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umekawa-eve · 2 years ago

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Summer's Finale

Carlo x Reader

The reason I deleted the previous post because I found so many spelling errors in it(like, Carlo became Calro or Caro; stalker become Hunter or something). Damn the translator.

Every summer, your parents would send you to your grandparents' house up in the mountains during the school break. Their reasoning was that the air up there was cleaner than in the city, and breathing in some fresh air would be beneficial for your health.

You were always frail and prone to illness since childhood. It seemed like you were either catching one illness or another throughout the year. Your parents had to take care of you while managing their work responsibilities, so summer vacation was an opportunity for them to take a breather by leaving you in the care of others. At least, that's how you perceived it.

You didn't dislike living in the mountains. Every morning, you would venture into the forest, playing and making friends with small animals and flowers. Sometimes you would go fishing with your grandfather. When you got tired, you would return home and relish the delectable dishes prepared by your grandmother. In the evening, you would sit on the backyard swing with your grandfather, gazing up at the vast expanse of the starry night sky. The stars were so big and bright there, a sight that couldn't be compared to anything you could see in the city. Your grandfather would point out constellations and share their stories with you.

Although your days in the mountains were joyful, you missed your father and mother who lived in the city. And now, you longed for your grandparents who resided in the heavens.

You didn't attend your grandparents' funeral back then because you didn't like shedding tears in front of others. You believed it would only make your grandfather and grandmother sad to see you cry.

Since your grandparents' passing, you never returned to the mountains.

You don't know when it started, but the house became so quiet, eerily quiet.

One evening, your parents sat at opposite ends of the couch, resembling two books, without much interaction. Just a while ago, as long as the door between the kitchen and the living room was left open, you would hear laughter. Sometimes your father would crack jokes, making you burst into laughter, and even your mother would smile. You didn't always grasp the jokes, but because everyone was laughing, you laughed along.

But somehow, your parents gradually reduced the frequency of their conversations, and sometimes they wouldn't even glance at each other. You tried to continue being the book and engage them in trivial chatter, but it felt cold. Coldness emanated from both ends of the couch, and your defrosting mechanisms couldn't handle it. You had to leave because that coldness would freeze your cheeks, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

A few months ago, you tried once: "Would you like to hear a joke I heard at school today?"

Your parents remained silent.

Your father was reading the article in his hands. He glanced at his daughter, his expression somewhat surprised, then lowered his head and continued reading.

The article he was reading was about a mysterious stone called "Ergo," with complex content that you couldn't comprehend. Your father was a member of the Alchemist Guild, busy with work and shrouded in mystery. He never told you what his work exactly entailed, nor did he allow you to enter his study.

Meanwhile, your mother didn't even lift her head, her eyes fixed on the sheet music, occasionally making amendments. Your mother was a musical composer, currently putting all her efforts into her comeback piece (she had given up her work previously to care for you when you were young).

"Why don't skeletons fight?" you decided to stick to the plan.

"Why?" Your father casually replied, flipping through the article.

"My dear, what did you just say?" your mother asked. She had just written what she believed to be her best lyrics yet.

For some unknown reason, you sat there motionless, drenched in sweat yet shivering with cold, a chilling sensation that penetrated to your very core. In the end, you had no choice but to escape from your distant parents and seek solace in your own room. There, you lay on your bed, burying your head in the pillow, weeping. From that moment on, you often closed the door, retreating into your own world.

Your father had a demanding job that frequently took him away on business trips to distant places, sometimes for an entire month. The last time he returned from an overseas trip, he brought you a cute little cat. You named him "Spring" because he arrived in your home during the springtime.

At that time, Spring had just turned one month old. He was merely the size of a palm, with sparse orange fur that made him resemble a little old man. But his eyes were large and round, with a small nose and soft, tender pads on his tiny paws. You loved squeezing them.

Spring was fierce towards others; if someone reached out to touch him, he would hiss, warning them that if they dared to touch him, he would not hesitate to sink his sharp fangs into their hands. However, Spring showed no aversion to your touch. Every time you approached him, he wagged his tail happily, greeting you. He intentionally rubbed against your hand, indicating his desire to be petted. And when you stroked him, he emitted a contented purr, as if thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Sometimes, he would jump onto the windowsill and gaze outside, lost in thought. Observing his increasingly mature figure, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. You thought to yourself, if you were taken away from your mother at birth, you would also feel heartbroken.

You loved Spring, and you loved your father for giving him to you. You believed that your father loved you too, but he didn't understand you, and you realized you didn't understand him either.

Although you had some friends at school, you still felt an indescribable loneliness. It wasn't the absence of people around you, but rather the absence of someone with whom you could share the depths of your innermost feelings.

Loneliness is like an unfathomable abyss, without end, without a destination, only darkness and emptiness. You stand alone at the edge of this abyss, gazing into its bottomless darkness, feeling as if you are plummeting into it, unable to escape. Loneliness is your deepest fear because you are alone in the midst of a crowd, and there is nothing more terrifying than that.

In school, it is inevitable to encounter troubles at times, but you never speak up about them. You portray yourself as cool on the surface, but deep inside, you are fragile. Sometimes, you also want to show vulnerability, to seek comfort, and to cry in your mother's embrace, pouring out the injustices you have faced. However, your self-esteem prevents you from doing so. At times, you also wonder when and how you became so awkward.

But home is not always peaceful either. Sometimes, your parents argue fiercely, unabashedly expressing their hatred for each other through their words. During those times, you would hide in your room with Spring, covering your head with a pillow, as if it could shield you from the unbearable insults.

At the beginning of the new semester, your parents, who care for you flawlessly, send you to a boarding school. There is another boy who transfers alongside you. He has curly black hair, chestnut-colored eyes, and a few freckles on his fair face. When introducing himself, he only mentions his name and refuses to say another word.

He is reserved and never initiates conversations. Classmates perceive him as peculiar, and they all find it difficult to accept him, but you, on the other hand, don't mind. Sometimes, you also dislike talking. Even after a long time since the start of the school year, he remains solitary, often seen nestled in the music room, playing the piano alone, completely immersed in his own world. When it rains, he doesn't use an umbrella, yet he never falls ill. You envy him for that.

Perhaps there is some hidden force at work, as you always seem to encounter him here and there. When you meet each other's gaze, you see familiarity in the eyes of this boy named Carlo—a familiar loneliness that you also see reflected in your own eyes when you look in the mirror. Yet, when you pass by each other, you always want to say something to him, but the words fail to escape your lips. So, you lower your head, avoiding his sorrowful eyes, pretending not to have noticed him.

Lonely individuals stand out too prominently in a crowd, attracting some unscrupulous individuals. One day, you witness a group of senior students bullying him. Without a second thought, you courageously step forward to confront those individuals. However, relying solely on your and Carlo's strength, you are no match for the powerful and imposing senior students. You both end up being at a disadvantage until another boy comes to your aid. Only with his help do you manage to defeat those students, although the three of you sustain injuries. But you believe that after this incident, no one will dare to bully him again.

The helpful boy who introduced himself as Romeo had a ghostly mane of golden hair and fair skin, resembling a prince straight out of a fairy tale. He carried himself with grace and elegance, and his voice was gentle and soothing. However, he was the most valiant among the three of you. In the recent altercation, he single-handedly defeated a senior student.

"Why did you help me?" the boy asked in the infirmary, his eyes fixed on the bandaged hand.

After contemplating for a moment, you replied calmly, "There isn't any specific reason. I simply detest injustice and unfairness."

"Same here," Romeo said. "How could I stand idly by when I see someone being bullied?"

Carlo remained silent for a while, then spoke up, "Why did you come to Monad Charity House?"

Romeo shrugged indifferently and replied, "I'm an orphan. I was sent here a long time ago."

You couldn't bring yourself to reveal the truth as candidly as Romeo did, so you spoke in a low voice, "My parents didn't have time to take care of me, so they dumped me here."

"Me too," Carlo chuckled self-mockingly, but there was a tinge of sadness in his tone. "My father is a puppet maker, and he invests more energy in his puppets than in me. Sometimes I wonder what my purpose of existence truly is. Why didn't he just make a puppet son instead?"

"Perhaps we are all just accidents," you muttered.

Instead of feeling offended by your words, Carlo burst into laughter. His hearty laughter infected both you and Romeo, and you couldn't help but laugh together until the nurse warned you, and the three of you stopped.

From that day on, the three of you became inseparable friends. Despite the whispers and gossip of your classmates, you paid no mind because you had each other's company.

The pressure of schoolwork often made you yearn for an escape, but you didn't know where to go.

"Learning all these things that I won't need in the future will rot my brain," Carlo complained. "I want to be a stalker, not an alchemist. Why do I have to study all this unnecessary stuff?"

"If you want to be a stalker, you still have to graduate from here. But right now, you can't even pass a simple quiz. You better just dream about it," Romeo taunted.

"That's my dream, alright. Can't I have dreams?" Carlo retorted with annoyance. "What about you? What's your dream? What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Romeo rested his chin on his hand and lightly tapped his lips with his index finger. "I also want to be a stalker."

Carlo narrowed his eyes. "How despicable! You're copying me."

Romeo rolled his eyes. "No, I did not. Don't make things up."

"Alright then. Y/n, what about you? What's your dream?" Carlo turned his head towards you, who had been diligently working on your math homework.

"Huh? Well..." Caught off guard by the question about your own dream, you couldn't answer immediately. After pondering for a while, you finally spoke up, "I want to be an alchemist."

Carlo and Romeo exchanged glances at each other, then turned their gaze back to you without uttering a word, just staring at you.

Unaccustomed to being the center of attention, you felt somewhat uneasy. So, you asked them, "What's going on? Why aren't you saying anything?"

