#AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER THERE WAS DESSERT

[ohlawdthevoices]

PLS PLS PLS MAKE A MEETING SHOTOS FAMILY FIC I NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM 🙏

I literally love the way u write Shoto

him ->🧍

Meeting Shoto’s family | prohero!shoto x gn!reader

tags : pro hero shoto x gn!reader, mostly fuyumi and natsuo, fluff, shoto is very aloof but we love that, new years dinner, not proof read

word count : 1.8k

a.n : i had fun with this one lol so thank you so much for your request !!

shoto didn’t want to make his relationship public, so except his closest of friends, no one really knew you or even knew he had a partner.

that was sure annoying at times since shoto doesn’t get a hint when someone is flirting with him and usually doesn’t end the conversation, but you knew he did that for your own safety from all the medias.

so it was only when he took a very awkward selfie of the two of you— an almost constipated expression on his face, holding his phone with both hands like a father taking a picture, and sent it to his sister asking if you could join on their new year’s celebration— that his family finally learned about your existence.

shoto’s phone was blowing up the next 40 minutes or so, mostly his sister asking about you, your favorite food and dessert… you were nervous, sure, but fuyumi’s enthusiasm was definitely helping, you knew the rest of his family wasn’t like that but you still hoped somehow endeavor would be secretly chill.

still, when the day finally came and you were standing in front of the todoroki household—gift bag in hand, dressed in something that screamed “respectable but please still like me”—you couldn’t help the nerves climbing up your spine.

“last chance to pretend you forgot me at home,” you whispered. shoto glanced down at you, completely unfazed. “too late. fuyumi’s watching from the window.”

he wasn’t wrong. the door opened before either of you could even knock.

“YOU MUST BE Y/N!!” fuyumi beamed, launching forward to engulf you in a hug so sudden it nearly knocked the gift bag out of your hands. “i’m so glad you came! oh my god. you’re real. you know for a second a thought shoto photoshopped you in the picture.”

“why would i do that” he furrowed his brows,stepping into his home and taking his shoes off. you followed his actions a bit overwhelmed but still trying to keep up the polite and respectful act.

te house smelled like grilled meat and expensive furniture. it was quiet, warm, and intimidating in a subtle, rich-people way.

you barely had time to take your shoes off before someone else appeared around the corner—tall, broad-shouldered, and immediately recognizable.

endeavor.

your body tensed involuntarily, like your survival instincts kicked in. he nodded stiffly.

“welcome.” shoto didn’t say anything, just stepped a little closer behind you, like his presence would shield you from any lingering tension in the room.

“hi… thank you for having me,” you managed politely, though you weren’t totally sure your voice came out.

endeavor nodded again. the silence that followed was suffocating. you could feel Shoto regretting everything.

“anyway!” fuyumi saved the moment with a clapping gesture. “dinner’s almost ready, you can go sit in the dining room !”

dinner was… surprisingly normal. since his father left due to a work related emergency, the discussion seemed to be much more open.

at one point, fuyumi leaned over with a warm smile and asked how you two met. you blinked and said, “oh, at a coffee shop actually.”

“she yelled at me,” shoto added, like he was just stating the weather. “i did not yell at you,” you said immediately, glaring at him with no real heat.

natsuo raised an eyebrow. “this sounds promising.”

“she cut the line,” shoto continued, between two bites. you turned to him, raising your eyebrows “okay, wow. no that wasn’t it” he looked at you, calm as ever.

“there was a clear order. you broke it.”

“i was literally just going to grab a straw.”

“you had intent in your posture.” natsuo laughed while his sister clapped her hands like this was the best dinner she’d ever seen.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “anyway, he accused me of cutting, i told him to mind his business, and then five minutes later he offered to pay for my drink because he ‘felt bad about the misunderstanding.’”

“i did,” shoto said, already sipping his tea like none of this was unusual. “you were wearing a shirt that said ‘caffeine and violence.’”

“…and?”

“i was scared.” he went back to eating as if he didn’t just admit that.

after dinner, you all insisted everyone help clean up, which turned into shoto getting kicked out of the kitchen for trying to load the dishwasher wrong.

“how do you even mess it up that bad?” natsuo muttered, yanking a plate out. “you put a bowl in the plate rack.”

“It fit,” shoto replied simply, as if that were the only criteria.

you were drying dishes nearby, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. honestly, it was endearing. shoto could calculate the trajectory of an ice attack down to the centimeter but apparently couldn’t grasp modern appliances.

eventually, you were shooed into the living room with a mug of tea, tucked beside shoto on the couch while fuyumi and natsuo bickered over whether or not anyone wanted dessert.

the tv was on in the background playing some new year’s countdown show, all loud music and glittery stage lights. you leaned into Shoto a little, warm and full and weirdly at peace for being in the house of japan’s most emotionally complex family.

“they like you,” he whispered, you turned to him. “yeah?”he nodded “i can tell. fuyumi didn’t start stress-cleaning, and natsuo only insulted me twice.”

you laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I like them too, they’re nice.”

there was a pause.

“…did you really tell fuyumi my favorite food?”

shoto didn’t answer right away. then: “i made a powerpoint.” you blinked. “you what?”

“for her,” he added casually,his eyes on the tv. “so she’d be prepared. she asked for a list of things you like, so I made one. it had slides.”

you stared at him. “you powerpointed me.” he nodded, entirely calm. “It had transitions.”

youwould’ve teased him, but honestly, your chest just swelled with affection so fast it kind of short-circuited your brain.

the countdown on the tv hit ten. fuyumi ran back into the room, waving sparkling cider and glasses, while natsuo complained about missing the remote.

everyone gathered around for the final countdown, and when it hit midnight, the room filled with cheers, clinks of glass, and confetti from god knows where (you suspected fuyumi).

shoto turned to you, eyes soft, and asked—completely monotone—“would it be appropriate to kiss now?”

“let’s not do that here yeah ?” you smiled at him as he nodded not really trying to understand why but he accepted it.

[nekonaps0]

I absolutely loved both of the series with excuse me sir, and you're naughty. Could you possibly write an obey me version, sorry if its too much just noticed the fandom in your masterlist.

Sinfully naughty

✦characters: demon brothers

✦gn!reader

✦dirty jokes

✦their partner suddenly cracked a naughty, suggestive joke

Lucifer

"Are you a punishment? Because I’ve been very bad and I’d love to be disciplined… hard."


Lucifer arches an eyebrow, his usual composed expression shifting into one of amusement mixed with dangerous interest. He sets down his book slowly, turns his full attention to you, and walks over with deliberate, slow steps.

"Oh? That’s quite bold of you, saying something like that so casually. I suppose you’re testing me... But if you're asking for discipline, I do hope you're ready to take full responsibility for that mouth of yours."

He smirks, brushing a strand of your hair aside with one gloved finger.

"Let’s see how long you can maintain that cheeky attitude once I start."

You are cooked…

Mammon

"You must be a magician, 'cause every time you’re around, your clothes disappear... in my head."


Mammon immediately turns red, his hands flying up in defense.

"H-Hey! W-What kind of joke is that?! Are ya tryin' to kill me with embarrassment?!"

He stammers, flustered and blushing, glancing around as if someone else heard you. But then, a cocky grin starts forming despite himself.

"Tch, I mean... I can't blame ya for imaginin' me like that, though. I am the Great Mammon, after all. B-But next time, maybe warn me before droppin’ bombs like that, alright?!"

He nervously tapping his feet on the ground, clearly affected more than he wants to admit.

Leviathan

"You’re like an ultra-rare item drop... 'cause I’ve been grinding all day, and now I just wanna play with you."


Levi chokes on his soda and nearly drops his console.

"Wha—?! E-EHHH?! D-Don’t say stuff like that out of nowhere! I—I’m not emotionally prepared for that kind of side quest!"

His face goes cherry red and he covers his mouth, clearly overloaded.

"I-I mean… i-if this were a dating sim, that'd definitely be a secret route! A very NSFW one... N-Not that I’m complaining! I just—uh—h-how do you even say something like that so casually?!"

He fidgets with his console and mumbles something under his breath what more like whining.

Satan

"Are you a forbidden book? Because I want to spend all night exploring your dark secrets."


Satan closes his current novel and gives you an amused smirk, his green eyes glinting mischievously.

"How delightfully wicked. I didn’t expect such a provocative line from you. And you delivered it so... naturally."

He leans closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch, studying you like a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

"I suppose I could be your ‘forbidden book’ tonight ,though I must warn you, the content is... intense, and once you start, you won't want to stop reading."

