skin and bone, more than blood and bullets. He is in love with you, and that is all that matters. 

You think you would be perfectly content with your story ending there, with a confession and a smile and a kiss hidden in the dark corridors of Dauntless. Unfortunately, you’re still an initiate, and that means your relationship has to remain a secret. Four doesn’t want anyone to think that you’re only getting a good ranking because you’re seeing one of the training leaders, so you keep everything under wraps. 

Some part of you wishes it could be put in the open, what you have. You watch couples walking around the Dauntless complex, casually showing off hands in pockets and borrowed clothes, gifted guns and matching tattoos. It hurts like a dull blade to see them and realize that you’ll never be able to have that so long as you’re in initiation, but you can wait. Training won’t last forever, and once that’s done, Four swears that the two of you would have the world if you wanted it. 

For now, you keep back your jealousy of all the public couples, and choose instead to focus on what you do have now, which is Four all to yourself. The two of you meet up in his apartment night after night, talking over the day’s events or just sitting there in silence. Neither of you have to say a word for the other to understand you, and it is wonderful. 

After all, this is what you wanted, even if no one else knows about it. People go their entire lives just wishing to have a love like the one you and Four share, and you have it right here before you. No one else has ever cared about you the way Four does, and perhaps no one ever will. It scares you sometimes, the depths of your affection, but this is Dauntless; fear is joy. You love it all the while. 

Besides, you’re already hard at work setting up a future for yourself. You’re doing really well in initiation, and Four has nothing to do with that. You belong in Dauntless, plain and simple, and everyone can see it. 

However, in this case attention is bad once again. Once you started rising through the rankings during the first couple days, and especially after you resolutely stayed there at the top, people started to grumble as they always do. No one likes to see success, not if it’s not them, not if it can keep them from getting what they want. You keep being on the receiving end of accusatory glares and burning jealousy, and although you’ve sworn to yourself to pay it no mind, it’s getting kind of hard to ignore. 

There’s this one group of girls that have proven themselves to be the worst. Perhaps it’s their status as former Candor coming to their aid in terms of seeking out lies, but they’ve gotten as close as anyone to figuring out that you’re dating Four. 

As of right now, they believe that you, much like most of the other trainee girls and boys including themselves, have a crush on Four, and that he’s been giving most of his hard earned praise to you. This alone is unforgivable to them, but it’s the fact that they’re consistently below you in the rankings that drives the final nail into the coffin. 

You’ve been waiting for them to try something for a while now. Four has certainly warned you about it. Apparently, every year someone tries to take out one of the higher ranked initiates, or get in their heads long enough to make them doubt themselves right before a crucial fight. This year, the target is most likely in your back, something that neither Four nor you particularly appreciate. 

You think they’re planning something, too, something that’s going to happen sooner rather than later. They’ve gotten more bold with their comments, more antagonistic with their stares. At some point, they’re going to make their move, and you have to be ready when they do. 

Today appears to be that day. The initiates have been given half an hour to ready themselves before another round of graded fights. It’ll be the second to last one before phase one of training ends, so everyone’s panicked, trying to figure out how they can scrape out a good showing in time to save themselves. Most will manage it. A few won’t, and you can tell which ones those are just by glancing around the room. 

Speaking of which, you can see some now. That one pack of girls has been hovering around the cutoff line for a while. Judging by the way their eyes settle on you with an almost grateful viciousness, they’re in need of some sort of distraction from their imminent loss. 

They happen to drift over to your punching bag soon enough, and the lead one whispers something to you over the beat of your fists. 

“I wonder if Four will like you so much after you fail the next round.”

They start to sweep away across the training room, but stop moving when you call out to them. You have no doubt that they want this, a confrontation, but you want it too. 

“What did you say to me?”

You keep your tone ice cold, but they’re still all smiles when they turn back around. The lead girl, a nuisance named Tina, is practically beaming at you. 

“Oh, nothing. We were just thinking about how fun it will be to watch Four grow disgusted with you after you lose your next fight. I think we’d all love to see it.”

You arch a brow. “Who said I was losing?”

Tina smirks. “You’ll be fighting me. That’s why.”

“Again,” you say, “why does that mean I’ll be losing? You’re as much a threat as a child.”

Tina’s face sours like she’s just bitten into a lemon. “Very funny joke, Y/N, but trust me, you’re going to wish you never said that. You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. I know you’re just a little cheater, so bad at being good that you think you have to flirt with Four to make it around here.”

Your stomach twists. Man, you hate her. You’re just about to open your mouth and say something equally hurtful back, but someone beats you to it, and that someone is Four. 

“I think I’m confused, initiate. How is it that you think talking badly to one of the highest ranked people here is going to get you anything?”

Tina’s face drops in a flash, and she quickly scrambled to save face. “I meant nothing like that. I was just having a friendly conversation with a fellow trainee.”

