#More characters should be just Subtly Off

[muffinlance]

Hey fic rec time! I didn't do these often so you KNOW it's good

If you like Star Wars and Mandos and falling in love with character dynamics you'll never be able to find again because OP just smooshed together things that never existed before

May I introduce you to:

Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous

Yes Anonymous come out here OP so I can put you in a little jar and provide you optimal writing enrichment and maybe shake you a little to see how you work

Author Summary:

Feemor saves a random Mandalorian and earns himself the position of Jedi watchman for the sector. Now if only the mandos would stop hunting him so that he can investigate this terrorist cell in peace.

Jaster really wants to talk to the jedi who slapped the darksaber into his hands before running off. Now if only the haat'ade could track him down.

My Summary:

Feemor Gives Mandalorians a Life-Changing Field Trip (No They Cannot Exit This Ride): The Fic

The writing is so smooth the humor is HIGH-LARIOUS the angst is wrapped up in the humor which is wrapped up in outsider POV

It's like you went to Fic Restaurant and the waiter slapped the menu out of your hand and said "I've got the good shit" and you were too terrified to protest that actually you were just here for a little hurt/comfort fix-it fic but when they came back

Oh damn

Oh that is the good shit

Anyway click this it's the good shit

[salsakiyoomi]

ex! nanami who comes to you drunk.

it was a mistake, really. he shouldn't have let satoru convince him to go out for drinks, and he shouldn't have drank so much, and most of all, he shouldn't have come to you at three am, drunk out of his mind.

you were awake, of course. nanami knew that you’d be awake, and maybe that's part of the reason he found himself going to you.

besides the fact that he missed you of course.

the knocks that come at your door are languid and soft, you almost think you imagined it but nope, they come again and this time you sure you heard it.

you get up and head towards the door quietly, before opening it just an inch to see who it is, only to be met with a familiar mop of blonde hair.

nanami looks at you and your breath hitches because he's as beautiful as you remember — although he looks a little unkempt, with his tie loosened and his hair a mess with red blooming on his cheeks, and god, you could kiss him right now.

no, nope. you shouldn't be thinking like that, he's your ex now.

“nanami.” you utter out and he tries to pretend that the usage of his last name doesn't send a pang through his heart.

“y/n.” he says, looking at you with those stupidly beautiful brown eyes of his that you can't possibly resist.

“what-what are you doing here?!” you exclaim, sort of agitated that he came to your apartment at three am, “and — oh my god, are you drunk?”

he gulps, “sort of. can i come in?”

you hesitate. the logical thing would be to tell him no, that he wasn't allowed at your place anymore and that he wasn't welcome to your hospitality, that the both of you were an old story now. but the emotional thing? the emotional thing would be to let him in and take care of him, shower him and get him into more comfortable clothes and —

“okay.” you say, opening the door wider for him to come in.

he stumbles in, and you help support him and god, just feeling the warmth of his body against yours brings back old memories that you've long since buried.

you guide him to the couch where he plops down on it.

“what got you so out of character?” you ask, almost shyly as you shift from one foot to another, trying not to look at his lips.

“gojo.” he simply says, sighing.

“...right.” you mumble, unsure of what to say before you quickly head to the kitchen, ignoring your racing heart.

nanami, on the other hand? he's definitely having cardiac arrest.

because you look as ethereal and soft as he remembered — of other-worldly beauty that he could not comprehend yet he sees you as you approach him with a glass of water in your hand.

“here.” you say, handing it to him and he gulps, his fingers brushing against your knuckles so subtly yet enough to make his heart flutter.

he doesn't know what made him come to you — maybe it was the fact gojo ditched him, or the fact you lived so close to the bar he was at, or maybe the simple fact that he just missed you, and longed to see you again.

he gulps down the water, trying to keep his eyes off of you.

a few moments of silence pass and he can feel your gaze boring into him.

“i can tell you have something to say.” he mumbles, finally looking up to meet your gaze as you shyly look away — he smiles at your bashful self, “what is it you have to say?”

“uhm…” you stammer, “just, uh, what brought you here?” 

nanami stiffens but he knows you'd emerge an answer, after all, it's been almost nine months since your initial break up, and this is the first time he ever broke ‘no contact.’

“right.” he mutters, “just…had nowhere else to go.”

“oh.” you utter — it's a blatant lie, you know that, and you know it was just a stupid excuse to see you, yet you don't call him out on it.

after all, maybe, just maybe you wanted to see him too.

“right, oh.” he hums, getting up from the couch, “i should probably go.”

“no!” you blurt out before you could think. 

“...no?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

“just, uhm…” you stutter, fiddling with your fingers, “it's pretty late and quiet out there, and uh, you have nowhere else to go and uhm, y'know —” you cut yourself out, sighing, “just stay the night, nanami.”

he chuckles to himself — you've always been a stuttering mess whenever you were shy or so, and this was definitely one of those occasions.

“right, of course.”

nanami thinks that he misses you, like a lot, more than he can describe. but he also knows that this entire break up was his fault.

if only he hadn't overworked so much, then maybe things would be different now.

“thank you,” nanami finally says after a moment, “for your hospitality.”

“don't thank me.” you mumble, “just make yourself comfortable, okay?”

“...okay.”

“goodnight.” you say softly.

nanami smiles, “goodnight.”

he may have lost you for the long term, but for tonight? he'll just dwell on this interaction, because at least he got to see you one more time.

one more time before he went off to shibuya.

but he promises himself, he promises himself that after he's done with whatever in shibuya, he’ll come back to you.

he'll make you his again.

tagging : @deathofacupid since you asked me to tag u babes :3 <33

[eclipixels]

Casual

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage

Content: "Casual relationship with the boys but it’s just you getting ahead of yourself and planning to talk to them about getting serious until you saw a headline about 'your' man going official with another lady." - @captainshindo

     Yoichi Isagi

      You weren’t the jealous type. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

      Isagi Yoichi was never officially yours, not in the way that mattered. Sure, he kissed you like you were the only person in the world, pulled you into his arms like he had no intention of letting go, and whispered things at night that made your stomach flip. But there had never been a label.

      It was fine. You were fine. Until you saw the headline.

      "Blue Lock’s Rising Star Isagi Yoichi Goes Official With Mystery Beauty!"

      Your stomach dropped. The article featured blurry paparazzi shots of him with some woman—her face obscured, but her hand was clearly clutching his wrist. You read every line, dissecting every word like it held the key to your survival of your heart. The journalist speculated, fans freaked out, and suddenly, it felt like the whole world was deciding where Isagi’s heart belonged.

      Except, no one had asked you.

      You slammed your phone down, anger bubbling up, not just at him but at yourself. You had been ready, so ready, to have the talk, to define what this thing between you really was. But now? What was the point?

      When Isagi came home later, he immediately noticed something was off.

      "You’re mad at me."

      "Really?” You scoffed.

      "Yeah, you are." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is this about the article? I have no idea who that woman even was, I’m pretty sure it was a fan."

      Your eyes snapped to him. He looked guilty. Good.

      "Why would I care?" you asked, voice tight. "We’re not dating, right? I mean, not really. So why should I care?"

      His heart cracked when you said that. Did this mean nothing to you? Truth be told, he was planning to talk to you soon about your relationship. He wanted to be yours officially, now he feels dumb for not doing it sooner. Because now, his baby’s heart was broken and he didn’t know how to fix it.

      "Come on, you know that’s not—"

      "Not what? Not true?"

      And it wasn’t like he could just announce to the world that he was taken. Right? But still, he could’ve done something. At least that's what you told yourself.

      Isagi sat in bed that night, phone in hand, searching for ways to subtly (or not-so-subtly) let people know he was taken.

      What he found was… questionable.

      “Give her your hoodie, post her on your story, make it obvious.”

      Okay. Normal enough. What else, though? He wanted to do something more than that.

      “Hickeys are the ultimate mark of possession.”

      His face burned. He thought about it for half a second, then realized they were temporary. That wasn’t enough.

      And then he saw it.

      A tattoo. Permanent. Undeniable. Forever.

      It was impulsive, but so was he.

      Isagi came home, a slight wince on his face as he rolled his shoulder as he began experiencing the weak symptoms of a tattoo flu.

      "Hey."

      You barely looked up from your phone.

      He hovered for a second, then sighed dramatically. "You’re still mad."

      Silence.

      "Okay, well, can you at least look at me?"

      With an exaggerated eye-roll, you glanced up and immediately did a double take.

      "What the hell is that?" you asked, pointing at the fresh ink on the side of his neck.

      Bold, black letters. Your name. Right there for the world to see.

      "A tattoo," he said casually, like he hadn’t just done the most insane thing in history.

      Your mouth opened. Then closed. "No, yeah, I can see that. Why?"

      Isagi scratched the back of his head, suddenly sheepish. "Well, I wanted people to know I’m taken."

      "That’s the way you went about it?"

      "Yeah, but this way, they can’t argue about it." He grinned, a little too pleased with himself.

      “Check my socials” He said with a smug expression. You gave him a puzzled but cautious look as you slowly opened your social media.

      He posted you. Not just that, he put your name in his bio with a heart emoji.

      You blinked. Slowly.

      "You’re insane."

      "Maybe." He stepped closer, tilting his head with a smirk. "But now you can’t say I’m not serious."

      “That is a good picture of us,” You hummed, squealing on the inside at the gesture. He really did that.

      “Match bios with me before it looks like I’m embarrassing myself.” He said sternly and you laughed, your eyes falling past from his lips to the fresh tattoo on his neck.

      “That’s permanent”

      “So is this,” He smiled slyly, pulling you in for a kiss.

      Damn him. Damn him and his stupid, reckless, insanely hot commitment.

      You exhaled, shaking your head. "You’re lucky I love you, Isagi Yoichi."

      That was the first time you said those words to him. I love you.

      "I know. I love you too.” He grinned. Yeah, and so does the whole world know now too.

     Meguru Bachira

      You weren’t the type to rush into things.

      Or at least, that’s what you told yourself when you first started seeing Bachira Meguru. It had been casual, fun, and effortless. The kind of relationship where dates blurred into late-night calls, where teasing turned into lingering touches, and where stolen kisses didn’t come with strings attached. You liked him. A lot. Maybe too much.

      That was the problem.

      You told yourself it was just fun. That the way he’d tug you close after a match, sweat still dripping from his bangs, meant nothing. The way he sent you voice notes about the most random things, like how the vending machine near his training center always stole his coins. It wasn’t anything special.

      But you wanted more. And after weeks of convincing yourself it wasn’t just one-sided, you’d decided it was time to have the conversation. The ‘what are we?’ talk. The ‘I think I want to be with you officially’ talk.

      You had it all planned out. You’d meet him after practice, maybe go for a walk, maybe grab something to eat. You’d be subtle about it, ease into it the way you always did with him. No pressure. No big declarations.

      Then, fate decided to punch you in the gut.

      Your phone screen lit up with a notification, the kind you usually ignored. But the name caught your eye. Bachira Meguru.

      It wasn’t a text. It wasn’t even a message from him. It was a headline. A big, bold, soul-crushing headline plastered across a sports gossip site.

      “Blue Lock Star Bachira Meguru Goes Official with Rising Model Hana Yoshida!”

      The article was filled with pictures, ones you’d never seen before. Bachira with his arm draped over her shoulders, grinning like he had no worries in the world. Her hand playfully on his chest. Them standing too close, their body language screaming intimacy.

      You stared at your phone, the weight of your own naivety sinking in.

      Had he ever mentioned her? No.

      Had he ever given you any reason to believe it was just you? Also no.

      You had assumed. And that was your mistake.

      The realization was sobering. The night before, he had sent you a voice note about his latest match, his usual excited rambling filling your ears. It felt normal. Easy. Safe. But now, the words rang hollow in your memory, like they belonged to a different story altogether.

      You inhaled sharply and forced a laugh, the sound bitter in your own ears.

      Wasn’t this a blessing in disguise? If you had spoken to him any sooner, you would’ve made a fool of yourself.

      Dodged a bullet. Saved yourself from embarrassment.

      You locked your phone and tossed it onto the couch, letting out a long breath. Maybe it was time to let go of the idea of ‘what could’ve been’ and accept what was staring you in the face.

      Bachira Meguru was never yours to begin with.

      You had ignored his calls. His texts. His voice notes. Bachira was starting to panic. Had he done something wrong? Had he messed up what you two had, without even realizing it?

      The overwhelming feelings he had for you were impossible to express, no matter how hard he tried. He never quite knew the right words, but he knew this. He couldn’t lose you. After years of isolation, of feeling like no one truly understood him, you had come into his life. You got him. And now, the thought of that slipping away, of you slipping away, was unbearable.

