#you found me so this is how I retaliate(you totally didn't know before hand not at alllllll /hj)

[gumibuki]

This is a little gift for @glitchyvoice's au fates twine mainly for their Lamb, Mara! Once again I really liked the dress <3

[blarshwritezz]

Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

[astrophileous]

Thunderstorm

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Spencer Reid was never a fan of thunderstorms. On one particular night, he woke up to one.

Warning(s): established relationship, mentions and/or depictions of gun violence/injury, protective spencer, parent-child relationships, I think that's it (?) this one is really just fluff wrapped in more fluff 🥰

Word Count: 2400-ish

Author's Note: HELLO! I'm finally back from the dead (yayyy)!! To celebrate, and as we all wait for me to finish rewriting the remaining chapters of love bugs, I'm posting this fic here for you all to enjoy :) I think it's the fluffiest piece I've ever written (srsly, not even a drop of angst!) so I hope you will enjoy! Let me know what you think okkk, don't forget to LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG if you like this one xx btw I'm pretty sure this can be read as gender neutral reader since I'm positive I didn't use any gender-conforming words, but pls lmk if I'm wrong!

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer hated thunderstorms.

He had many memories of them, not particularly good ones. Most of them involved him being on the field during yet another atrocious case, gun and flashlight in hand, trekking after muddy footsteps that belonged to an UnSub he was chasing.

He had been shot, once, during a thunderstorm. The bullet lodged itself against his bulletproof vest before the perpetrator had received a retaliation shot from Derek's gun. The vest had saved his life that night. The nasty bruise decorating his torso for the following week, though, served as a sufficient reminder in Spencer's mind.

Thunderstorms were a natural enemy whenever he was on the field. Unfortunately for him, the rivalry seemed to continue past the doorstep of his home, too.

Back when sleep was a luxury that he had to scour and cherish, thunderstorms would be the antagonist that kept the two even further apart. The sound of heavy rain against windows was a line of needles prickling into his circadian rhythm, erasing any possibilities of sleep if he was even lucky enough to have them in the first place.

On those nights, Spencer would sit against the headboard with a book in his lap, hoping that the passage detailing the fall of Joseon Dynasty in Korean Peninsula--or the rise or Majapahit Empire in the island of Java, whichever had caught his interest more at that specific moment in time--would be enough distraction to take his mind off the disaster wreaking havoc outside of his apartment.

Thanks to years of therapy, Spencer now had found it easier to chase sleep whenever he needed it. Still, its sweet relief stood no chance against the chaos brought by a raging thunderstorm.

This time, too, was no different.

Spencer had been dreaming. A land of reverie where his tongue had tasted honey, where his nose had recognized the hint of mint and juniper berry before the image was rattled by a high-pitched shriek in the sky.

When Spencer opened his eyes, the bedroom was enveloped in a near state of total darkness.

The sharp cry he heard had come from a lightning that struck momentarily before he woke up. Five seconds later, another one struck again, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Spencer's body as he waited for the imminent thunder to shatter the atmosphere.

Spencer shut his eyes in an attempt to get his racing heart back under control. Once he opened them again, the remnants of sleep had washed away from his pupils, allowing him to take in the empty bed, the chill bedroom, and the opened door right across from where he was sitting.

Frowning, Spencer thought back to a few hours prior. How he had promptly retired to the bedroom after coming home from work. He remembered clearly--courtesy of his eidetic memory--having slammed the door shut before he got ready for bed.

A creak in the floorboards outside his bedroom door compelled Spencer to reach into the bedside drawer, fingers inching nearer to where the secret holster of his gun was located.

Before his hand could wrap around the weapon, the bedroom door was pushed ajar, revealing a familiar figure standing in the doorway, outline cast by a hazy kind of luminance.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were an intruder."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. A playful smile sweetened by the gentle glow radiating off the flickering candle in your hand.

"It's just me," you assured him, finally stepping into the threshold and placing the candle on top of the dresser.

"I can see that." He watched you approaching, gaze never straying even when you picked up the comforter a tiny bit to slip back into bed. "Where did you go?"

"Went down to check the breaker. Power's out completely, by the way. Looks like the storm took out the whole block."

He made a disapproving face at your response. "You were in the basement? Alone?"

Your forehead furrowed at the tone of Spencer's voice. It wasn't until you glimpsed the telltale sign of worry in his eyes that your shoulders eventually deflated. "I'm okay, Spencer."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because," you began, an amused smile threatening to split your face into two, "it's a three flights of stairs walk from our bedroom, darling. I think I can manage it just fine."

"But--"

"Besides," you cut him off, silencing him with a gentle palm pressing on his cheek. Spencer instantly melted at the contact. "I know how you get during nights like this. I wanted to let you have as much sleep as you could before the storm eventually wakes you up."

His hand circled around your wrist, then, bringing it upwards so that he could leave tiny kisses on your palm before he entwined his fingers with yours. "You still should've woken me up."

"Spence--"

"I know, I know. You could've done it yourself, I don't doubt it. I just--" he paused, swallowing a lump before continuing, "--I could've just waited here. In the bedroom. But in case anything happened, I would've been there for you."

The admission was quiet within the four walls of your bedroom. You knew that Spencer's plea had nothing to do with a toxic need to be controlling. Instead, it had stemmed from the vulnerability within. A naked truth that nestled in the deepest corners of Spencer Reid's soul.

The years that you had spent together allowed you to understand Spencer at a level nobody else could. They allowed you to understand that this silly request was nothing more than a fruit of his vigilant bones, forged consistently throughout his years in law enforcement. Spencer Reid, underneath his soft eyes and tender touches, had witnessed all of the gruesome layers of the world, lost far more things than anyone ever should.

It was only logical, now that Spencer had you in his life--a miraculous reprieve to his otherwise ghastly world--he would spend every waking moment to do everything in his power to make sure you were safe.

Always.

With this knowledge in mind, you couldn't, in good conscience, bring yourself to deny Spencer's plea, no matter how foolish it might seem.

What you did, instead, was shifting yourself closer to his body, seeking permission with your eyes before you leaned forward for a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry, darling," you offered sincerely. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, yeah? How does that sound?"

The relief was blinding as it washed over Spencer's whole being. "Thank you," he muttered before kissing your knuckles. "And I'm sorry, too, for being like this."

You shook your head firmly. Not because you didn't accept his apology, but because you didn't need one. Spencer didn't have anything to apologize for.

When you told him as much, Spencer's only reply was to press his lips to yours.

You were rendered pliant underneath his ministrations, your body molding into his as if you were two fabrics cut from the same cloth. Spencer poured all of his emotions into the kiss. Wishing--begging--that you could taste just how consuming the love he harbored for you was. The same way he could taste your heart beneath the hint of honey on your lips.

Once breathing became a chore, Spencer took the heavy decision to pull away, settling for resting his forehead on top of yours instead.

"Do you wanna go back to sleep?" you whispered.

Spencer wanted to nod, feeling a huge load pressing on every inch of muscle in his body. But before he could take you up on the offer, a distant sound between the roaring of thunders caught his attention, stopping his words right in their tracks.

"Did you hear that?" Spencer asked.

"Hear what?" You frowned. "The thunder?"

"No." He rushed to get up from the bed, gaze apologetic as he looked at you from the doorway. "Stay here? I'll be back soon."

Soft footsteps trudged along the landing of your two story house, leading Spencer towards another door located right by the stairs. He knocked slowly on the wooden door, twice, before pushing it open with a gentle nudge of his hip.

The room he entered was smaller than the room he shared with you. During the days, the windows on the far end of the wall would offer a mesmerizing view of the creek that ran along the backside of the neighborhood. During nights like this, however, they merely provided another harsh peek at the tantrum that mother nature was throwing against the world.

Although the room was swallowed in darkness, Spencer could still make out the silhouettes inside. From the haphazardly scattered toys on the floor, the colorful drawings taped on the walls, even to the lavender-colored furniture that seemed to fill every available corner in the entire space.

Amongst them all, the one silhouette that managed to pull at Spencer's heartstrings was the one curled up on the center of the bed. A usually joyous sunshine, reduced to a whimpering ball under a cotton unicorn-themed blanket.

"Princess."

Spencer tugged the blanket down, revealing misty eyes and pouting lips on a face he held dearly. A sob managed to wreck itself out of the little girl's chest, plummeting Spencer's heart further down the abyss of no end.

"Oh, sweetheart."

He gathered the 4-year-old in his arms, feeling her immediately hugging his neck. Her body was still shivering with tiny whimpers and sobs, all of which Spencer tried to subside gently by constant strokes down her back.

"It's okay. You're okay," he shushed quietly, rocking his body to a phantom tune while she clung to his chest. "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"

The girl sniffled aloud before lifting her head, her tiny hands rubbing rigorously on the tear stains around her eyes.

"The-the thunders," she murmured. "It was so loud. I woke up and everything was d-dark. Daddy, I'm scared!"

She threw her arms around his neck again, crying softly into the collar of his sleeping shirt. Spencer tightened his embrace around his daughter, heart breaking into pieces with every tear shed from her innocent eyes.

"Sshh, it's alright, princess. Everything's alright. Daddy's here now," Spencer cooed. "Do you wanna sleep with us tonight? Hm?"

His daughter started to nod frantically. "Don't forget Mr. Elphie, Daddy."

Chuckling, Spencer quickly grabbed the elephant stuffed animal lying next to her pillow. "Of course not. Mr. Elphie is coming with us, isn't he?"

Spencer began to retreat back in the direction of your bedroom, all the while conversing with his little girl to keep her mind off the storm that was still raging wildly outside.

You were checking something on your phone by the time Spencer finally returned. Immediately, you tossed the device aside once you saw him, eyes widening in concern when you saw your daughter's limbs entangled around Spencer's form.

"What happened?" you asked.

Spencer headed for the bed, slowly putting down the little girl who instantly cuddled your side after he had tucked her under the duvet.

"The thunders are scary," your daughter mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

Your eyes flicked towards Spencer, who gave a single nod of confirmation before settling back on his side of the bed.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." You brushed back the hair from her face, taking in the sight of your favorite pair of eyes that seemed to have lost their usual sparkles in the wake of her tears. "What do you wanna do, hun? Should I tell you a story? Play a little music?"

"I wanna sleep here with you and Daddy," she said in a shaky voice. "Is that okay?"

Kissing the crown of her head, you answered, "Of course it's okay, sunshine. Come here."

Your daughter fell back into your awaiting arms. Her small frame fitting so easily into the front side of your body. You watched as her tiny fingers clutched Mr. Elphie tighter, breath evening out while her face burrowed even deeper into your chest.

It felt as if hours had passed before you could find the will to rip your gaze away. In all honesty, you could probably have spent an entire eternity staring at the little miracle in your arms had the universe given you the chance. When you lifted your head, your eyes automatically locked with Spencer's, who looked as if he, too, had been entranced by the sight in front of him.

"She's incredible," Spencer confessed into the night, voice fragile with the weight of awe it seemed to carry. "I can't believe she's ours."

You extended your hand towards him, smiling brightly once Spencer secured it in his own.

"Seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," you mused, eyes glinting mischievously from the knowledge that your daughter--just like her beloved Daddy--also had a fear of thunderstorms. "Like father like daughter, huh?"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared of thunderstorms. I'm just... not fond of them"

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up." He bit your knuckles playfully, seemingly pleased with himself when he managed to elicit a laugh out of your chest. "Go get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow."

"Speak for yourself, Mister." You settled your head back on the pillow, Spencer mirroring your position without breaking his hold around your hand. "Where are you going again?"

"Florida. Miami."

"Damn," you muttered, temporarily panicking about your terrible choice of words before calming back down once you saw your daughter sleeping soundly. "I bet it's nice there this time of year."

"It's Miami. The weather barely changes there all year-round."

"Exactly my point."

"Besides," Spencer added, squeezing your hand once, "it's not a vacation. It doesn't matter where I'm going, I'll only be seeing dead bodies all day long."

"Okay. I really don't need to start seeing corpses in my head right before going to sleep, so thanks for that."

"You started it."

"I most certainly did not." You scoffed. "I'm not liking this conversation. Now, can we please go to sleep?"

Spencer had a retort ready on the tip of his tongue. But once he saw how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed, entangled as one with your daughter, he decided against it.

At last, he opted to shuffle closer on the bed until he could wrap his arm around the two of you, letting the scent of mint from your shampoo and juniper berry from your daughter's body wash to wrap around his whole being.

Spencer was still not a fan of thunderstorms.

But on nights like this, he had to begrudgingly admit that maybe, maybe, they weren't really that bad after all.

[photogirl894]

Hello! Don't know if you're still taking requests, but would I be able to request 8 and 33 from the physical affection prompt list with Crosshair? I can totally see him using that to spend time with his SO!! 😁

Hey anon! I know it's been forever since you sent this in, so I really hope you see it! Sorry it took a long time!

"Close to You"

8. Play fighting/wrestling

33. Playful shove

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

It was a nice day on the planet, Naboo, and you and the Bad Batch were taking some downtime there for a little bit until you received your next mission. As you were about to get off the ship, Crosshair arm-checked you in the doorway and pushed past you. You cast a perplexed look at him, but he simply looked back over his shoulder and smirked at you as he went down the ramp.

He'd been doing that a lot lately, giving you light shoves as he'd walk by you and you couldn't quite understand why, but then he'd grin at you after doing so. His peculiar behavior peaked your curiosity. You'd seen him and his brothers push each other around often, but he never grinned at them like he did with you. At one point, you went to Hunter to see if he had any explanation behind Crosshair's behavior. All he had to say was that Crosshair was more physical with people he likes or feels comfortable around, hence why he shoved his brothers around all the time. It was just how he was; how he expressed himself. When you asked why Crosshair grinned at you the way he did, Hunter didn't really have much an answer other than, "Maybe he just likes you a little more."

If that were true...you wouldn't mind it at all.

You had found your gaze drifting towards Crosshair a lot more recently. Something about his stoic, quiet personality intrigued you and you really wanted to try and get him out of his shell a little more. You wanted to know him more; you wanted to see a side of him that even his brothers didn't know. That and you found him particularly handsome. Something about the sharp curvature of his cheek bones, the way his lips pressed together with a toothpick between them, the way the light hit his brown eyes...you were well and truly smitten with the sniper.

He tended to like to stay up a little later than the rest of the squad, so you decided to try something out once everyone else had retired for the night.

Soon, night came and you spotted Crosshair sitting outside by a space heater. His armor had been removed and he was just in his blacks, just like you were in yours. You carefully made your way down the ramp of the ship, but he heard you coming and stood up upon seeing you.

"Everything all right?" he asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you walked up to him. Then you playfully shoved him in the arm and said, "Just checking on you and making sure you're okay."

He looked a bit taken aback at your gesture before saying, "I'm...fine."

Motioning to his arm where you'd hit him, you stated, "Hunter says that's how you show people you like them. I thought doing it back would do the same thing."

"Yes, but...it's different with you," he admitted.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

He flashed a grin at you; a softer, more sincere one that you had never seen from him before that made him almost glow even more in the light of the space heater. "For me...it's just another way to be close to you," he told you.

Surprised, you blurted out, "Then why didn't you just say something before?"

He smirked again and replied, "This was more fun," as he then nudged you again in the arm with his shoulder.

You figured two could play at that game. With your mouth agape at his gesture, you decided to gently shove him back. That only made him grin even more as he gave another push, a little harder than before. When you went to retaliate, however, he caught your hands in his, holding them in place and wrestling against them.

"Hey, no fair!" you cried.

You pulled your hands free, but as you turned to try and move away, he pulled you back, grabbing you around the waist with his arms and pulling your back against his chest as he lifted you just a little off the ground and walked backward slowly.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked tauntingly in your ear.

"You know, if you just wanted to be close to me, all you had to do was say--aah!"

Suddenly, you found yourself falling as Crosshair seemed to trip over something as he walked backwards and you both tumbled to the ground with a thud. You heard Crosshair groan from not only the impact of the ground, but also of you landing on top of him before rolling off.

"Are you okay?" you inquired, crawling over to him.

"Never...better," he groaned as he sat up. However, just as he got all the way up, he was suddenly pushed back down onto his back, but not because you had shoved him...because you had leapt onto him and were hugging him around his neck. His arms stiffened at his sides at the sudden, unexpected closeness he was receiving from you, not to mention with you being on top of him.

"If you wanted to be close to me...I would've obliged right away," you said softly to him. "I care a lot about you, Crosshair. I hope this is what you want."

His arms gradually enclosed themselves around you, embracing you closely, and you could feel his body relax underneath you. Then he responded, "Not quite."

