#stone x male reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

Vampire!reader with the 141 + Stone but instead of some centuries old ancient vampire king who lived in Europe who struggled with his humanity and immortality and broods and grumbles and is old its just some guy who's from the 1920s to the 1940s who's a big jazz enthusiast and no one understands the slang he uses

He avoids any really old people because he knows them and he doesn't want to risk the chance of them recognizing him

Not because he doesn't want to be realized as a vampire he just made a lot a enemies back in the day

-🔮

Oh, I can just see Price joking about how you two are the old men and the rest are the youngsters. Despite him being closer in age to the rest of the 141 than to your age. In my heart of hearts, Price loves jazz and so you two 100% bond over that.

Soap and Gaz are big on (lovingly) making fun of your old slang terms. Soap especially finds your slang funny because he's finally not the only one who doesn't use common British slang.

Gaz makes fun of it (again, lovingly) but he secretly loves your slang. And like Price, he loves your taste in music. I just got this image of him collecting jazz records and now imagine him fanboying over the original records you must have.

Ghost understands your avoidance on old people and he makes sure to always follow your lead when you're nearby people you might've known back then. He asks you about what it was like to live back then and asks you if you served in any of the wars.

Stone is in fact the one who is the most wary of you initially, and yeah it's because you're a vampire. But once he realizes how chill you are, he likes you.

He asks you about what the stars were like back then, if any of them have faded in the night sky since you first saw them. You could tell him that there was no to little difference in the starry sky from then to now and he'd still ask about the differences. Look, he's very interested in stars.

I feel like all of them except Stone and Ghost would allow you to drink their blood if you asked.

Soap begs you to drink his blood, not because he has a blood kink, but because he loves knowing he helped feed you. Gaz makes sure you're fed regularly and eats foods that will make his blood taste even better. Price is the type to crack jokes while your fangs are in his neck, I can just see it.

Ghost might take a while for him to allow you to drink from him, but he'd get to trusting you with that eventually. He always tenses first and then relaxes, since he's just typically on edge.

Stone, I'm sorry to say, may never let you drink his blood.

[ghostsforghosts]

Bear!Reader

This is a masterlist for everything for Bear!Reader (I might have missed some things, I don't know). This reader is male and with the entire 141 + Stone, though it starts with my COD OC Stone. Thus, this only will be filled with the fics that are either only the 141 or the 141 + Stone. (If you'd like the complete masterlist, you can go to my main @the-whispers-of-death)

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

Daddy (with Soap only)

Brat (with Soap only)

Softness (with Soap & Stone)

Two DILFs (with Price only)

Comfort 3.0 (with Gaz & Soap)

Envy (with Ghost only)

Hold Me Please (with Ghost only)

Piercings (141 + Stone)

Piercings 2.0 (141 + Stone)

Graying (141 + Stone)

Carrying Your Men (141 + Stone)

Copping a Feel (141 + Stone)

Intimidating (141 + Stone)

Headcanons (141 only)

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Imagine.

Pretty, slutty boys. After a whole night of pleasing them, as they lay on their backs, or scream into the pillows, they’re happy and high, but they’re not done. Them being the sweet little thing they are, feel guilty for making you do all the work, so they politely ask you to lay down, to let them ride you.

Pretty, slutty boys, jumping up and down on your cock/strap, letting out the most sinful moans, as they make sure your cum reaches deep into them, as you rearrange their guts.

Pretty slutty boys, who can barely form sensible words, but somehow still have the energy to ride you, as they graze their fingers on the little bump that forms on their stomach, as your cock/strap reaches the deepest places inside them, looking at the bump so lovingly, it almost makes you want to get them pregnant.

So why not? You give them want they want so dearly, until the sunlight peaks in through your curtains, reminding you that today is Monday. Ugh.

~ Chigiri, Reo, Mitsuya, Baji, Rindou, Kokonoi , Sanzu, Kenma, Akaashi, Suna, Miya, Stanley, Ukyo, Dan Heng, Blade (?), Aventurine, Boothill, Xiangli, Mu Qing, Liu Qingge, + your favs <3

It’s midnight and I’m horny. Sue me.

Anyway, Is it only me who finds the thought of them riding me while they feel the little bump too hot?

Anyone else? No?

Reblogs appreciated~

[tsuutarr]

Could you make a yandere farmer?

(THIS CONCEPT...... YES!!! I immediately thought of a yandere!farmer that also so happens to be a cow/bull hybrid hehe there's just something about someone who seems so bright and cheerful and helpful but is actually yandere)

“Hey there, neighbor!”

The last thing you expected when you began moving into your new house in the countryside iss the bright greeting of your friendly bullboy neighbor, but you can’t say you’re displeased. You give him a response that makes his mouth stretch into a pretty smile.

“It’s great to meet ya! We don’t get many new folks ‘round here.” He looks at the boxes by your feet curiously. “Can I help ya?”

You try to reject his offer, but his movements are quick and powerful. Before you know it, he’s helping you haul your heavy boxes into your home with ease. His help makes the move go by so much faster that it really, really makes you grateful.

When you try to offer him something to drink as thanks, he waves it off with a warm laugh. “Don’t mention it, cutie,” he says, “I’m always happy to help a neighbor in need.” For a brief moment, he looks contemplative, before he shakes his head. “Yer welcome to reach out whenever ya need me.”

With that, he waves goodbye to you, leaving you with happy feelings and unaware of the small cameras and mics he’s hidden in your home.

Since then, he keeps helping you, giving you eggs and produce from his farm. Whenever you’re in trouble, he’s there immediately, too. When your tires got punctured, when your lights went out, when your pipes clogged – he was there. You’re filled with so much gratitude that you don’t notice that none of your troubles are naturally occurring.

One day, while he’s helping you fix your stove, he says, “By the way, there’ve been reports of some wild animals running amok ‘round here.”

You gulp. Wild animals? What kind? Rabbit? Deer? Or… bears? Something worse?

“Don’t ya worry ‘bout a thing,” he continues, gently patting the stovetop once he’s done fixing it. “You’ve got my number and I’ve got a mean aim.” With a small smile, he makes a gun motion with his hand. “So don’t be scared to call me, okay?”

You nod, though you still feel a little terrified.

That very night, you’re awakened by loud noises outside of your house. Fear clutches your heart and you wonder if you locked your doors and windows, but are too scared to check. With trembling lips, you pull your blanket tighter over yourself, pressing yourself into your bed as you take a quick glance outside your bedside window. A black figure with glowing eyes and horns looks back at you, making you scream.

Before you know it, you’re wrapped in strong, warm arms as a kind voice rumbles in your ear. “It’ll be okay, sugar,” your kind farmer neighbor coos. “I’ve got ya.” 

Too caught up in the moment, you snuggle into him without questioning how he got into your house or how he was by your side so quickly. Nor do you recognize how eerily similar his horns look to the ones you saw on that black figure outside.

[nanamis-princess]

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Night troubles

Synopsis: they wake up from a nightmare:(

Genre: angst with a hint of fluff

T/w: nightmares, possibly ptsd?

Multiple x gn reader (separate)

Nobody likes their sleep disturbed. Abruptly woken from a sickening nightmare, It just felt so real. Once they realized it was in fact a night terror, they roll over facing you. You’re peacefully sleeping, taking up most of the bed. They felt the weight leave their chest and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Deep down they’d never forgive themself if something happened to you, they don’t even want to picture what it’d be like without you. listening to your soft breathing and your movement against the sheets as you get comfortable again knocks them out of the thoughts of the dream. They very slowly & gently locks their fingers with yours, not wanting to wake you. They press a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting comfortable. The smell of your body wash and the mixture of the fresh sheets helps them drift back asleep.

-Nanami, Gojo, Yuji & Megumi (jjk)

-Aizawa, Fatgum, Midnight, Bakugo, Todoroki, All might (mha)

-Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Ussop & Koby (one piece)

-Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru & Kasanoda (ohshc)

-Cole Cassidy, Odessa stone aka junker queen, hanzo, Baptiste & Ashe. (Overwatch)

A/n: hello my loves, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted and sorry it’s like sad lol. But anyways don’t forget to do something nice for yourself today! Drink some water!

