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neverending daydreams with kenma? đ«¶
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neverending daydreams
kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!
he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title â what a name.
what a burden.
âwas it bad last night?â
âno, not as bad⊠but at least it was interesting.â
âoh yeah? tell me.â
âso there was a maze, right â and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series â yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldnât wear shoes ââ
kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. theyâd been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. heâs already dreading it.
ââ and then i woke up!â
âaww⊠lame! you didnât even make out!â
your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenmaâs skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly â making out â what a thought. how gross. heâd never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.
kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth theyâd even go if you were to â
âoi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterdayâs class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.â
kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.
âhuh? you⊠donât really believe that, do you?â he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.
âwhy shouldnât i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.â
kenma blinks again, owlish, and heâs unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one thatâll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates arenât all watching him like theyâre in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.
âyeah but⊠thatâs like the oldest excuse in the book, isnât it? my dog ate my homework?â
this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldnât.
and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what heâd been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.
âah â i guess youâre right, but⊠well, if she wants to keep my notes, then thatâs fine. iâll just make another set. soâŠâ you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, âcan i borrow your notes from yesterday?â
kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive â why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with⊠with what yet, kenma isnât sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes â he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes â he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes â fine.
this might be the path of least resistance but⊠doesnât it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isnât it stunting⊠character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and youâre stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing peopleâs notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyoâs homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?
âuh⊠sure⊠i guess. if you promise to give it back.â he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.
you make a noise thatâs caught between a squeal and a squeak. itâs a happy sound, heâs sure.
âthank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise iâll give it back! and my dog doesnât eat homework â only table scraps and puppy treats â and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!â
you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didnât have to deal with all these scenarios that donât make a lick of human sense.
the next day, when you return his notes, itâs with a shy smile and that he isnât entirely sure what to make of. youâd licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before youâre disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.
he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.
it isnât until japanese literature, when heâs flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices â thereâs a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and itâs a drawing of you.
kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that itâs his heart.
thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?
he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.
treat?
he frowns. but school lunches are always free.
his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you donât look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.
his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isnât actually hunger. itâs a wanting, a thrumming wish â pressing and feverish and â he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.
treat. lunch. sometime.
sometime. but it canât be during school. then when?
kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.
oh. oh.
and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.
itâs saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if heâd accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest thatâs actually more difficult than the main storyline, because heâs almost certain that heâd never signed up for this.
cold-soba with you. alone. together.
no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.
stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it âslipâ that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when youâre on your first real date, kozume!
at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, thereâs alway snake â
âkenma-kun! hi! sorry iâm late!â
your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.
he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops â he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh â there you are. youâre standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like⊠like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. youâre lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things heâd come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but youâre also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that youâd left in his notebook.
and nervousness he understands. sweetness⊠he understands too. to a certain degree.
âno, youâre fine⊠i just got here too,â he says, and itâs a not-really-lie, because he did just get here⊠like fifteen minutes ago. but timeâs just a human construct anyway, and thereâs no point in getting caught up in the semantics.
he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.
âuh â you wannaâŠâ
you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.
she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.
âhot?â he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.
you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, youâre smiling.
âyeah, a little. itâs gonna be so gross this summer.â
âyeah, i know. i hate it already.â
he wouldâve winced if it hadnât been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadnât thought it anything strange before now â after all, isnât that what the internet says youâre supposed to do when youâre feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. onlyâŠ
is it strange that heâd chosen your laughter?
itâd been such a simple choice, so easy to make â it was everywhere, and when it wasnât there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.
sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.
âme too. i think i hate a lot of things butâŠâ you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.
kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.
the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.
by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that heâs no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, itâs no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.
âsee you on monday!â
kenma smiles, âyeah⊠sure. see you then.â
he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps â and then, you turn back around. and youâre closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, youâre falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought â the motion and e-motion of it all.
kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly⊠not.
youâd turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that thereâs still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.
and are now no longer.
and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.
three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesnât tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesnât bring games with him either.
the frozen yogurt place isnât too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.
by the time you get there, itâs getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snakeâs body without itâs tail trailing across the entire screen.
âi thought youâd only be into the kind of games with like⊠a million levels or something.â
your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.
âoops⊠sorry,â you say, looking genuinely apologetic.
âdonât be. and youâre right, i do like games with a ton of levels but⊠things like this are fun once in a while too.â
he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that itâs unclear if heâs talking about the game or⊠something else entirely.
âonly once in a while?â you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and itâs incredible, he thinks, the change a single weekâs worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first âdateâ had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one â already â has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenmaâs skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.
âwell⊠maybe â i dunnoâŠâ he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, âitâs only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?â
and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence â and is he really flirting?
you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that heâd rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body â he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.
âiâm free on saturday,â you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.
he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.
âokay then,â he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and itâs easy like this, isnât it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.
why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?
how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this â heâs sure of it now â is the entire point of the game to begin with? because donât all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this⊠unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in itâs immensity that this could be something more?
something like⊠love?
but itâs too early for that yet, and heâs getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.
he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.
and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesnât wait for you to close the gap between your bodies â he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, heâs made the decision that he doesnât want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.
so thatâs where your noses go.
the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.
you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.
there, again, another bottle-able sound.
he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.
you are breathless, and so is he.
and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.
âoi⊠oi kenma-kun?â
kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.
âh-huh?â
your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.
your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.
âdo you have notes from yesterdayâs class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.â
kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says â
âyou donât actually believe that, do you?â
#kenma kozume#kozume kenma#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#kenma x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#kenma fluff#kenma kozume fluff#kenma kozume x you#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x you#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#kenma kozume imagines#haiCUTIES#floofy floof floof#/ vibRATES EXCITEDLY#pls pls pls pls pls tell me what you thought pls i am SO CURIOUS#and also let it NEVER BE SAID i do not feed the kenma stans yall#nearly 4k words PSH#there are so many THINGS in this fic that i am happy with -- not the least the circularity and the actual prose#bc i feel like this is one of those things that bears reading twice and im not just saying that bc i want ppl to read it multiple times#im saying it bc there are so many easter eggs and self-referential bits in the fic that i feel like u would enjoy on a second read through#im just sldkfjosid over the moon about this one and i know it's not super duper polished but i dont think it needs or want to be#ANYWAY HELLO kenma is a GREAT muse yall
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WE LISTEN AND WE DONâT JUDGE : BNHA EDITION . . . mâdni. f ! reader / n!pple play / anal m4sturbation / s^x toy mention / these ones are mostly nasty i think⊠/ not proofread
FEATURING âź bakugou, denki, midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, nejire, and kirishima
bakugou katsuki âź sent you a hex code of a color and said to tell your nail tech to use that shade or the closest one. but he didnât tell you to search it up so you get a surprise. when you got home you showed it to him with the pretty jewels on it too. and he only chuckles telling you ânow we match.â and you didnât understand until you actually looked at you nails and realized it was actually the color of his tip.
kaminari denki âź woke up half asleep early in the morning and kissed you on the cheek. he knew he was naked since you guys had a âfun night.â opened the closet with closed eyes and tried to get underwear to put on (struggled) before he went down to get a drink. when you woke up you put on his shirt and went down to the kitchen. seeing him spilling juice on the counter he probably fell asleep trying to pour it and missed the glass (it was half empty). not until you looked down to see him wearing your undies thatâs almost too tight. didnât realize it after you hugged him from behind, getting him to wake up and look down on your hands, and the pretty bear pattern on his ass.
midoriya izuku âź got curious about anal but didnât wanna ask you flat out if you wanted to try. but then he started overthinking it and thought itâd probably hurt. got too curious and searched it up and tried doing it on himself with his fingers and you get home catching him with two fingers in his own ass. âi-i was thinking of you!â âyeah no shit.â
todoroki shouto âź you were doing temperature play, just wanted to try something new. you had an ice cube in between your lips and youâre dragging it along his body. he shuddered when you placed it on his nipples. circling around and letting it stay on the tip of his bud. your hands were also ice cold since you had a bowl of ice just for this. had him whimpering the whole time when you jerked him off. now he canât cum anymore without you playing with his nipplesâand thatâs okay!
tamaki amajiki âź you got him a polaroid camera so he could take pictures of whatever he liked. ended up taking photos of you and placed his favorite ones in his wallet. now currently in a restaurant about to pay for the bill when he went out to dinner with nejire and mirio. whipping out his wallet from his pocket to pay for his share and a photo of you falls out. âoh itâs y/n!â nejire says excitedly. tamaki was about to take it when he realizes which photo it was but he was too slow. nejireâs face instantly grimaces and gives it back to himâshoving it to his chest. âwhat was it?â mirio asks but she shakes her head not wanting to reveal it. tamaki apologizes profusely, face red and embarrassed . letâs just say the photo wasnât very wholesome.
hado nejire âź you were roommates and she saw your vibrator on the floor. it looked identical to a back massager she saw online that looked like it felt good and decided to give it a try until you had to explain what it was. both of you were really embarrassed after but she offered to eat you out after though! ended up becoming her girlfriend since then.
kirishima eijiro âź you invited todoroki to eat dinner in your shared home with eijiro since he just moved into your neighborhood. you came home and called for your boyfriend while todoroki was just behind waiting for him. he comes out in just an apron and youâre all frozen in shock. he wanted to plan a âsweet surpriseâ but you didnât give him a heads for the plans you made. dinner was moved the next night because eijiro was too embarrassed and todoroki felt like he didnât want to âintrudeâ any longer.
do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works
note : i donât know what to say about this itâs rlly just for fun and thought about on the spot >< also pls send me thirsts i am losing ideas!!!!!