They continued to silently stare at you for a while longer. Carlo was the first to break the silence, sighing before saying, "Ah, what a bore."

Romeo followed suit, sighing as well. "I thought your dreams would be more grand, like becoming a stalker."

"If word of that gets out, it wouldn't surprise me if you end up dead in the streets one day," you calmly retorted to Romeo. "And what's not great about being an alchemist? Sofia's father is an alchemist. He discovered the Ergo and supports this charity house. I think he's quite remarkable."

Carlo shook his head. "Alchemists are a bunch of hypocrites, driven solely by greed. Of course, I'm not targeting Sofia's father specifically, but all alchemists in general."

"Ah, typical Carlo! Saying things I dare not say," Romeo laughed.

"If alchemists are truly as you describe, then I'll be a breath of fresh air in the alchemy world," you half-jokingly, half-seriously said. Then, with long eyelashes lowered, you spoke in a detached tone, "I want to find a cure for petrification disease. Both my grandparents died from it."

You lowered your head, reminiscing about your departed loved ones, and a hint of bitterness welled up in your heart.

Carlo paused, no longer using sharp words to challenge you. He placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled faintly, saying, "Then I'll become your stalker, protecting you."

Romeo exaggeratedly shivered and rubbed his arms, saying, "Ugh, you're so cheesy, Carlo."

"Shut up," Carlo blushed, avoiding Romeo's gaze. However, his actions only made Romeo more eager to tease him.

Romeo leaned closer to Carlo, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Could it be... you have feelings for Y/n?"

"Uh—!" Carlo let out a sudden, awkward yelp, perhaps realizing his own indiscretion. He pretended to cough a few times to cover up his embarrassment and stammered, "Wh-who, who likes her? I'm just protecting her out of knightly spirit!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Romeo raised an eyebrow, looking at Carlo skeptically.

Romeo snorted. "I see. Well, just don't spout nonsense! I'm leaving!" With that, he picked up his assignment and quickly turned to leave the library.

Romeo turned to look at you, and you could only shrug helplessly.

"What about you? What kind of feelings do you have for Carlo?" he suddenly asked.

Caught off guard by the question, you hesitated for a moment before stammering, "I-I feel... what I feel towards Carlo..."

Deep down, you had always admired Carlo's talents and character, but you wondered if you had developed romantic feelings for him, the kind commonly referred to as love. You weren't entirely sure yourself. Although you couldn't be certain, you had similar emotions in your heart.

"I don't know either," you softly replied to Romeo.

Besides studying and doing assignments together, the three of you often wandered aimlessly, doing nothing in particular. Even though you didn't do much, you felt content because the feeling of companionship was wonderful.

Through your interactions with Carlo, you gradually understood why he enjoyed being in the rain. Standing there, allowing the pouring rain to drench you, there was a indescribable feeling. Under the relentless downpour, all worries were washed away, leaving only a pure sense of connection with nature.

When you were completely soaked by the rain, with your clothes sticking to your body and your hair softly clinging to your face, an unprecedented sense of liberation would envelop you. In that moment, you felt so light, as if all burdens had been washed away along with the rain.

Perhaps that was why Carlo was so fascinated by the feeling of rain. Only through the powerful impact of heavy rain could you both escape from the mundane world, briefly forgetting the realities that couldn't be avoided in daily life. Even if it was only for a short while, this experience of freedom far surpassed the ordinary.

Just that alone was enough to fill the emptiness and monotony in your heart. And perhaps, it was because of this that Carlo allowed himself to be engulfed by the rain time and time again.

Even though you would catch a cold after getting drenched in the rain, you had no regrets.

When the mid-semester arrived, your parents separated.

From that day on, you felt exhausted, unable to muster any energy to do anything. Whenever you thought about the fact that your parents no longer loved each other, an inexplicable sense of suffocation welled up in your heart.

If possible, you just wanted to sleep forever, to escape the weight and pain that burdened you.

Perhaps you could never regain your composure. You despised yourself for being so lifeless, yet you couldn't summon the strength to change that. You didn't know how to deal with these emotions, so you allowed yourself to drift along, at the mercy of the tides. You thought, if you couldn't rise above, why not sink beneath?

You spent quite a long time in this state of despondency until Carlo and Romeo uttered those words to you.

"Let's leave this place together!"

On that midsummer night, the three of you packed your bags and secretly escaped from the Monard Refuge. You traveled by train, a farmer's truck, and walked along mountain roads for a long time until you reached your grandparents' ancestral home. Apart from a bit more dust and the absence of two adorable old people, the interior remained unchanged, as if time had ceased to flow here, and your grandparents were just out for a walk, about to return any moment.

Carlo discovered grandfather's piano and began pressing a few keys, transforming the fragmented notes into a beautiful melody. Inspired, you picked up grandmother's violin and accompanied Carlo's tune with your fingertips and the bow.

The piano's unrestrained melody flowed like a free-spirited river, while the violin's delicate and melodious notes sailed alongside, like a small boat adrift. They journeyed side by side, chasing and evading each other, intertwining and leaning on one another, yet leaving enough space for the other to shine, completing a graceful composition.

As the piece concluded, Romeo sitting nearby applauded and handed you a bunch of freshly picked bluebells. You closed your eyes and smelled the flowers, but all you could detect was a faint scent of rust.

"Strange, why does it smell like blood?" an indescribable unease arose within you.

You opened your eyes again and noticed that the blue petals were covered in dark red streaks. Panicked, you lowered your head and discovered that the back of the hand holding the flowers was already stained with fresh blood.

Only then did you realize that the tingling sensation deep in your nasal cavity was due to your own nosebleed. You tried to wipe it away with the back of your hand, but the blood continued to flow incessantly, staining the entire bluebell. Startled, your hand loosened its grip, and the blood-soaked flower slipped from your palm and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Carlo looked at you with concern, his brown eyes filled with worry.

"I'm fine," you managed a weak smile, attempting to reassure him.

"Sit down for now, I'll go get a towel for you," Romeo said and walked away.

"Are you really okay?" Carlo asked, his expression still filled with doubt.

"Don't see me as so fragile. It's just a nosebleed," you said with a smile, trying to ease his concerns.

Carlo nodded, although he didn't seem entirely convinced.

When night fell, you wandered through the serene forest. At the end of the forest lay a beautiful lake. In the past, you often went fishing with your grandfather in a small boat.

In the stillness of the night, the lake appeared pitch black, adorned with stars that resembled scattered golden dust. The radiant moon hung high in the sky, its reflection resembling a jade disc sinking into the water. You paddled the small boat to the center of the lake and lay down, gazing up at the starry canopy. In the profound darkness, the starlight shimmered like a vast sea, captivating and captivating the imagination. No words were spoken, as you immersed yourselves in this mystical and enchanting starry night.

You wished time could freeze in this moment.

After this brief journey, you fell seriously ill, even more so than before. Throughout the day, you were only awake for one or two hours, spending the rest of the time in a semi-conscious state.

The dreams concocted by your feverish mind were terrifying and distorted. You dreamed of endlessly falling into an abyss of darkness, much like the protagonist of that well-known tale who fell down a rabbit hole in pursuit of a rabbit. However, she arrived in an incomprehensible realm after landing, encountering a group of peculiar individuals, while you simply continued to descend endlessly.

You struggled to grasp onto something, but found nothing around you. Your descent resembled a runaway roller coaster, with suffocating fear filling your chest. Finally, you woke up, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

At that moment, a small hand reached out immediately. You strained to open your heavy eyelids and saw a seated figure in blue, albeit blurred.

Your lips curled slightly upwards as you spoke with your frail, broken voice, "Oh, Carlo... I fell."

"Hey, but I caught you." Carlo said with a smile. "Would you like some water?"

"No, drinking water makes me nauseous now. How long have you been here?"

"I came right after school. I begged the principal for a long time to let me come see you."

You remained silent. Speaking was a laborious and unbearable task for you. So, you simply held onto Carlo's hand. But as you gazed at him, your face slightly lifted, you noticed a glimmer in his clear, wide eyes. You couldn't help but ask, "Did you cry?"

"No," Carlo denied vehemently.

"I saw your tears."

"It's just... some sand got in my eyes."

His actions only confirmed your suspicion. Thus, you said, "Did you think I was going to die, so you-"

"No, it's not like that," Carlo softly interrupted. "It's just that seeing you in so much pain made my heart ache. I was upset with myself because I couldn't take away your suffering or become you to bear it for you. And then, tears fell without me even realizing it. But I'm not crying."

"You fool."

Carlo looked up, his face filled with astonishment.

"You don't need to blame yourself at all." you said. "Even if you could become me, I wouldn't want you to endure this pain. I'm already grateful that you can be here with me."

Carlo didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words turned into a clear pool of water, with one teardrop after another gently sliding down from your eyes. And then, nothing remained.

※※※

As the summer drew to a close, she vanished.

It was a few hours before her passing when Carlo last spoke to her.

At her request, he wheeled her wheelchair and took her to the garden outside the hospital.

"The weather is lovely today," she said, gazing at the sky, her face slowly breaking into a gentle smile. "But I truly wish I could take another walk in the rain with you and Romeo."

Carlo listened perplexed, unsure why she was saying such things.

"There will be a chance, so you must live well," he replied.

She silently gazed into his eyes. "I'm sorry... but I am happy because I had the chance to know you all, and I truly like you all. I really like you. Become an extraordinary stalker, Carlo."

She smiled faintly, no longer saying anything more, and Carlo felt that he had been waiting a long time for these words.

Then they fell silent, just quietly observing the scenery.