[banzaitaka]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write some fluff for Dr stone please?

Could you write about Ryusui and Tsukasa ( separately) making reader ( gn please?) Cry of worry for them?

They are both a bit crazy, tsukasa fighting anything and Ryusui just diving in any adventure would make me worried sick, specially if they became stone again or something.

I hope I made sense! Thank you!!

[I forgot you said “fluff“, oops. I dunno how to make that fluffy, I‘m sorry edfgieoigj These are just the moments (Y/N) is worrying. So hurt, no comfortish (there is some comfort from other characters). I wanted to focus on the turmoil itself, so for the comfort you can imagine anything fitting with the storyline]

Characters: Tsukasa Shishio, Ryusui Nanami

No pronouns, gendered terms or description of body used for reader.

Spoilers for season 2 & Special 2 - Ryusui

Dr. Stone_Masterlist

Worrisome

Tsukasa Shishio

You didn’t move from your seat near the cave. You couldn’t. The sheer amount of stress made your body shut down as a defense mechanism. You felt dizzy. Your mind was numb. The situation was just so utterly unbelievable. There was just no way. Just when everything started to light up.

Mirai was sitting besides you, letting you hold her to your side as she cried, her voice being muffled by your clothes.

After years, Mirai finally woke up. After months, the Empire and Kingdom of Science were at peace. There was no reason to fear the other party anymore. And how long did that last? Hours? Minutes?

Tsukasa’s wound was fatal, so Senku decided to essentially kill him himself by freezing him up like leftovers. To save him, sure. But he is dead. Tsukasa, your boyfriend, is dead. For however long, he wouldn’t be there. Wouldn’t be there to hold you, to assure you, make new memories with his sister he has missed so much for forever.

You were scared. So scared. What if Senku’s plan didn’t work? What if everything went downhill from here on out? What if Homura and Hyoga escaped and went on a killing spree?

It was all so scary to think about, you nearly went crazy. Mirai was the only thing keeping you sane, she didn’t know you, but she knew how important you were to her brother. And thus you were important to her too. And the same the other way around.

You pulled her a little closer and rubbed her shoulder, as you were at a loss for words to comfort her. That was when Senku emerged from the cave where it happened. His expression wasn’t much different from yours, but there was a certain determination twinkling in his eyes. As he stepped closer, you noticed him carry something. It was the lion’s fur Tsukasa had draped over his shoulders before making peace with the Kingdom of Science.

Wordlessly, he paused infront of you two and wrapped both of you up in it.

“It’s cold.”, he said after a beat of silence, “I’ll bring him back. And that’s a fact.”

Ryusui Nanami

Your eyebrows were already furrowed when Ryusui ended up being one of the three to test the hot air balloon. Sure, you trusted in Senku’s abilities - you’ve seen what that mind of his can accomplish - but there was still room for unexpected errors. Errors that could lead to very horrible things you did not want to think about. Regardless, that adventure addicted man never missed out on a chance to make you age an additional ten years with his antics.

And as much as you would love to smile lovingly into the distance and say you wouldn’t have it any other way- Well, you couldn’t. You didn’t dare take away such a significant chunk of who he was, but you’d still appreciated it if he would slow down every now and then.

That poor heart of yours was on the brink of explosion almost every single day.

If only that stupid, stupid man wasn’t the love of your life.

For the nth time you looked up into the sky, in the direction the hot air balloon took off in. The stress was messing so hard with your brain you would constantly stop in the middle of your tasks, “Must be a real ain p-ay to deal with, huh?”, Gen appeared on your side, a half-amused, half-sympathetic look on his face. You shared eye-contact for a moment, before humming and looking back into the distance. He followed your gaze, “They’re all going to make it there safely. Senku wouldn’t have it any other way. And that man of yours doesn’t seem like the type to die easily.”, he tried to comfort you.

In return, you offer a sad smile, “Yeah, you’re right. He always comes back to me.”, you pause with a shaky breath, trying to surpress the tears that only seem to dwell up when you talk about your fear, “But…There can always be something.”

“Gen! We need your help over here!”

Nodding in understanding, you urged him to go see what’s up, assuring him you’ll be fine in time. As soon as he left, you let yourself sink to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest. The bustling noise in the distance started to feel like static, leaving you alone in an unbearable silence. Or were you too deep in your own head to hear anything? Either way, it started eating at you. Gnawing on your heart and mind.

You didn’t notice the tears at first. Only when the hiccups began did you realise you were crying.

That dumb, dumb, idiot.

[eyelambspider]

♡ Strawberry Shortcake || Stone

⤷ summary : stone's smoking when he suddenly realizes you look really fucking good, enough to start fantasizing about you ♡

┊pairing : harry stone x gn!reader ┊content warning : mention of drugs/smoking, swearing, nsfw, stone and his horni thoughts, lap sitting, shotgunning ┊word count : 1.6 k ┊a/n : completely inspired by his bo6 skin

The dry filter of the blunt pressed against his dry lips like an angels kiss. Reverent and duly satiating his thirst for that divine high.

Stone sighed softly, the nicely wrapped joint dangling between his lips as if it were made to sit there. His iconic green balaclava was rolled up in order to free his mouth for a well earned smoke. Exposing the stubbled expanse of his pale throat and jaw. Hints of a moustache peaking out from under the hem but still hidden by the knitted fabric.

Normally, he wouldn't have done something so... hasty—like rolling up his mask—but fuck he was dying for a buzz.

The fact you were sitting across from him was hardly a deterrent either.

Stone flicked the wheel of his lighter, cursing as it sparked but never caught. "Piece of shit," he murmured, the joint sticking to the edges of lips while he spoke.

Of all times...

The pad of his thumb ground against the small metal wheel, the skin already rough from the countless times he'd done this.

Click. Click. Click.

Until finally, the damned flame sparked to life. "Thank fuck," he muttered, uncharacteristically gentle as he cradled its warmth and brought the lighter up to his lips. The pearly paper caught and burned before ebbing into a low simmer. Finally getting what he had wanted since this whole 'operation' had started:

A fucking smoke.

He set the lighter down on the armrest, leaning back into the loveseat he had taken up residence on. Sinking into the old cushions as if he hadn't a worry in the world.

Stone finally closed his lips around the filter, breathing in low and deep, allowing the sugary sweet smoke to skim across his tastebuds and fill his lungs.

"Fucking hell-!"

Stone suddenly pitched forward, the burn of the smoke forcing him to expel a series of almost violent coughs and wheezes.

From where you sat, your eyes flickered up with a glint of discontent, watching as smoke began to pool around him in a thin fog.

The mission-the one you were both supposed to be doing-was to track and report on the small cafe across the street. Noting who came and went through its doors, and more importantly, waiting for your target to show up.

And yet, despite your protests, Stone had still managed to conjure up a blunt to smoke.

You didn't even need to say it. Stone could already feel the contempt rolling off you in waves as he cleared his burning throat, still snickering and coughing until he relaxed back into the loveseat with a soft thump.

"Didn't expect this shit to be so bloody sweet," he explained with a raw tone, pointing with the end of the joint as if to prove a point.

Wasn't sure what kind of weed he bought-didn't care either-but he wasn't expecting the smoke to taste like maple sugar and vanilla. Sweet wasn't his thing.

It didn't matter though, because just as quickly, Stone was bringing it back up to his lips, taking another long drag and letting it sit like cotton candy in his lungs. The second hit becoming easier.

He breathed out deep and smooth this time, the light grey smoke billowing out in soft plumes in the space between you two.

He sat back, utterly relaxed as he watched the smoky tendrils lick and curl upwards towards the ceiling in an intricate, formless dance.

For a few minutes, his slowly reddening eyes dilated and zoned in on the sight... before his eyes focused in on your form from beyond the thin veil of smoke.

Your head was already turned to the book perched in your hand, eyes always flickering to the side to watch and lookout for the target. Probably pissed that he took his 'break' to smoke...