When you pulled back to question him further, his hand was immediately on your cheek for a brief moment before it slid to the back of your head and he pulled you down to him, lifting his head a little to meet you partway as he joined his lips softly with yours. There was a delightful shiver that ran down your spine at how sweetly he kissed you and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you deepened it.

After a moment, he pulled back, a new light in his eyes upon realizing you had kissed him back and were smiling adoringly down at him. "Now, I've gotten what I wanted," he then spoke, a content grin on his face. "This was everything I'd hoped for...and more."

Pleased with his reply, you bent over, kissed him once more and then laid your head down on his chest, cuddling up to him. His arms held you safely against him, right where he wanted you to be.

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[jamesdegriz]

A few personal headcannons about Jordan and being in a relationship with them (gn!reader)

There's a smut under this line! MDI!!!!

(GIFs are not mine but found so if you recognise your work and want to be tugged send me a DM 🙂)

- They are the total dom! in their female form. If you want roughness, relentless teasing and dirty talk they are there with the strap-on, fingers and skilled tongue to make you moan, whimper and beg till you can't think straight.

-Male form Jordan is a closetted pillow princess (I would die on that hill). Unless you rile them up or make them jealous so they have to fuck you into the nearest bathroom/closet, they would much prefer to lay down and let you have all control.

- Also if you want to tease them do it when they are in male form, just be prepared for retaliation when they switch.

- Be prepared for bruises, love bites and hickeys.

• The first time they see bruises of their fingers left on you hips and thighs, they feel guilty. That is until they realise that everytime anything brushes over the bruises, you blush furiously remembering how you got them.

• They would also kiss every single one of the bruises, whispering praises into your skin before going down on you.

• They would not admit that they love the small exclamations of suprise and despair when you notice more hickeys on your neck and chest the next morning.

• They would buy you a lot of scarves to cover up as an only half-sincere apology attempt. That's before they realise those scarves can be used to tie your hands while they are edging you. (And maybe chocking if you are into the breath play)

- I also think that they would enjoy edging you all through a movie when you're cuddled to watch something in the afternoon or evening.

• They most probably wouldn't let you cum till the credits roll, but if you do they would make you come as many times as you can handle (and a few times more than you think you're capable of)

• They will whisper dirty praises into your ear, telling how good you are doing and how you can take some more.

• They will rut into you ass or side, essentially dry humping you, while they tease you.

- Intense love/hate relationship with you sneaking under their desk to give them blowjob or cunni as they try to study.

• One time, on a dare, it was under their TA desk in Crimefighting building. It was incredibly lucky that you didn't get caught.

• They blatantly refuse to see the problem when they do the same to you. One time while your presentation for an online class. You had to retake that class.

- More about parties and quickies:

Despite how my ADHD loves to imagine Jordan domming the hell out of their partner. I also like the idea of making the first move.

• It starts with just an affectionate quick kisses here and there, before turning feverish, messy with the hands in each other hair.

• When you're finally alone, you hand sneaks into their pants feeling how wet or hard they are already for you.

- Your fingers run along their slit, the lips puffy and wet. You rub their clit between your fingers watching their face for reaction. Their lips are pursed in what others might assume is unamused expression but you know better. They are just being bratty, not entirely liking that you're taking charge.

- You wrap your fingers around their cock, starting a slow pace. You tease the sensative head with your thumb with every up stroke. They throw their head against the wall, cracking it slightly on impact. They bite their lower lip trying to keep moans in check as their cheeks flush red.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Amidst the Waves (His POV)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

No matter how much people talk about bonds, when push comes to shove, they will betray each other.

I know all too well the fragility of trust.

Drake: "You really can smile and say you don’t mind being betrayed, huh?"

The words I blurted out sounded detached and chilling, even to myself.

Despite having her promise broken by the child she helped, Mitsuki still chose to believe in her.

Mitsuki: "Did I say something weird?"

Drake: "Nah, it's probably just the way you see things. I can't understand it, though."

(It's just a promise with a kid. It's not something worth getting worked up about.)

Mitsuki's excessive tolerance and kindness were things I found hard to believe.

Drake: "For me, betrayal meant death."

Drake: "There was the risk of dying from betraying and the danger of being killed in retaliation for betraying. No matter which side I stand on, death is always close by."

Drake: "I can't read people's hearts no matter what they say, and even if I believe them, you never know when they'll turn on you."

Drake: "I don't have the time or the ability to consider the other person's circumstances."

The lights of the city were reflected on the surface of the water beyond my gaze.

With each ripple, the flickering lights and shadows swayed gently, never truly intersecting.

Drake: "If I betray someone, I do it with the understanding that I may die. If I'm betrayed, I'll chase the other person to the ends of the earth for revenge."

Drake: "If I can't achieve revenge, I'll curse the whole world like a sailor wishing for destruction on an eternal voyage."

I could feel Mitsuki's surprise slightly in the air.

(You and I have lived in different worlds and have different values.)

(To me, you seem unbelievably naive and sweet.)

Mitsuki, who innocently loved this world and believed in others without thinking of herself, was like a newborn deer who knew nothing of the impurities of the world.

She remained silent for a while, but eventually she uttered something unexpected.

Mitsuki: "I chose to believe because I wanted to believe. You're the one who made me want to follow through on that feeling."

Drake: "Me?"

She nodded in response to my puzzled expression.

Mitsuki: "Don't you remember? You invited me on a boat before, just like today, and listened to me."

Mitsuki: "You said that living in a way that goes against my own wishes is the real betrayal.”

Mitsuki: "When you said that to me, it made me realize that I shouldn't betray my own feelings."

(Ahh…)

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "If you're always thinking about those people and sacrificing your desires, you'll miss out on life."

Drake: "In that case, you should choose the path you believe in."

Drake: "In my opinion, living in a way that goes against your own wishes is the real betrayal."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(I did say that.)

Mitsuki: "When you said that to me, it made me realize that I shouldn't betray my own feelings."

Drake: ".........."

I was surprised.

Because Mitsuki spoke as if she had received support for her feelings.

I didn't intend to support her belief or anything, and yet...

(You took my words like that and turned them into support for your belief.)

Drake: "You really are a strange woman."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: “I could never trust someone enough to be okay with being betrayed.”

Drake: “And yet, you started to think that way because of my words.”

Mitsuki: "Yeah."

(So, you're telling me that, despite our totally different worlds and values, I've somehow played a part in this?)

Drake: "I don't get it."

Drake: "Still, I'm amazed by your stubborn kindness."

Despite being truly and deeply astonished, for some reason, I reached out my hand to touch Mitsuki's cheek.

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

Drake: “I don’t know why, but despite your ridiculously naive thinking, I can’t ignore that you secretly feel sad behind that stubborn kindness.”

Mitsuki: ".........."

The soft cheeks I touched felt warm, like a place where the light shines.

Will this cheek be wet with tears the next time someone betrays her?

Or will she bravely laugh it off, even if she makes a fool of herself?

Believing is such a fragile emotion. It won't be a reliable lifeline.

(And yet it bothers me that she cries over its fragility.)

A faint desire of protectiveness and doubt towards the emotion of believing intersect unevenly, leading me to ask myself a question.

Does she truly never give up on believing, no matter what happens?

Afterward, she asked me if I had ever been betrayed by someone, and I briefly talked about a childhood memory of my first betrayal.

Once again, she said something unexpected, making me wonder what she was thinking.

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake..."

Drake: "Hm?"

Mitsuki: "You may think that people are supposed to betray others, but no matter what, I won't betray you."

Drake: ".........."

Mitsuki: "I won't break promises or push you away."

Mitsuki: "So please try to believe in me."

Not only were her words devoid of any sense of self-interest, but Mitsuki's eyes were filled with an earnestness I'd never seen before.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

Drake: "Even if I were a villain trying to deceive you, would you still not betray me?"

Mitsuki: "I won't betray you. I don't want to betray you."

I couldn't help but wonder why she went to such lengths, so I couldn't resist asking. To my surprise, she answered right away.

Drake: "Ha...ha...ahahaha!"

I was laughing beyond disbelief.

She must be saying that without any ulterior motive. She's just as naive and straightforward as ever.

(She's really like a fawn.)

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

Drake: "No, sorry. Different people asked me to believe in them, but they all had excuses or were begging for their lives."

Drake: "You're the first one to ask me to believe without any benefit for yourself."

I laughed a bit and patted her head.

Drake: "Well, if you put it that way, I'll try believing in you."

Drake: "You won't betray me, and I'll believe in you. It's our promise."

Drake: "Like a pirate's code."

Mitsuki: "Okay! I promise."

While feeling somewhat dazzled by her pure smile, deep down, I was thinking.

(I want to test this woman.)

(Even if it goes against fate or the world, I want to uncover Mitsuki.)

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[thatgoblin]

Lawyer!Price and Feral!Go-For Headcannons

I have been working with lawyers all week and they have driven me insane with their fucking wording. So here's Lawyer!Price with an assistant who does not deal with his bullshit.

Price hired you on a whim. He was up to his ears in research and little things that he was sure he was going to be buried alive.

You were a friend of a relative of someone who also worked at the firm, so it was a quick hiring process and you were put to work quickly.

It was fine at first. You were left to your devices to get things organized and taken care of.

But then he had free time. So, he would check on you a lot. Coming into your office without knocking, asking for papers that were already filed and stored, checking your work, even asking if you had more business like clothes to wear that were nice looking and comfy. Something like a suit but not totally.

You put up with it, grumbling each time he left, making things harder to clean up after him.

Then you took a few days off to have some fun. Nothing too wild, but he was calling you every day to ask where something was.

Where's the file for this case? Did you leave instructions for someone else to get my coffee? What about my cigar deliveries? Why hasn't this been invoiced?

It was all so simple to do, but he apparently couldn't do it.

When you walked in on your first day back, he found you and dragged you to his office to berate you over your system. He couldn't find anything and was screwed over on a case.

His coffee never happened, there were no invoices made, no cigars, it was maddness!

After he was finished ranting, you asked how he made it through law school when he was so stupid.

You showed him everything, where files for clients, invoices, his coffee orders, EVERYTHING. it was all clearly labeled and in large print so no one could get lost or not done.

Price didn't take too kindly to being called stupid, so for the next week, your life was hell. He was on your ass about every single thing he could.

It got to a point that he was just staring at you while sitting in your office while you worked.

Usually you'd get comfy and have some drinks around you as well as well as snacks, a fan, music in headphones, sitting in your office chair cross legged like a gremlin. You were good at your job, but when he decided to take all your comforts away, you decided to be absolutely horrible.

The morning after he touched your things and told you the comforts made you slack, you brought in chickens to put in his office.

Yes. Chickens. Almost 50.

The look on his face was delicious and you were pleased. He screamed when he opened the door, prompting you and a few people to come running.

He was so red in the face either from embarrassment or anger.

It took nearly 2 hours to collect the chickens and return them.

He knew it was you despite the blank face you gave when he accused you.

Price of course retaliated by taking all of your personal items from your office and tossing them. That was over the line.

When he came to gloat about how you would be respecting his rules and obeying them, you did something that had happened only once before in the third grade and the teacher had the same attitude.

Price reached out to pat your head smugly, only to have you chomp down on his hand with a growl.

There was a moment of tense silence where you were both frozen. He stared at you and you glared at him. Then you bit down harder to earn a yelp from him before you let go.

"I quit!" You snarled. Packing up what stuff you had left, you walked out as he held his sore hand.

He found you outside about an hour later, stuck in the dumpster after trying to get your stuff back.

Apparently your friend's relative gave Price an earful on how he treated you. They were a partner, so he couldn't bully them, but he did feel bad after everything was said.

He rolled his eyes as you glared at him from the dumpster.

"It's like trying to rescue a feral kitten. It doesn't know you want to help, so it hisses and bites," he grumbles, getting the lid up fully then brings a ladder for you.

"Except you didn't help." You glared at him as you climbed down.

He apologizes and asks for you to come back. Price says he'll be better now.

"Only if I get my stuff replaced and I'm allowed to wear jeans and t-shirts."

He agrees and you go home to shower, coming back the next day in sneakers, jeans, an anime shirt, and flannel.

At least he got his coffee back.

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[angie-long-legs]

"Gee, I ain't heard that one before," Angel said flatly, flinching ever so slightly as Alastor reached for his face with that patronising gesture. Thankfully, the alcohol had dulled his senses enough for this wincing to be subtle - a clumsy sway, as opposed to a sharp jolt. Something Alastor might not even notice.

Inebriated, he had found himself the prey of the deer.

As was demonstrated by Alastor's next comment: a sneering jab at Angel's devotion to his boss, the infamous Overlord of Lust himself. Angel shot a hazy glare at his antagonising company, temper flaring in spite of his senses being slowed to a crawl.

"Fuck you," he spat, his voice thick and hissy. "I ain't- I'm not-" he glanced down at his hands as he stumbled over his words. If he hadn't been so disoriented, perhaps he would have thought of a clever comeback; a snippy, aggressive retaliation to put the prying Overlord in his place. But, here in this moment, his usual quick-wit faltered, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for something to say that exonerated him of such an accusation. It was true, after all. He had been smitten with Valentino. And Val did treat him with total disregard for his wants, his wellbeing, his autonomy.

But, although Alastor's jeering was partially grounded in reality, the answer to his question was far from a yes.

With a sigh, Angel conceded, twirling a finger around the rim of his empty glass. "Look, ya really wanna know? About likin' bein' hurt?" He was certain that Alastor didn't - the efforts he made to avoid any conversation pertaining to sex suggested this wasn't a topic he was particularly fond of discussing. "Well, here's the thing, genius," he continued dryly, "It's fake. It ain't real. At least, it ain't supposed ta be. It's... a relief. Losin' control, but knowin' ya can take it back any time. 'Magine ya could drop that fuckin' smile a' yours, ya know? Someone might be like, "why would ya wanna stop smilin'?" But, I dunno. Maybe ya do. Maybe ya need ta, sometimes."

There was a pause as Angel gave time for his words to sink in - for his own sake as well as Alastor's. Having to explain the appeal of BDSM to a non-partaker was hardly a common experience in Hell, and neither was he accustomed to exploring exactly what he personally got out of it with genuine transparency. Unpacking it in a manner that the feared Radio Demon could potentially relate to was the cherry on the cake of just how alien these circumstances were to him.

"But hey, Mista' Cannibal Serial Killer thinks I'm a freak fa likin' it rough," he smirked, putting a pin in his alcohol-induced vulnerability - for now. Cracking wise was a far more comfortable manner in which to communicate something real, after all. "Like ya ain't showin' off ya carnage on yer goddamn radio show. Yer one night a' passion away from bein' the "S" in "S&M", honey, and an exhibitionist at that."

A saucy grin plastered across his face, Angel turned to face his counterpart, a mirror image of sharp teeth and unreadable eyes. "Didn't I tell ya, Al? We're the same. We both got some wires crossed, we like things we ain't supposed ta. The only difference is that, fa you, it ain't about sex."

Despite his cocky interlude, Angel's initial sincerity crept back into consciousness, his own echo of the famed Radio Demon's grin cracked and faltered - Alastor's own steadfast as ever. "So, no. I didn't fall fa Val cuz he... I mean, he never used ta..." Angel stuttered, once again struggling to put his fickle feelings into words. Brows furrowed, he huffed out a sharp "tch". "Look, I ain't some floozy who lets fellas walk all ova' me!" he exclaimed. "Val was different. He wasn't like those otha' guys that were always gettin' handsy and pushin' me around. That's why I got so fuckin' tangled up in him. Not cuz he hurt me."

With a final heavy sigh, Angel glanced over at the bartender, wondering if Alastor would motion for the next round. Wondering why exactly he was unloading this onto Alastor, of all people. Wondering if a few more drinks might quell the unease churning within him. "Right now, I don't give a damn about you bein' drunk." This time, it wasn't a lie. "I need ta be a whole otha' level a' wasted if this is what yer gonna be askin' me about."

The petty jab of the Overlord was evidently meant in jest, but Angel was far from entertained. The pair went back and forth in this fashion more often than they engaged in civilised conversation, even going so far as to intentionally anger the other, but it wasn't often that one touched a nerve entirely by accident.

The spider's eyes thinned to slits, his lip curling in indignation. "Oh, I know the difference, alright," he glared. "Seems ta me like you can't differentiate between bein' treated rough cuz ya like it and actually bein' hurt."

Entirely ignoring that he himself had instigated poking fun at his masochistic tendencies, Angel folded his lower set of arms with a huffy grimace. "'Course a fella like you wouldn't get it, fuckin' prude..." he muttered harshly, before letting out a soft, hollow sigh. "All I'm sayin' is, there's a big fuckin' difference. Go figure, asshole."