#bnha smut#mha smut#my hero academia smut#bakugou smut#bakugo smut#kirishima smut#todoroki smut#midoriya smut#izuku smut#deku smut#nejire smut#denki smut#kaminari smut#tamaki smut#ኟ֎â â€ïž by cola
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bitches always are knocking on my bedroom door and then immediately trying to open it. I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO TELL YOU COME IN OR NOT YET STOP THAT
#like thankfully rn my door is locked bc i just woke up from my nap#so iâm in my Sleep Attire (underwear) and if the door was unlocked i wouldâve SCREAMED#but itâs fine it was locked so theyâre gonna assume iâm asleep which is totally fine by me i donât wanna talk to anyone in my house rn thank#u very much xoxoxoxoxo let me wake up first#i hate when they donât text me after they donât get in my room too like lmk you tried to come in here and tell me what u wanted bc i want to#knowwwwwww like i am curious of what u thought was important pls and thanks bug usually nobody tells me why they tried coming to see me afte#after* and iâm like okayyyyâŠâŠ..WHY
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yandere stanley and stanford pines somno thoughts :)
18+!!!
tw // somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, drugging, pls lmk if i missed any tags
sorry thereâs a read more link, this one is a little intense so⊠mind the tws and tags plsđ„°đ„°
stan is not sneaky or quiet going into your room. he thinks heâs being quiet, but heâs not. after a couple times, he stops bothering. like it clicked for him that it doesnât matter if you do wake up cuz either way youâre in his home and thereâs no way out. no amount of screaming will save you either, like the shack is out in the woods.
the first time wasnât on purpose, it was a heatwave and stan woke up around 2 am not being able to go back go sleep in the heat. sooo he goes to ur room to check on you, yk to see if youâve fallen asleep yet or if ur awake like him. heâd go into your room and see the 4 different standing fans he bought for you turned on, and also see that youâre only sleeping in your underwear. the heat was killing you, so obviously you had to strip. immediately stanâs next to your bed, hand slowly messaging your naked chest. you moan a little in your sleep and stan takes that as a sign that youâre literally begging for him. like moaning??? in your sleep??? ok SLUT. same thing next evening, except stan goes farther. and like heâs been out of the game for so long yk so heâs just curious. and like itâs not his fault you were tempting him, heâs an old man. he takes a couple risks: kissing you, pushing a couple fingers into your mouth or hole to see how much of him you could take. by day 3, heâll see that your body is being conditioned to respond to his touch and heâs actually gonna lose it.
your eyes flutter open, a moan falling from your lips, as you feel something press against your heat. âhey there, dollface.â stan grins at you and you jolt awake, trying to move away.
âstan, donât! get-â
stan grabs your waist and pulls you back, cutting you off, âno point in trying to run, baby.â he flips you over, pushing your face into the pillow. he gets to his knees and pushes into you, stopping to feel the melting heat.
âs-stan p-pleaseâ you moan, muffled by the pillow.
âplease what, sugar.â stan grins as you try to move your hips. he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you arch to look at him.
âplease, please keep goingâ
ford is the sorta the opposite of stan like he couldve been doing this to you for months and you wouldve never known. like he definitely crushes up some sleeping pills into your food when youâre not looking. he knows what heâs doing is wrong and knows he should stop, but he canât help it, youâre just so beautiful.
i feel like first time it happened, it was probably when you fell asleep in his lab. you had stayed with him to do some research and when you fell asleep, he decided to carry you to bed. the warmth of your body against his was enough to get him flustered, but when he laid you down, he took the opportunity to press a kiss to your mouth. and dude⊠he was immediately devastatingly horny like one kiss almost took him out. he definitely booked it out of your room out of embarrassment (even though you werenât conscious to see) after this, he didnât make eye contact with you or talk to you for a couple days. you end up confronting him about it and instead of telling you his feelings, he decided that he should just drug you to keep using you without having to vulnerable.
i feel like every time he does this, even if youâre not awake, heâs apologizing to you and making sure that you cum too. like he feels sooo bad for doing this to you, but like the guilts not gonna stop him. the only reason you ever realized is cuz he fucked up on the pills and you woke up to him pounding into you like a rabbit.
âf-ford, get off me.â you could feel every inch of him as he held you close. you try to push him off you, but instead he folds you in half, legs hooking his shoulders.
in this position, you could hardly think or breathe, he went deep and hard into you. as he gets quicker, he starts to mumble into your ear, âi canât stop, i-iâm sorry, iâm s-so sorry.â he bites into your shoulder and you moan. âyou just feel so good.â
for both ford and stan, once you wake up to them using you and you end up not telling anyone what happened, theyâll take that as a green light to keep doing this to you. and then it evolves from at night while youâre sleeping to the afternoon in a public mall bathroom.
(i kinda want to write about that now⊠but also⊠tutor!ford x reader⊠stan x babysitter!reader⊠im thinking thoughtsâŠ)
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One happy marriage.
Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader
Summary: the reader lies about something important and finally breaks down to tell her husband about it.
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"I have started our marriage with the most audacious lie, Benedict!"
He looked up from his sketchbook with a curious look, "Whatever are you talking about, my dear?"
Y/N covered her mouth with a quiet sob. The lie was eating at her every day and she knew sooner or later the truth would reveal itself. Too bad she revealed it on her own.
Benedict frowned and stood quickly. He raced towards her and sat down cautiously on the sofa next to her. One arm gently pulled her to him, "Darling? I'm sure whatever it is can be forgiven."
She shook her head quickly and spoke through hiccups, "NoâŠ. It's unspeakable. Pl⊠please don't leave me."
This started to worry the poor man.
His hands gently ran up and down her arms, "I promise you, my dear. Whatever has happened, we will be as we are now."
She pulls away from him and wipes her eyes. "I am so sorry, Benedict."
He felt his heart break at the sight of her tears and pleads. "You must tell me what has troubled you this badly."
She shakes her head again, "I don't know if I can."
Benedict sighs.
He was a Bridgerton. And Bridgertons are nothing if not stubborn.
He gently takes her face in his hands. "How then, darling, am I to help fix this issue if I do not know of it?"
She stared up at him. How could she deny him? He was her heart. "I⊠I have lied to you so dreadfully."
He nods in thought, "Alright?"
She takes a deep breath, "I am an artist."
Benedict's head tilts. "Oh."
She looks up at him to gauge his reaction. "When we were courting, you asked if I was an artist. I said no. I⊠I lied to you."
He nods again with his lips in a tight line, "Yes. So you did."
She felt awful.
Silence fell over the two before Benedict broke it, "And your work?"
Her head perked up. "My work?"
He gave a slight smirk, "Yes, my dear, your work."
She nodded, "The⊠the paintings in the parlor⊠I lied. I do not collect them⊠I ma... I made all of those."
Benedict smiled widely. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward and kissed the crown of her head, "I know."
She stiffened. "What?"
He leaned back and his smile only grew, "I knew, darling. I've always known. I was waiting for you to tell me."
Now it was her turn to feel a bit speechless.
Benedict continued, "I understand why you lied. Those pieces are gorgeous, and the last thing you wanted was your courter... well... your husband... to feel⊠lowly of his own work-"
"-but your work is lovely, Ben." She quickly interrupted.
"Ah, yes, but not like yours, my dear."
"But how did you know?"
He shrugged, "John Marques is not a real painter." He leaned close to her ear, "And yet, his name is on every plaque in the house."
She let out a laugh so happy, Benedict swore he had never heard one that matched.
She jumped into his lap and held him close.
And he was beyond happy to hold her so near.
He pulled away just to kiss her.
They could feel each other's smiles as their lips pressed together.
She broke away, just close enough to feel his breath on her lips, "And you truly aren't upset at me?"
He laughed, "How could I be? My very own wife, a most talented painter? How on earth could I ever be upset? I'm the happiest husband in the ton!"
Two artists make one happy marriage.
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THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY'RE IN LOVE ÖŽ àŁȘđ€
featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji, toji fushiguro x reader
warnings. cursing, college! au, toji being a single father during his second term of uni (i searched that most japanese college uses 2 terms or trimester system / 3 terms, 1 term of uni in japan is around 15 weeks apparently) -> please tell me if i get this wrong.
note. omg, for the anons who have sent in requests to me, i apologize if these came out before your requests did, i'm trying to empty out my drafts :( but pls note that i am not ignoring your requests at all, it will be written, i promise <;33
GOJO SATORU
when he finds himself checking his phone countless of times, waiting for your message
i promise you, you both started out as work partners in one of your lectures. the two of you were complete strangers to each other â he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. but, either way, the two of you had to get to know each other because this was a crucial grade to pass this lecture.
gojo never thought about having feelings towards you, his work partner. he thought to himself, he'd just get this work done, pass this lecture, and never see you again.
but fate is a funny thing.
the way you made him feel like he wasn't just special because of his face, but his heart too. whereas most people in campus would consider him the pretty boy who could go head-to-head with the hottest celebrities â they just think of him as a pretty boy. and gojo would just go along with them, he gets used to it.
but you? you didn't consider him special at all. although, you did make him feel special the way other people can't.
gojo deep down, knows he was fucked up the moment he finds himself checking his phone to see if you'd reply to his messages, and when you do, he gets so happy. gojo was never a fast responder to everyone â because he practically receives the same kind of messages, "gojo hang out with us", "gojo go out with me", "gojo i like you".
but with you? he won't waste a second at all. even if sometimes you didn't reply as fast as he does, because you are a busy person in campus. you'll work on that after you both started dating, i promise.
SUKUNA RYOMEN
when you stood up for him when nobody would.
sukuna, how do i say this? not everyone is fond of him, people are scared of him â they talk shit behind his back, and don't dare to approach him. people dreaded when they have to be in the same group with him, despite the fact that he actually works; they still think he's a bad person.
"you guys are talking shit to a person who's in our group, if you want to say something to him, have the balls to say it to his face. and while he's here, why don't you tell him about it?" you tell the two people who were sitting beside you, who had been talking in whispers about how they were unlucky to be grouped up with sukuna.
and sukuna? he could honestly care less, he'd gotten used to those kind of things anyway. but when you actually stood up for him, he could only look at you with an amused smile.
he's definitely curious about you after that day â he has pride. and he'd never admit that he's actually pretty thankful that you, the first person to stand up for him, actually did what you did. because now people are a little terrified of being told off by you.
sukuna finally sucks it up at the end of the semester and tries to talk to you. yes, it took him the whole semester to talk to you, asking you for your number, and then thanking you for what you did because nobody has ever done that before to him.