You both knew he wouldn't be able to swap out and take watch for a while. Not while he was high.

"You're a bloody buzzkill, ya know that?" he piped up with a grin.

When you didn't respond, he didn't push it. No point in poking for a fight when all he wanted to do was sit back and enjoy the quiet; Now that he had time to smoke his weed 'n all.

Stone let his head loll against the cushion of the chair, angling his blue eyes upwards. Both of his arms were now slouched up on the armrests, his legs spread wide and comfortably.

A lesser man would've fallen asleep right then and there.

He pulled the joint from his lips, tapping the ash onto the motel carpet.

The initial burn of the blunt had rubbed his lungs raw. The feeling akin to breathing in a fine, powdered glass. But slowly the elegant pain wore off and filled itself in with a syrupy feeling that warmed his chest and spread out towards his fingers and toes.

Every nerve in his body begun vibrating and buzzing pleasantly. The high wrapped around his ribcage like an angels wings and staying there. Light and feathery.

Stone had to fight the urge to chuckle at the feeling. Like his body wasn't made of lead anymore... but rather: replaced by a soft cloud.

The room now smelled acutely like a carnival; Candy apples on a hot day, the smell of cotton candy and popcorn.

He licked his dry lips, remembering to reach up a heavy hand and pull his balaclava back down. The silence in the room stretching on.

He heard the sound of you flipping a page in your book, and suddenly propped his head up. Not particularly fast, but the movement made his vision swim and stretch. Trying to blink into focus.

For one reason or another, Stone seemed completely captured by your presence. His blue eyes couldn't let go. Watching as the dappled sunlight filtered through the window next to you, highlighting the supple curve of your cheek and lips.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath.

The masked man nearly jolted at the sudden perverse grumble that slipped from his lips... so profoundly surprised by the sound that his eyes widened slightly.

Where the fuck did that come from?

For a moment, he'd worried you'd heard the odd sound... but you didn't seem to notice. Thank fuck-... but... not being caught right away made the thoughts come flooding back just as quickly.

Your lips, your hair, the curve of your neck and throat.

His eyes kept drinking you in, roaming down your body with a soft hot desire. The buzz in his veins only making the situation worse for him.

The blunt was making him really fucking horny, filling his head with heady images and fantasies of what he'd like to do to you should he be given the chance.

Kiss your lips swollen, bite them until they were raw and you whimpered into his mouth. To tangle his hands in your hair and tug at your scalp. Wrap a hand around that throat of yours and just-bite or suck or squeeze a bit-

"Fuck" he muttered again, realizing he was sinking further and faster into the deep end. Getting worked up for... 'no reason'?

Stone pried his eyes away, trying to loll his head back again and focus on the bland popcorn ceiling above...

But he was getting fidgety, his leg bouncing softly as he tried to think of literally anything else-but all he could think of was fucking you.

The seat of his pants began to tighten, cock swelling beneath the denim at the mere thought of being buried in your heat.

He tried to hide his erection subtly, placing his free hand on his lap and covering it some.

Couldn't just take a smoke and relax, could he? Of course, the sweet blunt and smoke swirling in his head had to make him horny.

He tried to curse the feeling, but couldn't find a real push to do so... His body felt too good. Too alive.

So, he lifted his head again, stealing another glance at you.

Its not like you were doing much. Just sitting, chin in palm and reading. Eyes darting off to the side to watch the cafe... too wrapped up to notice he was painfully hard and fantasizing about you sitting in his lap instead.

Straddling him, wrapping those legs around his and seated on his thighs like you belonged there.

He shuddered involuntary at the thought, wishing and hoping you'd sit all your weight on him right about now.

He'd wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down onto his lap. Grind your hips against his in a way that spoke of a primal, instinctual need that was building inside of him. To cradle the back of your head and card his fingers through your hair. Hold your face so close to his that your noses would brush. Your soft looking lips skimming over his teasingly. He'd take a drag of his blunt, reveling in its sugary sweet tang before he pulled you close, waiting for you to part your lips so that he could kiss you. To breathe the warm smoke into your lungs, to feel you breathe him in like you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

To share a smoky breath like it was both your first and last.

Stone let out a shaky breath, panting softly as white-hot desire wracked through his body. His eyes were red around the edges now, blue eyes blown wide with a mix of THC and lust.

His leg never stopped bouncing, and he tapped the ash of his joint back onto the carpet again. Silently debating what or how he was going to fix the problem now throbbing insistently against his zipper.

[grapefives]

MY GOOD LOVE | HC

stanley snyder x m!reader + reader’s daughter

the thing was that stanley keeps distance he’s a loyal and reserved person, sworn life to xeno

so he was skeptical of you, totally unsocial despite your friendly attempts

he’s not a friendly guy, but gentil?

even he was surprised at how his heart melted at your young daughter’s giggles

he fell in love with the bundle of joy. there’s only adults, only fights, only your will to thrive

yet your daughter had not a care in the world, playing around and curious of the world

his heart DROPPED when you were nowhere in sight and she had a weapon

she’s 6, no idea of how things work and that is why he was PISSED when you weren’t supervising her

“are you ignorant? stupid?” were his first words for you, your daughter in his arms.

“excuse me-?” you try.

“you’re a sorry excuse of a father if you let your daughter roam around and risk letting her die.”

harsh words, harsh words indeed.

“stanley, i was helping dr.xeno…” you say softly, noting how your daughter is fast asleep in his arms.

and when xeno asks for you attention you can have NO distractions. stanley knows this.

so he was understanding, but still gave you a nasty look.

never spoke to you again after that, for like a solid month.

but your daughter kept bring him closer to you. she’d play soldier next to him and ask you for fake weapons

“okay little girl, maybe we should train you, you’d be a good asset for dr xeno,” he concluded

you FREAKED out when you caught him drilling your daughter into gruesome training

yet, your little girl was happy

and so, you supervised as much as possible when he trained her

you knew he didn’t like you

he knew you didn’t like him

yet you two spent more time together, and the two of you were the closest assets to xeno, so there was nothing more to be

but he watched you more, as you worked hard to push the mission forward

how you also swore your life to xeno

and your daughter sure was a good learner

he could use a inheritor

and despite how lanky and nerdy you were, you were strong. mentally. emotionally.

you made a good asset.

and eventually, he found himself liking you.

and wanting to protect you and your daughter

and despite how deep in love you two became

at the end of the day, you both knew xeno would be the death of you

yet, you two loved in your own way, living day by day not just by each others side, but knowing this is the most you two will ever overcome

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bear!reader is sweet and kind and all that, but everyone seems to forget that bears are dangerous and could maul three humans with their... bear hands... (I will not apologize)

So bear!reader who is able to be super intimidating and dangerous

Soap pushing Bear!readers buttons and reader letting out a low deep growl

Reader making Soap write lines as a punishment maybe?

Someone getting a bit too rough with Gaz or Stone and reader stepping in

Bear!reader with a scary side

You're so intimidating, it's true. Soap gets lines as a punishment regularly, because the man likes to test your patience. You're not one to be messed with, that's for sure.

Stone regularly has soldiers who think just because Stone is a Corpsman (a very tall Corpsman) that they can try and push him around. He's about to defend himself but there you come in, stepping in front of Stone and squaring up with the soldier. The soldier can't hold your stare so they eventually flee.

Gaz is never told he's not good enough to be sergeant by soldiers who are definitely thinking it (they're all envious of his record-breaking scores), because you're there to growl and fight literally anyone who tries to say it.

Ghost is a terrifying sight himself, but people cower even more when you're behind him. Staring them down. (He loves having scary dog privileges, it's nice.)

Price enjoys the way you make the higher-ups squirm (I imagine you're a captain too or maybe higher) when he's in a meeting with them, able to mouth off as much as he likes because you're there to back him up.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

😩😮‍💨 😩😮‍💨 Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 😩😮‍💨.

***

Imagine,

Silly boys (lovingly), who never thought in a million years, that they’d feel something they never knew they could feel, something called love, who unintentionally fell for you, bit by bit.