He winks, brushing your hand with his fingertips.

Asmodeus

"Are you lube? Because everything goes smoother when you’re around me and everything slips in so easily..."


Asmo gasps, putting a hand dramatically over his heart.

"Oh my! That was positively naughty! I love it!"

He bursts into giggles, already leaning into you with a flirty glimmer in his eyes.

"I didn’t know you had it in you, darling! That’s spicy, clever, and a huge turn-on. Say more things like that and I might just lose control and drag you straight to the bedroom."

He winks, pulling out his D.D.D.

"Hold still, I must record your voice saying that so I can loop it tonight~!"

Beelzebub

"You’re like my favorite dessert, sweet, irresistible, and I want to devour you after every meal."


Beel pauses mid-bite, blinking at you with wide eyes. It takes a second for the joke to sink in... and then he blushes.

"Oh... wow. That was... unexpected."

He chuckles a bit, looking both flustered and deeply intrigued.

"I thought you were talking about actual dessert at first... but now I can’t stop thinking about you like that either. And honestly... I wouldn't mind making you my dessert tonight..."

He licks a bit of frosting off his finger ,very pointedly and gives you a shy but hungry smile.

Belphegor

"You’re like my pillow, soft, comforting, and I wanna be on top of you every night."


Belphie opens one eye from his nap, smirks, and slowly stretches.

"Mmm... that’s surprisingly bold for you. Trying to get me worked up before a nap? Naughty."

He yawns, but it’s clearly an act, he smiles and eyes shining with amusement.

"You keep talking like that and I won’t be able to sleep… though I might find a better way to get us tired and knock us out."

He pulls you down beside him, draping an arm lazily over your waist.

"Keep making jokes like that, and I’ll start taking them as invitations."

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Oh yeah baby! I can finally post Obey Me stuff as well! And yeees everything what’s on my master list are gonna come soon (I jusy got a lot of twst request)

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o forgetting your anniversary but trying to cover it up

Request: Hiii can you do OT13 reaction where you kinda forget that it's your anniversary but now you're just trying to cover it up 🫢 because you forgot? 🧍🏻‍♀️ What's their reaction? THANKSSSS

A/N: LMFAOOOO this is so funny 😭 where do you guys even get these ideas. Y'all are better at scenarios than I'm at my delusions

Figures it out immediately but plays along — Jeonghan, Joshua, Seungkwan

He knew you forgot the moment you greeted him like it was just any other day because knowing you, that's not how you're supposed to act if you remembered. That's not how you're with him, yk? But he says nothing. Watches you with a tiny smirk all morning. Then, when you suddenly start acting extra sweet, bringing snacks and saying “you’re the best boyfriend ever,” he just raises an eyebrow. “Hmm. You remembered… right?” You freeze and he’s already laughing, pulling you in for a hug like, “You’re cute.” He teases you endlessly, but deep down he thinks your panicked efforts are just so so adorable.

Genuinely thinks he forgot — Hoshi, Dokyeom, Mingyu

You start acting weirdly romantic out of nowhere and he kinda starts overthinking. “Wait… did I forget something?” You’re like “Nope! Just wanted to surprise you for… our anniversary! Haha!” and he gasps. “OH MY GOD. I’M THE WORST.” Now he’s overcompensating and trying to buy you flowers, apologizing, spiraling, all while you’re internally sobbing because he was the one who remembered first and you just made him misunderstand thinking it's not you guys anniversary BECAUSE YOU WERE ACTING NORMAL IN THE BEGINNING AND HE WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER WHEN ACTUALLY IS THE ANNIVERSARY 😭 Eventually, when you admit it, he’s like “WAIT—YOU FORGOT??” and then collapses from emotional whiplash you gave to this poor innocent soul.

Kinda hurt but doesn’t make a big deal — Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao

He was looking forward to today. Even had something small planned, maybe a sweet day out or a gift. So when you go the whole morning like it’s nothing, it stings just a little. But he brushes it off. When you finally remember and try to play it off with “I was just building up the surprise,” he gives you a look; not angry, just a little disappointed [not much, dw]. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to forget.” You have to make it up to him with a thoughtful gesture and extra cuddles and hugs and kisses, and eventually he softens. He always does.

Heartbroken for five seconds, then clingy about it forever — Seungcheol, Jun, Vernon

When he realizes you forgot, his expression drops immediately. “You really didn’t remember…?” He tries not to make it a big thing, but he’s so obviously hurt 😭 Once you start panicking and feeling bad and trying to fix it, he forgives you instantly, but he’s going to be clingy about it for weeks. “Hey, remember that you forgot our anniversary last week? Yeah, me too. Just checking.” He doesn’t need flowers or a gift. He just wants to feel like you treasure him as much as he treasures you. So when you kiss his cheek and say, “You’re my favorite person,” everyday, he melts. Just shower him with love because he craves it and he loves you sooooo much that even this incident is an excuse for him to extra attention lmao. Just cave in already.

Didn’t remember either but pretends he did — Dino

You realize too late and immediately start overcompensating. “Heyyy baby I made breakfast and I also lit a candle and also you’re my everything and also—” Meanwhile, he’s panicking internally because he forgot too. “Oh! Yeah, I knew it was today! Totally. Definitely. Yup.” It becomes a standoff of fake confidence and over-the-top gestures until one of you breaks and admits it. You both end up laughing on the couch, sharing one dessert and saying, “Okay, we’ll be better next year.”

[moonlightdreamzz]

you chose: jungwon

“the wish”

it’s 12:03 a.m.

you’re in a bed you’ve come to know better than your own. the quilt is heavy over your legs, the air cold, just the way you like it. the room is dark, but familiar. safe.

he’s not next to you.

he got up a few minutes ago—mumbled something about needing water, or the bathroom. you barely opened your eyes.

and then—

the door creaks open again.

you hear footsteps. something flickers.

and when you finally blink awake, you see him.

jungwon.

standing in front of you with a tiny cake lit by three candles. one hand on the door, the other shielding the flame.

he’s grinning. sleepy-eyed. hoodie hanging loose off his shoulders.

“happy birthday, baby.”

you blink again. sit up, adjusting your bonnet in the midst, “what—how long were you—?”

“don’t worry about it,” he says, stepping closer. “make a wish.”

you stare at him. candles glowing between you.

“how long did you have that hidden?”

“long enough.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re ridiculous.”

he leans in, voice low. “i’m yours.”

your throat tightens.

you look down at the flickering candles. close your eyes.

you don’t even need to make a wish.

not really.

you already have everything you wanted.

but still—you wish. then blow.

he sets the cake on the nightstand and climbs back into bed beside you. the quilt shifts with his weight. his hand finds yours under the blanket.

“you okay?” he asks, voice soft, lips brushing your temple.

you nod.

but your heart is already drifting.

because five months ago, you didn’t think you’d get here.

five months ago

he waited.

after the fight. after the confession. after everything.

he waited for your answer. for your choice.

and when you gave it—when you finally said, “i want you”—he didn’t say anything at first.

he just pulled you in. and held you like he was scared you’d disappear.

he asked you to be his girlfriend a week later.

not through a text. not in passing.

he took you out. flowers. dessert. said the words like they meant something. like you were worth saying it right.

and you said yes.

because you meant it.

sunghoon didn’t stay.

he left the house the next morning. said goodbye to jake and no one else.

you haven’t heard from him since.

you thought maybe he’d text on your birthday. he didn’t.

but you don’t regret your choice.

not even for a second.

because now— movie nights don’t come with distance. jungwon doesn’t pretend anymore. he wraps his arm around your waist in front of the whole house. kisses your forehead when jake starts screaming at the screen. tells sunoo to “shut up and let me hold my girlfriend in peace.”

you laugh every time.

jay says he knew from day one.

he didn’t. but he likes to feel smart. and you let him.

because now it’s easy. it’s soft. it’s real. and jungwon doesn’t hide it anymore.

you blink back into the present.

he’s still watching you.

“what?” you whisper.

“nothing,” he says. “just thinking about how lucky i am.”

you hide your face in his chest.

he pulls you closer, lips brushing your hair.