Four moves to stand beside you, face as hard as if it had been carved from stone. “Do you think I’m stupid, initiate? You think I can’t hear you?”

Tina starts stuttering something about how she meant nothing of the sort, but Four speaks over her as if she’d never made a sound. 

“Y/N is highly ranked because she’s one of the best. I have nothing to do with that, and she might be that good in spite of me, because I’m the one giving her all the hardest fights. You, on the other hand, are one round away from becoming factionless. Who knows, maybe that’ll happen today.”

Tina’s friends have quickly disappeared into the corners of the training room, and she seems to have realized that she’s now very alone. She winces and mutters a quick apology, evidently quite desperate to leave and save face. 

Before she can go, though, Four leans forward and whispers one last thing in her ear.  “Oh, and and just so you know? Y/N was flirting with me because I’ve been flirting with her. We’re dating. Get over it, and stop using that as an excuse to justify your own terrible behavior.”

Four flashes the girl a smile that's as sharp as a blade, and you can practically see the blood fall as Tina all but runs away. 

You raise a brow at Four once she’s out of earshot. “I thought we weren’t telling anyone that we were together.”

Four just chuckles. “I have a feeling that she won’t be telling anyone. Good luck for today's fights, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you win.”

With that, he strides back out into the training room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a smile as bright as the sun. Even disregarding the fights to come, you have a feeling that you’ve won in a landslide. 

divergent tag list: @rogueanschel, @with-inked-solace, @gods-fools-heroes

[chezborger]

Don’t know if requests are open but can we get another chubby reader/Alucard 🥺 where she really insecure with her body and Alucard shows her how much he loves her silencing the whispers of people that criticize her. He makes love to her and reassured her later threatens the one that hurt her 😩 please I live for this pairing

I'm glad I ain't the only one who loves this pairing honeslty it makes me so happy thank u 😔🙏❤ I hope this is what you had in mind pls enjoy. Also I will say that it doesn't matter what bodytype someone has anyone can be a baddie 😤

Types and warnings: comfort, Smut, bodyimage, maybe small mentions of death 👁

She sighed to herself while working silently, the guard that snickered to another and didn't try so hard at covering it kept replaying in her mind even as she tried to push it aside. She even heard a little of the conversation as she walked past trying to look unfazed.

"I dunno that shirt wasn't doing her much good, if you catch what I'm saying." The guard sneered.

"I dont care honestly. I'm just trying to keep my job." Said the other unamused.

She tried to put up a brave front but it was hard to still squash those feelings down, at least she had an office she could runaway and hide in she thought. Putting aside her paperwork she pulled out a compact mirror from her purse. Standing up and holding it up to looking at her chubby face then moving down to her plump figure posing. She huffed usually feeling cute and sexy, but right now she felt like covering up and hibernating into a huge sweater.

"Gah!-Why did I wear this today. I look like and idiot." She nipped at a lovel handle and on the other side suddenly appeared another hand doing the same thing surprising her.

"I happen to like it. it shows off your curves beautifully." Big hands roam over her sides making her sigh, her lips catch between her teeth and her brows furrow trying to keep her negative thoughts in but it's no use.

"Apparently not..." she frowned, eyes averting somewhere else. "Nevermind, don't worry about it." She waved off. Turning around to face him realizing now how much he towers over her. She laughed nervously waving if off again " J-Just some stupid comment is all, nothing I haven't heard." She grumbled. He corners her, her backside bump againts the desk. His eyes glowed with intent behind them unsure which kind.

"What? Who had the audacity. to hurt someone so dear to me?" He hissed bearing his fangs in disgust "Obviously they had a death wish from the start." His eyes close as he grimaces but softens as he looks back at her. " but you- do you believe this. I've made it clear that you're beautiful...perfect even." His big hands cup her face bringing her soft lips to his own slowly.

He caresses her cheek but his hands wander to her soft sides then to her breasts. Swifly exposing her soft stomach and delicate bra; she chews her lip from excitment. Alucard sits her on top of her desk, hands hardly leaving her thighs. He takes his time kissing her soft neck, sucking marks from her breasts all the way down her chubby tummy. He looks up with his glowing eyes and nips at the pillowy flesh, a fang threatening to sink into the soft skin sending her goosebumps all over. He hikes up her black skirt exposing her chubby thighs admiring the stretch of the black fabric over her legs and plump ass. He rips her silk tights exposing the cotton panties. Fluffy thighs spilling from the teared seems. She gasps Kneading her own breast subconsciously trying to grasp onto anything

"A-Alucard!..." Her labored breathing is noticeable and he grins at her undone state knowing her troubled thoughts are far gone at this point.