Silly boys, who began to crave your laughter, your smiles, your little gestures, your veiny hands, wrapped around their throat-

Silly boys, who refused to accept their feelings, mind reeling in confusion, why did they feel like this?…, who took forever to realise they’ve fallen, and fallen hard.

Silly boys, who bottle up their feelings, letting it all out one fine night, when they’re on the verge of passing out, drunk, in the backseat of your car.

Silly boys, who whimper and moan about how much they adore you, while you lovingly, although drunkenly, reciprocate their feelings, by crashing your lips down on theirs, hands roaming all over their warm, shivering body.

Silly boys, who easily break in your arms, and being the good little things they are, force themselves to not thrash around, as you push them into a mating press, folding them in half.

Silly boys, who are now drunk on the feeling of your cock/strap, buried deep inside their hole, rearranging their insides.

Silly boys, who babble out incoherent noises, eyes rolled to the top of their head, tongue lolling out, saliva dripping from the sides of their mouth.

Silly boys, who wait for your permission to release, wailing and clawing at your back as they come undone along with you, then pass out, while you ride out your high.

Silly boys, who wake up the next morning, feeling oddly refreshed, until they realise they’re in your bed, hands and feet entangled with yours, still naked.

Silly boys, who ghost you for a few days, too embarrassed about that one night, not knowing how they would face you ever again.

Silly lovesick boys, who come knocking at your door at 11 in the night, all hot and bothered, not a week later, whimpering and begging about how they need you, need your cock/strap buried deep inside them again, because none of their toys hit the perfect spot like you did. Please please please please.

Silly lovesick boys, who can’t create sensible sentences, only muttering out broken thank yous, over and over again, as you give them what they want need, driving them over the edge, as they give in to your guidance.

Silly lovesick boys, who you now have wrapped around your finger, both figuratively and literally. But you wouldn’t hurt them, or take advantage of them when they’re in this state, would you?

They trust you, worship you, with their body, mind and soul.

***

— I particularly had Hualian in mind, like a buy one get one free but other pretty boys who go with this, in my opinion, are BACHIRA, Reo, Nagi, Chigiri, Rin (idk why, he just does), SANZU, Baji, Mikey, Stanley, Ukyo, Yuno, William, Kafka, Blade, Dan Heng, Jiyan, Scar (hmmmm), and somewhere in the corner of my mind, Shidou (😩😮‍💨). + your favs of course💅✨

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Yandere Anasui Narciso X Therapist Female reader

Yep, will do. This is before Joylene went to prison and the events of Part 6 haven't happened yet. Pucci may be mentioned. I have never been to prison and am only using what I've seen of Green Dolphin as reference. Take anything that happens with a grain of salt.

Psychosis (Yandere Anasui Narisco x Fem! Therapist reader)

Tw: Sexism, mental illness, mentions of SA, murder, Anansui, obsessive behavior and other gross and suggestive themes. DON'T READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 17 (even still you're on thin ice if you complain).

The clicking of heels rings through the prison's male section as a woman walks beside two heavily armed security guards. The Green Dolphin male ward was no place for a woman to be by herself. The inmates either made disgusting comments about her and what they want to do to her, or they cursed her out and threatened to kill her when the guards leave.

The woman in question is (Y/N) (L/N) a recent graduate of Florida State University with a master's in psychology. While rather young, (Y/N) was a very bright person recommended to the Green Dolphin Street Prison by her professor. (Y/N) was very interested in the criminal mind and its workings, so this job while not glamorous piqued her interest. Sighing to herself, (Y/N) pulled down her skirt to cover as much of her upper legs as possible. Pigs. She knew none of them would have the courage to act this way when they were in a session with an armed guard.

"Listen newbie these prisoners contain some of the vilest criminals in Florida. You'll need to toughen up because your fancy degree won't be able to protect you." The male officer on your right sneered at (Y/N). (Y/N) huffed before turning to him. "I was under the impression that at least one armed guard would be nearby during a session." The guard on her left snickered mockingly, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. "You're a big girl, you should be able to protect yourself. Besides you ain't even that cute for no one to fu-" (Y/N) slapped the officer's hand away harshly, glaring in disgust. "You have no right to speak to me or any colleague that way." The left male officer's eyes narrowed into his puffy cheeks making him look like an angry bulldog. "You think you can speak to me bitch cause your hot shit?! I oughta beat you like your daddy should have."

The officer on the right looks away as the officer on the left closes in. To (Y/N) it became very apparent that the male officers saw no use of the female employees here and were threatened by her intelligence. She knew that they were masking their precious egos and wouldn't do anything. (Y/N) made no move to back away and looked the chubbier officer in the eyes. "You know projecting your own trauma onto others won't resolve the internal pain." The left guard's cheeks turn even redder as he pulls out his Billy Club. "Why you-!"

Before she was hit, (Y/N) calmly yet defiantly stares into the cop's eyes, he falters and snarls at the woman. "Fucking witch, what did you do to me?!" "Given you something to work on, now would you both kindly escort me to my patients or will I have to report to the warden for gross incompetence." Both prison guards grumbled something about (Y/N) being a "pretentious bitch" but (Y/N) could care less she had clients to meet.

It was turning night and (Y/N) had finished some paperwork on her latest client some blind man named Johngalli A. He refused to open up to her at all and kept staring at the wall. (Y/N) chuckles to herself about the irony of your statement before sighing...why couldn't she just be assigned to the women's ward? Well, time to go home and shower the day away.

Those bastard cops left her defenseless in the men's ward no less! (Y/N)'s heels being the only noise in the uncomfortably quiet hallway. (Y/N) darts her eyes left to right as she turns the corner. Once she gets out of the male ward she can walk to a gate! (Y/N) visibly relaxes at the sight of two guards at the front of the gate. She tenses back up as they block the gate with their faces obscured. "Is there a problem gentlemen?" (Y/N) asks the guards who stood like sentries before the gates of Hell.

"Oh, look at that it's princess, can't believe you survived your first day" cruel brown eyes stared directly into her soul. More cops with a vendetta against (Y/N), when will it end? (Y/N) huffs and tries to barge through the flesh barricade, only to be met with resistance. "What's the hurry pretty thing? We just want to get to know our coworker better right Lewis?" The second one pipes up causing Lewis to glare at him. "Shut it Darnell, just grab the girl!" Darnell shrugs before attempting to grab (Y/N), key word is attempted as (Y/N) does not want anything to do with these men. She elbows the one trying to grab her hard in the windpipe. Darnell wheezes and falls to the ground, (Y/N) pulls pepper spray out of her bag and sprays Lewis in the face. Lewis covers his eyes and falls to the floor hollering.

(Y/N) tries to make an escape when Darnell hits her in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. (Y/N) curses Darnell for recovering quickly as she falls to the ground, black spots filling her vision. "Fuck that bitch is quick on her feet." Darnell gasps as Lewis gets back up their voices become indistinguishable, but (Y/N) sees them getting down and trying to take of her clothes. Tears bubble up as she tries to move away only to be forcefully held down. The last thing (Y/N) sees and hears however is pink hair in her peripheral vision and a scream of agony.

(Y/N) wakes up in the trauma care center with prison nurses fussing over the bruising on her arms. Some cops who weren't complete dicks found the woman lying on the floor with her blouse partially unbuttoned and bruises on her arms and the back of her head. Hanging above your unconscious form were the dead bodies of your would-be assaulters Officers Lewis McVay and Darnell Thompson. Their bodies were so horribly disfigured that officers were only identified by a DNA test.

(Y/N) was horrified at the news yes, she thought they deserved to be punished but for someone to play God to this extent makes the woman feel unnerved. Her boss wasn't completely terrible since (Y/N) was given a week off. In this time, (Y/N) couldn't get the question out of her mind. Who saved her?

