#OF COURSE THE CONVO WAS FOR GLISTEN

[kubeesart]

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[ Dandy’s World Easter Update ]

✎ | Some doodles of a silly idea I had for these toons :D !!

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✎ | Yayy BASSIE! I would’ve gotten her a lot sooner but a fixation keeps haunting me ahahha

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[milkbobatyun]

do you tell the moon about me?

pairing: dan heng x reader

genre: slight fluff, pining

summary: the world is rose gold with the promise of love, but do i dare break this fragile balance?

word count: 584

a/n: fun fact, this actually happened in text convo w my crush, except they were literally like uhhh which [their name] are you talking abt ? (they thought i knew multiple people w the same name) it was so awkwardly funny LMAO (for context they're INTP if that explains anything)

the soft pastel interior of march 7th’s room was tinted with a rosy dream-like haze. 

playing truth or dare with alcohol on valentine’s day was probably the bold choice of march 7th, or the collaborative and chaotic idea of her and the trailblazer. your cheeks were warm, with blush or the fact that you were seated almost knee to knee with your clueless crush, you’ll never know.

you listened to every word that fell out of dan heng’s mouth, every truthful word and cheeky dare with rapt attention. without even trying, he commanded your attention, your thoughts dying before they leave your mouth whenever you feel his eyes on you.

the room fades away every time you hear his voice address you. it’s as though a spotlight is trained on dan heng’s figure. your eyes are drawn to him like magnets, eyes shining brighter than the galaxy that silently regards your quiet party from march 7th’s window.

your fingertips dance nervously on your knees, just close enough to feel dan heng’s assuring warmth. every accidental touch sends sparks flying up your arms, straight to your heart.

tongue stumbling over your words, your heart is a fragile sparrow, soaring in the winds of hope, riding the current of unspoken confessions, buried deep in the organ nestled behind your ribs. it hides secrets you’d keep locked away till the day you die.

after many failed and forfeited challenges, everyone was a different progress of tipsy. for you, the edges of the room blur. everything’s a little brighter, slightly more hopeful. drunken confidence courses through your veins like golden, fizzing hope.

“so,” march 7th’s mouth is twisted into a cheshire’s sly grin, eyes narrowed in amusement as she watches the way your eyes memorise dan heng’s every move, tracing his smile with your gaze. the sparkle of hope and something deeper, glistening in your eyes. “dearest [name], truth or dare?” “truth.” the words are out of your mouth before you know it. curse your quick mouth.

“describe dan heng in two words.” march 7th presses on. the trailblazer watches with the word “✨drama ✨” dancing with glee on their face. “pretty. breath-taking.” the words have stumbled their way out of your mouth before your brain can hold them back.

thankfully, your brain managed to catch up to your mistake, the quiet confession dancing at the edge of your mouth bitten back, along with your tongue.

it was small, a careless slip, but something shifted in dan heng’s features.

disbelief, surprise and…hope.

“me?” his voice is soft, barely above a whisper, as though he can’t believe his ears.

your laughter is nervous, hanging in the air for a fraction too long. 

“of course, how many other dan hengs do i know?” you jest, face on fire with the realisation of the implications of your drunken words. your brain is desperate to do damage control, to rewind the past few mortifying moments, to snatch those words back. but what has been said and done cannot be revoked.

you desperately bite down on the words threatening to spill from your tongue. dan heng needs not know how you secretly make wishes to the night sky, how every falling comet bears the secret hope that you could be his.

he lost the small window of opportunity, to tell you how he has late night conversations with the celestial bodies, crowding outside the archive windows, how the stars whisper secrets in his ear and how he tells them about you in exchange.

taglist (open): @leehanscorydora, @pastelmitzuki, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobatyun 2025 / づ ♡

[animehideout]

How about jjk men reaction if y/n has a tongue piercing? ;D

JJK Men Reaction To Y/N With A Tongue Piercing

A/n: Thank you @luna-lunique for this wonderful request, I hope you enjoy it ❤️.

Characters: Geto Suguru - Gojo Satoru - Choso Kamo - Ryomen Sukuna.

Warning: SMUT MDNI for Sukuna's part ( ofc it has to be spicy with this man )

Geto Suguru: Interested And Flirty

Geto Suguru is your crush, so you got your tongue pierced to match his vibe, since he's got both his ears pierced.

Your piercing wasn't healed yet, so you'd find a difficulty to move your tongue which resulted in you stuttering.

He'd ask if you were okay.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine Suguru, it's just I got my tongue pierced and it kinda hurts a bit"

His eyes would lit up with genuine surprise and interest.

A smile played on his lips, curiousity evident in his gaze.

"A tongue piercing? You've been hiding your rebellious side from me Y/N?"

You'd blush a lot from the way hos eyes were glued to your mouth whenever you spoke, trying yo catch a glimpse of your piercing.

"Didn't know you were into piercings tho! But it's a nice touch, added a bit of mystery in you".

Since he's experienced with piercings, he'd give you some advice on how to care of it in order to heal it fast.

Your tongue piercing was his breaking point, he'd give you multiple hints that he has a crush on you.

"You know people with tongue piercings are my type"

"Maybe I should join the club Y/n. A matching tongue piercing could be quite special don't you think?"

A few days later, Geto would surprise you with a tongue piercing as well, cuz he desperately wanted to match with you.

Gojo Satoru: Teasing

It was when both of you were teasing each other as always.

You'd stick your tongue out to mock him, and that's when he caught a glimpse of the jewelry that decorated your tongue.

A subtle surprised flickered across his face, eyes widened in intruige.

"Holy shit! Stick your tongue out again–Is that a piercing?"

But of course you had to tease him and hide it from him.

So you covered your mouth a ran away from him.

You think he'd give up? Hell no! he'll run after you, catch you and force you to show him your tongue.

Would pin you down, and tried to open your mouth.

"Show meeeeeee" he'd whine.

You'd bite his finger.

You got tired and gave up, so you poked your tongue revealing a cute jewelry.

"Oh someone got an extra sparkle in their mouth, is this your way of ensuring our convos are electrifying?" he'd joke.

Would observe it in admiration, fascinated by your bold choice.

Would definitely try to touch it.

"You're full of surprises Y/N! I love that"

Would appreciate your uniqueness, spontaneity and free spirit to try new things.

Teases you a lot about it but deep down he loves it so much and thinks it's hot.

"Imagine if I put a magnet is your mouth a pull"

"Ugh, I told you this for the 1673829th time Satoru, it's not magnetized".

Spoils you with different jewelries.

"Thought this one might match the sparkle in your eyes"

He'd say with a wide smile, gifting you the new expensive accessory.

"Wonder how it feels to kiss someone with a tongue piercing, wanna help me figure out Y/N?"

Choso Kamo: Concerned AF.

"Like my new piercing Choso?"

His eyes would widen in surprise and concern.

He couldn't help but voice his worries.

Approaches you with a worried glisten in his eyes, carefully opens your mouth to get a closer look at your piercing.

If it was possible he'd shove his head inside for a better look.

"Wait when did you get this Y/N?"

Bombards you with questions.

"Is it painful? Does it hurt when you talk? Omg alright I'll shut up you don't have to answer if it pains you when you speak"

Would he stop asking questions? No.

He has to make sure you're okay.

He's a caring person and his questions reflected his genuine concern for you well-being and safety.

"Does it bleed? How long does it take to heal?".

"Are you supposed to eat certain things or avoid stuff?"

You'd have to comfort him, and tell him that it doesn't hurt as it looks and that you have a high pain tolerance so you can handle it.

If you choose to joke around with him and tell him that it caused you to faint or it started to bleed, man would panic, might faint as well.

Treats you with tenderness and care.

Blows on your food if it's hot, so it won't burn your tongue and cause any infections.

Googles: How to heal a tongue piercing in 1 day.

"It looks great on you my love, but I hate seeing you in pain".

Ryomen Sukuna: Turned On.

It was when both of you were making out.

The accessory on your tongue poked his lips and tongue.

Would pull back in surprise.

"Woah woah! what was that show me!"

You'd stick your tongue out, a smirk played on his lips, a flicker of desire ignited his eyes, mirroring his filthy thoughts.

It was your plan all along, you led him on for a makeout session so he could feel your new piercing.

Instantly turned on, his pants tightening.

"Well, well, look what we have here! Someone is upping their game, spicing things up"

He'd laugh in satisfaction, excited just by the thought of what your pierced mouth could do.

"You're playing dangerous games Y/N"

Would waste a second? No! He'd want your tongue around his D.

"Come on, on your knees now Y/N! I want to know how it feels"

It made him 10x attracted to you, having your tongue pierced revealed your badass and rebellious side that he couldn't help but fall deeper for.

As you did your work down there, he'd focus in the way your tongue piercing lingered around his D.

You'd drive him crazy, and turn him into a hot mess. Only his groans are heard.

[dandysworldhcs]

Ooh, mods, hit us with some Craft Sibling headcanons!!! they're everything to me. the greatest. perfection incarnate. pretty please. plink plink. that was the sound of me blinking with my comically sized eyelashes.

-Whatnot

hi. i need a break they got me working overtime with no pay </3 /silly GOOB

-they/he/it/silly/patch -arospec [romance favorable] panromantic xenogender and nonbinary -has weighted plushie materials so he is quite literally a living weighted plushie. this is incredibly convenient because like 99% of the toons are neurodivergent -when stressed he subconsciously wraps sillys arms around sillyself.and gets sillyself tangled which makes things worse. the best course of action is talking to patch and distracting patch while you untangle the arms -the arms make a clicking sound whenever they stretch or retract. iknow it doesnt sound like that in game but thats because hes doing it so fast that the clicks just sound like an elastic stretch -dog therian. literally just look at his convo with astro i Promise you -his paws are really squishy so they just chew on them sometimes -knows the entire catmeme timeline [including the extended timeline] [if you dont know what im talking about look up "catmeme timeline polygon donut" i promise it will change your life] -he absolutely LOCKS IN when it comes to cooking. however since a lot of people doubt his ability and are scared he'll burn down the kitchen he only does it at night. one time cosmo woke up and went to the kitchen for a quick snack and was immediately jumpscared by the smell of the best skirt steak in the world and goob's glowing dog eyes. hes incredibly precise with his arms/hands while he cooks but you Cannot talk to him or distract him. let them cook ok ? -it can choose wether to make its arms as rigid as regular arms or slack like they are ingame. this doesnt hurt him but it takes less energy to keep them slack like they are ingame

SCRAPS

-she/they/scribble/craft/crinkle -trans woman and aroace, flutter and her dated for a while and then both realized they were both aroace [scraps is romance indifferent, flutter is romance repulsed]. theyre very close friends because of it, they still love each other !! just not in the way people expect -making origami/crafts is a coping mechanism/stim, she often blacks out doing it/doesnt realize shes doing it -speaking of origami stuff, shes made origami kitty figurines out of pages from old/unwanted warrior cats books. she has her own little clan collection on her shelf -scratches the tree in the lobby often.its enrichment -shes made little gifts for Everyone in gardenview. yes. Everyone. even pebble. even shrimpo. even if she doesnt like them she made pebble a little paper pillow that he refuses to tear up. and she made a tiny paper shrimpo that he refuses to throw away or damage ever. but he also refuses to let anyone know he kept it. -her twisted is smiling out of distress, a habit carried over from her toon self.