Clearly a little shaken (and more than a little tipsy), the actor drummed his fingers against the table, rigid and nervous, avoiding the ever-piercing gaze of his company as they awaited their drinks. Angel hadn't intended to give an impassioned response, but the remark had grated, and with the alcohol slowing his senses, his usual reserve when it came to personal matters had appeared to short circuit.

Not moments after the drink had been placed in front of Angel did he throw it back, draining the glass before slamming it back down with a contorted look of disgust. Even Alastor's taste in whisky was fairly rancid, as far as Angel was concerned. "I ain't tryna prove nothin'," he lied. "My end goal is to get shit-faced. That's why we're at the bar, ain't we? And I'm takin' you along fa' the ride cuz, fa' some reason yer still sittin' here with me, even though ya clearly think I'm some big fuckin' joke."

Gritting his teeth, Angel stared into the abyss of the empty glass.

"What's on your agenda, Alastor?" he glowered. "If yer so convinced hangin' out wi' me calls fa' some ulterior motive?"

[rubysunnday]

dark days

Request by @peoniarose . Hi! I just saw your request celebration! Congratulations! You are an amazing writer! I especially love your Shadow and Bone stories. The Kaz one made me tear up 😭. For a request I was wondering if you could do prompt 3 for Kaz. Maybe a romantic pairing. If not platonic is fine! Once again congratulations 🎊🍾🎉🎈!!

A/N: I don't know how I feel about Kaz's characterisation in this... but I like this story a lot so oh, and thank you @intrxpide13 bc i totally borrowed jesper and wylan's daughter from you but you love me so Elizabeth its fine. Also, I desperately need to make some more Kaz gifs for my stories 😂

Summary: Mr and Mrs Rietveld, a locked vault and approximately ten minutes of air left. What could possibly go wrong?

"I'm slightly concerned for my life."

"I have fourteen knives on me, yet I can't help but agree."

"I could knock them both out?"

"Or I could poison their drinks so they're out for a good few days."

"You're all horrible."

Four sets of eyes turned to look at Matthias.

"Do you want to go and tell them to quit it, then?" Jesper asked, nodding over to the bar.

Matthias shrunk back into his seat. "Nope."

Inej looked over at the bar again. "One of them is going to kill the other before the evening is over."

"My bet is on Y/N," Wylan said, leaning around Jesper to grab the bottle of alcohol. "She looks murderous."

"So does Kaz," Nina reminded.

"Nah, Kaz always looks like that," Wylan corrected. "Y/N, however, does not."

"Shit, they're coming," Jesper hissed, slouching back down in his seat.

Silence fell over the table as a murderous looking Kaz and an even more murderous looking Y/N rejoined their group. Y/N pointedly moved away from Kaz, taking Matthias offered hand as she clambered over him to sit in between him and Nina.

Kaz glared at her as he sat down in the chair at the centre of the table, his cane still in his hands. "So, despite some retaliation from certain people," a pointed glare was sent at Y/N but she ignored it, "we're going ahead with the job tomorrow night."

Y/N scoffed but kept quiet.

"Hang on, I thought we'd decided not to do the heist since it was too risky?" Inej asked, frowning.

"We did. Which is why, only two of us will be going into the bank. The rest of us will wait outside and cause a distraction should anything go wrong," Kaz explained.

There was an uneasy silence at the table. Y/N kept her eyes lowered, not wanting to say anything. She knew the plan was stupid. Jesper knew, Wylan knew, Matthias knew - everyone except Kaz knew.

And all because it was related to Pekka Rollins. It was Pekka Rollins they were stealing from - it was Rollins' collection they were taking from.

For no reason other than because they could.

Y/N found herself speaking before she even realised it. "And because it's so risky, Kaz and I will be going in."

Six pairs of eyes turned to stare at her. All had a mix of emotions ranging from concern to murder. The latter belonging to Kaz.

"No offence, Y/N, Kaz," Jesper said, leaning forward. "But how exactly are you getting inside the bank and then to the 'vault' we've got?"

Kaz knew he was going to regret this decision.

He still did it anyway.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Merchlings and Heartrenders, meet Mr and Mrs Rietveld."

The bank was one of the most beautiful buildings in Ketterdam. It was made from white stone with all marble floors and pillars - it was a work of art.

Each countertop was trimmed with gold and the black and white checkerboard floor had the bank insignia set into the middle using coloured marble.

Y/N and Kaz strolled into the bank, dressed in the high-end fashions of the Merchants and the wealthy. Kaz had kept his cane since it fitted in with the general aesthetic they were aiming for but Y/N had had to leave her knives and revolvers behind in the care of Inej and Jesper.

Y/N shifted her arm through Kaz's a bit and he flinched slightly but she didn't notice, far too engrossed in looking at the chandelier hanging over the teller's desk.

"Saints," Y/N whispered, staring at the glass, diamond and gold monstrosity. "One day, I want to have a chandelier like that."

"They're a nightmare to dust," Kaz muttered.

"Like you would know."

The head of the bank beamed at them as they approached his desk. "Ah, hello! How may I help you this fine evening?"

"Good evening, sir!" Kaz said, raising his voice and forcing a smile to his face. Y/N almost shuddered it looked so unnatural. "My wife and I would like to pop into our vault - it's our nieces birthday soon and we're looking for a family heirloom to hand down to her."

Y/N tried not to show her confusion or surprise. at the false story. Kaz often came up with the most random stories during heists but this was a first.

"Of course! What's the vault number and name?"

"Rietveld. And the vault is 230421."

The teller pursued his lips as he flicked through the books. "Ah, here you are!" He opened a drawer and handed a key to Kaz. "I'll have Margot here walk you down. Feel free to make your own way back up once you're done, the dropbox for the keys is by the door."

A young woman with her black hair neatly tied back in a bun stepped forward and smiled. "If you'll follow me, Mr and Mrs Rietveld."

Y/N was never going to get used to that.

Margot led them down a corridor lit by small clam-shaped lights hanging on the walls and to a sweeping marble staircase that led down to the vaults.

"Fourth row on the left, second door in as you walk into the red hall," she explained.

"Thank you," Y/N said, beaming at her gratefully. As soon as Margot left, however, her smile fell. "Niece?! Who's daughter is our niece?!"

"Jesper and Wylan's naturally," Kaz replied, walking down the rest of the stairs.

Y/N picked up the hem of her dark burgundy dress, chasing after him. "What makes you think they'd choose a daughter?"

"The fact that Jesper was workshopping names with Nina two nights ago - the top name, by the way, being Charlotte."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Naturally." She sighed. "Kaz, I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Yes, I know your opinion on this job," Kaz said, barely even glancing at her.

"And do you think if I keep sighing dramatically, I'll make my point?"

"Nope."

"Fair enough."

After walking down the wrong row, getting lost twice and almost being knocked out by yet another chandelier - Y/N was grateful Kaz hadn't been right behind her when she'd stepped back suddenly - they found the vault.

"After you, wife," Kaz drawled, waving to the vault.

Y/N rolled her eyes but walked inside it, her eyes widening almost instantly.

"Saints above," she breathed.

Kaz smirked from behind her. "I know."

Almost every inch of the vault had something either on it or clearly labelled as being inside it.

"Who's vault is this?" Y/N asked, walking further inside, a hand trailing across the edge of a framed DeKappel leaning against the wall.

"It's a generic one, really. Anything we get from heists comes in here until we either sell it or use it for something else," Kaz explained. He walked up to a drawer and pulled out a little key, unlocking it.

"What's in there?"

"The key to Pekka's vault."

"Hang on I thought the thing we were stealing was in this vault," Y/N said, frowning.

"I never said that."

"Kaz, if we get caught -"

"Well, then, we won't get caught, will we?" Kaz snapped, whirling to face her.

Y/N was taken aback by the fire and sheer determination in his eyes that she took a small step back. Kaz closed his eyes and his shoulders slumped.

"We'll be in and out," he said, quieter this time. "I promise."

Y/N nodded. "Fine."

They left their vault and quietly walked down the rows upon rows of other secure vaults, searching for the number engraved on the key in Kaz's gloved hands.

"Why does Pekka Rollins get to you so much?"

Kaz's cane slowed slightly. "He's a horrible person."

"Yes, and so is literally everyone else in Ketterdam, Kaz, that's not a reason. And besides, you're not usually a fight the evil type of person."

Kaz let out an imperceptible sigh. "He took something from me in my first few weeks in Ketterdam. Something very precious to me and... and ever since I've been seeking revenge."

"So, all of this is about revenge?"

"If you want to look at it that way, yes."

"What other way is there to look at it?" Y/N asked, turning to face him.

Kaz stilled. "Well, I suppose the other way to look at it is that I'm just trying really hard to piss him off."

Y/N giggled. And then breathed in and burst out laughing. Kaz stared at her, his lips trying to convince him to smile, his heart pounding in his head. Saints, if he could he would live off her laughter and nothing else.

"Saints, sometimes I forget that, really, we're just children," Y/N said, wiping the corner of her eyes. "Pissing people off works wonders for revenge and pain, by the way. I would know.

Kaz didn't miss the way her eyes twinkled as she paused. He knew exactly what she was referring to. He'd helped her burn down the pleasure house she'd been indebted to - the two of them laughing maniacally as the fire licked up the perfume and memories.

No one had been inside, of course. They may be criminals but they weren't psychopaths.

Kaz smirked. He nodded to the door next to Y/N. "That's the vault."

Once Kaz had unlocked the door it took both of them to actually open it. The door was heavy and thick - probably one of the most protected vaults in the entire building.

"Ok, I was going to ask why we didn't just pick the lock, but now I understand," Y/N said, panting. She braced her hands on her legs and exhaled. "Bloody hell."

"Welcome to the world of locked rooms," Kaz muttered.

Pekka's vault was far more organised than the one belonging to the Dregs. Everything was clearly labelled and had a home.

Which, coincidentally, also made it incredibly easy to steal from.

Kaz was like a magpie when it spots something shiny - he limped forward with such vigour he barely used his cane. He opened a drawer and pulled out an ornate dagger with an emerald handle and two dragons wrapped around the blade.

"Oh, that's beautiful," Y/N said, unable to contain her awe at the blade. She felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Sorry."

"No, I agree," Kaz said, cradling the dagger gently in his hands. He turned around and offered it to Y/N. At her blank stare he said, "your dress does possess pockets, does it not? A rare feat I know."

Y/N rolled her eyes but slotted the dagger into a pocket within the pleats of her skirt. "So, is that it? Can we -"

A loud thud came from outside the vault. Both Kaz and Y/N stilled, slowly turning to see what it was. Neither one of them moved as another thud came followed by whispered voices.

Then the vault door began to close.

Y/N ran up to it and tried to push against it but the automatic locking mechanism kicked in and she was pushed back into the vault. The door slammed shut and hissed as it locked into place. She slammed her hand against the metal and swore loudly.

Kaz silently approached the door and pressed a gloved hand to the lock, running his thumb over it, his eyes scanning the lock closely.

"Please tell me you have a 'we got locked in the vault' plan," Y/N pleaded, panic beginning to set in.

"I do."

"And?"

"Well, I try to pick the lock," Kaz explained, kneeling down in front of it.

"I thought you couldn't!"

"I never said I couldn't, Y/N. See, in a world full of locks and secrets, anyone with the key is king." Kaz turned to face her, his eyes dark and full of malice, full of wanting, full of desire and revenge. "And honey, you should see me in a crown."

For the next few minutes, Y/N sat on the floor and watched Kaz rhythmically fiddle with the lock, his fingers like a spiders legs as it weaved its web.

As the fourth minute of being trapped rolled around, Y/N began to feel short of breath. She looked over at Kaz and could see beads of sweat begin to roll down his forehead and realised that she too was sweating. Y/N shrugged out of her overcoat and dumped it on the floor, pushing the sleeves of her dress up to her elbows.

"The air is running out, isn't it," Y/N said softly, her words slow as she struggled to speak.

Kaz nodded. "The vault door seals off everything. Usually, there is an oxygen supply but -"

"Whoever locked us in here shut it off too," Y/N finished, closing her eyes.

"Yeah."

Kaz sounded defeated. Broken. Y/N opened her eyes and gone was the Bastard of Barrel. Instead was the young boy Kaz actually was.

"How long?"

"Don't know. Less talking means longer."

Y/N nodded. She was growing tired quickly and breathing was getting difficult. There was a metallic ting as Kaz dropped his lockpicks, the metal bouncing on the floor. He hung his head and slumped forward, resting it against the door.

After a moment, Kaz stood up and slowly limped over to sit opposite Y/N, extending his bad leg out in front of him.

"Do you have any regrets?" Y/N asked softly, her eyes closed once more.

"I've lived with regret all my life, Y/N. I'll probably die with regret too," Kaz muttered, pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck. He leant forward and pulled his arms out of his suit jacket. He sat back and methodically rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "You?"

"I regret ever meeting you."

A breathless bark of laughter.

Y/N smiled. She exhaled deeply, feeling her head begin to get dizzy. Her limbs were heavy and uncoordinated and she suspected that out of the two of them, she would be the first to succumb to the darkness.

"Talk to me, Y/N," Kaz said, tapping her bent knee with his foot.

"Talking bad," Y/N panted, forcing her heavy eyes to open. Kaz was staring at her and for once, his eyes were a storm of concern, worry, despair and acceptance.

"Why were you so against this?"

"It felt unnecessary," Y/N replied, letting her head fall back against the wall. "You do everything for a reason."

"That dagger is worth 5 thousand kruge."

"I know. But you aren't selling it," Y/N said. "It's going on your shelf. This was personal. And personal means blindness hence," she waved a hand around before letting it fall to the floor with a weighty thud.

"Everything is personal with Pekka Rollins," Kaz muttered.

"Why?"

Kaz paused. "I told you why."

"Kaz, we're dying," Y/N said, her words beginning to come in breathless gasps. It pained Kaz to hear and to see how clammy and pale she was becoming. "We are dying so, there's no point... no point in lying." Y/N coughed and then fell back against the wall again.

Kaz looked down at his gloved hands, contemplating his life and choices. He glanced up at Y/N again and a bolt of fire hit his heart as he watched her head loll to the side. Kaz swallowed thickly as he moved to his knees and crawled over to her, coming to sit on her right.

He raised a black hand and lightly tapped Y/N's cheek, almost recoiling as Jordie flashed through his mind.

"I'm awake," Y/N mumbled, her eyes blearily opening.

Kaz gently pushed her head up, grabbing her chin as softly as he could and making her look at him. "Stay with me, ok? Just a bit longer, Y/N."

"I'm tired of this, Kaz," Y/N whispered. "So tired."

Kaz didn't know if she meant him or just life in general. He felt the ocean begin to drown him again but he pushed on, taking her hand in his. His gloved fingers wrapped around her bare ones and Y/N jumped slightly.

"Pekka Rollins took something from me," Kaz said quietly, unsure of where to even begin his tragic tale. "I was twelve when I first arrived in Ketterdam with... with my brother."

"Didn't know you had a brother," Y/N mumbled tiredly, her eyes closed once more.

Kaz was struggling to breathe, every syllable aching on his lungs. "He was older than me and was my whole world. And Pekka took him from me."

"How?"

"Scammed us. Both of us." Kaz paused. "Then the Queen's Lady Plague hit and we both caught it. He died I survived."

Y/N was wheezing, struggling to breathe at all. Her body was growing limper and she was beginning to slump against Kaz.

Kaz shifted, lifting his left arm up to wrap around her shoulders. With every movement, he thought he might drown underneath the waves, underneath Jordie's rotten corpse. But he kept going. Because his time was limited and he wasn't about to let his trauma ruin his last moments with Y/N. Kaz pulled Y/N against him and she slumped against his chest. He could feel how slow her heartbeat was and knew time was running out.

Death was finally catching up to them.

"Except no one knew I was alive," Kaz continued, a hand on Y/N's wrist, measuring her ever weaker pulse. "So, I was thrown on the Reaper's Barge with my dead brother and countless others."

Y/N moaned softly, her head lolling against him. Kaz looked down and tightened his grip around her even as he felt his own breath leave him, his own heart slowing.

"I survived, though. I used my brother's corpse to get to shore and from there..." Kaz chuckled dryly, regretting the action as he coughed violently for a moment. "Well, look at me now."

"I'm sorry..." Y/N whispered, her voice so soft and quiet Kaz almost missed it. "About... your brother."

"He was an idiot." Kaz said the words with so much venom it actually surprised him. "Y/N, listen... I want you to know something."

A soft noise of what might have been yes escaped Y/N's lips. Her eyes were closed and she was so close to just slipping off the edge it was scaring him. Kaz had always seen himself dying alone at a young age. Dying before anyone else because he couldn't see himself living until he was old. He couldn't see himself outliving anyone else.

