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captain-mj · 2 years ago

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Idk if u do Alejandro x Rudy but I really need some top Rudy and bottom Alejandro in my life like Alejandro is WHIPPED and Rudy would take full advantage of that in the bedroom

My asks are open btw! And I love this ship!

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Rudy smiled softly at Alejandro. He trailed his hands through his hair, watching Alejandro flush. Right now, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Alejandro between his legs on the floor. Alejandro looked up at him, absolutely adoring. Rudy couldn’t help the rush it gave him, knowing all that attention was on him.

"What can I do for you, Rudy?" Alejandro asked softly, kissing his wrists. He looked up at him pleadingly.

Rudy shook his head slightly, a little amused. "Oh, Alejandro. Stay on your knees for me, okay?"

Alejandro nodded and kissed his fingers, taking one into his mouth and swirling it gently. His tongue ran its way over it, all while he looked up at Rodolfo adoringly. It was hard to turn down an offer like this when Alejandro was already on his knees.

Rudy pulled his hand away and kissed him sweetly before smirking. "Undo my pants, darling." Alejandro jumped to follow the command, tugging down all the offending fabric. He didn't wait for Rudy to ask, kissing along his cock. His hands settled on Rudy’s thighs, completely focused on his task.

Rodolfo moaned softly as Alejandro slid his tongue up him slowly. He buried his hand in his hair and gently guided him to take his cock down his throat. Alejandro purred softly around him, the vibrations going straight through him and up his spine.

"Fuck you're good at this." Rudy moaned and Alejandro preened under the praise, bobbing his head. His mouth was so warm and he hollowed his cheeks right as he deep throated him, exactly how he liked. Rodolfo groaned and yanked his hair, making Alejandro gag a little.

"Sorry, mi amor." Rodolfo pet his hair soothingly to apologize, even though Alejandro didn't seem to care. "Get up."

Alejandro pulled away immediately, looking up at him from between Rodolfo's legs. He made a pretty sight on his knees, even if he was pouting the slightest bit.

"Get undressed." Alejandro got up and started stripping, leaving everything in a heap on the floor.

Rodolfo watched him, enjoying the desperation that rolled off of him. Alejandro quickly got in bed, kissing him passionately. He grabbed Rodolfo's face, their chests brushing against each other from how close they were.

Rodolfo leaned over him, pressing him down into the bed. “Go ahead and spread your legs, beso.”

Alejandro spread his legs, flushing more at the nickname. “Mi amado, please.” He grabbed the headboard above him and... christ. Rodolfo loved him. He was so pretty, tattoos dotting his skin. He put his hands on his waist, kissing along his stomach.

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes. Anything, Rudy.” He moaned softly as Rodolfo bit him.

Rodolfo grinned and settled between his legs. He leaned over him and Alejandro quickly leaned up to kiss him again.

Rodolfo gently prepped him, knowing it drove him crazy. Alejandro clearly wanted to rush him, but Rodolfo kept kissing him, not letting him get a word out. Eventually he just wrapped his arms around his shoulders, moaning softly.

He finally pulled away and Alejandro looked at him lovingly. “ You’re gorgeous.”

Rudy smiled at him and pushed into him gently, giving Alejandro plenty of time to adjust. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, nipping Alejandro’s chest. Ale was like a fucking vice around him and it felt so good. He groaned softly and thrust into him, watching Ale’s back start to arch.

“Please.” Alejandro kissed at him. “I can take it. Please.” Rodolfo smiled at him.

“You’re a handful, Colonel. You know that?”

“I just want to make you feel good, Rudy.” Alejandro answered honestly.

Rodolfo sped up immediately, holding him close and slamming into him. Alejandro cried out and his hands were scrambling at Rodolfo’s shoulders, nails cutting at him. Rodolfo didn’t mind, kinda liking the sting, so he did it again and again, trying to find the right angel.

Alejandro screamed and Rodolfo purred. There it was. He hit his prostate over and over again, feeling him thrash and cry out over and over again.

Rodolfo sucked hickeys into his neck, making sure none of them could be covered by his uniform. He wanted everyone to see tomorrow. Alejandro was his and always would be. Took him forever to make the idiot realize it and he wasn’t going to ever let him go again.

Alejandro groaned softly and twisted his hips, making Rodolfo moan. He pressed against him, trying to pull Rodolfo even deeper inside him as if that was possible. His arms came to wrap around him until they were inseparable.

“Mi amado.” Alejandro moaned softly, throwing his head back. “All yours.”

Rodolfo took a deep breath, trying to keep his head. He loved when Alejandro said stuff like that. Didn’t think he could ever get tired of it.

“All mine, mi amor.” He kissed him softly and grabbed his cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, feeling his legs start to tremble before he came.

“Mind if I?” Rodolfo started but Alejandro interrupted him by wrapping his legs around him and pulling him closer.

“Inside please.”

Rodolfo laughed and kissed him, fucking him straight through Alejandro’s orgasm. He could feel him start to whimper against his mouth, getting overstimulated, before Rudy finally came in.

Alejandro went limp immediately. His hand gently stroking up and down his arm.

“You okay? Wasn’t too rough?”

“Rudy, I’m not fragile. You can be rough with me.”

“I just want to be careful.” Rudy laughed, kissing him again.

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty

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nitrodame · 3 years ago

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𝔸𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢, 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛.

Pairing(s): KING! Tamaki Amajiki x QUEEN! Reader

Genre: Historical Romance

Fic Type: Multi-Chapter

Status: Ongoing

Warning(s): Possible Smut, Descriptions of Violence and Abuse, Brief Mentions of War

Tag(s): Arranged Marriage, Historical AU, Angst/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

A/N : Sooo this is my first fic for bnha! I got into the fandom a little late but better late than never right? Anyway, I'm really excited about posting this and hope you all enjoy! This is fic can also be found on AO3 , I'll always update ao3 first so be sure to check it out! Thanks!!

Chapter I / II / III / IIII

A loving marriage. Such a pathetic concept. Who really got to spend their life with the one they loved? Such an illusion was nothing more than a child’s broken fairytale. That was something you recited to yourself over and over again as you stared blankly at the man you were going to spend the rest of your miserable life with. Tamaki Amajiki, a distinguished prince from one of three ruling families of your land. A man who did not love you and probably never would. He was to be your life sentence and he couldn’t even meet your eyes. You wondered, somberly, if there was a special person that already occupied his heart as he quietly recited hollow vows that meant nothing to either of you.

How different would his words be if he really did love the woman that was standing before him? How fast would your heart beat if you truly adored the man cradling your hands? It was a bitter thought. A fleeting glimpse of a life you would never have. Your union was born from nothing more than necessity and as his quivering lips pressed stiffly against your own, it was a fact you would never let yourself forget.

You woke up in a bed that was much too large, all alone, yet again. The vacant sheets beside you, that were always cold to the touch, was something you had come to expect. You hugged a lone pillow to your body, burying your face into its softness. Your mind began replaying a familiar fantasy as you tried desperately to ignore the rays of spilling sunshine that forced their way through your silky curtains. You would often imagine the pillow as the warm chest of a lover, they would run their fingers through your messy hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear after a long, passionate night of love making.

It was the same scenario day after day but it was all you had to stave off the numbing loneliness that renewed itself every sunrise. Just a little longer, that’s all you wanted, just a second longer to pretend you were adoringly desired.

However, your dreams were dashed as your chambermaids filed in, their idle chatter causing you to begrudgingly open your eyes. You fought the urge to tell them to leave so you could continue to indulge in your pity party...but you knew better, after all that was no way for a queen to behave. You sighed internally as they urged you to your feet.

Today was a special day. It was your birthday, the first one you would be celebrating as the new queen who was lucky enough to exist next to Tamaki's side. The whole kingdom was a buzz about your special day, nobles from all over the country would be attending your grand celebration. You couldn’t seem to share their enthusiasm, you were already alone, but what better way for that painful point to be driven home then by meaningless interaction with hordes of faceless strangers who cared nothing for you. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You were pulled out of your stupor when you felt nimble fingers gently tugging at the loose threads of your favorite worn nightgown. Ah, you knew who those tiny hands belonged to.

“Good morning Eri.” You hummed sweetly, picking the little girl up with a smile.

“Good morning big sister! Happy birthday!” Eri giggled enthusiastically as your heart swelled with affection. The only blessing about being trapped here was becoming familiar with the little angel that was Eri.

The long days that ate away at you sped up and the world regained its vibrant hue when you were with her. Her innocent smile and childish bright eyes filled you with an indescribable joy that had been missing for as long as you could remember.

She was your everything.

“Thank you sweetie, but anymore of these birthdays and I’ll get all wrinkly.” You chuckled as the small girl cupped your cheeks, her crimson eyes scanning your skin with immense precision.

“I don’t see anything!” She concluded with insistence.

You only placed a soft kiss on her nose in response before your chambermaids began fussing with your garments. You set Eri down amongst your numerous pillows and blankets, she quickly pulled one to her chest.

“Has big brother Tamaki said happy birthday to you yet?” She asked softly, there was a painful squeeze that gripped your tightened chest.

You couldn't tell her.

How COULD you tell her?

Tamaki probably wouldn’t even remember your birthday had it not been a public affair.

“You beat everyone to it Eri, you're so fast that no one can tell me before you!” You grinned playfully, which quickly earned you a shy smile from the little girl.

"I'm really happy everyone is going to be together today!" Eri said after a moment, she seemed so excited you couldn't help but mimic her energy.

"Yes, all our friends from all over will be coming! I'm sure they all can't wait to see you!" You hummed as you did your best to help your maids undress you.

"But it's your birthday!" She countered, falling back against the soft bed, her arms stretched out as she spoke. "They'll be more excited to see you!"

"If I were them, it be you I'd be thrilled to see Eri." You chuckled as you watched her.

Her little face bloomed with an embarrassed but flattered blush, her small hands fiddling with the golden seams of the peachy satin pillow that resided in her arms as she thought about your kind words.

"Oh! Are your parents coming?" Eri asked with curiosity. "I'd really like to meet them!"

You stilled for a moment, the chambermaids froze, their fussing coming to a halt at the seemingly innocent question that poked a wound that was far from closed.

"I'm afraid not dear. There's much more urgent matters they must attend to this evening." You sighed, your tone gentle but the severe pain in your words rippled just beneath your annealed glassy façade.

"But..." Eri's face fell as she sat up, the miniscule shift in your steady voice not going unnoticed by her keen ears. "...It's your birthday."

"Aw, don't worry sweetie! I'm already surrounded by lots of my beloved family." You replied with a chipper tone, reaching out patting her head affectionately. You did your best to conceal the waver leftover in your words. "You're here, aren't you?"

The tension in the room began to dissipate as Eri's dazzling smile crept back onto her little face. A silent wave of relief washed over your maids, it was common knowledge among the castle that they were to never bring up your family...but Eri was a child, she didn't know better and it's was not something you spoke about openly anyway.

You didn't want your sour mood to undermine the little angel's excitement, she was so happy for you.

How could you dampen such enthusiasm?

You both continued your idle chatter as your maids finished their ministrations, it had been quite a while since you'd seen Eri after all. Mirio, her guardian and Tamaki's childhood friend had been away on confidential business for months and he had brought Eri with him.

You had begged the man to let her stay in your care while he was away but ultimately... he refused, he always did. Instead insisting she remain in his sight at all times. You did understand why but that didn't stop an Eri sized hole from forming within your heart. Even now, after your party concluded, she would be whisked away for no doubt months yet again.

And your one happiness would go with her.

A swift but polite knock at your bedroom door called your attention away from your thoughts. You sighed internally, knowing you'd have to continue your conversation with Eri later.

"Yes, come in." You summoned.

Tufts of bright blond hair entered your field of vision. His large ever present smile greeting you as Mirio stepped in, a sizable bouquet of pink peonies in hand.

"I should've known this is the first place you'd be, Eri." Mirio laughed as Eri gave him a bashful look. "She's been talking about seeing you nonstop ever since she heard about your birthday."

"I am equally as excited to see her. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about her." You replied sincerely, not missing the look of guilt that crossed Mirio's face.

"Don't worry! I'll be able to come over more soon!" Eri grinned, her eyes darting to her caretaker. "We promised!"

"Is that so?" You questioned, a playful but equally skeptical look dancing across your features as you turned to face the man before you.

"Yea, we'll be returning home shortly after this upcoming week for a while and I've promised Eri that she'll be able to visit you as much as she'd like until we have to leave again." Mirio admitted sheepishly. "But it was supposed to be a surprise, Eri."

"Ah sorry, I forgot." The little girl giggled as she watched an expression of pure joy light up your wide eyes.

You could barely contain yourself as you gathered Eri up in your arms, squeezing her in an almost crushing hug. You found yourself unable to let go, afraid she'd be stolen from you if you dared loosen your grip, even for a moment. Your eyes closed as you held her, the weight of her small form grounding you to the world beneath your feet.

"I couldn't ask for a more amazing surprise." You whispered, burying your face in her soft white hair as she wrapped her small arms around your neck, laughing happily.

Mirio said nothing, choosing instead to watch you with understanding and sad eyes. The immense pain was written all over your body, it always was. From the first time he'd met you to the last time he saw you, he could've sworn you never once smiled at anything other than Eri. Your eyes always seemed distant and empty, filled with resignation and thinly veiled loneliness.

It was hard to witness.

Even more so when he took away the only person that gave you a reason to smile.

…But hopefully this announcement would give you some respite at least for a little while.

"Oh, before I forget-" Mirio started after a moment, offering you the fragrant bouquet with a grin. "Happy birthday Y/N."

"Thank you, Mirio." You said gratefully, a true, genuine smile painted onto your lips as you took the flowers from his outstretched hand. "I'll never forget this."

"I know..." Mirio gave you a gentle nod, his eyes flitting to the girl cradled in your arms protectively.

"..I hate to take Eri from you but we have a couple things to get done before tonight's party." Mirio said tentatively, his voice careful as he relayed the information to you.

"I'm getting a new dress for the party!" Eri squeaked enthusiastically.

"I can't wait to see it darling!" You grinned up at her, tucking a loose strand of stray hair behind her ear before setting her down gently. "I'm sure whatever you choose it'll be beautiful on you!"

"We'll be back as soon as possible." Mirio reassured you, resting a soothing hand on the small of you back. "I promise."

"Thank you Mirio, I really appreciate it." You replied quietly, your gaze still fixed on Eri as she waved to you, heading out with one of your maids to go collect her things.

"I wouldn't have been able to return if it wasn't for Tamaki." The man sighed wistfully. He had promised his best friend he wouldn't say anything but you just had to know, he couldn't keep this from you. "Us being here is all his doing."

"Is it?" You muttered, finally lifting your stare to gaze upon Mirio.

"Yes, he was able to buy us some time with the Commander." He continued after you granted him your full attention. "I honestly have no idea how he did it. He's super amazing, you know."

"Will he be here tonight?" You inquired, moving to set the flowers on your vanity before gesturing for one of your chambermaids to bring a vase.

"He wouldn't miss it." Mirio insisted, watching as you gingerly pulled the peonies from their festive wrapping.

"I'll be sure to speak to him then." You mumbled while you ran your fingers over the soft pink petals, taking in their sweet smell. "It's been a long time since he's been home."

"I know you miss him." Mirio dared to say, his tone light. You paused, staring vacantly at your reflection as your maids hurried out of the room.