“i mean it,” he murmurs. “i know i took too long. i know i didn’t make it easy. but you waited for me. you saw me. and now i just wanna spend every day showing you what that means to me.”

you don’t say anything.

you just hold him tighter.

because this time, he didn’t run.

this time, he showed up.

and you finally got to stop wondering what it would feel like to be chosen—fully, loudly, without hesitation.

it feels like this.

warmth in your chest.

candle wax on the dresser.

and the boy who used to pull away from you now pulling you closer.

you wake up to warmth.

not sunlight — the room’s still dark — but skin. steady breath at your shoulder. a quiet exhale against your neck. arms wound around your waist like he’s scared you might disappear before morning.

you don’t move. you just… feel it.

the blanket twisted around your legs. the soft hum of his fan. the t-shirt you fell asleep in — his — bunched at your hip from how tightly he pulled you in before bed.

you open your eyes. it’s still night. or early morning. the kind of hour where time doesn’t move unless you do.

but you don’t need to. because you’re here. with him.

and for once, that doesn’t come with questions.

it’s not heavy. not confusing. not sharp at the edges.

it just is.

you shift a little — just enough to breathe — and your hand brushes the nightstand.

there’s something there.

a photo.

your face mid-laugh. nose scrunched. eyes squinting. a piece of cake still on your fork, your other hand swatting at jay’s as he tried to steal your frosting.

a moment from earlier.

he took this when you weren’t looking.

you smile.

under the photo is a folded napkin. familiar handwriting scribbled across it — that boyish, small-lettered scrawl you’ve seen on old set lists and the notes he leaves on the fridge.

you unfold it.

you asked me once what it would’ve been like if i’d just told you how i felt from the start. i’ve been thinking about it ever since. but the truth is — i wouldn’t change it. because every version of us led me here. and now that i have you, i’m not letting go.

happy birthday, baby.

— j

you press the note to your chest.

it doesn’t fix everything that came before. it doesn’t erase the almosts or the ache or the fear that once kept him quiet.

but it’s enough. because he’s here now.

not waiting. not wondering. not running from the way you make him feel.

you go to set the photo and note somewhere safe — don’t want it to wrinkle, or smudge, or get lost in the sheets.

you slide open the drawer of his nightstand, just far enough to tuck the photo inside.

but something catches.

a small black box.

your heart stops.

you stare at it for a second. then another.

you don’t mean to open it.

you really don’t.

but your fingers move before your brain can catch up.

and there it is.

a ring.

not flashy. not dramatic.

just… beautiful. simple. quiet. something that looks like it was picked for you.

your breath stutters. your chest is already tight.

he shifts behind you. still sleepy. voice rough.

“you weren’t supposed to see that.”

you turn.

he’s half-awake, sitting up now. eyes heavy, but focused. serious.

“jungwon—”

he exhales. runs a hand through his hair.

“it was supposed to be tonight. after the real party. after the cake and shots and sunoo’s bad playlist.”

you blink.

he nods toward the box. “i was gonna do it right. say something sweet. maybe even cry if you did first.”

you laugh. watery. “you were really gonna propose?”

he nods again. smaller this time.

“not because i think we need to rush,” he says, voice low. “not because i think we have everything figured out.”

he swallows. looks at you fully now.

“i just know it’s you. it’s always been you. and i’m not scared of that anymore.”

your throat is burning. tears already slipping. you try to speak, but he cuts you off gently.

“you don’t have to say anything yet,” he says. “i just needed you to know. i meant it when i said i’d be everything you believed i could be. and i meant it when i said i wasn’t going anywhere.”

he picks up the box. opens it.

and this time—he actually asks.

“will you marry me?”

the ring sparkles in the morning light.

you nod before you can even breathe the word out.

“yes.”

he slips it on your finger.

and just like that—

you know.

you really did make the right choice.

you’re quiet for half a second.

and then—you pounce.

“are you dumb? of course i’ll marry you,” you laugh, practically throwing yourself into his lap, arms around his neck, nearly knocking him backward. “you really thought i was gonna say no? on my birthday?”

he’s laughing now too, arms already wrapping around your waist, face buried in your neck.

“i was nervous,” he mumbles. “you’re scary when you wake up.”

“shut up,” you say, kissing him once. then twice. then again just because.

he holds you tighter. doesn’t let go. not even when you start squealing about the ring. not even when you yell for jake through the walls.

“i’m engaged, bitches!”

you’re grinning. glowing. ring sparkling in the sunlight. wrapped around the only person who’s ever really had your heart.

and for once—nothing is unfinished. nothing is unsure.

it’s you and him. all in.

happy birthday.

happy ending.

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN IN FRANCE

characters - gojo , geto , nanami , toji , shiu , hiromi , hakari , kashimo , choso , todo. | pt II is here! | all around the world event! |

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SATORU GOJO -

arrival reaction - he bursts out of the taxi, arms wide like he owns the entire city. “ bonjour, mon amour!” he sings, sunglasses still on even though it’s dusk. pulls you close and spins you in the middle of the street, drawing stares he soaks up like sunlight.

food experience - he orders everything in broken french, confident anyway. takes pictures of you instead of the food. “ you’re the best thing on the menu,” he murmurs with a wink before stealing a bite off your plate.

night walk experience - he wanders through moonlit alleys with your hand in his, humming under his breath. stops at a bridge over the seine, leans into your space.

“ if the stars don’t come out tonight, don’t worry, i’ve got plenty in my eyes.”

*bonus*

the night’s winding down, but he’s not ready to let go. he pulls you into a quiet spot behind a cathedral, where the stained glass glows like trapped starlight.

“ hey,” he whispers, brushing your hair back.

“ can we stay like this forever? just you, me, and a city that can’t stop looking at you like i do?”

“ you mean a city that’s glowing?” you laugh, softly.

he smiles, but his voice drops. “ no. i mean a city that’s falling in love with you a little more every second.” and then, in the hush of the paris dark, he kisses you like it’s a vow.

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SUGURU GETO -

arrival reaction - calm, poised, he smiles gently, taking in the city like a poem. “paris,” he says softly. “ romanticized, yes. but maybe it deserves it.” his hand finds yours.

food experience - he asks about every ingredient, his curiosity quiet but warm. his eyes keep drifting to you between bites.

“ you look beautiful in candlelight,” he murmurs, almost like he’s not trying to be heard.

night walk experience - the streets are hushed, golden. he stops by a bookshop window and looks thoughtful. “ this world… it’s worth saving for nights like this,” he says, barely audible.

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KENTO NANAMI -

arrival reaction - adjusts his tie, sighs at the chaos of the street, but glances your way and relaxes.

“ as long as we’re not late for dinner,” he says.

food experience - he makes the reservation months in advance. orders wine with perfect precision. pulls your chair out like it’s second nature. “ if you’re happy,” he says after your first smile.

“ then this trip was worth every second.”

night walk experience - he walks slowly, hand brushing yours until you intertwine fingers. when the lights from a passing bateau reflect in your eyes, he pauses.

“ you deserve a life this beautiful every day.”

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TOJI FUSHIGURO -

arrival reaction - he cracks his neck, loudly.. he sizes up the street like a battlefield. “ it’s fancier than i like,” he mutters, but his arm comes around your waist anyway.

food experience - he grumbles at the small portions but ends up eating most of your plate. watches you chew with a rare softness. “ you like that, huh?” he says, amused.

“ cute.”

night walk experience - he leans against a wall while you take photos. flicks ash from his cigarette and watches the city, then watches you. “ never thought i’d be here,” he mutters.

“ especially not with someone like you.”

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SHIU KONG -

arrival reaction - he steps out of the cab like he’s already seen this all before. lights a cigarette.

“ not bad,” he says, glancing at the sky. “ you make it better, though.”

food experience - he flirts with the server just enough to get good service, then only talks to you the whole time. lets you steal his dessert.

“ don’t act like you don’t love me,” he teases.

night walk experience - leans on the stone railing over the river, quiet for once. when you ask what he’s thinking, he says, “ if the world ends tomorrow, i’m glad tonight happened first.”

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HIROMI HIGURUMA -

arrival reaction - he stayed quiet, buttoned-up. takes in the scenery with the eyes of a man desperate for peace. “ maybe this place can give it to me,” he says, more to himself.

food experience - orders precisely. thoughtful with every bite. his fingers brush yours over the table, lingering. “ i’m not used to softness,” he says, his voice low.

“ but i want to be.”

night walk experience - his coat around your shoulders. a calm silence stretches between you until he breaks it, eyes on the lights.

“ this night… it feels like forgiveness.”

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KINJI HAKARI -

arrival reaction - pulls up in a flashy suit, arms open. “ yo, baby! we in paris!” kisses your cheek three times dramatically. “ i’m about to make this city mine.”

food experience - he orders whatever looks expensive. flirts, laughs loud, makes the whole restaurant turn to look. but when the dessert comes, he feeds you the first bite without a word.

night walk experience - talks big, until you stop on a bridge and rest your head on his shoulder. he quiets down, kisses the top of your head.