Suddenly, the view before them became radiant. Thin clouds in the sky parted, allowing sunlight to pour over the earth, and the green grass and trees stood tall as if blessing the world.

This conversation became their final exchange. A few hours later, she passed away.

At the beginning of September, during a rainy autumn funeral, Carlo once again played the song they had performed together on the mountain during the summer, but this time without the accompaniment of the violin.

The melodies of summer, long gone, soared through the autumn, seeking their old fortress.

The flower language of Gentiana is "Falling in love with the melancholy you."

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lies of p x you #carlo x reader #drabble #random shit #SoundCloud

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ga-lily-o · 2 years ago

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Meet-cute Through a Window (Though it Shouldn’t be Possible)

Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of plague, a bit of swearing (couldn’t help myself, really), good ol puppet fear, I love P so much he’s so everything to me

P x (gn) reader

In the ruins of an ever rotting city, love is the last thing you’d expect to find. Rubble cannot foster the gentleness love necessitates, nor can it pretend to. In the ticking heart of a special puppet, filled with oil and ergo ever pulsing, love finds a way to fester. Pinocchio proves to be an exception to many things, and in loving you he has become an exception to the very notion that love cannot find purchase on the ledge of a burning society.

You meet through a window tucked away in the far corners of Krat, one you’d thought to be hidden from the puppet frenzy. It had been your honest mistake; a moment of forgetfulness wherein you peaked through the curtains and found yourself under his curious blue eyes. Crystalline and shining, they shocked you frozen to the spot. Any initial noise you might have let out dies with a weak flutter in your throat and you beg internally for this person to be a person and not a puppet.

A small whirr fills the air in the next second and your heart drops into your stomach. His expression is unchanging even in the face of your panic, but his shoulders sag (—holy shit is that a sword on his back?) in something like surrender and he tilts his head.

If you didn’t know any better, he might have just looked like a curious, yet apathetic boy peering at you through your window. With the sword on his back and the gentle whirr that rings in the silence, it’s hard not to know better. Never mind whatever the fuck is on his metal arm, you’re just ignoring that for the time being or you’re sure to go mental.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He whispers at the same time you say, “Please don’t kill me.”

If he’s surprised or hurt by what you say, he doesn’t (or probably can’t) show it. The words are muffled through the glass, but you’ve trained your ears to hear through the small opening at the bottom. He holds both palms open and says nothing else.

You… want to trust him, really. More than just the fact that his eyes are so pretty they shine like a fantastic lake straight out of a story book; or that his freckles paint him like an old, long dead painter might have painted the stars. You want to trust him in the open and gentle way he seems to offer up his hands and promise you more than what the rest of Krat has since the frenzy.

In the rubble of a burning city crashing in on itself, there is not a speck of gentleness to be spared. This— puppet has it in spades, and it draws you out of your panic just enough to pull the window open bit by bit. You do not break his gaze for a moment as you tug it up and open, and he is patient enough not to be the first to do so. Instead, he stretches a hand out to you and waits for your warm skin to meet the cold smooth synthetic surface of his own non-legion hand.

It would be just your luck if somehow puppets learned how to lie, too, but something tells you he means it wholly and honestly when he insists he will not hurt you. The whirring picks up gently, almost imperceptibly quicker, but you don’t pay it any mind. The edges of your instincts are sharp with distrust, but you lay your hand and life in the hands of this puppet and find yourself minding it less and less with each second.

A loaded pause passes— you stare down at your hands barely touching and he watches you with that same, frozen expression. You thickly swallow before you wrap your fingers around his hand and look up right into those beautiful blues.

“Would you… like to come in?”

Now, you don’t have much experience in how to fuel (feed?) an automaton; wasn’t your job before the frenzy and certainly hasn’t become since, but you could learn. It’s a silly thought to have, but you haven’t had a guest in god knows how long and a sharing a cup of tea sounds lovely (if puppets could even have tea). And — sure, maybe openly inviting the literal enemy of every human being in Krat into your house isn’t the smartest thing to do, but you can’t help it. More than just his pretty face, his gentle hand caresses yours so softly and the nod he gives is so warm that in the loneliness of having been the last sentient thing in the area, you couldn’t help but falter.

The world around you tastes of ash and rubble, but you meet someone who seems to bring about a breath of fresh air. His eyes are bright like ergo, and his hair fluffs like a black cloud. When he nods ever softly, something whirrs and clicks in the air. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and you don’t know if it’s really out of fear anymore.

Your world ended in a frenzied flurry of plague and massacre; it started again when you peaked through your window and met him.

#lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lop x reader #reader inser drabble #First game fandom I’ve ever written for #Usually it’s shows #or films #I prefer to write on ao3 but was too short to be put on there #Lee’s writing ✍️

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artmunstudios · 2 years ago

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Your springs are reacting. You feel...embarassed.

I don't have the time to draw this out in a complete comic like I'd like to, so enjoy the drabble below in its stead! I was inspired from this scene from Hellboy. Also...a mild excuse just to write these two idiots at their peak dynamic. (to sum up: Pinocchio, a good influence on P? Questionable. A good brother from another reality? Perhaps. The Lampwick they are discussing is not the canon one, but @/wildartsstuff’s)

"Alright, let's see it," Pinocchio waved a hand out as he stepped into the room. "It is nothing," Pino had insisted yet again. His springs reacted to the lie, he thinks, but he was too distracted by the approaching puppet. “It is just a record.” “Nothing, huh?” Pinocchio pressed. “Yes. I enjoy listening to them?” “Yeah—and you always listen to them downstairs in the lobby, not in one of the furthest rooms away from where everyone else sleeps. You don’t even have Gemini on your belt.” “He is resting.” “Right.”

A long silence passed between them.

Wood was lighter than metal—that was just a simple fact. While Pino had become very light on his feet, the weight difference could not be ignored as he tried to keep the record album cover out of reach. Standing up only helped so much, despite the height difference. Instead, Pinocchio simply jumped on the bed, and without hesitation snatched the record album cover from Pino’s hand.

“…’Love Sonnets of Krat”…?” Pinocchio squinted as he read the title out loud. The two puppets exchanged looks. “Oh…buddy…” his brows raised as Pino shrunk back a little. “…don’t tell me this is about Lampwick.” At that, Pino finally slumped back to sit on the bed again. Pinocchio plopped down beside him. “He…makes me feel. He has been kind…and he teaches me things I never thought I would learn.” “You really need to get out more,” Pinocchio sighed as he lounged back. He grimaced. “Oh…fuck me, I’m starting to talk like Anthony.” He hung his head back with a groan. “Great…” Something about the look Pinocchio gave him made his springs and gears tighten. He assumed this was…irritation? “I really care about him.” They stared at each other. Pinocchio nodded, sympathetically. He pushed himself off the bed, and Pino watched the puppet rummage through the drawers and cupboards of the extravagant room. He made a satisfied sound at some point, pulling out a bottle of…if he recalled, the old woman by Venigni’s factory called it a ‘tipple’…?

He heard a popping sound, and Pinocchio walked back to sit beside him again.

“You’re in love,” Pinocchio concurred, and he held the bottle in his direction. “—have a drink.” Pino shook his head. “Can you drink?” “Yes��I can drink things, it’s the eating that I can’t really do.” “Do you wanna try?” His gaze shifted. “…I don’t think Father would approve,” “You have to go anywhere?” “Well…no, Venigni has to decode a—” “Just take a swig.”

He took the bottle, looking over the label before hesitantly raising the bottle to his lips. The flavor was strong, strong enough to make his joints jolt. He looked at the label again, quietly feeling a warmth fill his stomach. It felt somewhat similar to the warmth that would come when his springs would react to a lie, but…something told him this was different. “Good, yeah?” He stared at the bottle in wonder. “An old woman asked me to bring her some, once,” “She said that it was important for her to have.” Pinocchio snorted. “Oh yeah? “…Why not talk to your Geppetto about…what you’re feeling?” “…I…do not think Father would approve…” “Yeah? That a fact…” Pinocchio watched as he took another sip from the bottle before scooting back to lean against the pillows. Pino mimicked him, and the two sat side by side. “…Which song was it?” “The last one, I think.” Pinocchio flipped the album cover over in his hands, looking through the lists of songs. He looked up at Pino as though he were a sodding wet puppy lost in the storm that currently raged outside the hotel. “…’Aimer’…?” When he got a nod for an answer, Pinocchio heaved a long sigh. “Yeap, I’m gonna need a drink, too.” “It’s a nice song,” Pino insisted as he watched Pinocchio stand and walk over to the record player to place the needle at the beginning again. “I like it a lot.” “Ain’t that just the way,” Pinocchio sighed. “What way?” “It’s a metaphor, kid. Grimme that bottle.” Pino silently handed the bottle over to Pinocchio as he plopped back down on the bed. It surprised him, a little, that he could handle such a thing so palatable despite being a puppet. Wasn’t the feeling overwhelming?

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the music that played while passing the bottle between each other.