"How could I miss a man I don't know?" You huffed, eyes dagger like in appearance as they regarded Mirio with tired annoyance. "I'm surprised he even remembers my birthday."

"He cares about you quite a bit, more than you think he does." The man refuted, not dropping your icy stare.

"Hmm, I'm sure he does, that's why he leaves me here alone for months and never writes." You hissed bitterly before correcting your tone to a more polite one. "Well regardless, he's the reason Eri is here so I do want to make sure to express how thankful I am."

Mirio saw no point in trying to plea his best friend's case, you clearly didn't want to discuss the matter anymore and it's not as if you were completely wrong in your irritation.

Tamaki, though he did try, was never good with his communication and his status dictated him away for long periods of time. Your relationship was strained even before that but the constant distance really seemed to dig at both of you.

Tonight was the first night you'd see each other in over three months and you weren't looking forward to it. Your interactions weren't malicious or cruel but they were sterile and cold, most wouldn't even know you had been sworn to each other for life.

It drained you.

"You should go Mirio, Eri is probably waiting on you." You concluded calmly, breaking the staring match you'd had with the man only moments before. "Thank you again for the flowers, they're beautiful."

"Of course, I'm happy you like them." Mirio finally relented after some time, knowing that there was no use trying to engage you in further conversation. "We'll see you tonight."

He gave you one of his famous signature goofy grins before stepping out, you watched his back as he left, silently wondering if he really would return.

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himevampirechan · 3 years ago

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WEEK OF REVO. DAY 5: // JEALOUSY

For the @week-of-revorevo @week-of-revo

ENJOY!

He felt his heart squeeze as he watched her run desperately towards HIM; the man who moments before had watched her longingly from distance, ran to meet her and, once beside her, took her hand in his with desire.

They both looked away, some embarrassment on their faces. Anzu, HIS Anzu hid her gaze behind her hair.

Timidly, together and without letting go of each other's hands, they walked side by side. Several steps later, they looked up at the same time and were transfixed on each other. He watched as she gently took his hand and placed it shyly on her breast; he (Anzu had said his name was Rudolf), feeling her heart beat, looked at her with such adoration that Atem gritted his teeth in anger.

With a smile, the two began to communicate: Rudolf, with every part of his body vibrating and jumping with happiness at having her close. Anzu watched him from a short distance away, her eyes surprised and her smile shy. Soon in his enthusiasm, the man took her in his arms, lifting her up with devotion and she seemed to receive the gesture with pleasure.

His hands touching her body as if she were paradise herself, her melting under his warmth. No matter how desperate his actions were, their eyes constantly met with tender gazes.

Playfully, Anzu escaped from his arms only to be caught once again; laughing sweetly she hid her face in his shoulder.

The people around sighed in excitement at their flirtation. Atem watched in horror, as the man knelt in front of her and kissed the end of her dress with crushing passion; Anzu's face rose in ecstasy at his clear demonstration of love.

They held each other so tightly and devotedly, one would think they would rather die than be separated. From the back of his throat, Atem let out a growl.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked Yugi's soft voice beside him. Blinking, Atem looked away from the stage and turned his attention back to his friend; The confused look on his friend's face had managed to snap him out of the cloud of jealousy that, until a few seconds ago, he was drowning in.

"Yes" he replied, trying to hide the aggression in his voice. Yugi laughed softly, knowing him all too well.

"Anzu is amazing" Yugi said smiling and pretending not to notice the other's negative emotions in him "I'm so proud of her."

Atem looked at him confused for a few seconds and felt embarrassment wash over him. He had never considered himself a possessive person in his relationship with Anzu, but seeing another man's hands on the body that he had kissed and touched so many times at night, had brought out the worst in him.

As if everything was in slow motion, he saw Yugi stand up in his seat. Atem mimicked him, noticing how loud the crowd sounded as they cheered the dancers after the wonderful show.

Atem turned his attention back to the stage and found, again, the scene of HIS Anzu being embraced by the man: their faces so close that Rudolf could almost steal a kiss. Anzu (Juliet) had escaped Rudolf's (Romeo) grasp and had sprinted up the stairs to the balcony, from where she gazed adoringly at him; stretching out a hand in a gesture that showed that the distance between them hurt her physically.

Amidst applause, the stage curtains fell; the people giving a standing ovation to the performance. Yugi tried to say something else to Atem but, from behind the curtains, both dancers appeared. The audience erupted in applause and praise at their arrival.

Atem managed to see Anzu raise her face to stare at him: She looked beautiful, with her hair in a traditional updo, the light white dress and her skin glistening with sweat from the effort given during her first Solo/Duet.

Noticing that he saw her, Anzu curtsied with a smile and without taking her eyes off his. Once she straightened up (with Rudolf's help) she blew a kiss into the air in his direction; Atem felt his heart race.

The mocking and excited exclamations of his friends were not long in coming; the squeals and howls that Jounnochi and Honda were making managed to elicit laughter from the people in the audience. Atem rolled his eyes at his friends' taunts; smiling, much calmer, he blew her a kiss as well. With satisfaction he noticed Anzu's cheeks turn red, in a blush that had nothing to do with her dancing.

They both gazed adoringly at each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. Communicating with their eyes, they made promises to each other; promises of loving caresses and passionate kisses, shared in the privacy of their flat at the end of the performance.

Inspired by: "Balcony Scene" from Act II of Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet with Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn.

#weekofrevo #atemxanzu #revolutionshipping #anzu mazaki #yami yugi #tea gardner #yugioh atem #ballet dancer #margot fonteyn #rudolf nureyev #romeo and juliet

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 4 years ago

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A-Z SFW Alphabet | Issei Matsukawa

Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings/contents: Lot’s of fluff and fluffy headcanons, mild language in some

Notes: I meant to post this yesterday, but I’ve been having a lot of wisdom tooth pain and I just ended up going to sleep. So instead, here we have Matsukawa today! I hope you like this. Much like with Kaashi lately, I’m kind of in a Matsukawa mood right now 😫 I just know this man, as teasing of an asshole as he would be, has such a pure way of loving 😔

If you would like to see my growing list of other Haikyuu boys whenever I add them, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist!

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A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

Matsukawa is very affectionate. He’s not very distant, and might even be a bit clingy. He likes to sit between your legs on the sofa and have you play with his hair, but he also likes when you sit between his legs and he can wrap his arms around you, holding you close and pressing little kisses to the back of your neck and your head while you cuddle. Every day when Matsukawa gets home from work, he wants to hug you

B = Beauty (what do they admire the most about you?)

The thing that Matsukawa adores the most about you is your passion. Not even in purely a physical way, but if it’s in a new show you’re watching, if you’re working on a drawing, a painting, work, even history. Even if he doesn’t understand anything about the subject, he loves listening to you talk about it. Honestly, he could sit with you for hours, looking adoringly at you while you talk and that sparkle comes back to your pretty eyes that he loves to see light up

C = Cuddles and hugs (how do they cuddle? what about hugs?)

Matsukawa loves to cuddle. In fact, he loves being the little spoon. As much as he loves holding you, he likes to be held back just as much. Especially if you were to come up behind him, wrap your arms around him, and bury your face against his back. He thinks it’s adorable and he smiles every single time. He especially loves to lay back against you on the sofa while the two of you watch tv, his head on your chest and your hand in his hair

At night, as much as Matsukawa loves it when you hold him, he is always the big spoon. He’ll wrap his arms tight around you, curl up behind you, slide his hand beneath your shirt, and hold you close. He’ll pepper a few kisses to the back of your neck, sweetly telling you that he loves you and hopes that you sleep well. He falls asleep pretty fast, his face buried into your shoulder and softly snoring while he holds you close to his chest all night

He has always been a hugger. He likes to walk up behind you while you’re finishing the dishes or you’re folding laundry, wrap his arms around your waist, and bury his face against your neck. He’ll press a little kiss to your neck, talk to you for a minute, gently sway you in his arms, and end up helping you finish whatever it was that you were doing whenever he’s finished holding you. He really likes how you lean back against him and he can sometimes feel you smiling when you press your head against his. Every night when he gets home, Matsukawa likes to hug you. He’ll wrap his arms around you, bring you up into his arms, and give you a firm squeeze, telling you that he missed you and asking how your day has been. Afterwards, it’s cuddling time

D = Date (how was the first date? what are dates with them like?)

Your first date with Matsukawa was a lot of fun. He took you to a little café that he likes to go to when he needs to get out of the house; he’d bought your coffee and you bought the snacks for the two of you, and you sat by the window at the front of the store, talking about whatever came to mind and asking about each others interests to see if anything clicked. He was asking you different places you wanted to see and different things he was into to see if it might strike some interest and make you say yes to a second date

Dates with Matsukawa now are just as fun, loving, and entertaining, though he usually takes you to fancier restaurants now. The two of you dress up, get some delicious food, and he’ll take you on a walk around the strip wherever you went to eat. He likes to stargaze with you as well, so often times after dinner the two of you will get in the car and go to a park so you can watch the sky and he gets to see that cute smile on your face as you identify the same constellations for the millionth time. And if you were knowledgable on stars, he would listen to the same facts a million times over because he loves how brightly you smile when he asks you questions about things you know and are interested in

E = Emotion (is it easy for them to express their emotions in front of you?)

It isn’t that he doesn’t like talking to you or he doesn’t trust you, but often times Matsukawa feels as if he shouldn’t be bothered by certain things, and he tends to hide how upset he is about some things— especially if it didn’t concern you. He struggles expressing when he’s really stressed out purely because he feels as if it was inadequate and he would much rather hear you talk about your day than bother you with small things from his. However, if he needed to talk, he would trust you and he would ask if he could get some things off his chest, only then letting you know just how much stress he puts himself under for certain things

F = Feelings (when did they know they were in love with you?)

Honestly, he knew right away that he was in love with you, but he realized how deep he was in when the two of you were hanging out with makki. You were all at your house, you were laughing with the other boy, tossing pieces of popcorn at him when he made jokes at your expense to earn an eye roll from you. He realized that night that things were different. Your laugh seemed cuter, your smile seemed prettier, your eyes had pulled him in more than they had before. He wanted to smile purely because you were smiling, and that’s when it hit him that he was this madly in love with you

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Matsukawa doesn’t treat you like you’re breakable, but he isn’t rough with you. His words and touch is soft, but his fingers are strong and he can curl them a bit too roughly against your ribs as he’s tickling you. He will also tease you until you’re driven up the walls in annoyance some days

H = Hands (how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s always loved to hold hands with you. He likes comparing hand sizes with you and teasing you if your hands are so much smaller than his are. All teasing aside, he does purely love to hold hands. He likes to keep you close by the hand whenever the two of you are out in public, he likes to hold your hand in his sleep, and he likes to hold your hand on the sofa while he traces little patterns along the palm or back of your hand. Matsukawa would bring your hand up to his mouth and press a kiss to your palm every now and then, always flustering you when he does it

I = "I love you" (who said it first? and how? do they say it often?)

You had said it first. Matsukawa was so unbelievably happy that you said it that night that he’d had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t having a realistic dream. You were sitting on the sofa together, his arm around you and you curled into his side. And while he knew that you weren’t getting bored of him, the reassurance was nice, and when you played with his fingers and softly whispered that you loved him, it had made him smile so wide it nearly hurt his cheeks as he looked down at you and kissed you before telling you that he loved you back

Matsukawa tells you that he loves you several times throughout the day. Whether it be when he leaves for work in the morning, before the two of you fall asleep together at night, every single time he gets off the phone with you, or a quick text to let you know he misses you, he never fails to tell you that he loves you. He makes damn sure you know that he adores the hell out of you

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they act when they're jealous?)

He does get jealous, but only with certain people and certain things. Matsukawa isn’t a very jealous person, and he trust you 110%, but there are certain people like your ex who’s always wanted you back and exceptionally attractive strangers that he’s a bit more cautious with. Not because he worries that you’re going to leave him, but because he knows that they’re going to flirt with you and he can’t help the way his eyebrow twitches in annoyance when your ex keeps trying to get back with you

K = Kiss (how do they kiss? who initiated the first kiss?)

Matsukawa had initiated the first kiss. The two of you had gone out on a couple dates, but nothing was official yet. You were hanging out as friends, only being a bit more romantic. Cuddling closer on the sofa, giving the man a kiss on the cheek every now and then, holding hands, going out to restaurants for a date, etc., and he had decided that he wanted to be more than just friends who were flirting, and decided to take a chance. That night Makki had crashed your date, but he passed out on the sofa around 10 o’clock at night. While the man was sleeping, Matsukawa had followed you into the kitchen, talking to you for a few minutes before he asked you if you would be his girlfriend. When you said yes, he leaned in and asked if he could also kiss you. After you’d said yes to that as well, he had a smile on his face for days

When he kisses you, Matsukawa’s kisses are very sweet. They aren’t too hard, but they aren’t too soft either. He cups your face, his soft lips pressing against yours and always leaving your stomach filled with butterflies and wanting more of his sweet kisses. Thankfully for you, he likes to spend hours making out with you, even if the two of you aren’t going to do anything more than just kiss

L = Love (how do they show you that they love you? what is their love language?)

He shows that he loves you through little gifts. Nothing too big and expensive, but through small things he sees you eyeing sometimes, things he sees and he thinks you’d like, buying you food and bringing it back home to you to surprise you instead of making dinner, or just simply taking you to the store with him and buying a little something extra just because he knows you like it and he gets to see how excited you get. Most of your fun blankets and pillows are small gifts from him that he’s seen because he knows how much you like comfortable little things like that M = Memory (what is their favorite memory with you?)

One of Matsukawa’s favorite memories with you is a night that the two of you were slow dancing in the kitchen after midnight. You were both awake, sleep deprived, and hungry. So, around 1 in the morning, you both decided that since you couldn’t sleep, you might as well make brownies. After getting them in the oven, the two of you were talking for a little bit. He had brought you into a little hug as you tiredly buried your nose into his chest. He started to gently sway you in his arms, and somehow it had turned into more of a slow dance as he asked you to softly sing him something. You ended up not even eating the brownies after taking them out of the oven because you both got tired and fell asleep together on the sofa while the brownies cooled

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

After a long day at work, Matsukawa likes to come home and pester you. Following you around close by the heel and poking your shoulder, picking you up and carrying you around with him just so that he can kiss your face whenever he sits you down on the counter to start dinner, laughing at your mild annoyance when he’s constantly teasing you, and sneaking between your legs while you’re sitting on the counter so that he can pepper little kisses around your face

O = On cloud nine (how do they act when they are in love? how do they express their feelings?)

Now that he’s with you, Matsukawa enjoys the little things more. He takes time to stop and smell the roses unlike before. He’s still his normal teasing self, but he’s lighter. He’s happier, because even when things aren’t so bad, he has you to come home to. He expresses a lot of his love to you by snuggling up with you. He likes to get you things, sure, but what he loves the most is holding you in his arms and knowing that you’ll never have to doubt his love for you

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

Matsukawa calls you “Baby” and “Baby girl” more than anything else, however “Baby girl” has always been his favorite. Occasionally he might call you “My love” if he was answering a question you asked him, but for the most part he likes to press a kiss to your head and whisper a quiet: “I missed you, baby girl” after he’s done in the shower after work Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget things?)