“ alright. maybe this place is kinda romantic after all.”

*bonus*

after the walk, he pulls you into an alley lit by flickering neon. it’s quiet, a little grimy, totally him.

“ hey,” he says, tugging you close by your waist.

“ i know i joke a lot, but…”

his voice dips low, rare and real.

“…you make even this city feel lucky to have us here.”

“ was that… serious?” you blink. then again. he grins, leans in until his forehead touches yours.

“ don’t get used to it,” he mutters, then kisses deeply you like it’s the only truth he knows.

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HAJIME KASHIMO -

arrival reaction - stares at everything like he’s seeing color for the first time. doesn’t say much, just nods. “ it’s strange… but not unpleasant.”

food experience - he pokes at the food, analyzing textures. watches your reactions more than his own. when you laugh, his gaze lingers.

“ i like that sound,” he admits.

night walk experience - walks a little ahead, like he’s scouting. but when the wind picks up, he circles back, puts your scarf over your shoulders. “ i don’t understand this world,” he says. “ but i understand you.”

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CHOSO KAMO -

arrival reaction - he's nervous, quiet. stays close to your side. “ it’s… a lot,” he says. but when you smile at him, his hand finds yours and doesn’t let go.

food experience - he tries everything you do. makes soft noises of surprise at the flavors. “ it’s sweet,” he says about the dessert. “ like you.”

night walk experience - points out the moon’s reflection in the river. watches the lights like he’s trying to memorize them. “ you think i could paint this?” he asks quietly.

“ you… and the city like this?”

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AOI TODO -

arrival reaction - he yells, “ MY PARIS!” like it’s a wrestling ring. drags you down the street like you’re in a music video.

food experience - stares down the menu like it’s a rival. orders steak. two of them. insists you try it. “ real flavor is shared!” he declares.

night walk experience - he tells you all about the movies that take place in paris, then reenacts scenes in the middle of the street. but when you stop and lean on him, he gets quiet. “ this is… my type of night.”

words - 1.1k

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[fisherld3]

“First Date”

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Continuation of “Mean” —

1,726 words

Genre: romance, fluff, a little humor, soft but very much in character

Things didn’t magically change overnight.

But after that kiss—after Melissa finally said the words—you both stopped pretending.

You still danced around each other a little at school, neither of you eager to give the lounge gossips fresh material. But the tension had shifted. Softer. Anticipating.

She texted more now. Stopped by your room for no reason other than to talk. Sometimes brought coffee, sometimes just a smirk and a “Hey.”

You caught yourself smiling more.

And you caught her looking, often.

⸻

It was a Tuesday when she asked.

Late in the afternoon, after the kids were gone and most of the building had emptied out, you were cleaning up your classroom when Melissa knocked on the open door.

“Hey,” she said, a little awkward. “You got a minute?”

You straightened, heart giving a familiar little jump. “Of course.”

She stepped in, hands shoved in her jacket pockets. For once, she wasn’t all swagger—there was something almost… shy in the way she shifted her weight.

“So listen,” she said, glancing at the floor, then back at you. “I know we’ve been… whatever this is.” She gave a vague gesture between you, lips twitching. “But if you’re up for it, I was thinkin’ maybe I could take you out. Like a real date.”

Your heart skipped.

“I mean—no pressure,” she added quickly. “If you’re not ready, that’s fine. I can wait. Just figured… it’s time I did this the right way.”

You smiled—warm and a little breathless. “I’d like that.”

Her relief was visible. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She grinned, finally loosening up. “I got a place in mind. Friday, seven?”

“Perfect.”

⸻

Friday came, and you were nervous.

Not that you hadn’t spent time alone with Melissa before—plenty of late-night chats, plenty of lingering moments—but this was different. This was a date. And you couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

You settled on a simple dress and boots—polished, but not trying too hard. When Melissa texted “Outside when you’re ready” you took a deep breath and headed down.

She was waiting by her car—dark jeans, leather jacket, hair loose around her shoulders. When she looked up and saw you, her mouth actually parted a little, eyes sweeping over you.

“Damn,” she said softly. “You look good.”

Your cheeks flushed. “So do you.”

She grinned and opened the passenger door for you. “Come on.”

⸻

She drove you to a little Italian place—off the beaten path, not too fancy, not too loud. The kind of spot where the waiters knew her by name.

“Thought this might be better than one of those pretentious places downtown,” she said as you slid into the booth. “Food’s better, anyway.”

You smiled. “It’s perfect.”

She looked almost… nervous. Like she actually cared what you thought. It tugged at your heart.

Over wine and pasta, conversation flowed easier than you expected.

She asked about your family. Listened when you talked about why you’d become a teacher. Told you stories about Abbott from before you’d arrived—some hilarious, some unexpectedly sweet.

More than once, you caught her watching you mid-laugh, a softness in her gaze that made your stomach flip.

⸻

By the time dessert came, you were leaning in closer, voices dropping. The rest of the room faded.

Melissa toyed with her fork, then glanced up.

“You know,” she said softly, “when you first showed up, I didn’t know what to do with you.”

You tilted your head. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” She huffed a little laugh. “You were smart. Good with the kids. Funny. You made me nervous. So naturally, I acted like an asshole.”

You reached across, fingers brushing hers. “You’re not an asshole. Not anymore.”

Her lips curved. “Only for people who deserve it.”

A pause.

“Glad you didn’t give up on me,” she added quietly.

Your chest tightened. “Me too.”

⸻

After dinner, you drove back in comfortable silence. She walked you to your door.

You lingered there, key in hand, nerves buzzing.

Melissa rocked back on her heels, looking at you with that unreadable gaze. “So…”

“So,” you echoed, heart racing.

She smiled faintly. “Can I kiss you again?”

You didn’t answer—just leaned in.

This kiss was slower than the first. Deeper. Her hands settled at your waist, yours curling behind her neck.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Melissa rested her forehead against yours.

“Next time,” she murmured, voice low, “I’m keepin’ you out longer.”

You laughed softly. “Looking forward to it.”

“Good.” One more quick kiss. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

And with a wink, she was gone—leaving you grinning like a fool against your front door.

⸻

[followthestarliight]

things the LADS Men do to annoy each other

summary - some things i thought they might do to piss each other off/compete for your attention (except Zayne, he's too mature for that, so his aren't to intentionally irritate the others)

warnings - none

🌌 Rafayel's screech could be heard from the next block over as you were walking home from work. Alarmed, you sprinted up the stairs and burst through your door, only to see the artist cowering on the dining table, staring fixatedly at your litter of kittens. "Cutie, you have an infestation of demons." You laughed and face-palmed, all stress washing away. "They're not going to hurt you, Rafayel. They can barely open their eyes! Sylus found them in the N109 Zone and thought this might be a better home for them," you smiled, absolutely clueless about the Onychinus leader's real intentions.

🌌 Xavier came to visit you one evening, only to see that the bunny plushie he'd won for you was nowhere to be seen. Instead, in its place sat an ugly pink blobbu plushie with a red hat and a palette. "What is that?" He asked you, eyeing the plushie like he wanted to disembowel it. "Hmm?" You looked up, then smiled, "Oh, Rafayel thought that looked much better there, so I moved the bunny. I hope that's okay with you." Xavier just nodded, but later that evening, Rafayel experienced a sudden power outage.

🌌 When Caleb learned that Sylus had gotten you a new gun specially made, he showed up as the Farspace Fleet Colonel and confiscated it. "Caleb!" You protested. "That was custom made!" The colonel just gave you an unimpressed look, "It's also illegal, and so is he." Sylus just kept making more.

🌌 Sylus hadn't seen you in a week, and he was getting restless. So he called you to ask why you weren't coming to see him, only to frown when you told him that Zayne put you under "house arrest" because every time you returned from the N109 Zone, you had some sort of injury. "Come now, kitten, the doctor doesn't have to know," Sylus tried to convince you to sneak out. Unfortunately, Zayne was standing right beside you and promptly ended the call.

🌌 When Sylus found out that you damaged your Hunter bike during a mission, he sent one that he designed for you to your apartment building. Xavier's eyes narrowed when he saw it, "Where did that new bike come from?" When you told him Sylus gifted it to you, he waited until you were asleep before he went to the N109 Zone as Lumiere and promptly broke up an important deal Sylus was trying to make.