Yet here he was, Y/N in his arms, watching her die before him. Even if it was just seconds or minutes - he'd still be alone with her dead body for however long it took for death to find him.

Kaz had never seen himself falling in love. He'd lost too much to love to make the same mistake again. But then Jesper had arrived. And then Inej. And then Y/N. And he suddenly had three friends who cared for him. His crows.

"I never thought I could love again," Kaz said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. It was a confession to the Saints Inej believed in, in futile hope they'd accept him with open arms. Y/N shifted in his arms as she went limper, more energy leaving her as the air ran out.

Kaz knew it was far too late for any sort of forgiveness. He'd killed so many, shed so much blood on the streets of Ketterdam that he was long gone. Y/N too. She too had suffered and lost things. She'd been broken by men and slavers and used and abused by those hungry for a side piece.

Somehow, though, she kept smiling. Somehow, she was still kind and loving. She was everything Kaz wasn't. But they were both broken and broken things attracted each other. And broke each other as well as fixing each other.

"I never thought I would love anyone," Kaz repeated, quieter now as his air ran out. "Not after Jordie and... and my Da. Yet here you are. My own Saint from above."

Y/N said nothing. Kaz looked down and realised that at some point whilst he'd been in his own mind, she'd passed out and stopped breathing. He wanted to be sad. He wanted to grieve and cry and try to save her.

But he was just so tired.

Kaz brushed a piece of hair out of Y/N's still warm face and sighed to himself. His eyes began to close and Kaz felt a smile on his face as he stared at nothing.

"Hello, Jordie," he whispered as his eyes shut. "I forgive you."

Kaz finally felt at peace. But then there was noise and too many shadows around and him and too many hands and the water splashed over him and then he bolted upright, his eyes wild and wide-open as he fought off whoever it was.

"Saints, Kaz, it's us!" Jesper yelled, catching Kaz's balled-up fist just before it landed a decent punch to his face. "Kaz, it's Jesper, calm down."

"Let go of my hand," Kaz grounded out, still confused and, honestly, scared.

"Are you going to punch me?"

"At some point, yes, but not right now," Kaz muttered.

Jesper dropped his hand from Kaz's and Kaz instantly retreated into himself, pushing himself away. And then it hit him.

"Y/N..."

Jesper's face fell. He nodded to the side and Kaz's eyes followed his gaze.

Y/N was lying on the floor, her hair spread around her like a Saint's halo, as Nina and Matthias surrounded her, trying to resuscitate her. Matthias pinched Y/N's nose and brought his lips to her blue tinged ones, breathing air into her still lungs.

"She wasn't breathing when we... we got in," Jesper said quietly. Kaz didn't miss the slight break in the man's voice as he spoke.

Kaz didn't say anything. He just watched as Nina brought her hands together and down to Y/N's chest, sending her power through her veins.

"Where's Inej and Wylan?" Kaz asked, his eyes locked on Y/N's body as it rocked slightly from Nina's constant attempts to restart her heart.

"Dealing with the Razourgulls," Jesper replied. "They were -"

"I guessed it was them," Kaz said quietly.

Once again, Pekka Rollins had blinded him. Once again, he was going to lose the person he loved to Pekka Rollins. Once again, Kaz had made a stupid, stupid mistake.

Kaz wanted to tell Nina and Matthias to give up and let Y/N go in peace. He wanted to tell them to just leave her alone and to stop forcing air into her lungs and to stop forcing her heart to beat again.

Because she looked so peaceful lying there. And Kaz knew that peace was rare in a life so broken and so filled with heartache, pain and grief.

"Jes, tell them to stop," Kaz said, his voice cracking slightly.

Jesper frowned at him. "Why?"

"Because..." Kaz inhaled sharply as the words got caught in his throat. "Because she's suffered enough. Let her go."

Kaz could see the conflict in Jesper's eyes. He didn't want Y/N to be dead. But there was no point in forcing her to keep living when she was finally at peace.

Kaz only hoped that when his time finally came, he too would find peace. What shape it would come in, he didn't know. But he hoped he'd find it. And if he did, he hoped Y/N would be there too.

Jesper looked at Kaz. And then he nodded. "Nina, stop," Jesper said quietly.

"No, I can do this, I'm not letting her die," Nina said firmly, shaking her head.

"Nina," Jesper said again. "Let her go."

"No."

"Nina, please, let her be at peace," Jesper said softly, crouching down behind her. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Let her go home, Nina. Let her finally rest."

Nina sobbed and fell back into Jesper, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Jesper wrapped his arms around her, cradling her and shielding her from Y/N's body as all four of them sat in the heavy silence.

Kaz's eyes were locked onto Y/N's body. Even as Matthias moved her hands to rest on her stomach, he stared. He couldn't get over how peaceful she looked. How, finally, she was free of her ghosts.

Kaz shook his head and blinked because he could swear he was seeing things. Because he thought he'd seen Y/N's chest rise. He rubbed his eyes and looked again as Y/N coughed violently, rolling onto her side as she struggled to catch her breath.

Nina's sobs turned into tears of joy as she looked at Y/N, seeing her alive and breathing and making more noise than she had in the last ten minutes. Matthias held Y/N up, rubbing her back as she greedily gulped down the fresh air, clutching Matthias' arm tightly as she braced herself.

Kaz sighed, almost collapsing to the floor with relief.

For a moment there was just silence.

"Nina, I'm pretty sure Matthias has now kissed me more than you," Y/N croaked.

Nina, despite her tears and terror, leant forward and whacked Y/N's arm. And then bundled her to the floor in the tightest hug Y/N had ever had.

Kaz hovered outside Y/N's bedroom door. He knocked once, not allowing himself a second to hesitate. Silence greeted him. Frowning, Kaz opened the door and peered inside.

Y/N's bed was still made - only slightly crumpled from where Matthias had laid her last night after they'd escaped the bank. It was obvious she hadn't slept that night.

Neither had Kaz, in all fairness.

Kaz trudged down the stairs to the main room of the Slat, his eyes scanning the dark room for any sign of her.

"She's in the kitchen," Wylan said sleepily as he shuffled past, a cup of tea in his hands. "Stress baking," he added, raising an eyebrow at Kaz.

Kaz said nothing. He nodded his thanks to Wylan and headed down the corridor to the kitchen. He was greeted by the smell of fresh cookies and his stomach growled in response.

Y/N was humming to herself as she slid the fresh cookies off the tray and onto a plate, picking off the crumbs as she set the tray back in the oven.

"Want one?"

Kaz resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course, she knew he was there.

"Have you slept?"

"Have you?"

The tone and the quick response told Kaz everything he needed to know about Y/N's state of mind. Whilst she was usually quick at her comebacks and witty comments, she was never harsh with them. But now, there was something to her words that worried Kaz.

"Wylan said you're stress baking."

He was stating the obvious but he wasn't entirely sure what else to say.

Y/N said nothing. She'd boiled the kettle again and now took it off the stove and poured the water into two cups. "I'm not ok."

Kaz nodded. He inhaled deeply. "Neither am I."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Me neither."

"I do have one question, however," Y/N continued, turning around to face him.

Kaz looked at her, taking in the bags under her eyes and the way her posture was drooping. "What?"

"I don't... I don't remember a lot of what we said to each other last night," she said softly, her voice cracking a bit. "A lot of it is fuzzy but... I remember you mentioned your brother."

Kaz braced himself. He was regretting mentioning his brother and Pekka. Ideally, he just wanted to forget the night had ever happened.

"What was his name?"

Y/N's question stunned him into silence. Of all the possibilities that had run through his head, that question had not been one of them. But then again, he should've realised that Y/N wouldn't pry unless he was ready. It was just the two of them in the kitchen in the late afternoon silence. Y/N looked exhausted and perhaps a bit more broken than she had been the day before but as Kaz stared at her, she gave him a reassuring smile and nod.

When the ocean began to drag him down to the darkness, Y/N's anchor managed to pull him back up and keep him grounded. Keep him bobbing along a bit longer.

So, he looked her in the eye and said: "Jordie. His name was Jordie."

[e-wills-afterhours]

Wages Of A Betting Man

A/N: @winxrus asked me not to be a mere tease. I would never. Okay, I totally would, but this pretty much wrote itself.

It's been revealed by the HTTYD comic book cowriter that Hiccup possibly has a tattoo of Astrid's name on his chest or he's trolling us hard. If this is true, it was probably a cheesy gesture of love, canonically. But here I am, a realist. I'd headcanon it probably went down more like this:

Rating: T

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Hjalmar Arrickson was annoyed, to say the least. He was an artist of repute, having poured years into his craft. Every rune was placed with care; each line and curve danced together in immaculate designs meant to inspire. The ink was the medium for his soul, and he left a bit of himself beneath the skin.

What, then, was he to make of the bizarre scene unfolding in his living room? If it had been anyone else, he would have refused on the spot. The whole village knew he did not take such asinine requests; he turned away the drunken fools who would make a mockery of his work. But it was them--all six of them--spilling in through the front door in a fit of giggles, except for the stone-faced chief. Quite the hardheaded bunch, they were not known to backdown.

"No," Chief Hiccup had protested, as they dragged him over the threshold of Hjalmar's home and shop. He tried, in vain, to dig in his mismatched heels; but Snotlot was on one side, Tuffnut on the other, and Ruffnut was pushing from behind. "No! I'm not doing it!"

"You promised! You promised!" the Thorston twins had reminded him with sing-song glee and identical, wicked grins.

"You swore," Snotlout added, particularly delighted at the prospect of tattooing the chief again his will.

After more arguing and failed attempts to escape, they had wrestled their reluctant chief into Hjalmar's most comfortable chair. Many had sat there before him, ready and willing to lend their bodies in the pursuit of art. It was almost an insult that Hiccup sat there so bitterly. Snotlout now held him down with two commanding hands on his shoulders.

Admittedly, the chief had put up more of a fight that Hjalmar would have expected without a dragon. The older man was impressed, and he did not often have cause to be so. He wished the chief would simply flex his authority and Hjalmar would have been only too happy to end the charade. But Hiccup's friends did have a sway over him, even still. Perhaps, deep down, there was some part of him that saw his impeding tattoo as good sportsmanship.

The Hofferson girl found the whole ordeal rather amusing, laughing softly behind her hand. She offered the apologetic wince when the chief shot her a reproachful glare.

"I'm sorry, babe," she said, "but you did take the bet."

Fishlegs Ingerman passed a flask to Hiccup, who took it with a withering look that did not often grace his kind face. Fishlegs backed away quickly.

Hiccup gestured at Ruffnut. "I didn't think she'd throw the game! She's a far better shot than Fishlegs. Usually."

"HA!" Ruffnut exclaimed. "Oh, Hiccup--do you even know me at all? I wouldn't pass up a chance to see this." She rubbed her hands together with anticipation.

"I hate you," Hiccup deadpanned. He took a long swig of whatever libations were in the flask before adding, "Immeasurably."

As Ruffnut cackled, Snotlout turned to Hjalmar and said, "Make the runes big."

Hiccup sat up straighter, pleading--or more like threatening--the older man with, "No! I swear to the gods, if you do..."

"BIG," repeated Snotlout.

Hjalmar sighed, laying out his tools. He could not kick them out; how would the twins retaliate if he did? Getting the job done in record time was undoubtedly the lesser headache if they were involved. He hoped word would not get around Berk of this one exception, lest all the fools gather at his door for wild favors.

As he set up, he noticed the chief knocking back the flask on pace toward fast intoxication.

"I won't let him make it too big," he heard Astrid tell Hiccup, stooping down until their eyes met; her name was the image to be permanently etched into his skin.

"You're the one who's got to look at it," he muttered back.

Tuffnut wolf whistled at the implication and Astrid flashed him a rude hand gesture.

"It's kind of sweet," she said, though Hjalmar could not tell if she was trying to convince Hiccup or herself.

"It's kind of idiotic," the chief retorted.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic."

"Couldn't you all have settled on something a little more epic? Like a dragon? For my dignity, maybe?"

"But where's the fun in that?" Ruffnut replied.

"Yeah. If you actually want the tattoo, then there's no point!" Snotlout argued.

"Are you saying my name isn't epic enough for you?" Astrid teased.

Hiccup hesitated, narrowing his eyes. He studied her for a moment. "You're trying to trap me."

Astrid laughed and kissed him on the cheek. The other dragon riders gagged with peak theatrics.

"Alright," Hjalmar interjected. "Let's get started."

Everyone else cheered. Hiccup took another drink, then passed the flask back to Fishlegs.

"So, it'll be the chest, correct?" Hjalmar asked.

Hiccup nodded, mouth full of liquid courage, vaguely pointing two to three inches beneath his left clavicle.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tuffnut chanted.

"Aye," Hjalmar confirmed. "Tunic's got to come off then, Chief."

Defeated, Hiccup deftly stripped until he sat half-naked in front of everyone, and considerably more ill-tempered about it. Ruffnut let out a titillated squeak and Astrid elbowed her hard. Indeed, his later adolescent years had been kind to the chief, and he looked more a young man than a walking beanpole; though he was still far from the ideal physique any Viking would aspire to. But it suited him, oddly enough. Hjalmar had endured his own daughter's girlish fawning for the chief more often than he care to. What he had not anticipated was the patchwork scars that covered Hiccup's torso. Some were old burns; those were easy enough to tell. Many more were curious in shape or placement, not at all consistent with the more common battle scars he saw on his clients. Hjalmar figured they were trophies from his dragon-related exploits. He did not ask; he simply did not want to tattoo over them for scars made unforgiving and unyielding canvas.

Fortunately, where he had been asked to work was in good shape, free from injury or blemish. At the first black mark applied to Hiccup's skin, there were claps and cries of triumph.

"Can't take it back now!" Snotlout declared, patting his shoulder and earning Hjalmar's deepest scowl as it nearly caused a stroke in error. Even steeped in nonsense, the older man was determined to do good work.

" You can shut up," Hiccup replied, eyes scrunched tight as Hjalmar branded him with needle and ink.

He breathed slow and steadily. His pain tolerance was better than many who sat in the same chair. He neither grimaced nor uttered a swear; but then again, the scars and the metal leg spoke of toughness one might not expect just by looking at him.

"Well, I'll be damned," Tuffnut mused, hovering closer than necessary, closer than Hjalmar desired. "You cried the whole time you got yours," he remarked to Fishlegs.

The larger boy crossed his arms, Gronckle ink on full display. "In my defense, I'm an emotional drunk."

"Yeah, but Hiccup's not even slurring his speech yet," Tuffnut replied.

"I am regrettably too sober for this," Hiccup agreed, eyes still closed.

"Maybe Astrid can go next," Ruffnut suggested. "This time, let's bet on the butt cheek."

"Hm. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not stupid enough to make any sort of bet with you." Astrid paused, her words hanging in the air. "Oh. No offense, Hiccup."

"That was fair," he said.

They carried on like that for the remainder of the tattoo, taking cheap shots at one another but laughing all the while. Even Hjalmar found himself cracking a grin or two in spite of his own determined indifference toward their shenanigans. For all the annoyance they had brought, the infamous six never failed to entertain in equal measure. Perhaps a small part of the older man was glad they stumbled through his door that evening. Perhaps they would even be welcomed back.

When Hjalmar had finished, he sat back to admire his handiwork. Stupid in concept, it was just about flawless in execution, from the spacing to the line width. He would stand by it, if anyone asked--and he hoped they never would. Tattooing names was against his better judgment, but he felt not the faintest tinge of regret then, the banter and the spirit in which Atrid's name had been requested proved too infectious.

"Done," he announced, then retreated as the other dragon riders crowded in.

"I mean, it looks nice," Fishlegs offered. "From afar, it could say anything."

"That's one more tattoo than either of these muttonheads have," Ruffnut added, nodding to Tuffnut and Snotlout, who had released his hold on Hiccup.

"You can compliment me all you want, but it only makes me hate you slightly less," Hiccup replied, but he smiled.

As Hjalmar reached for his salve, he too was grinning. He could not recall a more enjoyable tattoo in recent memory.