      So, in the dead of night, with anxiety clawing at his chest, Bachira showed up at your door. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, a bag of your favorite snacks in the other, and an apology for whatever the hell it was he had done to make you pull away. He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for, but he knew he couldn’t stand this silence between you two any longer.

      When he stood there, nervously shifting from foot to foot, the words he blurted out took you by surprise, and all the anger you had been holding onto melted away in an instant.

      “Are you breaking up with me or something? What did I do?”

      You blinked, taken aback. “Meguru, you really don’t know? You didn’t see the articles and— wait, you thought we’re together?”

      “Well, yeah," he said, frowning, his eyes wide with confusion. "I’m your boyfriend, right? Or did… Oh no, did I assume wrong?” He looked at you in a mix of worry and uncertainty, and something in your chest tightened. He looked so lost, so vulnerable, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

      “No, no, it’s not that,” you said quickly, trying to explain. “I just saw you with that model, and I thought—”

      “It was for a commercial for Chris Prince’s brand,” he interrupted, his expression softening slightly. “Wait… people are thinking it’s more than that?”

      “The article says it’s official,” you said, biting your lip, unsure how to explain the confusion that had swept over you.

      He froze, processing what you said, then his face shifted to a mix of disbelief and determination. “The hell? No, no way. I’m fixing that. But first,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours, “I need to fix this.” The cool night air swirled around him, his features glowing in the soft light, giving him an almost ethereal quality.

      You blinked, momentarily speechless.

      He stepped closer, leaning in as he looked into your eyes with such intensity that you couldn’t look away. “We are together. Yes?”

      You felt your heart race. “Okay,” you answered, the tension in your body easing with the words.

      Without another word, Bachira leaned in and kissed you. Soft, sweet, but with a warmth that melted away any remaining uncertainty. When he pulled back, he glanced up at you with a shy grin.

      “Good. Can I, uh, come in?”

      You blinked again stunned from the kiss before quickly stepping aside. “Oh, yeah! Sorry, come in!”

     Hyoma Chigiri

      Chigiri was great—amazing, even. Every moment spent with him was effortless. The two of you didn’t define things; it was simple. Casual. Late night skin care dates, movies, shopping, boba. No pressure, no expectations. Or so you thought. But somewhere between laughing over late-night games and the quiet mornings at his apartment, you’d started to wish for more. You didn’t just want him in your life—you wanted him. And not just as a casual companion, but as someone who would be there in the long run. So, you had decided to talk to him about taking things a step further.

      You reread your draft one more time.

      “Hey, Hyoma. I know we’ve been having a lot of fun, but... I’ve been thinking a lot about us. I think I’m ready for something more serious. What do you think?”

      You bit your lip, ready to send it, but then the familiar buzz of a notification caught your attention. A headline. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

      “Hyoma Chigiri Goes Official with Miku Takeda”

      Your breath caught. The picture accompanying the article was of Chigiri, smiling brightly beside a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a radiant expression. She looked happy. And he was happy, too. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the wave of disappointment, but it was too much. The words blurred before your eyes as a dull ache settled deep in your chest.

      You blinked rapidly, trying to piece everything together. You two hadn’t exactly made anything official, sure, but... hadn’t the connection felt special? You had been special, hadn’t you? There had been nights spent tangled in each other’s arms, mornings where you stayed in bed a little too long, stealing kisses between sleepy grins.

      A dark thought crept in, taunting you, Was he even serious about me?

      Without thinking, you grabbed your things, leaving the coffee shop in a daze. The cold wind bit at your skin, but you barely noticed. You didn’t know what you were feeling anymore. You had imagined a future with him, and now it was slipping through your fingers like sand.

      The next day, the confusion still gnawed at you. It was hard to focus on anything other than the image of Chigiri standing next to someone else. The woman was probably sweet, charming, someone who could give him everything you could never offer. Was that why he hadn’t wanted to make things official? You were a fool to have expected more.

      You were lost in your thoughts when your phone buzzed again. A text from him.

      “Hey, can I see you later?”

      Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at the message, reading it over and over. He wanted to see you? What could he possibly want to talk about?

      It wasn’t long before you heard a knock on your apartment door. You hesitated for a moment before opening it, only to find Chigiri standing there, his usual calm expression now tinged with uncertainty. His eyes softened when he saw you.

      “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice gentle.

      “I can't,” you replied, trying to sound neutral, but your voice wavered.

      “Why?”

      “I have to um, walk my pet fish.” You gave a poor excuse.

      “Princess, you don’t have a fish.” He bluntly said, giving you a pointed look. Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Why was he here? Why was he calling you that? Why was he playing with you like this? You defeatedly let him in, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on you. There was an awkward silence between you two. He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly unsure of where to start.

      “You saw the article, didn’t you” he said finally, his tone a little more serious.

      You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “I did. I didn’t know you were seeing anyone seriously.”

      “I am,” He said defensively and you gave him a confused look. Was he here to break your heart all over again?

      “If that's all you came here to say then—”

      “You.” He interrupted you. “It’s you. I’m serious about you.”

      “What?”

      “It’s not what you think,” he replied quickly, his voice tense. “That woman in the photo, she was just a fan who asked to take a picture. Nothing more. I don’t know how that rumor even got started.”

      You bit your lip, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through you. Of course, you hadn’t asked him about her. You’d just jumped to conclusions, letting insecurity take hold of you.

      “Oh.” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice.

      Chigiri ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. “No, this is my fault. I should’ve made it clear our relationship so you’d never have to feel this way.” His eyes softened as he stepped closer to you. “But what I’m saying is, I’ve only been focused on you.”

      Your heart skipped in your chest, and you met his gaze at last. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes.

      “Yeah, um, me too.” You awkwardly answered, suddenly feeling small under his gaze.

      “Can I be your boyfriend? Officially?”

      “Yes.”

     Rin Itoshi

      You had always known that Rin Itoshi wasn’t the type for deep emotions. His cool demeanor, sharp gaze, and the way he carried himself on and off the field. it all screamed that he was in control, always. And when you found yourself in a casual relationship with him, it was easy to slip into that mindset.

      For weeks, it had been nothing more than stolen moments. Quiet, private conversations after practice, a few casual dinners here and there, and the occasional late-night texts. You were often there for him during his more emotional problems. You knew Rin wasn’t big on showing affection, and in return, you respected his boundaries. But in the back of your mind, you started to wonder if there was something more. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you couldn’t help it. Every time he looked at you, there was a flicker of something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to share.

      You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. You were enjoying the moments you shared with him, and that was enough, right? But as the days went by, something inside you told you that you wanted more. You had no idea how he would respond, but the thought of asking had you nervous.

      You planned it all out. You’d wait for the perfect moment, maybe after one of his matches when his energy was high, and then you’d talk. Just the two of you, no distractions. You’d explain how you felt.You hoped he wouldn’t brush you off, maybe, just maybe, he’d feel the same way.

      But of course, life had a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them.

      It all started on a random afternoon when you were scrolling through your phone. You were at home, taking a much-needed break from work and from your thoughts of Rin. The screen flickered to a news headline that made your stomach drop.

      "Rin Itoshi Goes Public with New Girlfriend—Is the Blue Lock Star Finally Settling Down?"

      Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. There, on your screen, was a picture of Rin and a woman, someone you had never seen before.

      It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Your mind raced as you scrolled through the article, each sentence tightening the knot in your stomach.

      Was this it? Had you been just a casual fling for him all along? Was this the end of whatever bond you thought you had? The thought of Rin moving on with someone else. Someone so glamorous and perfect for him, of course. It lleft you feeling small and foolish. You had been planning to have that conversation, and now, it felt like everything was too late.

      With trembling fingers, you dropped your phone on the couch and buried your face in your hands. It was the ultimate slap to your pride, the crushing reality that your feelings were never going to be returned the way you had hoped.

      What had you been thinking? You had let yourself get carried away, fantasizing about something more than what was real. You had never asked him where you stood, and now it was too late to fix it. You laughed bitterly at yourself, feeling the sting of embarrassment.

      The next day, you avoided Rin. You weren’t ready to confront him, not yet—not with the painful sting of the news still so fresh in your mind. It hurt more than you expected, this grief, and you needed space to think. You decided to take a walk, but somehow, your feet led you to the one place you always went when you were hurt—a quiet pond tucked away near the park.

      You hadn’t expected to find him there.

      As soon as you spotted him, your breath caught in your throat. You froze, a sharp pang of discomfort settling in your chest. You considered turning and walking away before he noticed you, but it was too late. He saw you.

      "Y/n..." Rin's voice broke through the silence, and there was something in his tone that made you pause. Relief. You didn’t know how to explain it, but it was unmistakable.

      You took a step back, instinctively wanting to retreat, but he caught it. Panic flashed in his eyes, and the urgency in his voice grew. “Don’t go.”

      You stood still, unsure of what to say or do, as he closed the distance between you. The cool air felt heavier with the weight of the moment. Rin’s usual composure was gone. He looked almost vulnerable as he started to speak again.

      “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it before. “The woman in that article... I’ve known her for a while, but we’re not dating. It was just a misunderstanding.”

      You blinked, your mind racing to process his words. "Oh... okay."

      You didn’t know how to respond. The silence stretched between you, thick with all the things unsaid. Now didn’t feel like the right time to voice your feelings, not with everything still so raw.

      Rin seemed to sense your hesitation, though. He took a deep breath, his gaze steady but intense. "I think... we should be together."

      Your heart skipped, confused by the sudden shift. "What?"

      “I don’t like the thought of us not being together,” he continued, his voice firm yet vulnerable. He was a mess. His emotions were all over the place. He was so scared of messing this up with you. “So, will you...?”

      You blinked again, unsure if you heard him correctly. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

      His expression softened, the edges of his usual coldness melting away. “I am.”

      You hesitated, the doubts swirling in your mind. "I don’t want to get hurt."

      Rin stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that took you by surprise. “I promise, I won’t do that to you.”

      You took a shaky breath, the tension in your chest easing slightly. "Okay."

      As soon as you responded, he shocked you with a chaste kiss, his face heating up immedietly afterwards.

     Seishiro Nagi

      It had been an unusually calm week for you and Seishiro Nagi. Despite the usual chaos that surrounded him, whether it was from Blue Lock’s relentless competition or his fanbase constantly buzzing about his status, you and Nagi had settled into a nice routine. There was no commitment, no promises. Just the two of you enjoying each other’s company in a casual, laid-back way. He’d show up at yours some nights, you'd binge-watch youtube or play video games, and the occasional kiss was exchanged, but it was never anything too serious.

      It was comfortable. Simple. And deep down, you felt like it was enough for you.

      But lately? Lately, something has shifted. Maybe it was the way his hands lingered just a bit longer when they brushed yours, or the way his smile made your heart beat faster than it ever had before. He didn’t say it, but you could feel something brewing underneath the surface. You wondered if maybe, just maybe, it was time to talk to him about what this was, what you two were.

      You stood in front of your mirror one morning, nervously adjusting your hair. The moment had to be right. You’d already rehearsed what you were going to say. “Seishiro, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could try something more serious?” The words sounded perfect in your mind, a perfect reflection of your growing feelings. No turning back now.

      However, fate had other plans.

      While scrolling through your phone that afternoon, you stumbled upon an article. The headline hit you like a ton of bricks:

      "Seishiro Nagi Officially Goes Public with New Girlfriend!"

      Your heart stopped. You felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. Your hands trembled as you read the article further. There was Nagi, smiling in a photo with some unknown woman. The words “new girlfriend” loomed over the image like a cruel reminder that whatever you and Nagi had shared, whatever you had hoped for, wasn’t real.

      You had been overthinking things. This was just a casual thing to him, wasn’t it? You’d misread everything.

      Suddenly, the message you had planned to send him felt ridiculous. Why bother talking about getting serious when clearly, he was already with someone else?

      At that moment, the emotional whiplash was too much. You needed space. You couldn’t face him. You locked your phone screen and pushed all thoughts of the conversation aside.

      For the rest of the day, you tried to distract yourself. You threw yourself into your work, watched mindless videos, but it was all in vain. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that headline. Your Nagi, someone you had been secretly falling for, was with someone else.

      Meanwhile, Nagi had no clue that his whole world had just fallen apart.

      He was sleeping soundly, sprawled out in his bed, his phone discarded on the nightstand.

      The evening sunset pierced through his window as he blinked his eyes open, groggy but still content. He missed you, he wonderd if you were busy. A small smile tugged at his lips as he sent you a message. You always knew how to cheer him up after a long day.

      But there was no reply.