ITADORI YUUJI
when you went all out to tutor him so he'd pass his lectures, teaching him patiently when he doesn't understand something.
yuuji hates studying. and when his lecturer asked you to tutor him, he feels extremely bad for you â he feels that he'd just going to waste your time tutoring him, when he knows that he's going to fail this one subject.
but when you reassured him, and encouraged him. saying that you will do anything to teach him so that he could pass, he gets a little emotional at the thought. you both were just mere classmates, and he barely knows you, vice versa.
when he doesn't understand a topic, he gets so frustrated at himself for not being able to understand it. but you, you were very patient with the male, reassuring him that you had the time to teach him over so that he will be able to understand the said topic.
and when he does finally understand, he gets so happy. he started looking forwards to your tutoring sessions, and like everyone said: if you enjoy something, it passes by quickly. and it's true, yuuji feels like time went by in a flash, and the exams soon started.
he passed with flying colors, he makes sure that you know about his grades â and points out that without you, he wouldn't be able to pass. yuuji, gets a little upset when he realizes that if the exams are over, you had no more tutoring sessions with him; which meant no more conversations.
so he has to ask you out right then, he didn't want to just return as mere classmates. he wanted to be more than that.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
when you didn't care about his shitty reputation of being a single father while still being on the second term of uni.
being a single parent is hard enough. not to mention, in university. not married, with a baby itself gets a lot of unwanted (negative) attention â toji, who once failed to get a babysitter on a weekday, and so he had to bring his eight month old son to class.
his sonâmegumiâ was a calm baby, thankfully. the young one didn't cry or babble during lectures, and he just slept through it. toji was a little relieved to say the least, but ever since people find out about him being a single father to an eight month old baby, a lot of assumptions and words have gone around.
toji hated group works, especially when he has to pick the group himself. people didn't want a single father to be in their group, they assumed that the male would focus on his baby and ends up deserting the group work.
so when that particular day where he has to bring megumi to campus, strapped on a baby carrier on his chest. his lecturer just had to give out a partner work, and to add the cherry on top; the lecturer left the class to choose their own partner. so the male sat on his place, a pencil in between his nose and upper lip as he puckered them lightly â hearing his classmates choosing each other.
he figured that he could just do this and get the grade himself, solo. but when you came up and slipped into the seat next to him, he was of course surprised.
you asked him if he would like to partner up with you for this work, and after a few seconds, he accepted your offer.
toji knew it was getting bad when you didn't care about what people say about you getting close to him. just by choosing him for this work made your reputation falter a bit, and he was honestly ready for you to back out of the partner work.
but you didn't, and he knew it's bad for him, his feelings, and his heart.
the way you treated him and megumi like they're both normal (which they are normal humans), and the way you always make him feel included makes his heart race. sometimes, when he fails to look for a babysitter when you both are working for this project, you tell him he didn't have to since megumi is a calm baby.
he finds himself in awe when baby megumi plays with you during both of your little meet ups outside of class to do the project. he's in love.
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I hope its not much to ask but any chance you can make an Irene short pls? Her photos for her upcoming photobook is driving me nuts lol especially the one where shes lying sideways and looking at the tv.
You close the door behind you, take your shoes off and walk into the living room.
"You are still up?"
The love of your life lies on the couch in your shared apartment, watching TV. The room is just as dark as the night outside. You hesitate to switch on the lights, the blue shine of the screen illuminating your wife's gorgeous face.
"Of course I am."
It took her a moment to tear her eyes off the screen. But once she looks at you, her face grows softer.
"I always wait for you, when you work late."
"Yeah."
You lose your words, when you realize what Irene is wearing. Several years of marriage and you still can't help but feel like a stupid teenager when she looks this fantastic.
As she gets off the couch, the white shirt or dress slips down her frame. You can't really tell if it's your shirt or her dress, which she brought a couple of weeks ago. It's still dark. But you are disappointed nonetheless. It hides the beautiful curves of her hips.
"I left some of the food in the fridge, if you want me to heat it up for you?"
"I love you."
She smiles back at you, tiptoeing her way around the couch.
"Love you too."
She gives you a peck on your lips, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Once you are inside the bedroom, you quickly get rid off your suit and change into something more comfortable. After a quick stop at the bathroom, you enter the kitchen.
Your wife has already finished reheating the food she made.
"Thank you."
You lean over the kitchen table, kissing Irene's forehead.
"I'm just making sure you are not going to bed hungry."
You shake your head with a big smile on your face as you sit down in front of the meal.
What did you do in your past life to deserve such a woman like her? Caring, beautiful, loving, gorgeous, funny...
The list goes on and on.
As you reach for your fork, the dim light of the fridge makes the golden wedding ring on your finger shine. Irene wanted a fridge with a window in it, so it would be easier for her to see what she needs to buy, without having to open it everytime. Her own ring reflects the blue light as well.
How lucky are you? How is it possible that you are the man who was able to put that ring on her finger?
While you enjoy the food she made, you notice Irene looking at you. Her chin resting on her hand, her elbow on the table. A dreamy smile plays around her lips as she watches you eat.
"Do you have work tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday, silly."
"Right."
Irene giggles as you focus back on your food.
"I thought we could do something together. Something in the city."
"What exactly?"
Irene leans a little forward, visibly excited and curious.
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
She pouts at you, leaning back a little.
"Is the cake already gone?"
You notice she didn't give you any as you reach the end of your meal. You don't have to tell her you enjoyed it. She knows it. She watched you the whole time.
"Well..."
Your wife gets off her chair and walks around the table.
"The cake is gone,"
She is now standing next to you, her hand resting on your shoulder. Irene leans down a little to whisper into your ear.
"but I'm sure we can find you something delicious to eat."
Irene kisses you right next to your ear, before walking into the bedroom. You look after her, watching how she moves with grace.
After quickly finishing the meal and putting away the dishes, you arrive at the bedroom door.
Irene is lying on the bed, her head resting on her hand again. She looks at you. But this time it's different. Gone is the loving, caring look she so often wears. It's replaced by a darker, almost evil stare. Her teeth slightly bite into her lower lip as she sees you standing in the doorway.
"Time for dessert, baby."
Despite her whispering, you can clearly hear her voice, dripping with lust.
You immediately get onto the foot of the bed. Grabbing her luscious thighs with your hands, you pull Irene closer. She is moaning already, knowing what's to come.
As you lean down, you suddenly realize that the pantyhose she is wearing is blocking your access. As if she read your mind, your wife shakes her head.
"Don't tear it open again. I have to buy a new one almost weekly."
"Now I know how you spend all my money."
Before she can protest, you rip the thin fabric apart. The loud tearing sound fills your bedroom for just a moment.
"Fuck."
Irene's head sinks into the pillow at your actions. Everytime you do this, she realizes she can just buy a new one.
Pulling her black panties to the side, you are greeted with her pink pussy. It's a meal you have had every day for the last years. A meal you can never grow tired of.
"Oh gosh, baby."
Irene moans as you tease her by kissing and licking her thighs. But when you are so close to her, you can't keep it up for long. Your kisses start to circle around her pussy. You tighten it further and further, until your lips finally meet her clit.
A loud whine echoes through the room. You can tell that Irene is biting her lips, trying to prevent louder sounds from escaping her mouth.
You indulge in your favorite meal. Your favorite dessert. Her most intimate part is yours.
Years of marriage have taught you everything you need to know about your wife. That includes her body. What she feels like, wherever you touch her. How she feels when you touch her. How to touch her. It's all in your mind. As if you wrote a book or painted a map. You know every inch of her skin like it's your own.
Small and quick kisses on her clit make Irene sigh and tug at her own hair her with her hand. Licks along her folds make her whimper, almost shake in anticipation. Burying your tongue inside her snatch makes her moan. Your hands on her thighs, massaging them, makes her melt.
The combination of all of the above makes sure that you give Irene the time of her life. Her flawless body is hit by wave after wave of pleasure. Her mouth can't seem to close and her hand eventually finds your head.
As she pushes you down, her nails digging into your scalp, you know that Irene is trying to fight a lost battle. A battle you've already won. From the moment you first placed your hands on her thighs a couple of minutes ago.
And the sound of victory is your wife's high pitched cry. Irene reaches her high, her mind going blank as her body betrays her. She has no control over it as she squirms and shakes on the sheets. Her wet pussy is dripping with her juices, leaving a wet spot on the sheets beneath her. Well, more like a puddle.
While she still rides out her orgasm, you plant kisses on her clit, almost apologetically.
With her taste still lingering on your lips, you quickly rid yourself of your clothing. Irene's chest rises and falls as she takes heavy breaths.
"Honey..."
She looks up at you. No other words are needed to express her gratitude, her satisfaction, her longing. Her eyes sparkle with lust as she silently begs you to fuck her.
Knowing how wet Irene becomes after her first orgasm, you align yourself with her snatch without any further preparation. You don't have time for that anyway. Her pussy captivates you, every time you catch a glimpse of it.
"Oh, god!"
Irene moans loudly as you push inside of her. Your hands on her thighs push them apart a little, making sure you have one of the most beautiful views anyone could have.
Your wife's gorgeous face twists in pleasure as you start to fuck her. Slow and deep at first, making her gasp, everytime you hit her cervix.
The lewd sounds her mouth makes eventually coax you into thrusting harder and faster. Irene's moans become louder, her thighs are a little shakey once more.
"You're so tight, baby."
You can't help but praise your wife. She is everything a guy would want in a partner and so much more. And her insides are no exception. The way her walls wrap around you, whenever you thrust into her. The way she squeezes your cock, making sure you feel just as good as she does.
The two of you quickly lose track of time. It was already late when you got home. Both of you were already tired from the long day. But this gives you new energy. New passion.
"More, baby."
Irene moans into your ear as she tears open old scratches on your back.
By now you've carried her to the window after finally undressing her completely. The torn pantyhose lying somewhere on the floor. Her bare back is pushed flat against the cold glass, causing goosebumps to cover her skin. Her legs are wrapped around your waist as you keep pounding into her with hard thrusts.
You kiss Irene's neck, making her moan even louder as you find her soft spot with ease. Her walls clench down on your cock at the same time. A not so silent battle about who makes the other person lose first. And losing is not bad at all. By no means. Losing has only one single outcome. Which is, cuming inside your wife. Something you would gladly do the entire day if you could. Something you did do every day, the entire day, when you were on your honeymoon.
"Babe..."
You gladly admit defeat as you keep pushing inside of your wife.
"Yes, baby. M-Me too..."
You feel Irene's walls squeezing and contracting around you. You plan on holding on throughout her orgasm, but you both know it's not meant to be.
With small "Love you"'s and kisses, the both of you cum at the same time. You feel yourself getting drained by Irene's contracting walls as she feels your load painting her insides. The two of you keep hugging each other in a tight embrace as you ride out your climaxes. Irene's usual squirming and shaking is reduced to a twitching of her stomach and abs, which welcome your cum inside her belly.