🌌 Rafayel heard that Zayne took you to a restaurant you liked, so what did he do? He bought out the whole restaurant for the night, just for you and him. He also ordered the most expensive things on the menu, and all the desserts just for good measure. "Rafayel! Neither of us has the space for any of these desserts!" You tried to protest. "Then guess what we're having for breakfast, lunch and dinner, cutie." He just winked at you. You sighed.

🌌 Xavier got annoyed when he heard Caleb took you out on a romantic midnight flight once, so he set up a date in your bedroom. And he created miniature stars with his evol, letting them float around your room like you were in your own galaxy. "Xav, this is beautiful!" You gasped, eyes wide in awe and fascination as Xavier's chest puffed out with pride. He even posted a Moments picture of the date just to spite Caleb.

🌌 Caleb hated how clingy Rafayel was, so he gave you his jacket to ward off the fishie. While watching a movie with Rafayel in your home, the artist "accidentally" spilled wine on it - ruining the jacket completely. "Oh no," he said with fake sympathy, "You have to throw it out now." And then he proceeded to give you one of HIS jackets, which somehow ended up with bullet holes in it...

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

one piece fic | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{WRIST KISS; VAMPIRE SANJI AND DEMON ZORO AU}

CONTEXT BEFORE READING: so this is kind of a half baked concept i've had kicking around my head for a while about the straw hats being a crew of monster hunters, while also all being monsters themselves, except for their very human captain luffy. the only thing you might need to know before reading this is that demons in this AU feed on other monsters and then absorb their energy to make themselves stronger, and there's a lot of animosity between them and vampires especially because of how similar they are. also that demon zoro looks approximately like this.

The first time Sanji fed from Zoro was entirely by accident. He’d been drained and starving after driving off an entire pack of werewolves to save a small fishing village, and his normally ironclad control over his bloodlust had been overruled by pure survival instinct. Unable to stop himself, Sanji had simply jumped on the first living, warm-blooded being that he’d come across, tearing into its jugular with his fangs and then slurping down its strangely potent and unusually flavorful blood until the poor thing was completely dry.

Or at least, that’s what he’d thought, until his victim had sat up and dryly remarked, “Are you done, or are you gonna have some dessert too, twirly-brow?”

It was only in his post-bloodlust clarity that Sanji had realized the thing he’d just been feeding on was a demon—a fact that had initially caused him no small amount of total shock and utter bewilderment, because what kind of demon let a vampire feed on them instead of ripping the vampire’s head off and devouring them whole?

The answer was: a demon like Roronoa Zoro. Who was actually kind of a terrible demon in that he didn’t much like his own kind, did quite like humans, and did not seem to understand the fact that he was supposed to be the monster that all other monsters feared. Humans may have lived in terror of becoming the next meal of a vampire or a fish-man or a werewolf, but they all lived in fear of becoming dinner for a demon.

But Zoro didn’t eat monsters; mostly he just ate rice balls and drank a whole lot of booze. And he kept letting Sanji feed on him because he understood, on a fundamental level that very few other monsters did, Sanji’s desire not to harm any mortals. The first time Zoro had willingly offered himself up as sustenance he’d even said as much. 

“It’s better than you having to feed on a human, right? At least I can’t die from blood loss.”

And there was a logic to that which, no matter how weird he felt about doing it, Sanji couldn’t really deny. Zoro’s blood was potent enough that a single feeding could keep his bloodlust satiated for weeks, and it meant that Sanji no longer had to go around in a perpetually half-starved state, desperately trying to keep his hunger in check with only animal blood. So long as Zoro didn’t mind doing it, then there was simply no reason not to.

Apart from the fact that everything Sanji had ever been taught about demons—by the Germa Clan, by his long deceased human mentor Zeff, by his own personal experience wandering the earth for a few hundred years now—said that there was no way in the Nine Hells a demon would ever—ever—allow him to drink their blood, and three centuries worth of conditioning was not an easy thing to shake.

“Curly, we go through this every damn time,” Zoro growled, holding out one of his six arms and shaking it irritatedly at Sanji. “When are you gonna get it through your stupid, twirly-eyebrowed head that I don’t fucking give a shit if you feed from me?”

Sanji glared at him while taking a long drag off of his clove cigarette. Technically speaking he didn’t really need them anymore (since he was no longer suffering from any bloodlust that required numbing), but the ritual of smoking them was familiar and comforting, so he did it anyway.

“And I keep telling you every damn time—it’s fucking weird that you’re so okay with it and fighting three centuries worth of survival instinct isn’t exactly a walk in the moonlight!” he huffed. “So just shut up and let me fucking work up to it on my own time, alright asshole?”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know what you think I could do to you,” he grumbled. “Even if I did try to rip your head off or whatever the fuck, it’s not like you couldn’t take me in a fight. I���d just be causing myself a whole lot of trouble.”

“I know,” Sanji snapped, unable to stop himself from baring his fangs and feeling terrible for it when all Zoro did in return was raise an eyebrow. 

He knew Zoro meant well. It wasn’t his fault that he’d never learned anything about traditional monster hierarchies and behaviors until well after he’d passed the point of caring about any of them. Or rather, it was his fault, because he’d been the one stupid enough to accidentally wander outside the Third Circle of Hell as a child and then be unable to find his way back, leaving him to be raised by a clan of humans and thus developing a soft spot for mortals in general; but it wasn’t like Zoro had intended for any of that to happen. He didn’t deserve Sanji’s ire for being such an anomaly that Sanji still had a hard time wrapping his head around it. Plenty of other things sure—but not this.

With a sigh, Sanji went back to puffing vehemently on his clove cigarette. It only took a few more drags to finish, and then Sanji put the butt out on his tongue before flicking it away.

“Okay,” he said, turning to face Zoro. “I’m ready.”

Zoro rolled his eyes again, muttering something under his breath that sounded like fucking finally. Sanji scowled at him, but in the interest of moving things along so he could just get this stupid feeding over with, chose not to respond. Instead, he grabbed Zoro’s proffered arm gently by the wrist and brought it up to his mouth. 

This close, he could hear the dull thrum of Zoro’s pulse, smell the scent of smoke and salt and metal that was constantly radiating off his skin. On other demons, that particular combination always smelt to Sanji like freshly spilled blood and brimstone; on Zoro, it smelt like campfire and ocean spray and the sharp steel of his beloved swords.

Sanji ran his tongue along the back of his teeth a few times, an old grounding technique that Zeff had come up with since taking deep breaths wasn’t really an option for a vampire. Once he felt steady enough, Sanji bared his teeth, pressing the razor-sharp incisors against Zoro’s coal-hot skin and then scraping and scraping and scraping until finally, blood began spilling over his tongue.

As usual, Sanji had to bite back a moan at the taste that flooded his mouth. Because he was a demon, Zoro’s blood ran unusually hot, and it always tasted to Sanji like some kind of alcohol. Sometimes a red wine—dry and full-bodied, with a tannin-heavy backdrop of plum and sour cherry. Other times like a whiskey—spicy and complex, with toasted wood notes and a silky finish. Most often, it reminded him of sake—earthy rice and cedar flavors that gave way to a hint of citrus, best when enjoyed warm.

He drank as quickly as he could, but the one problem with feeding from Zoro was that unlike a human, Zoro’s natural healing factor would kick in and start closing the wound Sanji made with his teeth, and he had to continually reopen it until he’d had his fill. This meant that the process took a while, and because Sanji had to keep hold of Zoro’s wrist and constantly be dragging his teeth and tongue over it, it also became… Strangely intimate. 

Especially because Zoro, who had no manners or propriety to speak of, always watched Sanji whenever he fed.

Sanji never watched Zoro in return. In fact, except for the initial scraping, he kept his eyes very firmly shut throughout the entire ordeal; mostly because the one time he had dared to glance over at Zoro, the feeding had nearly turned into something else entirely. Sanji could still recall with perfect clarity the way that Zoro’s good eyes had opened up across his main head, all five of them (the sixth being permanently scarred and closed) staring directly at Sanji with a kind of smoldering heat that had set his blood on fire. The hunger in his stomach had gone up in flames, replaced with a deep, burning desire to see all the other ways that Sanji might make Zoro submit.

And that… That had terrified him. 

Because while it was natural for a vampire to want control over others—was, in fact, an inherent part of their nature, the most evident examples being thrall and siring—Sanji didn’t want to be that kind of vampire. Hadn’t been that kind of vampire for over two hundred years now, successfully fighting back against his bloodthirsty nature to turn himself into, if not a friend of humans, then at least an ally of sorts. There was nothing Sanji dreaded more than becoming the kind of vampire that the Germa Clan had always wanted him to be. He would rather walk directly out into the sunlight than become a vampire like Judge, or worse, his brothers; mindless and savage, existing only to serve their father and find their next hapless meal.