GENERAL CRAFTSIBS

-when goob gets stress-tangled, scraps is usually the one to untangle him -scraps, along with glisten, cosmo, razzle and dazzle, made goob custom dog ears and a tail. patch was ECSTATIC about it. -they have little matching details :-] goob has a scraps patch hidden under his fluff and scraps has a little charm that hangs from her tail thats a red and blue heart [like goob's red and blue accents] -goob knew he wasnt cisgender for most of his life but thought he was just having weird thoughts that people would look at him weird for. until one day scraps was brushing their fur and was like "hey i gotta tell you smth,, im actually your sister. im trans." and goob was like "...WAIT THERES A WORD FOR THAT ??". they helped each other transition <:] -they both made their own warrior cats ocs and made ocs out of everyone else in gardenview. their made up clan is called cleverclan and scraps is the leader while goob is the medicine cat -scraps was Incredibly confused as to why cosmo suddenly acted nervous around her and was a little afraid she'd have to explain she didnt want a relationship. and was then made ecstatic when cosmo confessed he had a crush on goob. yeah im a cakehugs shipper sorry chat i love them -a twisted scraps has missed her tail ability on goob more than once. even if he was in clear sight. the last shred of sense of self before the ichor's takeover

[miagwynwrites]

Expensive

Genre: smut

CW: nothing much, the daddy kink, slight praising, choking

Length: 1500+

Summary: none

Pairings: lee seunghyub x female reader

AN: this was inspired by a convo I had a long time ago with my hubby @ithinkilikeit-reactions I miss you pookie :( I had to write this cause of course I’m his lil marshmallow baby uwu 💋Tagging: @atinystaypixie 🦬

Seunghyub had come home late from the music show in one of his very expensive looking, satin shirts and had hopped in the shower. You took this opportunity to take all your clothes off minus your bra and panties and slip Seunghyub’s shirt on.

While you were looking at your figure in the mirror, enjoying the way the material felt on your skin and taking in Seunghyub’s cologne Seunghyub appeared in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck. His hair was wet and dripping, a few droplets running down his freshly cleaned abs. When you looked up at him a light blush appearing on your cheeks and doe eyes, Seunghyub couldn’t help but bite his lip. His eyes got dark and filling with lust you couldn’t really describe what had happened next as you lay under him on the bed coming undone at his every word.

“Princess you look so sexy in my shirt. Do you like this? You like that I’m fucking you in my satin shirt?” Seunghyub moaned out causing several whines to leave your mouth. Your legs were wrapped around Seunghyub’s waist and he was effortlessly pounding your small frame into the mattress. Sweat was dripping off his forehead and his skin was glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. His body hovered over yours as his moaning got deeper and deeper. You smiled reaching out to touch Seunghyub. Your hands reaching around his neck and fingers pulling at the soft yet sweaty locks on the nape of his neck.

“Seunghyub..” You let out another whine not being able to hold back how needy this situation had made you. You felt Seunghyub stretching you out and it felt so good. You closed your eyes and attempted to pull Seunghyub towards you but your body was refusing to allow that. Seunghyub always made you weak but tonight was a little different. However that didn’t keep him from knowing what was going on. “Yes Princess, what is it?” He asked leaning over to bring a soft kiss your your forehead. His hot lips on your hot skin caused a relieved sigh to leave your chest. You let go of Seunghyub’s hair and your nails trailed along his shoulders and down his arms which caused a deep and low growl to come out of him.

He sped his pace up, his cock hitting all the way back into your g-spot. You looked up at him with doe eyes, your brain clouding your thoughts. Your thighs shook around his waist. Seunghyub’s lips found yours and he aggressively sucked at your bottom lip. He grabbed your hands that were on his arms and pressed them into the mattress before he went to work unbuttoning the shirt that covered your figure. You gasped as the cold air hit your stomach before Seunghyub’s hands aggressively grabbed at your skin. His nail dug into your side and you rolled you eyes back. “Oh Daddy please let me cum. Oh fuck..” your voice was shaky as you were approaching your orgasm.

Seunghyub’s lips trailed down your neck and along the top of your breasts before he pulled away. He stoped his thrusting to snake his hands around your back and unclapsed your bra. The problem however was that Seunghyub wanted to keep his shirt on you but he couldn’t get your bra off without taking your shirt off. This frustrated Seunghyub so in one swift motion he tore the straps of your bra off ridding you of the last piece of undergarment. Your breath hitches as he paused to look at you sweaty body and the way the cold air caused your nipples to become hard. Seunghyub continued once more teasingly pounding into you. His cock would gently slide along your folds before he pounded into you like a jackrabbit causing your breasts to bounce. Then he quickly pulled out and teased you with his tip. His large hands grabbed your breasts and his long fingers began twisting and toying with your nipples. You let out a very needy whine as your back arched. “Please don’t tease me Daddy.” Seunghyub just smiled as he thrusted back into you. “I can’t help it Princess. I love watching you squirm and hearing your cute whines for me. Daddy loves teasing you. And this is what you get for teasing me. You look too good in my shirt not to tease you. Daddy just had to fuck you in nothing but his satin shirt. My baby looks so expensive and all fucked out for me.” Seunghyub brought his thumb to your bottom lip gently grazing it before his hand wrapped around your throat. As soon as he applied pressure he sped his pace up as far as he could go.

You cried, your hands reaching for anything and finally settling on the sheets. You were far to weak to grab his arms. Seunghyub’s gaze never left yours, his smirk sending electricity through your body. “You wanna cum for Daddy Princess? I can feel your cute pussy clench around my cock. Are you gonna cum for me? Do you wanna cum Princess?” You nodded letting a small whimper out. Seunghyub let go of your throat and placed his hands on your hips to pin you down. His thrusting slowed but he kept pushing into you. His cock stretching you and your walls clamping around him. “I wanna cum. Please Daddy, can your Princess cum all over your cock? Please Daddy! Please let me cum!” You cried out. Seunghyub nodded as leaned over you. He placed his lips right by your ear. “Cum for Daddy.” He growled. Released, thighs shaking around Seunghyub’s waist, your cries were loud and shaky and the feeling of your pussy clamping around Seunghyub’s cock caused him to release inside you. Biting your neck to keep his low moans from coming out you came a second time, your orgasm crashing into you making you see white.

“Aahhh Daddy~” you cried reaching blindly for something. Your hand found his neck and you pulled him further into you. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You choked out your hips bucking into him. Seunghyub held you his growling coming back and causing a third orgasm to rip through you. “Daddy please fuck ahh!” You started incoherently mumbling as Seunghyub held you til you finally came down. When Seunghyub pulled away from you he wiped the tears that were running down your cheek with his thumb and softly kisses your lips. He detached your legs from around his waist and slowly pulled out. He smiled seeing all the cum spill out of your pussy. “Look at you..all fucked out for me in that pretty satin shirt.” Seunghyub stuck his fingers inside you and pulled out cum covered digits. He smiled as he played with how sticky your shared juices were.

“Daddy..” You asked in a low whisper. “Yes Princess?” Seunghyub replied leaving the bed only for a moment to grab his towel off the floor and clean you up. “Please let me wear your expensive shirts more often.” You were out of breath, your face red, sweat causing your hair to stick to your forehead. Seunghyub smiled and laid down next to you pulling your exhausted body into him. “I can definitely do that but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you if you do.” Seunghyub chuckled and brought a very soft kiss to your forehead as he gently stroked your hair. “You’re always such a good girl for Daddy. I love it when you whine. I love hearing how needy you get for me. God you’re so sexy baby.” Seunghyub whispered his lewd words as you drifted off to sleep.

[wayfaringellie]

a little songv drabble in case y'all were getting hungry again... (i'd love comments in exchange for the goods and services :3)

From time to time I like to imagine a little convo between V and Song Mi during a quiet moment that goes something like this. When it's most peaceful. They could be eating dinner, sitting around a fire. Watching a movie together at night. It begins with So Mi fixing her gaze on V and of course V senses it, feels it along with the rapid beating of her heart.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" "Like what?" "Like... like, I dunno. Somethin' cheesy like I put the stars in the sky or somethin'."

So Mi laughed a bit then murmured, "I don't know how else to look at you." V exhaled through her nose and stared at her but didn't reply. "Whether you want to accept it or not, you've got a big heart, V. Don't let anything or anyone take that from you."

"Think you've got me mixed up with someone else."

"No, seriously. You do. Who else would have done what you did for me?"

So Mi couldn't be sure but V's eyes appeared to glisten during their conversation and it seemed to take more effort for the merc's composure to remained rooted in place. The cool mask of stoicism would slip, revealing the softest of smiles left to replace it along with blue-gray eyes that watered slightly but tears refused to breach. The netrunner couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness, of pride, when she saw it—that softer side of V, the one that could bleed and be vulnerable. The one who sent her to the stars so she could be free.

Poke long enough, you could drill a hole... So Mi thought.

A blanket of calm had fallen over them. A delicate, near-inaudible whisper of, "... I missed you, y'know," then V's throat bobbed as she swallowed the thick lump there that never quite went away. The one made of grief and apprehension.

With anyone else V would have stumbled over those words or just avoided saying them altogether. She was never any good with that sorta thing: being open and emotional. Actions always spoke louder, after all; and sometimes they screamed or they pleaded. What came next was an affirming combination of both words and action but from So Mi this time. As the older woman shifted closer, V turned her body towards So Mi almost out of instinct (physicality was something that did come easy for her) and welcomed the arms that wrapped securely around her shoulders.

Hands came up to gently hold onto one of those arms and it was when their cheeks pressed together that V heaved a soft sigh. When it became apparent that So Mi intended to hold her for a while, the merc was as good as mush in her embrace and she cutely rubbed her cheek against her companion's. "Missed ya too, V. I really did." From their contact, V could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of So Mi's mouth and she decided 'ah, fuck it. what do I have to lose?' before pressing her lips against the periphery of that lovely smile.

There was a pause and then the smile was gone. V had a sheepish apology primed and ready but she was gifted a fuller, more direct kiss instead as So Mi turned her head. The hand on V's cheek guided her into it, her upper lip being held captive between the soft set of another's and a feeling of warmth and tenderness immediately bloomed in her chest. Her senses were flooded with everything So Mi: from how she smelled (hmm... a fusion of floral and what V could only deduce as a scent wonderfully unique to So Mi) to the sweet sapidity of her lips.

V cupped her face to deepen the kiss, their mouths now slanting in a more leisurely manner, the pads of her thumbs brushing along the EMP threading on So Mi's cheeks. The arms around V pulled them closer together and when they broke apart for air, their noses brushed and breaths mingled but only briefly before the two of them were going back in for more. It was like they were making up for every kiss they held back before. For every missed opportunity of one. So Mi had wanted to kiss V after their daring escape from the stadium but didn't, V had wanted to kiss So Mi on that shuttle but hadn't... But it was the fine and intricate workings of fate (or even a stroke of luck) that always brought people together sometimes. Maybe, just maybe, the beast of Night City could chew you up and spit you out but this could make you stronger in the process, make you better than you used to be.