He remembers small details after the second or third time that you tell him things. He focuses his energy on learning the little things about you so that you know he cares, but he doesn’t always remember everything the very first time. However, there are things he remembers easily the first time around, like things you’re allergic to or things that you really love, and he never forgets those

R = Rainy day (what do they like to do with you on a rainy day?)

Sitting by the windows and cuddling, watching the rain fall while you both drink a hot chocolate, tea, or coffee. Baking something new and snacking on it by the window while you laugh at each other, playing board games and inviting Makki over for a movie night, taking a nap together while it pours outside, you laying on his chest while his hands gently trailing along your spine over your shirt in a soothing way until one of you fall asleep first. Making out while it storms heavily and sometimes doing more

S = Sympathy (how do they comfort you? how do they like being comforted?)

If you’re needing emotional comfort, Matsukawa has you covered. He’s an amazing shoulder to cry on, always having a nice comforting word to help you out with. He could listen to you rant for hours if you needed, his arm gently wrapped around you and softly rubbing your shoulder while you talked about whatever it was that was on your mind. If you wanted a distraction then he would get you out of the house, maybe just to go on a drive, maybe to go to a restaurant and get some food, maybe to get something to drink— he’d do anything he could to help soothe your mind

Whenever he decides to talk to you about what was going on in his mind, something that has never failed to soothe Matsukawa was a long hug from you. Whether you’re sitting on the counter, wrapping your legs around him while he buries his nose against your shoulder, you’re in bed and you spoon him from behind, pressing little kisses to the back of his neck and making him involuntarily smile, or you’re sitting on the sofa and he sits between your legs, the back of his head pressed against your chest while you play with his hair. Being held by you had some sort of magical healing factor for Matsukawa

T = Time (how do they like spending time with you?)

Matsukawa likes to do nearly anything with you. He just likes being with you, whether the two of you go shopping because you have errands you need to run and he’s off work on a weekday, you’re curled up on the sofa reading with his head on your lap while it rains outside, or even if you’re laying together just talking in bed late into the night, knowing you’re both going to be tired all day tomorrow but neither of you caring because you get to just hold each other, fingers locked together, occasionally playing a calm game of thumb-wars and just taking a breather to relax in each others presence, he just loves being around you

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

After a long day at work, Matsukawa likes to shower. Preferably with you. Not even always in a sexual way, but just you being there. Warm water, bodies pressed together innocently even as your both naked, washing each others hair, splashing each other, and afterwards going to make dinner together. It’s always been the simple things in life that Matsukawa enjoys so much with you, but he can’t help himself. A hug and a warm shower with you is simply all he needs after a stressful day to feel relieved again V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Looks aren’t really all that important to Matsukawa. He’s never deemed himself anything more based off of how many girls liked him in high school, and he’s never deemed himself less because of anything anyone ever said. He thinks he’s attractive, you think he’s attractive, and that’s all that really matters to him. He takes care of himself for himself and you, simple as that

W = Waking up (what are they like when they wake up next to you?)

If he could, he would stay in bed with you forever. Matsukawa never wants to get out of bed, even though he has to go to work. A lot of mornings, you have to force this man off of you so that you can both go to the bathroom and start to get ready. Sometimes coaxing him with a shower together will get him up, but on the weekends it’s nearly impossible to get the man off of you. Sometimes promised chocolate chip pancakes work, sometimes they don’t

X = X-ray (how does the relationship look from an outside perspective compared to how it really is?)

A lot of people are extremely jealous of your relationship with Matsukawa. Sure, things are not perfect and there’s never been an illusion that the two of you don’t butt heads sometimes, but at the end of the day, the way that the two of you love each other is enough to make people jealous. There’s an insane amount of respect and trust in your relationship, and to top it all off, the way that Matsukawa loves you is so pure. He can be horny as hell sometimes, but he’s never made you feel like you were a sexual object before you were a person to him, and a lot of people don’t experience that same love. Then again, some people make jokes about how Matsukawa is merely whipped for you, especially Makki. He’s always teasing the man for doing nearly everything for you, but what could Matsukawa say, he loved you, and if it would make you smile, he would do it

Y = Yes (do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He actually already has a ring. He bought it a few months back, and he thinks that the right time is coming up soon. He’s planning to ask you to marry him when the two of you are out on a dinner date, though he knows you’d rather have a bit of privacy so he’s planning on asking you to marry him while the two of you are at a Koi pond you’ve always loved to visit at a park. You like to watch the fish and stars, and he figured that while you were distracted, he would get down on his knees and ask

Z = Zzz (how do they sleep with you?) while usually he doesn’t have much trouble, it can occasionally take Matsukawa a little while to fall asleep, but truth be told, he can really only sleep well if you’re there with him. He tosses and turns without you, wakes up with his neck in an uncomfortable position and a pillow tight in his arms where your body is absent. He hates when you’re away from him because one of his favorite things to do is hold your hand while he’s sleeping, and having you soothe him with your voice never fails to make him knock out fast

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The Perfect Pet

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader AU

A/N: This could be considered a part two to You Cat to be Kitten Me, but you could totally read this without having read the other. I’ll just link the other fic in case you’re interested (LINK). Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 3,454

Shinobu knew when she had let herself be dragged to the animal shelter by (Y/n) that it wasn’t going to be a simple visit. ‘Just to look,’ they had promised, but now, here Shinobu was watching (Y/n) stare up at her from their crouched position on the floor as they rubbed the puppy’s belly with hopeful eyes.

“No.” Shinobu said, not unkindly.

“I didn’t even say anything yet.” (Y/n) pouted in return, scratching the soft puppy’s furry neck.

“It’s written all over your face. We are not getting a dog, (Y/n).” Shinobu hated to tell them no, but she really couldn’t stand such furry animals.

“How about a cat?” (Y/n) asked, looking just as hopeful.

“No.”

“A bunny.”

“No.”

“A ferret.”

“No.”

“A—“

“(Y/n), we’ve talked about this. I’m not living under the same roof as some slobbery, wiggly, furry beast. If you want to play with an animal so badly, you can always visit Mitsuri’s cat, or her new rabbit too for that matter. Is that what brought this on?”

“A little,” (Y/n) stood up, forgoing eye contact with Shinobu to scan the rows of animals.

“A little, hm?” Shinobu crossed her arms, “and whatever else could possibly be at play?”

“It’s nothing,” (Y/n) shook their head, “want to grab lunch now?”

Shinobu tilted her head and gave (Y/n) a questioning look. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t nothing. Still, she wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of this stuffy room and wash her hands. She could question them about it later.

“Lunch sounds wonderful.” She smiled, looping (Y/n)’s arm with her own.

They waved at the volunteers and thanked them before heading out of the shelter and back to their car. They drove to one of their favorite spots with outdoor seating that overlooked the river, talking casually and laughing together while they waited for their food to arrive.

“You remember I have been invited to be a guest speaker at Kyoto University next week, right?” Shinobu had asked between bites.

“Yeah, why? Is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing is wrong per se, I was also asked just recently if I could stay a few days more to oversee a new experiment. You don’t mind do you?”

“Of course I don’t mind, dear. I love how passionate you get about new projects. I hope you have fun.” (Y/n) smiled, though something seemed a bit forced about it from Shinobu’s perspective.

“Are you sure? I haven’t committed to it yet.” Shinobu tested.

“I’m sure, really. Why are you giving me that look?”

“What look?”

“The worried, suspicious kind of look.”

“It’s just that you have seemed kind of out of it since we left the animal shelter. You said it was nothing, but I’m not quite sure that’s true.”

“Shinobu, it’s fine, really,” (Y/n) assured as they paid for the meal, “do you want to go on the river walk trail before we head home or...?”

“What I’d really like to do is find out what’s bothering you.” Shinobu grumbled. Nevertheless, she took (Y/n) by the hand and led them down the path.

Plenty of people were out, enjoying the warmth the sun had to offer. Of course that meant a lot of people were out with their dogs as well. Shinobu took to using (Y/n) as a barrier whenever a dog veered too close to her, sniffing them with wagging tails. (Y/n) was all too happy to intercept the furry canines that they came across.

“This path should really be wider...” Shinobu would mumble, tugging (Y/n) along so they wouldn’t dwell for long.

“We’re almost back to the car. You’ll be okay, I’ll protect you.” (Y/n) teased, staring at Shinobu adoringly. Their hand was squeezed tightly while someone with a big St Bernard passed them by, its tail brushed against Shinobu’s thigh, making her shudder.

Shinobu heaved a huge sigh of relief when they got back into the car. As (Y/n) drove, Shinobu rolled down the window to send any little hair she found on her pants flying out on the wind.

“So, today was fun, right?” (Y/n) asked tentatively while taking the last turn to their house.

“Today was, something.” Shinobu shrugged. Yet she smiled sweetly and patted (Y/n)’s leg. “But any day I get to spend with you is a good day.”

“Aww, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple made the safe return to their house and lazed about for the rest of the day. When dinner came around they cooked together, spinning, teasing and brimming with cheer all the while. It was after they had gotten ready for bed and (Y/n) flopped into the covers beside Shinobu that the doctor decided to try her luck again.

“So what was on your mind today?” Shinobu asked while she turned on her side to observe her partner.

“You’re still on that?” (Y/n) poked Shinobu in the ribs, “let it go.”

“No, I want to know what’s wrong. I’m leaving for Kyoto soon and I want to get this all sorted out so it doesn’t fester while we’re apart. No matter how small a matter you think it is, anything that concerns you matters to me.” Shinobu spoke seriously.

(Y/n) was ready to deny Shinobu again up until she loomed above them on the bed with such stern eyes.

“I just miss you, you know. I guess I get kind of lonely when you’re away.” (Y/n) admitted.

“I miss you too. We always find time to text and facetime, that helps doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does. The house though, it just feels empty without you. Of course I’ve got work to do too, but when I’m done and you’re not around, I just feel kind of sad.”

“You could always invite my sisters over, you all get along so well and Mitsuri and Iguro or any of our other friends and family.” Shinobu suggested, mildly upset with herself for not noticing sooner.

“I have before, but I can’t commandeer everyone’s plans every time you’re gone for an extended period of time. You don’t have to worry though, I find ways to keep myself busy.” (Y/n) said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

“I won’t stay the extra days, I’ll email the professors right now.” Shinobu moved to get out of bed but (Y/n) pushed her back down and held her in place.

“No need for that. I don’t want you to skip out on opportunities to grow your research for me. See, this is why I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“This is why you took me to the animal shelter, isn’t it? So you had something to keep you company whenever I’m away.” Shinobu asked despite already knowing the answer.

“I’ll admit that was kind of the idea. I just wanted to see if anything would catch your eye, but I didn’t keep any unrealistic expectations. I knew you wouldn’t like anything furry. I was kind of hoping to find a hairless cat or something.”

“(Y/n), you should have told me. I would have—“

“You would have settled on something just to make me happy. I wanted to find something we’d both like.” (Y/n) rested their head on the pillow just above Shinobu’s shoulder and nuzzled it with their nose, looping an arm over Shinobu they sighed pleasantly, “It’s really okay. I’d let you know if I thought otherwise. Good night, love you.”

“Love you.” Shinobu smiled, resting her head atop (Y/n)’s.

While (Y/n)’s breathing slowed and they drifted off into unconsciousness, Shinobu was wide awake. She gently drummed her fingers over (Y/n)’s side while she searched her mind for a solution that would leave them both satisfied. Shinobu had raised fish for a time, but you couldn’t really pick them up or interact with them like one would a more traditional pet.

Shinobu slowly scooted to lay upright against the headboard and took her phone off the charger, turning down the brightness a bit when the harsh light hit her eyes. She typed the shelter into her search bar and navigated through the site, trying to imagine herself getting along with any of the animals and failing miserably.

She was about to give up and go to sleep when curiosity got the best of her and she clicked the tag marked ‘miscellaneous’. She hadn’t realized the shelter cared for such unusual animals. Shinobu smiled down at her partner sleeping in oblivious bliss. Maybe this could work out after all.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke up to the smell of breakfast and lazily swiped their arm over the bed, searching in vain for the warmth of a body they knew couldn’t be there. With a tired whine, they resigned themself to getting up and stumbled into the kitchen.

“You’re up early.” (Y/n) yawned before giving Shinobu a quick peck on the cheek. “Something wrong at the pharmacy? The clinic? Leaving for Kyoto early?”

“Must there be something wrong in order for me to get up early?” Shinobu asked. To tell the truth, she hadn’t slept much at all; she was too busy researching to do so.

“No, it’s just that you prefer to sleep in when you don’t have plans.” (Y/n) said, moving to sit on top of the kitchen island.

“Oh, but I do have plans.” Shinobu cryptically corrected, standing between (Y/n)’s legs.

“You do, do you?” (Y/n) smiled, “do these plans involve me at all by chance?”

“In fact, they do.” Shinobu kissed (Y/n) before stepping back a bit to look them in the eyes. “So eat your breakfast and get dressed so we can head out.”

“Head out? Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

(Y/n) and Shinobu finished their breakfast, showered and got dressed. Shinobu started up the car and they went off on their way. (Y/n) asked her a few more times for even just a hint but Shinobu simply smirked, holding a finger to her sealed lips.

She couldn’t keep the secret forever however, especially not after (Y/n) realized what road they just turned on.

“Shinobu, what are you doing?”

“Just trust me.”

“I trust you, but what are we doing back at the shelter?”

“Come with me and you’ll see.” Shinobu said, already getting out of the car.

(Y/n) unbuckled their seatbelt and quickly followed behind their partner, wondering just what idea could have gotten into Shinobu’s head. They managed to catch up to her just as she greeted the volunteer working the front desk.

“Good morning, we’re here to see Puppy.”

(Y/n) gave Shinobu a weird look, but the doctor didn’t pay them much mind as the volunteer answered after a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes as well.

“Really? That’s wonderful! Come follow me to the back.” The young man said.

While the couple followed the volunteer to the back of the shelter, (Y/n) tried to figure out how they were going to dissuade Shinobu from picking out a dog just to please them. Shinobu couldn’t even remember to speak properly when thinking about it. I mean, ‘we’re here to see puppy’? Really? Not a puppy or the puppies just, puppy. She was really just going through the motions, wasn’t she?

“She’s right in there. She has her own little set up and everything. Poor thing was surrendered to us after her owner died of old age, but she seems to be adjusting well. Serve her up a nice big platter of salad and she’ll never forget it.” The jolly volunteer disclosed.

The previous owner died, had they? That was so sad. (Y/n) frowned at the thought. The salad comment got to them however. What kind of dog would want a salad of all things?

“May we go in?” Shinobu asked.

“Sure. Let me know if you’ve got any questions. I’ll be back at the desk if you need me.” The helpful man said before making his way back down the hall.

Shinobu wasted no time in gently pulling the door open and taking a step inside, much to (Y/n)’s surprise. Shinobu ducked her head back out and motioned (Y/n) forward with a curl of her finger. (Y/n) was so confused. Shinobu looked genuinely excited to show her this particular puppy. With a slight delay, (Y/n) followed her in and looked for the dog that had somehow managed to win over their Shinobu’s heart. Their eyes roamed around the room for a moment, they blinked, and nearly broke their neck with the force they used to turn their head back to the shape that had caught their eye.

“No way.” They breathed out.

“What do you think?” Shinobu asked, moving to crouch beside the large tortoise.