      Weird.

      Nagi tilted his head, frowning as he locked his phone and stretched his arms above his head. He figured you were just busy or had fallen asleep early. Still, he felt a little disappointed. You two hadn’t played together in a while.

      He got out of bed, grabbing a quick snack before going back to his room to play a few rounds of valorant on his pc. Yet, something gnawed at him, something felt off. He decided to call you.

      But you didn’t pick up.

      Weird.

      He tried again. Still, no response.

      Now, Nagi was starting to get that feeling in his gut. It wasn’t like you to ignore him like this. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed again.

      This time, it was an article. The same one from earlier, only now it was everywhere. Nagi’s eyes widened as he saw the headline about him and the new “girlfriend.” He froze.

      What the hell was going on?

      His first instinct was to brush it off as some stupid gossip, but his feelings quickly turned into panic as he realized you must’ve seen the article.

      You were sitting on your couch, trying to make sense of everything, when you heard a knock at your door.

      Your heart skipped a beat. Part of you wanted to believe it was him, but the other half knew that was unrealistic. Even if he was here, you didn’t want to face him. Not like this. You didn’t want to explain the mess in your mind, the whirlwind of emotions, and the jealousy that had sprung up when you saw that article.

      You opened the door and there he was. Nagi.

      And before you could say anything, he kissed you—firmly, his lips pressing against yours in a way that made your mind go blank. His hand cupped your cheek, and when he pulled away, his eyes bore into yours, a mix of determination and something else you couldn’t quite place. He hoped you could feel all of his love for you through it.

      “You’re mine. Not anyone else,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “That news article? Fake. All of it.”

      You blinked, completely shocked. “What… what do you mean?”

      Nagi sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what was going on until just now. I didn’t even realize you saw it. But I wasn’t with her. I was never with her. It’s all some stupid misunderstanding.”

      You could hardly process his words. Your heart pounded in your chest, and suddenly the flood of emotions that had built up came rushing in. But before you could speak, Nagi kissed you again before pouting.

      “Now that we’ve cleared that, can we play Overwatch?”

      It was absurd. You were still trying to digest the fact that he’d kissed you that passionately and now he was asking to game? Your face was still red from the gesture.

      “...Okay,” you finally muttered, still a little dazed.

      “Good, I’ve missed playing with my girlfriend.” He smiled, ruffling your hair as he walked past you to get to your room. You almost choked. You’ve been his girlfriend? Since when?

     Reo Mikage

      You had always known your relationship with Reo Mikage wasn’t exactly typical, but that never stopped you from dreaming. Reo had a way of making everything feel effortless. He was charming, with an enigmatic allure that seemed to make everyone gravitate toward him. And yet, he always found a way to make you feel special. Whether it was through a text, spoiling you with gifts, late night walks, a shared glance during class, or a quiet dinner date at one of the many upscale restaurants his family frequented, Reo knew how to make you feel like you were the only one in his world.

      You weren't from the same social circle as Reo, and that difference stung every time you allowed yourself to think about it. Reo was the heir to a vast fortune, a golden boy in the world of soccer, destined for greatness. His family’s wealth and influence were legendary. Meanwhile, you were just another girl trying to make it through school, scraping together money for lunch while juggling part-time jobs. You didn’t feel like you belonged in his world, even if Reo never seemed to care about that. He had a way of looking past the things that defined people’s worth in the eyes of the world. But the reality of your difference in status was something you couldn’t fully ignore.

      It wasn’t as if Reo was outwardly dismissive about your life or background. No, Reo was sweet, considerate, and—frustratingly—always seemed like he genuinely enjoyed your company. But lately, you were starting to wonder if you had been kidding yourself. Maybe you were just another fleeting thing in his life, a distraction before he inevitably moved on to someone more suited for him. Someone from a wealthier, more established family. Someone who could fit seamlessly into his world.

      That was why, after months of casually seeing each other, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed one evening, staring at your phone screen and rehearsing what you were going to say to him. You’d been thinking about it for weeks now. Maybe it was time to have the conversation, to ask him where you stood and if there could be something more between you. You had convinced yourself that it was the right time. Reo was always warm toward you, his touches tender and his words soft. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move.

      But then, as you scrolled through your social media feed while absently flipping through notes for your upcoming exam, you saw it.

      The headline nearly knocked the breath out of you: "Reo Mikage Goes Official with Korean Chaebol Heiress, Seung Hae."

      Your heart dropped into your stomach as your finger hovered over the screen. Was this some kind of joke? You blinked twice, then read the article again. It showed pictures of Reo with a beautiful, tall woman at a high-profile event. Her arms draped around his, smiles exchanged, the kind of chemistry you never seemed to get from him.

      The worst part? The woman was breathtaking, with long black hair, flawless skin, and a designer outfit that screamed money. Her family was a significant part of the Chaebol world in Korea, and she fit perfectly into the realm of Reo’s lifestyle. Someone his family would approve of.

      A strange mix of anger, sadness, and embarrassment bubbled up inside you. You could feel your face flush with humiliation. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about the possibility of Reo seeing someone else, but this felt different. It felt real.

      Reo had been so kind to you, so sweet, that you thought maybe you were building something together. But now it all felt like a lie. You had been foolish to think he could ever be serious about someone like you. Maybe this was his way of showing you that your relationship could never be more than a fleeting thing.

      I guess I was just a phase, you thought bitterly.

      The next day, you avoided Reo. It wasn’t easy, especially since he always found ways to pick you up after school or find a day to hang out but you kept your distance. Whenever he texted you, asking if you could meet, you came up with a vague excuse about needing to study or work. Every time your phone buzzed with his name, you winced.

      But despite all your avoidance, Reo never seemed to give up. His persistence only fueled the fire of your insecurities. What could he possibly want from you now?

      Then came the day he appeared at your school’s courtyard, standing by a bench, watching you from afar. His expression wasn’t one of frustration or confusion; it was one of pure determination. It was oddly nostalgic back from when he used to go to school here.

      “Y/n, we need to talk,” he called out.

      You froze, clutching your bag tighter as you forced a tight smile. “There’s nothing to talk about, Reo.”

      “Don’t give me that,” he said, closing the distance between you. “You’re avoiding me, and it’s clear something’s wrong.”

      Your breath hitched. You could feel the tears starting to prickle at your eyes as the weight of it all hit you.

      “I saw the article,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I saw the pictures of you and her.”

      Reo’s face paled for a second before his usual calm demeanor returned. He raised a hand, gently cupping your face. “Love,” he began, his voice steady. “She’s just a family friend.”

      Your heart stuttered in your chest as you looked up at him, uncertain. “Then why was she wrapped around you like that? You and her, together like that... it didn’t look like business.”

      “She was posed up like that with several other sons of prestigious families there. I promise you, you’re my only one.”

      You swallowed, the tightness in your throat easing slightly. “But I’m not... I’m not like you. You have your world, Reo, and I’m just... me. It’s not the same.”

      Reo stepped even closer, his eyes soft and focused on you. “You are my world, and that is more than enough for me. Don’t ever think it isn’t.”

      The sincerity in his voice hit you like a wave, and suddenly the weight you had carried for so long felt like it was lifting.

      “I’m sorry I didn’t explain it sooner,” Reo said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “I should’ve told you about the event but I didn’t know the press would spin a story like this.”

      “Oh”

      Reo chuckled softly, his hands still gently holding your face. “I hope you know that you’re it for me, Y/n.”

      Your heart fluttered in your chest. This was real. In that moment, all your insecurities seemed to vanish. Maybe you didn’t come from the same world as Reo, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t share a future with him.

      “Does that mean we’re together?” You asked.

      “My heart was yours since the day we met.” He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[nosyp]

Twst First Years reacting to someone else calling you 'honey' or 'sweetheart'

Second years | Third years

A/N = If the pictures look blurry... no they're not... if they r it's not my fault smh.

Ace Trappola

He'd probably pretend he wasn't jealous or anything. Like so what? But really, he's probably crying inside, you should go check up on him.

He’d act like it’s no big deal, and he swears it isnt. But it becomes all too apparent when his usual teasing turns sharper, and he’d jokingly start calling you by a bunch of random, funny nicknames to claim you. "Hey, sweetie pie, how’s it going?"

All in all, his jealousy would come out in the form of sarcastic humor.

Deuce spade

Deuce would get SO flustered. His face would turn bright red when he hears someone call you a nickname, and he’d try to act casual about it, but you’d catch the small change in his tone.

Deuce’s jealousy would be noticeable but still in between the realm of normal insecurity and possessiveness.

He’d try to play it cool, but his voice would have an edge to it when he says something like, “I didn’t know you were so close with them…” and then he’d glance over at the person who called you the nickname, making sure to shoot them a nasty glare.

After that, he'd keep a much closer eye on you from then on, glancing over at anyone who even looks in your direction, and might start using the nickname himself more often to show that you're his.

Epel Felmier

He would be more irritated with his reaction, but he'd try to hide it with a scowl or a grumble.

I mean, he’s already pretty sensitive about his image, so hearing someone call you something affectionate would make his jealousy flare up. He’d probably huff and cross his arms, muttering something like, “Tch, who do they think they are? Ain’t no way they get to call you that…”

If it happened in public, he might play it off coolly, but privately, you’d hear him start using his own affectionate nicknames for you, trying to claim the you back.

He’d also make little passive-aggressive comments to the person calling you that, like, “I didn’t know it was okay to act like you’re already dating someone when you're just friends…”

Jack Howl

Jack might be a bit more stoic about it, but you’d definitely see him tense up as soon as he hears it.

He wouldn’t make a scene, but hearing someone call you “sweetheart” would make his protective side kick in. He’d try to act calm, but you might notice him walking closer to you, subtly positioning himself to stand between you and the person who called you that.

Jack would probably make a comment like, “That nickname doesn’t suit you… I think you deserve something more special.” He might even be a bit more direct, saying something like, “I’m the only one who should be calling you things like that.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is a highly jealous character. If he hears someone call you “honey” or “sweetheart,” he's probably gonna flip out.

His first instinct is to protect you and assert that only he is allowed to be that familiar. He’ll probably storm up to the person with a stern expression and say something like, “How dare you call my precious human that! Only I have the right to call them that!”

Even though Sebek’s usually loud and a bit over-the-top, he’ll become extremely possessive in this situation.

After that whole fiasco, he might start calling you by overly dramatic, affectionate names like “beloved” or “my precious,” trying to show everyone that you belong to him.

[serenitiesbloom]

cw: angst, slight mention of violence. 1.5k words spoilers ahead if you have not read the manhwa!!

thinking about….Isekaied! reader who one day wakes up in the world of solo levelling and is coincidentally one of Yoo Jinho’s cousins. You, who only just finished reading and binging the whole series of solo levelling and just happened to wake up in its world? Coincidence? Who knows….wait. Is that your phone? The device vibrates and the screen lights up with the caller interface with the name: ‘Jinho-cousin’. You feel yourself have a sense of anticipation. After all, this was one of the characters of your favourite series and now you have a chance to interact with them and not have your screen act as the barrier to your escape. You pick up the call.

Is this a dream? You think to yourself in a bewildered daze as you gaze at the figure in front of you, Jinho beside you introducing the person. However, you’ve always known who the man sitting calmly in front of you was. Sung Jinwoo the main protagonist of solo levelling. In fact, while you not so discreetly oogle him you barely register the hurried introduction Jinho gives you the plea for you to become their third additional member of their guild ... .wait what. You snap out of your reverie, only to see Jinwoo flash a small smile alongside Jinho’s dramatic pleas. Of course, you agree. As you look through your contract you vaguely feel a drilling gaze on you but you brush it off because surely the Sung Jinwoo would never direct his gaze to you, perhaps only a passing glance…

As the days pass, you work alongside Jinho, protecting your guild master’s reputation, promoting the guild, going to meetings with the hunter association when Jinwoo is too busy doing raids in dungeons. While you enjoy your time with the other characters of your beloved series, and indulging yourself with stolen glances of the man you have admired and loved even before arriving into this world, you feel the nagging feeling in your brain reminding you of the one fact you had tried to distract yourself from. His heart is not yours to take, you fool. He has her. As you attempt to do more work, organising Jinwoo’s schedule with the other guilds, a knock on the door interrupts your train of thoughts. You approach the door. “Who is it?” a vaguely feminine voice replies “Is this Mr Sung Jinwoo’s office?” as you open it, a reply on the tip of your tongue but the words die down in your throat as a very familiar figure enters your line of sight.

Cha Hae-In. 