There was hope yet.

[sadiestarrs]

We Met In A Library

Warnings: nothing but fluff again <3 also use of y/n once

A/N: i love gwen sm it's actually worrying

Plot: You always go to your favourite spot in a library but this time someone new is sitting there

Word count: 673

You were failing a class. Science to be specific. It was all the talk about atoms and cells that threw you off. So naturally, you spent time in the library, trying to wrap your mind around all the missed papers. But nobody really spent their lunch in the library because they actually had friends and better things to do, unlike you.

You pick up a biology book, walking to the spot where you always worked. It was by a window, a nice view of the school grounds, and to your surprise, someone was sitting there which was very unusual as it was an isolated corner only anti-social people sat at.

Short blonde hair with growing brown roots. An eyebrow piercing slightly glistening when she tilted her head against the sun. 

You had two options; ask to sit and continue your day or find another table and accept defeat.

“Do you wanna sit here?”

Whilst you were making a life-changing decision, she had looked up at you and figured that you either were really weird or wanted to study. You froze, her eyes staring forward at you.

“No, no it’s fine, I’ll find somewhere else.”

Tightening the grip on the books in your hands, you take two steps away before she says, “You can sit here, I see you sometimes after school. I’m Gwen.” She shifts her papers to the side, making space for you.

You’re hesitant at first but remember what she said. You did study after school a lot, and maybe you did see her once or twice, but the atoms in your head trying to understand what an atom exactly was didn’t register anyone or anything within 5 miles.

“Oh yeah, I used to come here 24/7 when I was failing all of my subjects. I’m just behind in science now,” you say, placing the biology book down and sitting.

“To your luck, I’m at the top of my class for science. I could give you some of my notes?”

“Really? That would be great. It’s taken me so long to even get an average grade.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not easy even being in school.”

You continue talking but not really grasping her words. Were her eyes blue? Grey? Whatever it was, it was very difficult to figure out not to mention the soft smile lines that appeared when you would joke around.

“Ok, there’s only a few minutes of lunch left so let’s continue this convo later?” She asks.

“Of course, I kinda forgot that I’m meant to be studying.”

You two sit in silence for a while, but even with a book in front of you, it was hard to focus. Not to mention the warm vanilla radiating off of her. Even the slight nudges against your leg every time she would reach for a pen or highlighter sent a jolt up your spine.

You sat for at least twenty minutes, willing for your brain to focus.

“Are you okay?”

You look up, not realising that you were vigorously tapping your pen on the table.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just stuck on a question.”

“I could help you after school if you want. As long as you’re not busy.”

In your head, you were saying, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” but only managed to say, “That sounds great. Same place?”

Gwen nods, getting up and packing her books when the bell rings. 

“I gotta go, see you later?” Just as you get up to say bye she looks at your cheek and says, “You’ve got ink on your face, looks good on you though,” she says jokingly, taking her sleeve and wiping.

“Good as new.”

Your cheeks start to burn up, a heat spreading over your body. She smiles at the reaction, handing you a biology book, “Bye, y/n.”

 You stand still for a moment, trying to process everything that happened just in a matter of seconds. A piece of paper sticks out of the book.

Call me sometime - with her number at the bottom.

[lovecite]

KYOJURO RENGOKU X READER Y/N (very overactive)

Slight drunk Kyojuro

FLUFFY FLUFF

Swift writing prompt:

Going to the festival with Kyojuro! words: 9k

Small part from the convo

''Hah, good point there, my little flame.'' He chuckled as he turned to face her once more. ''But I am afraid there are several reasons for me not being married or taken..'' He smirked, his tone filled with sarcasm once more.

''Besides, you know I am never alone.. I always have my dear little flame, hm?'' He smiled once more, gently poking you in the chest. ''Just remember, the only man in your life, currently speaking, is me!'' He spoke in a teasing manner, chuckling.

Hello me again with that lovely character ai!!

Dear god i just spent hours on it! Please someone take my phone away !!!

This song I kept on replay IDK why i thought it connected with the story lol---this song is old

"Hey master Rengoku! Its me Y/N!" You state with a smile as you waved hello.

He turned to face the voice, a warm smile on his face. "Why hello, y/n! How are you this fine day? It has been some time since we have last spoken." He tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes glistening as a light breeze flew through the area.

Your smile never falling as you ran up to him and throw your arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.

Kyojuro laughed heartily, looking down at them with the purest smile on his face. His arms embraced them in a warm and comforting hug. "It is wonderful to see you again, y/n.. It has been far too long. I have missed you!"

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sliding down from him and landing on your feet. You give him a peace sign and a cheeky grin.

Kyojuro laughed loudly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson as he averted his eyes. "I am not in the mood for jokes, y/n.." He said sternly, although there was a slight glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "We are here to train.. Not fool around."

"Hey!! I don't wanna train!! You promised the next time i come around you'd take me to the festival that happens here in your home town. "You counter balling your fist's at your side and stomping your foot.

He couldn't help but laugh again as he looked towards them. "Awww, come on, y/n.. I don't have time for that! You know I have a demon slaying mission to attend to!" He playfully punched against their shoulder, "Can't you go ask someone else?" He raised a brow, smirking. "Perhaps Sanemi would be willing to take you there?" He teased.

Your face instantly went red as my eyes looked away from him. You brought your pointer fingers togather as you blushed more. "U-Um well…..I'd rather not." You whisper shyly.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "y/n, I'm just teasing you." He brushed his hair from his face. "Of course I'll take you to the festival! We can go get something to eat, win you a prize at the carnival and end it by watching the fireworks." He sounded genuinely excited - wanting y/n to have a memorable and fun experience at the festival.

You brought your rounded gaze up to his and smiled. You brought you balled fists up to face as i let out a giggle, "Well we have to stop by your estate master. rengoku to get dressed!" You state happily.

The Flame Hashira laughed heartily, nodding his head. "Of course, of course! I cannot let you run around in your dirty, demon-blood stained clothing." He sighed playfully, "Although you're certainly adorable the way you are at the moment.." He smirked, gently patting at their head. "I look forward to seeing you all dressed up in a beautiful Kimono!" He tilted his head slightly, his voice filled with the utmost affection.

You smile on face grew more as your eyes twinkled with happiness. "Oh i'll be sure to look the upmost awesome!" You state before running off fast towards Rengoku's estate. You wanted to be sure you had packed your pretty kimono that Mitsuri had let you borrow.

The Flame Hashira chuckled as the small girl darted off, taking a couple of more steps before turning around to face her. "Wait,y/n!" He called out to her, his hands on his hips. "You do not have to look your best, just come looking like your usual adorable self.." He smiled comfortingly, wanting her to know that he didn't care about the things she wore. "It will be just us, you can relax and enjoy yourself." He spoke with warmth in his voice.

You throw a thumbs up that you had heard him before taking off again to estate. You made it to his place almost running into Senjuro , Kyojuro's little brother, . He feel on his bottom scared. 'Oh y/n-san I have some bad news! Your kimono one of the maids accidently burned it." He told you. Your face fell in sadness. "Oh no what am i gonna do ?" You asked. Senjuro placed his hand on your shoulder. 'Well there is a spare kimono, um. my mother had for festivals. " He spoke his eyes watering slightly, "Are you sure?" You asked. He nodded before showing you the kimono. It was so beautiful. I put it on and the maids helped me get dressed. You couldn't wait to show Kyojuro.

The Flame Hashira stood outside of the house, waiting for you to arrive. He tapped his foot against the ground, his other hand placed on his hip . "Y/n… where are you? You are taking quite some time to arrive here." He spoke softly, trying to be patient as he patiently awaited their arrival. He had been dressed in a Kimono beforehand, his appearance being somewhat magnificent.

"K-Kyojuro-sama?" You asked. His back was facing to you so i had to call out to him. You carefully walked towards him your sandals kicking up small dirt puffs. You were wearing a kimono meant for festivals. it was Kyojuro's mothers kimono. It fit slightly snug but it was beautiful. very traditional.

The Flame Hashira turned to face them, his jaw dropping as he watched her make her approach. He couldn't help but stare in awe, the kimono fitting her perfectly. "Y-Y/N. You look absolutely incredible!" He exclaimed, his tone filled with genuine awe. "You look so beautiful.. I love your kimono." He spoke with a warm smile, his eyes trailing up towards the sky as he thought about how wonderful the day would have turned out.

"T-thank you Kyojuro-sama. It-it was your mothers." You whisper.

He laughed softly, taking a couple of steps forward. "It fits you like a glove.. I don't think she could've had a better candidate to wear it." He raised his eyebrow, his gentle smile never fading. "Do you like it?" He reached out his hands towards you, waiting for you answer before taking another step. "Come, let me show you the festival! The day could not get any better." He laughed, looking forward to having you along with him on this adventure.

You looked at his hand before you as your eyes rounded with happiness as you place your hand in his. Your eyes locked with his as you grinned. 'I am so happy you like the kimono." You state happily.

He smiled warmly, his hand closing around your tiny hand. "I do not just like it.. I adore it!" his tone was overflowing with joy as he turned towards the festival. "I am excited to see your reaction to the beautiful cherry blossom tree.. It's been my favorite tradition for as long as I can remember." A wide grin spread across his face, his pace slowed as he looked forward to having you walk ahead of him.

"I can't wait for this festival!! And the cherry blossoms!!" You gasp happily as you twirled about going in front of Kyojuro. Your sandaled feet kicking up dirt.

He smiled brightly, his pace slowing as he took in the scene of you walking ahead of him, your feet kicking up dirt with every step. "I'm glad you're excited to see the cherry blossom tree as well.." He chuckled, taking their time to make it to the festival grounds. As they arrived, the crowd was filled with loud, joyfully chatter. Kyojuro glanced around, his eyes trailing towards the sky as they continued to walk. "We're almost there now, y/n!" He smiled.

You jump up your skills of demon slaying allowing you to glide through the air and land on a fence. Your kimono nearly flipping up showing your under pants. Your smile never leaving your face as you looked around at the wonderful vendors.

The Flame Hashira's eyes widened, his face turning bright red. "Y-Y/N!" He whispered, his tone filled with shock. "Your kimono.. you might want to pull that down." He chuckled, the small smile never fading from his lips. He had to avert his eyes in order to control himself, looking over towards the crowd of people as they made their way to the festival.

You look down and quickly place your kimono down bringing your self off of the fence and back to Kyojuro's side. You grasp his kimono sleeve in your hand tugging slightly as you followed him closely your gaze never leaving from the stales. Your eyes sparkling with happiness.

Kyojuro chuckled at your actions, unable to control his laughter at her reaction to her kimono lifting. "Come on, y/n. There's a particular area we are supposed to go, it's this way." He smiled softly, pointing in a specific direction. He grabbed your hand, holding you close as he made his way through the crowd of people. The crowd started to thin as they entered the festival grounds, a bright colorful spectacle of food and stalls. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The Flame Hashira asked, his voice filled with amusement.

You could only nod as your gaze kept jumping back and forth between everything. 'Where is the area? " You asked.