"I can't wait for another girl."
You chuckle into her neck.
"That's how you spend all my money."
She grins into yours, peppering your skin with kisses.
"Four times is the charm."
After showering together, you open the door at the end of the hallway. Both beds are occupied with two small figures, visibly sleeping. You kiss them both on their foreheads, before entering the room on the right. Your oldest is sound asleep too. She almost looks exactly like her mother.
"Sleep tight."
You whisper, before joining your wife in your bed.
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Thank you for reading everyone!
I hope you guys enjoyed. I'm working on the next pieces, so stay tuned.
This got a little longer than I expected it to be. (As always)
I had to wait for the bus a little longer than usual, so I thought I would give this a shot.
Stay healthy!
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some angst with joost (with an happy ending pls)
A/n: I can actually write something over 1k words? Also I think the end is poorly written, so bear with me. xdd
Where have you been?
Joost Klein x fem!reader
English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.
Warnings: maybe some abandon issues (I'm really bad at this..)
Wc: 1253
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Joost was locked in his room all day. You didn't blame him. He was gaining popularity and he was doing everything he could to make the most of it. But you also were scared for him. These last few days were a lot.Â
He was stressed and you just wanted to help him. To give him some break from work. But he didn't want one.
"Joost? I made you some tea." You said and opened the door from his work room. He didn't say anything, he was still staring at the same spot on his computer. You didn't know if he was ignoring you or if he was really that busy with work.
You put the cup down on his desk and came behind him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He still said nothing.Â
"How is it going Joost?" You asked, truly curious about his work.Â
"Good." He replied, it was short and without any sweet playfulness that you loved.Â
"That's good." You whispered, with a small smile that was more forced than happy. He was just busy with work, you were repeating in your head, all and all over again.
"Do you wanna..." you began, "maybe, take a little pause from work?" You felt him tense up under your hands just as you finished.Â
"Y/n, I have some work to do, can you stop?" Joost angrily remarked.Â
"I didn't mea-" you didn't even finish the sentence, as Joost turned around and pulled out of your embrace. His face and eyes were hard, he was really mad.
"I told you to stop bothering me." He spatted at you. "Don't you have anything to do? Or bother?" The more he continued, the more it hurt.Â
Inside of your head, you began to panic. What have you done? What were you going to do now?Â
You didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked down and slowly left the room, softly closed the door behind you.
Why would he do that? You just wanted him to take a break, nothing more. Were you really that annoying?Â
You made your way out of the house, leaving all things behind. Including your bag, phone and most importantly a keys.Â
You had to clean your head. You didn't really realised you were crying till you touched your face. Where am I going? You thought, you just simply didn't know anything right now.
And the fact that it was getting darker as night approached, didn't help much. You made your way to the nearest park where you and Joost, from time to time, spent some moments together. You sat down on the bench, and just looked around.
You were enjoying the quiet atmosphere around you, but your thoughts were traitorous. Telling you all the bad things, even though they weren't true and real, only you were real, right now, at this moment.
As the night came, you still sat at the same place. You were playing with the rings on your fingers, as the cold slowly started to absorb you whole.Â
And then you heard it. The soft call. Someone was calling you, your name.
"Y/n!"
Where was it coming from? Who was calling you?Â
"Y/n, where are you!"Â
It was getting closer. He was getting closer. Joost. You could say something, anything, but you had no strength to do that. You lowered your head back down, doing nothing.
"Y/n-" Joost stopped in mid sentence as he saw you sitting all alone on the bench. He ran to you and as soon as he stood in front of you, he slowly crouched down and put his hands on your knees, where you were playing with your fingers.
"Hey..." Joost whispered, but now it was you who were silent. You didn't even look at him.
"I-I, I'm-m-" he was struggling to somehow put the whole sentence together.Â
"I-i'm sorry Y/n. I'm so s-sorry." He began and looked down on the ground. "I shouldn't have yelled and been mean to you, it wasn't fair...to you, you were just trying to help me." As he continued, he put his head on your knees, you felt him shaking and your heart broke a little, but he hurt you.
But he also knew about your traumas. You told him how you can't handle it mentally when someone yells at you, and he promised you to never do that, just to break that promise.Â
"I'm so sorry Y/n. I really am." Joost whispered. âI was just stressed a-and I know that it doesn't change anything I said, but I'm still so sorry."
He broke in front of you. Crying by your legs.
"Can you say something...?" He whispered. And then he felt as you took your hands away from his own and he feared the worst. He didn't want to hear it, to go through another loss of someone he loves, but now just because of his stupidity.
He wrapped his arms around your legs, now wanting to let you go. But what he didn't expect was you to put your hands in his soft, blonde hair and started massaging his scalp.
"I forgive you." You whispered. Joost raised his head and looked you in your eyes with his red ones from crying. It took him some time to realize what he'd done, and when he went to apologize, you were nowhere to be found.
This panic that washed over him, he didn't feel it for a long, long time. When he tried to call you, he heard your phone ring in the kitchen, where you left it, along with other stuff he knew you wouldn't leave the house without.Â
So he went searching for you, and all the places you could have been. He was also asking other people if they saw you, but they didn't. His last hope was a park. It was where you met. You were there, and when he saw you, he felt like he could finally breathe again.
"You...forgive me?" Joost couldn't help, but ask. His arms lose a bit around your legs, but it was still strong enough to keep you in place.Â
"I forgive you." You repeated and took his face in your hands."I know you have it hard right now, but I just, I don't know...got scared a-and left. I shouldn't have done that. To scare you like that too." You felt his fresh tears as you spoke to him. He was really scared you would leave him too.
"I should be the one apologizing to you." Joost's voice cracked and then he kissed your palm. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" He asked with his crystal blue eyes.Â
That question made you panic. "No, of course not. I could never." He is the love of your life, you couldn't just leave him.
"Let's just go home. I'm really cold." He stood up and pulled you in a hug. He didn't care about anything as long as you were with him, in his arms. Joost was repeatedly kissing the top of your head, with one hand in your hair and the other around you.
You heard him keep muttering how sorry he was, but you already forgave him. Now he just needed to forgive himself.Â
"Here, take my jacket." He said and took his jacket off as he let you go. As soon as you had it around you, he took your hand back in his and together you made your way home.
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Part 2? Idk...any ideas?
Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!
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they ask, "do you have a man?"
alternatively: canât be discreet to save anyoneâs life
in which everyone is curious why the grid princess is still single despite instagram posts from them seem to be giving out another narrative
(series masterlist)
logansargeant posted on their story!
alexalbon ur never beating the dating allegations if u keep posting shit like this i fear
kidy/n omg i look so slay in that dress
logansargeant ugh youâre so right bb
lilymhe i need to know where she got this i fear đ
logansargeant she said she will text you like a true girls girl âđŒ
lilymhe ugh im in love with her
user1 gonna need you guys to announce youâre dating actually
user2 posting this and denying every dating allegation is actually crazy
user3 what if i jump in front of a moving train???
user4 such a boyfriend coded story from someone whoâs not her boyfriend
kidy/n posted on their story!
oscarpiastri HAVING FUN WHILE I AM IN MELBOURNE I SEE.
kidy/n is there ever a day u wake up n ur not an outright hater?
oscarpiastri no cause you guys are hanging out without so that really fuels my ability to hate
kidy/n u got ur own gf mate, spend time with her?? >:(
oscarpiastri SHE IS LITERALLY WITH YOU RN TAKING THIS PICTURE
sebastianvettel this doesnât scream ânot datingâ to the rest of the world btw
kidy/n ugh nobody will know grandpa
sebastianvettel wow hater alert
georgerussell63 still not dating i presume? đ€š
kidy/n no sir
georgerussell63 i smell a big fat lie i fear
user5 IS THAT LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT QUEEN?
user6 pls stop lying to the world and just kiss after a race đđŒđđŒ
user7 and why exactly is he nOt the one pushing u in a kart??
kidy/n
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oscarpiastri having fun without me should be a crime tbh
sebastianvettel this is why u werenât answering ur phone?? âčïž
lilyzneimer photo credits where? đ
kidy/n omg so trueeeeee iâm sorry i forgot
charles_leclerc making the uk look fun is a magic power
maxverstappen1 i heard the uk is only fun cause y/n lives there
landonorris whatâs all this slander???
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logansargeant the only problem living with your best friend is that every night is party night
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kidy/n why are u telling people weâre alcoholics
oscarpiastri first you move in together, and now youâre not even inviting me to drink???
lilyzneimer cant believe i scored an invitation and u didnt
oscarpiastri wtf
kidy/n lol tough life oscar
user8 wow i thought they lived with oscar ngl
oscarpiastri ugh i wish
user9 why would he? heâs got a girlfriend
user10 really not dating?
sebastianvettel not sure how to feel about this
user11 them actually not being romantically involved is my roman empire
user12 in one universe, theyâve GOT to be dating
user13 it HAS TO BE THIS UNIVERSE PLEASE PLEASE PL
kidy/n so based
user13 wait i
formula1 drink safely pls đ (iâm begging for an invite)
logansargeant only if u pay for the alcohol
williamsracing not very family friendly of u ngl
kidy/n im sorry williams i tried to stop him âčïž
williamsracing its only ok bc its u
logansargeant ?
kidy/n posted on their story!
logansargeant wowwww look at you go bb!! so pretty!!!
kidy/n ehheheheehhe
oscarpiastri wow busy girl
sebastianvettel and kristen approved of this!!?!?
kidy/n WDYM SHE GOT ME THE ON THE PODCAST
sebastianvettel oh ok. youre just kinda wild lately idk
kidy/n whats that supposed to mean
sebastianvettel đ€·đŒââïž
maxverstappen1 the uggs are a no from me
kidy/n ok red bull merch lover
âthank you so much for being on the show,â hannah smiles into the mic. âiâm shocked to even receive the email from your pr manager, actually.â
âno, yeah,â she grins, nails pressed against her lips, biting down on the bottom. sheâs never actually been on a podcast before. âwe were talking about making an appearance somewhere, but iâm kinda - very - intimidated by men. i chose this podcast specifically.â
âoh, you know of our existence,â emma gushes, giggling slightly. âwe feel so honoured. thank you so much.â
âhonestly, iâm always around men,â she laughs, scrunching her nose. âi live with a man. so being around women is always a very nice change.â
âright, you recently moved in with logan sargeant in the uk,â hannah points out. âif you donât mind me asking, how did that decision come about? because youâre really good friends with oscar piastri as well, how come he doesnât live with you guys?â
âoh, thatâs an interesting point,â emma frowns. âi never thought of that.â
âyeah, so growing up oscar and logan actually stayed with my family on and off just because theyâve got brothers and sisters that their parents would have to attend to back home,â she recalls out loud, remembering the sleepovers theyâve spend in the living room with her siblings. âi think when i was⊠like 15, oscar was 16, and logan was 17, obviously.