It didn’t matter that Sanji knew Zoro would never make it that easy for him. That the ostensible submission of letting Sanji feed on him was entirely Zoro’s choice, done in the name of protecting the humans for whom they both had a fondness. Fear of his own nature was what had gotten Sanji this far; no matter how badly he wanted to drag his teeth up the line of Zoro’s arm and lap up all the blood he drew on the way before finding out how demon tusks compared to vampire fangs, Sanji wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

It was safer that way. For both of them.

(And if Sanji happened to linger a little longer than strictly necessary with his mouth against Zoro’s wrist, meticulously catching every stray drop of blood that dribbled from the wound, well. Nobody needed to know that except him.)

{sanji: i must resist my bloodthirsty and domineering nature. if i slip up even once it could mean a descent into the savagery of the germa clan. so i CANNOT, under any circumstances, sleep with zoro, because that would just be asking for trouble. zoro: god i want him to use like his personal chew toy}

[vrfinalgirl]

YANDERE! DEREK !

⋆˚࿔ — anon : “Is it okay if I request a yandere derek from the price of flesh”

cw: obsessive-unhealthy behaviors, non-consensual sex and acts, kidnapping, abuse, implied very unhealthy vaginal care due to constant sexual abuse.

Yandere! Derek can be explained with abrupt.

you could never believe the man who bought you, trafficked you, and chased you through a dessert would be so deeply enamored by you saving his life that he’d let you into his own little posh mansion. You could tell he was spoiled when you first met him. His obnoxious smile and the fact that he was able to get his own little torture group together was enough to tell you that this wasn’t your normal sadist.

This was a man whose father never believed in the idea of formalness, or of morals. The only thing they cared about was public image. Not if their son had an unusual interest in girls covered in blood and piss and extreme bdsm. They unknowingly fostered their son’s sadism by not talking about it. By when it got as bad that they had to say something, they gave him a place where he could grow the seeds of depravity. As long as it wasn’t in the house.

But if you know all of this why are you there? why were you chained up on a wooden chair with nothing but scraps on. your feet’s already bloody and bruised and your face and throat burnt from the lack of water. You making it into their perfect home shouldn’t have happened. If anything you thought you were nothing but a sex slave. A whore for this maniac to use on a daily basis for having the humanity to wanna save his life. You knew it was stupid, but was God so cruel to give you a punishment for having empathy for the person who put you in hell?

The answer is yes. you sit staring at him the first day you were there. Questioning and trying to put together all the pieces in your head. You immediately knew he was rich. You kinda guessed it when you heard the constant buzz of maids coming in and out of the room, cleaning up teenage porn erotica and cum stains. It’s almost like he tried to be presentable for you. One of the first things you spot is a family portrait, him surrounded by children and man persumed his father. Unlike the kids. They look just alike. Both sporting a white, wide smile and dirty blonde hair.

The moment you see Derek it’s too late to close your eyes and pretend like you were still dreaming. He’s already too close to you, leaning over you with the lingering of beer and smoke in his breath. “look who’s finally awake.” He’s uncomfortably close to you and you’re too petrified to speak. “I thought about all the things I wanted to do to you, and realized I was out of time so I took you home.” the last words you heard before you slipped back out of consciousness. “I’m gonna make you wish you died out there.”

your arms are chained behind you whenever you wake up. your legs and crotch are incredibly sore and it doesn’t take you long to wonder why. blood pools beneath your naked thighs when you try to shuffle away. your chain needing some give before your able to get up. Despite the pain in your legs you get up and walk to the window, your balance terrible but you’re able to walk just enough to see the familiar face of the moon looking back at you. Bright and eerie. And like a warning, Derek comes creeping inside. As abrupt as ever. He’s not dressed as professional as he was last time. Instead he has nothing on at all, nothing but a tan towel draped around his torso, his glistening abs on display. he seems to not mind you walking around. Letting his towel drop to floor before tuning to you.

“what? Like what you see?” You don’t say much. You never do. Your jaw still feels incredibly sore, from God knows what. And you seem to feel every pulse and muscle inside of you. you almost feel embarrassed of the stain you left on the bed and for some reason you can’t take your eyes off it. He seems to follow your eyes for a second before chucking and looking back to you. “dirty girl, leaving stains on my new sheets.” Disgusting man as he is he wipes over the bed dramatically before sniffing his hand. “I was going to wait until you woke up to fuck you but you look so cute all sleepy and unable to fight back.” He beckons you over with a hand signal.

You don’t move. Instead you stand impossibly closer to the window like it’ll suddenly open up and let you fall into the night. He sighs dramatically, pulling out a remote to a collar you didn’t even notice was there. He calls out for you one more time, and not before letting you respond pressed the bright button until it brings you to the floor. “You writhe like a dog. Now I want you to crawl to me like one.” It’s hard to belief he wants you to crawl to him while electrocuting your brains, or with your hands cuffed. however when the intensity gets more power you have no choice to sit up and crawl to him like a dog settling beneath his thighs like a good puppy. his hands rest on your lips before smacking yo to the ground. Tears and blood in your eyes before meeting you on the ground. And that’s how your first day went.

[jikookncity]

Biker!Jungkook x Reader (Smut)

Jungkook drives by on his motorcycle and notices Y/n on the side of the street needing assistance...they get friendly and a little flirty later on

WC: 2.1k, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, etc.

The late afternoon sun painted the campus parking lot gold, glinting off chrome and bouncing heat off the pavement. Y/N stood beside her sputtering old sedan, phone in hand, brows furrowed as she poked around under the hood with absolutely no idea what she was looking at.

“Come on,” she mumbled, tapping at something like it would magically work.

A low rumble broke through the quiet—deep, throaty, and close. She looked up just in time to see a sleek black Harley pull into the lot, engine purring like a beast at rest. The rider cut the engine and swung his leg over effortlessly, thick black boots hitting the ground with a thud.

Jungkook.

She’d seen him before. Everyone had. Tattoo sleeve crawling up one muscular arm, a lip ring glinting when he smirked—which he did often—and the confidence of someone who knew exactly what effect he had on people.

He tugged his helmet off, running inked fingers through his messy black hair, dark eyes locking with hers.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and smooth. “Didn't expect to see you out here looking so… helpless.”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

He just grinned, sauntering closer, a heavy chain hanging off his jeans. “Relax, sweetheart. Just saying, you don’t really strike me as the under-the-hood type.”

“I’m trying to figure it out,” she muttered, crossing her arms defensively.

“Oh, you are?” Jungkook leaned over the open hood and whistled. “Looks like you’ve been poking around your radiator like it’s your makeup bag.”

She flushed. “I do have a toolbox.”

His brow rose, amused. “Do you now?”

She opened the trunk and sure enough, nestled beside a tote bag and a box of snacks, was a barely touched, shiny pink toolbox. Jungkook whistled again, grabbing it with one hand. “Cute. Bet you’ve never used this thing.”

She stayed silent, lips pouting slightly.

“Didn’t think so.” He knelt by the car, rings gleaming on his fingers as he twisted and adjusted things with practiced ease. “Lucky for you, I know my way around dirty machines.”

That had no right sounding as filthy as it did.

Y/N swallowed. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

Jungkook glanced up, his eyes catching the shift in her expression, the heat spreading across her cheeks. He tilted his head and smirked.

“You always this red when a guy talks to you?”

“I’m not red,” she lied.

“Right. Just hot?” He reached out and thumbed a smear of oil off her cheek, his fingers warm and slow. “You’ve got the good girl thing going on, but I think you like getting your hands dirty. Don’t you?”

She stared at him, heart thudding. He was too close. Too there.

With the hood down, the car suddenly purred back to life. Jungkook slammed it shut, resting one hand casually on it while still looking at her like he was sizing her up for dessert.

“All fixed,” he said. “So. How about you thank me?”

She blinked. “Thank you…”

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping an octave. “That’s not what I meant, princess.”

Her breath caught. She wasn’t even sure what she was agreeing to when she whispered, “What do you mean?”

His grin widened, hungry. “Can I see you around sometime?”

She hesitated… then nodded. “Yeah. You can.”

Jungkook leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he murmured, “Good. Next time I wanna see how red you can get when you’re underneath me instead of your car.”