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Beach Trip Headcanons: La Squadra

a/n: it's getting warmer where i live which is horrible and i hate it but it gave me some inspo here's some bullshit

Genre/Warnings: Crack, fluff, just some cute shit, polyamory (sorlato), a LOT of simping omfg

~Risotto Nero~

-he already had his tits out on the regular so his bare chest isn't anything new but he lost that stupid hat so it wouldn't get wet and now you can stare at hat-less riz

-doesn't get in the water too often but he definitely goes underwater to grab your legs and scare you (he does it to ghiaccio and melone too; melone screams at the top of his lungs and ghiaccio fails around like he's drowning)

-spends most of his time under the parasols with illuso and prosciutto, just chatting and watching you mess around with your teammates (and maybe checking you out while he's at it)

-lowkey starts to get jealous if he thinks melone or formaggio are gettin' too friendly with you (god help any random person that flirts with you)

-Riz makes damn sure both you and him are very well saturated (?? does that sound weird) with sunscreen. there's no way in hell either of you will be suffering through that

~Prosciutto~

-you thought you were going to the beach with your boyfriend? lmfao nah you're at the beach with mom and your rowdy ass siblings now

-came in clutch with the sunscreen, aloe vera ointment, snacks, water and spending money. has a very nice set up under a parasol with illuso (and you, if you'd like to join him in his relaxation/parenting session)

-pros with his hair down, shirtless and wearing a pair of pineapple swim trunks to match with pesci? out in public? a lot more likely than you'd think

-formaggio would be a prick and dump water on his hair and now you get to see prosciutto with his hair wet fUCK (pros would be FUMING but he'd look so GOOD)

-would read to you but he doesn't want to risk getting any of his fav books wet so he'd just tell you wonderful stories of the team before you joined (most of them are embarrassing for everyone but him)

~Pesci~

-literally he's having the time of his LIFE right now. he's completely protected from the sun (thanks mamma pros), he's goin' fishing, he's got his s/o with him, what more could a boy ask for?

-maybe he should've asked formaggio to not throw sand at him every 10 minutes because that is happening for sure, no matter how much prosciutto yells at him to stop pesci will not be left alone

-is in the water like, 70% of the time. he'll make bets with ghiaccio to see who can swim out the farthest and ghia is surprisingly not mad when he loses

-he'll walk off the beach with just you to get ice cream and it's honestly really fucking cute (he gets strawberry, btw)

-pesci really likes picking you up and tossing you into the water. he's secretly a little bastard and will laugh at you while helping you up

~Illuso~

-jesus the entire day with him is just 🙄. he's such a little bitch about EVERYTHING

-won't go in the water at all and carries a compact mirror with him so he has an escape plan in case formaggio decides to fuck with him. salt water damages your hair and there's no possible fucking way he's risking his scalp just for a little fun

-still insisted on wearing swim trunks and going shirtless though, mostly just to have your undivided attention (as if he didn't already force you to pay attention to him enough)

-sitting under parasols with prosciutto because he's pale and has sensitive skin but he still ends up getting sunburned and won't stop complaining

-you guys did have a cute little moment when the sun was starting to set and he dragged you away from everyone so he could look for sea glass with you (totally wasn't an excuse to hold your hand while he was dragging you around)

~Formaggio~

-spends the entire day being a little rat bastard and making almost everyone wish he was dead (he respects risotto too much and sorbet and gelato scare him so he leaves them alone)

-throwing sand at pesci and melone, pouring water on prosciutto, stealing melone's goggles, chasing illuso into the mirror world, straight up throwing ghiaccio's car keys across the beach

-and of course he's gonna drag you into this. even if you just wanted to have a nice beach day with your asshole boyfriend, he's gonna hold you captive during his shenanigans

-can and will wipe his sweat on you. he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. please throw seaweed at him in retaliation, he thinks it's nasty as fuck

-leaves the beach early so he can treat you to dinner, both as a thank you for dealing with his bullshit all day and as an apology for wiping sweat on you every 30 minutes

~Ghiaccio~

-the most unrecognizable when he's as the beach with everybody. his hair isn't styled, so his curls are a lot looser and not plastered to his head, he's not wearing his glasses so they don't get lost in the water, HIS FUCKING LEGS AND BARE CHEST ARE JUST OUT

-literally just,,,SURFER GHIACCIO??? come ON dude. he knows what he's doing and will wink at you every single time he catches you staring

-loves wading out far into the water with you on his surf board so he can be all soft and cute with you without anybody hearing or seeing him

-he'll also be pretty light-hearted when he's out there too. he and pesci will see who can swim out the farthest and he'll let pesci win (let's be honest, with his legs he could swim to a different continent if he wanted too)

-ghia might look hot as hell out there, but he'll also end up burnt as hell. literally he just didn't put sunscreen on and he was out in the sun for hours. hottie got sun poisoning, please take him home early he will die

~Melone~

-he brought along goggles, a snorkel and flippers so he can do some shallow reef diving

-he'll pop up occasionally and yell for you to come over and show you a tiny little crab or a cool looking fish he found (it's honestly really, really cute)

-mel will take routine breaks to reapply sunscreen, drink water, check up on you, and get his goggles stolen (which he did not plan on). he'll also take this time to use shitty beach-related pick up lines to get you to laugh

-honestly as pervy as you'd think he would be. maybe it's because he's distracted by all the fun little creatures he keeps finding in tide pools and such

-has his own little set up a few feet away from prosciutto and illuso's. he'll be there while he's taking his breaks and yes he will try to cuddle with you even though it's pushing 90 degrees at noon

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-not to get sad in what is supposed to be a fun headcanon set but neither of them will take their shirts off or get in the water. both of them have a lot of body image issues and they'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to convince them to be half naked in public

-with that being said, both Sorbet and Gelato get loads of enjoyment out of just watching you swim around and have fun before returning to them

-Sorbet will help apply sunscreen but he really just wants an excuse to grope you and Gelato in public

-Gelato will want to have a sandcastle building contest with you (Sorbet is the judge and both of you receive the grand prize of a kiss)

-long walks on the beach together at night after everyone's gone home? of fucking course it's gonna happen

[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 7/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 7/8 WORD COUNT: 6,400+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | smut MINORS DNI | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | cigarette smoking | strong/mature/suggestive language | smut (fingering, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink XD, etc.) SPOILERS: n/a STATUS: COMPLETED

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"You always hide here when you're down," Geto said, stepping onto the rickety floors of the abandoned wooden gazebo at the far edge of the walled gardens. It was meant to be torn down but for your insistence for it to stay erect.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag when you didn't answer, huddled on one of the corners of the hexagonal structure. "You really shouldn't have done that," he told you, his voice ringing crisp in the still air.

"You should really quit that dirty habit," you muttered in a form of retaliation, not really in the mood to be lectured.

"I could say the same with your games, Y/N!" he said harshly, the first time he ever would. It was more for the fact that he felt frustrated that you kissed him all for the benefit of another man as opposed to merely scolding you for whatever wrongdoing you've committed. He felt all the more frustrated that he was doing it at all.

"I'm sorry if I dragged you into this," you told him sincerely. "I shouldn't have –"

"I am not sorry," he interrupted you. "I wanted that for a while now."

"What?" You stood up and walked towards him, making him turn to face you. "What are you talking about?"

Geto placed a hand behind his neck, exhaling exaggeratedly and throwing his head back, closing his eyes momentarily before meeting your blue gaze. "I understand why Kento is taking this harder than what you're expecting." He sighed. "It probably would have been better if you kissed Yuuji instead."

You just blinked at him, perplexed. "I don't get it."

It's now or never. He wanted you to know at least before you made up your mind, but knowing you, he knew you already did. And he wasn't going to be your choice. "Look, I like you. I wanted you for myself ever since you entered university."

"Huh?"

"And three years ago, I told Kento about how I felt," he droned on. "And maybe he thinks that's still the case, that I am still his rival where you are concerned."

"So are you?" you demanded.

He shook his head, smiling as he blew smoke at the opposite direction. "I know a losing game when I see one, and honestly, I'm rooting for the two of you."

You clutched at his arm. "Suguru..."

He ruffled your hair, throwing his cigarette away and hugging you to his side. "Don't get me wrong, princess. I was hurt that I wasn't your favorite anymore. I wanted to tell you, but you beat me to it and told me you liked Kento instead."

"You'll always be my favorite," you said. "You guys don't get replaced, not to me. I love you all differently, and I have things I share with each of you that I can never have with the other."

Geto's eyes widened slightly at your words. "I'll hold you to that." He snickered then. "Seriously though, where the hell did the two of you get things so wrong? Everything just went to shit in a matter of hours. And I thought Ieiri and I were being very specific with our instructions to you."

"Ieiri?"

"She's been talking to Kento, too. You two are just too dense and slow."

You punched him on the arm, glaring at him.

"Ow!" he grumbled, rubbing at the sore spot. "I'm a model, you know. You're not supposed to mark me."

"Oh, is that what you tell all your girls?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes at you. "Kento already made it back to the house. You should apologize."

You stood on your toes and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him tight.

"You might want to refrain from doing just that, princess," he said but you just giggled and made your way back to the manor. "You're still my favorite!" you called out.

He took another stick if cigarette, chuckling at you, but as he was about to light it, he opted not to.

**

You've done it this time. You just knew it. You realized that when you sobered up from all the crying you did after the incident at the lake. It was too late to say you should have listened to Yuuji and regret wasn't really something you could relate to. Typically. Now, you wanted him to say, "I told you so." Him and Megumi. Throw in Nobara, too, but you knew you weren't going to forgive yourself if things didn't turn back the way they used to be where you and Nanami were involved. That was all you were hoping for if he really has been put off by the mere idea of you.

Geto was just as much of a trickster as you are, but what you did not foresee was the result and his reaction to you, and you weren’t exactly ready for the his confession. That was a first and after speaking with him, you understood. Nanami was downright outraged. He might have not gone all out on you about the matter but you knew there was something else he wasn't saying. He has always been considerate of your feelings, and you were afraid you've trampled on his. It was regardless of whether you meant it or not. You just crossed the line.

The situation wasn't good, and you knew Gojo would have killed you if he saw just how you were behaving at the lake, and you could just pray to every higher being out there that he never gets to find out or you’ll have no choice but to sit down and listen to his lecture. He may be averse to the idea of you dating any of his friends, and he may be the best brother anyone could have, but he would definitely not tolerate what you have done.

A bigger part of everything that’s been happening was your fault. You knew it, and you weren't afraid to admit it either. Although Nanami may have his faults for being so much of an over-thinker and being indecisive, he was right. Why couldn't you be a normal person for once and just be honest about how you feel? Why couldn't you just tell Nanami you loved him and you have been in love with him for the longest time? Again, you couldn't relate to the idea because you haven’t ever been able to healthily express your opinion, but enough was enough. You were going to do it tonight. It didn't matter what the result was. You wanted him in your life, and you’ll go through lengths to have him.

After tossing and turning on your bed for what seemed like hours and later wearing a path on your bedroom floor while fidgeting on the hem of your silk robe, you finally decided there was no way you were sleeping. You couldn’t if it saves you when the dread of him totally disappearing because of what you do gnawed at you from the inside.

You were worried sick of Nanami who disappeared after the incident. You called him on the phone several times but every attempt went straight to voicemail, and out of your frustrations, you found yourself retreating to that same spot where Geto found you. You were only able to rest easy when he spoke to you, telling you that Nanami already made it back to the manor.

Functioning on instinct, you got out of your room barefoot, the flaps of your robe flying behind you as you marched towards the guest room where he was staying. You even had your fist raised to knock on the door but at that very moment, you stopped. For the first time, you felt vulnerable. You didn't have a clue about what you would say to him the moment you see him. You didn't know how you would approach him or if it was already the right time to do so. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Digging your nails into your palms, you listened for movement on the other side of the door when you heard the door to the adjoining bath open and close, followed by the quiet padding of bare feet on the carpeted floor. Your breath snagged, thinking of turning away. You decided to do just that but then, the door suddenly opened, making you squeak in surprise, the sight of him dressed in just his navy pajama bottoms causing you to ogle his muscular chest and abdomen.

Well shit, you thought. He was beyond hot.

"Er..."

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked, sounding mostly tired than mad. He didn't look happy to see you, but at least he didn't slam the door to your face. Too much of a violation to his manners, you surmised, tempted to tease him, but you opted not to. You weren't in any position to be playing your little games.

You exhaled in batches before you finally found your voice. "I... n-need to talk to you. Can I...come in?"

He just looked at you for a moment before taking a step back and opening the door wider for you. He then turned his bare back to you as he walked over to the bed, the muscles on his sides and back flexing with each movement. He then motioned for you to sit on the chair situated quite far from him before he himself sat down, waiting for you to talk.

You didn't sit down and instead stood behind the chair, gripping its back. "Look, I'm sorry."

He ran his fingers through his damp, blond locks, looking like a model for an expensive underwear brand as he did so. "Hmm. Are you now?"

Your throat grew dry, wishing you could smack yourself right there and then for thinking of other things when you were supposed to be apologizing sincerely to him. You knew that he was trying to be sardonic but you couldn't help but think how mesmerizing he sounded. Composing yourself, you nodded. "I am. Suguru and I –"

"I don't wish to hear it, Y/N."

"It didn't mean anything!" you finally snapped, breathing heavily and not realizing you've crossed halfway towards him. You stopped, catching yourself just in time. "I just..." You sighed. "I just wanted to make you jealous."

“Well, what the hell, Y/N! You’ve succeeded.” His jaw clenched as he said the words, eyes intent on you and unrelenting. “And guess what, you’ve done more than just make me feel jealous. You made me feel guilty, too, because I can’t help but think that I pushed you to do that because of what I said to you this morning. Are you happy?”

“No…” You shook your head, your breath snagging. “I was being selfish. None of it is your fault so you don’t have to feel that way. You’ve been trying to talk to me all day, and maybe I should have given you the chance, but being me, I relied on my baser instincts and made a game out of things again.”

He stood this time, towering over you. "That's all you know. Games," he told you quietly, his tone at odds to his words. "You never really cared who gets played in the end as long as you're amused." He reached over and picked up a few strands of your hair before flicking them off his fingers in disdain. "Isn't that what it is?"

His words hurt. "No..."

"Unfortunately, I got caught up in it, all the while thinking that maybe you'll spare me because..." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I lost again. Congratulations."

"I'm sorry."

"Sure." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm tired, Y/N," he said as he sat down on the bed, burying his face into his hands.

This was it, you thought to yourself. You can't miss your chance. It was regardless of the consequences. You told yourself that. You were not going to back down even if it means you get hurt. Even if it means he would reject you.

Without thinking twice, you moved closer to him, settling on your knees directly in front of him just by his feet. You reached for his hands, gently easing them away from his face. You smiled at how big they were compared to yours, his palms rough against your fingertips. He let you pull them away, slowly moving of their own accord to cup your face, his dark, intense eyes searching yours.

"Y/N, I can't do this anymore."

You chuckled even as tears glistened in your eyes. You brushed his hair away from his forehead. "You read minds now?"

"I'm serious."

"Forgive me. I couldn't help it."

"What are you –"

Before he can finish what he wanted to say, you pushed yourself up on your foot and pressed your lips against his. You felt him stiffen against you, his hand tightening over the slope of your hips as you pushed him forward. You placed your left foot on the bed just beside his thigh while your hands took possession of his face, smiling into the kiss when he finally moved and reciprocated in kind. Your toes curled in anticipation.

He pulled you down, mouths enmeshed, breaths in sync, until you were leveled to him. He raised a hand, placing it on the side of your face, making you lean against its warmth. Your eyes flew open when he pulled away and pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering there before he kissed the tip of your nose, then your cheek just beside your mouth. Nanami closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, his hand soothingly rubbing at your bare thigh.

He was breathing deeply, brows furrowed together. Unable to help it, you started planting butterfly kisses where you could reach, capturing his lips again, hand gently caressing his jawline. Nanami twisted around, laying you on the mattress and hovering over you, continuing to kiss you. His scent had stuck to the sheets engulfing your senses and rendering everything nonexistent but him. You were lost in a world filled with nothing but him and the feel of his hands roaming all over your body in slow, sensuous movements as if he was blindly mapping out your every contour and curve.

"I don't think we should be doing this," he breathed out, chuckling quietly, but in the next moment, he sought entrance to your mouth, his hot tongue finding yours, stealing your breath. You held on tight to him, thinking he was overthinking things again, easing his mind by returning his ministrations in kind, and locking him in place with your arms wrapped around his nape. You moved your leg from underneath him, brushing your thigh between his legs, making his breath hitch when you applied the slightest of pressure, feeling him becoming stiff as you rocked your thigh back and forth against him.

Nanami drew back slightly, cutting the kiss. He opened his eyes, looking at you longingly, fingers tracing your shoulder. He looked at you with uncertainty as he fiddled with the lapels of your robe. "Tell me to stop."

At that, you smirked at him, your fingers also wandering up the expanse of his hard abdomen, slowly trailing fire up his chest to his collarbones. You bit your lip between your teeth as his skin seemed to grow warmer where you were touching him, the way he was unsteadily breathing adding to your thrill, beyond glad you had that effect on him.

"I don't want you to stop, Kento." You rose a fraction on your elbow and pecked him on the tip of his nose. "I want you."