i think my sister and i had a really bad fight that turned the house upside down. i mentioned that i couldnât wait to move out and never speak to her again â i was very overdramatic as a teen. and they were like âyeah, thatâs a good idea! we should get a place!ââ
âoh, so you didnât even propose the idea of living together?â
âexactly! they just love inviting themselves to be a part of my life. theyâve got cars while i donât, so thatâs a big plus,â she laughs. âthen, well, oscar met lily when he was 18 and they got an apartment together after oscar landed reserve driver for alpine. which then left logan and i to kinda figure things out. then, we both landed a contract to race in the 2023 season and both our racing headquarters are in uk, luckily. so we made the decision to move in together earlier this year.â
âso oscar bailed!â
âthatâs okay,â she scoffs, waving off the hostâs concern. âwe live pretty close by, so lily and oscar are always at our place anyway.â
âso, i totally donât wanna get into it. but like, girl to girl,â hannah grins giddily. âand i promise weâll get into the racing stuff in a bit, but iâm just curious.â
âitâs okay because i like you guys,â she jokes. âask away.â
âthereâs a lot of speculation that you and logan seem to be too close to just be best friends,â hannah explains. âand itâs seemed to be a trend since you were in f2 together, so i just wanna ask you if⊠wellâŠâ
she smiles. this isnât exactly the first time sheâs heard that. while they preferred to keep their relationship under wraps for several reasons, her and logan arenât very discreet either.
there are pictures on the internet, after races where they head to weigh-in together with logan holding her things, laughing as they walk, which is normal. but there are also a couple of pictures where they were caught with loganâs hand on her cheek, or of them walking in the paddocks with her hands wrapped around his arm.
sheâs not shocked that people talk about their relationship, but more shocked that everyone seems to shrug it off as them being really good friends.
âweâre actually not romantically involved at all,â she lies, though her cheeks flush up at the thought of her boyfriend. âi think we met really early on in life so weâre super comfortable with each other.â
âso, youâre setting the record straight. you donât have a man.â
she nods firmly. âi donât have a man. not planning to get one â iâve just been really busy with my career. if anything, logan is my stand-in date for every event.â
âthatâs true friendship if iâve ever seen one.â
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Hi first of all i just want to say that I love your fics and second may I request a flirty workaholic reader x cale where the reader is isekaid to lofcf and told cale about it so the reader became the right hand person of cale who loves flirting with him anytime anywheređđđ€Łđ€Ł but the story focuses on cale being curious how will the reader act to other people who is not part of the calefam, just someone who is a stranger. So he then disguises himself as a stranger to meet with the reader (who is experiencing day off the first time since becoming a servant because she argues that seeing cale's face, serving and flirting with him is what she considers as rest but the others didn't allow it this time since they are worried and tired of always seeing the reader work)
Then the reader 'accidentaly' bumped into disguised cale whose name is Bob and they became friends so nowadays the reader will set a little bit of their time once a week to meet with her new friend and cale is becoming jealous of his disguised self because the reader is always telling him about what she and 'Bob' does with so much joy in her eyes
Best Friend Bob - Cale/Reader
notes: thank you for liking my fics! Also, I'm not that versed in writing flirty personalities so I'm sorry if its bad huhu
tags: female reader, assistant reader, fluff, they didn't get together in the end sorry, but you can imagine that they did
English isnât my first language so there will be grammatical errors
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Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome
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âYouâre sending me away? Do you not want to play with me anymore cutie?â
Cale grimaces at his fellow transmigratorâs words. He should be used to the flirting right now but for some reason, he still isnât.
âItâs been years since you had a day off. You still work even when everyone is slacking off.â
âJust looking at your face is enough rest for me.â
_____ winked at him and Cale turned away.
âAnyways take this time to explore or something.â
âYou wound me, but since you insistâŠâ
With that _____ takes a day off for the first time since she transmigrates into this world.
âWhat am I even supposed to do the whole day?â
_____ has always been an introvert and a home person even before she got sucked into this novel. Sure, at first she was curious about her new surroundings. However, she felt like she had seen enough since Cale was always on the move.
âMaybe I flirt with him too muâ owwwâ
The girl stopped in the middle of her mumbling as she bumped into a guy. He looks plain, but thereâs this air around him that screams rich.
âIâm so sorryâ
âOh no, I should be apologizing. I wasnât looking where I was walking.â
_____ waved her hands at the unnecessary apology from the man. She felt guilty that this poor guy was saying sorry when she was the one walking with her head in the clouds.
âIâm sorry for bumping into you. As an apology maybe I can treat you to something?â
The woman offered to the stranger. This particular looks familiar but at the same time, sheâs sure she has never seen him before.
âIf you insist. I know a great cafe around here. We can have some tea there.â
And so the two of them had tea at _____âs insistence.
âMy name is Bob. What about you?â
âOkay now this is suspiciousâ
_____ thought before quickly introducing herself to Bob.
âHmm, who could this be?â
Sheâs not an idiot. Bob is a rare name in this novel. It might have looked like it was common because of all the times Cale and his friends used it.
But there was only one recorded person who was named Bob.
Well, based on the novel none of the enemies ever disguised themself as Bob so _____ deemed it safe for now. However, they are extremely curious as to who could it be.
A few hours pass, Bob and _____ have become friends while exploring the town together. The woman is still suspicious and is trying to figure out Bobâs real identity but aside from that she thinks his pretty good.
âHow was your day off?â
Cale asks as soon as he sees the workaholic enter the villa.
âIt actually went great, I made a new friend.â
âReally now?â
The redhead inquires further, interested in his assistantâs social life.
_____ told Cale all about what happened the whole day. From how she met Bob to where they last went. She told him everything except for the part where she felt suspicious about his identity.Â
âŠOf course, Cale already knows all of this.
His Bob afterall
A few hours ago he had asked Raon to give him a disguise. Something that _____ had never seen before so she would not recognize him.
Why one might ask?
Itâs purely for experimental reasons. _____ kept flirting with him that he wanted to find out if sheâd do the same to others.
Results showed that she doesnât.
But they also just met so it might change.
So Cale continues befriending her under the guise named âBobâ. As he does, they surprisingly become good friends. Itâs also good that the assistant now takes regular days off because of their meet-ups.
âIâm getting tired of thisâŠâ
âYouâre tried human? How about we go rest for the day? We canât get you sick because youâre tired!â
It was another friend's date with _____. They have been friends for about a month now but the girl still acts the same.
Meaning, that not once has she flirted with Bob.
Sure, sheâs more comfortable with him but the way she acts with Bob and with Cale are so different.
Does this mean that his just special?
Cale isnât sure.
But his tired of having to switch between identities when he's not even getting money out of it.
Okay, maybe he was a little jealous of how close Bob and _____ have gotten.
It doesnât help that his assistant every single detail of what happened while looking all happy and excited.
However, no one needs to know about that.
But as much as he doesnât like the current situation he continues it. Itâs because he enjoys the look of happiness etched onto her face whenever they hang out together.
He just wishes that smile was because of Cale and not Bob.
âBob, by now I think we can consider ourselves as good friends right?â
_____ asked one day while the two of them were eating street food after roaming the market.
Bob nodded his head in agreement. Inside, Cale rolls his eyes because how can she be so close to a guy she just met a month ago?
âI see. So who are you? Choi Han? Wait no that guy sucks at actingâŠâ
Seems like the cat is out of the bag.
Cale would usually be irritated that someone saw behind his plans. However, he has been thinking as to how to put a stop to this so itâs beneficial for him.
At that moment
âRaonâ
He states and the black dragon undones the magic alterations done on him, revealing his real appearance.
âNow, young master Cale why would you do such a thing? Did you not want me to go out of your sight so much? You only need to ask and Iâll stay with you 24/7.â
_____ winks flirtatously. Meanwhile, Cale just shrugged his shoulders. Indicating that he has no plans of sharing his plans with her.
âBut seriously, did you through all this hassle just to make sure I take my day off regularly? Or did you find my social circle lacking?â
âNo _____! He was jealous at how you and Bob got so close!â
âŠOkay maybe Cale should have briefed Raon about not exposing his feelings in front of _____.
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been thinking of street racing with aventurine bc I imagine heâd like the thrill of it tooâŠ
tags: not proofread, I typed this out in tumblr drafts, some suggestive comments, flirting, gn reader, I don't know anything about street racing so pls forgive any inaccuracies, banter (they're so silly)
Aventurine, who pulls up to the race in an edgy and sleek sports car, drawing the attention of everyone else there- yours included.
You lean against the side of your car, watching him as he leaves opponent after opponent in the dust. He's skilled, you'll give him that. From the aggressive driving style and the make and model of the car, you're betting it's just some bored teenage boy with daddy's money to burn, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit curious about the person behind the wheel.
A few easy wins later that night and you're slated to race against him. He takes his sweet time pulling up to the finish line, but to your surprise, he rolls his window down for the first time that night and you're able to get a good look at him. He's no teenage boy but he has the same mischievous look that implies he's up to no good.
"Checking me out already?" he remarks, his (captivating) eyes twinkling in delight, although they're hidden behind his sunglasses. "And I thought I'd for sure be the one to make the first move."
Oh, so he's a flirt too. You can barely hear him over the loud purring of his expensive and modded car's engine and you know tonight's race will be a tight one.
"I see you've got money. What's a rich boy like you doing all the way out here?"
His grin widens.
"Ooh, youâre sharp. I like that and the way you talk.â
"Why don't you tell me who you are first?"
He laughs and shakes his head. He rolls up the window, much to your irritation, but not before saying one last thing and sending a wink your way.
"If you win, I'll tell you who I am. How does that sound?"
Damn. No other choice but to accept since the race is about to start.
You end up losing, but just barely. You had to push your car to its limits and he wasn't above playing dirty too, giving you a couple of close calls throughout. Although, he at least didn't endanger your life like some others have in the past, so you'll give him that.