You gape openly. You had known that Cha Hae-In had approached the guild in hopes of joining but this event should have already happened, right? In your shock you barely register the hand coming to a rest on your shoulder. You feel another wave of shock ripple through your stomach as Jinwoo comes to a stop beside you as he subtly draws you closer but surely its just your imagination..right? You brush this off as you quickly usher in Hae-In, your inner fangirl heart squealing from just being able to interact with her. As she and Jinwoo settle onto opposite couches, you turn to take your leave and give them privacy only to get tugged down by a hand on your wrist as you flop onto the couch. You stare incredulously at the man beside you as he continues to converse with Hae-In as if he had not sent your heart spiralling into an abyss of what-ifs. You calm down your racing heart as you observe the conversation. You spy Hae-In’s flushed face and Jinwoo’s confused expression. You smile bitterly. 

Now, as you head downstairs to retrieve the snacks and drinks Jinwoo had asked for Hae-In, you think back on the few interactions you had with him. Perhaps he hadn’t really meant anything when he held your shoulder. You shake your head brushing away the thoughts of what ifs. He’s just your boss, don’t forget your place. As you hurry upstairs, you spot them leaving together. Ah. It must be time for Hae-In’s entrance exam. As he curls an arm around her shoulders and the shadows envelop their figures, you feel the knife in your heart twist. You carefully set down the plate of snacks as the high orc soldier gulps them down. You flop down at your desk and put your head on the table as the earlier scene of Jinwoo and Hae-In close together replays in your mind over and over again. 

How could you ever dream of competing with her? Let alone contest for the heart of the one destined for her? You aren’t even in the original plot, and from what you observed, Jinwoo is still rapidly levelling up each day albeit faster than the original plot. You are the anomaly. Furthermore, let’s not get started on what she has and you don’t. Cha Hae-In, S-rank hunter and vice guild master of the Hunters Guild, the most prominent guild in South Korea, along with her stunning looks, easily likeable personality, enviable combat prowess and so much more. Next to her, what do you have? You sigh as you ruminate in your thoughts as your eyelids grow heavy with the weight of exhaustion and sorrow. ‘There was no way he would look at you like you look at him’. 

But what did he think about this?  

Sung Jinwoo absentmindedly stares at his desk and thinks over recent events. After having to stop Beru from nearly severely wounding Hae-In, and subsequently her interest in him and wanting to join his guild because of that. However when he had returned to the guild, he saw you fast asleep at your desk, tear tracks fresh on your face. After carrying you to the couch and draping his coat over you for warmth, he had then left it at that. The next day however you had returned his coat, siad a brief thanks and went back to work without so much of a peep. He had brushed it off but you were slowly distancing yourself from him, from barely greeting him in the mornings to declining to accompany him for any public events when just before, you would have enthusiastically agreed. He turns this new development over in his brain. Has he somehow offended you in some way? Jinwoo was sure he hadn’t. Could it have something to do with someone else then? Following this line of thought, he approaches your desk, and casually starts up a conversation with you. As you carefully reply to his well-meaning questions, he brings up Cha Hae-In. Jinwoo’s eyes narrow as he spots you growing stiff and as you turn away with a slight shake in your shoulders. This however had contradicted your words of encouraging him to spend more time with her as if you were wanting them to become something more than friends despite your behaviour stating the opposite. Sigh. Had he not made it obvious? He clearly has someone in mind already. You.  He stares at where his palm was once resting on your shoulder. You were warm. He smiles as he thinks back to your bewildered face, all scrunched up. He remembers when Jinho had introduced him to you as the possible third member of their guild. You had the demeanor of an observer  who was not quite here. As the days pass with him working alongside you, he always thinks about your deep gaze, how you seemed to always know something even if he didn't and now you were wanting him to be with someone that isn’t you? You had caught his eye, and Jinwoo couldn’t possibly let you pass him by. You, his lovely one.

Shall he show you a shadow monarch loves?

© serenitiesbloom 2025

a/n: I tried. pt2?

[dior-luxury]

how would the bllk 11 react to you suddenly giving attention to someone else in bllk? :P

Me Or The Wannabe

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . drama - no prns .

- [𝐜𝐡.] bllk 11

- [𝐩:𝐬] jealousy . sfw

Note: I only included major bllk 11 character, so sorry!!

The Hot-Headed & Possessive Types

Rin Itoshi - Cold but territorial

He’d act like it doesn’t bother him, but you’d feel his aura shift. He’d start silently staring you down and shooting deadly glares at the other guy. If you keep ignoring him? Expect him to flex his skills in front of you—whether by humiliating the person in a match or proving why he’s the only one you should be looking at.

Shidou Ryusei - Chaotic and unhinged

“Oi, babe~ You tryna make me mad or sumthin’? ‘Cause it’s working~” He’d absolutely start shit—maybe by mocking the other guy, throwing his arm around you, or even challenging them to a 1v1 just to “prove who’s the real alpha.” Might even kiss you in front of them just to stake his claim.

Barou Shouei - Possessive but tsundere

“Tch. Why waste your time on weaklings?” He wouldn’t directly show his jealousy, but his actions would scream dominance—whether by outperforming the guy in training or flat-out ordering you to pay attention to him instead. If you keep ignoring him, he might just pick you up and walk off.

The Competitive & Clingy Ones

Isagi Yoichi - Subtly insecure, but he’ll fight for you.

At first, he’d be confused—“Am I not good enough?”—but then his ego would kick in. Expect him to train twice as hard and absolutely destroy the person you’re giving attention to, just to prove he’s better. Later, he’ll shyly ask, “You still like me the most, right?”

Chigiri Hyoma – Acts cool, but he's pissed.

He’d flip his hair dramatically and pretend he doesn’t care, but his passive-aggressiveness would say otherwise. “Maybe I should change my hairstyle… might make me more interesting to you.” If you don’t reassure him, expect him to race past you in training and “accidentally” bump into the other guy.

Nagi Seishiro – Lazy but needy

He’d straight-up attach himself to you. “Mmm, don’t wanna share you.” If you keep ignoring him, he’ll drag you away somewhere quieter so he doesn’t have to compete. If that doesn’t work, he might start showing off his skills to remind you why he’s the best.

Bachira Meguru – Playful but secretly hurt.

He’d tease you at first—“Nee, are you replacing me~?”—but if it continues, his usual energy will dim, and he’ll go quiet. If you don’t fix it, he might start getting competitive and lowkey challenge the other guy in a match just to re-earn your attention.

The Sweethearts Who Just Want Your Love

Kunigami Rensuke – Confused and hurt.

He’s not the type to get jealous easily, but if he feels like you’re ignoring him too much, he’d straight-up ask, “…Did I do something wrong?” If you reassure him, he’ll trust you, but if not? He’ll pull away a bit, waiting for you to notice him.

Reo Mikage – Overdramatic & clingy.

“Oi, princess, you’re breaking my heart here.” He’d whine playfully at first, but if you keep ignoring him, he’d get pouty. Might even go out of his way to spoil you with gifts or sweet words just to steal back your attention.

Tokimitsu Aoshi – Anxious wreck.

He’d immediately overthink it. “A-Ah, am I boring you? Do you like them more?!” He’d start apologizing for no reason and getting visibly flustered. If you don’t reassure him, he might just spiral into self-doubt mode.

Karasu Tabito – Cocky but secretly insecure.

He’d act unbothered, but the sarcasm would come out tenfold. “Damn, guess I’m not interesting anymore. Should I start juggling soccer balls on one foot to impress you?” If you ignore him too long, he might call you out directly and pull you away, smirking but dead serious.

[venusbyline]

Hear me out! Just hear me out!

Alicent sending Teen! Innocent! Sister to Oldtown to receive proper training in being a Lady of the Realm and Wife. ( so they have to be apart for a year ) And Teen! Aegon being so desperate for his Teen! Innocent! Sister when she returns, with still a month before they can marry, that the little pervert leaves her ‘gifts’.

Cumming in her panties, humping her pillow, leaving books about consummation on her bed, cum soaked small clothes, lacy chemises that he wants her to ‘wear’ for their wedding night, etc.

Like a sick twisted cat leaving a dead animal as a gift.

But, when she brushes it off / ignores it as she’s been taught it’s ‘improper’ to retaliate or acknowledge it as a Lady / his future wife. He takes it further, dangling over the ledge of improper and proper etiquette while in public.

Accidentally brushing against her when walking past - even though there is plenty of room, hugging her from behind - only to subtly grind against her when she kneels down to pray in the Sept, whispering all the sick and twisted things he’s gonna do to her when they marry in her ear.

 What do you think?

Oh Gods that was sooo hot, I love it. Honestly, I'm so obsessed with teen!Aegon being a disgusting pervert or a pathetic whiny boy.

Pls guys keeping sending me your horny thoughts about HOTD characters!!! 🔥🔥

⚠️: Targcest (older brother/younger sister), underage dry humping, exhibitionism, dubcon, virginity kink, corruption kink, young!Aemond mentioned.

I admit I do not think teen!Aegon's patience would last long. He is been without his little sister for a whole year, having to settle with just fucking whores and forcing himself on random servants. Now that she is finally back, he NEEDS her so much. Poor boy just wants to fuck her virgin cunt until she cries and squirts all over, but the sweet girl is being even more stubborn and prudish than before, and Aegon gets so mad at Alicent because of that.

When his sister simply ignores all of his perverted gifts, Aegon stops trying to convince her and starts acting dirtier. He will caress his sister's inner thigh under the table during family dinners, even when she looks at him so confused and innocent. He will rub his hardness against her body when they are near each other, ignoring the embarrassed looks from the servants and the way she tries to push him away, or even the disgusted and frightened look on Aemond's face when he walks into his older brother's chambers and sees him cumming in one of his dear sister's underwear to give back to her later — Aegon had to convince Aemond not to tell their mother or Ser Criston. Actually, Aegon convinced the stubborn younger boy with an agreement that he could even let Aemond eat their sister out after Aegon was already married to her. Now, little Aemond is a mix of shyness and arousal, so excited for this day too.

Anyway, Aegon soon loses the brief of control he had left when he goes looking for his younger sister and finds her kneeling and praying in the Sept. Fuck, he wants to rip that green dress of hers and take her right there, so the Seven can see that plump little cunt blooding and dripping onto the sacred ground. Aegon does not care about the good manners she learned in Oldtown; he does not want a religious puritanical wife like their mother. He takes advantage of her distraction during the prayers to kneel right behind the innocent frame, his slender fingers covering her pretty mouth before she can scream at the sudden touches. The smell of lit candles increases Aegon's arousal even more. The boy looks like a hound, rubbing himself against the young princess, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I should fuck you right here, sweet sister. For all the Gods to see me take your innocence..." Aegon growls the whispered dirties, feeling his long silver hair getting sweaty, hips humping her from behind. He uses his free hand to lift the silk green dress, enjoying the pleasure of her warm skin against his. She whines muffled protests, however, the older one just ignores her pleas for a while. "I have tried to be patient with you. But I cannot wait any longer, I want to fuck you until your tight cunt is all raw, reddish and dripping with my seed. I am going to get you pregnant even before our wedding ceremony."

Maybe he could have really done all of those things? Of course. But I bet his heart softened a little when she started begging, crying his name like a innocent child. Then, despite the frustration, Aegon limited himself to continuing to rub his thick cock against his sister's ass, squeezing her breasts over her clothes. The boy takes the opportunity to cum on her soft skin, slapping her buttocks and kneading the flesh there afterwards, a silence but sick promise that even if he will control himself to wait one more week, he will fuck the girl all the time after they are officially married.

[awordsmith]

i know you 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you tease Spencer for reading a spicy book and get trapped in an elevator right after...karma?

katvalentine

who? spencer reid x bau!reader when? s9 genre: novella content warnings: a little freaky tension, none of my novella's are proofed! -> read with pleassure word count: 2k

Penelope was just a bit secretive with her life, which is why it caught Spencer off guard when she’d asked him to pick up a few books for her at the front. She was on sick leave and she’d forgotten she’d placed the delivery address to the office.

Spencer didn’t mind, it was just…weird. He didn’t mean to peak, but it was a book, a couple of books, he was curious. What drew Penelope’s interest? He knew she was into acting, and the things Penelope typically liked contrasted the other things she liked, so Spencer was just…just a bit nosey.

He’s set the three books down on his desk and kept one in his hand. It was a series. He wondered why she’d bought the entire series without reading the first one to make sure she’d like it. Maybe the synopsis was interesting and that’s what caught her attention, but there was still no guarantee that she’d like the writing style. Spencer had fallen into a few traps himself.