Monday at 9 am sharp (Y/N) arrives to work, she won't let the trauma stop her from helping the patients. Also bills need to be paid and college debt doesn't make life any easier. The guard at the front gate greets (Y/N) as she walks into the prison. Before (Y/N) can make it to the health wing, the warden approaches with a stern look on his normally pleasant face. "Ms. (L/N) I hope your break was pleasant, I regret to inform you that an inmate has personally requested you to be their therapist." That was news for (Y/N) as she was under the impression that most of the prisoners in the male ward hated her. It filled her with a weird sense of hope that her progress might not be all in vain.

"Great just hand me his personal files and we'll get started tomorrow." The warden held his puppet Charlotte up to you and spoke through it. "You don't understand, he wants to have a session now!" Now? (Y/N) was stunned why was the warden being so pushy about it. "Alright, I still need the man's files." The warden smiled and handed the woman the manila file under his arm. "Thank you very much Miss (Y/N) you've done the right thing." (Y/N) walked off in the direction of the male ward without bothering to respond.

The male prison ward was a lot quieter with the lack of jeers from the prisoners, however there was a lingering tension in the air. Many of the male prisoners glared daggers at the therapist as she made her way towards the room where her next patient was waiting. Inhaling (Y/N) put on her best brave face and opens the door. Waiting for her with a bored expression was a flamboyantly dressed man with long pink hair. The patient's rose-colored eyes lock with (Y/N) an indecipherable look as he trails her form. The therapist also took his appearance in further as she made her way to your seat.

His attire was impractical for a prison, consisting of a mesh shirt with pink shoe prints attached to it, a purple stewardess hat with gold horns on it, and thigh high white boots trailing up to the skimpiest brown skirt she's ever seen. Sitting down in the seat, (Y/N) greets her patient without breaking eye contact. "Good morning Anasui, I am (Y/N) (L/N) your therapist. I cannot prescribe you painkillers or antidepressants, but I can recommend you to a psychiatrist if I decide it is best for you." Silence. Very well, (Y/N) thought, he must not be quite comfortable yet. "The warden told me you requested my services personally, is that correct?" Anasui stares at your mien before speaking in a baritone voice. "I did doctor." (Y/N) shakes her head as she looks sheepishly at Anasui "Oh no I'm no doctor, I can't afford to spend any more time in college."

"Interesting"

(Y/N) got uncomfortable, it felt like Anasui was the therapist not her. "Do you find my lack of a doctorate amusing Mr. Anasui?" (Y/N) switched to strict therapist voice, she needed to let him know that she won't bend to whatever he has planned for her. Anasui stands up from his seat and stalks closer to the therapist. (Y/N) maintains eye contact with the prisoner as he kneels down until their foreheads are touching. "Why are you here (Y/N)?" Anasui asks as his hot breath fans over the woman in front of him, his tourmaline eyes scanning her facial features for any trace of dishonesty. (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed as she retorted sternly. "That is none of your concern Anasui, please return to your chair." "I won't." (Y/n) furrowed her brow in frustration as Anasui seemed to only get closer. She knows not to reveal all her cards, yet she knows that Anasui will refuse to continue this session unless he's pacified.

"If you must know Anasui, I happened to get into my profession because the criminal mind fascinates me. Now would sit down so I can figure out how to help you?" (Y/N) glares at the unruly patient in front of her, Anasui pulls away and stands back up to his full height, peering down at her. Anasui scoffs before sauntering over to his chair and sitting down. (Y/N) sighs before scribbling down 'difficult patient' on her patient notes. Who could blame her for being a little petty with a criminal? "Alright Anasui how was your childhood?"

(Y/N) came out of the room weary and a bit defeated. It was difficult to get through to someone who looked at her as if she were nothing. The little she gathered about him were short normally one-word answers. However, the audacity does not end there as Anasui asked many invasive questions about the therapist's personal life. (Y/N) gave lackluster responses and it seemed to be the only time that Anasui paid any attention during their session, as she would meet his unwavering gaze greedily soaking up the answers. It was honestly quite creepy.

(Y/N) was not watching where she was going as she collided with a firm object, causing (Y/N) to fall and drop her papers everywhere. "My apologies miss (L/N), I must not have been watching where I was going." A deep yet warm voice spoke as (Y/N) looked up to be met with the prison's chaplain Enrico Pucci. The young flushed as the handsome man offered you a firm hand, pulling her up. He was quite handsome for a man of the cloth. "Oh no father it was my fault, I've been stressed with work recently." Pucci nods his head as he gives (Y/N) a knowing look. "The prisoners here can be quite difficult, but you must not let you stray from guiding these lost lambs to salvation." (Y/N) smiles gratefully at the encouragement from the priest. "Thank you, father I won't let, you down." Pucci waves as the woman walk to the canteen for your meal. She won't let Anasui best her.

Not now, not ever

Lunch was uneventful as the therapist ate in the cafeteria, none of the inmates attempted anything. Must still be afraid of what happened to the last people who tried. (Y/N) didn't mind the peace as she looked through Anasui's file in hopes of getting some information which might crack him. It said he was a lonely boy who enjoyed taking things apart and was sent to the psychiatric ward for disassembling a neighbor's car. Clearly some compulsive behavior that continued on in a disturbing way with his crime. When he caught his girlfriend in bed with another man, Anasui methodically killed and disassembled their body parts so "they'd never be together again". You would think that was the actions of a mentally ill individual, but the psychiatric analysis declared Anasui was perfectly sane. Well, there goes her appetite, however (Y/N) achieved interesting information for her next session with Anasui.

(Y/N) awoke in a cold sweat to the blare of the alarm. She had one of the most disturbing nightmares about Anasui looking down at her with rage and slicing her limbs off one by one as she bleeds to death. The inmate's furious expression frightened her as (Y/N) had never seen more than a neutral expression on the pink haired criminal's face. The woman wanted to avoid that terrible fate of choking on her own blood, so she was determined to get into Anasui's good graces. Dressing in a comfortable sweater and a nice pair of dress pants, (Y/N) applies a slight bit of makeup before walking out the door in pleather dress shoes.

Morning traffic was light as (Y/N) drove down to the prison with a (hot beverage) in hand. Florida's weather was not (Y/N)'s favorite as she felt sweat beats form on the hand holding her beverage. She just hoped the air conditioner was working in her office as she had some paperwork to do after meeting with Anasui. Crossing the bridge, (Y/N) showed her work badge to the officer in the front before driving to the employee parking lot. She was ready to deal with her unruly patient.

(Y/N) could feel the tension filling the room. Anasui refused to look at her and the only sound was the scribbling of her pen. Alright time to deploy new tactics, not looking up from her paperwork (Y/N) asks. "Anasui what's your opinion on love?" At this question, Anasui sat up straight and burned holes into the top of her head. "My opinion on love?" Anasui slowly asks as if he's not sure what (Y/N) just said. (Y/N) looks up with a sweet smile. "Yes, I would like to know how you feel about love. How have you felt it? Who you've loved?" Anasui looks at the therapist with an unreadable expression before he sighs. "I don't love anyone." (Y/N) raises an eyebrow before shaking her head. "That's not what I asked, I want to know how you feel about love. I doesn't have to be romantic or recent, just tell me about your view on love."

Anasui looks like he had been punched in the gut as he looked away from his therapist's calm yet curious expression. "I never loved my family." Anasui began looking unsure of himself as the woman in front of him gestures for him to continue. "It was nothing they did wrong, I just never really cared what happened to them. I never cared about anyone until I met her..." Anasui looks down at his boots as if contemplating how much to share. "Was she your girlfriend?" (Y/N) asked gently, a tone that surprised Anasui. Anasui nodded and looked up to meet the woman's gaze. (Y/N)'s face was warm and welcoming a contrast to the normally hard professional exterior. "What was she like?" Anasui flushed at the question as he looked up dreamily. "She was perfect. Tough yet kind, I felt like I held the world in my arms when I held her." His face softened as his eyes filled with adoration. "What changed?"