By halfway through the second listen-through of the album, only a little less than a third was left. “Have you ever been in love…?” “Oh yeah,” Pinocchio scoffed loudly. “Lots’a times.” He took a long drink. “Fuckin’…fuckin’ sucks,” he said as he passed the bottle. “What did it feel like, for you?” “Like…like…you’re gonna throw up your insides,” Pinocchio gestured vaguely. “Your insides an’ butterflies an’ flowers…get all…warm ‘n fuzzy—just wanna curl in their arms all the time, feelin’ safe ‘n warm…” Pino was thoroughly confused, and he frowned. “But that doesn’t sound bad at all…” “You ever throw up before?” “No…I don’t think so,” Pinocchio was insulted. “Oh—oh he jus’ keeps on winnin, don’tcha?!” He said, snatching the bottle when it was held out to him. He glared into it. “Get to look all…human on the outside, like a…perfect pretty-boy,” he turned the bottle end upright when he drank. “—even the people tryin’a kill you think yer…all hot, an’ now he’s sayin’ he never even…puked on the sidewalk,” he slumped back in a huff, and considered. “Well…just wait ‘till mornin’—you’ll change your tune then. Probably, if you actually can,” Pinocchio grumbled, absently tugging at the necklace under his shirt. “‘Ssat…?” Pino asked, gingerly taking back the bottle. “Whus what?” “Ssat—“ Pino poked at Pinocchio’s chest. “Keep my ‘gagement ring on a necklace,” Pinocchio said, pulling on the chain to hold up the plain gold ring attached to it. “Lose it if I didn’t—doin all…flips an’ stuff fightin…” “Who is she?” Pinocchio snorted. “His name is Razel. Think you’re the only gay…puppet twink?” He waved Pino over. “Gimme that, ‘m gettin ‘nother sip,” Pino pouted as he handed Pinocchio the bottle. “Don’t gimme that look,” “You…don’t like me, do you.” It came out more like a statement than a question. And for what it was worth, it did catch Pinocchio off guard. He stared at the automation for a long while. Eventually, he sighed. “No, I…didn’ ever say that—I don’t…not like you?” “You get angry at me all the time…and…everything about my…being, seems to upset you,” Pinocchio hung his head with an even longer sigh. “No, I…fuck, okay, look,” he pacifyingly handed the wine to Pino. “—allathat…it’s…that all ‘cause’of my own problems, got nothing to do with you,” he watched as Pino took a tentative sip before glancing away. “Ah…I dunno…jus’…jealous of you, guess...even if it’s all gone to hell here, you’ve still got it somehow made here!” He gestured widely. “You live in this fancy five-star hotel, you’ve…got friends, and actually manage to keep ‘em, your papa actually seems to like you…you didn’t even really have to learn to fight, allathat came natural!” He grimaced at the ceiling. “Then…there’s me—stuck in this…block’a wood, just about every friend I came across as a kid pretty much died…an’…papa…my papa’s…gone. Not that he liked me much, anyway…” Pino looked around the extravagant bedroom, his gaze settling on the window. He stared quietly at the raindrops that slid down the glass. “…You…can feel things,” Pino said, his voice quiet. “You always could have…you never needed to learn. You…can get angry, frown, and smile,” “You can do that too, though,” “Not smile. Smiling is…difficult. It looks…’uncanny’, that’s what I heard.” Pino looked down at his legion arm, flexing his fingers. “Appearances only go so far…when people hear my gears…they usually turn. I’m…not a who—I’m a what.” "'...s'all stuff you can learn, though..." "You can cry." "Can't you?" "I don't think so—I don't think I have tear ducts." They looked at each other, something in that silence making the two sober up a little. Pinocchio glanced away. “Right…guess…there’s always gotta be somethin’,” he mumbled. “I don’t like killing things, all the time…” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio said. “What do I do after this is done…?” “Fuck if I know that answer—I barely knew what I was doing when I was actually a human.” They both grew silent again, somehow feeling drunker in those few minutes than when they had gotten halfway through the wine bottle.

“Bah, that’s it—sober moment over. Where…where is your lover-boat, anyways?” Pinocchio snuck in an extra sip before Pino had clumsily taken the bottle. “He…he’s…he…” Pino struggled to finish the thought. “Treasure.” He decided on. Pinocchio hummed. “Right, yeah…s’a…thing here, yeah…” Pino peeked into the bottle, fascinated by the way the red liquid rolled inside. He swayed side to side. He looked at Pinocchio as though he had suddenly sprouted butterfly wings from his ears. “…Huh?” “I said—” Pinocchio stopped, briefly forgetting just what he had said. “I said—what kind of market does this place even have?” “Oh, it’s…it’s…it’s…” Pino’s brows furled as he absently drank from the bottle. He had downed half of what was left without even realizing he had done it, for he was too focused on thinking. “Hey, hey—” Pinocchio swatted at his hands, managing to pry the bottle away when they became unsteady. “—you gotta…gotta take it easy, you can’t jus’ go an’—” “…s’like…jus’ one…” Pinocchio squinted at Pino as if he had suddenly sprouted the ears of a jackass. “Huh?” “Only…really…see one…” Pino motioned vaguely. “’ryone’s…i’side—inside…houses,” he made a box shaped gesture. “Windows’all…shut…’cept for…sometimes,” “Like tipple lady,” Pinocchio concluded. “Yes,” “Yeah,” “Mmhm.” “Got it.” Pinocchio took a sip, and then another. “Okay so…treasure…guy…” “Lam’wick,” “Yeah, that guy,” Pinocchio passed the bottle back, and heaved a deep sigh. “I wish Anthony were here…he’d know what to do—what to tell ya. He’s’a cricket, so ya know he’s real smart an'all, an’ gives good advice an’ stuff…” “Cricket…” Pino said, moodily staring down the bottle. “…Glow.” “Nope, not mine,” “No glow?” “No glow. He’s…” Pinocchio gestured high above his head. “..s’all tall an’…an’ he’s a doctor, he's…doctor, so all extra-smart…” They both grew quiet. “…I don’t…think he’d…like me,” “Wick,” “Mm-mm. Doesn’t like…puppets. Calls Father an me…devil,” Pino frowned. “’M notta devil, m' a…puppet,” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio chorused. “Cross a bingo, take a shot—nobody ever likes us wherever we are,” Pino turned the empty bottle upside down. “Fox…an’ cat,” “Oh you got a pair too, huh,” “Cat…called me…dumbass,” “’bout right.” “Wick wouldn’…want a dumbass,” “Fuck that cat,” Pinocchio slurred aggressively. “You’re not—you’re…smarter n’…probably any version of us out there,” he shook Pino, drawing his attention away when the automation tried to use the wine bottle like a telescope. “’Sides, bein’…bein’ kinda a dumbass is our personal brand’a specialty. If Wick don’t want that then…then…he can…stick…” he squinted, trying to concentrate. “…’m too drunk to think of a insult, but…but that’s what you should think if that’s how he gets,” Pinocchio concluded as he flopped onto his back. He waved a finger in the air, mumbling something, but Pino was having a hard time concentrating on much else, at this point. He blew into the bottle, the loud sound coming from it startling him.

Polendina knocked before entering the room, Gemini in hand. “Excuse me, but your lantern keeps requesting to be with you, and it is important to not leave your items unattended…” he stopped short, watching the pair of raven-haired puppets snooze away while slumped over one another. “What the heck happened here?!” Gemini cried as Polendina stepped around to get a closer look. “Ah.” He picked up the empty bottle, having long since been abandoned at the bedside. “Ohh, I don’t think Geppetto would like this one bit,” Gemini said. “There is no need to say anything,” Polendina concluded. He set the empty bottle on the dresser, and placed Gemini at the bedside table. “After all, there are seldom moments of rest.” “True…I’ll keep an eye on them, regardless.” “I shall come by later to check in.” Polendina said, leaving for the door. He stopped, thinking for a moment before closing it.

Perhaps he should prepare some hot towels for when they wake.

#artmuns drabbles #drabble #fanfiction #fanfic crossover #pvp drabble #pvp comic #lies of p #oc #pinocchio #sketch #pinocchio geppetto #no goodnights #original character #fanart #wilds lampwick #i don’t have a full out story #or really plan on making one #these are just fun snippets really

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redsnowsystem · 1 year ago

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I got bored so I moved all my Lies of P smutty thoughts and drabbles over to one AO3 book.

Read them here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52719157/chapters/133371085

#lies of p #reading #giangio #original character #smut #gay #writing #drabble #piangio #Parlo #p x oc #not my oc #but also sometimes my oc #Mendax is my oc #mendax #ao3 writer #i swear i will fix its tags at some point i promise #red snow stuff #red snow sys

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fushitoru · 9 months ago

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finish her! a toji fushiguro oneshot

pairing ⸺ wrestler!toji x reader

summary ⸺ you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here) creds to @/reynisxxsimart on twitter for art!

warnings ⸺ nasty, NASTY smut, VERY public sex, WWE but pornhub edition, you’re a wrestler fighting toji, so some violence but nothing graphic, fem!reader, HUMILIATION, degradation, you're literally fucked in an arena of people, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (f! recieving), boobplay, very inaccurate depiction of wrestling/WWE, not edited we die like toji

a/n im going to sit in the corner and think about what i just wrote

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the muffled sounds of the crowd’s deafening roar seem to swirl in the space around you, each cheer vibrating through your chest like distant thunder. you take a long, cool sip of water, a welcome contrast to the warm air backstage. lounging back, you let the chair support your weight, your muscles still humming with the residual tension of anticipation. utahime’s fingers work into your shoulders, and her voice filters through the buzzing atmosphere, calm and steady as she gives you a rundown of the night ahead, though her words seem to blur slightly at the edges—just background noise to the constant hum of adrenaline.

“in front of a crowd—do you understand? and the rules are no fucking, unless all clothes are off first.”