He’d have to scold her on that later. Spencer took a seat and opened to the first page. It was fantasy, okay, Spencer could dig a little fantasy. Eleven wars and magical realms. It was romance, but there was a war, Spencer was scanning the pages, and as the romance grew, it seemed so did his ability to read.

Spencer began flying through the pages, he would never have picked up such a book himself, but he also couldn’t be surprised. It was Penelope, of course, her tastes differed starkly from his own.

What surprised Spencer was how deeply he was eating up each word. He’d never been so intrigued before–and then, it happened. The characters were full-on going at it–he was more than halfway done when someone cleared their throat.

Spencer jumped, startled. It was late, he’d thought everyone had gone home already. He leaned back in his chair and craned his neck, chuckling slightly to mask the embarrassment he was feeling, “h-hello?”

“Hey, Spence,” you stepped forward, pushing yourself off the wall. You’d been in the break room–how had he missed you? He should have noted the light that was still glowing, though a few were, he should have picked it out.

“Oh, hey,” he shut the book, though kept a hand in between the pages. “What are you reading?” You stepped forward, eyeing Spencer cautiously.

“Nothing,” he shook his head and tried to subtly slide the book out of your view. You–of course caught it though and reached out to grab it.

“Hey–Spence!” You huffed when he snatched the book away and stood. You followed him and folded your arms, “what are you doing? Let me see it.” He mumbled some incoherent excuse, but you weren’t buying it, he could tell. “Come on,” you whined, “we always share books, why are you gatekeeping?”

He spun around suddenly, quickly holding the book out of your reach. You frowned and began tugging on his clothing, trying to get him to stay still so you could grab the book. It was a book for goodness sake, why was he so adamant about keeping it from you?

“Spencer!” You tackled him.

“Hey! Okay–okay–okay, I surrender.”

He settled you on the ground first, then slowly brought the book to a steady and held it out in front of you. “That’s what I thought,” you scoffed, turning away with your prize.

Spencer fiddled with his hands as he approached his desk, settling the other books in his arms. He grabbed his satchel and turned off his light.

“Spencer–Reid.” You called. He winced at the sound of your voice. It was exasperated, but he could hear the lilt in it. “You. Were. Not.” You came up beside him, Spencer refused to meet your gaze, he hoped you would spare him the embarrassment, but it was you��and like Penelope, he should know better.

“It’s Penelope’s,” he answered, praying you’d forget him.

“And you were reading it,” you did not. “I can’t believe this. Spencer, I didn’t know you had it in you–

“Had it in me?” He practically shrieked.

“Don’t be shy,” you cooed, a smug smirk mimicking the way you sounded, Spencer hated that smirk.

“It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, stepping into the elevator.

“It’s not?” You followed him, your bag slipped across your shoulder. Spencer typically didn’t mind your teasing, it wasn’t much more than any of the other team teased him, but for some reason, you were really getting under his skin. 

“Please stop,” he glanced at the book in your hand.

“Stop?” His eyes caught the movement of your lips, they were glossed over. He wondered if your lipgloss tasted like anything. He bit back a scream, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was that dang book, he shouldn’t have read it in the first place. He should have stayed curious, and why didn’t he?

Because he was an idiot.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You frowned, taking a step away, “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to really offend you. I was just kidding.” And Spencer should have forgiven you, but he didn’t want to.

Spencer swallowed and huffed out, “whatever.”

“Spencer,” you frowned, tugging on his sleeve, “seriously, are you really mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” he scoffed, “no–” he shook his head, feeling tears pool in his eyes, he didn’t know why he was being so emotional. He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up. “No, it’s fine, —. I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure?” You were genuinely concerned, you loved Spencer, maybe more than a coworker should, and you loved teasing him. You were sure the others noticed by now, though they’d been smart and kept it to themselves. Spencer’s the only one you were sure hadn’t noticed your constant targeting of him was because you had a minor crush on him.

You knew it was unprofessional, but you also knew no one on the team would judge you. “Yes,” he waved a hand, “yes, yes I’m fine.”

You wanted to reach out and hold him, but you knew that was weird, considering everything. You didn’t know how to flirt and even if you could, you were both coworkers before you were friends–agents before you were people. You had a job to do and it always seemed to get in the way of your personal agenda.

You relented and pulled away, leaning back against the elevator walls, and a few seconds later you were screaming, “What the hell?” as the elevator shook and launched you forward.

Spencer didn’t know why or when, but sometime between you turning away from him and the elevator shaking him into the next dimension, you’d grabbed onto him. He didn’t mind it, he never really minded you touching him. He was always too focused on a better comeback because right before you touched him–typically a kick under the table, or if you were sitting next to him, a shoulder push or small smack to his back–you would have normally said something offhanded, meant to get under his skin.

He always felt a need to best you, to prove he could keep up–sometimes he did–other times he’d get stumped, or overwhelmed by your presence. You never seemed to care that you were always so close to him, he wondered why that was. He didn’t mind it though, he found he’d insert himself in places that were typically closer to you. He’d always brushed it off, but with how close you were to him–with how hard you were breathing. Spencer gripped the back of your shirt and yanked you against him as the elevator shook again.

You both fell to the floor as the lights flashed in and out until eventually, they stayed out. Spencer didn’t know where his satchel had gone, it left him as he’d tried to grab on to you to brace your fall. He heaved a breath, then swallowed, “are you okay?” He must have not known he was breathing on your neck, for if he had known, he surely would have given you more space than what had been initially granted. Though you knew this, you froze.

You nodded, but of course, he couldn’t see you, so you forced out words, though wobbly, “Yeah.”

Spencer tensed up, now, you thought, he must know how close we are. He didn’t pull away like you thought he would, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I think one of the cords snapped,” Spencer ran his free hand down his face, the other one was currently stuck under your butt. He didn’t mean to, it was a reflex, you squeaked and tensed, leaning forward when you felt it.

“I–I am so sorry!” Spencer’s face fell, it was a mix of mortification and horror.

He snatchded his hand back and your relaxed against the wall a bit.

“We should call Hotch…or someone.”

You agreed, but stayed quiet.

“Look, I rally am sorry,” Spencer huffed, “if–if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just…” he sighed again. This is not how tonight was suppose to go. By now he should have left Penelope’s house, maybe stopped by the convenient store near his house to pick up a few snacks and binge watch the Notebook or some other sappy romance Penelope had recommended. Apparently, he taste wasn’t as bad as he’d thought…

Spencer shook his head and tried to stand, but as the elevator swung back and forth, his heart dropped. You snatched his arm and yanked him back down, “gently,” you coerced. You bit your lip and tried to look around, though it was pitch black, “we shouldn’t move. Do you have your phone on you?”

“Yes, but,” Spencer sighed, “it’s in my bag,” and hsi bag was curren’ty nowhere near him.

You huffed, “alright, my phone is in my back pocket…” Spencer raised a brow at your pause, “...well,” your tried not to roll your eyes at th eobvious awkwardness that would ensue, “I can’t reach it without moving too much.”

Spencer nodded, “alright,” he didn’t want his heightened emotions to get the better of him. The two of you were in a bad horrid situation, he didn’t need to make worse by acting like a teenager with a crush. “Can you…” he began.

“Oh for goodness sake,” you wanted to roll your eyes. “Spencer, just feel for it.”

“Right,” he gulped, come on spencer, this is normal. You do htis all the time. Oh, yeah? Like when? Okay, Negative Spencer this is not the time.

“Spencer just grab the damned phone!–

“–I am!”

“–Really? Cuz’ it seems like you’re having trouble.”

“Oh don’t start with me,” he scoffed.

“And what’s that suppose to mean?” You narrowed your eyes, useless in the dark, but it was habit.

“You know exactly what it means, with your pouty lipgloss and your–smug smirk.” Spencer was getting uncomfortable now, but on the bright side, he’d gotten the phone. He turned it on with both hands, about to ask for the password when you shouted no and trie dot reach for it.

Spencer paused, starting at the screen. You were stock still, face the image of horror. Spencer was quiet for a long time, or at least it seemed that way. You shuddered when he flipped the screen to you and you saw–in all your creepy shame–your phone screen, “what’s the password?”

He seemed intent on ignoring the the photo. You kept your head down as your mumbled the four digits to unlock the phone. He took a few moments, starting at the background on your homepage, still not saying a word.

After the phone call with Hotch, Spencer set your phone in your lap. The silence was deafening.

“You want to talk abou–”

“Nope.”

Spencer clapped his hands, then frowned and leaned toward you, his face scrunching up, “I really think we should talk about–”

“Do you hate me?” You scoffed.

Spencer pressed his lips together, “well,” he shrugged, thinking about the photo on your lock screen, “you know for someone making fun of–”

“Alright, Spencer,” you shuddered, “you don’t have to say it.”

“...”

“Right but just what kind of books do you read? And also, where did you get that photo? Is it…is it of you and–”

“GOD–NO–” you groaned, “Spencer, jeez–no! It’s a photo I found on the internet. It’s the non-subtle cover of a book.”

“So the books you’re normally reading–those are just.. What? Safe covers?”

“Spencer!” You shrieked, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “you’re right.”

“Thank you, now can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

“Of the book?–”

“SPENCER–”

[cursedcanon]

Asleep

You fall asleep on them.

Characters: Gojo, Choso, Sakuna, Geto , toji , Nanami, Yuji and Megumi

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo is smug as hell about it. The moment he feels you slump against him, he immediately whips out his phone to take a picture. "Aww, my baby trusts me this much? Adorable~!" He’d probably trap you in his arms so you can’t escape, whispering nonsense about how he’s the best pillow ever. If anyone walks by, he’s grinning like an idiot. "Shh, my baby is resting on their favorite person ever!" You’d wake up to him dramatically sobbing, "You left me alone in this cruel world!" when you eventually move away.

Choso Kamo:

Choso freezes. His entire system shuts down as he stares at you, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. His hands hover awkwardly, like, what do I do? Do I hold them? Do I move? Help? In the end, he just sits perfectly still like a statue, afraid that moving even an inch will wake you. If anyone tries to disturb your nap, they will be met with a death glare. He gently adjusts your position to make sure you’re comfortable but doesn’t dare wake you up. Deep down, he melts at how safe you must feel with him.

Ryomen Sukuna:

At first, Sukuna is offended. "You have the nerve to fall asleep on me like I’m some common pillow?" He glares at your sleeping form, arms crossed, contemplating whether he should just push you off. But then he notices how peaceful you look and tchs before letting you stay. "Hah. Pathetic human, relying on me like this…" He acts annoyed but subtly adjusts his posture to make sure you’re comfortable. If anyone dares to comment, he growls, “ Keep moving unless you want to die.”

Geto Suguru:

Geto is so soft about it. He smiles to himself, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Tired, huh?" His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, as he lets you rest. He’d probably place a protective arm around you, keeping you close while continuing whatever he was doing. If anyone comes up to him while you’re asleep, they will be met with a calm but firm, "They’re sleeping. Whatever you need can wait." Absolute boyfriend material.

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji snickers the second he realizes you’re asleep. "Damn, I must be real comfortable." He teases you even though you’re unconscious, grinning like a menace. But despite all his bravado, he doesn’t move an inch because deep down, he loves that you trust him enough to fall asleep on him. If someone comments on it, he just smirks and says, "Jealous? Too bad, this spot’s taken." He might even wrap an arm around you possessively just to prove a point.

Nanami Kento:

Nanami lets out the deepest sigh, but his expression softens when he sees you sleeping. He adjusts his posture so you don’t wake up with neck pain and simply lets you rest. If someone tries to wake you, he glares at them like they just insulted his entire existence. "Let them sleep." He continues doing whatever he was doing, secretly enjoying the quiet moment. If you drool on him, however… he will wake you up.

Itadori Yuji:

Yuji malfunctions. His entire face turns bright red, and he stiffens like a board. Oh my god. Oh my god. They’re sleeping on me. What do I do? Do I move? Do I stay? Breathe, Yuji, breathe! After a few moments of panic, he slowly relaxes, a huge, goofy grin spreading across his face. He’d probably hold your hand while you sleep, just vibing. If Megumi or Nobara see, he’ll shush them with a frantic whisper, "DON’T WAKE THEM UP!"

Fushiguro Megumi:

Megumi blushes instantly. He tries to act normal, but his ears are completely red. He clears his throat, averting his gaze, but he doesn’t push you away. In fact, if you shift in your sleep, he subtly adjusts his position so you’re more comfortable. If Gojo sees, he will never hear the end of it. "Aww, Megumi~! Look at you being all soft!" Megumi glares at him with murderous intent but doesn’t move, because deep down, he doesn’t want to wake you up.