At this question Anasui's eyes filled with rage, the same rage that (Y/N) saw in her dream. "I found another man with her in her bed, fucking her right before my eyes. How could she be so shameless as to sleep with another when she was mine?!" Anasui raised his voice towards the end, vitriol filling his voice as his eyes grew dark and a blank expression came across his face. "I figured if that if she didn't love me anymore than she deserved to die. The man who led her astray had to go too." (Y/N) shivered as she tried to keep a neutral face at the prisoner's confession. His voice was measured and cold like a true killer. (Y/N) knew she had to get him out of this volatile head space, or she might be next.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through such heartbreak, love isn't always easy. I don't think you should give up on love entirely Anasui, there's always someone out there for everyone." The therapist hid the waiver in her voice as she felt ice shoot up her spine, Anasui's dead eyes gazed at her apathetically. (Y/N) jumped as Anasui appeared right in front of her caging her into her chair with his body, his gaze fixed like a predator observing its prey. How did he get up so fast?! Anasui observed the panic on (Y'N)'s face as he leaned into her face. "Do you really believe there is someone who is willing to love a monster like me? A murderer who killed two innocent people and feels no remorse?" Anasui challenged the woman in front of him, daring her to delude herself in believing that he was worthy of love.

"Yes, I believe that even murderers can find love." (Y/N) steadily stated placing her hands in her lap to hide how badly they were shaking. The man who put her in such a compromising position scared her to know end. She had dealt with many vile criminals that threatened her life but there was always anger, blazing fire in their eyes. Anasui was icy cold as nothing was displayed behind his eyes. His forehead bumped into (Y/N)'s harshly as he looked her up and down. "Could someone like you love me? Someone innocent and free from the cement walls that confine me?" (Y/N) brought her own face close enough for their noses to touch before speaking. "Yes, even innocent people can fall in love with criminals. It's up to the criminals to open themselves up to the idea of being in love though." Anasui's eyes widened at her action and words, she was tough. However, the fire in her eyes was something beautiful to experience firsthand. She cared enough to try to get through to him which means she cares.

She must love him

His eyes fill with an emotion he only held for one other person, adoration. (Y/N)'s eyes widen as Anasui plants his lips on her forehead and he pulls away smiling. She had never seen this man smile, except when he mentioned his ex. Her gut felt like it was filled with lead as Anasui takes her hands in his and speaks. "I think I'm ready to love again."

I think I'm ready to love again

What an ominous warning for what was to come. If (Y/N) could come back and warn her previous self not to take on Anasui as a patient, she would. However, it seems he was obsessed with her before even officially meeting. This obsession morphed from curiosity to some bastardized version of love. Some sick replacement for affection. (Y/N) couldn't continue this charade of being the caring therapist if it meant her life was in peril. She'd have to move to the women's ward or worst case, another prison entirely. Stirring the coffee that she obtained from the break room, (Y/N) contemplated her next move. Anasui is a dangerous man, who knows how he will react to her leaving? For now (Y/N) needed to lay low and make it perfectly clear to Anasui she did not love him at all.

"You're late." Anasui's voice held a tinge of annoyance as (Y/N) set her leather satchel down. The woman grimaces at the sign of a negative emotion, keep calm and everything will be fine. (Y/N) turned to Anasui and gave him a professional smile. "I don't think it's possible for a therapist to be late, if this concerns you, we can finish later." Anasui considers this and nods, scooting his chair in to be closer to his beloved therapist. (Y/N) pushes her own chair further away from the pink haired male, causing him to frown. "Anasui, you know I am your therapist, right?" Anasui gives her a dreamy look as he reaches out to (Y/N). "You are that and more my darling." (Y/N) recoils into herself at his lovesick eyes burn holes in her very soul. She needs to pick her next words carefully.

"As your therapist it is important that I maintain a distance from your personal life. I believe that it is wise for us to observe our relationship as patient and provider, nothing more and nothing less."

"Marry me."

"What?" The cold feeling of dread raked its icy fingers through your neck hairs, which stood at attention. Anasui's pink lips quirk into a confident smirk as he pulls a small black box out of God knows where. He opened it to reveal a modest ring with a small diamond. "I see no need to court properly as we already know so much about each other. I want you to be my wife and I will be your husband." "NO." (Y/N) shouted her calm facade quickly unraveling as Anasui approached her chair once more.

"No."

(Y/N) looks away from the towering pinkette in front of her, the room's energy becoming sharp and frigid like an icicle. (Y/N) had to stand firm now or she would never escape this monster "I can't marry my patient; besides you know nothing about me." (Y/N) thought reason would reach the seemingly logic-oriented prisoner, but he was too far gone. A rough hand gripped her chin and pulled her face to peer at his own misty-eyed stare. "You're wrong, I know more about you than even your own parents. I can treat you better than any other man so why do you refuse me." (Y/N) didn't believe him one bit.

"What's my favorite color?"

"(F/C)."

"When was I born?"

"(DOB)."

"Do I have a pet?"

"No but you've also preferred cats over dogs."

(Y/N) gasped and pushed herself further in her chair as the monster in front of her caged her in once more. This has to be a bluff, an attempt at besting her, she won't yield. "Anasui if you don't sit down, I will alert the guards." (Y/N)'s tone waivered as her eyes were wild with panic. Anasui soaks in (Y/N)'s terrified expression with a deadpan expression. "If you call the guards, I'll slaughter every last one of them. If you leave, I'll break out and find you." His eyes did not lie as he said this phrase, she were frightened. How unstable could a prisoner be to claim to love her after only a few visits?

Before (Y/N) could retort, Anasui slams his lips on hers muffling any cry for help. He took advantage of her open mouth to wriggle his pink muscle in. (Y/N) screamed into the kiss as Anasui had closed his eyes in bliss. The therapist lay limp as she let him have his way with her mouth, before he pulls away a sting of saliva connecting (Y/N) to this ravenous beast. "If you're not ready for marriage now we can court, just know that refusal can lead to the death of many." Leaning down to place open mouth kisses on her now exposed neck, leaving pink lipstick marks all over.

"What will it be (Y/N) marriage or courtship?"

[issacballsac]

“Being a Member of BLAST”

Life is short why not take a chance and join a band? Masc!reader intended

Minor spoilers for NANA

Joining | Nana

Actually joining the band wasn’t hard especially because when you met Nana there was no band💀

You guys met at the train station when she first moved to Tokyo

You already lived in Tokyo and were just returning from a trip when you saw her

It was like an instant click she caught your eye

“Hey, do you happen to sing by any chance?”

“Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about that just know I can play guitar pretty damn good if I do say so myself!”

She was tired from the long ass ride and didn’t know anyone in Tokyo aside from Ren

Went back to your place and played for her

“I’ll think about it.”

Nana isn’t a very emotional or open person so she tends to keep secrets but over time if you guys get that close she’ll vent to you

If you smoke she’ll always ask you for your lighter

Older sister younger brother energy

Opposites | Hachi

Nana paid you an abrupt visit to tell you about her new place and totally not just for you to fix the AC

Checking the place out you laid eyes on an inverted version of Nana

“Hi, I’m Nana Komatsu!”

“Just call her Hachi.”

“Nana!”

“Nice to meet you, Hachi?”

She’s had a crush on just about every BLAST member , so, of course she has had a crush on you before

If you wear makeup or paint your nails she would love to do it for you

Amazing cook and if you ever wanted anything she’d happily make it for you

She rlly just wants to be needed

Definitely went to you for relationship advice with Nobu

You tend to just appear places so you were one of the first people to know about her pregnancy and went to the hospital with her

You stayed outside though to avoid ppl thinking you were the father 💀

You def don’t help with her shopping addiction

Shopping sprees constantly that’s why your broke as shit

“Should I get the soft blue or purple skirt?”

“Both.”

After the Takumi drama you guys would stay in contact and when Nobu wasn’t at your place she’d come to watch you practice alone

You’d support her decision because it’s her life in the end

Formation | Nobuō

The unforgiving aggression spewing from your ringing phone at the dead of night

Some random number was calling you and for whatever reason you answered, confident that it wasn’t a scam caller

“Hello?”

“It’s Nana, come over.”

“I’m not into late night favours if you get what I mean.”