"So...gorgeous and oh so sexy...if only you could see yourself. See what I see. This body is that of a godess and I'm delighted I get to worship it." Another tear is heard only this time a breeze is felt on her pussy as he breathes cold air, a different contrast to the heat radiating off of her quivering lips. She moans and its prolong and pitched up as he delves right into her plump folds wasting no time making use of his long tongue

"M-Mmhm..." no words formed while he continued only pleas to not stop and whimpers trying to be held back. Her head falls back as he slows down to then speed up the motions of his snake like tongue quickly. Her thighs shake and squeeze his head causing a groan to rumble through his chest and her. The womans hips arch off the desk from a toe curling orgasm but a strong hand pushes them down.

"Do you understand now. Do you see what you do to me." He deep voice sends even more chills through her.

Licking his lips clean hes already fueled by lust as his long and heavy shaft slaps againts her puffy lips "yes...!" She whimpers in response to both Alucard and his actions as he sinks in halfway locking eyes and he continues the rest. Each thrust to the hilt drove them both insane. The sound of slapping skin sped up with each moan. His hands grab onto her plush hips for support and bottoms out rougher and deeper. She holds onto her breasts that bounced with each plunge. The pleasure band that was building finally snaps and her toes curl. "O-Oh...!" Velvet walls constrict and Alucard stills, moaning as he rolls his hips letting her milk his climax.

Her breathing calms and her hands come up to bring him into a passionate kiss with the remaining energy she had left.