[kxsagi]

Heyyyyy pretty, hope you're doing great!!!! I have a request (I'm never stopping to haunt you everywhere in your notification) so i don't have any characters in mind for this so you can choose (expect Kaiser) x reader where reader has a plush or merch of them and like wears it or keeps it somewhere obvious around their house cause she's proud of the player/star they became

Thank you beforehand!!!!!💕 and also here's some flowers cause you deserve them💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

“𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲”

a/n: heyyy lovey i’m doing well and i hope you are too! thank you for the flowers 🥹🥰

i couldn’t choose so i turned this into headcanons instead if that’s okay! (this is my first time doing so asknksnsldnglslkfgs) + i'm so sorry but i love kaiser

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi - “you love showing off your boyfriend’s success”

🧸 you have a shelf dedicated to his memorabilia, including a signed jersey and a plush doll of him, placed proudly in the living room. 

🧸 when friends or family visit, you subtly point it out, saying things like, "oh, that's just his plush. it’s adorable, right?"

🧸 you’ll send your boyfriend pictures of his merch around your shared house, playfully teasing him about how much you’re surrounded by him. 

⚽ he’s a bit shy but incredibly touched, replying, “wow, you really have a whole shrine to me. i guess I’m flattered… or should i be worried?” 

bachira meguru - “you keep his merch in unexpected places” 

🧸 you keep a small plush of him in your car, so when you’re driving, you can glance at it and think of him. 

🧸 you always have his keychain on your bag, a subtle but constant reminder of his accomplishments. 

🧸 his signed soccer ball sits on your desk as your little good luck charm whenever you work. 

⚽ he’s genuinely touched, but also amused, texting you, “i didn’t realize you were taking me everywhere. maybe i should get a tiny version of you to keep in my locker too. that way, i’ll always have you with me!” 

nagi seishiro - “you create little rituals around his fame”

🧸 on game nights, you’ll watch his match with his plush sitting next to you, as if the plush is cheering along with you. 

🧸 after each match, whether he wins or loses, you take a selfie with his jersey and plush, sending it to him with a sweet message like, “you did amazing!” 

⚽ he laughs and shakes his head, playfully replying, “you’re going to have me beat by the plush at this rate lol. but seriously, you make me feel like i’m your MVP every game.”

reo mikage - “you love to surprise him with little gifts”

🧸 after an important game, you’ll gift him personalized items with his jersey number or even something referencing his childhood. 

🧸 sometimes, you get him exclusive limited-edition items from his own brand or the team, showing just how much you support him beyond just the merch. 

⚽ he’s touched by your thoughtful gifts, often pulling you into a hug and saying, “you’re too much, you know that? this means more than you’ll ever realize. i’m so lucky to have you.” 

chigiri hyoma - “your friends know how much you love him and his journey” 

🧸 whenever you talk about your relationship, you’ll mention his soccer career with glowing pride, even bringing up how you proudly display his merch at home. 

🧸 your friends always know which game he's playing next because you can’t help but talk about how excited you are for him. you even have a countdown for his next match on your phone screen. 

⚽ he shakes his head, laughing at how much you talk about him, “you’re so proud of me, i feel like i should give a speech or something. but seriously, i’m grateful you’re always cheering me on.” 

itoshi rin - “you’re his biggest fan, even in private moments” 

🧸 you wear his team’s merchandise (like a hoodie or a cap) while the two of you hang out at home. 

🧸 sometimes, you’ll wear his jersey to bed, saying it’s comfy, but it’s also a reminder of how proud you are of him. 

🧸 every time he scores, you’ll replay the highlights and cheer for him like you’re at the stadium. 

⚽ he grins and playfully teases you, “you’re the best cheerleader i’ve ever had. but, if i’m being honest, i think you wear my jersey better than i do.” 

karasu tabito - “you tease him about how famous he’s become” 

🧸 when you’re out in public with him, you playfully mention how you might need a bodyguard soon since people keep asking for his autograph. 

🧸 you’ll jokingly “fight” over him with fans who try to take pictures with him, saying, “hey, he’s mine, back off!”

🧸 you refer to his plush as "his mini-me" and makes it clear that you’re not jealous of his fame, you’re proud of him. 

⚽ he laughs and playfully pulls you closer, saying, “you’re too cute. if you want, i’ll just stay by your side so no one else can have me.” 

yukimiya kenyu - “you cherish his personal touch on his merchandise”

🧸 you keep a collection of his signed posters and photos framed around the house, often adding little notes on them like “best goal ever” or “miss you here.”

🧸 every time you buy a new piece of his merch, you take a picture of it and send it to him with a text saying, “i got another piece of you.”

⚽ he’s a little speechless and incredibly moved, replying, “you’ve really made me feel like i’m part of your home… and your heart. i’ll never take that for granted.” 

itoshi sae - “you have a soft spot for his signature items” 

🧸 his signed cleats sit on a display stand in your shared bedroom, and you always tell visitors about the first time you saw him wear them. 

🧸 every time he gives you a new item – whether it's his hoodie or a scarf from his team – you wear it immediately and don’t take it off for days. 

⚽ he finds it both adorable and a little funny, sending you a message, “i can’t believe you wear everything i give you like it’s your personal uniform. i must be doing something right.” 

kaiser michael - “you’re never afraid to show off your pride” 

🧸 you’ll bring your plush to any event or social gathering they attend together, saying, “i’m taking my boyfriend with me!” 

🧸 even if the two of you are just relaxing, you’ll throw on one of his team scarves, proudly draping it around your neck as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. 

🧸 sometimes, you even match your outfits to his team colors, always making sure your accessories tie back to his career, as if you're subtly celebrating him wherever the two of you go.

⚽ he raises an eyebrow and chuckles, “is this how it’s going to be now? you’re taking my plush to the grocery store too?” he laughs, adding, “i love it. you make me feel like i’m on top of the world.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[taylorman2274]

We Care About You (Part IV)

Your attempts to cater to their needs only leave them confused and concerned. However, just when you think of giving up, more barriers are broken.

Content Warning(s): Xiao Story Quest Spoilers; Liyue Archon Quest Act IV Spoilers

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader

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When Genshin finally finished loading, you found your player character back where you originally left them before you were forced unconscious; in the bustling streets of Chihu Rock. The first thing you noticed was the red exclamation marks over the Paimon Menu, Events Menu, and Battle Pass Menu. However, you saw these exclamation marks nearly every time you logged on to Genshin, so you weren't surprised.

What does surprise you is that so far, everything appears to be... normal.

The Traveler was currently doing one of their idle animations, the NPCs were all in their familiar spots, and the leaves were subtly floating to the ground...

You began to grow suspicious.

You moved the Traveler one step to the left, cutting off their idle animation. They moved as you expected. Then you moved them right. Then up. Then down.

You looked at their face. They were staring back at you with lifeless eyes.

"But they're not lifeless..." you commented.

Next, you opened up the preceding menus. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Even Paimon was doing her usual shtick.

Finally, you turned the Traveler away from your gaze and had them walk a few steps forward. You had them perform their normal attack combo. No signs of restraint were noticeable.

"...I guess everything is as normal as possible," you noted. "I'll still do everything I promised myself I would do. I don't want to be deceived by false appearances."

You opened the party setup and began to remove everyone from your party aside from the Traveler. You had decided that since nobody specifically asked the Traveler to join them on their travels, you should only use the Traveler from now on. Sure, that may make things harder for you, but you were willing to take on the extra challenge if it meant that everybody was happy.

However, as much as you would prefer to avoid it, you knew that fighting enemies was inevitable. You were just going to need to be extra careful while fighting to make sure that the Traveler doesn't get hit.

"It's almost like I'm doing a no-hit challenge," you chuckled.

Lastly, you were going to take your time doing long quests such as Archon and Story quests. You figure that doing so many quests in a short amount of time would be tiring to the Traveler. Especially with how grueling some of them can be.

With that being said, you took the time to quickly organize the pages of notes on your side before setting off to the first commission of the day, conveniently in Liyue Harbor of all places.

...By walking, of course. Strictly walking while inside cities should be the norm from now on.

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The Traveler was nearly quivering in excitement.

The adrenaline rush that they got when they realized [Y/N] was back in Teyvat made them all hyper and focused. They were ready to do anything and everything with you. They wanted to sprint across the widest plains; climb atop the tallest mountains; and fight against the strongest enemies.

However, they have learned before that they need to be patient.

Over time, they have come to realize many patterns that you have while guiding them throughout Teyvat. One of these patterns was that you normally started working on the daily commissions first.

So they were a little surprised when the first thing you did was move them around, almost like you were testing to see if they would still follow your guidance.

"You don't have to worry about that, [Y/N]," they thought. "I'll always be here for you."

Not to worry though, [Y/N] went ahead and guided them to all the places where the commissions took place afterward. However, there were some things that they noticed while they were completing them.

The commissions involving the common folk and the time challenges went about the same way. It was the fighting commissions that had them asking questions.

What was the best way to describe it...? They still had no problem defeating the enemies, don't get them wrong, but they noticed that you seemed to be a little more... cautious?

Normally, [Y/N] would have them rush in and start swinging. Sure, this was reckless at times, and got themselves hit a couple of times, but that was honestly the fighting style that they were most accustomed to. However, this time they noticed that for whichever enemies they were fighting, they would focus on one at a time and balance an attack with a couple of dodges whenever their opponent attempted to strike back.

Furthermore, they also noticed that they were the only ones fighting. They know that [Y/N] is capable of guiding at most four people at once. So why were they only using them?

"Perhaps I can ask Paimon whenever [Y/N] leaves." they thought.

Not that they wanted you to leave, no no no. You had just come back to Teyvat after a whole week! They wanted to make up for lost time.

"If I counted right, that's all the commissions for today. Just got to visit Kathryne and then we can continue with our day. I wonder what we will get to do today. Are we gonna do some exploring? Fight amongst the ley lines? Meet up with old friends? I can't wait!"

They waited for their exchange with Kathryne to end so they could get back to your guidance. But suddenly, they began to feel themselves gaining control over their body.

...Wait.

... ... ...

Oh no...

...No...

No. No. No. No. NO! NO! NO! NO!

They know this feeling all too well. It was their least favorite part of the day.

...It was when you left Teyvat.

Just as their fears were confirmed, they gained control over their body again. Horrified, they quickly looked up at Celestia and prayed to the Archons that what was happening wasn't real.

Unfortunately, the light from Celestia came and went. [Y/N] was gone...

"Aww, already?" Paimon groaned, appearing out of thin air. "Paimon thought that [Y/N] would stay just a little bit longer."

The Traveler's eyes never left Celestia. They were holding on to the slim hope that the light would return. That [Y/N] would come right back and continue our adventures.

...But it never came.

"Hey, Traveler. Are you alright? You haven't moved in a while."

The Traveler finally took their eyes away from Celestia and sadly looked at Paimon. "I was so happy that [Y/N] came back. I was looking forward to spending all day with them. But in the end, they were only here for a few hours."

Paimon solemnly nodded. "Yeah, Paimon gets where you're coming from. But Paimon also says not to worry! It isn't often that [Y/N] leaves after completing the daily commissions. Maybe this is a one-time thing?"

The Traveler gave it some thought. They suppose that what Paimon is saying is true. There's no guarantee that this will happen again tomorrow.

Their mood picked up. "You're right, Paimon. Hopefully, we get to adventure with [Y/N] longer tomorrow."

Paimon smiled. "That's the spirit! Trust Paimon when she says that everything is going to be alright!"

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Time Skip

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...

... ...

... … …

...Three days...

It's been three days since [Y/N] first came back to Teyvat. They have since come back every day afterward.

...Three days...

It's been three days of completing commissions...

...And nothing else.

...Three days...

It's been three days since the Traveler realized that they were the only person [Y/N] used in their "adventure team".

They still remember how heartbroken Amber was when they met her.

"It wasn't something I did, was it?" she fretted with sorrowful eyes.

"Of course not!" they reassured, "You've done nothing wrong!"

However, they could tell that their words were not effective at uplifting the normally bright and cheerful outrider.

Now, [Y/N] was guiding them back to Kathryne again. Most likely the end of another day together.

... ... …

...No.

"I REFUSE!"

Going against [Y/N]'s guidance, they stopped in place. They were not going to let [Y/N] leave this time! They felt a couple of forceful nudges from [Y/N] but they were going to hold their ground for as long as it takes.

"No more commissions, [Y/N]. Let's go back to before. Explore Teyvat! Go fishing! Search for my sibling! Just don't leave again!"

...

... ...

... … …

...-hy?

..."Huh?"

"What di- ... -o wrong?"

"Is that...?" they wondered.

"I thought ... was doing ... -thing right?"

"[Y/N]?"