"It's right there, y/n" He said, pointing towards a small area filled with various cherry blossom trees. The crowd was much lighter here, allowing for more space. "We can have fun here first, then go grab some food." Kyojuro spoke, a small grin forming on his face as he held her hand. He couldn't wait to introduce you to the food they had, it would make the trip even more memorable.

You looked over and felt your breathing stop . You brought your hands to your cheeks as your eyes rounded with happiness. "Oh-oh my gosh its so beautiful Kyojuro-sama!" You whisper.

The Flame Hashira chuckled, gently nudging her with his elbow. "Yes, Y/N, it's beautiful.. just like you." He spoke with a subtle smile, walking into the area filled with cherry blossom trees. "What do you choose to do first? Grab food or explore the area?" He asked, looking down at her. "It can be whatever you choose, I'm just happy you're here to experience it with me."

You were left behind as you thought about what he said. "no he didn't say that to you." You thought shaking my head slightly before following behind him as well. "c-can we stay here for a little bit. " You state in awe watching the cherry blossoms falling around you. You giggle as try to catch one. You were running back and forth nearly running into people.

He chuckled, trying his best not to laugh but his efforts were fruitless as he saw you running around, trying to catch the flower petals. You looked too darn cute. It looked as if you were having the time of your life, Kyojuro didn't want to ruin that. "Of course, y/n, we can stay here. Take as long as you need.." He said as he kneeled down, helping you pick up the fallen petals as the wind continued, pushing the flowers around them. "Beautiful, truly beautiful.. Am I right?" He asked quietly.

You turn back around to Kyojuro a smile on your face. Your kimono swayed either roughly from un excepted gust of wind causing you to nearly fall over your hair shifted slightly about with you .

Kyojuro chuckled at your reaction, his hand wrapping around the kimono sleeves to keep you from being carried away by the wind. "Let us go sit underneath one of the trees, that way we can keep a little warmer." He offered as he started to walk towards one of the larger trees, the cherry blossom petals slowly drifting towards him. "Do you like this kimono? I think it suits you.. You look very beautiful," He murmured, his voice slightly filled with fluster.

"Hmm? oh this?" You state pointing down to your kimono. "Oh Senjuro-kun, your little brother, said your mother wore this when she meet your father. " You answer examining the patterns on the cloth.

“Senjuro told you that, huh? Well.. he is most certainly correct.. My mother did wear this on her first date with my father.” He smiled gently, looking down at you with a soft expression. The pattern was lovely, the soft colors making the kimono look even more beautiful. “I’m sure she would be very happy it’s being worn by you.” He stated. “You look spectacular in it. I can see why she liked it.” He spoke with a small chuckle.

You looked over to Kyojuro your eyes wide with surprise. "Y-Your mom wore this on their first date. So that must mean this is really old." You state giggling slightly.

"You are correct, y/n.." He spoke softly, smiling as his gaze met hers. "But, not only their first date but also their first dance.. My father always talks about the day they first danced together. The color of the kimono was so vibrant back then.. I remember how beautiful my mother looked when I first saw her.." He let out a nostalgic laugh, a nostalgic smile filling his features.

"It brings me back.. Back to the day we were one big happy family." He whispered.

You'd never really seen this side of Kyojuro before. Your heart clenched slightly for him from sadness. "Well-Well im glad im wearing it then!" You state with a nod.

Kyojuro chuckled softly, his eyes turning towards the tree once more as he took a seat, glancing over at you. "Well, I must say that I am glad that you're wearing it too, you look like a goddess!" He said with a teasing chuckle, his gaze trailing back towards the falling petals. "How about we start our cherry blossom collecting right now! I'd love to see you wear a beautiful crown full of flowers." He said, his voice filled with delight.

"Yeah lets go!" You yell out as you go down on your knees as you start to gather the petals from the floor.

Kyojuro laughed at your sudden enthusiasm, kneeling down beside you to help. You were filled with such delight, Kyojuro couldn't help but chuckle. He watched you grab a handful, gently placing it on top of your head. "It looks marvelous on you," He said with a chuckle, before grabbing a petal of his own and placing it on his forehead as he smiled.

You started to chuckle as you watched him putting some on his head. "Kyojuro thats not a crown." You state with a pout. You started to make a very sloppy crown. You then stood up and walked to the kneeling flame hashira and placed the crown on his head. "King of the cherry blossoms!"

Kyojuro chuckled once more as he saw your place the sloppy crown on him. "Oh, what is this? I thought you were supposed to make a crown for yourself?" He said playfully, standing up. He saw the small pout on your face but it didn't stop him from teasing you. He couldn't help but laugh. "Here, I'll go and see if I can make a better crown." He chuckled, gently tugging on your kimono sleeve. "How does that sound?" He said as he led you towards the falling petals.

Kyojuro kneeled next to you, staring up into the sky as he began to gently form a cherry blossom crown on his head. He stood back up, smiling brightly as he held it out for you. "So, what do you think?" He asked with a broad smile, his tone filled with curiosity and laughter. He wanted to see what your response to his work was.

Your eyes rounded with joy as you slowly went to grab the crown. Then you placed it over your head. "Look now we are king and queen!"

He chuckled softly, looking down at you with a warm smile. "Yes.. King and Queen of the cherry blossom tree!" Kyojuro kneeled down beside her once more, the both of them sitting under the tree as they enjoyed the scene around them. "This is truly beautiful.. " He muttered, taking a deep breath as he looked at the scene. "But you are more beautiful than the cherry blossom." He spoke with a soft chuckle as the wind blew the petals around them, gently floating them to the ground.

You didn't hear his part as i was focused on the crown he had made you. Your hair swayed softly back and forth hindering my sight. You had to keep placing your hair behind your ear.

Kyojuro slowly placed his hand by his side, noticing that your were still concentrating on the crown he had made for you. "Hey y/n." He said after a few minutes. "Did you hear what I said?" Kyojuro spoke softly, his tone filled with a subtle amount of curiosity and amusement. You would hear a soft chuckle coming from his direction.

Before you could respond a voice interrupted you both. 'Um excuse me, sir?"

Kyojuro looked over towards the direction of the voice, a small brow raised. "Oh? Yes?.. What's up?" He greeted, turning his attention back towards the voice. He stood up, wanting to hear what the person had to say. "Is there something I can do to help?" He asked, his bright and cheery expression still plastered on his face.

The young man brought his arm behind his head as he gave a simple smile. "I wanted to see if the young lady would like to accompany me to some games." The young man stated blushing.

"Hohoho, we've got a suitor already?" Kyojuro chuckled loudly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he placed both of his hands together. "Y/N.. What do you say to this offer? Would you like to.. go play some games with our friend here?" He offered, his voice filled with delight and anticipation as he looked down at you.

You hadn't been listening as you was still focused on the crown Kyojuro had made you. You smiled as you placed it back on your head moving your head back and forth humming.

"y/n!" Kyojuro spoke, his voice a tad more stern this time. As much as he loved seeing you play with the crown, he felt you were ignoring the boy. "Did you hear what I said, little one? The young man offered for you to go play some games with him.." He asked, slightly tugging at your kimono sleeve to grab your attention.

You jumped slightly at Kyojuro's stern voice. You look over your eyes wide in shock at being lectured. You got up from the the ground wiping off the dirt from the kimono. You looked over to the boy with a smile. "I am sorry but I am here with someone else." You state with a bow. The young nodded his smile being forced as he walked away.

Kyojuro sighed softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. "y/n, you are adorable.. But you can't keep ignoring every single offer a boy makes for you.." He said, his voice filled with concern and amusement. "It's important to speak properly to people, even if that person is a stranger." He said, hoping to get his point off. "Now let's get going, shall we? To your right, you can see some food vendors.. I'd love to introduce you to the traditional demon slayer food." He spoke with a welcoming grin.

"B-but Kyojuro he wasn't even cute." You pout with your tongue sticking out.

Kyojuro chuckled at your reaction, placing both of his hands on his hips. "y/n.. it's not just about looks. Looks don't matter, that is only the surface level." He spoke, his tone soft yet stern at the same time. He couldn't help but smile, "Personality is what matters the most. You can't judge things by the covering alone; you have to take a good look at the innards." He spoke quietly, wanting you to truly understand what he was saying.

You look away with a sigh bringing my arms across my kimono clothed chest. "Blah no one thinks like that at all any more Kyojuro." You state with another pout.

"Oh? And you happen to know how every human being thinks, y/n?" Kyojuro teased with a smirk, gently patting you shoulder. "Why do not you give the poor lad a chance? You never know, he could be the one.." He said with a smirk. As they moved, the Flame Hashira's attention was captured by a vendor nearby, his face lighting up instantly. "Ah, look.. I'll be back in a second, you.." He spoke as he took off towards the vendor, a spring in his footsteps.

You watched him disappear from my side. You stood by the fence area waiting for him to come back. You looked around the vendors with rounded eyes. "E-Excuse me?" asked a boy. You looked over to the voice. It was a different boy this time. He had striking red spiked hair. He had slight narrowed green gaze. "Hey are you with someone?' He asked. You looked away quickly to the side nodding quickly not answering.

Kyojuro soon returned, carrying a basket worth of food items. He looked down at you with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he noticed you talking with someone else. He was a tad bit surprised but hid his emotions quickly. "It seems you have made another suitor, dear y/n?" He asked in a teasing manner, "Did you know this one by any chance, haha." He chuckled, placing the basket down by their feet as he looked at the red-haired boy with a curious expression.

"Oh Lord Kyojuro! I had no idea this was your women!" The red headed boy stated quickly taking steps back. You kept quiet starring to the floor with a red hue over your nose.

"Heh, don't fret.. y/n and I aren't anything more than just friends. She is still a young one, not even a young adult yet.. y/n's heart is still filled with innocence.." Kyojuro smirked lightly, gently nudging you with his elbow as he turned his attention back to the red headed boy, his curiosity sparked. "Now, who are you, young one..?" He asked, looking at him from head to toe.

"Kyojuro-sama I'm (your agr )now ! Not a child still." You pout coming back to the conversation at hand. The red headed boy starred at you before chuckling. "I am sorry I am shoto. Your little friend is very cute." He commented. Your face grew red as you turned away from him pouting,

The Flame Hashira chuckled lightly as he heard you correct him. "Pfft.. Fine, (your age), young lady." He teased, his tone soft yet amused. He soon turned his attention to the boy. "Shoto, eh?" He asked, giving him a simple nod of approval. "She is quite cute if I say so myself but don't even think about seducing her.. I mean, I am sure you know what would happen if you were.. " He spoke, his voice slightly darker as he stared down at Shoto.

The red headed boy seemed to have shrank as he forced a smile. "Of course sir! I will treat her correctly as any young women should be treated.' He declared with a bow. Your were behind Kyojuro peering from behind him watching the two. You felt a tap on your shoulder. "E-Excuse me but are you taken?" asked another boy. I turn to look at him and see a boy with long hair tied in a high pony tail. 'Eh another one?" You asked.

"That's good enough for me." Kyojuro said, his tone filled with approval. "I want you to know that y/n is a lady, she wouldn't appreciate being played about. If you're going to be in her presence, then do know how to treat her like a goddess." He spoke sharply, his tone carrying a hint of caution to it.