"Thank you." She mutters sweetly.

~~~

The hellsing guard's car keys clank againts the asphalt. Kneeling down to pick it up they sink below into the ground causing him to pull his hand back quickly. the shadows that weren't illuminated by moonlight started to watch him. black curls emerged from the ground creating a mass that many eyes emerged from. "W-What the hell?! What is this...?!"

"Insufferable piece of shit." Alucards heavy voice echoes. The guard begins to panic as he stumbled back. "This is going to be painful and I'll gladly make sure that it is." His growl shook the man to the core, pleading for mercy. Still, who knows what happened next.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Cales hands- hhhhhh. His f i n g e r s are so long in the manhwa 😭 this can go two ways either the sexual way or the ' im so jealous cuz I have chubby hands way'

Okay don't mind me please it's demon hour for me. Im gonna regret this in the morning.

can yall please not do this to me and my brain 😩😩

also, im working on the requests on my inbox whenever im able to so pls understand 🥲🙏

im gonna be real with yall, i have no idea where this went. anon, baby, im sorry💀

The first time you noticed it was when you were watching him lift a cup of tea.

His fingers picked up the teacup by its' handle, his other hand holding the saucer close to the teacup as he raised the cup to his lips' sipping the tea with a content smile on his face. His hands are quite big and warm, something you have the privilege of knowing because you've felt them on your own before and perhaps on other places as well.

The next time was when you saw how he had rubbed Raon's head and scratches the kittens behind the ear affectionately. It was a loving gesture but all you could think of was how his long fingers and nails looked clean and kept.

When they brush across your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, you smiled despite seeing his face that seemed to inquire what was on your mind, but you had convinced him that you were just thinking about what to have for dinner.

"Well—" Cale stared at you, head tilting to the side, making some of his own strands of sunset red hair falling across his face. "What do you want for dinner? There's nothing Beacrox can't make."

You watched as his hand comes up to his own face, fixing the hairs that could have poked him in the eye, too engrossed to see that Cale was eying you as you answered him, not taking your eyes off of his fingers, "Maybe duck."

You slowly averts your gaze back to Cale's, reluctant to take off your sight from his fingers. "Roasted."

"Hm, that would be nice," Cale added, purposefully placing his hand on top of yours where you had nicely placed them on your lap. "So, roasted duck for tonight's dinner?"

You opened your hand and casually moves closer to his side. "Yes, that'd be lovely."

Cale watches over your expression as you touched his hands with both of yours, thumb caressing his palms and the back of it, trailing the visible green and blue veins because of how pale his skin was.

Your touch was soft and gentle, the tips of your fingers was cold and a bit ticklish. You were mapping out the structure of his hands and recording every vein he had, as if you were going to recreate it somehow into a form of art.

"Do you like them that much?"

You looked up, eyes landing on Cale who's staring at you with a stoic expression, but you could see that he was genuinely curious.

"You're smiling," he added, something you weren't even aware of doing. "Do you like my hands that much?"

"Of course," you answered, unashamed. "They're very pretty. And clean. I like them."

Pretty hands? Him?

Cale had participated in many battles over the last few years so his hands aren't exactly the prettiest, but they're definitely not horrifying to look at.

Back when he was Kim Rok Soo, he also didn't have the prettiest-looking hands. They were coarse over the years of working and scars from fighting.

Sometimes he could see people whom they rescued flinching when he grabbed their hand or arm, feeling the rough texture of his hand dragging across their skin. There were also times when people would flinch or look away when they see his arms or hands.

"Also—" Your voice breaks his train of thoughts.

"This is the hand of a man who has never hesitated to help others," you continued with a soft smile on your face. "And has saved many people. I think people would line up just to shook it once."

Cale hummed, not too happy with the idea of shaking hands with people as if he was a celebrity. "I don't really like them, though. They're a bit rough."

"So?" You intertwined your fingers with his and raised it to your lips, giving the back of his palm a quick peck. "It's your hand. I told you I love every part of you, and that includes your hand, no matter how much you don't like it."

Cale could feel his heart beats faster and let out a sigh, trying his best to calm down and not let his emotions ruin the moment by doing something impulsive.

"I-I'm glad, then." Fuck, why was he stuttering?

You only smiled at him, leaning forward and giving his cheek a quick kiss. "I love other parts of yours too but let's not talk about it."

Cale's eyes widened for a moment and he went against the temptation to roll his eyes as you backed away after kissing his cheek. "Mhm, I love some of yours too."

You visibly brightened up that he had continued the topic despite the fact that you had wanted to shut it down. "Really? Like what?"

Cale lifted his other hand, craddling your jaw and his thumb touching your lips. His brown-reddish eyes stared at you for a moment before he looked at your lips. "These, probably."

"Probably?" You asked, sounding a bit entertained.

"Yes," Cale replied. "I'll have to test something out before I'm sure of my answer."

You giggled, playing along to whatever game he had tagged you on. "Hmm, I'm dying of curiosity. Why don't you test it right now?"

The corners of his lips began to curl as he looked at your sparkling eyes and silly smile. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in the gentlest way possible, hearing you let out a giggle and his grin became wider before he pulled way.

It was only a simple, quick kiss but the way your face is flushed red and the glimmer in your eyes as you stared at him, it made Cale felt like he had just received a few gallons of gold.

Cale felt good.

Happy.

"So, what's the results?"

Cale smiled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. "Hm, I'm still not so sure. Maybe we should try again."