After the race ends, you pull into a brightly-lit gas station with some people there. Shortly after, another car pulls up next to you and he steps out.
"Not bad, not bad," he says, clapping lightly. "It's not often that I find someone that can at least keep up with me, much less overtake me a couple times."
"So you were following me."
He raises his hands as a mock display of innocence.
"Hey, relax! Don't be so hostile! I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, that's all. Besides, you wanted to know who I am, right?"
You watch as he scribbles something onto a business card.
"Wasn't that only applicable if I won?"
"Eh, I've changed my mind now," he says, handing the card to you. "I don't make deals that donât pay off and I'd consider it a loss if I didn't get at least your number tonight."
"You still didn't answer my original question. What's someone like you doing all the way out here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to, right?"
He laughs.
"Wow, you really don't know who I am, huh?"
"... What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ah, nothing. Just talking to myself. But to answer your question... I suppose it's because I enjoy the thrill of it. It's like gambling. Not knowing whether you'll win or lose, or even live or die. After all, the higher the stakes, the higher the excitement- why're you looking at me like that?"
"⊠You're insane."
"Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll pretend that your reasons aren't the same as mine and that the adrenaline rush doesn't excite you every time. Why else would you willingly race, night after night?"
With one last wink, he gets into his car and drives away. You finally glance at the business card, only to do a double take and gape at it in shock when you realize its contents.
Aventurine, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts? No way... this guy's an IPC exec?
You don't know whether to feel proud about the fact that you got an IPC executive's number without trying or humiliated about the whole exchange...
There's a winking smiley face and an "call me xoxo" written next to the phone number.
And against your better judgement, you do just that.
He turns out to be an interesting companion. You'd think that with his demanding position, he'd be traveling all over the galaxy every day- which is true, to an extent, but he's always there for your weekly races and frequently drags you out shopping with him. He teaches you how to play poker and how to count your cards, if you didn't know how to already. He then tries to get you to play a round or two against him, which you promptly refuse each time.
("I spent all that time teaching you how to play and this is what I get in return? Boo, you're no fun. But a round or two never hurt anyone, right?"
"Aventurine, even a round or two is a surefire way to go into debt to you. Absolutely not."
He pouts and grumbles like a little kid every time.)
He also pays for additional mods to your car. When you try to refuse him, he merely brushes off your concerns.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand," he said back then. "I make more in a day than what it costs to mod your car. To me, this is nothing. Besides, I want an opponent who can keep up with me. If you start falling behind, well, then that's no fun for both of us, right?"
One night, thereâs a particularly high-stakes race that youâre slated to compete in. The cash prize is one thatâs too big for anyone to pass up.
Well, except for Aventurine. That amount of money is probably nothing by his standards.
For once, heâs not racing. When itâs your turn, he waves you over with a teasing smile as youâre getting ready.
âSay, how about raising the stakes for tonight?â
âWhat now?â
âLetâs make a bet.â
â⊠Fine.â
âIf you win, we go on a date together. My treat, of course. If you lose, then youâll have to play a round of poker with me.â
There isnât an ounce of shame in his words. You openly gape at him as he beams at you proudly.
â⊠What?â
âYou heard me.â
âWhy though?â
He shrugs.
âSimple. I know this is a bet that will pay off. And Iâve been wanting this to happen for a long time now. SoâŠâ
He leans in close, lips teasingly brushing over your ear for a moment.
âDonât disappoint me. I want to see you try and turn the tides in your favor for this race.â
You pull away from him.
âI accept, but only because I am not going into debt because of poker.â
He laughs.
âGo on then, sweetheart. I want to see you leave everyone behind in the dust. Oh, and donât forget your good luck kiss!â
Aventurine blows a kiss to you. You roll your eyes as you climb into your car. Insufferable, thatâs what he is. But if thereâs one thing heâs good at, itâs reading people. Meaning he mustâve noticed that you wanted this too.
You roll your neck and focus on the road ahead. The race is about to begin.
That cash prize and date with Aventurine is yours.
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confess or forever hold your peace â chifuyu matsuno á„«áĄ.
takemichi has seen who you end up with in the future and it is most certainly not chifuyu matsuno. if only he could make his shoujo addicted vice confess before the other boy has a chance.
fluff â chifuyu x reader, mentions rindou x reader ᥣđ©
( i am very baked right now but i had inspiration somehow to write ahhh . y/n is lowkey cutesy but loosely inspired by my girl luna lovegood. SOMEONE PLS REQ SMTH I BEG!! )
takemichi had recently confided in chifuyu about everything. about their futures, some the deaths waiting to happen in the immediate future and his pain of losing hina. naturally, chifuyu was bound to be curious about him specifically, does he die? do all his closest friends die? does she die? questions were swirling around his head, his eyebrows furrowed.
âperhaps⊠since you know about all of our futures⊠maybe youâd know if, i donât know, in a perfect life, me and y/n ended up together?â the boy mumbled with a sheepish expression. ây-y/n? ah!â takemichi flailed his arms around before settling one hand on the back of his neck, rubbing nervously. the behaviour was odd, chifuyu thought, but then again when hasnât takemichi acted odd? itâd be more fitting to ask when he had acted normal.
chifuyu grunted in response, as if to say âget on with it.â a sigh left takemichiâs lips in response, chifuyu knew everything else, what was one more thing?
ây/nâs fine⊠still her usual quirky self. in fact, maybe somehow a little more so! still pretty⊠as you know, obviously. oh! and she has her own bakery, isnât that nice? she does the most tasty pastries, all unique flavours! and iâm sure she-â takemichi rambled, heightening chifuyuâs suspicions. âthatâs all great news but⊠youâre avoiding my question.â
âshe has a fiancĂ©e. sheâs actually due to be married this year.â takemichi explained with a somber look at his face. he began to scan his viceâs expression, he truly didnât want to hurt his feelings. perhaps thatâs why he kept all information about where you went in life to himself.
chifuyu gulped, feeling his heart feel impossibly tighter. âiâm assuming⊠it isnât me. tell me takemichi. who is it?â chifuyu asked. and then he heard a name which he didnât expect. haintani rindou. hundreds of thoughts swirled around his brain, clashing into one another and suddenly nothing made sense.
âi donât know how they met or when⊠i know you take such care of her and sheâs completely seperate from toman but i do believe it could be soon that haitani rindou will dig his claws in her.â takemichi explained, feeling sympathy for his vice and arguably his closest friend.
á„«áĄ.
on his way home, chifuyu wondered what did you actually see in haitani rindou. heâs aggressive, uncaring, has no positive outlook on being a hoodlum. so why? why did it have to be him?
whilst questions floated around his brain, he ended up in front of your door subconsciously. he wondered if youâd be in, maybe then heâd be able to ask you in person and get the clarity he needs.
he knocked gently, and suddenly heard shuffling inside before the door creaked open slightly. âoh, chifuyu-kun!â you gasped, opening the door wider with a small smile on your face. chifuyu took in your outfit, cute pink overalls with golden stars on the front pocket (presumably drawn on by you), white tights with little bows scattered about, a white long sleeve top peeking out from underneath of the overalls and of course, he couldnât miss your beautifully done makeup and the long pink ribbon in your hair. as always, you looked gorgeous and cute at the same time.
a blush rose to his cheeks as he fully took you in, âsorry to come by like this, y/n. i just needed to talk to you.â nodding, you opened the door wider, inviting him in. once inside, you made sure to plate up a sweet treat that you had just finished baking, hoping chifuyu would appreciate it.
thanking you, he took a bite and smiled so widely at how heavenly it tasted. âamazing as always!â he applauded causing a pink hue to decorate your cheeks. âso⊠what did you wish to talk about?â you asked, cocking your head a little to the side in confusion.
âthis may seem odd but do you know haitani rindou?â chifuyu inquired, hoping that you hadnât met yet and takemichi was right, he still had time to prevent anything from happening. ârin? of course, i do! my sister had a little fling with ran⊠didnât last long but me and rin became good friends in the meantime!â chifuyu cringed internally at the nickname, he didnât even have one.
you began rambling out some of the memories you shared with rindou, and it became utterly bittersweet that he knew what the future had planned for you and he didnât seem to exist in it.
ây/n.â chifuyu interrupted, âdo you like him?â
the question was sudden and it stopped your rant entirely. âheâs my friend, of course i like him!â a naive response that chifuyu was expecting, âi mean do you like him?â
a small pout formed on your lips at the question, was all the times that you made chifuyu special pastries (only his favourite flavours, of course) going under the friendship category?
âi like someone else but⊠i donât think he likes me.â you admitted sadly, sparking a little hope in chifuyuâs heart. and suddenly it became now or never, either he confess now or hold his peace forever.
âi have feelings for you, y/n-chan. please allow me one date to prove my sincerity.â
âiâd love nothing more, fuyu.â you smiled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek as your cheeks shone a rosy pink.
perhaps chifuyu will be able to change the future after all.
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â.àłàż*: for eternity â chan x female reader
â» 1k :: vampire!chan :: cw. blood (a lot of it). biting, drinking blood, etc. fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, claiming, slight size kink, dirty talk, use of "love" nickname.
chan wants you to be his companion for eternity.
â» 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist
âąââââââ
⟠âœâ
ââââââą
âAre you sure about this?âÂ
The room is plunged in darkness. All the lights are off - the only thing that allows you to distinguish Chanâs silhouette is the moonlight coming through the thin curtains. He stands close to you, so terribly close to you, in his white shirt and black pants. Brown hair a mess, his eyes darker than youâve ever seen them.Â
Heâs staring at you. Curious. Hopeful. Desperate.