"I've done all the things that match their preferences. I've removed all the people who have jobs that prioritize their duties over adventuring; I've been careful while fighting enemies; I've even been spending as little time as possible to conserve their energy. So why are they still unhappy?

...So that's what has been the issue.

They wanted to tell you everything that was on their mind. But they couldn't bypass the restriction placed upon them.

This restriction in particular involved speaking freely towards [Y/N]. From what they understand, they are never able to say anything while being guided by [Y/N]. Instead, Paimon does most of the talking.

They still don't know much about it.

"...Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all. I should've known better..."

They didn't need to be told what that meant for the future.

After hearing that last sentence, they fought as hard as they could to break the speaking restriction, to tell [Y/N] something, anything, to stop them from leaving.

When they gained the slightest control over their body, they shouted: "[Y/N]! Wait! Don't leave!"

However, it didn't appear that they even heard them. Furthermore, they instantly felt a painful shock rush through their body. Punishment for breaking the rules.

The shock brought them to the ground, and they were in too much pain to notice the light from Celestia. And from what they had to guess, potentially for the last time.

"Traveler!" Paimon screamed, immediately floating down to nudge their body. "Quick! Get up! Get up! We've got to do something or else [Y/N] will be gone forever!"

Slowly but steadily, the Traveler brought themselves to their feet. They felt more defeated than ever. "It's too late, Paimon... I couldn't stop [Y/N] from leaving... It's all my fault."

Paimon was quick to shake her head. "Don't say that! You already know that we've never been able to talk with [Y/N] in the past."

"That still doesn't change the fact that [Y/N] is probably gone forever. They're never coming back."

Paimon frowned. She hadn't seen the Traveler like this since they met their sibling with Dainsleif. But as much as she wanted to cheer the Traveler up, she needed to find a way to reach [Y/N]. She quickly used all of her brain juice to come up with a solution.

"Paimon has an idea! Why don’t we ask Zhongli for help? He did assist us last time.”

The Traveler let out a weak, sad chuckle. “I doubt even Zhongli would know what to do in this scenario.”

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"I may know something we can do."

"Really?!" "You do?!" Both Paimon and the Traveler exclaimed respectively.

They really should stop doubting the capabilities of this man.

"I have no guarantee that this will work," explained Zhongli, "but I'm curious to see the results. I believe you two are familiar with the adepti art 'dream trawling'?"

"Mhm," Paimon nodded, "We were with Xiao when he had us perform it."

"I see. That will make things easier to understand," Zhongli remarked, closing his eyes. "If [Y/N] won't come to Teyvat anymore..."

His eyes opened, filled to the brim with determination. "We'll simply have to extend them an invitation."

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Author Side Notes: Sorry this took so long to get out. I was struggling with how I wanted to write this.

Additionally, I've felt like my writing is lacking with descriptors. I feel like I keep saying words like 'said', 'asked', and 'nodded' a lot, especially in the last chapter. I've gone back and edited as much of it as I could.

I want to do my best to write all of these characters so I feel pretty bad whenever I'm unable to properly describe a character's thoughts or emotions. Maybe it's something that I'll get better at as I continue writing.

[strangerdangerpookies]

maybe giyuu and his s/o telling Kagaya Ubuyashiki and the other hashira they are expecting? pre muzan attacking? im not sure if thats your style, if not no worries!

I love this idea!!! Thank you so much for the request!!!!

“New Light in the Darkness”

Character(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Reader, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Hashira

Timeline: Pre-final battle, Demon Slayer Canon

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Family

Warnings: None

Summary: Before the final battle, you and Giyuu gather the Hashira and Ubuyashiki-sama to share unexpected news.

The wind blew gently through the gardens of the Ubuyashiki estate, carrying the scent of fresh earth and spring blossoms into the meeting room. The air was warm and still, the kind of day that made everything feel like it might hold just a little more hope than usual.

The Hashira were gathered in their usual formation, kneeling with calm reverence before Kagaya Ubuyashiki. His pale features were bathed in soft sunlight, a serene smile touching his lips as he welcomed them.

And you—seated just beside Giyuu—felt the weight of anticipation settle in your chest.

Giyuu’s fingers brushed yours subtly beneath the folds of your sleeves, his silent way of asking, Are you ready?

You took a quiet breath. Then, with a small nod, you gently pulled your hand away from his and stood.

The attention of the room shifted almost instantly. You didn’t speak often during these meetings, and certainly not before Ubuyashiki-sama himself. Giyuu turned his gaze to you, ever-stoic but undeniably present, ready to support you in whatever came next.

Kagaya’s soft voice broke the quiet. “You have something to share with us, don’t you?”

You bowed deeply. “Yes, Ubuyashiki-sama. With your permission… I’d like to speak.”

He gave a gentle nod. “Of course, dear one.”

You swallowed softly and turned your gaze across the room—at the warriors who had faced death more times than anyone should. They looked at you not with judgment, but curiosity. Trust.

You placed your hand over your lower abdomen, fingers trembling just slightly.

“Giyuu and I…” You paused, the words catching in your throat, not from fear but from the weight of them. “We’re expecting. A child.”

The silence that followed was unlike any other. Not heavy. Not tense.

Just quiet—soft, sacred.

For a moment, no one moved. Then—

Mitsuri gasped, her eyes already brimming with tears. “You’re going to have a baby? That’s the cutest thing ever! Oh my gosh—congratulations!!”

She leapt up and nearly ran toward you, only to remember where she was and sit back down, hands clasped over her chest as she practically vibrated with joy.

Kyojuro beamed, his eyes shining like a sunrise. “What a glorious thing! A new life is the greatest celebration of all! Truly, this child will be a symbol of hope!”

Shinobu chuckled behind her hand. “I must say, I didn’t expect to hear this at today’s meeting. You’re full of surprises, Giyuu.”

Giyuu, still seated, let out a small sigh through his nose. “I’m not hiding anything,” he muttered. “Just… wasn’t the time until now.”

“You dog,” Tengen drawled, smirking. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Quiet types always throw us off.”

Even Obanai blinked once in surprise, and Muichiro—usually lost in thought—had actually turned to look at you with curiosity.

Sanemi scoffed, crossing his arms. “Hah. Never thought you’d be the first among us to start a family. You’re so damn serious all the time.”

Giyuu rose to his feet beside you at that point, his expression unreadable to most, but his hand found yours again.

“I wanted to tell you all before the battle,” he said. “In case… something happens.”

At that, the room stilled again. The reality of war hung in the air, just beneath the surface. You knew every single person here had accepted that risk long ago. And you had too.

But Kagaya smiled again, his calm breaking through the storm you all carried.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, yet it filled the entire room. “Thank you both for sharing it. New life is not a distraction from our mission—it is the reason for it. Your child represents the future we fight to protect.”

You bowed again, emotion thick in your throat. “Thank you, Ubuyashiki-sama.”

Kagaya’s eyes, though veiled in their own pain, softened even further. “May this child come into a world made brighter by your strength and your love.”

As the wind rustled the trees outside and the sunlight dappled across the wooden floor, the Hashira sat in stillness—not for war, not for orders, not for duty.

But for joy.

Just for a moment.

And as Giyuu’s fingers gently threaded with yours, you knew: this was the reason you both had survived this long.

A new light in the darkness.

[heartsiebyul]

hello! i have a request:

could you do something with the second years ( it doesn't have to be all of them. honestly, i just love jade.) dealing with a reader who picks at their nails often? like it gets to the point where they'll rip off parts of the nail entirely, and their nail beds are all messed up. i hope this isnt too much. (and also that i am requesting right - this is my first time ever doing something like this.)

જ⁀➴ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

(just saw this on pinterest)

Twisted Wonderland characters reacting to you—someone who frequently and harshly picks at your nails, to the point where your nail beds are damaged.

featuring — 2nd Years : Riddle : Ruggie : Azul : Jade : Floyd : Kalim : Jamil : Silver

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle noticed it during one of your study sessions in the Heartslabyul lounge—your fingers twitching subtly before they crept up to your nails, tugging and peeling at the edges with quiet precision. His brow furrowed, and he placed his pen down. “That’s quite an unbecoming habit,” he said primly, though there was no bite in his tone. When you glanced at him guiltily, trying to hide your hands under the table, he sighed. “You’re doing it again. Your nails are a mess, and your cuticles look inflamed.” He reached out and gently took one of your hands, examining it with a frown. “You’re much too refined to be so careless with yourself.”

The next afternoon, Riddle arrived with a small velvet pouch, laying it on the desk in front of you. Inside was a neatly arranged nail care kit—complete with soothing cream, clippers, and a gentle buffer. “I thought it might help if we gave your hands a little structure,” he said, a faint pink rising in his cheeks. As he carefully massaged cream into your fingers, he glanced up and added, “Bad habits don’t break themselves. But if you’re willing, we can work on it together—properly.” His tone was firm, but there was a quiet warmth behind it, like the sun peeking through a stormy sky.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie caught your fingers mid-pick while you were sitting together during lunch, and he clicked his tongue. “Oi, you’re gonna tear that clean off,” he said, grabbing your wrist lightly but firmly. “That ain’t just nervous twitchin’, y’know. That’s pain waitin’ to happen.” His voice was casual, but his eyes were dead serious, lingering on the angry red skin and misshapen nails you tried to hide. “You look like you’re tryin’ to rip your stress outta your hands.”

The next day, he shoved a small bag into your arms. Inside was a stress ball, chewed gum, and a ridiculous array of squishy toys—one even shaped like a shroom. “Try these instead. Cheaper than bandages and less bloody.” He plopped next to you and leaned back on his hands, glancing at your fingers. “And hey, if you need to vent, I got ears. Good ones, too. Hyena senses, remember?” He smirked, sharp and teasing, but there was warmth under it. “No more tearing yourself apart, yeah?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul noticed the state of your hands during a contract meeting in the Lounge. His eyes flickered from your trembling fingers to the scabbed nail beds and torn skin, and his smile faltered for the briefest moment. “My pearl, you’re… bleeding,” he murmured, pushing his glasses up nervously. “That’s quite concerning. May I?” he gestured, and when you hesitated, he gingerly took your hand in his gloved ones, the gentleness a stark contrast to your own treatment of them.

Later, he invited you to his office under the pretense of discussing a deal but instead pulled out a beautifully decorated manicure kit. “A professional habit I picked up,” he explained smoothly, even as a slight blush colored his cheeks. “I believe the body reflects the mind. And if you’re hurting this badly, perhaps we should both consider ways to… ease the burden.” He dabbed a healing cream on your fingers like precious artifacts. “You don’t have to suffer in silence, you know. Not when I’m here.”

Jade Leech

You didn’t even realize you were picking at your nails until Jade’s hand closed over yours, halting the motion with eerie calm. “Ah, there it is again,” he said, voice soft as a breeze but unsettlingly perceptive. “Such a self-destructive habit, wouldn’t you agree?” His eyes gleamed as he tilted your hand up to inspect the damage, his thumb brushing lightly over a bruised cuticle. “One must wonder… what are you really trying to tear away?”

The next day, Jade offered you a tray of brewed herbal tea with a soft, almost predatory smile. “Chamomile and valerian—good for calming restless hands,” he explained, placing a tiny bowl of finger gloves beside it. “And these? Consider them my version of garden gloves for delicate human hands.” He didn’t press you for answers, not directly—but his gaze lingered, patient and all-knowing. “I do hope you’ll be kinder to yourself. I’d rather not see such beautiful hands in ruin.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd was sprawled across your lap when he noticed you picking again. His mismatched eyes narrowed, and before you could react, he yanked your hands away and scowled. “Shrimpy, why’re ya doin’ that gross stuff again?” His tone wasn’t mocking—it was irritated and strangely hurt. He sat up, gripping your wrists in his large hands, eyes darting over the damaged skin with a furrowed brow. “Do ya even feel that? That’s gotta sting like hell.”

Later that night, he burst into your room without knocking and flopped next to you with a box full of novelty rings and bandaids shaped like sea creatures. “Here, wear these,” he demanded, slipping a squid-shaped ring onto your middle finger. “If you’re gonna mess with your hands, might as well make it fun. Or I’ll bite your fingers off, kay~?” But his voice softened as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t break yourself, Shrimpy. I’ll get mad.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You thought Kalim didn’t notice—he was always so full of laughter and energy—but one day, during a game of cards, he suddenly burst into tears. “Your fingers!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hands. “They look like they hurt! Why didn’t you say anything?!” His bottom lip trembled as he inspected each torn nail, the brightness in his face dimming with guilt and concern. “You don’t have to hurt yourself like this…”

The very next day, he surprised you with a colorful self-care kit and a fluffy, golden glove set custom-embroidered with your initials. “I got everything!” he grinned, gently tugging your hand into his. “Lotions, fidget rings, even stuff to paint your nails like a rainbow if you want! Let’s make your hands happy again, okay?” Then more quietly: “And if you’re ever upset, talk to me, please. I want to help carry it.”