Your smile widened, giddy and in love. "A shame, but in pursuit of a true answer, we must persist."

That's how you ended up walking out of his bedroom with a wrinkled shirt and messy hair, your lips all swollen but a bright look on your face.

[tartagliaxx]

Hello!! Can I also request fluff where reader and Albedo are parents pls? 🙏Thank you 💕💕😊😊

" CHESHIRE SMILES "

━━ ☆ PAIRING: albedo/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: illuminated by the warm glow of the afternoon sun, albedo was sure that nothing else could compare to the beautiful sight of his lovely family and their wide-stretched smiles.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship, fem!baby mention

the one-sided conversation has died down a while ago in favor of interchanging soft crunches and hums of delight. with an amused laugh, you reached over to wipe the chocolate and cookie crumbs smeared on your daughter's cheeks.

"is something funny?" you asked with a soft smile as you watched her laugh loudly, her small, stubby hands cupping your cheeks gently.

"m...more cookie!"

"you want more cookies?" you faked a pout as you reached over the tray. "but daddy would be mad! he says no more than two cookies a day!"

"daddy bad!"

you snorted at that, handing half of the cookie to the child who immediately nibbled on it excitedly. you doubt albedo would be very happy to know about the words that came out of his daughter's mouth but you supposed it would be a nice source of entertainment for you. as if on cue, you heard the familiar thud of his shoes tapping against the wooden floorboards as he approached the dining room.

"finished with your work?"

"for today, yes." he mumbled with a small sigh, pulling out the chair right beside yours to settle down. "hello there."

"hello!" teal eyes sparkled in delight as his daughter waved excitedly before going back to chewing.

"do you want some?"

"yes, please." chuckling, you noticed just how similar the two are, both biting around the chocolate chips before striking directly on the sweet, gooey goodness. "is something wrong?" he asked the moment he felt your intense stare.

"you have a little— there."

albedo blinked in surprise, still feeling the warmth of your fingertips moments after you pulled back. it's odd how for some reason, he could never get used to the small tidbits of affection you give him. clearing his throat, he averted his gaze back to the cookies in an effort to quell the liquid red that flooded ears.

"i could've done that."

you almost didn't hear him; his whisper being overpowered by the whistle of the kettle. "i wanted to. hold on, i'm making some tea."

his eyes followed after you, only moving away when he saw you disappear into the kitchen although they found another muse just as quick — his daughter who has been staring at him with wide, identical eyes. leaning into his palm, albedo fondly brushed a stray strand of her hair away, laughing softly when she beamed with an energetic 'thank you.'

"do you think it's going to rain?" he absentmindedly asked as he took another bite from the cookie. the little girl paused as if in thought before looking away, reaching for the plate with a close-open motion in her hands.

"no, that's enough. you've had your share of sugar for the day."

albedo sighed as the baby pouted, eyes peering at him with the so-called 'puppy eyes' that you couldn't resist. as much as he wished to fulfill each and every one of his little girl's wishes, things that could prove to be detrimental to her health should be avoided at all costs. loud clatter alerted him of trouble and he stood up from his seat, chair scraping against the floor which prompted you to yell out an 'i got this.' not even a minute later, you emerged from the kitchen with a sheepish grin, a tray of teacups and a teapot in hand.

"i accidentally nudged the dish rack over. it's alright now." his worry turned into something more tender and he moved to take the tray from your hands.

"i see that you're still as clumsy as ever."

"and you, still as gentlemanly as the day i met you." a surprised huff came out of him as you teasingly squeezed his cheeks. "oh! giving her tea is fine, right?"

albedo looked at you with subtle exasperation as he rubbed his cheeks, something you giggled at. "correct. well, as long as it does not contain caffeine."

"good, good. this is one of the herbal teas i got because someone," you sent a pointed glare in his direction, "kept on drinking the entire month's supply in a week."

"there was an important research... actually, never mind."

you huffed in subtle amusement as he withdrew the words he had already told you a million times. for someone who was very nitpicky about his daughter's heath, he sure was disinterested in his own. biting back another sigh, you poured him his cup before moving to drink your own.

"ah! like alice!"

smiling widely, you nodded to the young girl’s statement much to albedo's confusion. "just like alice."

"alice?"

the first thing that popped into his head when his daughter mentioned 'alice' was the woman who took him in when he was wandering around alone. as far as his memory persists, alice has never shown any kind of fondness for the drink so surely you weren't talking about her. turning to you for an explanation, he was met with your furrowed brows.

"yes? the one in the stories? have you never heard of her?"

"i can't say that i have..."

"it's a fairy tale — a famous one at that." you stood up from your seat to pick up one of the strewn books on your decorative shelf. "it's her favorite."

"ah... it's no wonder i haven't heard of it."

taking the book from your hands, curious eyes traced over the gold engraving in the front that read 'alice's adventures in wonderland.' below it was a doodled image of a young girl in a frilly dress sat under the shadows of a big tree. intriguing, he thought as he flipped the book open, eyes swiftly moving across the words carefully jotted down in black ink.

"thoughts?" you inquired right before you took a sip of your warm drink.

"it's... different."

"ah, from the usual stories? like the boar princess?"

"precisely."

you hummed, fingers tapping on the table in thought. "that's the summarized version. if you want to read the 'adult' version of it which has a lot more thinly veiled symbolisms, i have a copy upstairs. for now, though, let's have our own little tea party. how does that sound, little one?"

"tea party!" she giggled as you booped her nose. from the sideline, albedo watched the interaction with a fond gaze; chest tightening from all the affection he had reserved for the two most important people in his life.