He sighed then. “Y/N, if we’re going to do this, I want you to be certain.”

“Like a hundred percent certain?” you teased. “What’s the legal jargon for that? Do you want me to say, ‘Sustained,’ or ‘No objections, your honor’?” You giggled and he joined in, shaking his head. “Way to kill the mood though.”

“Sorry.” He flashed you a rueful smile.

Reaching out, you cupped the side of his face, eyeing him with as much conviction and certainty as you could. “You should know by now that I don’t do things I don’t exactly want to do. And when I say I want this – I want you – then that’s precisely what I want.”

He nodded slowly.

“You’re still overthinking.”

“I’m just thinking of what to say to Satoru –”

“You chose the wrong time to be talking too much.” You pulled him close, crashing your lips to his in reckless abandon. It was sloppy at best, but you hoped it would convey your certitude and confidence in what you were about to engage in with him. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Kento, I could cry just having you this close to me.”

Your words seemed to have unlocked something in him as his pupils dilated and his clear eyes clouded with want, and you couldn’t have been more glad that you decided to tell him how you honestly felt. Nanami lowered his head, claiming your lips with his in a slow, gentle kiss, his lips making love to yours in a seductive rhythm that spoke volumes of what he can’t typically express with mere words. The urgency in his kisses increased and you matched his fervor with yours, slightly rising off the bed to meet him halfway, taking as much as you could as he took from you – your breath, your heart, your soul.

As if a switch flipped, his gentle movements turned careless as he grabbed your shoulder and slid the robe off you, throwing it somewhere behind him, eyes alight with excitement as he further undressed you, pulling your matching nightie down, smirking when he discovered you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“You planned this,” he rasped.

You grinned smugly at him. “Maybe I did.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses while his large hands took possession of your breasts, kneading them. You gasped when he caught one of your nipples, twisting it experimentally and watching your reaction when he latched his mouth onto the other, licking around it before giving it a particularly hard suck.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, eyes blowing wide when you heard the sound of your silks being ripped off of your body followed by a soft growl as he continued to devour your tender swells of flesh. His hands reached down, covetously taking your thighs, humming against your breast at the warmth and softness of your skin underneath the rough pads of his palms. He drew one hand upwards to the flimsy lingerie you were wearing, ripping it away wildly as well, making you gasp.

“Hey, don’t –”

Any protests you had died in your throat when he reached down the apex of your legs, his fingers immediately teasing your folds and rubbing gently. “Do you feel how wet you are, my love?” he rasped. “You want me this much?” When you didn’t answer, he prompted you by putting more pressure on the sensitive nub, making you buck off of the sheets with a squeaked out, “Yes.”

Your nether lips were slick with arousal and your clit started to become engorged as he touched you there, making you whine in pleasure as you carelessly threw your arms back on the mattress. He spread your legs wider, giving himself full access to your body while you lay there with hooded eyes, watching him have his way around you, his pupils dilated as he drank in every contour of your body.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, groaning in approval when you slightly arched your neck backwards, reveling in his touch. He started rubbing your clit in circles with just enough pressure to have you gripping on the sheets while his free hand took hold of your exposed breasts, kneading the supple flesh between his fingers. Nanami delighted in the way you looked writhing under his mercy, eyes hazy and mouth partly opened as you let out pleasured sounds, wishing to know how he can make you moan and tremble even more.

Nanami withdrew his hand from your chest and traced down the expanse of your belly until he reached your pelvis, securing you in place as he inserted his long digits into your throbbing cunt, going in and out. He chuckled softly at the sight of you taking his fingers in, the lewd sounds coming from your pooling juices as you clenched around him, spurring him on. He pressed down on your clit around and around, over and over again, circling around that sensitive part of you.

“Just like that,” you mewled, your hips lifting off the mattress to grind against his hand, meeting the friction he was creating and amplifying your desire.

He smirked as he hovered over you. “You just love this, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed out, feeling your first orgasm hitting you when he started erratically thrusting his fingers into you, the movement of his wrists quick while every thrust was accompanied by your snagged breaths.

Feeling himself getting harder and more titillated with the way your body tossed and turned beneath him, with his free hand, he shoved down his silk pajama bottoms, tossing it away along with his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines. He was, however, taken aback when you suddenly pushed yourself up, smirking at him as your eyes shifted between his dark orbs and his erection, thick, long and pulsating.

Without a warning, you pushed against him, your hands tight on his broad shoulders until his back was against the mattress. Having successfully turned tables on him, you straddled his lap and claimed his lips for your own, kissing him hard and unrelenting while your hands ran down his pecs, down to his hard abs, one of them racing faster than the other as you reached for his length, wrapping your fingers around it, its heat sending you on a wild rush.

“You’re so hot,” you droned absently, making him smile.

“You’re hotter when you’re trying to dominate me like this,” he responded, chuckling.

“Don’t I always though?” you teased, your grip on him tightening slightly while you ran your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum all over the pinkish head, making him quaver in delight. Whatever response he had in mind died right there and then when you lifted yourself up aligning yourself with him. You grabbed the base of his length, guiding him leisurely inside you, the slow pace driving you both on the edge. Your legs shook slightly as you slid down onto him, using his firm thighs to anchor yourself until you were fully sitting on him, his cock buried deep inside you.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, out of breath, feeling himself nestled in your warmth, fitting tight and snug as if you were made just for him. He sat up slightly, holding onto your hips as he slid out slowly, almost to the hilt, holding you up before very gently easing his way back inside, continuing with that slow pace, building a rhythm you both got used to. You held onto his shoulders, meeting every languid thrust halfway, establishing connection with every movement of your bodies.

“Ah…Kento…” you keen, as you both moved against each other, feeling every part of each other against yourselves, melding in a soft embrace as you rode him up and down. You both couldn’t get enough of each other, your nails digging on his back while his hands held your waist in a bruising grip. Your hips met each other in a steady rhythm, the sounds of your moans filling the room, mingling with skin slapping on skin and distinct squelching as you repeatedly swallowed his cock into your hole, making you crumple in rapture.

He reached up, placing a hand at your nape, making you lean closer to press his mouth onto yours, your tongues meeting in a duel, your whimpers drowned out by the action. He released your lips in favor of your neck, progressing downwards as he nipped on your flesh, all the way to your collarbones until he reached your breast, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, making your toes curl as his ministrations brought about sensations that hyper-stimulated every one of your senses.

You luxuriated in everything that was him, the feel of his mouth on you, his length filling you up to the brim over and over again, in and out with every push, his smell, his warmth, the excitement leaping in his eyes while he focused on pleasuring you. You were caught in the midst of your love and fondness for everything that made up Nanami Kento, voicing it out by repeatedly saying, “I love you,” or broken parts of it anyway as if a prayer of fragmented pleas and exultation as he made you his.

He paused when he heard you say it, pulling away, his eyes wide as he gazed at you with his cloudy eyes suddenly becoming clearer while his vision focused on you. “Say that again,” he said.

“I love you,” you murmured, feeling your face grow warm at his unabashed scrutiny. Then again, “I love you,” with more conviction this time. “I’m madly in love with you, Kento.”

“You are?” he asked as if in disbelief, his mouth stretching into smile, eyes filling with joy when you nodded. And along with that, he felt himself growing even harder as if a silent affirmation to how he felt about you. “I love you, too.” He kissed you and laid you down on the bed. “So damn much.”

Nanami settled himself between your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he realigned himself with you, pushing in without preamble and pounding into you in a faster rhythm than earlier. He slid so easily inside of you as he pushed forward and pulled out again and again, the new position making your walls grip tighter around him while he fucked you deeper. He relished the way he was spreading you apart, mesmerized by the way you were connected.

“More,” you purred when you felt him hitting you right where you wanted him over and over again, making you see galaxies of stars as he rammed into you. “Right there.”

“Whatever you want, my love,” he panted, dipping himself even deeper. “You like that? You like how daddy fucks you?”

Your eyes shot open when he said that, knowing you were seeing a new facet of him you’ve never encountered before. But you were not able to dwell on that when you were prompted to respond with a rough, hard thrust, saying, “Yes, daddy. I do…so m-much,” when he pulled out all the way and shoved his dick back in, and in that same instant, you found yourself creaming around him. Your essence dripped down onto the sheets as he continued to thrust faster into you, his breath hitting your skin with the rhythm of his movements as he moaned your name, planting butterfly kisses on your neck.

“You’re so good,” he said as you clenched tighter around him. “Give me one more, baby.”

He hastened his pace even more, rising up with one of your legs hanging on his arm while his free hand reached down, playing with your clit, applying pressure and setting the tempo of his movements with his length which slid in and out of you unabatingly. Your moans were getting louder while your brain felt like it would turn to fizz as your heart pounded in your chest, holding onto the build of that familiar pooling of heat in your loins. In a sudden flurry of sensations, your body lifted clear off the bed as you came long and hard.

Nanami rode you through it, going even harder and rougher as groans started to spill out of his mouth, ending in a crescendo of your sensual cries and a dragged out moan from him as he came inside you, his white, hot seed coating your walls and overflowing out of you.

Closing your eyes, you tried to catch your breath, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you came down from your high. Everything felt detached and surreal as your mind started filling with thought after thought, dominated with nothing but the fact that he just made love to you, the idea not quite sinking in despite the panting, boneless mess that you are at that moment.

You gasped when you felt him pulling out of you before hovering over you to place a kiss on your forehead. You forced your eyes open to look at him, cracking into a crooked grin when you finally looked at him, his hands brushing away stray strands of hair from your sweat-matted forehead.

“I love you, Y/N,” he told you in hushed tones, while you were unable to do anything but nod weakly as your body succumbed to exhaustion.

**

He bet everything on Gojo’s wedding week. And it was all worth it.

The whole matter has not sunk in just yet, so much so that he didn’t get a wink’s sleep trying to make sense of it all, but mostly afraid that he will wake up in the morning and find that everything was just a dream. A very vivid, beyond pleasant dream. But the sun rose in the horizon, and as he lay there awake, he had his proof of everything that happened beside him, asleep and very much real, pressed against his side.

When you came to him the previous night, he was certain things between you would end. If he was being honest, he has had it with your playing. He didn’t know exactly what your aims were the previous night until you made the move. Again, if he was being honest, he was also being a coward, always the one at the end of the rope you were reaching for. He wanted to switch your positions for a change, but when he did, it felt like he was getting nowhere, just pulling the rope without anyone at the end.

He thought he had lost when you kissed Geto in front of him, didn’t know what to do with the information when you said you were doing it to make him jealous. And no matter how low you went just to get his attention or to retaliate to his lack of response to you the previous day, he couldn’t say he didn’t like that you did it, too. He didn’t like it per se, but your motivations behind it spoke volumes of how you felt. He was just too blind to see it.

You were right about certain things, one of them being the fact that he was supposed to know you and understand how you communicated. Another was the fact that it wasn’t too much for you to ask him to be selfish for his sake and yours. He had wanted to act exactly that way for a long time, and when you were giving him the chance, he walked away from it instead. And as per usual, you were the one who fought your way against him for the same aim of having him.

He sighed, shifting to his side to face your slumbering form. He felt his heart melting at the sight of you softly breathing and appearing so serene snuggled against him and wearing his shirt. He could almost laugh when you suddenly fell asleep on him right after he made love to you. He sighed, knowing you wouldn’t wake up any time soon after you closed your eyes, decided to clean you up and dress you up before settling beside you, too.

But out of everything, since the previous night, whenever he would remember you telling him you loved him, his heart just stops for a second only to resume its beating in irregular staccatos. You told him you could almost cry having him that close to you, but he was the one who felt like shedding tears about having you.

He bet his heart knowing there was a possibility that you would just toy with it and break it. In the end, he finally got everything he wanted in your person. He should have already known that in order to get to you, he has to go through everything, have his heart shattered if that’s what it would take. He wanted to peel all your protective layers, but you ended up doing that to him instead, and it was safe to say you succeeded. Still, although he felt like dying when he saw you kissing Geto, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d go through it all again if it meant he would get you in the end.

Nanami caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, smiling when you scrunched your nose a bit, your brows furrowing slightly. Just then, your eyes opened, your ocean-blue irises devouring him in an instant in waves of emotions, the most dominant of them all being gratitude towards whatever higher power brought you to the world to exist and love him when you could have anybody else.

You broke into a sleepy grin the moment you saw him. “Good morning, daddy,” were the first words that came out of your mouth, teasing him the moment you woke up.

He felt heat suffuse his cheeks when you said that, flashing you a pained look. It hadn’t been embarrassing when he suddenly decided he had a daddy kink and wanted to hear you say it, but now that he has sobered up from the feel of you against him, he didn’t exactly want you to say it, not when you were mercilessly ragging him for it first thing in the morning. He didn’t detest it though.

Nanami diverted his gaze from you, his face turning red, but you abruptly rose slightly, grabbing both sides of his face to make him look at you.

“What are you getting all shy around me for?” you cooed. “Don’t you like it when I call you that?” You smirked. “Come to think of it, I was startled when you said that, too.”

“Are you making fun of me?” he said, pouting.

Your eyes rounded and you let go of him, even going to the extent of moving away from him.

“What?” he asked, suddenly panicked as he sat up, grabbing your arm, afraid you’ll walk away.

You clucked your tongue. “D-don’t do that…that p-pouting thing…” you spoke haltingly, unable to talk properly as you pinched the bridge of your nose, looking flustered.

“Do what?” he asked, not quite catching what you were saying.

“Don’t go acting cute so early in the morning. I’m not used to this side of you. Jesus, Kento,” you told him all in one go, your hands flailing about. “You’re messing with me.”

He arched a brow at you and started laughing heartily. You were genuinely distressed and he didn’t know what he would do with you. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t know you were not immune to my charms.” He pulled you towards him, making you face him. “How are you feeling by the way?”

“I’m fine.”

“Not sore anywhere?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fishing for compliments now?”

He shook his head slowly, not understanding what you were talking about. “I don’t think we’re on the same page.” He started fussing around you then, even lifting his shirt which you were wearing, slightly looking for telltale signs of the possibility that he could have hurt you in any way when he spotted bruises on your hips. “Oh no.”

“Why?” you asked, blinking cluelessly when you saw what he was looking at. To your surprise, he suddenly took you in his arms, his expressions indicating distress. “What’s going on?”

“I hurt you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

It was your turn to laugh. “You obliterated me, Kento, but I’m not sorry about it.” You pulled away from him and pecked him on the lips. “You were awesome.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I should go easy on you. I don’t really like the idea of injuring you in any way.”

You narrowed your eyes on him. “You’ve set the bar on how good you can be between the sheets. If you hold back on me, I’ll throttle you. Maybe I’ll ask Satoru for help, too.”

“What –”

“You’ve been warned, Nanamin.” You leaned forward, planting your face on his chest. “Stop worrying. I don’t regret anything, and if you make love to me as well as you did last night every single day, I’ll gladly have my battle scars.”

Nanami cupped your head, rubbing soothingly, his eyes meeting yours while a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth. “You’re so weird sometimes.”

“You love me.”

He kissed the top of your head. “I do. With all that I am.”

“Stop getting into a tizzy then.”

“Okay, Y/N.”

“Okay, Kento.”

“Are you always going to call me by my name now?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I like it better than when you call me Nanamin.”

Your brows knit together then. “I’ve kinda gotten fond of that nickname though. But if that’s what you want, I’m down for it, too.” You grinned at him. “Kento.”

Nanami broke into a smile, but then you said, “Can I always call you 'daddy' instead?” He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. “I’ll throttle you.”

You chuckled. “My mother would flip!”

“Satoru would flip.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, just enjoying the comfortable silence while you listened to his heartbeat and basked in his warmth, his muscular arms wrapped around you securely. You’ve never felt safer.

You were, however, the first to break it.

“Kento?” you began.

“Yes, my love?”

“What are we now?”

“You’re all mine and I’m yours,” he stated firmly.

“So we’re official?”

He scoffed. “If last night wasn’t enough to make us official, I’d be happy to prove it further to you. You’re the woman I’ll marry. I’m not giving you a choice on that.”

You snickered. “Fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated with inflection, pushing you down on the mattress while he hovered over you. “Why do you sound as if you don’t like it?”

You burst into bubbles of laughter. “I’m not complaining…”

“But?”

“If that’s the case, I want Satoru to know first before the others. Is that okay?”

He nodded. “That’s just fair, I think.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you. When do you want us to tell him?”

You held his hand, entwining your fingers together and beaming tenderly at the way yours were engulfed by his. “Soon. Very soon.”

-end of part 7-

Aaaaand we're down to the second to the last chapter. This one's rather self-indulgent and I got carried away with the the "daddy" thing lol. Anyway, I would like to say thank you to everyone who's been reading this fic and looking forward to my updates. You guys make me happy!