“That’s not what I’m calling for, just get over here!”

Reluctantly wandering the dark streets of Tokyo you made your way over to Nana’s apartment, you’d only been there once to help with the AC where you learned of the other Nana or Hachi

Opening the door to reveal the two residents and a blonde man standing with his guitar in hand

“Took you long enough. Anyways, like I said Nobuo I already have a guitarist so go home.”

“Well we could always play together I have nothing against dual guitars!”

“You aren’t helping.”

“Good.”

You and Nobu got along great your guitars and personalities blending perfectly

He talks with you about everything especially when he and Hachi get together

If you’re shorter than/same height him he’d be happy to have another short guy in the band

If you’re taller he’d be happy if you didn’t make fun of his height though he does tend to light heartedly joke abt it

He likes to go to you for fashion inspiration and vice versa

Drunk karaoke

You would help him with song writing

You guys would be around the same age too so besties

You guys get along the best in the band

The bass | Shin

After the whole Nobu moving to Tokyo fiasco all you guys need is a bassist and drummer

Nobu sending you a picture of Hachi’s little drawing of the 3 of you on the band poster

You met up with them at the studio to practice with Shinichi on bass

For such a young kid he was pretty good player (granted your only like 6-7 years older)

Being confused right alongside him when everyone stopped playing

You, Shin, and Nobu are like the 3 musketeers

You- Oldest, Nobuo - Middle, Shin - Youngest

Shin snatched your clothes on a daily basis much like he does with Nobu

Unlike Nobu, you don’t care

He stays over at your place more than you’d like to admit

He basically lives there

He would definitely go to you about the Reira/Layla situation

Has mini fashion shows in your room with a fake runway and everything

You guys play games together on your console

He relaxes and is actually a kid when he hangs out with you

Has you paint his nails

He has moments when he storms off if you bring up a certain subject but he never stays mad for long and shows up at your door

Likes to go eat at new places with you especially if you’re paying for it

“I’m gonna get the chocolate croissants, one of those fancy hot chocolates, and..oh! You’re paying for this right?”

“Um..”

Bit a of spoiler kinda but later in the manga when he got arrested you’d be the only one to visit him

Completion | Yasu

You definitely shat yourself when you first met Yasu

He’s the responsible one in the band so he’s like a father figure to you especially if you didn’t have one

You two probably get to the studio first before anyone else

He’d always let you talk/rant to him if you ever needed to

Would be surprised if you remembered his birthday and got him a gift

If you smoke he’d go on smoke breaks with you

If you don’t smoke he’d make sure to hold his cigarette away from you/out of your face

Would teach you various card games

If you didn’t want to watch a movie alone he’d watch it with you

Any legal troubles go to him

Scratch that ANY troubles go to him

“Man you’re like a wise monk.”

“..because I’m bald?”

“No, because you’re wise..and because you’re bald.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bear! Reader who is getting white hairs faster every minute of every day, and how would the other 141 react to it?

Price is just glad someone else is graying with him, okay? But also he's lowkey worried about the amount of stress you're in if you're graying so fast. He'll tell the rest of the boys to not be so chaotic around you, because surely dating five men is adding onto your stress.

Gaz adores your gray hairs. He compliments you daily, calling you handsome and honestly every name in the book. He's also secretly worried about the amount of stress you're under, so he gives you nice massages to help.

Soap complains that you shouldn't be able to age. He wants you to live forever, damnit. So he tells you to stop graying (as if you can stop that) and then he says you age like fine wine (because is it Soap if he's not absolutely feral over you?).

Ghost always thought you looked rather young for your age, even with your hairy body and the way you exuded authority. But seeing gray hairs in your beard, hair, and chest hair... It makes him really realize that his daddy issues is what drew him to you in the first place . He does like that he's dating a silver fox though.

Stone already knew he had daddy issues and that it drew him to you (he likes older men, we can't judge him), so he's over the moon when you start graying. ("Yes, Daddy, please become a silver fox.") It makes him more affectionate somehow, the way he takes even greater pleasure in rubbing your cheeks together so he can see the graying hairs of your beard move with the action.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

I found this in my drafts. I did not recheck it. I do not trust myself, so if there is something wrong with the fic, just pretend a middle schooler wrote it or something. Yea.

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Imagine,

Pretty boys, who have the most dazzling smile you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but who look so much prettier while crying, whimpering and begging, all for you.

Pretty boys, who have the most beautiful jade like skin, just sensitive enough to leave cute little red marks, as you mark them as yours, and yours only.

Pretty boys, who have the most luscious and silky hair, who take care of it like their most prized possession, allowing only you to tangle your fingers in it, to tug at it so mindlessly, especially when you force them to look at you.

Pretty boys, who have the most prettiest outfits, little dresses and skirts, that they’ve never dared to wear in public, until you came along, ready to gouge anyone’s eyes out if they stared at your precious doll for more than a second.

Pretty boys, who wear a collar when they go to any event with you, readily accepting the fact that everyone must know that they belong to you, and only you.

Pretty boys, who throw hissy fits whenever you refuse to play with them, knowing full well that dolls that behave badly must be punished (which was really their whole point of throwing a fit, but they daren’t say it out loud lest you throw them away into the toy box for a few hours as real punishment.).

Pretty boys, who would never ever go against your orders, because they’re scared that you’ll throw them away, akin to how children would throw away the dolls they’ve been playing with for so long and have gotten bored of.

Pretty boys, who wish they could make time stop at moments where you lovingly take care of them, be it doing their skin and hair care, or dressing them up, but especially during the time when they still feel the afterglow of sex, when you murmur sweet nothings into the crook of their neck, telling them how precious they are to you, and how they are your most priced possession, one you’ll never let go of, even after they become so yesterday.

Pretty boys, who believe with their body, mind and soul, that their purpose in life is to be the most precious doll, your most precious doll.

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[sunny-mercya]

Bitter Sweet Reminder

Ryusui Nanami x Male Reader

Fandom -> Dr. Stone

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Warning! Mention of; Depression, Suicidal thoughts & tendencies and Self-harm

There's a smell lingering in the air, so sweet—not too overwhelming sweet, more leaning towards the tamer side of scents—and yet at the same time bitterly, which wanders through everyone hut and pulls them in to an carving of appetite.

»Would you like to taste them first, Captain?« François—after pulling out a new batch of the pastries they have made today, after all the new Oven, which Senku had newly created, have to be tested out—offers a plate to their friend.

Of course, when it comes to François culinary skills, Ryusui is always the first one to be there and, he's a Captain after all, gets to have the very first batch before everyone else.

»They look like Croissants. Are they some?«

»They are. Though I've touched them up with some filling.«

Ryusui takes a bite, than another and another one soon after—having eating three croissants by now—but the more he chewed and not devouring it like a man in starvation, which he always do so though, the more he really notice the taste of the filling itself.

Vanilla Lemon.

It's a filing, rare in use—at least in Japan, despite their variety use of wild flavours and combinations, but in Europe it's definitely something common—Ryusui hadn't tasted in while and such bursting flavour rattles up memories, he couldn't believe not remembering anymore.

»Captain? Everything okay?« François wouldn't say they were worried about Ryusui, he didn't look sick or injured, but when their Captain stopped eating—dropping the pastry back on the plate, head down in his hand and clutching his hair—François admits, something must be wrong with their Captain to make him act like this.

Oh, such taste! Such wonderful taste, which is like heaven for the tongue, Ryusui hadn't in a million decades to experience once more, not after what happened with his fiancé—and oh god, how could Ryusui start forgot about him, his sweet treasure.

»Hey, is he okay?«

»Is Ryusui sick? Should we call the doc?«

The others have come as well to François little, testing, bakery hut—wanting a taste of such goodies as well—but upon seeing Ryusui so shaken up, does worry them.

François shrugs their shoulders, »It seems, my Captain is in a state of shock.«

They all huddled around him, repeatedly asking if he's okay, because seeing Ryusui Nanami so shaken up and with tears brimming in his eyes, was such a unsettling sight to witness—after all, Ryusui is a person of big confidence.