"i'll do it," his hands wrapped around yours just as you were about to pick up the pot. slowly, he poured the now lukewarm contents to the one plastic teacup amongst your ceramic ones. "here, milady."

you hid the grin that blossomed on your lips at albedo's play-along, their giddy laughter decorating the afternoon air with sunshine and glow. carefully, he adjusted her grip on the cup, supporting it from the bottom the moment she decided to take a drink.

"ah! taken like a true lady!" the dramatic gasp that came as you referenced her outstretched pinky elicited another giggle from the child and albedo took the cup back to properly wipe the very little spillage that happened.

"how was it?" he asked as his eyes briefly flickered to the cup. "good?"

"good!"

"is it? should i invite lottie?" neither of you two knew that the young girl's eyes could grow even brighter but it did. "and we mustn't forget ethel, of course."

"and gigi! who knows what she would do if she finds out we had a party without her!"

albedo smiled at your interjection. "that would be bad, wouldn't it?"

"very."

the tender gaze you gave him didn't go unnoticed and he quirked an eyebrow to mark his inquisition, "nothing it's just... i didn't think that you would remember their names."

"of course, i would." there was just a small bit of offense in his tone. "i also know bibby, libby, and jilly."

you rolled your eyes with a playful smile, "now you're just showing off."

"is that so bad?"

the slight lilt in his voice made you snicker, "just go." but before you he could take a step away, you held his wrist. "and please get more teacups on the way. thank you. love you. mwah!"

with an amused chuckle, albedo began the familiar to trek to his daughter’s nursery. it wasn’t much but the memories of the weeks you both spent discussing color schemes and furniture placements came rushing back anyway. peering over the wooden crib, his gentle smile made a reappearance as he picked the little doll up.

lottie was his daughter’s newest doll. her thick, black curls, and bright rouge lips contrasted nicely with her tan complexion. lottie’s sworn sister, ethel, was equally beautiful with her straight blonde hair and pink laced dress and she was sat on the small rocking chair near the crib. bibby, on the other hand, was a small white rabbit dressed in a ballet skirt while his sister, libby was a bit larger with a few brown spots around her eyes. jilly, the odd one out of the three being an ebony-colored pony, was adopted into a family of rabbits after getting lost in the woods. those three were haphazardly tossed all over the floor, no doubt being misplaced during that morning’s playtime.

finally, there was gigi; his lips twitched up as he cradled the tiny doll in his hands. gigi was a custom-made doll from amber designed in his likeness. complete with the side braids and little test tube in the doll’s hand, there was no doubt that gigi was his daughter’s favorite especially when you take into account the frayed stitches that you had tried your best to mend for how many times now.

the name ‘gigi’ came from the night albedo sat her down in his lap, a picture book containing animated images of animals being held in his able hands. as he slowly turned page after page, he finally reached the letter ‘g’ where a happy giraffe leaned up to nibble at the tree’s leaves. excitedly, his daughter tapped his legs as she pointed and yelled ‘daddy,’ no doubt seeing the resemblance of his hair to the creature’s frankly inaccurate color. as for the rest of the dolls and their stories, he knew those from all the times he pushed himself to give a kiss good night despite the exhaustion that made his limbs weigh a ton more than they usually did. ever as enthusiastic, those nights usually went longer than preferred because of the two-syllable conversations she would try to hold with her dear father who was too in love with her twinkling eyes to say ‘see you tomorrow.’

shaking his head, he placed the last of the toys in his arms before heading to the kitchen to fish out some of the spare teacups you insisted to buy despite his initial reluctance. still, he supposed that he now knows why.

“i’m back and i brought guests,” he whispered as he softly placed the dolls on the table, their own teacups being set directly in front of them while you pretended to pour over the tea.

“there! well, milady, what next?”

“more cookies!”

you giggled as the child raised her arms up in the air. mimicking her action for just a short while, you then reached to grab another one of the cookies but albedo swiftly moved it away. your name left his lips as a stern warning and you slumped back down to your seat, eyes glinting with hidden mischief despite the pout you had on your face.

“daddy’s being a meanie, isn’t he?”

“stop poisoning her mind.”

“daddy bad!”

watching albedo pause mid-bite as he tried to wrap his head around his daughter’s words was probably the most entertaining sight you have seen in a month and with a hyperactive baby around, that was saying something. lips shaking as you tried to stifle your laughter, you moved to grab his arm in a silent question of ‘are you okay?’

“i’m not— how i— i’m not bad.”

ultimately your efforts went to waste as you burst into a fit of loud, near-maniacal laughter at the way he stumbled over his words. a rare sight indeed, you thought to yourself as you wheezed through the overwhelming amusement that flowed through your bloodstream.

they say that parents have an unexplainable connection with their children and that appears to be true as your daughter joined you in your inconsolable hell of laughter despite not knowing what it was that you found so entertaining.

dread turned into bewilderment before it turned into affection. the golden glow of the setting sun lit up your skins in a way that he could only describe to be completely and utterly magnificent. it was the most perfect sight he has seen yet — both of your lips stretched impossibly wide in a genuine expression of content and bliss, looking just a little bit crazy with the way you tried and failed to stop your giggles.

he thought you had calmed, that is, until your eyes fleeted back to him and suddenly, you were falling over that slope all over again.

“oh god,” you groaned as you breathed in, one hand cradling the aching muscles of your stomach. “i can’t stop. why can’t i stop?”

“have you, perchance, gone mad?”