“right,” you affirm, albeit hesitantly. you’re feeling a bit jitterish in anticipation of what’s to happen, despite having trained months to hone your ability as a wrestler. look, wwe itself can get really suggestive at times, with people giving wedgies, removing certain articles of clothing, or even letting the crowd cop a feel of the defeated to serve as humiliation. not only does it improve publicity, but it also increases viewership of all the horny bastards on the internet to circle the televised clip around in their subreddits or discord servers.

but what you were going to do today—that was a bit…extreme. it was like bridging the gap between soft core and hard core, with the humiliation turned up to a hundred. because today, you were going to wrestle the man that all female–and male–wrestlers could even dream of having their hands on, even if for a slight moment.

toji fushiguro.

a man of impressive build—entering a ring with him only meant defeat. he’s had numerous career wins, far exceeding any other. hell, you shouldn’t even be matched to wrestle with him today; he outweighs and outranks you by far. the only thing you really have running for you is the sheer amount of fans you have, ready to tune in to your fights and edit your moves and time spent in the fighting ring to songs like “chun li” and “maneater.” so, sure, you don’t exactly anticipate a win today in that stadium that’s waiting for you, but you’re no less of a wrestler in your own right. you won’t go down without a fight.

however, today was no normal fight. the wwe had suddenly decided that their viewership was too low, that extreme measures needed to be taken to boost. so, ironically enough they had decided to change the rules just before your momentous match:

all wrestlers must consent to having all and any articles of clothing removed from their person, particularly for sexual intercourse as a reward for the winner.

so, WWE (Pornhub’s Version) (In The Vault).

and your luck dictated that this paradigm shift for the organization occur just before your most anticipated match with toji. again, you knew that no amount of training could prevent you from getting utterly humiliated, but it was almost like the gods were laughing down on you, eager to rub in your impending defeat once more. because you were going to get your shit fucked up—-literally.

“it’s going to be fine,” utahime assures you, and you snap back to the present from your thoughts at the sound of her voice. “just think about the publicity this’ll get you! not that you don’t have any fans of yourself, but there are going to be a lot of people tuned in because of fushiguro.”

you take an inhale in and nod. “yea, that’s true. i just want to get it over with.”

as if answering your prayers, gojo satoru, the mc, burst into your dressing room. “it’s your time to shine, buttercup!” he grins, ushering you out the door. albeit a bit nervously, you stand up and make your way into the hallway that leads directly into the middle of the arena. “you’re going to do great!”

as soon as you walk closer and closer to the arena, the screams get louder and louder, the music booming and causing the floor under you to vibrate. the sounds of people surround all your senses, wrapping you up and causing your heartbeat to go faster and faster.

reaching the end of the hallway, the arena is filled with light, and you have to blink to get a hold of your sight. surrounding the center boxing ring are stands upon stands of people, hustling and bustling. at the sight of you, cameramen stationed around in various spots through the arena furiously angle their cameras towards you. not only are journalists and the media snapping pictures, blinding you with the flash, but you see yourself displayed on the big screens visible to everyone in the arena. you smile and wave, causing your fans to scream as they register that you have walked in.

then, a realization washes over you. these are the same screens that are going to be projected whatever's going to happen during the fight and when you lose.

oh god.

you walk forward, trying to keep up your smile and wave to all of your fans that outstretched their hands, trying to cop a feel and/or get a high five. most of your fans are male (to no one's surprise), and you can feel their eyes roving over you appreciatively, taking in your outfit. it was simple and tight; shorts that just barely covered your ass and was snug around your hips, and a low cut top that couldn't even be called a top. your cleavage was on full display, and the top stopped just below your waist. typically, this is your wrestling attire you wear to a normal match, but you couldn't help but wryly notice that today, your neckline was cut lower than usual. the wwe was really trying to milk this, huh?

you stood just below the boxing ring, eyes anxiously scanning the arena, unconsciously searching for the man you were set to fight. but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't spot his tall, muscular figure either in the ring or in the seat he was supposed to occupy with his manager.

a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to find utahime behind you, a concerned look on her face. "everything alright?"

"yeah," you said, waving her off with a forced smile. "but where is he?"

utahime pointed toward the boxing ring, and then you saw it—a glimpse of black hair.

"alright," you said, swallowing nervously. "i'm heading into the ring. wish me luck."

"wait!" utahime called out, but you were already too far to hear her. gripping the ropes at the edge of the ring, you hauled yourself up and strode toward the center, determined to get a better view. and there, just on the far side of the ring, hidden from your previous angle, was toji fushiguro.

he was lounging back, relaxed, his posture almost lazy as he faced his manager, shiu kong. you couldn’t see toji's face from this angle, but his body language indicated that he was the epitome of ease. shiu was saying something to him, and from your best attempt at lip reading, you could just make out the words, "don't break the rules today."

toji, on the other hand, didn't seem to be looking at him (giving 0 fucks, something so classically toji), focusing now towards the big screens everyone else saw in the arena. you turned your gaze towards them as well, only to be taken aback when it was you, a compilation of your best moments in the ring, narrated by gojo.

“and today, fellas, we’re going to see the bombshell y/n—the maneater, as coined by her fans—-competing! while her opponent is fushiguro, don’t be fooled—she can pack a mean punch. look at this fight with mei mei; she sweeped the floor with her face!”

satisfied, you looked around, the arena bustling with people getting drinks, being enraptured with your fight on the screen, or pointing at you or toji. toji, on the other hand, was chuckling and shaking his head at your fight, observing as you gave the bitch mei mei a wedgie. which kind of made you flustered, because you had developed a crush on the guy observing him from afar or in passing, so you just focused on shaking out your legs and arms in nervousness.

gojo similarly announced toji’s fights and compilation, gassing him up for the crowd and it was then that toji finally turned around, uninterested in whatever was going on, and caught your eye. you stared back, breath held involuntarily.

his eyes had a predatory glint to them, and he smiled, charmingly in a way that showed off his scar, and they scanned up and down your figure, taking in what you were wearing—or rather, letting his imagination run. nervously, your heart sped up as you clenched your thighs up in anticipation or anxiety, you couldn’t choose which, as your mind began running at the speed of light thinking about what was going to happen today.

today, you weren’t only going to wrestle toji fushiguro. you were going to fuck him.

but you’re jolted out of your thoughts as gojo’s obnoxious voice blares through the speakers. “give it up for thee wwe goat, toji fushiguro!”

screams reach an all time high as his smirk is broadcasted to the audience, biceps bulging and flexing as he heaves his way up on the ring, joining you. he waves lazily, roars at an all time high as he stalks his way to you, and you squeeze your nails into your palm out of nervousness.

when gojo announces your name, the male screams rise up in volume, causing you to giggle and fushiguro to roll his eyes from what you can see in the corner of your eye. you give a dainty wave, choosing to wink and blow a kiss to the camera in front of you, causing your fans to scream even louder.

“you sure got a lotta fanboys, darling.” you jump as toji has now bent down to whisper in your ear, literally sending shivers down your spine.

you force out a laugh. “and you're at no shortage of fangirls yourself, fushiguro.”

he gives you a nonchalant hum, assuming his original position. as gojo continued to yap about the stakes of the round today, the recent rule change, a referee walked over to you both, coming in closer so that you would be able to hear him over the chaos of the arena.

“so, you’re both aware of the rules, right?” he both looked at you, to which you nodded and toji’s smirk widens. “you gotta get the other’s clothes completely off, and the first one to do that wins.”

you gulp, eyeing what toji was wearing today. it was his signature garb, the one he wore to almost every match without fail: grey pants with various sponsorships sewed on, and a black compression shirt. it was definitely very minimal compared to what a lot of the other wrestlers wore, but it was iconic, giving him a lazy, laid back aura that no other wrestler could truly emanate.

it wasn’t anything hard to take off in particular.

both of you affirmed your consent to the referee, who then took a step back after wishing you both good luck. you turned, facing toji face on, who had his hand on his hip. “try to last long, okay?” he smirks, patting your shoulder with his other hand. “i’ll try to drag this out as much as i can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

you glare, but there isn’t much intensity to it because you know he’s much stronger than you. there isn’t much to get angry about. “yea, yea,” you huff. “for all i know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

he barks out a laugh and looks at the referee, who has one hand raised, the other one poised on his whistle, ready to blow and start the round. it’s starting soon. then, he looks back to you and smiles. “let the games begin.”

the referee blows the whistle.

at once, you launch yourself towards toji, trying to jump on him to get him off his feet with your weight. instead, he dodges easily and leaves you hurtling towards the floor, making you poise yourself on your hands and feet upon impact. you roll over just as toji tries to tackle you and pin you against your original position on the floor and quickly get up.

however, as you’re steadying yourself on your feet, toji grabs your ankle, causing you to lose your balance and giving him the advantage to pin himself on top of you, his mouth breathing heavily next to your ear, whispering so it was just the two of you that could hear his words. “what do you think i should take off first?” he laughs deeply, the vibration causing you to shiver and try to squirm to get out of his hold, to no avail. “should it be these?” he snakes his hands down to grope your tits, giving them a firm squeeze, much to the arena’s pleasure. “or should i take these off of you?” he slaps your ass, making you blush furiously.