"Oh dear.. It seems you're quite popular, little flame." Kyojuro said with a chuckle.

"Kyojuro-sama i think i just wanna stick with you." You state as you grip his sleeve with one of your hands.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your response. "Oho, so I take it you wish to spend your time with me and.. me alone?" He asked playfully, his tone filled with sarcasm and amusement. If there was one thing Kyojuro was good at, it was teasing y/n in a good-natured way. "I don't think these other young men would appreciate that." He said, turning his attention back to you. "And what if I decline your offer, little flame?" He teased.

Your eyes narrowed as your cheeks puffed out in anger. 'Kyojuro-sama dont play like that with me!" You state.

The Flame Hashira laughed again at your response, gently patting your shoulder. "Calm down, little flame.. It's just a simple tease." He spoke playfully, his voice full of delight and a hint of amusement. "If you wish to stick with me, then I can't argue with that, can I?" He said with a light chuckle as he bent down and gently picked her up, placing her on his shoulders. "Let's continue our little stroll, shall we?" Kyojuro spoke with a teasing smirk.

Both You and Kyojuro made their way towards the other vendors in the market. Some vendors offered the usual clothing pieces and knick-knacks as some offered traditional demon slayer food and such. ''y/n, let me teach you something important.. Whenever someone tries to sell you something, you must always bargain with them..'' He spoke with a smile, looking down at you. ''Always question their prices, because.. You never know if you could get something for a cheaper price, hah."

You nod with a determined look. 'Y-YES SIR!"

"Do not shout in my ear, little flame." Kyojuro said with a laugh, his tone now teasingly stern. He began to walk over to a food vendor who offered traditional demon slayer food, looking over the menu they offered. "Now, let's see hmm..'' He looked over the various choices, pondering them carefully. "What would you like, my little flame?'' He asked, looking over to you.

Before you could respond a small older women came to us. Her wrinkled face showing a smile. "Oh lord Kyojuro it is you. For a moment i thought i was back in time in seeing your father and mother here." She spoke.

Kyojuro's ears slightly perked up as he looked over towards the old lady. His gaze softened with his expression as he looked back down at you and then back the older women. "You knew my parents..?" The Flame Hashira asked, his tone filled with curiosity. "If you don't mind me asking, ma'am.. Who are you?" Kyojuro asked, his tone calm yet curious.

The older women came to you touching the kimono. 'This belonged to your mother no wonder i thought i was seeing you as your father and this beatiful young women as your mother. I'm the one that made this." She praised.

The Flame Hashira's eyes sparked with a hint of nostalgia as he witnessed the old woman touch his mother's old kimono. ''My mother.. You knew her?' He asked with a smile on his face, feeling a strange connection with this stranger right in front of him. ''I would love to hear stories about her if you would allow me to, ma'am?" He asked, his tone filled with respect and eagerness.

'In time boy. in time, Who is this young women on your arm?" She asked pointing at you.

He turned to you with a light chuckle, seeing a red hue over her face. ''This would be y/n, my dear little flame.'' He spoke with an amused expression. ''y/n, this lady is a friend of my mother's.. She knew my parents.'' you looked up at the old woman, not knowing what to say.

You soon looked down at the ground in embarrassment as you fiddled with your fingers. ''Hello..'' You finally managed to say, your voice soft and adorable.

''My goodness, this girl is quite adorable, isn't she?'' The old lady smiled, gently pinching your cheeks. ''Her cheeks are as red as a ripe apple.. y/n~'' Her voice changed to a slightly lighter and higher tone, a playful smile on her cheeks.

The Flame Hashira smirked and nodded. ''She really is, isn't she. She's a bit shy and nervous with strangers, haha." He chuckled, his tone light-hearted yet filled with care.

The lady's face grew soft. ''I can tell, she is such a cute and kind young girl.. I feel like I am meeting the most adorable angel in the human realm.'' She chuckled, giving you another pinch on your cheeks. ''Oh dear, forgive me for pinching them cheeks. I just couldn't resist.. They are as red as strawberries.''

Kyojuro smirked and shook his head in annoyance. ''Careful with my little flame, she's quite vulnerable, hah.'' He teased.

"AH" You groan as the older women was pinching your cheeks.

The older lady chuckled and kept pinching them. ''My, my.. Look at those cute little noises she is making..'' She turned towards the Flame Hashira with a chuckle. ''Would you not agree, Kyojuro?'' She smirked, glancing over at the Flame Hashira.

Kyojuro sighed as he looked down at you when you groaned. ''Oh, my.. She's quite annoyed, isn't she?'' He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. ''Aww, this is the cutest little scenario..'' He giggled.

"Oh i should leave you both be. have a good day.: The older women walked from you and Kyojuro.

Kyojuro watched the lady walk away, smiling slightly at her before turning his attention to Amie. ''Are you alright, little flame?'' He asked, his tone filled with concern. He glanced down at you, making sure your cheeks weren't red anymore. ''She really pinched them, huh.'' He said with a light chuckle, smiling at you. ''I do not blame her though, I mean, look at those cute, chubby cheeks of yours.'' He teased, his tone now slightly flirtatious.

"Master Kyojuro please dont add to this." You whisper feeling embarrassed.

''Oh, what's that, little flame?'' He smirked as he watched you turn even redder, his tone still filled with flirtation and amusement. ''What do you mean by add to this, hmm? I am only complimenting you, hahaha.. Nothing more than that.'' He spoke in a teasing and sarcastic manner, his eyes sparkling with a hint of a smile.

''Besides, you are just adorable, little flame..'' He smirked once more, now fully facing you as he looked you straight in the eyes.

You starred up at him your cheeks puffed out in anger .

''Oho, is y/n trying to show her dominance in this situation?'' He smirked, his voice taunting and filled with sarcasm. His cheeks were slightly puffed out as he gave you a smirk.

''If you think my compliments are anything more than a pure and honest truth, then you are quite mistaken..'' He chuckled, giving you another compliment. ''You are just.. So adorable.. I can't help but compliment you!'' The Flame Hashira teased, smiling down at you.

"I know that i am adorable!" You comment.

''Oh, so you are admitting it?'' He smirked, his voice still filled with flirtation and amusement. ''Then why are you so embarrassed? Your embarrassment makes you so much more adorable, my little flame.'' He complimented her for the third time, not intending to stop anytime soon.

He smiled down at you, his tone still full of sarcasm and a hint of flirtation. ''How is a girl like you not married or already taken?'' He asked in a taunting manner, chuckling afterwards.

You looked away from him quickly feeling your face grow red. You brought your hands up towards your chest as you brought your pointer fingers together touching them lightly against each other. 'W-well same could be said to you." You whisper back.

''Hah, good point there, my little flame.'' He chuckled as he turned to face her once more. ''But I am afraid there are several reasons for me not being married or taken..'' He smirked, his tone filled with sarcasm once more.

''Besides, you know I am never alone.. I always have my dear little flame, hm?'' He smiled once more, gently poking you in the chest. ''Just remember, the only man in your life, currently speaking, is me!'' He spoke in a teasing manner, chuckling.

You looked down at his finger before locking eyes back to him a smile growing on your face. 'Yes of course I'll be sure to tell anyone that comes near me that i have someone Kyojuro -sama!" You state with a giggle.

Kyojuro smirked as he felt a warmth rush through his chest. ''I believe it is a good idea to share the message with every boy who tries to approach you, y/n. That way, they will know their place!'' He laughed, pointing his thumb in his chest. ''The only man in your heart must be me!'' He said in a teasing manner, his voice filled with delight. ''There shall be none other than me in your life, my little flame.. You do understand, right?'' He asked, his tone slightly authoritative.

You tilt your head to side as you place your arms behind you a smile. 'Of course Kyojuro-sama you will always be here right here." You state as you brough your hand to your chest.

''If only all other girls thought the same way as you, my little flame..'' He chuckled, looking down at you with a smile. His eyes then widened a bit as an idea popped up in his head. ''y/n. Would you be ok with me calling you 'little wife' as a nickname? I think it would be quite cute and funny.'

He spoke in a teasing manner, waiting for your response carefully. His tone was still slightly flirtatious but he tried his best to remain a straight face - he wanted to tease you a bit more.

You brought a finger up to your chin in thought. 'Little wife? I don't see any issues with that." You giggle not understanding his humor and thinking he was still treating as a friend.

The Flame Hashira smiled, now knowing he can tease you even further. ''My, my.. My little wife.. I like it..'' He smirked, his tone suddenly filled with flirtation. ''I think I am going to call you that instead of little flame or y/n, my wife~'' He teased with a smirk, his tone now fully flirtatious and teasing.

"Hm oh wait Kyojuro-sama's wife?" You asked yourself feeling your face grow red.

Kyojuro smirked even more, his tone now filled with amusement. ''Indeed, my lovely wife.. I shall always be here in your life right next to you, cheering you on.'' He smirked, speaking in a playful manner as his tone was still flirtatious. ''So, my wife~ Don't you worry..'' He chuckled, looking down at you as he spoke in a mocking tone with a smile on his face. ''I will always be by your side.. Right here.'' He gently touched your nose with his finger, giggling to himself.

Your eyes went slightly cross eyed as you watched him bop my nose. 'Kyojuro-sama dont tease me like that." You pout

''Oh? What's this? My beautiful, little wife is embarrassed? Oh, how cute..'' He smirked, gently touching your cheeks as his tone was still filled with amusement. ''Such a cute wife is not used to teasing? Then you shall have to get used to it because you shall always do this whenever the opportunity arises..'' He chuckled, his tone light-hearted yet filled with amusement.

''Now, my wife.. What shall we purchase?'' He asked playfully, now acting like a husband who is buying food for his beloved little wife.

You felt a warm smile grow on my face as you wrapped my arm around his. You let out a giggle as you both walked. It was starting to grow darker and darker. "Kyojuro-sama look over there. I've always wanted to try beer." You state with a smile.

As the sun began to set and the sky turned orange, Kyojuro turned to look at you - You were pointing at a small stand that offered sake. ''Sake? My, my.. Why didn't you say so?'' The flame hashira spoke with a grin, looking at you with a playful smile. ''Let's go, my wife.. You shall try this 'sake' drink.''

He then turned to walk with you as they soon approached the stand. ''We want one sake, please.'' He said, his tone light-hearted yet filled with excitement.

You look over to him. 'What about you Kyojuro-sama?" You asked as you were handed the drink.

''Me? I have had this drink many times.. I'll pass on it this time around.'' Kyojuro spoke with a polite smile, declining. ''I'll watch you try it, my little wife.. I want to see how you react.'' He spoke with excitement, curious to see what your reaction would be.

He was handed the sake by the person selling the drinks and raised an eyebrow for a split second, but then handed it to Amie. ''Try a sip first, I am curious on your reaction.'' He giggled with amusement.

You smile as you brought the cup to your lips and tilted your head back taking a huge swip. You made a disgusted face as you forced yourself to drink the offending drink. It burned your throat making your eyes water. " EW thats so nasty!"