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210806]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[letsbeoutoftouch]

Back in December 2016, during a sleepover, my friends and I decided to watch EXO's Chanyeol's most recent movie, "So I Married an Anti-Fan". It effortlessly became one of my favourite movies, so much so that I rewatch it —at least— once a year.

Therefore, when it was first announced that South Korea was going to produce a drama based on the same story, I was thrilled. The feeling only increased when I found out that the male lead was Choi Tae-Joon, whom I loved because of Suspicious Partner. Later (to be more precise, this year), I discovered that the other lead was the one and only Sooyoung from SNSD!

The drama was filmed back in 2018, and it was supposed to air a loooot sooner, but it had a few problems and it finally came out this year. Since I don't like waiting for episodes to come out each week, I waited until it finished airing to watch it... And, today, I finished it!

So, here's my review, fresh out the oven!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is a 2021 South Korean drama, featuring Choi Tae-Joon, Choi Sooyoung, Hwang Chansung and Han Ji-Ahn. It's based on the novel "그래서 나는 안티팬과 결혼했다" (So I Married an Anti-Fan), written by Kim Eun Jun and published in 2010.

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♡ PLOT:

The story revolves around Hoo Joon (Tae-Joon), a well-known idol, and Geun Young (Sooyoung), a magazine reporter. They meet during an event, where a series of misunderstandings leads them to have a bad impression of each other.

For this reason, when Geun Young loses her job, she's under the impression that it was Hoo Joon's doing and is therefore keen on "reveal" Joon's real character. However, her retaliation backfires, and she attracts a lot of attention as his "anti-fan".

Later, a TV producer approaches them both to star in a reality show. Geun Young and Hoo Joon accept and think to give each other a hard time on set. But, as time goes by, they get to know each other better and better.

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♡ EPISODES:

It's made up of 16 episodes, running for an hour each (i.e., your typical k-drama).

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♡ CHARACTERS:

-Geun Young (FL): She's the best character, hands down (I swear I'm not being biased because I love Sooyoung).

For some reason, I've seen a lot of bad comments about this character. I don't truly understand why some people said that she didn't stand up for herself or that she was so-so, when she dealt really well with everything that had happened to her. I'd like to see all those people in her shoes—I bet they'd have cracked up quickly.

Also, she's like the least toxic character I've ever come across in a drama. She waits patiently for Joon to deal with his problems and doesn't jump to conclusions regarding his relationship with In Hyeong and Jae Joon. She lets him do his thing, is an independent woman, and tries to be as little of a burden as she can to the people she cares about. So, props to her!

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-Hoo Joon (ML): Although I overall liked his character, I admit that if I hadn't previously watched the movie, I'd probably be wary of him at the beginning. But, don't worry: as the story progresses, you get to know him better. He's patient and thinks of other people's feelings and well-being a lot (sometimes, a little too much for his own good, but he's a good boy).

I felt the need to include that there was this one scene where he acts... In a way that I didn't find appealing. Fortunately, he isn't like that all throughout the drama. Also, he isn't toxic like a lot of the male leads in drama-land. If you're wondering which scene I'm referring to, here's a spoiler: *SPOILER ALERT* When he and Geun Young start dating, they are requested to film an advertisement together. In the filming, he acts all "jealous" because the dress she was wearing was too short for his liking. I'm sorry, but she's the only one who has a say on how short a dress she's wearing is—not you, not even if you're her partner *END OF SPOILER ALERT*.

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-JJ/Jae Joon (SML): Jae Joon is the second male lead, and he was portrayed by 2PM's Chansung.

I'm sorry, but I never could come to terms with this character, not even during the last episodes. If the writers' intention was for me to hate him, they (and Chansung's acting) totally achieved that purpose.

He is incredibly selfish and keeps this attitude up to episode 13/14. Towards the ending, the story tries that the audience feels some sympathy towards him—it is shown why he acted the way he did. Nevertheless, in my opinion, while his past may explain his actions, it doesn't justify any of them. That's why I couldn't bring myself to feel sympathetic or empathetic towards him. *SPOILER ALERT* In fact, I think Hoo Joon was too nice to be there for him in the last two or three episodes. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

He's also outright abusive. *SPOILER ALERT* I mean, he slapped In Hyeong and broke her laptop ¿?... Even though I didn't like her that much, nothing justifies that kind of violent behaviour. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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-In Hyeong (SFL): She's the second female lead, portrayed by actress Han Ji-Ahn.

Oh, man. I had a hard time trying to wrap my head around this character. I was just going to say that I couldn't stand her because she was always purposely putting a spanner in the works, making everyone's life difficult.

However, as I was drafting this review, I began reflecting on the character and felt sympathy for her. She was in a vulnerable place—leaving aside that she felt abandoned by her first love, she had trouble trying to make her career take off, and she was in a really abusive relationship. It could be argued that JJ and In Hyeon were both toxic to each other, but it was clear that he was the one with the upper hand (he was the CEO of her new agency, which brings a real disbalance of power).

Moreover, it was hinted several times that all she went through took a toll on her mental health (*SPOILER ALERT* she was always taking pills to calm down, and she freaking tried to kill herself!!!!!!! *END OF SPOILER ALERT*). I believe she needed professional help to put herself back together, so she could let go of her past and finally leave that abusive relationship.

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♡ COUPLES:

Since this drama mostly gravitates towards romantic relationships, I'm including this section.

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-Geun Young x Hoo Joon: They are your typical enemies to lovers.

In the beginning, their relationship was tainted by a lot of misunderstandings, which led them to hate each other's guts (but, where's the charm in a k-drama that isn't filled with misunderstandings, am I right?). Once they started to spend more time together, they began understanding each other better. In time, they were able to leave their pride aside and got rid of their prejudices (yes, the story gives Jane Austen-ish vibes, so much so that "Pride and Prejudice" is mentioned a few times).

Their chemistry was alright. I would have changed some parts of the script that made a lot of scenes to be super cringey—especially, before some of their kisses (like, what a way to ruin such an awaited moment!).

The thing I liked the most about them was that neither of them was toxic, and they knew how and when to give the other person space. They were sweet, but not unbearable sweet—just the exact amount.

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-In Hyeong x Jae Joon: I don't know if they can be considered a true couple, but I'm adding them here just to repeat that I HATED THEM TOGETHER.

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♡ SOME PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS AND THOUGHTS:

For me, the story tries to show the two sides of the same coin: things that may seem completely different, but are essentially the same. You can see it with Hoo Joon/Geun Young, their friends, and even with Hoo Joon/Jae Joon. Of course, this could be argued—it is just my personal impression.

Also, while the drama condemns some of the toxic fan behaviour, it sometimes romanticises it. *SPOILER ALERT* one fan freaking kidnapped him, and everything was suddenly alright ¿¿ Nuh-uh *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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♡ DRAMA VS. MOVIE:

As I mentioned above, there's a prior Chinese movie from 2016 that was based on this novel. It features EXO's Chanyeol, Yuan Shan Shan, SNSD's Seohyun, and Jian Chao.

For obvious reasons, the story is shrunk down in the movie. There are a lot of things that weren't included in the movie, other things were overly simplified, and some stuff was missing and/or changed.

If you want to have a good laugh, then I recommend you to watch the movie. It's filled with non-sensical comedy that, in my opinion, China excels at. However, if you are more inclined towards drama, then the South Korean version is the one for you (you'll laugh, too, don't worry).

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♡ SUMMARY:

This is, basically, a sweet enemies-to-lovers, famous-person-and-normal-person story. If you like any of those troupes, then you're in for a treat.

It's a really lighthearted story that will make you laugh. Don't expect a complicated plot because there won't be one. It's ideal to have a break from all those dramas where you can't miss a single detail because you'll get lost, or from those dramas which plots are so heavy they end up tiring your mind out.

I loved the cast, and their acting was great (especially Chansung's, because he made me hate his character with a passion, lmao).

ALSO, if you like Sung Hoon (My Secret Romance, Oh My Venus) like me, then WATCH THIS DRAMA, lol. He has a guest role in some episodes!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is available on VIKI!

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If you read the whole review, thank you very much! I hope you liked it.

[hawksugarbaby]

Deku x reader- Minecraft millionaire

Fluff

A/N: I use Xbox so these are Xbox controlls but feel free to change them as you see fit

Izuku sat on his bed flicking his eye's from the facetime with you to the screen in front of him continuously holding the right trigger on his controller and chewing his lip. "Wait what level do you find diamonds?" he asked glancing at his coordinates in the corner and you jumped around the world trying to escape a creeper "Fuck i'm gonna die! i'm gonna die! please NO!" you yelped and decided it was time to dig a hole in the ground and block it off. "Sorry, what did you ask?" you look at the phone propped up against your laptop and chuckle at Izuku's face scrunched up in concentration "uh, what level do you find diamonds" he repeated not taking his eye off the screen filled with grey stone blocks and dot's of black for coal. "12 to 14, usually 13 is like the best place"

You answered uncovering the hole you had dug in just as a creeper passed over you and fell into your 3 by 1 grave. "NOOO!" you screeched as the green mob flashed white and you tried to jump out of the inescapable hole for a final moments peace but to no avail. The unmistakable sound of a muffled explosion and the respawn screen, lighting your face up red and you let out a fake cry. "Did you die?" he asked despite the obvious answer. "Yeahh" you answered with a heavy sigh and respawned at home, grabbing a spare wooden sword and jumping over to the spot of your death. If nothing else you'd get a lot of dirt?

Izuku muttered about hitting his head off every block and you snickered "I mean at least you learned your lesson about digging straight down" he huffed and flailed his arms creating a cold air around him "it wasn't my fault no one told me I shouldn't dig straight down!" he had a point, yes, but still you had presumed that even he would know such a basic rule "I know, I know" you say nearing the site of the explosion and start sprinting ignoring the band of mobs chasing you.

"HOW IS MY STUFF STILL HERE. IT WAS LITERALLY NEXT TO ME?!" you yelped in surprise but ran around the area gathering your stuff and spammed the Y button, automatically gearing up and switched your sword to your hotbar along with your enchanted pickaxe and cooked chicken.

"Maybe the minecraft gods granted you... something?" Izuku laughed and popped out of his mine running to his furnace and dropping in a stack of Iron. "(y/n) I hear you need some cobblestone" Izuku said running to your house across from his and down the basement to your storage area. You groaned begrudgingly trying to fend off an army of spiders who had made it a personal goal of theirs to off you. "Izuku please don't contribute to the cobble chest. I'm begging you. I don't need more cobble" you whined sprinting away with 5x more Xp than you originally had. "Do you have lapiz?" you asked raking through his chests to find the blue material.

Izuku opened the chest almost full with cobble and finished it off with 12 more stacks, leaving one or himself. The green achievement bar popped up at the bottom of the screen "Chestful of cobblestone" and you clicked your tongue pushing your hands together like a prayer in front of your mouth "IZUKU. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR COBBLE. STOP GIVING ME COBBLE, THAT GOES FOR ALL THE REST OF THE BOYS TOO!" your shouting could be heard throughout the dorm and some of the other minecraft players snickered to themselves.

Anytime, they had a stack or so of cobble, they would put it in one of your chests and it became a running joke for them to go "Hey (y/n) I heard you needed more cobble" and shove it in the chest despite your begging them not to. You had 3 chests of cobble but never got the achievement because you had burned the first 2 chestfulls before they could finish it off.

"Yes I have lapiz just give me a sec" he answered after your threat and jumped over to you. Meeting in front of your pumpkin farm you were jumping on. "If you fall you're gonna trample your crops" he said and you shrugged "that's what I have a diamond hoe for duh" you say in a bragging way as if having a diamond hoe of all things really just showed your wealth. You jumped off the pumpkin successfully not landing on your crops and spun around in front of Izuku as he threw lapiz at you "Is this what it's like to be a stripper" you chuckled and Izuku snorted at your joke. "Okay that's enough" you say, stopping him from throwing anymore and bouncing off to your enchantment table.

"I can't believe you had 4 extra diamonds and you made an enchantment table and a hoe" he sighed grabbing all the iron from his furnace and spinning to the crafting table to make a new pickaxe and a bucket for milk. He was determined to make a cake just as much as getting diamonds but there was a lack of cows due to bakugo's anger issues when he was in the server. "What would you even have done with them!?" "I COULD HAVE BOOTS (y/n)!" he shouted back and you purse your lips. He could have had boots...

"Okay well I'm sorry I'm rich and have full diamonds" you shrug and he looked up from his controller looking straight forward pinching the bridge of his nose "your a bitch" he laughed and started back down his mineshaft complaining about the steps hitting his head again. "You love me really" you chuckle and he rolls his eyes with a smile "yeah I know" you glance at the facetime and smile, 8 hours, 29 minutes 43 seconds you'd been on a call just playing minecraft in the server you ran for "the lads" as it had been dubbed.

"OOH IZUKU I JUST GOT FORTUNE 3 ON MY DIAMOND PICKAXE!" you exclaim, celebrating by jumping up and down. "Sweet! You're gonna have endless coal!" he laughed and you punched the air excitedly "so much Xp!" "we have an Xp farm" he retaliated and you pouted "Let me be exited" you whined and he awed "sorryyy" he said dragging it out for effect and you huffed "better be."

Izuku's inventory quickly filled with cobble, coal, and iron again, the occasional redstone for Xp and fuck gold, gold sucks. He stumbled into a cave, a platform of stone and on each side was a pool of lava. But Izuku's eyes lit up and he gasped "OH MY GOD!" he shouted digging through the wall to get to the prize. "WHAT!" you shouted back, busy breeding the chickens and throwing eggs in the overcrowded pen. "Sorry but some of you guys have gotta go" you muttered brandishing your iron sword, specifically named "the chicken killer" since you didn't want to waste your diamond sword on chickens. "DIAMONDS!" he shouted back building a platform around the edge of the lave he could walk on and building under the diamonds for safety.

"OH OH MY GOD WAIT THERE AND I'LL MINE THEM FOR YOU!" you say abandoning the chickens and jumping over to his house again. "wait why. This is my moment I've literally never found diamonds and you're gonna take them from me" he asked looking at the phone, your face twisted with concentration. "Because I have fortune 3 and I can make 8 diamonds like 24" you said. "can I mine these ones and tell you when I find more instead I want to mine my own first diamonds." you stopped at the entrance jumping up and down in frustration "okay fine"

As Izuku ventured further into the cave earning probably half a new chest worth of cobble he shouted for you. "I found more diamonds." you immediately sprang into life holding the left stick to go down quicker. "Okay yeah this is really inconvenient" you agreed about bumping your head on the way down and landed at his shaft. "Uhh which way am I going" you asked. "Left" he said. You followed the trail of torches and Izuku's name tag that got bigger the closer you were eventually running into the same square as him. "Move back I can't see" you instructed and he scooted backwards.

You swung the enchanted pickaxe collecting the aqua gems and throwing them at izuku. "That's like 20 something," you said, shrugging at the phone and running off back home. "That was 28" he said running after you to finally make his full iron armor and tools "I have 33 in total" he grabbed sticks from his unorganised chests that you despised and for the first time, made diamond armor in minecraft.

"Oh my god he's wearing BLUE! It doesn't match your colour scheme" you cried shielding your eyes and looking away. "Sorry (y/n) let me just dye my diamonds green real quick" he said, throwing an emerald at you and you feigned shock. "A MIRACLE. TRULY"

"Okay I wanna enchant it" he said following you to the enchantment table. "We do have those enchanted books if you want something specific?" you said but he shook his head "nah i'm doing it old fashioned" he said standing at the enchantment table and taking his time going through, enchanting each item with its purple iridescence.

"What did you get?" you asked, jumping around him excitedly and he hovered over each item. "Respiration on the helmet, projectile protection and unbreaking, wait I got unbreaking as well?" he asked looking at you through the facetime "it does that sometimes" you shrugged and he raised his eyebrows and hummed with the newfound knowledge. "Those on chestplate, protection on the jeans-" "leggings" "whatever, and feather falling on the boots" he said putting all his armor back on and going over his tools "efficiency on the pickaxe, efficiency on the axe, unbreaking on the hoe, unbreaking on the shovel, and fire aspect on the sword" he said stabbing a chicken that immediately went up in flames. "Roast chicken for life!" you cheered.

"Okay you have your full diamond now come to the nether" you said standing in the swirling portal and Izuku whined. "Literally what for!" he asked standing next to you despite his disinterest and the loading screen popped up. "For that Xp, gotta get that nether quartz" you said jumping to a clump of nether quartz and letting the green spheres fall on you watching the bar go up. "(y/n) What's the bridge for?" he asked walking over to the bridge ignoring the magma slime jumping toward you.