Hungry.Â
You already know what you are going to answer. Meeting Chan felt like a turn of fate, something that was meant to happen. You had nothing and no one - and then Chan appeared, extending a hand and offering you a smile. He was interested in you, told you you were beautiful, that he enjoyed your company. You quickly started dating, your love for him growing, and you could see its reflection in his eyes.Â
It felt too good to be true.Â
It was.Â
Two nights ago, Chan showed you his pointed teeth. Told you the truth about who he was - what he was. You were scared, but he had a proposition for you. We were destined to meet, I know it, he said. I have wanted a companion for so long. And you are perfect. I loved you the first moment I laid eyes on you. Will you spend eternity with me?Â
It was a terrifying thought. Chan told you to think about it - but really, you had made up your mind that very night. You had nothing - and Chan was offering you everything. So you texted him earlier and told him to meet you at your place. You slipped on a black dress, brushed your hair. And you told him yes. I want to be your companion for eternity.Â
âI am sure,â you tell him now, your hands on his chest.Â
Chanâs lips tremble, his hand cupping your cheek. âMy love. My redemption, my damnation. No one and nothing will be able to take you away from meâŠâÂ
You let out a soft sigh as his fingers graze your skin, brush your lips. âBe my Maker, Chan.âÂ
He puts his forehead against yours. âYou understand what this means, right? You remember what I said?âÂ
âYes, Chan,â you say, putting your hands above his. âI remember. I want this. I want you.âÂ
He gives you a long look before pushing his lips to yours, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, craving all of him. There is just something about the way Chan kisses, the way he kisses you, that makes you believe this was all meant to be. That your entire life brought you to this moment. With him.Â
âFuck, I canât resist you,â Chan growls, licking your lips, his nose tracing your jaw, his breath tickling your neck. Â
âDonât,â you breathe.Â
His tongue presses against the delicate skin of your neck and you shudder, arching your back against him. He has fed on you before. You never thought the feeling of his teeth piercing you, his mouth drinking you in, could feel so heavenly, but it did.Â
âLay down, my love,â he whispers.Â
You take a few steps towards the bed, laying down on the white sheets. Chan crawls over you, kissing you deep, placing your hair around your head to free your neck. You pant against him, grasping at his body, pulling him to you. There is something so desperately erotic about the way Chan is obsessed with your neck, kissing it, licking it, grazing his teeth against it. He grunts, the pointed teeth pushing against your skin without breaking it.Â
âYou are going to be even more beautiful,â he growls in your ear. âMy love⊠My eternal love. All mine.âÂ
âYouâll teach me?â you breathe, playing with his hair.Â
âIâll show you everything,â he nods. âDo not be scared. I will never leave your side.âÂ
You kiss him again, sliding your tongue inside of his mouth. You feel the fangs, swirling your tongue around them, and Chan breathes hard, bucking his hips into you. He is hard against your leg. He explained that the act of feeding was always erotic to him, deeply connected with sex. You lean back just enough to whisper the words to him.Â
âFuck me before you turn me,â you say. âOne last time, while Iâm human.âÂ
Chan smirks. âYou were made for me. We are going to have so much fun togetherâŠâÂ
His hands pull up your silk dress, revealing the panties underneath. He quickly removes them, pushing his fingers in your wet folds, his lips still kissing you feverishly. You roll your hips to meet his hand, moaning as he slides two fingers inside of you. You clench around him, writhing, one of your hands freeing his cock from his pants. You stroke it.Â
âSo wet for me,â he breathes. âAlready ready to take my cock.âÂ
You nod, his fingers going deep inside of you, the wet sounds making you dizzy.Â
âI need you inside of me, Chan, please,â you whisper.Â
He doesnât waste any time, guiding his throbbing cock to your entrance and pushing himself inside of you. You let out a sharp moan as he stretches you.Â
âSo⊠so big,â you whimper.Â
âSuch a sweet little cunt,â he says. âMine to fuck forever.â
He thrusts his hips, fucking you in sharp movements. You moan his name, opening your eyes to see him. You love his tousled hair, the opened button-up, the fangs showing in his parted mouth. Chanâs hands pin you down, his eyes full of lust and hunger.Â
âMy little human⊠when youâre turned,â he grunts. âI wonât have to hold back when we have sex. Iâll fuck you dumb, my love. You will be ruined.â
âFuck, Chan!â you cry out, clenching hard, and Chan accelerates his thrusts. âYouâre going to make me cumâŠâÂ
âClench my cock inside your little pussy,â he nods. âFuck!âÂ
As you feel your orgasm wash through you, Chan lets out an animalistic grunt and sinks his teeth into your neck. You feel the fangs piercing your skin, the blood rushing into his mouth, and you cry out in both pain and delight. It makes your orgasm so much more intense, your entire body shaking, your juices overflowing from your cunt, smearing his cock. Chan doesnât stop fucking you, and after a minute removes himself from your bleeding neck.Â
You stare up at him, wide-eyed, his lips covered in your blood, drops sliding down his chin onto you. With his cock still buried into you, he bites his wrist and grins.
âYour turn, my love,â he says, blood dripping down his arm. âFeed.âÂ
He pushes his wrist to your lips, and as soon as you taste his blood, you feel your senses overcoming you. Itâs the most delicious thing you have ever tasted.Â
âFuck, yes, thatâs itâŠâ he breathes.Â
You start sucking at his skin, Chan crying out in your ear, his cock filling you up with spurts of white. He removes his wrist forcefully from your mouth, replacing it with his lips, and you kiss him back. Something is growling inside of you. A fire. A storm.
Your world is red, your world is white, your world is black.
You are full of him, only him.Â
âLet go, my love,â you hear him whisper. âCome and join me in the dark.âÂ
Your life will never be the same.Â
âąââââââ
⟠âœâ
ââââââą
I have no idea what this is! A thought? A drabble? A moment of insanity? I might have been watching too many vampire stuff. Sorry if this is a bit too bloody... I hope you will still like it! Not tagging bc this is a bit different... Love you guys!! âĄ
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Hey i just read your touchstarved headcanons and I LOVE IT!!!
And Hereâs my request is that can you do a scenario of TS boys with MC who can speak different languages??? (like Italian or French)
Donât worry i am a patient person and I wonât rush you. And i hope youâll make more scenarios of the TS boys in be future.
YES HI HELLO !! I am, SO SO SORRY for taking two thousand centuries to respond to thisâIâve been pretty stressed over work so I havenât been able to write headcanons as muchâ BUT TYSM FOR THE ASK !! IM SO HAPPY YOUVE ENJOYED MY HEADCANONS !
I do want to apologize in advance that these are going to be shorter and less one-shot like, than my others. These will be more like my Kuras Headcanons I made awhile agoâ(Life has been kicking my butt lately so my motivation has been LOW)
But I hope you still enjoy them !!
Also huuuuge thanks to @danyvhell-writes
For helping me with these ideas !! Youâre a saint đ
ALR LES GO
Note: gn reader! Fluff
Warnings: PROBABLY OOC PLS DONT HATE ME
Ais
ALR ALR AHAHAHAHA
So, one of my besties would do this A LOT where she would just switch into Spanish and Iâd just be there like ???
So I thought it would be funny if you did that with Ais here
Imagine youâre in some kind of argument, a stupid, light one you knowâ and to annoy him
YOU JUST SWITCH INTO A WHOLE DIFFERENT LANGUAGE
Heâs completely stunned, red eyes wide as you just start rambling, (very passionately) in a language he doesnât understand
As you go on though, he just becomes utterly impressed, watching your mouth as he studies the words coming out of it (and just because heâs flirty LMAOOOO)
After youâve had your fun, he comments something like âImpressive, Sparrow.â And then asks you, ofc, if you can teach him what you said
To tease him a bit more, you donât tell him for a bit until he BRINGS OUT THESE GIANT PUPPY EYES
So you do start teaching him, just long evenings hunched over books or a paper as you teach him different phrases and words, the candle light dancing on his focused gaze.
And one day, out of the blue, he starts calling you Sparrow in the language you were speaking(and you also hear him practice words while talking with PrincessâAND ITS SO ADORABLE)
After heâs becoming pretty good at it, you then proceed to tease other people(Leander) by randomly switching mid-conversation into a different language <33
Leander
NOW WITH THIS ONE, it reminded me of this really cool video of a guy switching between loads of languages in one song
IMAGINE showing this off to Leander one rowdy night at the Wet Wick
Maybe itâs even one of his favorite songs ??? And hearing you sing it in so many languages would absolutely knock him off his feet.
Another thing I think heâd go CRAZY FOR
Pet names, in whatever language.
Like ?? You call him something like âMi amorâŠâ for Spanish, or âTesoruccio.â For Italian ??
Heâs done for. Doomed. Dead. Will beg you to repeat it over and over while he showers your hands or arms with kisses.
Heâs also one that would definitely be okay with you calling these pet names in publicâhe wants to be all smug that HES the one called yours.
He probably also learns whatever language you speak as well, might already know it because bro probably had tutors that taught him so many languages man.
In return for the pet names, he probably calls you something like âλαÏÏΔία ÎŒÎżÏ
â or âlatria muâ (My adored !!! đ„č in greek)
Kuras
NOW, THIS IS INTERESTING
Iâm guessing since Kuras is an Angel, he knows like ??? Every language?
So when he finds out you speak others, heâs instantly curious, impressed, and now itâs quiz time.
You pass by a certain object, plant, anything, and he asks you how to say it in your language(s). Even if he may already know, he likes to hear it coming from you, enjoying the glint in your eyes as you explain things.
Another thing heâll do, is when youâre having a library date, heâll hand you a book and request you translate it. Either from your language toâwhatever language people speak in Eridia ?? Or from that language to yours.
These will turn into nightly strolls with you translating a poem or book as he strides beside you, golden eyes locked on every word.
In return, heâll translate whatever text into a language you donât know. (I wonder if angels have a specific language??)
A name for him, I think itâd be cute if you called him ìëŠë€ìŽ ìČìŹ (Beautiful Angel in Korean !!)
Whether this is after or before you know heâs an Angel, he finds it both amusing and endearing. (Or painfully ironic if his life as an Angel is a tough subject)
Mhin
OKAY SOSOSOSOSO !! Mhin evidently thirsts for knowledge, theyâre a lil nerd and theyâre rlly bad at hiding it (A mood really. one of the reasons I love them <3) and my friend mentioned theyâre more of a listener? So like I can see them justâpaying very close attention to every word you say
At times they may not seem to be listening to you as you ramble, or catch a few words of slang from your language(s). But theyâre actually secretly a sponge and soak up every little detail.
And now this may be just me but Mhin gives off such I must impress you with all my random facts vibes.