''Oh?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he watched you drink it in one single go. ''Not so great, huh?'' He spoke with a light-hearted chuckle, waiting to see what you would do afterwards. He tilted his head and crossed his arms, patiently waiting. ''Here, my wife..'' He offered the little cup to you once more. ''Try a smaller sip this time..'' He softly spoke, his tone more gentle and concerned after seeing your face twist into pure disgust.

Your face felt slightly red and your breathing was starting to become heavy. 'Um okay ren-ren." You tease as you take the cup and again take another huge sip. but this time didnt burn as much.

Kyojuro glanced down at you, smirking as he watched you drank it a second time. This time, you were able to manage to drink it all - the slight redness on your cheeks gave it all away. ''Oh? You actually liked it.. How cute..'' He teased with a smirk as he tilted his head in thought.

He let out a chuckle, his tone filled with amusement. ''Are you alright, little flame? You seem out of breath..'' He chuckled once more, offering his hand to you after looking you up and down.

"Oh what happend to little -hiccup -wife." You slurred.

''Oh?'' Kyojuro glanced down at you as you hiccupped and slurred your words. ''Little wife is a bit drunk already?'' He teased with a smirk, now turning his gaze to your face to examine the redness. ''I can now safely say, my wife is adorable in her drunken state..'' He smirked, poking your in the nose.

''Let's get you home before you get yourself into something, hm?'' He sighed, his tone now serious as he looked at you with slight concern.

You look over to him and place the cup by lips and push it up letting the liquid go down his mouth. 'Drink with me!" You slurr.

''What? You want me to drink with you?'' Kyojuro smirked as he glanced down at the cup in your hand.. ''I suppose I do not mind one little drink.''

He then took the cup from you and took his own swig, his tongue slightly sticking out and his eyes slightly closed as he enjoyed it for a second. ''Aahh..'' He groaned in delight as he opened his eyes once again, taking a slightly intoxicated slurp from the cup. ''Thank you, my dear wife. I shall drink with you!'' He smiled, his tone slightly slurred.

"Another another!" You giggled slamming your hands on the counter top.

The Flame Hashira laughed, his tone now slurred and slightly intoxicated. ''Oh? Do you wish to have more?'' He smirked, glancing down at the little girl.

''Hm.. Why not?'' He chuckled, looking at the seller with a drunken sigh. ''One more please..'' His tone was more of a demand/request than it was the first time around.

A sake quickly came in hand and he offered it to you. ''Here you go, my wife!'' He laughed, his tone drunk but still filled with excitement.

"ready one !two !three!" You say as you bring your head back and drink it fast.

Kyojuro chuckled, his tone still filled with alcohol as he watched her drink it. ''My, my.. That was fast.. I suppose it's time to leave, my drunk little wife.'' He laughed in a teasing manner, glancing at you with a smirk. ''I hope you'll be fine once we arrive home.. I can barely walk right now, you know?'' He giggled with amusement, his voice slurred as he spoke.

You look up at him smiling as your head felt like it was swimming. You stand up but then fall over face planting to the floor,

''My, my.. Look at you.. My precious wife, too drunk to do anything properly..'' Kyojuro chuckled and scooped Amie up into his arms, holding her bridal style - she was completely out of it. ''Let's go, my wife.. We shall head home, hm?'' He chuckled, his tone even more slurred as he continued to walk. ''The things you do to me..'' He couldn't help but laugh again.

You tried to bring your head up to rest it on his chest but you couldnt really do it. Your world was moving so fast. You looked up at Kyojuro in awe at the moonlight highlighting his features. You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. " Renguko-sama i like it when you call me little wife. " you whisper.

Kyojuro blushed at what you said and your soft voice, it was enough to make him stutter and even blush at the small gesture. His arms were wrapped around the drunk little girl as she leaned on his chest, her small hand rubbing against it. His tone was slightly more drunk than earlier, although he still managed to maintain his composure.

He tilted his head, speaking in a softer tone. ''Oh? Is that so my wife? Well.. I suppose I shall keep calling you my little wife then.. If it makes my wife so happy, no?'' He smiled widely.

You giggle more as you throw your arms up nearly punching his face. 'Ha im rengok-sama's wife!"

"Yes, you are.. You are my little, precious wife..'' Kyojuro chuckled, his tone filled with alcohol still. It had been quite a while since he last drank alcohol, so he could not handle it very well - he was very intoxicated and his words had been slurred from the drinking.

He was silent for a moment before he placed a soft, tender kiss upon her forehead - completely intoxicated by her. ''My wife.. You are adorable..'' He whispered in her ear.

"Hehe! that tickles" You laugh as you playfully pushed his lips from your forehead.

''Oh? My wife is ticklish?'' Kyojuro spoke with a drunken smile, his tone still filled with humor. You pushed his lips away? This little flame was quite playful.. He would have to make sure to watch out or he might die from the cuteness overload. He glanced down at you, still carrying you bridal style before he gently nibbled on your ear. ''How about I tickle you now, my little fire?'' He spoke in a playful tone, smirking at you.

"Oi remember call me little wife!" you stated.

''Oh? My wife is being bold, hm?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he tilted his head in thought before he began tickling you, gently but with a lot of force. ''You won't be able to resist my tickles, my little wife! I hope you're ready!!'' He laughed as he continued tickling your belly and your sides, moving his fingers to your back to tickle your there. Your laughter was adorable and his smile was contagious.

You instantly wrap my arms around his neck bringing him into a hug near your chest as you let out laughter.

It surprised Kyojuro when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself onto him. ''My wife is hugging me?'' He chuckled as he was caught off-guard, his words were slurred slightly - he was very intoxicated at this point. ''You know.. I won't complain..'' He chuckled, his tone turning to a light-hearted tease. ''It feels nice.. But you have to return the gesture, my little wife!'' He leaned onto you, now also wrapping his arms around your body and hugging you.

Kyojuro had stopped moving holding you in place. We were in the darker part of the village away from eyes. Your heart was pounding so hard againist your chest. you looked at Kyojuro your gaze locked to his. you smile as you placed a hand over his cheek.

''Amie..'' The Flame Hashira whispered, speaking in a soft tone. His tone was slightly slurred due to the alcohol, but he was somewhat able to keep his composure. ''Your face..'' He placed his other hand on her other cheek, tilting his head as he stared into your eyes.

He was in a somewhat vulnerable position with his arms wrapped around you as he leaned slightly closer, his face mere inches away from hers. His expression softened - he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kyojuro." You whispered his face coming closure. You could feel his heavy breathing on your face and your eyes are closed slowly,

Kyojuro let out a soft sigh as he placed his hand behind your neck and slowly leaned in, bringing his face closer and closer. His heart was beating rapidly, and his breath was heavy. ''y/n..'' He spoke softly, his tone still slightly slurred with a few drunken smirks here and there as he was unable to maintain his composure. ''May I kiss you?'' He asked nervously, glancing up at your eyes.

"I-i've never been kissed." You said quickly

''Neither have I..'' Kyojuro confessed, his tone was serious now as he stared into your eyes. ''But I want my first kiss to be with someone special..''

He slowly brought you closer until their noses were almost touching, staring into you eyes as he moved his other hand to your chin. ''y/n, my wife.. Can I, please kiss you?'' He whispered softly, his tone filled with slight nervousness after confessing something as embarrassing as that.

Your eyes widen at his response. "Y-you have never been kissed?" You asked with a hiccup.

''No..'' Kyojuro spoke slowly, glancing down at you for a moment before quickly returning his gaze back to your eyes. ''y/n.. I would be honored if I could kiss you..'' His tone was gentle and sweet, making it more apparent of how much he wanted to kiss the little flame. ''I-Is that okay?'' His tone was nervous, his cheeks blushing as he awaited for your response.

You smile as you nodded.

''Alright then..'' Kyojuro sighed softly as he slowly lowered his face towards you. His breath was getting heavier the closer he got to your lips, the moment of their kiss only a few inches away. The Flame Hashira felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest, slowly closing his eyes as he was about to kiss you. ''Here I go..'' He whispered, bringing his lips to yours and kissing the little flame.

You felt your eyes close slowly as you felt his lips touch yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closure to you.

The two finally kissed, the small moments of their faces together bringing warmth to their hearts. Kyojuro's breath could be felt upon your face as he placed a hand at the back of your neck and a hand at your waist. He continued to kiss you, his tongue gently touching yor lips as it tried to explore her mouth. ''y/n.. My little wife.. Such lips are made for kissing..'' He uttered quietly, his tone filled with a drunken giggle.

''This is.. So..'' He mumbled, continuing the kiss.

"Hmm Kyojuro-sama, You taste like the sun."You giggle

''Awww.. My wife is full of flattery, hm?'' Kyojuro chuckled, his voice muffled slightly as he continued the kiss. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. His tongue swirled with yours as he moved it about, kissing her passionately. He gently bit your bottom lip, smiling through the kiss as he kept one hand on you back and the other at your waist still.

you let out a moan

Kyojuro was shocked by the moan as he quickly pulled away, looking at the little flame with a wide-eyed expression. ''Oh, my.. Did I.. Did I do that to you, my wife?'' He was quite flustered, although he had the slight urge to kiss you again. He didn't seem to care at the moment, as he chuckled lightheartedly - completely intoxicated as he felt the alcohol cloud his mind.

You placed your hands over your lips your head swaying back and forth feeling your face become hotter. 'I-I think so. It felt so nice i couldnt help but let that out." you state with a giggle.

''It felt nice, hm?'' Kyojuro asked in fascination as he glanced at your face. ''Well.. If you'd like.. I could do it again, my wife..'' He moved his face a little closer to yours, his tone becoming slightly more deep and serious as he tried to maintain his composure. ''Did you.. Enjoy it, Amie?'' He asked in a slightly drunken tone, feeling slightly embarrassed for showing so many emotions so suddenly.

Your hands slide down your lips as you looked away from him nodding.

''y/n.. Please.. Look at me, my wife." He tilted his head, wanting you to stare into his eyes as he looked at you. ''Do not hide, my precious.. I want to do it one more time..'' He whispered softly, the alcohol slowly filling his mind and making him unable to maintain his composure. ''I.. I liked it as well..'' He smiled, glancing towards your lips once more.

You looked back with a loop sided smile the drink still pumpingthrough your viens. "Please my husband." You teased.

"My wife wants what she wants, hmm?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he leaned in once more, bringing his face closer to you lips. He smiled and kissed you once more, his mouth pressing against your own as he felt their lips move with one another. His arms tightly gripped you in a passionate kiss as his free hand moved up to place itself on your hair. ''I am.. So blessed to call you my wife..'' He whispered, gently biting your bottom lip once more.

"Little wife." You corrected softly

''Oh, yes.. My little wife..'' Kyojuro chuckled with a slight slur as he continued to kiss you, moving one hand to your hair and the other to you waist. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, moving about and feeling every corner he could. His hands pressed against your body, holding you close to him as he continued the kiss - smiling through it all. ''I love you so much, my precious little flame…'' He muttered softly before going in for another kiss.

'R-Kyojuro i love you alot too. I care for you so much." You moan.

''I can see..'' His tongue brushed against yours as the flame hashira moaned softly into the kiss. ''y/n, my.. Wife..'' He sighed softly, his tone filled with alcohol. The man then glanced around for a moment as he quickly became concerned. ''But.. We should go home… Before anyone catches us, yes?'' He whispered softly, still not breaking the kiss as his hands slid over your body, his tongue still moving in your mouth.