a small squeak left you before you began laughing once more and albedo watched with an endearing smile as he leaned against his palms. shifting his eyes to stare at his daughter, his smile only intensified as he watched her tip her head back with a soft chain of chortles. how pretty, he thought as he readjusted gigi who toppled over from the little slaps you gave to the table.

he didn’t know how long it lasted but by the time you both formally settled down, the moon was already beginning its climb to its peak. reaching over, his soft, warm hands wiped the rest of the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes. he heard you mumble a small ‘thanks’ before you went to pick up your half-finished cup of tea.

“ah, the tea’s gone cold.”

he wouldn’t trade this for the world, he thought as his version of a cheshire smile made an appearance at your small wince.

━━ ☆ NOTES: a little fun fact about me, i have very horrible naming skills so while writing i was like, oh! how about i just use the names of the dolls i used to have? so yes, ethel and gigi were the names of my childhood dolls and yes, gigi is my favorite. anyway, i hope you liked it and thanks for requesting!

━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORKS: dad!au masterlist

[drakewanker]

Stolen Moments - Liam x Drake

I feel like we have absolutely NO Liam x Drake fanfic, so I took it upon myself to write what will hopefully become a multi-part series. It’s my first fic, pls go easy on me 🙏

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Liam sat on the edge of his bed, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

His heart picked up in speed as he saw his door knob slowly turn. Liam quickly went to fix his collar and rearrange his hair, trying to exude as much confidence as possible.

Drake poked his head through the door with a sheepish smile. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked.

Liam collapsed back onto the bed, wringing his hands together. “No, I’m actually glad to have you here. If I spent another moment lost in my thoughts, I’d probably lose my sanity,” Liam chuckled bitterly.

Drake walked over to Liam and sat down next to him. “I know how you get when you’re stressed about something. Issues with Regina?” he probed.

“Actually,” Liam confided, “It’s girl issues.”

Drake winced. “Ouch. I’d hate to be in your shoes. Olivia again?”

“Yes. I have no idea what that woman wants from me.” Liam put his head in his hands. “I care for her deeply, but as a friend. Especially with the coronation coming up in a few months, I can’t have anything muddying the waters.”

Drake placed his hand on Liam’s shoulder. “If I know you as well as I think I do, a girl won’t be what breaks you. You’re one of the strongest men I’ve met.”

Liam smiled and looked down. “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

Drake moved his hand off Liam’s shoulder, accidentally brushing it against Liam’s fingertips.

Liam’s face flushed red as he felt a strange jolt of electricity at their touch.

Drake stood up, his face equally red. “Liam, I should really be going. You have that banquet in a little bit, don’t you?”

Liam averted Drake’s gaze. “I do. Thank you for stopping by.”

Liam forced himself to make eye contact with Drake. It felt like he was seeing him for the first time.

Drake gave a half-hearted smile as he turned to leave. “It was the least I could do.”

After Drake left the room, Liam groaned aloud.

What on earth was that?

He let out a deep sigh. Somehow his emotions felt even more complicated than they did before.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

lol can you imagine Cale just trying to talk to transported!reader but all his APs + Raon is just trying to get him to say cringey pick up lines and reader just see Cale's face scrunching up while they're talking important business and has a vague idea of what's going on (ofc they don't know it's abt them)

HELP IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS ONE BUT SOMEHOW IT HAPPENED SO uhh pls take it😔🙏

this is so silly im so sorry lmaooo i wrote it while thinking about stuff so pls take it with a grain of salt lmaoo

This is so annoying.

"Though, I think I can handle it fine--Cale?"

Cale averted his gaze from your skirt to look up at your face. You were staring at him with a raised eyebrow, holding a clipboard with a bunch of paper clipped to it.

'Records?' you mouthed at him, questioning him if the reason he wasn't listening to you was because he had gone into his records.

"Sorry," Cale said, not correcting you. Raon who sat next to Cale placed a paw on his lap. "Human? Are you okay?"

Cale caressed the Black Dragon's head. "I'm fine."

"O-kay." You flipped over a paper on your clipboard. "As I was saying, I'll just talk with Duke Deruth and Hans regarding the housing in the Forest of Darkness."

You sat down yourself on the other couch in front of him, leaning back, and let out a sigh. The kittens who had been sitting on that couch went up to you, meowing loudly.

You smiled, rubbing their heads and scratching behind their ears as you continued, "I didn't expect to face this issue, but I'm glad they feel safe enough to be comfortable and grow a family here."

You talked more about the rising population of the people in the Forest of Darkness meanwhile Cale was staring at your clothes.

He already knew you were someone who doesn't adhere much to this world's social norms -- a bit relieving for Cale himself, to be honest -- and that was why you sometimes dress in ways the folks here will give you a side-eye.

You were dressed in a greyish brown long-sleeved shirt tucked into your skirt. The sleeves of your shirt were bishop's with a rectangle neck cut, showing quite a bit of skin on your chest. There's a simple brown leather belt that fastened around your paneled skirt that reaches past your knees, showing the simple pair of black slip-on you're wearing.

You had been wearing a simple beige coat when you came in and had taken off, placing it on the couch before you began your report to Cale.

Cale had seen how the girls from his previous world dress with their various styles so how you dress today wasn't the issue.

It was the voices of different people in his head that seemed to be stylists the moment you had taken off your coat.

'She looks nicer than usual today,' commented the glutton. 'Back in my days, women would get shunned and probably killed for wearing stuff like that. Has society evolved this much? Good for her!'

Cale scrunched up his face. What is the gluttonous priestess saying?