Her legs trembled. Her head spun.

She was so screwed.

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The quad was busy, sunlight slanting through the trees as students milled about between classes, but Jungkook had no trouble spotting her. She was perched on the steps outside the library, books in her lap, a pen tapping against her lip in concentration. Her hair glowed in the light, and she looked so soft—a contrast to the leather and ink that always clung to him like a second skin.

He stepped up, cocky grin in place.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Y/N looked up, surprised. Her lips parted in that breathless way he was starting to crave.

“Jungkook,” she said slowly, marking her page. “Did your bike break down this time?”

He laughed. “Nah, just figured I’d try this whole ‘approachable on foot’ thing.”

She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

He scratched the back of his neck, feigning casual. “Was thinking… maybe you wanna study together? I heard caffeine and flashcards are all the rage.”

Her brow arched higher. “You study?”

He smirked, eyes glinting. “I do. If it’s with you.”

The campus café was cozy and quiet, the air rich with coffee beans and the faint clink of spoons on ceramic. Jungkook surprised her by holding the door open and pulling out her chair with a half-bow.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman today,” she teased.

He shrugged, sitting beside her and throwing one arm over the back of her chair, his thigh brushing hers. “Don’t get used to it.”

They went over notes, him pretending to understand more than he did, and her trying not to laugh when he got terms wrong on purpose just to hear her scold him. Every time she leaned in to explain something, he watched her lips instead of the page, biting his pierced one to keep from saying something filthy.

She caught him staring once and nudged him with her elbow.

“Are you even listening?”

“Hard not to when you’re this close,” he murmured, eyes warm now—not just teasing. She blinked, and for a second, they just looked at each other.

It hit him then, low in his gut. He liked her laugh. The way she pouted when confused. The way she looked at him like she couldn’t decide if he was trouble or worth it.

He wanted to be worth it.

As the sun dipped below the campus buildings, casting golden shadows across the sidewalk, Jungkook stood and stretched, glancing down at her. “Let me take you home.”

She blinked. “On your bike?”

He nodded.

Y/N chewed her lip. “Is it… safe?”

He tilted his head, smile fading. When he answered, it was quiet and sincere. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever.”

Her heart thudded a little harder. She looked at him, at the rings on his fingers, the leather jacket, the tattoos—everything about him should’ve screamed danger.

But something in his eyes made her feel the opposite.

“…Okay,” she whispered.

His lips curved, slow and soft this time. He grabbed her bag without asking, slinging it over his shoulder, then reached down and laced his fingers with hers.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, tugging her gently toward the parking lot. “Let’s go.”

The helmet he handed her smelled like him—leather and cologne and something warm underneath. He steadied her as she climbed on, his hands brushing her thighs as he made sure she was seated right.

Then he climbed on in front, reaching back to guide her arms around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder. “And don’t worry—I’ve got you.”

Her cheek pressed to his back, heart racing.

She didn’t doubt it for a second.

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The ride to her apartment was unlike anything Y/N had ever felt—adrenaline and heat wrapped in the roar of Jungkook’s engine and the strength of his body between her thighs. Her arms were tight around his waist, her cheek pressed to his back, and every time he leaned into a turn, she gasped and held on tighter.

By the time he pulled into her driveway and killed the engine, her pulse was a wild drumbeat.

Jungkook climbed off first, reaching to steady her as she swung her leg over and stumbled slightly, dazed and breathless.

“That was…” she started, unable to find the words.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of windblown hair from her face. “Fun?”

“Terrifying,” she whispered.

He grinned. “But you trusted me.”

She nodded slowly, eyes flicking to his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

And then he kissed her.

It started soft—like he wasn’t sure if he should—but the second her fingers gripped the collar of his jacket, he groaned and deepened it. His hands found her waist, pressing her gently but firmly against her front door, hips barely grazing hers.

She whimpered when his lip ring dragged against her bottom lip, his tongue brushing into her mouth slow and hot, tasting like coffee and danger. Her head spun. She tugged at his jacket, wanting more.

When they broke for air, her eyes were wide, voice barely a whisper. “I’ve never… been with someone like you.”

Jungkook froze, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “You’re not… what I’m used to.”

He smiled—softer this time, but still cocky, still him. “Good.”

Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, tilting her chin up and pressing his body flush against hers. She felt every hard line of him—his chest, his thighs, the way he held her like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Still kissing her, he reached behind her blindly, fumbling with the doorknob until it clicked open. He pushed it gently and walked her backward into her apartment, mouths still locked.

As soon as the door shut behind them, his hands slipped to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, carrying her toward the couch, toward the edge of something she’d never known she wanted so badly.

“Let me show you what it’s like,” he murmured against her neck, “being with someone like me.”

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He set her down gently, lips brushing hers as he murmured, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t,” she breathed. “I want this.”

That was all he needed.

Jungkook kissed her again, slower this time. His jacket was the first to go, then hers, tossed somewhere behind them. His hands slipped under her shirt, tracing the curve of her waist, up to her ribs, brushing the edge of her bra like he was memorizing every inch.

“You’re so soft,” he muttered, lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her skin. “So sweet. I knew you’d feel like this.”

Y/N whimpered, arching up into his touch, hands tugging at his shirt until he let her pull it off. Her breath caught—seeing all that ink, the muscles, the sheer power of him up close.

He took his time. Every kiss down her body made her feel worshipped. He undressed her slowly, her breathing hitching when his fingers found her soaked panties, dragging them down with a low groan.

“Already this wet for me?” he teased softly, fingers brushing over her folds, slow and teasing. “God, you really are a good girl.”

She tried to respond but whimpered instead when he finally pushed inside—slow and deep. Jungkook stilled once he was fully seated, forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, voice trembling just a little.

She nodded fast, eyes glossy. “Feels so good…”

He started slow. Gentle thrusts. Deep strokes. One hand cradling her head as she clung to him, moaning quietly into his neck. Jungkook kissed her softly, murmuring praises against her lips. “So tight, baby… fuck, you’re perfect.”

But the moment she started rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning louder, something in him snapped.

“Yeah?” he growled, grabbing her thighs and pushing them up, tilting her hips. “You like that?”

“Yes—Jungkook—please—”

“Fuck, you like when I talk dirty, don’t you? You’ve been so sweet on the outside, but this pussy’s filthy for me.”

He started thrusting harder, snapping his hips into her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. She was gasping now, nails digging into his back, head thrown back as he fucked her into the couch.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he grunted, slamming into her deeper. “Bet your little fingers couldn’t even come close to how this feels.”

Her body trembled underneath him. “No—only you—Jungkook, oh my God—”

“Yeah?” he smirked, hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on her clit. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me ruin that sweet girl reputation?”

She shattered around him with a cry, body clenching hard as she came, her legs shaking and voice cracking as she whimpered his name like a prayer.

He fucked her through it, slower again, groaning as he chased his own release. When he finally came, it was with a deep, filthy moan, pressing deep inside her and collapsing over her with a shaky exhale.

They stayed like that for a moment—breathing heavy, hearts pounding, limbs tangled and sweaty.

Then she whispered, barely audible against his skin:

“…Can I tell you something?”

He raised his head, eyes sleepy but curious. “Yeah?”

She bit her lip shyly, fingers drawing shapes on his shoulder. “I’ve had this… really dirty fantasy since I met you.”

His brows rose, amused. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “I want to do it on your bike.”

There was a beat of silence—then a slow, wicked grin spread across Jungkook’s face.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He kissed her jaw, laughing low and dark. “You have no idea what you just started.”

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[fleetingsonghurricane]

I always thought, that when Cora married Robert, she became part of the family. So Rosamund became kinda like her sister. Not her friend. And there is a big difference. Also Rosamund has always been the Lady, Cora needed to be ( in Violent's eyes) which probably didn't allow them to see each other as friends either. And once Rosamund moved to London and lived a life that would never be possible for Cora and Robert there just wasn't much to be bonded over. Especially since Rosamund has a lot of qualities from Violet which Cora probably isn't too fond of.

I guess they both arranged themselves with the situation as it was. Robert and Rosamund don't appear too close either, which probably didn't make it easier for Cora to bond with her.

And siblings often are like "I'd die for my sister, but there is no way in hell, I'll share my dessert with her* and I feel like that's what's going on here. There's a mutual understanding that they are both Crawleys, they have a bond, but that's it. They don't have anything else in common.

Only in later seasons after a lot of scheming and hiding they seem to be on a more even ground. Maybe because they see each other in London and not Downtown, which changes the dynamics and so much has happened that they just are part of each other's lives. Neither wanting to make it worse for the other.