“That, that’s not a puppy.” (Y/n) stated dumbly, too shocked to say much else.

“Her name is Puppy. She’s a Sulcata, or an African Spurred Tortoise. Cute, isn’t she?” Shinobu softly stroke the tortoise’s head with her finger.

“She’s massive.” (Y/n) blinked. Perhaps they were still sleeping and this was all just a dream.

“Yes, the biography they had on the website said she’s a little over one-hundred-twenty pounds. She shouldn’t grow much more if at all though, she’s well over eighty years old. Your previous caretaker took really good care of you, huh?” Shinobu said, patting Puppy’s carapace as the giant reptile slowly scooted away.

“Eighty years... Shinobu, are you suggesting we adopt this grandma of a turtle?” (Y/n) watched attentively as Puppy scooted across the floor.

“Tortoise, (Y/n). And yes, I am. She may have more years than the two of us combined, but she could very easily live another sixty years with the proper care and attention.”

“Are we even equipped to give her that? I don’t think we could even pick her up? Like, how would we even get her home and where would we put her?”

“If we decide to adopt her, there plenty of ways to safely transport her. We can set up an enclosure in the back yard and let her roam around the house. We’ll have to keep an eye on her of course, but I’ve heard she’s quite well behaved.”

(Y/n) stared at Shinobu with awe. Never would they have thought Shinobu would speak so passionately about such an unusual animal unless it cultivated its own poison or was some kind of insect. They shook their head and smiled.

“You know,” they said, crouching down to stroke Puppy’s scaly leg, “an actual dog would be easier to take care of, relatively speaking.”

“Do you not like the idea?” Shinobu asked.

“Oh no, I was just wondering if we get divorced when we’re like, eighty, who gets Puppy?” (Y/n) laughed and rubbed their arm, Shinobu had punched it a little harder than she had meant to.

They took some time to get to know Puppy, feeding her some leafy greens from her veggie platter and petting her carapace. It didn’t take long for them to become completely enamored with the old gal.

They met up with the man at the front desk again and filled out an adoption form. It would take a couple days to be processed but Puppy was as good as theirs. They quickly made their way back home to continue their research and completed all the preparations to make the house and yard tortoise friendly.

A couple days later, and the adoption went through. The couple was elated and rushed to pick up the new addition of their family and bring her home. It was a bit tricky, but they made it without any complications.

They let Puppy settle in and explore the yard enclosure first before slowly guiding her to the house with collard greens and cabbage. As they sat in the middle of their living room with the foot and a half long tortoise, Shinobu found herself wishing she could just cancel her Kyoto trip altogether.

“This was a terrible idea. Now I never want to leave the house.” She sighed.

“Aww, it’s like Puppy is your baby. Your very old baby.” (Y/n) said, feeding Puppy another leaf.

“We never did discuss if we were going to give her a new name.” Shinobu thought suddenly. “Any thoughts?”

“Nah, I like Puppy. It’s cute. Besides, she’s had that name for almost a century, it doesn’t seem right to change it now.”

“Yeah, I can agree with that sentiment.” Shinobu nodded.

“You just want to tell Kanae we got a puppy and watch her face change as she realizes the truth, don’t you?”

“Perhaps.” Shinobu smiled mischievously.

***

When it came time for Shinobu to leave for Kyoto, she hugged (Y/n) close and kissed them sweetly.

“I’ll miss you.” She softly proclaimed.

“I’ll miss you too. I think Puppy will too.” (Y/n) said, looking down to watch Puppy step up to Shinobu’s foot. Most likely she was looking for a snack.

“I’ll miss you too, sweet girl!” Shinobu hummed, couching down to give Puppy a quick rubdown. “You and (Y/n) take good care of each other while I’m gone, okay?”

Puppy closed her eyes, enjoying the attention Shinobu gave. Shinobu returned to her full height and gave (Y/n) another kiss before grabbing her travel bag and heading for the front door. Before she was fully out of the house, she turned back and smiled at (Y/n).

“I almost forgot to tell you. I texted Kanae about Puppy. Expect her sometime today, she can’t wait to meet her,” Shinobu waved her phone at (Y/n), “try to catch her reaction and send it to me. I really wish I held off on telling her until after I got back.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Be safe.” (Y/n) waved in return, already well aware of what Shinobu had in mind for her unsuspecting sister.

“I will. I’ll call you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you,” (Y/n) watched Shinobu leave before looking back down at Puppy. “Come on, Puppy. Let’s go outside.”

They led Puppy to the backyard with some cabbage and set her up with some hay and other enrichment materials. It was maybe an hour later when (Y/n) heard movement from inside the house. Instead of panicking, they remembered what Shinobu had said and got their phone ready. Just as they hit record, Kanae slid the back door open and jogged over to (Y/n) with Kanao calmly closing the door behind her. Apparently Kanae had convinced her to tag along.

“I can’t believe you actually convinced her to get a puppy! How did you do it?” Kanae started in on (Y/n) immediately. “Where is the puppy? Shinobu wouldn’t send me any pictures.”

“Well...”

“...That’s not a puppy.”

(Y/n) and Kanae turned to Kanao who was staring down at Puppy as she snapped at some hay. (Y/n) turned their phone back just in time to catch Kanae’s double take and the journey of her expression from disbelief to acceptance.

“I should have known it wasn’t that simple!” She groaned, “(Y/n), what did you two do?”

“We got a sulcata tortoise from the animal shelter. Her name is Puppy,” (Y/n) noticed how mesmerized Kanao was by the reptile and grinned, “she’s really gentle, you can feed her some greens from that bucket if you’d like, Kanao.”

Kanao nodded, taking a big, leafy bok choy and offering it to the tortoise with bright, attentive eyes. The youngest sister did not seem the least bit disappointed by Shinobu’s farce.

“I can’t believe her! I should have seen this coming, Shinobu has detested furry things all her life, but this is like a literal dinosaur!” Kanae sighed and shook her head, “She really got me good.”

A moment later, and the eldest Kochou sibling realized (Y/n) had recorded the whole encounter.

“(Y/n), don’t send that! Don’t give her the satisfaction!” Kanae pouted, reaching for the phone.

“I’m sorry! She asked me to before she left.”

“You don’t need to do all of your partner’s dirty work. Come on, please?”

“Already sent.” (Y/n) said, a sympathetic smile tugged at their lips.

Kanae frowned and narrowed her eyes, reminding (Y/n) heavily of Shinobu. It was a look (Y/n) seldom saw on the usually cheery woman.

“Fine then. I’m going to pet that tortoise now, hopefully she’s more well mannered than her caretakers.” Kanae turned her nose up on (Y/n) and joined Kanao in gently patting Puppy.

(Y/n)’s phone buzzed and they looked down, Shinobu had answered quickly it seemed. A simple, ‘yes!’ with a couple variants of laughing emojis. But another message soon followed reading, ‘When I come back, we’re getting Mitsuri next.’

(Y/n) exhaled an amused sound and prepared themself for Shinobu to come back from her trip. They knew that once she returned, Shinobu would continue to pull the same joke about Puppy to all their friends and family until no one remained unaware.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer oneshots #kny x reader #kny oneshots #shinobu kochou #shinobu kocho #shinobu x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu kocho x reader

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lilxberry · 5 years ago

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Five Minutes - Daniel LaRusso(1984)*

Warnings: SMUT. Teeny bit of language. Fluff. The ruining of some leather car seats *WINK WONK* (You should at least be at legal consenting age to read)

Words: 1716

Pairing: (1984) Daniel LaRusso x Reader

(A/N: Honestly, I kinda over estimated when I would get the two long fics in my drafts posted. I’m struggling to create good endings that I actually like for and I don’t wanna post something that’s half-arsed. So, I hope some good ol’ Karate Kid smut will make up for the lack of fics.)

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You crouched low as you entered the backyard of Miyagis’ home where he trained Daniel, ready to stealthily attack said boy as he continued with the chores the sensei had given his young student. As you got closer, you noted the lack of Mister Miyagis’ presence, perfect for complete silence. You swiftly ran the last few steps and pounced on to his back, eliciting a loud yelp from Danny.

You dropped back down on to your own two feet and clutched your stomach as you threw your upper body backwards in laughter. “Really, Y/N?! You scared the crap out of me!”

“Oh, I’m sowwy. Baby wanna hug?” You cooed in a child-like voice, sticking your bottom lip out as you raised your arms and made grabby hands towards your boyfriend.

He slapped your arm away gently and began to pout. “Shut up.”

You grinned as you walked closer and closer until you could raise up on to your tip toes and kiss his cheek. He tried to fight off the smile that surely began to break out on to his face but he had quickly lost that battle as he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, bringing you close to his chest and placing a gentle kiss upon your hairline.

“We need to put a bell on you.”

You released an airy giggle as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and began to litter his neck with soft, feather-like kisses. His hold around you had tighten the slightest bit as he pulled you back to look at your undeniably adorable, his words, and now confused face. “Not here, princess.”

You groaned as you pulled away and perched yourself on the edge of the decking. “Then hurry up, man!”

Daniel laughed at your needy behaviour and shook his head adoringly at your antics. “Alright, alright, give me five minutes.”

You huffed as you flopped back onto the decking, facing the sky and watching the clouds drift by in the barely ever-present L.A. breeze. ‘This is gonna be the longest five minutes EVER.’

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It had been roughly 15 minutes since Daniel had finished up, left Mr. Miyagi a quick note and dragged you to his 1948 Ford Super DeLuxe Club convertible. You soon found yourselves parked atop a cliff that overlooked a beautiful section of the beach that seemed to be relatively quiet on this calm and serene night.

You sat there, back leant up against Daniels body with his arm draped around you as you played with his fingers. You lazily smiled as the music emitting from the stunning pale-yellow car.

“Hey.” Daniel whispered, disturbing the peacefulness that had surround you both. You leant your head backwards on to his shoulder to peer up at him.

“Hmm?”

“I was uh-I was wondering, as much as I love doing this, if we were going to continue what you wanted to kick off earlier?” His face broke out in a devious smile but fell in the slightest at your response.

“Hmm, I dunno, kinda not in the mood now.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s fine. We can do it another time…” He trailed off as he slouched back into his seat once again. You giggled as you sat up and turned your body to face him. You rolled your eyes and poked at his chest.

“I’m kidding, you donut.” His face soon broke out into a huge grin as he sat up straight with extreme eagerness. You released a short burst of laughter before leaning in, Daniel following suit. Your lips soon met in a soft kiss, moving together slowly in harmonious synchronisation. You moulded together perfectly, two puzzle pieces slotting together in a natural motion.

The kiss had soon turned heated, Daniel brining your right leg over his to straddle him in the seat, your arms wrapped around his neck whilst his gripped as your waist roughly, fingers slightly digging into your now exposed flesh as your shirt had rode up your torso ever so slightly. You began to fervently ground your hips into his, your now dampened core rubbing against his prominent bulge.

You two had broken the kiss, panting heavily as your breaths mixed together. Daniel rested his forehead against yours and looked deeply into your eyes. “Are you sure you wan-“

You swiftly cut him off with a passionate and lust filled kiss. “I’m sure.”

With that, Daniel gave a curt nod before lifting you up and placing you gently beside him. He proceeded to unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper, exposing the crotch of his underwear. Following his example, you leant back across the seats and began to take off your denim shorts. Once your own button and zipper had been undone, you raised your lower body off the cool leather seat and slipped the material off of your legs, shimmying out of your shorts, leaving you in your silky fabric panties.

You climbed over to straddle Daniel once more, placing one hand between the both of you and began to palm him through his underwear as you crashed your lips together. A guttural moan suppressed by your mouth left Daniel.

He lightly tapped the back of your thighs, signifying to raise yourself up slightly. You did as instructed and your hand left it’s place on his clothed dick. Daniel slowly lowered his pants and soon his erection was exposed, slapping against his covered abdomen. He hissed slightly at the sudden exposure to the cool air. He looked up at you with a loving gaze and he took hold of his cock and began to direct it against your soaked panties.

Soft whimpers left you at the gentle yet sinful action, spurring Daniel on. He hooked a finger in and around the overly wet material and pulled them to one side, exposing you. He looked down briefly to admire the view and brought his bottom lip between his teeth, all the while you flushed a deep red.

He began to rub his tip slicked with precum through your slippery folds, occasionally teasing your entrance. You desperately tried to rock your hips to gain more friction but Daniels left hand that gripped your hip had stopped any movement on your part. “I love you.” He whispered as he gazed up at your flush face with adoration.

You bit your lip gently and sent a small, flustered induced smile. “I love you.” You replied just as quietly. You shared one final, soft peck before he placed the head of his cock at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut as you slowly lowered yourself down on to Daniel, whimpering as he stretched you out. Daniels head fell back as he groaned breathlessly.

“Oh shit, shit.” Daniel muttered out gentle curses as you encased his erection with your wet and ridged walls. You stilled as he bottomed out, adjusting to his size. “Hey, you okay?” Daniel sweetly asked as he raised his hand to gently cup your cheek, enticing you to open your eyes. You slowly part your eyelids to see your boyfriend gaze at you in concern and you smile at his caring actions. You curtly nod and he returns it with once of his own.

After a few more moments, you breathed out. “I’m gonna start moving.” All Daniel could do was nod in acknowledgement. You slowly raised your hips before sinking back down his length. You leant your head against his as quiet moans escaped your parted lips.

“So good, baby. You’re going great. God, I love you.” Daniel cooed sweet words of encouragement as you continued to ride him at a slow, gentle, leisurely pace. He peppered your neck up and down with open mouthed kisses as you switched to direction of your hips. During some point, you and Daniel had discarded your shirts, leaving you both bare considering you chose to go braless that day.

You gradually picked up speed, your tits bouncing harshly between your two bodies. Daniel swiftly laid you down against the leather of the seat and began to relentlessly pound into you, gripping your hips tightly. The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans combined the only noise to fill the convertible.

Your arms lock around his neck and legs between wrap tightly around his waist, bringing his body closer to yours. He leans forward and kisses you deeply, conveying his love for you through the intimate connection. “Oh shi-I’m close.” The only eligible reply you could muster was a simple “Me too.” Your moans became louder and louder as you came closer to your climax.

Daniel brought his hand down between your two bodies and began to circle your clit harshly, making you moan out in a high, breathy pitch. “Oh God, Daniel, keep-keep going.”

It had only taken a few more thrusts and you were sent over the edge, moaning his name like a manta as he continued to pound into you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own. A moment or so later, he followed through with his own climax, grunting and breathing heavily as he tensed at the immense pleasure.

Daniel soon fell limp against you, his now softening dick still inside of you as you both come down from your highs, desperately trying to catch your breath. “I love you, so much.” He spoke as he raised his head ever so slightly to place a gentle kiss atop your forehead, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“I love you, too. So much.” You smiled as he kissed you once again, this time upon your plump, kiss bruised lips. After a moment longer, he slowly pulled out causing the both of you to wince ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” All you could do is smile and shake your head towards him as you both sat up, ready to get redressed. “I should probably get you home, huh?” Daniel spoke almost sadly, not wanting to have to leave you tonight.

“Only if you’re staying over.” You sent him a mischievous smirk, one he returned with a grin.

“Definitely.” And soon enough, you were both dressed and heading towards your home with your boyfriend in his gorgeous vehicle.

That five minute wait earlier had definitely been worth it.