They ask questions about the languages you speak, the slang, the meanings, how to pronounce things correctly, everything
And then they do their own research, soaking up all they can before appearing to you one day and just starting the conversation in your language(s)
When you show any sign of being impressed, they will look away blushing and try to act cool but nahhh buddy you arenât fooling anyone we know you spent forever working on that
Similar to Ais, lots of late night lessons where you get to teach Mhin about your language(s)! Just you two looming over an open book, Mhin scribbling down notes, looking so concentrated and you even spot a smile starting to form as they start getting better and better. (I love themmmmm đ)
Mhin asks you to quiz them a lot, and looks so !! !! Just proud of themself when they pass. (Before realizing it and their self loathing kicks in and they revert back to >:( ) You want to tell them that they donât need to be quizzed but look at their face !! Let them impress you okay !! Theyâre top 1 student !!
If you want you can joke about them having to call you Professor(Mc) or something but ur just gonna get a deep frown and glare like đ nuh uh AHAHSHS
Vere
Ohhh vere my nemesis. (Heâs the toughest for me to write i have to like mentally and physically ambush him in a fast food parking lot before I can get anything outta him)
(I love him so much though so here we go !! Thanks to my friend for giving me a lot of help in this one because otherwise Iâd be a doomed woman)
My friend brought up since heâs a fox, heâs very sensitive to sound !! So when youâre speaking in your mother language, he notices how your tone might change, watches as your tongue moves against your teeth or the top of your mouth, idk but he makes it a sensual thing somehow đ
Definitely flirts with you in your language(s), says the most outrageous thing and watches as you get stunned or flustered by it, absolutely delighted that no one but you (or anyone whoâs unfortunately being nosy and can understand) knows what heâs saying.
Okay this may be dumb but itâs so funny to me imagine Vere like putting on his most smooth, seductive tone, convincing the people around that heâs gonna say like the most erotic thing but he ends up just saying something like đ âAvocadosâ in your language(s) or like âLeander looks like a chicken breastâ he does it to see you laugh but also because Leander overhears and could tell his name was said and thinks Vere is likeâ finally coming around but only you two rlly know Vere is just sexily roasting him.
Due to recent lore being dropped, and in his lil character sheet, it says Vere has a huge love for the arts. I think itâd be really neat if you introduced him to things specifically written in your language(s) !! Like books that originated from your country, plays that are only acted in that language(s), just a tour of the language! And if he doesnât know your languages(s) then teaching him is gonna be like đ somehow so flirty
Will definitely call you Professor(Mc) but he makes it sound absolutely horrendous and cringey and you will regret it you probably should turn back
Jokingly will ask if youâll give him a golden sticker if he behavesâdo it, just to humble him.
OKAY WEâVE REACHED THE END WOOOT WOOT !!!! I DIDNT THINK IâD MAKE IT !!! Been stuck in this endless void for ages !!
Hem hem, thanks so much for the ask !!! Iâm so so sorry it took forever đ writerâs block nearly had my head this time uh oh
Thank you again to my bestie for helping me out !!
Now I hope you see the most beautiful sunset, eat your favorite dessert, learn something new, and have a happy spring !! đ«¶đ©·âš
#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved game#answered asks#thank you for the ask !#touchstarved x reader#touchstarved mhin#touchstarved leander#touchstarved ais#touchstarved kuras#touchstarved vere#winterwritings
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UR WRITING AMAZING MATEE
Pls do more of Rayleigh and shakky those story u posted heal my childhood, they r like the type of parents I wish I had.
Thank you so much for ur work and ofc u donât gotta do this if u donât wanna or donât do requests but thanks have a good one :)
Special Treasure (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)
A/N: YALL I HAVE COME BACK WITH A COOK AM I WRONG OR AM I RIGHT?? Toothroting, cavity inducing heart stopping cuteness ahead
Dividers by @/saradika
âReader, where were you? Rayleigh questions as he sees his grandchild coming into the bar on top of Millo, their usual Smiledon Companion covered in dirt and grass, his wife in front of him preparing drinks, glancing at the child questioningly
âOutside!â
Rayleigh smiled softly as he approached the child, kneeling down slightly to meet them. Grabbing them from the large feline and putting them on their hip
âWhat were you doing outside?â
âCausing trouble, I bet?â pipes in Shakky
âWe were exploring.â
âMm, of course,â Rayleigh raises his brow at his wife, who nods along knowingly.
âExploring, eh?â The white-haired man asks with a sly smirk
âWhere were you exploring?â
They stay silent, playing with their grandfathers hair, trying to evade their gaze as they shrug
âHm,â Rayleigh muttered
He then raises his eyebrows.
âYou think I'm going to get mad?â his voice was light yet stern
âYeah,â they say, hiding their face into their neck and continuing to play with his hair
Rayleigh chuckles, rubbing their head with one hand as he speaks to them.
âWell, I'm not...I know how it is. Being young and curious.â
âBut you should never go off without telling someone where you're going.."
âBut I went with Millo!â They exclaim, pulling their head out and gesturing at the large feline
âI mean a proper person,â Rayleigh chuckles,
âMillo, doesnât countâ
The toothed cat lets out a small indignant yowl at his comment, Reader reacting similarly with an offended gasp
Rayleigh scoffed at the cat's reaction, finding it amusing.
âThere, there, Millo, you'll live.â Shakky Laughs.
âYou're lucky you're adorable, isn't that right?â he said, looking at the cat.
âYou're being mean to Millo Grandpa!â
âNow, Now both of you know I didnât mean it like that,â Rayleigh says with a frown,
âbut you need to understand it makes your gramps and gran worry, alright? You're our treasure, you know?â
âIm sorry,â
Shakky smiles, opening her arms for Rayleigh to pass them to her, he smiles obliging her silent request
âCome hereâ she says taking a hold of them
âWeâre not mad, As we said, you are really important, and we simply worry, there are dangerous and gross people not far from here.â
âI just wanted to explore a little, but I didnât mean to go far. â
Rayleigh scoffs and pulls the child into his arms, planting several kisses upon their cheek,
âIt's fine... Just let me know next time where you are exploring; I know you're more than capable on your own, but still, I'd like to have an idea of where to look for you."
âOkeâ
âNow that we got that out of the way, what were you doing that got you covered in dirt?â
They shuffle in their grandmother's arms, digging something from their small backpack
âI was getting you guys flowers!â They exclaim, pulling said plants out and handing two roughly arrays of flowers
Rayleighâs face breaks out into a smile,
âFor Us, you brought us flowers?â
They nod excitedly handing them the mix-match bouquet of flowers
The elderly couple exchange a look before embracing the child, who is now buried within the confines of their affection.
What do we think? Originally I thought it was missing something but I re-read it and I really like it, what are our thoughts? Im going to try the Dokusha reader for a test run, btw itâs about a certain lazy ice lord đ. Im editing it right now maybe even a second part today if yall like it?
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This is my first actual post on Tumblr ever so pls bear with me. Also, English is not my first language so pls excuse any mistakes I make :)
So, this whole thing here started just as a joke bc I was curious if anyone else was feeling constantly tired all day no matter how long I sleep. But it all somehow escalated a bit and I may have started hyperfixating on it so well, now it actually became a little survey.
I also wanted to mention that I only asked the artist in my little Tumblr bubble, which is mostly tmnt content, so my results are mostly referring to tmnt artists.
In total, I asked 143 people if they could remember the last time they woke up and just felt actually rested for more than half of the day.
I probably could have been more specific with my question but again, I did not actually planned to let it become so big. Personally, for me being rested means, having a clear head, no headache or foggy mind without consuming any caffeine.
So out of 143 people, 100 answered me and I tried my best to sort all of the answers after the criteria âgood-sleep-scheduleâ and âbad-sleep-scheduleâ and also noted when exactly they last felt actually rested into either the last days, weeks, months, years or â???â when they couldnât remember or didnât mention anything specific.
And letâs just say⊠it does not really look good. Out of 100 people, only 18 have an actual good sleep schedule. Out of these 18 people, 13 felt really rested in the last days, 2 in the last weeks, only one person in the last months and 2 in the last years.
Out of the 82 of people who have a bad sleep schedule, 10% lastly felt rested in the last days, 11% in the last weeks, 11% in the last months, 30% in the last years, and 38% couldnât remember or didnât specify it.
While reading all your answers I came to realize being sleep deprived is not just bc any of them thought âOh it would be really neat to stay up till 4 am!â or smth like that.
A lot of the artists who answered me mentioned that they have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep due to stuff like insomnia, chronic pain, other issues, or children (yeah, ok, there was just one who had a child but still).
While analyzing I mostly referred the situations to my own experience with going to sleep or rather not going to sleep...
I usually donât have problems falling asleep but trouble actually putting my stuff away and going to bed bc I donât want to end the day or just donât want to go to sleep (donât ask why, I have no idea why I am like this). While having these âepisodesâ I often doodle smth, binge reading some fanfics, or watch whatever I can find on the internet until Iâm just falling asleep or can convince myself that it is 3 am and I really should go to bed now.
So, my personal theory about why sleep deprivation is so common among Tumblr artists is not bc they do art all night. My theory is that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep due to insomnia, pain, or other issues are filling the time until they hopefully fall asleep with their art, doodles, writings, or whatever their creative minds can bring up, to help the time pass.
In total that would mean that not all artists are sleep deprived but more that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep do a lot of art or creative stuff in general.
Something I could also imagine is, that if they start doing art while waiting for sleep, they start to concentrate a lot on creating more and start procrastinating sleep even if they actually get tired bc they wanna do art and fuck up their non-existing sleep schedule even more but that could also just be me projecting here.
I know that is probably no kind of big revelation but for me it was kind of surprising to see how many people here are as sleep deprived as me and due to what reasons.
Iâm not going to preach to any of you to get that problem solved or smth, I have no right to tell you what to do and would be a major hypocrite so instead I really which everyone to get some kind of good sleep schedule one day and the joy of waking up and feeling completely rested at least thrice per week.
I absolutely love all your art and thank you a thousand times for helping me with this spontaneous survey!
I would love to hear your opinions on my theory and conclusion so pls donât be shy and feel free to point out any mistakes I may have made or tell me your own theories :D
Also, if my question is still sitting in your inbox, feel free to answer! Iâm gonna keep ma big ass excel table so I can edit all the results anytime. And maybe, one day, I'm gonna continue this survey and go into more detail but for now I need to leave it like this.
Ok, that's all I got
BYE!
Thanks to all participants
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#Average Tumblr artists sleep deprivation#Sleep survey#Survey#If I had put at least half the effort I put into this survey into learning I wouldn't need to do a retake of my finals#Hyperfixiation is kicking HARD#that escalated quickly
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