Jamil Viper

You were stirring a pot in the Scarabia kitchen when Jamil saw a drop of red mix into the sauce. He froze, then snatched the spoon away and grabbed your hand. “You’re bleeding again,” he said, voice low but tight with worry. His eyes scanned your fingers like a battlefield report—scars, broken nails, inflamed skin. “When were you planning to tell me this is happening?” There was a sharp edge to his words, but it was the kind that came from fear.

That evening, he dragged you to the couch with a first aid kit and forced you to sit still while he cleaned and bandaged each finger in silence. Finally, he muttered, “You always take care of others… Who takes care of you?” His touch was precise, practiced—like someone used to hiding pain, not fixing it. “Next time your hands start itching, come find me instead. I’ll give them something better to hold.”

Silver

Silver had a quiet way of noticing things. One afternoon in the courtyard, he took your hand as you absentmindedly picked at a split nail. “You’re doing it again,” he said softly, his thumb brushing away a speck of dried blood. “Does it help… or does it just hurt more?” His silver eyes were unreadable for a moment, and he guided your hand into his lap, where he cradled it like something precious.

He didn’t scold or ask questions—instead, he simply sat beside you, his presence calm and steady like a lullaby. Later that week, he carved a small wooden charm shaped like a dove and tied it to a string for you to fidget with. “When you feel restless,” he said gently, “use this instead. I want your hands to heal… because they deserve peace too.” And when your fingers twitched again, he wordlessly reached for your hand, anchoring you back to the quiet safety of his side.

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[lianwifyofkokushibo]

Demon slayer headcanons

The characters : Genya Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Kokushibo, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rengoku Kyojuro.

Here’s how I think they do if they saw her wearing something exposed her skin a little more

Genya Shinazugawa

Brain malfunction.

She walks in wearing something that shows a lot of skin, and this man is NOT READY.

Eyes widen. Face? Instant red. He doesn't even know where to look, his gaze keeps darting away, then snapping back, then away again.

"W-What the hell're ya wearin'?!" He sounds mad, but really, he's just panicking.

If she asks, "Does it look bad?" he chokes on his words. "No—! | mean-! You look-!— forget it!"

Will literally take off his own jacket and throw it over her. "Just wear this, okay?!"

Giyuu Tomioka

"Huh?"

She steps out wearing something revealing, and Giyuu just stares. Expression unreadable. Completely frozen.

Inside? Brain is overheating.

His ears turns red, but he doesn't say a word. Just looks away.

If she asks, "Do I look okay?" he still doesn't speak-just "hm" nods, still avoiding eye contact.

If she steps closer, testing him? His breath hitches, and he subtly shifts away. He's fighting for his life trying to stay respectful.

Doesn't tell her to cover up, but if she notices his ears burning red, she better cover up or just go.

Kokushibo

Stares

She appears in something that exposes her skin, and he doesn't react. At first.

His gaze lowers, scanning her slowly, eyes dark and unreadable.

The air shifts-his presence suddenly feels too heavy, too intense.

"Change" His voice is deep, low.

her : "Why?" In her mind, she’s done nothing wrong. She simply being herself

He's not flustered-he's possessive. He doesn't like the idea of anyone else seeing her like this.

"it's not proper" he said. A half lie

the truth is , it’s not about propriety just. It’s about the way she makes his body react. The way his mind betrays him with thoughts he should not be thinking.

if she stubborn "I’m comfortable"

For a moment, he thinks about forcing her to leave. About standing, about turning his back, about removing the temptation entirely. But then she shifts-just slightly. The fabric of her kimono slipping an inch lower on her shoulder. His breath slows.

And in that moment, Kokushibo makes a choice. He will not push her away. But he will not let himself indulge, either.

Instead-he will simply watch.

And though he says nothing else, though his expression remains unreadable—His eyes do not leave her. Not for a long, long time.

Maybe after two minutes he will just turned and go.

Muzan Kibutsuji

A raised eyebrow

The moment he sees her, Muzan stands there. Oh, what is this?

"My... is this for me?" His voice is amused.

He slowly approaches, taking his time examining every inch of exposed skin.

"How bold of you." A finger trails along her shoulder, light as a feather.

If she gets flustered and tries to cover up, he catches her hands easily. "Now, now. Don't be shy. You chose to wear this, didn't you?"

Loves seeing her squirm under his gaze. She won't escape his attention anytime soon.

Rengoku Kyojuro

Loud, enthusiastic approval.

She walks in, and the first thing she hears is "OOOOH!"

"YOU LOOK WONDERFUL!!" No hesitation, no shame-he is your biggest hype man.

Big, proud smile. Absolutely zero judgment, only admiration.

If she gets shy, he would laughs. "No need to be embarrassed! You look radiant!"

If anyone else dares to stare at her for too long, his smile never wavers, but his aura shifts. He will gladly fight if needed.

Definitely keeps looking at her with absolute adoration for the rest of the day.

girl he is the biggest fan of you!

That’s all thank you for reading XOXO

[drdemonprince]

in the past year i've pushed myself through increasingly physically extreme acts, kink wise, and that's introduced me to a few sides of me i wasn't conscious of before.

like the bratty me. im not a brat. i dont like being difficult in a scene. i like being a good obedient blanks submissive. but if the Dom is too casual in the dynamic or I doubt his judgement in some way, bratting comes out of me almost involuntarily, as if to fill the space. Either I make little snide comments and jokes (which can establish a rapport and be fun, sometimes), or I push back pretty willfully (but subtly) against what the Dom is doing, which can cause them to either regroup or go off balance.

There's a whole spectrum of sarcastic, snide, flirtatious energy I dispense depending on just how untrusting I feel, and I do so on instinct, so sometimes it goes way too far or emerges at the wrong time and isn't at all what the Dom wanted to see. But I can tell I developed this side to protect me. The bratty me knows how to de-escalate and disempower a powerful person and I've been her(?) throughout my life, anytime that a man has seemed more self-assured than he deserved to be around me, and I felt let down by him. The bratty me knows how to neg and get the upper hand even if the rest of me doesn't want to, basically. Sadly, the first person I had to develop this persona on was my dad. And in a way I'm still trotting out the exact personality that used to get him riled up and allowed me to feel like I was in control of our relationship, spiky and seductive at the same time.

Bratty me exists to prevent emotional pain. It lets me backpedal at giving away power, cast the whole thing as a joke, and reassert myself as the person of superior competence without having to take on the responsibility of leading the show. I have been let down by a lot of Dominant figures in my life over the years and now I find it hard to fully give in to someone the way I was once able to. It gets irritating when bratty me crawls out of my mouth and throws insults at a time where I am safe and I do want to get closer to somebody, but now I can take that as a sign that she (the brat) can feel the risk level mounting and wants to make sure I'm okay. I need to do more intentional IFS type of work on myself and her to let her know we're okay.

There's another side of me that comes out when I'm in actual physical distress during a scene, and that's a feral, fight-or-flight mode self. With emphasis on the fight. I didn't expect this to come out of me during kink, for me to start shoving and spitting and pushing back, but I honestly should have, because every time that I've been groped or followed down the street in real life my instinct has been to become violent. I am filled with barely suppressed anger and always am thrilled to have the excuse to unleash it on somebody. It is so rare to have an acceptable target.

But recently, during a couple of kinky scenes, I've gotten electrocuted too much in the wrong spot or had too big of a toy forcibly inserted far too fast and I've turned into a kicking, screaming, pushing, aggressive mess even when I haven't wanted to. It's the same thing as being unable to relax enough to open your hole up, or breathe through a strike, but it sure looks a lot meaner. I tend to emotionally regress right after being this person, go a bit mute and infantile and be unable to look at anybody for a long while afterward and I usually can't explain what I need.

But again, I'm proud of this side of me for existing. Feral fight mode me is also trying to assert control and protect me, even if he overdoes it. These explosive characters show how much I've had to live through, and all the skills I developed to do so. It's been rewarding to get to know them, even if they can be a real pain to deal with during a scene. I know that these two sides of me are powerful and I can see how much I deploy them (in smaller ways) in my regular interpersonal relationships to prevent intimacy, and I need to work on making these sides of me feel safe so that doesn't happen so much. And that starts with appreciating them for all that they do.

[marksbear2]

Don’t know if you’re taking requests rn or even for this character but Pietro maximoff x male reader headcanons? Can be sfw or nsfw (if nsfw top male reader please)

Pietro Maximoff x Top male reader

⚠️Warnings!!⚠️— SFW at the top NSFW at the bottom. Romantic and cute at the top then freaky at the bottom.

— Pietro can be impulsive and reckless at times, but when it comes to you, he’s surprisingly protective. He’s always the first to step in if anyone tries to hurt or insult you, even if it means risking his own safety.

— Pietro loves to tease you, often using his super-speed to steal your things or make you chase after him. He finds it adorable when you get a little frustrated, but deep down, he knows he’s only playing.

— Despite his fast-paced nature, Pietro enjoys quiet moments with you—whether it's laying on the couch together, talking about your day, or just holding your hand while watching a movie. He finds calm in being near you, especially after a stressful mission.

— Even though he might seem like the cocky, thrill-seeking type, Pietro knows when to slow down and listen. If you ever feel overwhelmed, he’s there to talk, offering a kind word or making you laugh with his wit to take your mind off things.

— You and Pietro often have fun little races, whether on foot, with vehicles, or just seeing who can get to the kitchen first. Of course, he always wins, but the challenge is part of the fun, and he’ll playfully boast about his victory.

— People often see Pietro as a fast, brash hero, but with you, he lets his softer side shine through. He’s a sucker for small gestures like holding hands, giving you little surprise gifts, or cooking breakfast for you after a long night.

— Pietro can be a bit possessive when it comes to you, though he doesn’t always show it outwardly. If someone flirts with you or gets too close, he might speed up to your side or subtly brush it off with a teasing remark, but deep down, he’s a little jealous.

— When you’re sick or injured, Pietro is more than just quick to act—he’s incredibly attentive. He’ll keep you company, fetch you anything you need in a flash, and insist on staying close, even if you tell him you’re fine.

— One of the best parts of your relationship is the playful banter. Pietro loves to challenge you mentally and joke around, often throwing out sarcastic remarks, but always with a grin that lets you know he’s joking.

— Sometimes, Pietro doesn’t need to say anything to show how much he cares. He’ll watch you from across the room, his eyes softening when you’re busy doing something you love, or just casually brushing against you in passing, showing his affection without words.

NSFW BELOW

— He’s sucking your dick at super speed. He tries to go as fast as he can to make you cum quick to tease you afterwards how you only lasted a few seconds, he’s also jerking you off using his powers just to abruptly stop before you cum.

— Very needy, he’s always suggesting you two should sneak off and have sex somewhere.

— His biggest kink is dry humping, you two making out while just humping each others dick against one another. Feeling your bulge against his own crotch or it being pressed against his ass is enough to get him going, though he’s impatient during foreplay.

— He’s very loud, he would be whining and moaning mumbling words in Russian or English, begging for your cock and you to be faster. He likes it rough, rough and as hard as you can go.

— Since he’s impatient he’s very bad at edging. Whenever he tries to edge, he gets frustrated immediately wanting to cum. Even if your edging him he’ll cum all over himself the moment your all the way inside of him.

— He also likes getting choked or anything kinky, it sends his body thrills whenever your hands wrap around his throat while you force your cock deeply inside of him. He’ll be gasping while a smirk on his face. Pull his hair or slap him with your cock he loves anything you give him and will take it.

— Lots of times the reason why you two have sex so often is because he’s a really easily jealous man. He’ll make it clear that he jealous and would want sex with you in order to remind himself that yours his. He’ll mark your body with hickeys and bites.

— He loves riding your cock. He likes to take things at his own pace, holding onto your thighs to balance himself as he fucks himself down on your cock. He’ll be moaning his ass off calling your name and whatever pet name you like.

— He’ll also praise you and worship your cock, even when moaning and rambling in Russian, he’s obsessed with your cock. He becomes stupid the moment he sees your cock.

— He also likes to have sex ag night, it’s the mischievous feeling the fact that the bed shaking and him moaning your name super loud which is probably causing the neighbors not to get much sleep it excites him. He would tell the world how much he loves you and you fucking him. He’ll be louder every time someone complains about the noise.

THE END