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So, tis my first smut and honestly, I’m kinda proud

I sometimes feel awkward when I go to even write the most tamed of fics so doing something what I normally wouldn’t do is kinda big for me

I really hope you enjoy it, I certainly enjoyed writing it (not like that ya nasty)

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

#daniel larusso #daniel larusso x #daniel larusso x reader #danny larusso #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #karate kid #the karate kid

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whumperooni · 5 years ago

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Natsuo getting tired of Touya stealing amd fucking his girlfriends that years later he finally fucks the one girl dabi actually cared about. What am I saying I'm a dabi Stan lol

No, nonny, please- that’s so good

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Natsuo’s put up with Touya’s bullshit for years and years- has had to go through his prick of a brother stealing his girlfriends and fucking them stupid for years. Touya deserves a comeuppance- he really, really does.

And by god Natsuo is going to be the one to give it to him.

It’s nothing he intentionally sets out to do. Yes, he has a burning resentment towards his brother and he wants to make Touya feel the same rage and humiliation he himself has been subjected to so many times over the years. But he doesn’t know how to get back at his brother- it’s not like fucking one of the girls Touya messes around with will do anything. Natsuo knows Touya doesn’t give a shit about them. He knows that Touya would just laugh in his face. Touya doesn’t care about them. He never cares about them. Never. He’s never cared about anyone.

Except, well....

Except for you.

Sweet, cute little you that had Touya wrapped around your finger. Sweet, cute little you that had Touya soft and weak with just a giggle and a smile. Sweet, cute little you that had Touya following you around like a puppy dog without even trying.

Sweet, cute little you that broke Touya’s heart into so many pieces.

Sweet, cute little you that just so happens to be sitting in the bar Natsuo’s in- all by yourself in a booth with a sad, lonely little expression on your face.

Seeing you is like a blast from the past- Natsuo hasn’t seen you in years. Not since you broke Touya’s heart. Not since you ran from the house sobbing and scared because Touya couldn’t accept the fact that you broke up with him and tried to strangle you despite the hero commission having been visiting their father.

(And what a day that had been- Natsuo had never seen Enji so pissed before. Touya couldn’t move right for a good week after Enji had beat his ass.

That was the only time Natsuo had been okay with his father’s temper)

It’s been forever since he’s saw you, but it’s clearly you sitting all by yourself in that lonely booth. It’s a surprise but, more importantly enough, seeing you so suddenly after such a long time makes something in Natsuo’s brain click.

Before he knows it, he’s ditching his friends and sliding into the seat across from you. He grins when you look up at him in surprise and that grin grows when startled confusion gets replaced by wide eyes and a delighted smile.

“Natsuo!”

You had always liked Natsuo. Maybe more than you had liked Touya, even. Natsuo had always been good to you- sweet and friendly and nice. Not like Touya had been at all. Seeing him is a surprise, something you’re happy about- that’s very clear to see.

And seeing you has the gears in Natsuo’s mind slowly turning, jerkily moving. Seeing you has an inkling of an idea forming- nothing quite concrete just yet; a vague notion that has the tint of something a little mean and a little selfish and very satisfying.

The idea doesn’t really completely form until the two of you are chatting and catching up and you just happen to let slip about a recent breakup with a particularly shitty sounding boyfriend.

“I really know how to pick them,” you tell him- lips forming a small pout as you sigh and a finger twirling a lock of hair. “He was almost as bad as Touya....”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you just said and there’s an immediate blush on your face- eyes widening and embarrassment, panicking flicking across your expression. Natsuo just smiles despite your worry, though, and he leans his cheek on his fist, offers a friendly grin.

“He must have been a real douchebag then- Touya’s pretty hard to beat, let alone get close to in terms of dickishness.”

A startled giggle leaves you- awkward and surprised- and it fleshes out into something more loose and carefree. You relax when Natsuo joins in with a laugh of his own and are happy to jump on the change of conversation when he asks about school.

Natsuo listens as you talk about your classes and your studies and your roommate. He buys you a drink when you finish your first. And then he buys you another. And one more after that. He watches with an easy, friendly grin as a rosy blush claims your cheeks and as your voice gets softer and a little whiny when you talk about something that makes you pout. He’s handsome and his eyes are half-lidded, almost seductive as he flirts in a nice, non-predatory way that you’re really not quite used to. His flirting seems...safe. Friendly and without consequences if you don’t reciprocate. It’s nice, has you relaxing even more past what the booze has you lulled you to.

Which, really, he didn’t have to keep buying you booze and getting you drunk. You had been hesitantly considering getting into bed with him by the time you finished your first drink- mind unable to help but wonder how Touya’s much nicer brother would compare.

When he asks you if you want to go home with him, you agree with a shy giggle and a nod- lips twitching into an eager, curious smile as you follow him out of the bar.

Natsuo is such a gentleman. He’s always been good to you- friendly and kind and warm. He’s always been everything Touya is not- even with Touya weak to you he was still a prick and a half. Natsuo, though? He’s always been nice.

And he’s still nice.

He’s nice when he flags down a cab and slips his fingers through yours when you curl up next to him in the backseat. He’s nice when he holds your hand as you walk up to his apartment and when he lets you walk in first. He’s nice when he takes your coat and hangs it up with care. He’s nice when he kisses you like something to be treasured- gently, sweetly, adoringly.

He’s nice, too, when he slowly strips off your clothes- cool hands running over your body and lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your heated flesh. He’s nice when he lets you come first- head between your thighs and tongue working you through your first orgasm as your back arches and your fingers curl into his snowy hair and you mewl his name again and again- “Natsuo, Natsuo, Natsuo!”

He’s really nice when he oh so carefully slides into you- watching your lashes flutter and listening to all your soft little noises to make sure he’s not hurting you. He’s nice when he runs his hands up your arms and laces his fingers through yours- pressing your hands into the mattress and lips capturing your own in a passionate, sensual kiss.

And, god, he’s so nice when he makes you come again and again- until you’re a panting mess drunk on both booze and pleasure. He has your mind fuzzy from bliss- so fuzzy that you don’t care when he comes in you, so fuzzy that you don’t care or panic when he creams your wet, hot cunt. He presses tight against you when he comes- mouths at the crook of your neck as he tells you how good you feel, how he loves how wet you are, how you sound so fucking good baby and he just wants to fill you with him again- can he, please?

And you- blissed out, intoxicated, thrilled you that has never been fucked so intimately and sensually before- nods because, god, yeah- you need more of this even if your limbs are already heavy and your focus is fading from everything unrelated to how good his dick is making you feel.

So he fucks you again and again and again- fucks you until your filled to the brim with his cum and your mind is melted by his needy, hungry kisses and the way he makes you come over and over and over.

You’re completely fucked out by the time he’s done- made stupid and dumb by good dick and so much pleasure. You’re so tired and blissed out that you can’t do more than twitch a finger by the time Natsuo finally pulls out of you, but that’s okay- Natsuo is nice enough to wipe you down with a warm rag and tug one of his shirts onto you.

He’s so nice. So sweet. Such a gentleman.

Once he pulls on some sweatpants, he joins you in bed- smiling when you snuggle up against him and giving an almost fond sort of huff when you almost immediately pass out against him.

He waits until he’s sure that you’re asleep and then he grabs his phone.

Natsuo takes a photo of you curled against his chest first- making sure that Touya will be able to see that it’s you- the one that broke his heart- cuddled up with him- the brother he’s always screwed over.

He’s smirking in the photo- he can’t help it- and that smirk stays as he carefully pushes the shirt he lent you up your body and snaps pics of the love bites he’s left on you- teeth marks that will fade away and form faint bruises for you to flush over later on.

He catalogues those and then he moves on down lower- carefully spreads your thighs and then your still swollen cunny lips so he can takes photos of the way your glistening hole is still painted white, how you’re still so full to the brim with his cum.

Natsuo makes sure that Touya will be able to see that you’ve been bred by him- that he’s taken his brother’s first and last love and made her his.

Some part of him feels guilty as he takes the photos, but there’s a bigger part of him that’s angry and smirking and viciously vindicated- a part of him that’s been festering for years and is finally, finally getting the revenge it wants.

You’ll be upset if you find out, sure.

But Touya has had this coming for a long time now and Natsuo is finally going to get his brother back.

Natsuo sends the photos to his brother and he grins while he does, adds a simple little “payback’s a bitch :)” to the message that is sure to enrage Touya even more.

And then he shuts off his phone and climbs back into bed- wrapping an arm around your soft body and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

#natsuo x reader #natsuo todoroki x reader #rooni's shit #nonny i LOVED this concept so much #so fucking much #Anonymous

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floorbe · 5 years ago

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K/nktober Day 1: Praise

Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa) and Jugo (Naruto)

Gundham Tanaka (Fem!Reader)

“M-moan for me, my Queen,” Gundham breathes, slightly muffled by how his lips are tracing eagerly along your throat, “Play for me your symphonies of pleasure...”

You would’ve found his phrasing amusing if he wasn’t so heatedly working you up, grinding slowly against you while teasing your neck with the tip of his tongue. You moan breathily as you buck your hips up into his, eliciting a groan from him as he nibbles on your throat.

“Y-yes, just like that, m-my dear,” he pants, hands traveling over your form as he marks you. He slips his hands under your shirt, gripping your hips as his mouth traces down your neck. He pulls back to let you roll off your shirt, licking his lips subconsciously as you reach around you unclip your bra.

The moment that your bra is shed, tossed to the ground without a second thought, his hands are on your breasts, kneading them as his eyes rake over your form. He wastes no time latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, rolling his tongue over the hard nub as his fingers pinches the other. You gasp out his name, whining as his free hand roams down your torso to tease you through your pants.

His hand slips under your waistband to rub you lightly through your underwear, barely enough pressure to warrant any pleasure, but enough to leave you whimpering. He releases your nipple from his mouth, kissing down your stomach as he murmurs against your skin. “You’re intoxicating,” he breathes, stroking you eagerly as you squirm beneath him, “The way you call my name i-is enchanting...”

He retracts his hand from teasing you, shivering at the needy whine you give him in response, instead unbuttoning your pants to slide them down your legs. You stop him before he can start on your underwear, pulling him towards you to help him shed his remaining clothes.

He gladly lets you strip him, rolling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt for him. He eagerly tosses them aside, allowing you to pull him into a heated kiss as his hands travel down your waist once more. He easily finds your underwear again, but instead of pulling them down like you’d anticipated, he cups you from outside the thin fabric.

“A-ah,” he pants, face flushing as he feels your damp panties, “Y-you’re so wet, kitten...”

You press yourself further into his hand, seeking some sort of relief from the heat pooling in your abdomen. The pads of his fingers stroke along the outside of your panties, barely pressing against your entrance from outside the cloth. He pulls away right as his fingers trail up to lightly press down on your clit, shifting back to finally pull off his pants.

You eagerly roll down your panties, sitting up to toss them aside as he settles to sit beside you, a heated expression on his face as his eyes watch you climb over him. Your legs shake as you hover over him, and he strokes your hips with his thumbs as he grasps your waist.

“Lower y-yourself onto me, my pet,” he breathes, gaze trained on your lower halves. His breath hitches as you slowly slide down onto him, moaning as his hips twitch up to go further. “E-exactly like th-this; good girl,” he moans, before freezing up slightly as he realizes the subconscious pet name he’d blurted out.

The praise makes you whimper, nearly slamming yourself the rest of the way onto him. He lets out a gasp at the sudden movement, mouth quirking up into a light smirk as you adjust. “Do you enjoy being praised, my Queen?” he pants, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you roll your hips, “I am m-more than happy to oblige for you-”

He cuts himself off with a choked moan as you begin to eagerly bounce on his lap, grasping his shoulders. “G-gorgeous,” he gasps out as your mouth falls open. His hands help guide your hips to lift and slam back down onto him, throwing his head back.

“F-fuck, Gundham,” you moan, struggling to steadily ride him as you grow closer to you peak. Your legs are shaking as you try to keep up with the way his hips buck up into yours, "I-I can’t-...” He realizes your struggle, lifting you off of him to spin you both around.

“A-allow me to...” he pins you under him, sliding back into you with a groan as he quickly works back up to pounding into you. He pins your wrists into the bed as you move your hand to muffle your moans. “Do not be ashamed,” he breathily reminds you, “M-moan my name for all to hear.”

You feel your face heat up further at the near command, but it’s easy to comply with the encouragement of his rough thrusts. “Tha-at’s my good pet, a-ah!” he groans, tightening his grip on your wrists as he slams into you, “Y-you feel divine-...”

Your back arches into him as you feel the pressure in your abdomen build, biting your lip harshly as you tighten around him. Gundham seems to be close as well, for his thrusts grow erratic and almost frantic as he chases his release. He lets out one last loud moan as he throbs inside of you, squeezing his eyes shut as he cums.

Feeling him fill you is the final push that sends you over the edge, hitting your peak with him as you squirm against his grip on your wrists. He releases them to let you pull him down for a sloppy kiss as you both come down from your high. He only separates to nuzzle into the crook of your neck as he carefully slips out of you, still trying to catch his breath.

“Y-you were wonderful, my dear,” he stutters after a moment, still hiding his face in your neck. He gently lowers himself onto you as you wrap your arms around him, sighing quietly. You press a kiss to the top of his head before yawning, pulling him closer as your eyes slide shut, murmuring a last “love you”.

Jugo (GN!Reader)

Jugo’s calloused hands gently caress your bare form, sighing against your neck as he feels you shiver beneath him. “You’re gorgeous when you’re like this,” he murmurs softly, pressing light kisses along your neck as his palms ghost over your nipples. He pinches one between his fingers, intaking sharply as you whimper.

“Stunning,” he breathes, trailing his mouth down to flick his tongue across your other nipple. His rough hands continue down your body, making sure to caress every inch of your skin in adoration as his mouth follows. He takes his time to worship your body, murmuring compliments against your heated skin as you squirm.

You bite your lip in anticipation as Jugo’s hands run lower and lower down your torso. He halts just before he reaches where you need him, instead choosing to massage your inner thighs, scattering soft kisses so teasingly close to your sex. “A-ah, Jugo,” you moan breathily as his fingers finally reach where you’ve been aching for his touch, “P-please, more...”

He shudders from above you, eyes shooting up to meet yours heatedly as he pleasures you. “I l-love how you moan my name,” he groans, leaning up to give you a sweet kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. He shifts his hand to slide a finger into you, his other hand still stimulating you as he preps you.

He moans into your mouth as he slides another finger in, breaking away to tuck his face into your neck. “I need you,” he gasps, “M-may I-?”

“Yes,” you cut him off, panting as you grind into his hands, “I-I want you.”

He shivers at the admission, moving his hands to grip your hips as his breath fans over your neck. You squirm in anticipation, but freeze as you feel him prodding at you, barely pushing his tip in. You swallow thickly, pushing your hips towards him to encourage him to go deeper.

He slowly pushes himself into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He raises his head to kiss you sweetly as you grunt in pain, whispering apologies against your lips. He only begins to move as you twitch your hips into him, moaning into his mouth. He gently rolls his hips into you, tightening his hold on your hips as he gradually picks up the pace.

“Y-you feel amazing,” he breathily moans, “You’re s-so good...” His thrusts are slow and passionate as he hovers over you, panting heavily. Your loud gasps and moans only encourage him to slam his hips into yours with each deep thrust, eyes fluttering shut he throbs inside of you. You bring him down for a messy kiss as he fills you one last time, coming inside of you as he moans into your mouth.