»Give the man some space!« Gen snapped at the others, wrestling himself through the small crowd—grabbing Ryusui's arm and pulling him upwards to stand.

»I'm sorry...« although Ryusui had mumbled it so quietly, Senku and Gen had still heard it—given one another a glance.

»C'mon, let's take a walk and you tell us what's going on to make you so shaky.« Senku puts an arm round his friend shoulder, leading him with Gen away from the others.

~~~•~~~

These exquisite pastries, with their unique flavour to taste, had become your favourite—one of the few remaining foods you still had an appetite for—during the last few months of you still getting to live, before death embraces you.

It was a accidental discovery from Ryusui, when he had rummaged through the kitchen in hopes of finding something to snack on—anything really, wouldn't have mattered if it's had been a salty or sweet snack as long as it was something you still had the energy to munch on without feeling like to vomit afterwards—but this weekend the cabinets had been all empty.

Ryusui had cursed, loud enough for you to hear, slamming shut the doors again, stuttering out an excuse not to worry and how's everything is fine afterwards—it's already bad that Ryusui himself is fumbling with uprising panic, he doesn't want you to get all, or even much more, anxious as well now.

»Here, I've brought these baked goodies this morning. They're European exquisites and the newest delicious hype in our upperclass.«

Ryusui presents the plate to you, like he does with every gift he has brought you, in a striking gesture of flaunting wealth—even though all these expensive gifts had not brought you the happiness Ryusui had hoped for—and perhaps this saying of money can't buy you happiness is true—it still makes you chuckle whenever Ryusui does these silly poses of presentations.

Money had never been a problem for Ryusui, although before—in contrast to now, with his thriving thirst for greed and constant succession—he hadn't cared about money, despite being from a wealthy family with a huge company—which Ryusui also didn't wanted to become the next heir to it as he much rather wished to pursue another career—at all, but than you had become ill and now Ryusui believes money could make everything better.

»Ryu...« upon hearing your voice, which sounded on the verge of tears, Ryusui turns to you—worry etching onto his face.

»Are you okay [Nickname]? Does your wounds hurt?«

»Ryu,« you continued to sniff around in teary hiccups.

Taking your hands in his, Ryusui asks again, »Tell me, [Nickname], what is wrong?«

Glancing down to your bandaged wrist, Ryusui checks if you're bleeding thru them—if your self inflected wounds are much deeper than he had anticipated at first, when treating your wounds.

After your diagnosis, where you had been told you only would live for a few more years—definitely not making it past your early twenties—you had fallen into a depression, having no desire anymore to enjoy the rest of your life and neither do you feel like to continue it—tried more than once, unsuccessfully, to take your own life.

At some point you had gotten better, mentally at least—and although not completely, still having your occasional weeks of an overdue breakdown, which leads you to carve into self-harming tendencies and thoughts—thanks to Ryusui help, who stayed by your side all this time and tried his best to be as supportive as possible—even when it meant going from a little shy and calm personality to a sharp confidently one.

But tonight something must have shaken you so badly up, that you cut much deeper—with a force to definitively leave scars behind—and if Ryusui hadn't checked up on you, when you take awfully long enough a bath, you would've died of blood loss for sure.

»These croissant, they are so yummy! Really yummy! And I just– I just– just have realised that, that I won't ever can't eat such delicious treats with you together soon and I– I« your voice cracks, breaking down in Ryusui arms now, weeping out your heart.

»It's okay! It's okay, [Nickname]! I promise you, we will eat as many croissants as we want!«

»Love you much, Ryu! I love you so much!«

Ryusui's breath hitched, in all these years—when getting the diagnosis—you hadn't said any “I love you” to him at all, not because you had fallen out of love with him, but because these few mere words were heavy on your tongue—felt to sacred to say on a daily base when times seems to run out.

»Love you too, [Name]. I really do love you too, my golden treasure.«

~~~•~~~

»Aah, I see. François croissants had brought back these memories and now you felt guilty, because you believe you've forgetting [Name].« concluded Gen, looking at Ryusui—who still desperately tries to hold in his own tears.

»You know, Ryusui, we can build a proper gravestone. To honour [Name] and than you can bring him sometimes the croissants he loved so much.«

»That sounds nice. Thank you Senku.«

»Anything for you my Captain and friend.«

[zaimta]

I TOTALLY FELT YOU WHEN YOU SAID DR STONE IS LIKE A DRUG OMG its like my lifeline at this point

i was wondering if i could request a small drabble or headcanons for ryusui !! i keep having this repeating idea of him with a reader who’s like his childhood friend and ever since they were young, ryusui always tried to pursue them romantically but reader would always just laugh it off, thinking he was joking. but ryusui never gave up on his love for the reader!!

(spoilers for the treasure island arc)

but once everyone on the perseus gets petrified, leaving the reader (who had gone with the recon team to scout the area), reader starts to realize just how much they were worried for him, and especially when he comes back to them in fragments after kohaku smashed him. and the second that he gets revived, the reader is all over him and telling him how worried they were, and the second that the two of them are alone (maybe the team recognized that they were having a moment and let them have it?) reader confesses that they return his feelings and the possibility of possibly losing him helped them realize that? O:

male reader would be preferred (ryusui bi icon frfr), but i dont mind gender neutral!! :D

thank you so much for your time in advance, and remember to stay hydrated!! (expect more interactions from me, im literally obsessed with your works ❤️❤️)

彡zai says- the brain rot this gave me was insane back on my dr stone grind!! he really is a bi icon i'll never forget what he said to tsukasa (ngl i read it a year ago so i spitballed the lore lol)

paring: ryusui x male reader

warnings: SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

ever since you were kids you were always the main thing on his mind. he was constantly teasing you and clinging to your side. as you got older it turned into him flirting with you and seeing how far he could push your buttons until you got flustered.

when senku broke him from the stone he was more focused on you than himself, he knew you had an impressive skill set and he used that to his advantage. even if they didn’t have enough revival fluid he brought you along anyways, dressing your statue so when they could revive you, you were ready to go.

when you came to you immediately fell into someone’s arms. their hold on you was firm but also familiar, and their scent was familiar too it was almost comforting. you pulled back to look back at them, and you were met with ryusui smiling down at you “i missed you.”

you laughed and gently removed yourself from his hold “i’m sure you did.” you didn’t notice it but his face slightly faltered.

his flirting was no better when the two of you were alone, as a matter of fact, it was only worse. the two of you sat alone staring at the moon, he spent most of the time staring at you instead of the sky “you’re so handsome, the way you shine in the moonlight is amazing.” you laughed again and rolled your eyes. you always assumed his flirting was just empty words, he was the human version of greed after all he craves everything the world has to offer and he does this to everyone.

“you don’t have to keep saying those things ryusui. i know you don’t mean them.”

he stared at you, no matter how many times he tells you he adores you or how many times he admits how he wants nothing more in the world than you, you never believed him.

at least not until the incident.

when you first laid eyes on his stone body you wanted to scream but you couldn't, the scream was barely louder than a whisper hardly a scream at all. it only got harder when kohaku brought him and the others back as fragments.

the second he was revied the team cleared out and kohaku sent you a knowing glance.

one the two of you were alone you immediately wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug "i was so worried about you, i thought i lost you." he returned your embrace and rested a hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him "you could never lose me." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and for the first time instead of backing away from his affection you accepted it.

you gently pull back from his hug to look at him face to face "i've realized some things."

he raises a brow "and what would that be?"

"how much i care for you, and how much you care for me." his hand moves to gently cup your cheek while his thumb gently caressed your cheek "oh? and how much do i care for you?"

"you've basically spent most of our lives trying to win me over, and every time i never really responded to them or gave you any straight answer. so why did you never give up?"

he smiled at you "that's easy. because i'm the greediest guy there is." your face slightly fell which caused him to chuckle "you didn't let me finish. because i'm the greediest guy there is i know there's no greater treasure than your heart. i'd stop at nothing to make you my boyfriend and to be yours."