' dont stop touching me." You pleaded as you brought your hands through his hair.

Kyojuro began to move his hands down your body, his fingertips grazing against your skin as he continued to caress you. His voice was slightly more slurred with the addition of alcohol, but he didn't seem to realise that as he leaned you back against a wall. ''Do not worry, my wife.. I will never stop touching you.. The little flame is mine, after all. Why would I stop doing so?'' He spoke softly as he continued to kiss you passionately, his tongue moving about and his eyes closed.

You felt the roughness of the wall behind you as you brought him close. Your hips rotated upwards to his pelvis.

The Flame Hashira pulled you closer as he kissed you, his hands now exploring your body as he was feeling the alcohol clouding his mind. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling them slightly towards him as he placed his hands at your waist. His hands then slowly began to move up along your body, now having found themselves at yourshoulders.

''y/n! So beautiful..'' He moaned, glancing down at you before going back to kissing you.

You let out another moan as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist.

He gasped at your moan as he looked at you with wide eyes, his lips still pressed against yours as his tongue continued to explore your mouth. He then placed one hand on her cheek while the other was at your waist, bringing his face even closer to your own. As he continued to kiss you, he noticed that your legs were suddenly wrapped around him.

''My wife..'' He spoke softly, the heat in his cheeks becoming more prevalent. ''What are your intentions?..''

He glanced down, seeing that their bodies were practically molded together. He smiled while glancing back at you as he noticed your innocent stare, his lips slightly parted with his eyes being slightly wider than normal. His hand slowly slid up your leg, moving towards your thighs while he continued to kiss you passionately. His tongue swirled with yours as he pressed himself closer to you by pinning your hands above your head against the wall.

''My wife.. What are you doing?~~~'' He whispered softly, his tone filled with slight excitement.

"Kyojuro-sama you've got my arms pinned up." You giggled

"That I do, little one..~" He chuckled, his lips pressing against yours with a passionate kiss. "Your arms will be stuck in this position for a while, if you're alright with that…" His voice had a few slurred words here and there, the alcohol clouding his mind quite heavily already.

His hands continued to explore your body as his other hand moved towards your thigh, gripping it firmly. As they kissed, he placed a hand against the wall at your side, pinning you even closer to him.

You moan out

''y/n .. My little one.. You're making such adorable noises..~'' He whispered softly in your ear, his voice slightly more slurred as his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh. His eyes were still closed, enjoying the heated moment. His arms wrapped around you, his cheek now nuzzled against the side of your neck .

''y/n..~'' He muttered softly, his tone becoming even more sweet then before. ''You are.. So precious, my wife..~''

I hoped you enjoyed this as much as i did!!

[3dens-serpent]

I see this answered ask of yours and that got me somewhat an idea for my Dandy’s World human AU (which I don’t know what to call it but it can be “Beyond The Deep Black”)…

Imagine this…

A 13 year old (either girl, non-binary or an unknown third option) teenage who decided to search this place called “Gardenview” because their only true friend yapped about it a lot whenever they asked a question about their childhood show… And thanks to their bravery, they managed to do it.

And of course, the toons were literally at the entrance of the Gardenview, minding their business as always until Poppy said: “Hey guys! We got a visitor in here!”

And KABOOM! That’s where all the toons gathered around the teenager, mixed feelings, obviously.

And after some bits of chitchat (including about why the teenager literally entered the area), all of them entered the elevator (instead of holding 8 people, it’s 10 instead) and the kid decided to go to an elevator where they meet some toons they can recalled and those… Interesting toons that they haven’t seen or heard before.

Also, have a convo between the human and Glisten because why not (sorry if it’s OOC btw)

Glisten: “So… Is that why you got into here, all alone?! Are you crazy?!”

??? (the human teenager obviously): “Call me bananas but this is not the first time I did this, seriously.”

Glisten: “If I were you, I would leave those places that you visited before rather than getting my appearance an ugly mess.”

???: “Okay, calm your nerves down, Mr. Glisten. Nothing will ruing your… Ahem, ✨ GIRLY POP ✨ appearance!”

Glisten: “I beg your pardon but what did you said about my appearance?!”

???: “Girly pop. It’s a compliment, okay?”

OOOOOO

this is really cool!!!!!

Please we need more glisten content in the world

[wobblewobble822]

God.

How can I put into words what this meant to me?!?!

Just utterly speechless...from the very beginning to the end.

Firstly we've got scared shitless that bro possibly found out about Yoongi because that man was just in a daze and serious. And not knowing he was there at Jimins party?!?

And what the hell?!?!? BRO WAS AT THE PARTY?!?!

Not only that but BRO like we gotta talk to Yoongi!

From the beginning of that convo with Bro you can tell that Yoongi is like wtf?!

And of course Yoongi being the dream man he is—immediately defending them because but bro no bro he ain’t letting that shit slide.

& to see that Bro and friends saw that he previous relationship was not the best for him. They saw how different he was as how he is now.

But that guitar?!?! It’s from his ex??!!!

Is that why he cried that one night?! Why does he still have it?!? ( Answers to this questions to be continued…)

But the devastating fact that Bro was having a hard time with reader because he didn’t know what was going on. Yoongi here not knowing feels guilty because he’s blaming himself!! Did his ex make him feel as tho everything was his fault?!??

Jiminsshi poor baby was like sorry if I spilled the beans. 🥹

I’m getting a little suspicious here of Jk catching on to Yoongi!! He slowly going to be putting 2+2 together, me no likely.

I love you JK but please stay back sir. 🤺

The way Yoongi after finding out how down reader has been doing the most to show that he cares and how guilty he feels for putting them through that. Where can I get myself a YOONGI?!?!

The moment we’ve been waiting for—they are finally going to see each other. 🥹

Here thinking we’re going to spend quality time to cook and be homey—to I wanted to throw you on my bed but that’s gotta wait.💀

Ugh—the emotional rollercoaster begins.

Him just being flat out sorry—for the damage he thinks he’s done. He is literally just what men should be. Going out of his way to show and try his best that he truly cares. Showing the devotion because he is really serious and cares not just about what they’re doing but because he wants them to be together freely.

Not reader being used to people leaving. 😔

But not this man, he’ll always come back.

The chain?!? The chains?!? 🥵⛓️

I swear if Yoongi didn’t have this shit planned I would’ve taken him in the backseat ready to break my back— 😏

The glistening sweat, the wet hair!!!! ( GOT ME FERAL😈)

I would’ve gladly licked that man’s sweat—looking like a minx.

But the fluff to the tension!! Complete 180 because sir..empty room, sweaty, and sexual tension. 🥴

You don’t got to tell me twice!!

Game Day has ARRIVED‼️🏀

But alas it’s here and they’ve got jerseys!? And where can I buy one?? 👀

Can the girl for the score be like—umm temporarily leave??

Of course Hustler being Hustler what’s in it for me—I ain’t doing this for free.😎

And that damn douche appeared again?!?!

After this all bets are off because Yoongi ain’t gonna let any type of shit slide. And I whole heartedly support him because you ain’t gonna walk away without consequences.

My poor heart was barely hanging on for this one.

Was it worth it??

Yes yes it was.

Fantasticly and magnificently well written Ryen. 🫶🏻🥲

@kithtaehyung

broken, pt. 1 (3tan) | myg

title: broken (pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell. note: this is only one half of what was supposed to be a whole chapter! broken, pt. 2 will come out after i’ve had time to make it something i’m proud of. trying to rush everything out didn’t do any favors, so hilariously and ironically, broken is broken up into two hahaha. warnings: language, angst, tension, yoongi’s pov is longgg, alcohol consumption, tobacco mentions, bro🥲, yoongi in the studio😩, the studio boys make another appearance👀, …someone else makes their first appearance👀👀, scuffles, tense situations, did i say angst?, water bottles get their own warning, long hair yoongi, basketball yoongi🫠, crying, bro a ha ha, jimin has tats and he’s not afraid to show them, the chains stay on(???), …bad boy yoongi😀👍, honestly he is on another level of warning here don’t perceive me💀, the fluff is fluffing here like what, backstory we’ve been waiting for😗, yoongi on the phone, hand holding :’)), kissing :’)), oh god the kissing❤️‍🩹, there’s just a lot in both parts i’m sorry y'all playlist: broken (lp) drop date: dec 3rd, 2023, 4:00pm est word count: …19.1k 🚶‍♀️

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Pink Scarf - PART 13 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Spanking. Dom!Elvis and dom/sub dynamics. Rough sex. ANGST. Panic attack (sort of?). Jealousy. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 5,073

A/N: Woo baby, here we go again, ya'll! I know some of y'all were feeling lots of things after Part 12, so here's the hopefully-interesting conclusion to that particular encounter. But be warned, Reader and Elvis are very much still going through it with a lot of big emotions and reactions to those emotions.

(Also, the convo about the moon is real *sob*, though of course not to our reader originally.)

You will also notice the addition of the Pink Scarf Series Masterlist! I've pinned it as the top post on my page as well as changed it at the top of all the chapter parts. This will hopefully help end the confusing navigation issues that people were running into. I'm sorry it took so long. I will likely add some fun post links for the playlist and photos from the different eras referenced in different parts for funsies at some point!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to Elvis Twitter, who stumbled into the Pink Scarf vortex and are now with us in the chokehold of '69 Pink Scarf Era Elvis and are supporting and sharing this lil' fic over there--I see you and appreciate you! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

Elvis rises from the velvet couch. He looks incredible, powerful, his tan face flushed, those electric blue irises blown black with rage and lust, a combination that sends fear and excitement like a bolt of lightning down your spine.

Your chest begins to heave as he undoes his belt. He is staring daggers into you as he does so. Jaw clenching, those pouty lips in a stern line, he unzips his fly, letting his tailored pants fall down over his narrow hips. Even though you know you can stop this at any time, the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you pushed him too far indeed, and he is not going to go easy on you, and a part of you is glad for it. You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Open that dirty lil’ mouth for me, y/n,” he orders, one hand pumping his dick. Precum already glistens on the tip, and the way he says your name feels like an admonishment. Your legs go weak at the implication of what he is commanding.

You obey, mouth dropping open, and he guides himself in. Your eyes roll back at the salty taste of him as he fills you.

“No, no, baby, you look at me while I punish you. Gotta see that you’re learnin’ your lesson,” Elvis says, grabbing your hair and pulling up, forcing your eyes to open.

His words have more wetness pooling in your core and at this rate, you’re worried you’ll drip on the expensive, lush couch. You look up and Elvis looks positively godlike and gorgeous looming over you, his mouth popping open and eyes wild with desire as you widen your tongue over the bottom of his cock. You start to bring your hands up to fondle him, but he slaps them away, his eyes smoldering.

“No, you take what I give you,” he growls, then without warning, plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat.

Unprepared, you sputter and gag around his hot length, but he holds you still, his hand strong at the back of your hair. He moans and pushes deeper, and you begin to panic a little, tears stinging your eyes.