“fuck you,” you hiss as his hands catch on the edge of your shorts.

he gives you a sweet, small kiss on your temple. “don’t worry, baby,” he smiles. “you’ll be doing that anyways.” and with that, he pulls at your shorts until the waistband’s elastic rips, leaving your shorts in tatters until he throws the remains of it away, baring your panty-covered ass to the crowd, which immediately grows wild.

you crane your neck to look at the screen, which is currently focused on toji’s hands feeling up your ass, dipping inside your underwear to knead the flesh. your heart is pounding, the thought i need to get the upper hand flashing continuously across your mind. it’s almost as if you’re drowning, the noises of the crowd blurring together until it was only you and toji’s weight on you. you barely heard the announcer exclaim, “toji is currently in the lead!” as you focused on calculating your next move.

it was time to pull out all the stops.

turning your head until you were making eye contact with him, you bit your lip, momentarily distracted him with the 180 turn of your actions, now nonchalant rather than the flailing you were doing earlier. then, you raised your hips, meeting your backside with his crotch in an effort to catch him off guard and to make him lose balance. then, you maneuvered yourself so your thighs surround toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. this momentarily distracted and weakened toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. you quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. the whole stadium, in fact, can see his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

smirking while peering down at him, you slowly grind your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, making a show of spinning around his shirt with your hand to mock him. toji’s eyes darken, but a mirthless smile flashes across his face anyways. “damn, take me out to dinner first.”

you flash him one of your own humorless smirks, happy that you got at least one thing against him. “i don’t fuck anyone before the first day, honey. this is just another cheap fuck.” with that, you yank his head back with his hair roughly, making a show of motorboating his pecs, as if to mock him.

instead of getting angry, he chuckles darkly. “you’re going to regret that. i was going to drag this out, princess, but i gotta fuck the brat out of you.” with that, he spins you around just as quickly—if not quicker—pinning you against the ground with your hands held above your head in one hand in a vice grip, the other groping its way down your body. he buries his face in your neck, salaciously licking the length of it. with his free hand—now stationed around your tits—he grabs at the hem of your top, pulling it up so everyone could see your lace bra. mockingly, he plants his face in the middle of your tits, moving his head side by side to motorboat you just as you had done to him, the soft plush of your tits encompassing his face.

the crowd cheers, even more so than they had when you had ripped his shirt off, as toji completely rips the top off as you squirm, making the removal even easier for him. you can feel all eyes on you as toji reaches for the clip of your bra, unhooking it and making your tits pop out. helplessly, you look at the screen, your writhing making them move in a jiggling motion, sweat shining and giving you the “oiled-up” look. he takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “what a sensitive girl,” he coos. “too bad she was too weak. now she’s going to have to take my cock.”

with that, he teasingly closes the distance between the waistband of your panties and his teeth, mouth snagging on the elastic. slowly, he drags them down, unveiling your glistening pussy for all eyes to see, and the crowd goes wild, chanting random requests at toji to do the most heinous things to you. as soon as you’re completely naked, he grabs you by the waist, propping you up against one of the corner posts. you’re now standing up, tearfully facing the arena as the wrestler kneels behind you, burying his face and nosing his way until your pussy, lapping up your wetness.

at the unexpected feeling of his tongue, you yelp, and toji slaps your ass. “stay still.” acquiescing, he licks up long stripes and shakes his head to grind his nose into your cunt, pleasuring you while humiliating you in front of everyone, forcing you to succumb to the pleasure he’s making you feel. while licking you, he groans. “fuck, this pussy is so sweet. i’ve run out of patience, fuck the performance part.”

with that, toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees on the floor and pulls down his pants. you don’t even look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

he drags his cock teasingly through your folds, and then brings it out to slap it against your ass, humming appreciatively at the recoil. then, as if he’s lost patience, he’s slowly entering you, pushing against your pussy’s resistance as he penetrates you in front of the whole arena. “fuck!” he groans, getting a better grip on you as he pushes your head down on the mat and fully goes to pound town.

the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “the fuck this pussy’s so tight for? thought you were a slut?”

you’re tearing up, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot straight on making you clench hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pummeling you and his hands on your body, feeling you up. clearly, he knew how to pleasure a woman, and it made you all the more annoyed. you were fucked out, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “you’re not turning me on, small dick.”

he did not like that very much.

toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? why is she dripping, you whore?” as if to demonstrate his point, he brings his fingers to rub at your clit furiously, collecting the wetness that had dripped down from your hole then shoving his fingers into your mouth. “suck.” when you did just that, suckling at his fingers while hollowing your hot, wet heat around the appendages.

at that, he groaned. “what a little cockwhore. shoulda made you suck my dick instead.”

in retaliation, you bite his fingers, hard, and then spit them out. “i would’ve bit your micro off.”

toji hisses, grabbing the hair at your scalp and pulling on it until your face was up, his mouth at your ear. “just for that, i’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.” he speeds up, moving his hips faster and fast. the hand that wasn’t at your hair is now sneaking his way down your back, until you gasp.

because he’s inserted his thumb inside your ass.

“oh, ho ho,” he laughs mockingly. “you liked that, didn’t you?” you offer him no response, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of the sheer amount of pressure you were feeling down there, being doubly stuffed. by now, your orgasm has been steadily building because of the sheer power of toji’s stroke game, but as soon as he hits your spot one last time, your eyes roll back, causing you to arch your back and writhe due to the intensity of your orgasm.

you’re breathing heavily, toji fucking you roughly through it. once you’ve gotten a hold of your sense, you come back to reality as you realize that the crowd has adopted a rhythm to their chants, your fans and his screaming the same thing.

cum! cum! cum!

and toji only chortles as he continues your thirst, looking at you once again, and you can tell that he’s staving his orgasm back just after experiencing your clenches with the way he’s biting his lips, sweat running down from his temple to his abs. “what do you say, baby? wanna give the crowd what they’re asking for?”

all it takes is a whimpered please, and toji just does what the crowd asks of him. ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear toji declared as winner.

as you exhaustedly lift your head up, you see that cameras are out all around you, focused on the screen. you’re flustered when you realize the billboard is displaying toji’s cum seeping out of you.

A hand on your shoulder. “you good?” toji’s looking at you, eyes twinkling.

you let out a breath. “yea,” you laugh, out of breath. “good round.”

and he’s huffing, giving you a hand to get on your back. you can only lie on the ground as he barks for clothes to be put on you and for some water. then he turns to look at you once more, eyes twinkling. “wanna go for more in my hotel?”

kinktober masterlist | general masterlist

a/n i was going to have him carry u up near to the stands where your fans could grab at ur titties but this is alr depraved as it is. now im going to take a breather from tumblr for the rest of this week becasue WHEW ch5 gojo yesterday and finished this today i am ON A ROLL. see you guys for next week's kinktober fic (comment if you want to be tagged)! much love<3

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Yunho fic recs

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✴ : smut ᯓᡣ𐭩 : absolute favourites

[Last updated: 07.04.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Across Stardust - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | soulmate au, idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader (ONGOING)

you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.

Summer nights | Summer's End - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommates au (COMPLETED)

he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.

Guard Dog | part 2 - @beenbaanbuun | hybrid au, hybrid!yunho

Ok, Cowboy - @everyonewooeverywhere (✴) | strangers to lovers au, cowboy mechanic!yunho (ONGOING)

when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Guerilla | bonus - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | serial killer doctor!yunho x crime fiction writer!reader (COMPLETED)

you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sudden + (A)cute - @eoieopda | friends to lovers au

jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.

Stupid In Love - @koyagifs | soon to be parent!au

yunho so excited to become a father, he was determined to make your babymoon the most memorable memory for you.

Antithesis - @kitten4sannie ✴ | spiderman/venom bf!yunho

your boyfriend is going through a phase.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sixth Sense - @pirateprincessblog | spiderman au, enemies to lovers au, spiderman!yunho x villain!reader

while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.

Pressure Points - @jinkoh ✴ | physiotherapist!yunho

your physical therapy is getting very physical

Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together.

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

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#mist🫧 recommends #ateez fic recs #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez imagines #yunho fic recs #yunho x reader #yunho smut

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Hello! Can u make nam-gyu baby trapping💜💜

◟contents. — unprotected p in v ⋆ manipulation ⋆ baby trapping ⋆ drabble + character study ⋆ MDNI 18+ ◟note. — this is just diabolical… i love it

it’s not an accident that he came inside you. not really. but nam-gyu plays it off like one.

he fucks you so good and deep, slow at first, then rough, hands gripping your hips. pushing you flat against the mattress, pressing into you until there’s nowhere left to go (not that there’s anywhere else you want to be)

“f-fuck, you feel so good,”

he groans, pushing in deep, grinding his hips against yours. his voice is wrecked, and it only makes you cling to him harder, letting out a choked moan when he buries his face in your neck. his thrusts turn sloppy, erratic, and something in the back of your mind prickles with warning, but before you can say anything, his grip locks around your waist.

“fuck, baby, i—” it’s barely a warning before he shoves himself in to the hilt, grinding deep, staying there. warmth floods your core, and your mind snaps out of the haze of pleasure.

“w-wait, you—” you gasp, trying to push at his shoulders, to wiggle away, but he just presses in closer, a satisfied hum vibrating in his chest.

“should’ve told me sooner,” lips dragging languidly along the curve of your jaw, voice dipping into a syrupy tone. “look at that,” he purrs, tilting his head in mock wonder. “so messy, baby.” two fingers dip between your legs, pressing against the mess he’s made inside you, pushing it deeper.

you shudder. nam-gyu chuckles.

he doesn’t give you a chance to argue. instead, he rolls you onto your back, dragging his fingers through the slick heat between your thighs, bringing them to his lips. his tongue flicks out, tasting, and he hums, grinning down at you.

“i’ll be more careful next time.”

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your hands are shaking.

two lines. clear as day.

you feel sick.

the bathroom door creaks open behind you, and you don’t need to turn to know who it is.

“what’s wrong?” nam-gyu’s voice is groggy, thick with sleep. you swallow hard, still staring at the test on the counter. your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, throat too tight to speak.

he steps closer, and when he follows your gaze, everything in him goes still.

silence.

then— “oh.”

your stomach twists as you finally look up at him. his eyes flicker between you and the test, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he exhales a breathy laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“well,” he says, a lopsided grin gracing his lips. “guess we’re really doing this, huh?” his hands land on your waist. “hey,” he murmurs, tilting his head.

“you okay?”

you blink up at him, searching for something—regret, guilt, anything—but there’s nothing there. just that easy, casual smile, his thumbs stroking slow circles against your hips.

“we?” your voice comes out hoarse.