'Cale, you should compliment her,' the voice of Super Rock urged him. 'She must have thought a lot about her appearance today.'

Cale frowned. You put a lot of thought into your appearance every day. You might have dressed quite simply over the years but it was because it was more practical considering what kind of party you walk around with -- had you been given the chance to be more stylish, Cale was sure you would have been the person to catch people's attention first.

Just like right now.

"Human!" Raon's voice snapped him back to reality. He looked down at the young child, raising an eyebrow to ask why he was calling for Cale.

"Is there something wrong with little [Name]? You had been looking at her weird ever since she entered."

Hong nodded. "That's right, nya!"

On stared at Cale, head tilting to the side curiously.

Their words made you frown and Cale looked up at you to see that you were looking down at your clothes, pulling on the tight shirt you had on and fixing your skirt.

"No," Cale answered, noticing that you were getting self-conscious. "You look fine, [Name]."

Cale thought about what Super Rock said and although a bit apprehensive, he decided to just follow his advice. "You... look nice."

You visibly beamed upon receiving the simple compliment and voiced out what Cale had suspected. "Thank you! I was getting a bit self-conscious because everyone had been staring at me all day."

'See?' Super Rock sounded pleased with his own advice. 'I am sure that everyone has been admiring her all day and could not say a thing.'

"You look pretty, little [Name]!" Raon complimented, which earned him a wide smile from you. "I tried my best to appear professional this time so I'm glad!"

'I would turn my head, too, so it's understandable,' the cheapskate suddenly added.

"I like your skirt," On added, patting the said clothing.

"I actually wanted to wear something shorter but couldn't find any," you continued, pulling up on your skirt a bit. You went to cross your legs, lifting the skirt a bit.

Cale heard the cheapskate again; 'I'd pay to have those thighs around my head.'

"What the fuck."

You and the kids turned to Cale, his eyes wide with shock. He was clearly appalled and your smile faded away, "Oh, I guess it wasn't really a good choice, anyways--"

"No!" Cale immediately spoke up again, realizing that you must have misunderstood. "I'm sure you would've looked nice."

Usually, he would let people think what they wanted to think, but he couldn't exactly let you think that he thought you would've looked horrible with a shorter skirt. That was going to be a blow to your self-esteem and Cale definitely didn't want you to run around thinking like that.

'Say something else!' the Sky Eating Water suddenly piped up. 'She stills looks sad!'

'Say she looks hot,' the cheapskate easily suggested. 'Girls love that.'

'You say that as if you get girls,' the thief joined in. 'Say she takes your breath away when she walked in.'

Haha. Genius, Cale thought, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.

'I know, right?!' The thief sounded pleased with their own pun.

'Oh, oh, say something about food! Or, or, wood!' The glutton wanted to think of something as well. 'Say she makes your wood--'

"No."

Cale doesn't know what she was about to say and frankly, he doesn't want to know.

"Human, you're acting weird," Raon said, concerned.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, frowning at Cale.

Cale shook his head. "Everything is fine."

'What if you say that she is an angel who has fallen to the Earth?' Super Rock added, sounding strangely invested.

'Ah! I know!' the cheapskate exclaimed. 'Say that the fire is out!'

Cale frowned. 'What...?'

'Just say it! Hurry!' urged the cheapskate.

"[Name]," Cale called for you, earning your full attention on him. "The fire is... out."

You and the kids blinked owlishly. What had possessed the man to say that? He was fine and the temperature of the room was rather low. There's no sign that a fire had happened and no furniture was singed.

'Okay, she's interested in what you're saying.' The cheapskate sounded excited. 'Now say this...'

'But you are still smoking hot.'

"But you are still smoking h--"

Cale closed his mouth the moment he realized he had automatically said what the cheapskate was saying. He saw your face seemed confused before a grin slowly appears on your face.

"Did... Did you just flirt with me?" Your face was beginning to flush red but the smug grin on your face never faltered. You were obviously a bit flustered but you were happy with it. "You think I'm smoking hot?"

Cale picked up his teacup saucer, sipping on his tea instead of answering you.

You laughed, taking it as confirmation. "Thank you."

Cale hears the voices in his mind began to cheer, the cheapskate being the loudest. 'Yeah! She likes it!'

'Mine was better.'

'I didn't think she would like such vulgar words.'

'Yours were corny.'

Raon and Hong watched the exchange between you and Cale with confusion on his face while On decided to stay quiet, pawing at your skirt.

Before anyone can open up another conversation, the door was knocked.

You stood up, walking to the door and opened it to see Ron at the other side. "Oh, Ron!"

Ron gave you a smile, noticing the wide smile on your face and the flush of your cheeks. "Miss [Name]. Are you back already from your weekly inspection?"

"Yes, I was just reporting it to Cale," you answered, walking back to the couch to gather up your things. "Though I have to leave to meet with the Duke and discuss what we should do."

"I'll see you all later, okay?" You rubbed On and Hong's head affectionately since they were closer before looking up to Raon and Cale, waving your hand. "See you later."

"Lemonade Gramps!" Raon flew over to Ron, looking utterly eager to ask something.

You glanced back at Cale before you leave the room, seeing that he was already looking at you. You let out a giggle as you remembered what happened, waving to him again before leaving.

"Lemonade Gramps, what is flirting? And what does smoking hot means?"

Hearing those words together, Ron raised an eyebrow and turned to Cale as if to question what he had been saying in front of the kids.

Raon added, "The human called little [Name] that!"

"Hoo?" Ron stared at Cale, giving the red-hair a benign smile.

Cale felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he looked down. "I-it was an accident."

"Of course, Young Master-nim. I believe you."

Ron does not believe Cale.

'Hm, so Miss [Name], huh?'