You throw your head back as you cum, the feeling of him twitching inside of you as he fills you becoming too much. As Jugo settles down, he leans up more to press more sweet kisses along your cheeks as you come down from your high. You grin adoringly at him, and he gives you a small smile before he slides out of you.

He turns to lay beside you, chest still heaving as he regains his breath. You roll onto your side to face him after taking a moment to fully settle down from your intense orgasm. You shuffle closer to bury your face into his chest, and he gladly wraps his arms around you to keep you close. You press a kiss to his chest lovingly, and you can feel his arms tighten around you as you drowsily snuggle closer.

#k/nktober #n*sw//#gundham tanaka #jugo #danganronpa #naruto #gundham tanaka x reader #jugo x reader #danganronpa x reader #naruto x reader #danganronpa imagines #naruto imagines #danganronpa scenarios #naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden #dr2

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fellulahh · 5 years ago

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Only You - Lucifer x MC

Sitting beside each other, MC and Lucifer waited patiently for her cousin to arrive at the church. She’d managed to convince him to be her guest at the wedding after expecting the usual pressures from family members asking ‘so MC why don’t you have a boyfriend yet?’

Even though she had to bribe Lucifer by offering to take all of his dinner duties for a month, she still managed to convince the eldest brother to accompany her. Lucifer must have had a sweet spot for the human because he actually agreed to go to the ceremony which was being held in a church. None of the brothers could believe it when they heard!

MC was pleasantly surprised when she first saw Lucifer that morning. He’d stayed the night in her spare room. When she first glanced at him wearing his unbuttoned black shirt and red cuff links, her heart actually skipped a beat. She’d always thought he was undeniably attractive but he’d never made her feel that way before.

It was like somehow she knew what he’d be wearing, for MC was wearing a red elegant dress that coordinated perfectly with his accessories.

“MC.” He nodded when his eyes fell on her as she descended the staircase, “I must admit you look rather beautiful today.”

She smiled genuinely at his compliment. “Thank you again for this Lucifer, I really do appreciate it.” She spoke softly as she met him in the entranceway. “You look really handsome.”

“Well I couldn’t exactly be wearing scruffs the first time I meet your family, could I?” He chuckled.

MC furrowed her eyebrows. “I get the impression that your definition of scruffs and mine are probably very different.” She giggled.

“So how are you feeling?” MC asked Lucifer quietly amongst the whispers in the church

“Well let’s see, I’m in a church having to stare at pictures of my supposed Father.” Lucifer breathed, “I’m surrounded by humans who would probably hold a pitchfork to my throat if they were to find out what I am and Asmo keeps tormenting me for photos of us both...but I’m with you.” He spoke, turning to face MC, “so it could be worse.”

MC smiled sweetly at him before delicately holding his hand; catching Lucifer by surprise. “It’ll be over before you know it - I promise.”

Nodding at her words of encouragement, he turned his head to face the groom who was stood nervously at the alter awaiting his bride. A small smirk appeared on Lucifer’s face after realising that MC hadn’t moved her hand off his. Yes, he was pretending to be her date but nobody was watching them at that moment so why bother acting like a couple?

As the afternoon went on, the ceremony soon finished and the guests were all gathered outside the church to take various photos. MC and Lucifer were busy chuckling to each other by the gate when her parents approached them both.

“Hello sweetie!” Her mum cooed, catching her attention.

“Mum.” MC grinned as she pulled her into a hug. “You alright, Dad?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Not too bad thank you!” He smiled.

Standing stiff behind MC, Lucifer attempted to put on a welcoming face.

“I’d like to introduce you both to the guy I told you about. This is Lucius.” MC introduced sheepishly.

Her parents were shocked at just how tall this mysterious raven haired man was. MC’s mum was even a little flustered as she gazed at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Lucifer spoke smoothly, offering out his hand.

“As with you!” Her mum battered her eyelashes while her Dad gave a firm handshake. MC let out a sigh of relief after they began conversing. So far so good - they were convinced that Lucifer and her were a thing.

Time passed and soon it was time for the relatives to be photographed in front of the church. Once Lucifer realised what was about to happen he pulled a sour face. “You want me to pose in front of a church?” He asked MC quietly.

“Please Luci, just a couple of pictures!” She begged him, gripping his shirt, “I promise I will make it up to you.”

He was still incredibly hesitant but couldn’t say no to her pleading eyes. “Fine, but you owe me more than just taking my dinner duties.” He spoke while arching a brow.

As it came to MC and her family being photographed, she held Lucifer’s hand gently as they moved to where the photographer was. While posing, he wrapped his arm around MC’s waist and flashed a genuine smile. She could feel her stomach flutter after feeling his touch. It’s something she’d never experienced from Lucifer before but it was something she could get used to!

Hours passed and soon the reception was in full swing. Feeling worried that somebody would call them out on their fake relationship, both Lucifer and MC had drank flute after flute of champagne. In truth there was no reason why they should be nervous, everybody thought they were a delightful couple and didn’t question a thing.

As music boomed throughout the venue, various guests began dancing under the disco lights. Like most human weddings, everybody was pretty drunk at this point. MC’s parents were stumbling across the dance floor laughing at each other while the bride and groom were busy stuffing their faces with wedding cake.

Relaxing into the evening, MC nudged Lucifer as they remained at their seats by the table. “You wanna dance?” She asked with a cheesy grin.

“You want me to dance?” Lucifer chuckled, “forgive me for saying but in Devildom we don’t dance like that.” He spoke, pointing at MC’s parents.

“Hey! They’re just enjoying themselves.” MC giggled, playfully slapping his arm. “Come on! I bet you’re a good dancer. Please Luci?”

“I suppose one dance couldn’t hurt.” He smirked, accepting her pleads.

Standing up from the table, they walked toward the dance floor together with Lucifer supporting MC by the waist. The champagne was beginning to have an affect on them both as they found themselves stumbling slightly.

As soon they were under the disco lights, MC began flailing her arms about, dancing to the familiar beats. Lucifer couldn’t conceal his smile as he gazed at her adoringly. To anybody else she probably looked crazy but to him, she was that cute human that never failed to captivate his heart.

With alcohol seeping through his body, Lucifer actually began to bop along to the music much to MC’s delight. “See? I told you you’re a good dancer!” She grinned cheerily.

“Perhaps you know me better than myself!” Lucifer chuckled over the music. “Now are you going to continue dancing alone or are you going to come here?” He blushed, holding out his arms with a toothy smile.

Gladly accepting his offer, MC stepped forward so that he could hold her in an embrace while their bodies continued to dance. Lucifer had a really warm grin on his face as they gazed into each other’s eyes. They didn’t need to act like a couple at all.

“You know considering how hesitant I was when you first invited me to this wedding, I’ve really enjoyed it. Thank you for picking me to be your fake lover rather than one of my idiotic brothers.” He spoke sincerely.

“I was always going to pick you, Lucifer.” MC laughed as she returned his smile.

As the song drew to a close, the music had a change of pace. Suddenly a slow ballad filled the room rather than the 80’s disco anthem.

Only you can make all this world seem right

MC’s heart fluttered as Lucifer held her tight, slowly swaying their bodies with the music.

Only you can make the darkness bright

Unconsciously, both of them rested their foreheads on one another, getting lost in the moment. They’d both forgotten about everyone that surrounded them. You’d assume that their rosy cheeks and flustered mannerisms were from the alcohol but oh no...this was a long time coming.

Lucifer actually knew the song that played but he’d never really appreciated it until now. Feeling MC melting into his arms, a small smirk appeared on his lips as he began to drunkenly sing the words to her.

“When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do, you’re my dream come true my one and only you.”

Blushing uncontrollably, MC had to turn her gaze to the floor as she grinned. Nobody had ever had this affect on her. Lucifer made her completely weak - she’d never seen him be so charming toward anybody before! What happened to the serious Lucifer she knew?

“I’ve loved today.” He spoke softly to MC, catching her attention again.

“Me too.” She agreed, “it’s nice to spend some time alone with you.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Feeling their hearts beating rapidly, they both leant in. Lucifer’s lips grazed MC’s before he pressed them against hers. MC’s heart felt like it had burst as they kissed one another passionately while the music continued to play.

Nothing could ruin the moment.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer

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misc-headcanons · 4 years ago

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Oh Great Misc would it trouble you if I were to request some sfw and nsfw headcanons about Sir Cavendish? For you see he has been lingering in my mind lately and only you can make these fantasies a reality with your writing talents!

(Aaaaa ty!)

SFW

He always has a delicate scent to him, even when he doesn't have any cologne or perfume on. Somehow he doesn't ever smell bad. Like even if he hasn’t showered for a few days (which would only happen if he were in a DIRE situation lol) or if he just got sick and puked over the side of a ship, he never smells unpleasant. It’s a mystery, and Bartolomeo gets so annoyed by it.

Cavendish can be pretty damn clingy and pouty, so his s/o better give him just as much attention and love as he gives them. You know how much he hates not having the spotlight on him, after all. Even if you aren’t deliberately ignoring him and are just focusing on something else, he’ll not-so-subtly lean against you and embrace you until you return his affection. Like if you’re reading or something and he wants some love, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder or sweetly ask if you want to rest against him while you read. And if you’re still too distracted, he’ll pout and start to get jealous of your book for “stealing you” away from him for so long.

He’s got a sense of chivalry, but unlike Sanji it doesn’t only extend to beautiful women. It’s not like he’ll be super lovey-dovey and whatnot towards women he isn’t attracted to, but he would never be rude to them the way Sanji is towards women like Kokoro. Cavendish views himself as a beautiful man inside and out, and treating a woman that way is nothing but ugly.

Sometimes he gets nightmares about becoming Hakuba and never being able to regain control of himself. Sleep in and of itself is a tricky thing for him, and he would be adamantly against having his s/o sleep in the same room as him--much less the same bed. It’d be too easy for him to lose control and wake up covered in their blood in the morning. It’s very heartbreaking for him because he wants to sleep with them and enjoy that kind of intimacy that comes with having an s/o, but until he finds a way to keep Hakuba completely under control he just can’t risk it.

(NS.FW below the cut)

He loooooves seeing his s/o wearing his cape and nothing else. Just seeing it draped over their hips and the way the cloth cascades over their body turns him on so much. Wearing any of his clothes will turn him on actually; he’ll feel you snatch his hat off of his head and then see you wearing his hat while smirking on the deck of the ship, he’ll immediately become handsy and extra “affectionate”.

Sex with him is a lot like how Sims WooHoo, in that rose petals and sparkles just kind of appear out of nowhere. He’s already so beautiful, so of course his lovemaking is beautiful as well.

His hands are so soft, and so are his gestures and movements in bed. He’s passionate of course, cradling your body with one hand while stroking your most sensitive parts with the other and leaving a trail of kisses with those delectably soft lips along your neck...It feels less like fingering/a handjob and more like he’s a maestro playing music with your body as his prized instrument.

He’s a switch, sometimes wanting to be on top and let you enjoy the view of his beautiful body as he showers you with love from above. He enjoys the way his hair falls over his shoulders and tickles your skin when he’s on top like this. But he is a prince, and sometimes a prince wants to be ridden and worshipped by his beloved too. He’ll use those skilled hands of his to stroke and gently grope your hips while he watches you bounce on top of him with a smile and a contented sigh of your name. No matter what position he’s in, he wants to caress your face or cup your cheek (so it’s unlikely he’ll ever want you to fuck him from behind. But as long as he can touch your face, he’s happy in any and every position where he can do that)

His o-face is so pretty, and with each subsequent orgasm it gets more and more lewd. The first stage is him cumming with his eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted as he softly gasps and shudders. On orgasm two, his eyes are rolling back slightly and he’s biting his lip as he feels himself reach his peak again, and this time he’s moaning quietly instead of just gasping. By round three, he’s reaching full ahegao mode with those pink cheeks and a throaty moan that leaves his lips as he cums, and as he comes down from his high he’s panting and his eyelids are fluttering a bit as he looks at you adoringly.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #cavendish #knight prince cavendish #ns.fw #mine #Anonymous

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dreaminae · 4 years ago

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We All Need The One Friend.

Chapter 13

Riding in comfortable silence, Liv drove while Spencer sat in the front passenger seat listening to the radio. Both of them took turns peaking at the other as they mentally formulated how to enter the discussion they'd put off since returning from Vegas at the end of summer.

Huffing softly, Liv composed herself, ready to break the ice. One hand reached off the steering wheel to dial the radio volume down. Facing her, Spencer waited for Olivia to speak.

"With everything going on, I forgot to ask if you heard from Darnell. How is his mom?" Olivia inquired, hoping that the small talk might ease into the real conversation you desired to have.

"He's called a few times since he left. Said his Moms' is touch and go." Spencer informed her.

"I can't imagine what he's going through. Especially after you guys lost Corey." Olivia sympathized.

"Yeah. It's moments like those that helped me understand that life is too short." Spencer voiced sadly.

"Me too." Liv agreed. "I've spent the last few months living with what-ifs. You know, like, what if I had gone with Asher this summer. Or what if I don't get into my dream school next year. Either I'm living in the past or focused too hard on the future. I feel like I am missing the important things right in front of me." She rationalized, looking at Spencer out of the corner of her left eye.

"I get it." Spencer related. "I've been so focused on helping Crenshaw and winning the football championship, I haven't stopped to enjoy my last year of high school, or enjoy these last few months with my Moms and Dillion before I leave to college."

"I think this weekend serves as a wake up call to the both of us. What do you say me make a promise to start focusing on the now?" Olivia suggested cheekily.

"I'm down." Spencer nodded.

"Glad to hear it because a big part of this promise is that I start to face some truths that I've avoided since summer." Olivia hastily added.

"What kind of truths?" Spencer asked curiously.

"You know how we are always telling people that we are just friends, and how there's romantic between us." Olivia hesitantly spoke, addressing the main issue that they shared.

"Yeah," Spencer replied, allowing Liv to continue to speak her mind.

"Well, what if there was something here? You know, more than friendship?" Liv asked, keeping her eyes on the road out of fear of meeting his gaze.

"Liv, I told you how I felt in Vegas, and you ran off," Spencer recalled indifferently. "I'm not sure if it was because you didn't feel the same or if you were afraid of what everyone might think."

"....Definitely not the former." Liv immediately responded, wanting Spencer to know his affections weren't unreciprocated.

Exhaling, she tried to explain what kind of

mindset she was in during her last night in Vegas. "At that time a lot was going on between my off-on relationship with Asher, and your uncertain feelings for Layla. When you told me how you felt I became confused and guilty." Liv ranted. "And then after we talked on the phone, and then I saw you with Layla, and I didn't know how to feel." She continued as her words quickened.

Sensing that she was overwhelmed, Spencer lent her a comforting hand. "Hey, relax. Just say what you feel."

"I wasn't in my right mind to tell you what I felt that night," Olivia concluded, unwilling to dwell on the negative events that transpired. "My point is that was then, and this is now. I've spent weeks hiding how I felt out of fear of what people might think. Us being together might not be the most popular choice, but I can't worry about that anymore." Liv compiled. "We can't worry about that anymore." She repeated passionately, finally gazing at Spencer before focusing back on road.

"All we can worry about is us." She added, gesturing those both of them. "This."