“yeah, we.”

he leans in, brushing his lips against your forehead.

“you think i’d just leave you to deal with this alone?” he murmurs, his voice gentle. like the thought itself is ridiculous. he pulls back to meet your eyes again.

“everything’s gonna be fine.”

it’s not that nam-gyu doesn’t care about your feelings. it’s that he cares about keeping you more.

love has never felt secure to him. it’s always been something fragile, conditional—something that can be revoked at any time, without warning. and you… you are the closest thing to permanence he’s ever had. the idea of waking up one day and realising you don’t love him anymore, that you’ve had enough of him, that you’re leaving—he can’t stomach it.

having a child out of wedlock carries social stigma, so if you were to get pregnant, the pressure to stay together and marry would be immense. and that’s what makes the idea so appealing to him.

so he lies. tells you he’s wearing protection when he isn’t. convinces himself it’s not really deception, just a guarantee. or maybe he “forgets” to pull out, murmuring a hoarse apology against your sweat-damp skin, pressing soft kisses along your jaw as if that’ll make up for it. “you just feel too good,” he mumbles thickly, as if that’s reason enough.

if he didn’t care about your feelings, he wouldn’t bother with the reassurances, but caring too much—caring selfishly—means he convinces himself this is what’s best. that this will make you stay. that if you’re tied to him in a way that’s permanent, unbreakable, then maybe he’ll never have to know what it’s like to lose you.

and if you panic, if you start to put the pieces together, he stays calm—too calm, in fact, as if he doesn’t see what the big deal is. wasn’t this bound to happen eventually?

“why are you freaking out? it’s not like i’m some asshole who’s gonna run off.”

“you act like i don’t want this, too.”

it’s not desperation, not exactly. it’s self-preservation, the only way he knows how to make sure you stay. because a baby means permanence. it means responsibility, pressure, expectations—all things that would make leaving harder. and sure, maybe that’s fucked-up and selfish.

but love makes people do crazy things. and nam-gyu? he’s crazy about you.

#˖ 💭 ..#squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game s2 #namgyu #namgyu x reader #namgyu x y/n #namgyu x you #player 124 #player 124 x reader #squid game fanfic #squid game x reader #namgyu smut #nam gyu #namgyu imagine #namgyu drabble

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anonymergremlin · 1 year ago

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"You did it, pal! You really did it, the Puppet King is no more. Maybe now the puppet frenzy will stop - maybe -", Gemini kept on praising the young puppet man for his victory. But P couldn't hear a word. His eyes were glued to the ground, fixed on the lifeless body of the puppet king. A soft blue glow was emanating from his chest, coming from his ergo.

P knelt down, his hand placed gently on the kings chest before retrieving his Ergo. As he held the blue stone in his hand, pressure began to build in his chest. A feeling worse than what he thought was pain. Sadness, pure sadness. Tears came to his mind, the thought of yelling at someone, shouting 'Unfair, unfair, unfair! This is just wrong'. But why this he feel like this? Those weren't his desires. It was somebody else's, someone he didn't know, but who did know him.

"Pal" asked Gemini as he realised that the young man had not been listening at all. P gave a nod, finally catching on to his guide's words, while holding the Ergo against his chest. As gently as he can, as if he were afraid of losing it.

Why would this Ergo be so much more important to him than others? It was simply another puppet's ergo, part of another man-made creation, merely a… "I'm sorry, I really am," rang from P's head, but even when he turned his head he couldn't find the source of the voice.

I am so sorry. Forgive me.

#lies of p #lies of p carlo #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p romeo #can be seen a ship #but also platonic #little short drabble

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rinnstars · 9 months ago

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all sides of you!

the five love languages rin shows to you

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, hcs/drabble, not proofread, likes n reblogs are appreciated <3

words of affirmation

- at the beginning, i think hes a lot more averse to saying romantic stuff so its more of in a long term/after months of dating

- mainly leaves sticky notes/passes notes during class/at home with what he wants to say ar rhe beginning

- after a while tho, he’ll try to at least praise you/compliment you irl then slowly tell you he loves you (altho rarely at the beginning)

- has a bunch of scribbled notes he never passed to you all filled with confessions/ things he wants to say that he eventually says at the back of his closet in a box (because he thinks its sentimental)

- a lot better at expressing his feelings and can say them without freaking out internally or stuttering before giving up and calling you a mean nickname to neutralise the compliment

- believes in a speak not tell but he knows communication is key so he’ll try his best so bear with him

- slowburn moment for this but its 100% worth it when he comes home from competition and all he can say is repeatedly whisper i love u into your ear as he pulls you closer into his embrace

physical touch

- again, at first hes a bit touch averse / awkward with hugs/kisses but after a while of dating..

- 100% super clingy esp after coming back from competition/bllk : his hands have to be somewhere on your skin, doesnt matter where hes not picky

- has to sleep with you, hugging you like youre his plushie (drools a little too btw)

- links pinky when you guys walk together doeznt matter where “you’ll get lost” excuse except his entire face goes pink at the touch of your hands

- really likes kissing your neck, he thinks its rlly cute when he can hear you & esp if it leaves a mark :p

- has piggy-backed you before even when youre not lying about your shoes hurting or being tired to be carried by him

- enjoys being babied ngl like he loves it sm when you pepper his face with kisses while he just lies there or when you comb his hair with your fingers: he feels like hes in heaven esp after stressful days

quality time

- tries to see you everyday : either through school/going to yours/his house, dates, or even facetime call

- calls you every night when hes overseas btw and during breaks he’ll try to text you back n reply to your messages

- the type to make up excuses just to hang out with you like “oh i need to get new shoes, come with me” even though he has 2038839 different pairs and then have to huy another one because he cant be caught (you can tell)

- wld go on “study” dates where he just stares at you 3/4 of rhe time and actually doesnt finish any of his “assignments”

- has gone on hangouts where both of you just chill in silence n rlly likes it because theres no pressure to do anything and its kind of calming/relaxing esp after having to deal with teammates n whatnot during work

- wld watch you play games/do anything while he sits beside you, just enjoying your company even if he craves a little more but thats alright by him

acts of service

- lowkey such an act of service guy like even pre-relationship even if he makes excuses for him bc hes trying to be #idgaf

- the type to rush to your home with meds/food/everything if you text him youre sick after missing school

- i feel like. he just kind of enjoys the peacefulness of like cleaning and would do it whenever hes stressed (ignoring the loud music he listens to)

- would bring your necessities sometimes, and ends up at some point lending a hairtie to reo (he has a pack of hair ties bought for you at all times)

- anytime he goes out to get food/on the way home, he’ll always get a portion of what youd like just in case, and doeznt mind just eating it as leftover if you dont want it

- has a notepad on his phone on your favourite orders (drinks, meals, desserts etc)

- if youre forgetful, he’ll text you to remind you : whether that be to attend events/eat lunch at proper times/buy something

- would go back to the store if he didn’t buy what you wanted/if you wanted something else without any hesitation as long as it makes you smile even if he doesn’t admit it

- would learn how to take pictures for you on his own accord : you didn’t even realise until one day you pass him your digicam and suddenly he was an expert photographer compared to just months ago when. you started dating where his hand was blocking the camera

giving gifts

- has a matching necklace with you at all times and its his lucky charm and he’ll 100% kiss it before a game / when he wins the game

- shared wishlist on online stores except he stalks through yours and buys them for you randomly to surprise you

- if you have something spoiled/doesnt work as well, doesnt matter if its a home appliance/jeans that don’t fit etc, he’ll buy one for you without any hesitation when he goes out/on his phone

- gets you trinkets/keychains/stuff that reminds him of you including any sanrio/anime/designs you like / even your favourite food ie. chocolates/candies/chips from different countries he goes to for matches

- would notice if you wore his gifts or not and try to buy more things that you like more ie. if you like silver accessories more, he’ll buy more of those

- even during school days, he would 100% blow his money on arcades if you like to play claw machine/those rhythms games and watch you play and sometimes if you don’t get it, he’ll try to get them after his football training for you and pass it to you as nonchalantly as you can the next day

- always buys matching things: that bracelet he bought you? yup he has an exact pair in his drawers, feels its more meaningful and intimate

- if you ever ask for anything, just know he’s willing to give you that and the whole world and even the whole galaxy

#itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #rin.<3 #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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cutestcouch · 10 days ago

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SOFT

A oneshot ᝰ.ᐟ

James Kelly x Wife!Reader

Warnings: oral strawberry whipped cream, food play, oral sex (fem receiving), reverse cowgirl, p in v, nasty making out, creampie, vulgar language.

All divider credits go to @anitalenia ! This Drabble will be kind of long, I didn’t wanna spend time making a oneshot haha ! (I clearly lied…) Feedback always appreciated <3.

Guys this was supposed to be a Drabble but considering how many warnings I put I kind of set myself up.

Part 1 , Part 2

The day had gone by perfectly, the breakfast you made him that morning was amazing— and the card Mallory gave him was front and center on the fridge. James just loved Father’s Day, it was always so rewarding.. made him feel needed- and before you he never felt needed.. by anyone.

After the eventful day Mallory was passed out in her bed, clutching the snoopy plush tightly. James smiled to himself, before he went outside to the garage to fiddle with the black Camaro he was building from scratch. It was nearly done, and he was so proud of it.

Unbeknownst to James, you had a surprise waiting for him up in the bedroom. Sure you made that cheeky little remark earlier that morning, but James would forget his own head if it wasn’t on his shoulders. Of course he forgot.

An hour or so passed, and James decided that was enough building for one night. Walking up the stairs he noticed how quiet it was, normally you had the tv going or something.