"What bri- AGH FUCK NO NO YOU CUBE FUCKING BITCH THINK YOU CAN JUMP ON ME LIKE I'M SOME WHORE WHO DO YOU THINK I AM" (A real thing i've said playing minecraft with my friends) he turned around just as the magma divided into 4 then each of those into another 4 until there were none. "Don't go on that bridge you will absolutely die" you warned and he backed up onto the bridge anyway. You were surprised he even made it halfway before a ghast needed to tell him his place and shoot him right into the neon orange below. "YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT"

Bonus content

Kaminari, bakugo, and kirishima all joined the call loading up minecraft not expecting to get an earful of your abuse to Izuku who was crying into his controller "I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO GO ON THE BRIDGE BECAUSE A GHAST WOULD KNOCK YOU OFF BUT WHAT DID YOU DO. GO ON THE BRIDGE. I LITERALLY JUST GOT YOU THOSE DIAMONDS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOU BROCCOLI. I WASTED MY FORTUNE BUFF ON YOU."

You loved him really. But you would never be taking him to the nether again.

A/n: What is your relationship with Izuku here? That's for you to decide. Also these are all things that have happened to me while in minecraft with my friends.

[one-boring-person]

What Kind Of A World Are We Living In?

The Lost Boys x The Walking Dead Crossover

Warnings: blood imagery, death, some very vague TWD spoilers, bad language

Context: So @browneyes528 , @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic and I kinda came up with an idea for a crossover between these fandoms, and it basically entails David meeting Negan for the first time.

A/N: This is my first time writing Negan, so I hope it's not too bad! I enjoyed writing this; it's quite fun to combine the things I enjoy 😂😅💛

Masterlist.

Originally, David had made it clear that he wanted no part in joining any groups they came across on their travels, impressing this on the boys on multiple occasions, especially when "food" was scarce. Even before he'd turned, he'd never been a particularly social person, so the outbreak of "biters" as one group they'd encountered had called them was perfect for his naturally guarded personality, as it meant he never had to interact with people he didn't like as much as he used to, back in Santa Carla in the good old days. Only one problem came with the outbreak: the amount of available people to feed on was slowly decreasing, and the biters do not taste nearly as good.

However, this changed when he came across a rather interesting character, whose name he had yet to figure out, whilst on a hunt, the others having spread out through the area to find possible sources of blood. For once, David was walking through the dense forest rather than flying over it, avoiding the biters wherever possible, easily decapitating those that stumbled too close to him with the machete he "borrowed" from a previous victim, though in theory there was no need to do so, seeing as they didn't seem to care about the taste of vampire flesh, and their bites wouldn't do anything to them anyway. He'd started to give up hope of finding any source of life, until he picked up the sounds of voices a little way off, interest spiking as he headed off in that direction, hunger growing as the familiar scent of fresh blood reached him, the smell clearly emanating from a large area ahead of him. Following with more vigour, he soon came across the odd gathering of people; a semi-circle of sorts was formed around an old RV, a number of them kneeling on the floor in front of a horde of armed soldier-type men and women. Vehicles surrounded them, a collection of armoured trucks and pickups, as well as a couple of motorbikes (which he greatly envied, seeing as he and the boys had had to leave theirs back in Santa Carla for lighter travel) solidifying the would-be intimidating group into an almost impenetrable wall. Normally, he'd signal for the other boys to join him, there being too many for him to finish off alone, but something stopped him in his tracks. Or rather, someone.

A tall man went to the RV, having said something relevant to the kneeling people, opening the door to reveal another man, who stepped into the light with a large grin on his face. Instantly, David's focus was on the newcomer, eyebrow raising at his choice of attire - a black leather jacket, red scarf and dark jeans, though what really caught his eye was the baseball bat, which was wrapped in barbed wire, a deadly weapon he wished he could see in action. Despite the circumstances (it being an apocalypse and all), the newcomer was clean and undirtied, as if he had somewhere to return to where he could shower and change into clean clothes, and his entire attitude around the gathered people only proved to David that this man was the leader.

His eyes remained fixed on him, taking in the laid-back, yet clearly authoritative stance and movements, not listening to what was being said until the familiar sound of an old song floated up to him from the leader, each line punctuated by a point of the bat at a kneeling person, all of whom appeared terrified.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe..."

The black-clad leader's voice was taunting, his fingers visibly clenching around the handle of the bat as he came to a halt in front of a thick-set ginger guy, who stared up the length of the weapon with a confidence only bred in the military.

David could only watch with grudging  appreciation as the leader then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy's head, spreading the ginger man's brains all over the dusty tarmac with a brutal finality.

It only took the sight of this to change David's mind about joining a group, his mind made up as he watched the leader tease and taunt the rest of the group, nearly rising in anger when a dishevelled brunette sprung forward to punch him in the jaw, smirking to himself when another guy had his head smashed to pieces in retaliation. This guy knew how to demonstrate his ultimate dominance over his people.

Unfortunately, he had to wait another few weeks or so until he got the chance to meet this guy again, at which point he'd already informed the others of this new group he had found, eager to figure out what this guy's reaction would be to finding a coven of vampires asking to ally with him. To say the boys had been surprised was an understatement; Paul nearly fell from the roof they were perched on, Dwayne only just managing to pull him back up again, Marko staring, wide-eyed, at his leader. Unsurprisingly, they had all wanted to see this guy for themselves, not quite believing that a human could be as brutal and remorseless as David made him out to be, thus starting a search for the base of these people, though it was mostly unsuccessful, until one summer night.

The four of them hovered over the decrepit motorway below, eyes searching for any signs of movements, each of them as bored as the others, having had less luck finding food in the last few weeks, seeing as everyone seemed to be letting themselves die in ways that meant they would become a biter, which was not helpful at all. By now, they'd been out for a good four hours, their hunger levels through the roof - they'd only found a group of two loners the day before, meaning that they hadn't eaten nearly enough to satisfy them. At his point, Marko and Paul decided they needed to start acting dramatic, theatrically dropping from the sky every now and then, only to catch themselves after a few metres, complaining about how tired and hungry they were the entire time, neither of them letting up, even when Dwayne threatened to stake them both. They were whinging so much they never noticed the little band of people on the motorway below them, the tiny group having just emerged from the trees lining the side of the road, until David pointed them out, licking his lips in anticipation, his vampiric features contorting his face as he led the dive down.

Whooping in triumph and relief, the four of them descended on the group of five, each of them claiming a victim right off the bat, tearing into their chosen person with a vigour born of deep-rooted hunger, blood erupting in macabre fountains from the newly made wounds. The rich fluid coated their chins and fangs, staining their already filthy clothes further as the screaming people writhe and struggle in their respective grips, each one gradually dying in full view of the fifth, who had yet to race off in the other direction, which would've been the smart thing to do. As it happened, the horrified girl never stood a chance, swiftly being taken out by David as he took his fill from her, passing her barely alive body on to an eagerly waiting Paul, who was only to happy to sink his fangs into her skin, tearing her throat out with a grim efficiency.

In their feeding frenzy, none of them had noticed the envoy of vehicles slowly approaching from the north, a familiar RV amongst them, until the beaming headlights were focused on them, drawing the vampires' attention. Dropping the corpses, each vampire moved to stand beside David, who stuck his gloved hands in his pockets and watched the cars approach, smirking at the realisation of who it is, glad that their first encounter involved him covered in fresh blood from a victim he just spent a few enjoyable minutes tearing to pieces, knowing that his appearance must be horrifying. Beside him, the others stood their ground, Marko moving to bite at his thumb, only to swiftly think better of it, hooking it in the belt loops of his jeans instead. Ahead of them, each vehicle came to a halt, a group of armed people stepping forward with rifles and shotguns aimed at them, a sight which brought a slight grin to David's lips, the door to the RV opening to reveal the guy from before, a somewhat confused yet confident expression on his face.

"It's nearly two in the morning and I have to sort out a bunch of cannibals on the road? What kinda world are we living in?!" The leader joked with one of his cronies, eyeing the motley group of blood stained boys with no trepidation at all.

"A dying one, I reckon." David called out to him in way of response, their eyes locking, almost as if challenging each other.

"Well, then I guess it all depends on who you ask, don't it?" A wide grin appeared on the guy's face as he looked David over, clearly impressed by what he saw, "Damn, you are creepy as shit! You look totally badass!"

David's eyes narrowed a bit at his words, suspicious of the guy's odd compliments.

"If that's what you think, then sure." He responded, choosing his words carefully.

"What I think? Hell, no, that's not what I think. It's what I know." He confirmed, leaning back on his heels, his bat resting over one shoulder, "I'm Negan."

"David."

"David? Your name is David? I'm gonna have to figure out something better than that, something more badass."

For once, David chose not to let his offense at the statement determine how he acted, instead remaining in place with a neutral expression.

"If you must." He bit out, deciding to get straight to the point, "We've been looking for you."

Surprise seemed to cross Negan's face at this confession, eyebrows momentarily drawing together in confusion.

"You've been looking for me? Why in the hell would you do that?"

"I saw you beat two people's heads in a few weeks back, and you left a good impression on me. I thought you might like the help of four vampires in your group, who have no qualms about killing anyone." David informed him, nearly rolling his eyes at the disbelieving look on their faces.

"I left a good impression on someone like you because I beat the shit outta two people? Damn, you are messed up, I'll give you that." Negan smirked, pointing at David with his bat, "But I cannot give you the vampire bullshit. Who in the hell still believes in them?"

"People with sense." He grinned in reply, his features changing into their vampiric forms, lips peeling back to reveal his razor sharp fangs.

For a long moment, everyone is silent, Negan's eyes fixed on David's face, clearly taken aback by the turn of events, though the smile is quick to return.

"I owe you damn apology, David, that is terrifying. Like real, pant-pissing, shitting-yourself terrifying." He complimented again, seemingly considering something, "You still up for helping me out? Because I have a job that I think will suit you guys just fine."

"Sure thing, as long as the price is decent."

Negan stepped forwards, bat back on his shoulder, a conspiratorial smirk on his lips.

"There's a certain group of people who need the shit scaring outta them. Their leader is a prick named Rick, or Rick the Prick as I call him, and he needs an attitude adjustment."

[shunsuiken]

promise.

pairing. giyuu x fem!reader

genre. fluff

synopsis. two lovers making a simple promise.

wc. 1.4k

Once the demons from your last mission were defeated, you felt like you deserved a day off. It was you against two low-skilled demons and an ex-lower moon. It was pretty difficult since it was just one against three. Though the low-skilled demons were easier to defeat, the ex-lower moon demon was quite the challenge. You knew you could have died, it did traumatise you for a while after the battle.

Something you remembered most about that mission was when the ex-lower moon demon told you that your swordsmanship was crafted finely. You felt proud of your skills, it had been a while since you had appreciated your hands swiftly gliding the katana through a demon's neck- seizing its existence.

You told your crow about your day off, it whined and yelled in your face about how a Demon Slayer should always be on the watch for other demons terrorising humanity. You defended yourself, saying that you were human and needed rest as well. Your crow huffed in your face and flew away. Shrugging, you headed off to the Butterfly Estate, wanting to meet a certain Demon Slayer you hadn't seen in a while: Kochou Shinobu.

Finally, you had arrived at the grand manor the Insect Pillar lived in. You pushed the wooden gates, entering with ease. You eventually found Aoi dusting some sheets nearby. You headed to her direction, "Aoi-chan! How are you?" You greeted the girl in pig-tails.

She turned around, a scowl on her face but her reaction changed when she saw that it was you. "Y/n! I've been helping Shinobu with her patients. Are you taking a day off?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, I am." Then, after registering the whole sentence she said, you tilted your head. "patients? How many are there?"

"One just left an hour ago. The only one left is the Water Pillar, Tomioka-sama." She informed you, gesturing in the direction of the ward. "You can go visit him if you would like to."

Your face flushed. "Ah, thank you, Aoi-chan. See you soon!" You walked away, waving at her as she waved back.

You and Giyuu established a relationship three months ago. After you recovered from a fever, you trained with Aoi and the three girls whose names you could never remember. One afternoon, he was at the estate to deliver a message to Shinobu. He found you swinging your sword in the backyard with the three girls cheering for you.

He saw how precise your swordsmanship skills were and couldn't help but get to know you. Of course, you freaked out when he approached you but you freaked out even more to find out he was the Water Pillar after the conversation ended. From then on, he kept coming back after missions to watch you train. But whenever you caught him, he would immediately snap his head in the other direction.

You two were a fresh couple of Demon Slayers risking your lives, knowing the obvious possibilities of never seeing each other again. It sent adrenaline into your bloodstream whenever you felt like you were losing in battle- you thought of Giyuu and your remaining little sister who was still training to become a Demon Slayer.

You entered the private rooms, specifically made for the Pillars. You heard a familiar voice, smiling as you stood behind the white curtain. "Shinobu-san! Is that you?"

You heard her gasp, "Y/n! Is that you?" She pulled the curtain back, revealing her and a sleeping Giyuu. You swore your heart almost burst on the spot, he looked like a baby! But you also saw the large bandages wrapped around his chest and arms.

You leaned in to embrace her, "I'm taking a day off! My last battle is still haunting me, I need some time to shake it off." You glanced at Giyuu for a second before returning your eyes to Shinobu.

She rubbed your back, "You are so strong, Y/n! You are wise to take care of yourself mentally. I don't see that in many slayers nowadays."

You chuckled, "A lot of us are too busy taking care of others to take care of themselves. I hope you're taking care of yourself well, Shinobu."

She nodded her head, "Don't worry about me! I know my limits." She sighed, then glancing at Giyuu. "Yesterday he walked all the way here by himself- fresh from battle. I believe he was up against an upper moon, he's lucky the demon spared his life."

An upper moon?

"Thank you for taking care of him, Shinobu." You gazed at Giyuu's sleeping state.

She smiled sweetly at you, "I will leave to my office, you can stay with Tomioka-san for as long as you would like." She pulled the curtain back as she left, leaving you with Giyuu.

You didn't know how long it had been since you had seen Giyuu. It had probably been a month since you have touched him or felt anything physical from him. He was never affectionate in public though, he would really only want to hold you in his arms in private. The only thing he would do in public was give you a nod.

In private, however, was a different story. He was a completely different person. He would hold onto you and whine if you'd retaliate, he would give you a generous amount of cuddles and cheek kisses- sometimes even the cutest pecks on the lips.

Seeing him in this state made your heart break. You sat on the mattress, near his chest, observing his face. His brows weren't closely knitted to each other like they usually were and his famous frown was long gone.

"Take care of yourself properly," You chuckled, knowing he wouldn't hear you.

"My duty is to protect the weak."

You snapped your head in the direction of Giyuu's face, was he awake this entire time?

You chuckled, "So you haven’t been resting properly, huh?"

Giyuu didn't reply so, you must be right.

"Glad to see you're still alive," You joked, changing the subject. "Shinobu-san told me you fought an upper moon. Did you do that alone? I hope you didn't."

Giyuu's head turned towards you, your heart fluttered, he finally opened his eyes. You missed them so much.

"I did."

You weren't shocked by his answer at all, in fact, it was the answer you were expecting. It wasn't that you thought he was a show-off or anything, you already knew he preferred to do things by himself- unless someone forced themselves into the situation. Like that one time Tanjirou, a boy who was in your rank once followed Giyuu for a whole day. In the end, Giyuu gave in.

He gazed at your face for a moment, noticing the tiny tears on your forehead. "What demon did you fight today? Those wounds are fresh."

You touched your forehead, totally forgetting about the intense battle you had earlier. "Ah, the demon used a Blood Demon Art technique where it shot out poisonous spikes... it was an ex-lower moon."

"Funny how you tell me to take care of myself when you haven’t," Giyuu teased, closing his eyes.

You rolled your own. "Your situation is a lot worse than mine."

There was silence for a bit until you decided to break it.

"I missed you." You said, staring at his expressionless face. You reached your hand out to caress his head, letting your hands run through his soft locks. You felt him lean into your touch as you repeated the motion, watching how his cheeks turned bright pink at the affection.

He stretched his arm out, placing it on your lap. His hand was out for you to hold and you did. "If this is the kind of care I'll receive every time I end up back here, I don't mind getting beaten up by those demons." He opened his eyes to see your reaction, his face was smug.

You smacked his arm lightly. "And you want me to see you get hurt all the time? I'm not allowing that."

The corner of his mouth curved upwards as he pulled his hand up to caress your cheek. "I missed you, too, by the way."

You leaned into his touch immediately. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself."

Giyuu smiled, watching your cheeks grow pink from the simple interaction. He adored you with his whole heart. "I promise, Y/n."