Spencer nodded in agreement, following her every word as he waited with bated breath to hear the words he hoped were coming.

Curling her lips, Olivia found herself relieved that she was finally getting a chance to tell him how she felt. "I love you too, Spencer."

Her eyes tearing from the empty street to momentarily gaze at the guy she loved. Watering with happy tears, Spencer grinned proudly, letting the words replay in his head.

Shifting her sight back to the street, Liv let Spencer take the lead as his hand melted into hers. A jolt tingled through her like it did every time he held her hand, and Liv went breathless for a second.

Grazing his thumb over the top of her hand, Spencer chuckled. "Why the hell are you still driving?"

Liv giggled at his impatience.

"I'm serious, girl. Pull this car over." Spencer insisted with a cheeky smirk. "I ain't waiting another second for this."

Following his request, Liv directed her car near a curb, far enough from impending traffic. Putting the car into parking position, she let the engine continue to run as she gave Spencer her undivided attention.

"I thought I was worth the wait." Liv laughed as Spencer gazed adoringly at her.

"Yeah, and so was this." Spencer confidently replied, taking her cheek into his hand to guide her lips to his.

Closing her eyes, Liv let herself melt into the kiss. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she brought him closer until both their chest were touching. Softly caressing her lips with his, Spencer lead the liplock, tasting her strawberry gloss over her lipstick. His tongue darted into her mouth, lapping hers gently, earning a light moan from Olivia. Pulling away from the kiss, his lips pressed against in a chaste kiss, then choosing to sweetly nuzzle his nose against hers before kissing her forehead.

"Yeah, that was definitely worth the wait." Olivia giggled with her forehead pressed against his.

Her laughing halted though as she realizing that a harder conversation was coming next.

#3x07 #all american #olivia and spencer #olivia baker #spelivia #spencer and olivia #spencer james

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 5 years ago

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A Story Told...

https://blake-belladonna-defence-force.tumblr.com/post/190799675667/ugh-it-would-be-so-soft-and-cute-thats-it-i

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Yang bit her lip and watched as Blake guided a little faunus girl onto her feet and danced with her holding her hands and laughing with the young one happily.

“Blake’s always been good with the children of our village.” Kali said from beside Yang from where she sat on the steps of the Belladonna Estate, making her jump and turn to look at the senior Belladonna, who was watching her daughter with a fond smile. “They all adore her. Whenever she’s here, we barely get to see her before some child’s dragging her off to play soccer or read them stories. It’s sweet.”

“She’ll make a great chief someday.” Yang said softly, smiling at the sight of Blake swinging the girl up and into her hip and bouncing around goofily, making the child squeal with laughter as she spun in a circle. “And an amazing mum… if that’s what she wanted, of course.”

“Her father and I are so proud of her.” Kali murmured gently as another child ran up to Blake and gave her the “uppy” arms. Blake laughed, her left torn ear flicking in amusement as she bent down and effortlessly lifted the boy up and onto her other hip. “We were so scared of what path she might take when she left us. And when she came back…”

“Blake said she wasn’t in a good place.” Yang sighed sadly.

“No. No, she wasn’t. I was terrified that I was going to lose my little girl just as she came back to me.” Kali said with a small sniff, making Yang flinch at the implications of that line. “But now look at her. She’s part of the legendary Team RWBY, she has good friends, a wonderful job as both a Huntress and head of faunus relations…” Kali turned to look at Yang and smiled gratefully at her, making Yang’s throat feel suddenly tight. “And she has you. You have no idea how important you have become to our family, Yang. Ghira and I will always be grateful to you.” Kali paused before giving Yang an impish grin that seemed a little too familiar. “She talks about you a lot.”

“I-“

“Miss Yang!” A small girl with wings sprouting from her back ran up to Yang with an excited grin. “Miss Blake’s gonna tell us a story! She’s a really good story teller! Come listen!”

“How can I say no to that face.” Yang chuckled softly. She gave Kali a low, respectful bow before she let the child drag her over to a small clearing where the village children gathered around Blake. Yang rolled her eyes at Blake as the girl made Yang sit amongst them and sat next to her, leaning on her leg. Yang smiled softly at the girl and sent Blake a wink.

“Alright. What story do you guys want? Make it a good one, you’re all heading home and straight to bed after this.” Blake warned, a playful glimmer in her amber eyes.

“A new!”

“One we haven’t heard before!”

“No oldies!”

Yang watched Blake laugh softly as a young cat faunus girl clambered into her crossed lap and look up at her seriously.

“We’ve heard all of your stories. Don’t you have any new ones?”

“Well, Topaz, as a matter of fact… I do.” Blake smirked as a chorus of cheers went up. Yang found herself almost as excited as the kids. She had always loved stories and considering that this was Blake telling it… even better. Yang chuckled under her breath as another kid decided to lean on her other leg, as she leaned back on her hands and shook her head in amusement at the children. The faunus girl, Topaz, in Blake’s lap apparently decided that that was going to be her place for the night and got comfy. Blake breathed in and out deeply and began her tale.

As Blake told the story, Yang immediately recognised it as Blake’s own, though heavily diluted for the sake of the children. Yang watched, just as spellbound as the children, as Blake talked, watching the watching she met each kid’s eyes, connecting with each one and making sure they all felt seem. Blake’s flowed and shifted with emotion, her gaze open and emotional as she let the children see the story written on her face.

“And so, young Belle fell to her knees as the monster, who once held a place in her heart; one that he betrayed, finally was defeated at the hands of the women that he had hurt. The faunus Princess cried, letting all of her hurt go as her noble human companion took her into her arms and held her, comforting her.” Blake said softly, making eye contact with Yang and holding it for a moment before continuing. “The battle was over. They had won war. Yes, they were left with scars and wounds that would take some time to heal but they had something very important would help them through it. Something that allowed each woman to see the other’s flaws and still see beauty within their souls. Does anyone know what it was?”

“Love.” Topaz said quietly from where she laid nestled up against Blake’s chest, her voice sounding sleepier by the second. “It was love, right?”

“That’s right.” Blake murmured, meeting Yang’s gaze and smiling adoringly at her. “It was love. But it wasn’t just love between the two women that saved the Princess, you know. She learned to finally live herself. She, at long last, could look beyond the beast that Gaston had painted her to be and finally saw the beauty that laid beneath. The Beaty that Ya-ah! I mean Goldilocks has always known.”

Yang bit her lip at Blake’s little slip up, her cheeks burning. Blake’s own had become several shades darker as she gently shooed the kids back to their homes so that they could be put to bed.

“Topaz?” Blake gently cooed at the little girl sleeping against her chest. “Time for you to go home, hon.” A sleepy whine escaped the girl as she cuddled up to Blake, burrowing her head into Blake’s collar. “Kids.” Blake sighed softly, voice full of fondness as she carefully readjusted Topaz and scooped into her arms and stood, smiling at Yang sweetly. “You can head back to the house, Yang. I’ll just drop this one off and I’ll join you soon.”

Yang smiled softly and nodded, watching as Blake turned and carried the girl home.

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“Ugh.”

Yang smiled over at Blake tiredly as her partner collapsed into her bed beside her, looking thoroughly drained of all energy.

“I think that I’m out of shape.” Blake groaned, seemingly deciding that she wanted to lay with Yang for a bit. “Where the fuck do they get the energy? I’m 25! I shouldn’t be feeling like death’s on my doorstep!”

“You’ve been running around and wrangling a bunch of children all day. I’m not surprised.” Yang giggled lightly at her friend’s exasperated expression. “You’re really good with them.”

“I’m just happy that they’re getting the childhood that I missed out on.” Blake murmured, rolling into her side and tucking her head under Yang’s chin, wrapping her arms tightly around Yang’s waist as Yang returned the embrace.

“You’re an amazing role model for them.”

“I still can’t believe that they look up to me like this.” Blake laughed softly onto Yang’s collar. “I mean… I’m just me. Just Blake.”

“I can. Because “just Blake” just so happens to be the most loving, compassionate, dedicated, passionate and inspiring person I know.” Yang whispered into Blake’s ears. “We are so lucky to have you. All of us.”

“Yang…” Blake murmured, her voice thick as she propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Yang softly.

“I should have said this years ago but…” Yang met Blake’s amber gaze and lifted her hand to cup the back of her neck, her thumb stroking her skin softly. “I love you, Blake Belladonna.”

“I-“ Blake’s breathing hitched as she leaned closer to Yang and brushed their noses together. “I love you too, Yang Xiao Long.”

“Really? You could have fooled me… Belle.” Yang teased softly, smirking gently at the annoyed expression on Blake’s face.

“Shut up, Goldilocks.”

“Make-mmph!”

Evidently, Blake had no qualms about shutting Yang up.

Not that Yang was going to complain, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck and smiled against her before Blake pulled back with an annoyed huff and flopped unceremoniously against Yang’s chest and curled into her side.

“I’m staying here tonight.” Blake mumbled sleepily, nuzzling again Yang’s neck affectionately. “I’m staying here forever.”

“With me?”

“With you and only you.”

“I’m pretty sure you need a ring-“

“Got one.” Blake grumbled tiredly as she shoved a gold ring into Yang’s hand. Yang instantly recognised it as the one Blake wore on her index finger. “There’s your dumb ring. Now can you just hold me so we can go to sleep? Please?”

Yang smiled, rolling her eyes at her partner’s dramatics as she carefully placed the ring on the bedside table and pulled Blake close, kissing the top of her head as Blake drifted off in her arms; just as she was always destined to.

#yang xiao long #bumbleby #fanfic #rwby #blake belladonna

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 5 years ago

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Anniversary fluff, please? But like 50th anniversary after growing old together? Helena and MC?

Written by @vampybravo

To walk this path with Helena has been simultaneously the greatest struggle and the greatest adventure of my life. We reached this place together, against all odds… And I would do it a thousand times over for her, if that’s what it took to have this single perfect moment again.

This moment, and the rest of our lives.

MC recalled their wedding with immaculate clarity as she scrubbed the dirty dishes, movements slowing as a smile graced her lips. The soap that lathered in the sink reminded her of their first night spent in the baths together, the dusty pink shade of the bowl reminded her of the heavenly sunset that they had uttered their vows under. In everything, there was Helena — her presence remained in their little home even when she was absent from it, her touch ghosted its way across MC’s skin even when she wasn’t close, her words lingered in MC’s brain even when she was nowhere to be seen or heard.

Helena Klein was the most bewitching woman that MC had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was fierce and passionate, profoundly intelligent, and so unbelievably filled with ambition that it never failed to astound her. She had been through so much, endured unimaginable traumas, and yet she had accomplished so much in just their fifty years together.

In the rest of their lives.

MC hadn’t quite known what the rest of their lives would involve when she had made that statement, all of those years ago. All she knew was that, without a doubt, her and Helena would make it through it all together. And they had — fifty years later, and here they were. It was hard to imagine that such time had passed when MC remembered their time spent together, and yet she was reminded of it whenever she caught her own reflection staring back at her, with a grey touch to her skin and wrinkles having formed around her face.

And, of course, there were the countless pictures that were littered around their little home. Their cottage in the woods, far away from the incessant buzz of the city, a place to truly call their own. Memories were framed along the walls, phantom moments dancing down the halls. The day that they had moved in was framed by the door, directly above the shoe rack: her and Helena in denim overalls, goofy grins and faces flushed from hurriedly packing the day before moving day, boxes hovering in the air around them, Helena’s beautiful eyes alight with magic and happiness, MC’s barely-noticeable baby bump hidden by her oversized clothes. And then there was one of MC mid-pregnancy, around six months through, staring down at Helena dozily as the blonde knelt on the floor in front of her, pressing a loving kiss to her bump, whispering sweet nothings and everything's to the little baby inside; their little baby. A laugh bubbled past MC’s lips as she remembered how much Helena had fretted over her during her pregnancy. She had not even let her lift anything heavier than a simple loaf of bread, and even that took some convincing. She had banned all junk food from the house and had huffed when she’d found MC’s secret stash under their bed, but she’d crumbled and given in as soon as MC had kissed her sweetly and promised her that she’d be careful with it.

MC could even pick out the place that their baby had taken her first steps in a heartbeat, or maybe even less. It was on the right side of the rug in the living room, the side closest to the television. She had been babbling cute nonsense for the longest time until she suddenly had gone very quiet, tiny hands shakily clutching the corner of the wooden coffee table, little chunky legs shaking as she held herself up with all of her might — and then she had, very hesitantly, taken a step forward. MC had watched in sheer shock for a moment before she had shouted for Helena, and they could both do nothing but blubber and cry as their little baby took a few more steps towards their open arms, more confident this time.

And if the MC looked over at the front door, she could clearly recall the moment that their little baby had left for college, clutching taped-up moving boxes in her hands. She remembered how she’d had to pull Helena away even though she’d wanted to stay right there herself, remembered how hard it had been to watch their little one drive away in the car that Helena had spent days building for her, remembered how empty their home had felt for the first few weeks. Helena had taken up gardening, then, and outside of her time teaching and learning and building, MC could find her outside, tending to her garden patch, wedding ring glinting in the sunlight as she poured her magic into the soil.

The plants had flourished as everything did when Helena graced it with her touch; MC never felt better than when Helena was by her side, pulling her into a loving embrace, their bright laughter echoing through their home. And as she heard their front door push open with a soft click, MC quickly resumed scrubbing the dishes, deciding that she was going to make this anniversary better than any of the others they had ever had.

MC awoke the next morning with a soft whine, tiredly burying her head into the elegant curve of Helena’s neck, hiding from the warm glow of sunrise that filtered through their lace curtains. She felt Helena’s chest shake gently with a quiet chuckle and her hand come to rest at the bottom of her back. “Good morning, meine liebe,” spoke Helena softly as she pressed a kiss atop of MC’s head, her comforting touch and mellow tone urging MC awake despite the temptation of sleep that filled her brain. She pulled back and greeted her wife with a dopey, sleepy smile, revelling in the way that Helena’s gaze softened at the gesture, and sighed contentedly into the kiss as Helena pressed her lips against her own, slow and soft and so full of love. “Happy anniversary,” whispered the blonde as they finally pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other, limbs entangled underneath the messy sheets. “I have a surprise for you.”

MC turned to bury her face into the pillow and groaned weekly. “Helena.”

“Not to worry, my love, I have brought you your morning cure.” MC stayed very still as she felt Helena move across the bed, and opened her eyes upon hearing the gentle clink of a mug. She held out a steaming, full-to-the-brim mug of hot coffee towards MC, who felt her body flood with relief and adoration as she leaned up to press a kiss of thanks to Helena’s cheek.

“I love you so much,” breathed out MC as she gratefully took hold of the mug, the warmth quickly seeping into her skin, steam blowing off of her face. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Many times,” confirmed Helena with a nod before her voice lowered into a sultry tone. “Although I certainly wouldn’t object to any other ways you may have of telling me such things.”

MC blinked and laughed nervously into her cup, astounded at how, even after all of these years, Helena could set her body alight with something as tiny as that. “Um,” she practically squeaked, eager to change the subject. “You said you have something to show me?”

Helena stared for a moment, thoroughly distracted, before recognition lit up her eyes and she nodded. “Ah, yes, of course,” she replied, and twisted around so as she could escape from the tangle of sheets. “Follow me.”