Walking into the room James stopped in his tracks, if he wasn’t a grown man he would’ve cum in his pants at the sight. Sitting on the bed.. was you, wearing the prettiest pink lace set he had seen in a while. The delicate lace bra holding your plump tits together, thin panties just barely hiding the outline of your pussy.

His eyes roamed your figure, toes painted a pretty white color. Delicate silk robe sexily draped over your shoulders, and God did you look heavenly. Happy fucking Father’s Day.

‘ Well damn sugar, you out did yourself this year goddamn.. gotta top this on Mother’s Day for sure..’ He chuckled walking over and tracing the edge of the lace bra, ‘ Happy Father’s Day baby’ You smiled up at him, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

He melted into the kiss, chucking against your lips. ‘ Baby you look divine..’ stepping back to go and wash the motor oil from his hands, glancing up at your body once more before dipping into the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom James wasted no time discarding his clothes, kicking off his pants til all he wore was his briefs. And God was he rock hard, showcasing how big he was. Gently pushing you down onto the bed he loomed over you, inhaling deeply. ‘ You’re even wearing that perfume I like.. fuck’

‘ You know I like to spoil you, like the set? I was debating on pink or yellow but you always like the pink sets..’ You hummed, delicate finger tracing his collarbone. Smiling right in his face like you didn’t know the devious things he planned to do to you.

‘ Sugar you know I love every color that you wear.. but you’re right. Pink on your skin just does something to me.. makes you look so delicate..’ his lips kissed down your shoulder, sliding the silk robe down gingerly.

You smiled ‘ Guess I made the right choice then..’ leaning your head over to kiss his jaw. Before pulling back and grabbing the can of strawberry cream from the dresser. ‘ Hungry?’ you asked him with the fattest grin on your face, opening the can and shaking it. Before spreading the whipped cream in the middle of your cleavage.

‘ Hungry? oh baby I’m starving..’ God James swore this was his favorite holiday.. runner ups being his birthday and Christmas. He sometimes has wet dreams about that damn set you had on during Christmas, Jesus.

He leaned down, kissing and suckling a trail down to your tits. He finally dove in, licking and slurping up the whipped cream. He was such a messy eater, whipped cream on his nose and stubble. It just made you giggle at his eagerness. Licking it up until there was no more, they weren’t even sticky anymore.

He had the biggest grin on his face, ‘ God you taste amazing.. the whipped cream too of course..’ He leaned down to kiss your lips. ‘ Glad to know I taste better than the cream.’ You smiled up at him, he was hard as a rock and you knew it. But knowing him, he loves foreplay.

He eagerly sat up, never breaking his eye contact with you. ‘ Can I eat you out?? Please let me eat this pussy..’ he tugged on your panties with a pleading look. ‘ well it’s your day.. you can do whatever your heart desires Jamie..’ you hummed, guiding his hands to pull the delicate pink panties off.

James’ heart soared, he was gonna have his fill of you tonight for sure. Pushing you backwards he spread your legs wide open, glistening pussy on full display. He leaned forward, kissing outside of it— softly kissing your inner thighs before kissing your clit. Tongue flattening and dragging up your aching core slowly, he let out a content sigh. Oh he was in heaven.

He suckled on your clit, pulling a soft moan from your soft lips. ‘ Fuck you taste amazing sugar.. I can never get tired of this pussy..’ His mouth trailed down to your hole, tongue pushing inside your tight muscle. ‘ nnghh.. fuck’ you whined Nose bumping against your clit perfectly, fingers threading through his hair.

He tongue fucked you, groaning into your slick covered heat. Big calloused hands holding your thighs open, he was feasting on you and you loved it. Your head lolled to the side, mind going fuzzy with pleasure. He pulled away for a few seconds, causing you to whine. That’s when you looked up and saw that he had grabbed the can of whipped cream.

‘ What are you gonna do with that?’ You questioned, slightly breathless. ‘ I’m gonna decorate my meal’ like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He sat back and shook the can, spreading the whipped cream on your slick folds. He didn’t even give you a chance to process it before shoving his face back in, extracting a loud moan from you.

‘ I— Fuck..’ you whimpered, fingers tightly fisting in his hair. It was a really good sensation that’s for sure, you were close already. Hips bucking up into his hungry mouth, slurping and eating you for all that you were worth. He moaned and groaned into your folds, borderline enjoying it more than you.

‘ Are you close baby? Cmon I wanna feel you fall apart in my mouth..’ He flicked his tongue against your clit, before capturing it between his lips and harshly sucking. Fingers digging into your thighs and forcing them wide open. ‘ Ohhh fuck yes—‘ , a wanton moan fell from your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, legs shaking around his head. ‘ I’m— I’m cumming—‘ back arching from the bed, your mouth opened in a silent scream. Toes curling into the mattress,, ‘ That’s my girl.. so good f’me’ He groaned, lapping up every drop.

James slurped up the last of the whipped cream, before sitting up to look at you splayed out beneath him. Chest rising and falling rapidly, he was grinning. Your thighs twitched, hole clenching around nothing.

Leaning down, he captured your lips into a messy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.. his lips.. his saliva.. swapping spit with eachother like teenagers. His tongue tracing your lips and diving back inbetween them, he swallowed every soft noise you made.

His mouth practically engulfed yours, tongue kissing you like there was no tomorrow— not daring to pull away for air. Teeth tugging at your bottom lip before going back in for seconds, sucking on your tongue.

Reaching down he undid the clasp of your bra, your perfect tits falling out into his eager palms. Cupping and kneading them with his big hands, fingers tweaking your aching nipples. Your eyebrows knitted together at the sensation, deeply sighing into his mouth.

He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you before breaking. James chuckled ‘ God I lucked out on marrying you, I love you’ he kissed your forehead. ‘ love you too..’ you giggled.

Stretching,, you sat up. Looking up and down his body, from the hair dusting his chest.. to the trail going down into his briefs. Cock rock hard and straining against the waistband, biting your lip. ‘ let me ride you.’ You initiated, and you knew he wasn’t going to turn you down.

A few minutes had passed and James was leaning back against the headboard, his hand guiding you while you straddled him. But to spice it up, you decided on reverse cowgirl.. considering it was a special occasion.

Slowly but with his guidance, you sank down onto his cock. Inch by thick inch you engulfed him in your warm heat, deeply sighing. God this feeling never got old.. and you’ll never get tired of it. Your hands rested behind you and on his thighs, propping yourself up.

‘ Fuck.. you’re so warm..’ James sighed behind you, hands softly kneading at your hips. He resisted the urge to buck into you, giving you some time to adjust to his size. Leaning up, he kissed your neck- trailing his lips down to your shoulder blade.

A few seconds later you experimentally rocked your hips, pulling a groan from James. Leaning back to rest against the headboard, one hand stayed on you’re hip and the other went behind his head. He just stared at the way your body moved above him, the sight of your ass on perfect display for him.

‘ Fuck baby.. you’re incredible. Just perfect’ he sighed, mesmerized as you moved on him. His hand guiding your sinful movement’s, skin slapping against skin. ‘ mhm..’ you moaned out above him, his hips starting to buck up and meet yours.

‘ f-fuck baby..’ you moaned out, rolling your hips down against his. His cock plunged in and out of you, shaft dragging against your gummy walls. James’ other hand came down to guide your hips, fucking up into you. ‘ This pussy is so greedy.. just sucking me in deeper..’

He thrusted up into you roughly, holding you so tight you had no choice but to take it. His fat head abusing your cervix with every buck of his hips, your eyes fluttered- mouth falling open to let out a string of moans. ‘ yes yes yes fuck James…’ grinding down against his urgent strokes.

‘ That’s right.. take it.’ His hands firmly bounced you on top of him, meeting his thrusts dead on. Your throat produced a cracked moan, eyes fluttering. ‘ fuck m’so close..’ moving faster against him desperately, right on the edge.

‘ Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over this cock?’ He purred in your ear, hand snaking around your front to toy with your clit- fingers vigorously rubbing it in figure eights. And your eyes rolled back instantly, hand digging into his thigh.

‘ yes- please m’gonna cum’ you whined, movements slowing and getting sloppier- but his pace didn’t falter, cruelly bullying your cervix with each pound of your pussy. ‘ thats ittt, be good for me and cum’ his fingers rubbed your clit faster, free hand pinching your nipple roughly.

White hot pleasure shot through your body, making your eyes roll back. Lips falling open and releasing a broken moan, arching back against his chest. ‘ oh fuck—- nggh..’ creaming all over his cock, coating it in your white sticky essence.

‘ god yes that’s my girl- fuckkkk’ James groaned. your cunt clenched around him tightly, thrusting one last time and burying himself deep inside of your fluttering pussy. Thick spurts of cum erupted from his cock, and he let out a shuddering sigh. Painting your insides white, tip nestled against your cervix and Stuffing you full.

He kissed your neck and shoulder, keeping you upright until you came back down from your high. ‘ So good for me.. my sweet girl’ he mumbled praises against your soft skin. ‘ you were perfect..’ kissing your shoulder again, nipping slightly.

‘ You good?’ Shifting you on top of him, ‘ yeah..’ you mumbled, tired already. ‘ I hear you..’ he moved, slowly pulling out of you. Watching the end result of his gift oozing out of your wrecked pussy. Dribbling down your thighs, and James chuckled. ‘ Man will I never get over that sight..’

After cleaning you up James pulled your tired body against his, ‘ Happy Father’s Day sugar..’ you mumbled into his chest, sleep beginning to engulf your mind. ‘ Thank you baby.. I’m certainly happy’ he chuckled, fingers playing in your hair.

‘ I’m knock your socks off this Christmas, you know that right?’ He teased, and you just scoffed. ‘ Whatever James.’

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