I think we all firmly believe that Rosamond and Cora are best friends, but in season one Cora spends a good minute calling Rosamond cheap and telling Robert that his sister didnt want to see him but that she came for free food💀

[technicallyaminecraftsimp]

Help Anxious Ahhhhh

[depresseddepot]

u know. i don't think i can be happy if i've altered my diet so much to the point where i can't make and eat baked goods.

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

"Emotional flinching," Anais said, her voice coming out softer than she'd planned. "Yeah, that makes sense. When someone starts digging past the surface and you realize everything you've built is basically pretend." She was supposed to be mining this conversation for ammunition against Izel, but instead she found herself relating to his damage. The whole squatter in someone else's world thing hit closer to home than she wanted to deal with. She'd done plenty of that herself - proving she belonged in rooms full of people who'd never had to rebuild after their father fell apart. Demir wasn't giving her some sanitized version where he looked better. He was admitting he'd faked his entire identity just to feel like he mattered somewhere. This was perfect intelligence on the Solis princess, proof that even she could be fooled and abandoned. Except he looked genuinely destroyed talking about it, like the memory of someone actually loving him and him throwing it away still kept him up at night. 

Her father had loved people too, trusted the wrong family, believed they'd protect him when things got messy. The Solis empire had tossed him aside without a second thought, but their precious daughter got an ex who tortured himself over hurting her. "Just done is definitely worse than angry," she continued, picking up her water glass to buy herself time. "Anger means they still care enough to fight. Done means they've already moved on while you're still figuring out what happened." The words came easier than they should have, more honest than strategic. His comment about her office memos caught her off guard. "Trust me, my audit reports are pure poetry," she said, laughing despite everything. "Nothing says romance like 'systematic irregularities in municipal spending patterns suggest deliberate misconduct.' I should probably put that on my dating profile."

She was getting off script here. This was supposed to be about gathering information on Izel, not offering genuine comfort to someone connected to her targets. But watching him tap his thumb against that glass made her think about how he'd been waiting early for their dinner, worried he'd misread grocery store flirting. "Growth with a side of grilled accountability sounds about right for both of us," she said, setting her menu down. "And honestly? The fact that you can admit you panicked instead of blaming her for seeing through you says something about who you are now." She leaned forward slightly, genuinely curious now despite herself. "As for dessert without trauma … where's the fun in that? But maybe we can stick to the lighter childhood damage for tonight. Save the tax history for the second date."

His smile softened a little at her next question. Not the teasing kind—it was the kind that came when someone actually listened instead of just waiting for their turn to talk. He rubbed his jaw, eyes narrowing slightly like he was replaying something he didn’t particularly want to remember. “What gave me away?” he repeated, voice quieter now. “Honestly… it was the way I reacted when she started asking real questions. About my past, my people, what I actually wanted.” He exhaled through his nose, hands clasped in front of him now like they needed something to do. “I flinched. That’s what did it. Not physically, just—emotionally. I’d built the whole thing on this idea that if I could look like I belonged, maybe I’d eventually feel like I did. But the second she tried to really know me? I panicked. Kept the doors locked. You can’t build anything real when you’re still acting like a squatter in someone else’s world.” He shook his head, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She didn’t leave angry. Just… done. That was somehow worse.”

Demir let out a low laugh, tipping his head as if genuinely impressed. “And please boring city bureaucrat?” he echoed. “Anais, I don’t know what kind of office memos you’re sending, but if they’re half as sharp as your dinner table commentary, I want to subscribe.” Then, catching himself sliding too far down that slope, he tilted his head with a crooked grin. “But hey, if we’re calling this growth, I’ll take it. Even if it comes with a side of grilled accountability.”

He reached for his water, but didn’t drink—just held the glass for a second, thumb tapping against the condensation. Across from him, Anais looked effortlessly composed, but not cold. She was curious, sharp, more honest than she probably meant to be. And he liked it—really liked it—in a way that unsettled him, because he wasn’t performing for once. He wasn’t calculating his next move or tailoring his answers to fit someone else’s version of him. He was just... sitting here. Talking. Laughing. Owning his mess. And somehow, she made that feel like something worth doing. The realization sat low in his chest, a warm pressure he couldn’t quite name. He cleared his throat and flashed her a playful look. “So, risotto and confessions. Think we can make it through dessert without slipping into tax history or childhood trauma? Or should I ask the waiter for something strong enough to pair with both?”

[meowzfordayz]

caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm  getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

[gatorbites-imagines]

I finished watching the new spiderverse movie- Im OBBSESED with miles M, Miguel and hobie tbh.

Sooo.. if it’s not a problem, could you write hc’s for either miles m, hobie or Miguel please? :)) it’s fine if you don’t want to, I really do not mind <33

Luv youu <3

Miles Morales, Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown

Relationship Headcanons

How about some relationship headcanons for all of them?

Miles Morales

He’s so sweet when you guys are dating. He doesn’t have much to any experience when it comes to dating, so he’s kinda basing it all off of media he’s watched or read, and from what he’s seen between his parents.

He brings you cheesy gifts on your anniversary, like flowers or those really big teddy bears that’s holding a big plush heart. Hed also go out of his way to get your favorite cake or dessert, and if you don’t like sweets, hed get you something else.

He loves kissing, Miles would do that thing where he lifts one of his legs when you kiss, like in the cartoons. The best way to distract him is to kiss his cheeks or lean over and kiss him on the lips. It always makes him lose his train of thought, and makes him cover his face and giggle.

Miles loves holding your hand, you two can always be caught holding hands in one way. Be it by intertwining your fingers, or just locking pinkies when you walk. Its one of the best ways to help ground Miles when he’s stressed, since just feeling you hold his hand helps him focus on something other than stress.

His parents love you, since you are nice and respectful, and never refer to them by their first names, and you make Miles so happy. They’ve seen how mushy Miles gets, and he almost has hearts above his head when he talks about you, so they’re happy that he’s happy.

Miguel O’Hara

Miguel is a little more subtle and quiet about his love for you. He’s a pretty jaded guy, and has a deep fear of losing you. So, when you guys start dating, he might be kinda standoffish or scared of getting close to you, since he fears he would love you too much or somehow scare you away.

Shows his love in quieter ways, like bringing you your favorite drink or letting you lean against his shoulder when you are tired. It would take a while before he would cuddle you back or kiss you on the lips, but Miguel would always kiss you on the forehead or the top of your head.

Is a little insecure about his fangs or claws, since they come right out of the bottom of his fingers and don’t act like normal claws. When he sees you don’t mind though, it helps lighten the insecurity a bit and after a while hed grow comfortable, and would stop hiding them.

When he feels completely safe and secure in your guy’s relationship, you see a whole new side of him. He’s such a secret cuddlebug its insane. Look at him and tell me he isn’t touch starved. And now that he has you, there will be no way for you to escape his strong arms. Don’t get it mixed up though, he’s the little spoon and cuddled against your chest, not you against his.

He always kisses you like you mean the world and the stars to him, like its gonna be your last. This is because a small part of his brain is still constantly scared he will lose you, or that he’s gonna die on missions. Because of these fears he might need some hugs and kisses after missions.

Hobie Brown

Hobie is an easygoing guy, so he wouldn’t make the biggest thing out of you two dating. So, if you are one for big displays of affection of devotion, he wouldn’t be your guy. He likes to keep his love more subtle and on the quiet side, just for you two and no one else.

Would still bring you small gifts, like his guitar picks or a cool shirt or jacket he made for you. He loves when you wear his clothes and will wear yours too if possible. The moment you agreed to date him you pretty much signed up for him raiding your closet for anything he likes. And he probably looks better wearing it than you ever did too.

Isn’t a mushy guy, but still likes to cuddle as much as the next guy. Doesn’t care about being big or little spoon, just wants to get close to you, especially after a long and stressful day, or if you’ve ever gotten hurt in one way or another. Because dating Hobie would probably end up with you getting hurt every now and then, but dating Hobie also means you know how to defend yourself too.

Hobie is the kind of guy to start wearing a chain with a lock on it when you two get serious, it’s the most visible he is with his love for you. He’s also extremely loyal, no one could even catch a smidge of his attention with you around, so you would never have to worry about him cheating.

Writes songs for you and about you, they can get a little cringy sometimes, but you love them anyways. He would also just make up songs on the spot when you guys are doing stuff. Like about how much he loves your hair, or your outfit, or how you smell good today.