MC’s brows furrowed in confusion, though she couldn’t find it in herself to deny Helena of anything, and so she clutched her mug tightly in her hands as she copied Helena’s motions, footsteps pattering gently on the cold flooring as she followed her wife down the halls of their house, until they reached the little mint-coloured door that led to their garden.

Helena shot her a look filled with light and tempered mischief before she opened the door, and beckoned MC outside with a wave of her hand, utter glee shining on her face. Too enamoured by her wife for a moment, MC almost missed what Helena was so gleeful about before she finally turned her gaze to the sight in front of her.

There, in the centre of their garden, was a statue — carved, soft marble, exhibiting the one framed picture in their house that was the MC’s favourite of all: their wedding day picture. Helena and MC, made entirely of stone, enraptured in each other, pressed together in a searing kiss as their fingers were intertwined, tied ribbons hanging loosely from their wrists. MC felt her breath hitch in her throat, felt her hold loosen on her cup as she savoured the sight of the two of them pressed flushed together in a passionate and affectionate embrace, perfectly mimicking their wedding day as the statue stood proudly against the lushness of the plants and the alluring shade of the sunrise. It was a truly exquisite sight.

“Do… do you like it?”

MC couldn’t bear to take her eyes off of it. “Oh, Helena,” she breathed out fondly, heart swelling with so much love it felt as if it was going to burst as she finally tore her gaze away to stare adoringly at her lovely wife. “This is…” Indescribable.

Helena smiled, all mushy and delicate. MC placed the mug atop of Helena’s workbench before her hands came up to frame her sweet face, drinking in the sight just as she did on the first day they’d met. “I do hope you like it,” murmured Helena. “It took me an awful while to perfect — although, I’d do it all again just to see the magnificent expression on your face right now.”

“You’re perfect,” gushed the MC. “Oh my gosh, Helena, this is so perfect…”

Helena hummed appreciatively. “We have spent quite a long time together,” she said. “And I always endeavour to make each year better than the last, though I believed something as truly special as this should be reserved for a special occasion as our fiftieth anniversary.”

MC felt the tears spill down her blushing cheeks and didn’t care in the slightest as she nudged Helena’s ribs playfully. “That was my goal,” she jested, her and her wife’s laughter mixing together against the morning sound of birdsong. She could never find it in herself to be mad. Not at Helena.

“I would ask that I could spent fifty more years with you, if you would allow it,” said Helena, but there was a pleading look in her eye, her hands having come up to circle around MC’s wrists as they framed Helena’s face, as if she was scared that MC was going to let go.

MC shook her head. I cannot believe my luck. “Forever and a day, remember?”

Helena’s smile grew brighter as they beamed at each other. “Forever and a day,” she repeated, and leaned down to capture MC’s lips in a kiss once more.

So this is the rest of our lives, thought MC.

#Anonymous #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #helena klein #helena x mc #lovestruck helena #love and legends helena #love and legends #fluff #sporadic sunday

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moody-bloosh · 5 years ago

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mirror, mirror (Illuso)

for some reason, i was in a bit of a fairy tale mood. so here’s my take on snow white ~! fem!reader too btw im sorry i couldn’t make it gender neutral :( here’s one of the passion projects I’ve been working on since last year <3 <3 I hope you all like it!

tagging @a-nonnie-mousse bc she’s the only other illuso stan i personally know <3

content warning: yandere, manipulation, mind break, homicide, gore

As the newest addition to the king’s harem, the latest flower in his blooming garden, you knew you should be thankful for the opportunity. For someone like you born the second daughter of some countryside lord, a spot in the king’s harem meant comfort, riches, and if you were so inclined, power.

But for the sweet and simple you, you were already happy to be allowed such a privilege. There was no greater honor than to serve the king, you believed. Besides, some part of you marveled over how romantic it was. Innocently, you imagined that perhaps in the palace, the king would show you the love and affection you’d only known of in passing, just like the ones you were so fond of reading about in your books.

And so even though it pained you to uproot yourself from your home, the only world you had ever known. You had taken the king’s outstretched hand and agreed to be his newest concubine.

On your first day in the harem, the king gifts you with a mirror. A large ornate, full length mirror inlaid with pearls and gold. How it had filled your heart with so much love and adoration, you’d never had such finery back at home.

Oh, if only you’d known that this was common practice for the king.

If only you were a little wiser to the nuances of the palace.

If only you had known better, you would have tried harder to seduce the king. You would have worked even harder to try and secure allies. But you did not know any better. You were the second daughter of a countryside lord and you were not wise at all to the politics that brewed in court.

Before you knew it you were painfully alone. Seeing that the king was beginning to tire of you, the other concubines took it upon themselves to curry favor with him again. Pushed to the side, alone, isolated, you yearned for your home and yet you could not return.

You were the king’s concubine now and you were his property.

You had nobody in this painfully beautiful palace. Consigning yourself to a slow and silent decay, you decided to keep to yourself. Your heart too fragile to keep up with courtly intrigue and the painful words of the other concubines.

All you had now were your books. Your books and your beautiful mirror.

One lonely afternoon, you were lying in bed, reading when you heard the most peculiar thing. A distinctly male voice sounded through your room. Too youthful, too deep to be the king’s. You froze, fearful of an intruder. You held the book close to your chest, a makeshift weapon as you looked around your room.

Your room looked painfully ordinary. Looking here and there for any sign of an intruder, you hesitantly walked around your room.

“Over here~”

You froze immediately.

D-did the mirror just talk?!

Bringing your hands up to your mouth to suppress the frightened scream that threatened to tear out of your throat, you considered the mirror once more. It was painfully maddening in its normalcy. Perhaps...perhaps you were just imagining things. Hesitantly, you gently brushed your hand against the mirror’s surface. When nothing happened, you breathed a sigh of relief and your expression softened once more.

Maybe it was all just your imagination.

“That’s a nice expression,” the voice said again, “you look pretty when you smile.”

Your heart falls and your expression falters, as the mirror in front of you reveals a handsome man. With hair tied up in neat pigtails and his eyes seeming to pierce through you, you trembled. Biting back another scream, you found your knees buckling, too frightened of the supernatural happenings.

However, before you could find yourself tumbling down to the floor, you felt strong arms wrap around you, holding you safe and secure. Looking up into the stranger’s eyes you found yourself transfixed by its beauty. Red eyes glittering like precious rubies, full, soft-looking lips curled into a smug smile that sent your heart pattering wildly against your chest.

Illuso smirked.

“See something you like, your highness?”

“I-I...”

You trail off, too confused by the sudden turn of events.

“Hm? A little tongue tied I see, I admit, I do have that effect on people~”

“Y-you... the mirror...”

“Ah yes, it’s an interesting ability isn’t it?”

“Who are you?”

Illuso caressed your cheek tenderly. He drank in your flustered, embarrassed expression. So adorable, so pure. Holding you closer and leaning forward so that his lips were merely inches away from yours, Illuso whispered.

“I can be whatever you want me to be, your highness.”

“T-then...” You said softly, shyly averting your gaze from him.

Illuso hummed. Of course, not even you would be able to resist him. As if considering his words, you took a moment to think before you looked back at him. He was still holding you tightly. Your heart pounded fiercely against your chest as you opened your mouth to tell him your wish.

“Will you be my friend?”

Illuso is true to his words, you find. Soon, the boring days you were trapped in began to be filled with happy memories that you would spend with Illuso. You found yourself smiling more often recently. Some days you would catch yourself smiling as you selected books for you and Illuso to read from the library or you would find yourself thinking of what he might like to have for tea that day.

Naturally, the other residents of the castle begin to take notice of the sudden shift in your behavior. The concubines would gossip, jealous about how you could devour so much snacks by yourself and still retain your lovely figure. Suddenly, they were inviting you to spend time with them, to read with them, to be with them as they went about their sewing. You were pleased to discover that they weren’t as terrible as you had initially thought. Soon enough, you were swept away in tea parties and plays and private viewings at esteemed art galleries.

It made you a little anxious at first to spend so much time with such intimidating noble ladies, you began to ease up around them. Even though at first, you had been loathe to part with Illuso, you found yourself spending less and less time with him. At the very least, you would make time in your evenings to sit with Illuso and tell him about your day. You would apologize that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as you had used to. And though he wasn’t one to openly complain you did take note of his huffy demeanor and promise to make it up to him soon. Sadly, and much to Illuso’s displeasure, you never really were able to keep your promises to him.

Even, the king himself had taken notice of you. Your innocent joy and sweetness reminding him of why he had taken you to be one of his concubines in the first place. That was another thing you needed to be grateful to Illuso for. You had regained the king’s favor. You would cheerfully spin around in front of Illuso showing off the new dresses and the pretty jewelry the king would lavish onto you. You would tell him how happy you were that the king was finally paying attention to you again, blissfully unaware of the jealousy in his eyes.

“It’s all thanks to you, Illuso,” you said to him. “If you hadn’t rescued me from loneliness then I would have spent the rest of my life sulking alone.”

You grasped his hands gently, looking up at him with a sweet smile on your face. You looked at him so adoringly, so reverently. The sight of you, looking at him so lovingly had his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He worried that you would hear it.

“I’m so very grateful for you,” you told him, giving him a small, chaste kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my dearest friend.”

Something ugly and dark rears its head in Illuso’s heart.

Was that really all you saw him as? A friend?

No. No. He couldn’t accept that. He would not accept that.

You were his Queen, the only bright light in his dark world. And he was your savior, wasn’t he? The reason you had even begun to smile again, the one who had saved you from a dull life.

As you spoke to him about the king, that wretched vile bastard who dared to monopolize your time, he thought long and hard about how he would bring you back into his arms.

All he wanted was for you to be his and only his again.

It is all too easy for Illuso to slink around unnoticed and whisper slanderous words about you to the other concubines. Soon enough they do his job for him, he watches as you are shunned once more. The target of vicious bullying and vitriol. You would quietly tell Illuso all about the horrifying ordeals you were forced to endure. And he would play the part of your every loyal, always understanding friend.

You are the fairest of them all,” Illuso whispers, his tone as sweet as honey, and his touch so inviting.

“They are simply jealous of you, my Queen,” Illuso would say, sweet, comforting, “you know that they are nothing compared to you.”

His red eyes glimmered like rubies as he leaned out of the mirror, his lips coming dangerously close to your own. “I hate to see you so sad...”

“Just say the words your majesty,” he says sweetly. “I’ll take care of them for you.”

You aren’t as foolish or as innocent as Illuso thinks. Spending so much time in his company, it was only inevitable that you’d come to be corrupted too. You know full well what Illuso means when he offers to take care of your problem. Your fingers clench, ruining the delicate fabric of the new dress the king had given you. If Illuso notices the conflicted look on your face, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please help me, Illuso.”

Lately, you wake up with tears in your eyes. Every night, Illuso would come to you with a smile on his face. Every morning, a new corpse would be found. Each and every death hangs on your conscience, makes you wash your hands and clean yourself with a little too much vigor. Tensions rise in the palace, the other concubines beg the king to let them leave. Your numbers dwindle and dwindle until only you and a handful of other noble ladies are left.

You are the King’s favorite and you have lasted the longest.

When he crowns you Queen as thanks for your loyalty, you assume that maybe this time you will be happy. You confide in Illuso and as always he nods and tells you that he is happy that you are to be Queen.

When you tell him that you are excited to move into the king’s quarters, he stills. But he does not let any of his unsightly jealousy show. Instead, he digs his nails into his palm, hard enough to draw blood. He keeps up his gentle facade at least until you fall asleep. He watches you sleep, you sleep peacefully for the first time since his killings. He takes in the soft rise and fall of your chest and when you turn over to the other side, he finally makes his move.

Stepping out of the mirror, he softly pads over to you. Caressing your cheek, he leans forward to plant a delicate kiss on your lips, just as he had done every night since he had ascertained his feelings for you.

He thinks, thinks as hard as he can about a way to keep you out of that disgusting king’s clutches. It takes him a moment or two before he understands. Illuso chuckles softly, as the solution comes to him. Painfully simple.

He just had to get rid of the king.

The newest addition to the king’s harem: a sweet girl with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood. She was beautiful, so painfully beautiful you felt physically sick in her presence. When she is introduced to the king, he gives her a mirror.

Almost identical to the one he gave you.

As you are prone to do now, you run to Illuso. You ask him, voice dripping with betrayal and heartbreak how many? Illuso has the gall to look surprised and that breaks you just the slightest bit.

“I know, Illuso. I know I’m not special. Tell me how many concubines have you offered your friendship? Your companionship? Did you give them something more?”

And oh, how quick he is to step out of his mirror and hold you in his strong arms. Blanketing you in a warmth, you were loathe to admit you wanted.

“Only you, my Queen, it’s always been just you.”

“Then why me? Why someone like me?!”

“Because,” and with his free hand, he hooks his index finger under your chin, prompting you to look him in the eye. “You are the fairest of them all.”

The fairest? Really? How stupid did Illuso think you were? You looked so pathetic, so shameful reflected in his eyes. As if scalded by his sincere words, you try to tear your gaze away from his but you find yourself transfixed by him. He was handsome, he could have anyone in the harem. Before you can even say anything else, Illuso kisses you.

And it is sweeter than any wine, more passionate than anything you’ve ever experienced, you close your eyes as you give in to his affections. The kiss is brief but you find that it is enough.

When he caresses your cheek, you can’t help but blush as you lean in to his touch. You’ve never known what it truly meant to be wanted, to be desired. To be loved. You’d never received the love you truly wanted, the love Illuso was so willing to give you.

When he leans in to kiss you, you lean forward to meet him halfway. When his hands begin to rove around, you let him.

You wanted him to give you the love you were so desperate for. And he was kind enough to acquiesce over and over through the night.

Even now, the people still whisper about that dreadful day when the Queen had invited the king and all his concubines to a banquet, how she had given them all beautifully baked apple tarts, how even though she had taken a bite of one of those apple tarts she had survived the deadly poison within them.

No one had dared to oppose you, dissenters were hushed, even people who would whisper insults about you would suddenly be found hanged in the town’s square.

The New Queen is a witch. The New Queen was granted powers by the Devil, himself.

The New Queen is always talking to her mirror.

You were crying again, hysterical and of course, only Illuso could soothe you.

Just as he had wanted.

“It’s so terrible what the peasants call you,” Illuso had murmured softly as you nuzzled closer to him, “they call you the Evil Queen, the Mad Queen, even.”

Illuso sighed as he cupped your tearstained face to wipe away your tears, “oh, if only they knew how lovely you really are.”

You clung to Illuso all the more, you held him as if he was your only hope and in a way he was. You don’t sleep well at night anymore. The images of that gruesome banquet forever imbedded in your mind. How they all retched and vomited blood after taking a bite of the apple tarts, how the king desperately grabbed your neck, trying to take you down with him until Illuso had appeared to slit his throat.

In this horrible, horrible world, you could lean only on Illuso. He was the only one in this world who really loved you, and how fortunate you were to find someone like him.

Illuso cups your cheeks, using the pads of his thumb to wipe away your tears.

So lucky, you were so lucky to find someone like Illuso. Illuso drinks in the devotion, the ardor in your eyes like it is the finest of wines. Smiling as he leans forward to seal a passionate kiss on your lips once more, you are only too desperate to please him.

“My darling, my Queen, my _____. You truly are the fairest of them all.”

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #play #side b #illuso x reader #illuso #vento aureo #golden wind #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra

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