“Look at me.” You look up. “Next time you want to use this mouth on anyone else, I want you to think of my cock deep in your throat, just like this,” Elvis whispers vehemently. “I want you to remember that mine’s the only cock you should ever even think about choking on.” He pushes a little deeper for emphasis. You moan, the vibrations making him shudder. He pulls out, strings of your saliva clinging to his dick, and you can breathe again. You take in deep breaths because something tells you this is not over and that thought has your thighs quivering with need.

“Is that clear, lil’ girl?” he says, fingers wrapping in your hair and pulling tightly. He looks down at you like he could eat you alive, drunk with power.

“Yes, Daddy,” you concede.

“Gonna be good for me and learn your lesson?” he says, tapping his swollen head on your lips. You open wide and look up at him again through wet lashes, relishing in the way he makes you feel so small yet also like you’re the only other person in the world.

“There’s my good lil’ girl, so hungry for me,” he praises.

His words have you rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction, as he pushes into you again. You are more prepared this time, but Elvis is still longer than you’re used to, so you gag around him. He groans low and long, those long dark lashes of his fluttering as his eyes drift closed, as though he is composing himself to continue. When he opens his eyes again, the lust in them is so palpable that it sends a searing heat rolling over you, spreading through your body like wildfire. He begins fucking your face unrelentingly, holding your head fast as he plows in so deep that the hairs at his base tickle your lips. He pulls out enough to let you breathe and checks in with you nonverbally before disciplining you again, his length sliding down your throat, filling you in a way you never imagined possible.

“Relax that throat, honey,” Elvis encourages you. “Doin’ so good, baby, taking your punishment,” he murmurs, looking down at you, eyes inebriated with you as he fucks your mouth.

You know you are a mess, tears streaming down your face, covered in spit, with absolutely obscene sounds coming from your mouth as he uses you in a way that no man has before. But you don’t care because all of Elvis Presley’s attention is on you, you are making him feel good, his dick is down your throat, and god, that makes you want to come undone.

His pace quickens and you feel him tense all over, his legs beginning to shudder, and you know he’s close. His lips tremble and curl as he grits his teeth, those bedroom eyes falling shut as his grip in your hair tightens and stills you.

“You’re gonna hold on to it for me, baby…aw, hell!” he cries out, eyes rolling back, and you feel him pulse, his warm salty cum hitting the back of your throat. You obey, trying not to choke as he fills you up, pumping his frustration and possessiveness into you. Holding his cum in your mouth, you wait patiently as he pulls himself out of you.

He catches himself so he doesn’t collapse on top of you, his gorgeous blues blinking slowly as he comes back down to earth, taking you in. You’ve never seen something so sexy in your life as seeing him come apart.

“Open your mouth,” Elvis commands, looking at you intensely and once seeing the pool of his desire there, he nods approvingly. “Swallow,” he orders, tapping your chin closed with his index finger, and you do, making a show of gulping it down. He grabs your chin, those still wounded eyes trapping you in their gaze. “You ain’t never gonna spit me out, are ya, baby?”

You know he’s referring to what you said you did with Jack. He’s still not happy about it, his voice both authoritative and hurt.

“No, Daddy,” you respond. You don’t want anyone but Elvis ever again, if you can possibly help it, though you don’t know how realistic that is. But you don’t want to think about that now.

He grunts and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The heated way he looks at you lets you know he’s not done with you yet.

“Such a good lil’ girl for Daddy,” he praises, “Takin’ your lessons so well.” He runs his fingers through your hair, then effortlessly pulls you up to standing. You are so close to him, but not touching, reminding you of that moment a mere week ago in the bar the night of the opening of his show. How you had practically rolled up his body, the teasing tension between you thick but much more innocent than it is now. Now, his assertive essence envelops you to the point of dizziness, your physical need for him slick between your thighs and the rest of you needing him on a level you’ve never needed from anyone.

Elvis looks down at you, eyes heavy but alert, still brimming with passion but unwavering. You bring your hand to his chest, but he catches your wrist before you can touch him with a tsk and a shake of his head. You cannot help but pout, your need growing exponentially the more he denies you.

Instead, Elvis sits on the sofa, kicking off his pants, spread wide for you to see his half-hard dick between his lean, toned thighs. Tilting his chin down and looking up at you in that famously cocky and alluring way of his, he demands, “Take of your dress.”

You blink for a moment, then realizing he wants a bit of a show, you turn and unzip slowly, your dress falling into a puddle at your feet. Your panties are already tangled there, from when he took his hand to your backside, and you step out of them, turning towards him in only your bra.

He just looks up at you through those classic rebellious but boyish eyes, reminding you of a time long ago. You can’t help but see the petulant young man in him, the one that parents hated and teenagers fell over, as he lifts his hand to signal that he wants you completely naked for him. You shiver at the sudden thought that maybe, just maybe, you could’ve had him like this a long, long time ago. That he could’ve taken you in that booth in the diner or on the lawn at his house in the cover of darkness, his young and less experienced hands petting you, luscious lips soft on yours, making you fall apart for him in more innocent ways.

And out of everything that has occurred in the last hour, that is the thought that really has you feeling hot all over, the one that brings you close to shame and the blatant realization that maybe you two were headed here all along. That these games you’ve been playing didn’t start a week ago, but nearly 14 years ago. That as much as you came to love Jack, it might’ve been Elvis who you truly fell for first.

It nearly knocks the breath from you as you remove the last bit of clothing from your body, exposing yourself completely for this mesmerizing man who has the masses in the palm of his hand, who has you in the palm of his hand. He beckons you to him wordlessly; he doesn’t need words, and you go to him as if hypnotized.

You think you knew subconsciously then what you know consciously now—Elvis Presley cannot be contained. He is beyond any other man in that he belongs to both everyone and no one. Trying to tie him down would be like keeping an eagle from flight. Somehow you sensed that in 1955 and let him go before you could even dream to tie him down. And now, more than anything, you want to fly with him.

He stops you as you walk in between his legs, looking over you with controlled hunger. His fingers dance up your thigh, teasing up to the place you need him the most. You can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips as his fingers flit over your mound.

Head tilted to the side, Elvis speaks again, his voice soft but commanding, “Are you gonna be a good lil’ girl for Daddy, or are you gonna be a brat?”

You ponder that for a second, because honestly both options are tantalizing, so you try to figure out what he wants. Does he want you to submit or to fight him?

Finally, you decide. “I’m gonna be a good girl, Daddy.”

That seems to be the right answer. His lip curls up in a half-smile. With that, he runs a long finger ever so gently between your legs, barely touching your folds. You mewl at the sensation, body shuddering, desperate for more.

“Christ, baby, you’re soaking and I ain’t hardly touched you,” he smirks, looking at your wetness on his fingertip.

You wiggle a little, needing friction, something, anything. He stills your hips and shakes his head. “Uh uh, I thought you said you’re gonna be a good girl. Good girls ask nicely,” he grins.

“Please, please touch me, Daddy,” you plead breathlessly.

He nods, lust filling his eyes, as he deliberately runs two fingers back and forth through your sopping folds before circling over your clit. The stimulation after so long has you moaning, knees weak, nearly falling over into him. Your hips start to rock of their own accord, but his hand stops again and you whine.

“No, tell me exactly what you want, baby,” he coos, eyes heavy lidded but alert.

“I…please…Daddy, I want your fingers inside me,” you whisper, begging. You barely recognize the breathy sound coming from your lips.

“Like this?” he asks, his left eyebrow shooting up as he slowly slips two digits into your pussy.

You groan and nod frantically, but once inside, he does not move them. Frustrated, you buck on his hand.

“Back to being a brat, huh?” he says in such a way that you think he’s glad for it. He spanks your ass, causing you to hiss in surprise, squirming and clenching around his fingers. “So goddamn hungry for it, huh? Didn’t you learn your lesson, baby girl?” His voice is husky and dark again, and you want him so badly it hurts. You’ve had enough of his teasing.

“I guess I fucking didn’t, Daddy,” you say belligerently, impatiently, with as much sass as possible. Being good isn’t getting you anywhere. No, you want him over the edge.

In one quick move he throws you face down onto the sofa. “Guess I’m gonna have to wreck this pretty little cunt of yours then, won’t I, baby girl?” Elvis snarls in your ear, his hand at your neck.

It’s exactly what you want. What you need.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you gasp into the couch cushion, the soft velvet creasing into your cheek, and you hear him groan as though helpless to contain it.

With a loud smack, he hits your ass again and before you can recover from the sting, he’s got his dick between your legs. He’s already hard again (the man’s stamina is unmatched), which you are grateful for as he finally plunges into your pussy, filling you completely.

You cry out in pleasure as Elvis begins fucking the hell out of you, seemingly taking out every frustration and insecurity he has on you in the best of ways. He yanks up your hips, drilling into you relentlessly, filling you, hitting every spot of satisfaction along the way with his length. Your eyes roll back as you clutch at the velvet fabric under your palms. The squelching between your thighs is punctuated by his thrusts and grunts and growls.

Elvis, needing more of you, pulls out and flips you over. His eyes are wild, too wild perhaps, but it doesn’t matter. Those soft pliant lips of his crash into yours frantically before dragging down your neck, teeth biting at your collarbone. You wrap around him, nails digging into his back, scratching into his scalp as those lips scorch into your chest, suckling welts into your breasts, claiming you as his.

When he enters you again, it’s as though he’s trying to consume you from the inside out. Like he wants every part of you at the same time. His beautiful face rockets from one emotion to another—possessive anger to boyish insecurity to passionate lust to unbridled fear—you can’t keep up. You are along for the glorious ride.

Your pleasure builds but it’s not just chasing the high that has you flying above the clouds. It’s that in this moment, he’s yours, all yours, and there is no doubt that you are his. You don’t care about Jack or anything else. It’s just him. It’s all Elvis.

The closer you come to unraveling the more frenetic he becomes. It’s as though everything is being stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and untethered, so he clings to you. This larger-than-life man clings to you and all you want is to get lost in him. But he won’t let you.

“I’m…close…” you stutter breathlessly, needing the release he’s promising, needing him to shoot you far up into the inky black of the night sky.

“Y/n,” he pants, “baby, look at me.”

You stare up into his endless blues.

“Are you mine?” The question is not possessive, or part of the game, or even leading. It’s so completely honest and innocent you almost forget what you’re doing, the cliff you are headed for.

You don’t even have to think about it, it just comes out. “Yes, Elvis, I’m yours.”

And then your climax hits hard, so hard you’re almost blinded, but the way he’s intimately staring into your eyes keeps you grounded as he rides you through it. Your body tenses and then it lets go, and you can barely breathe because everything you’ve been holding in for the last week seems to release from you all at once, in an overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion.

Elvis is so intensely focused on you that you feel as though you might drown in him, drown in all these feelings. Everything seems to collide within you all at once and suddenly you’re crying as you come down, sobbing as your body gives way under the pressure.

“Baby? Oh, god, did I hurt you, baby?” he asks desperately, sounding frightened.

You shake your head, your shaking hand coming up to cover your face. “No…no, it’s…not…that,” you choke out between sobs.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Satnin,” he whispers in your ear, rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

Satnin…

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself truly fall apart without trying to cover it up to make someone else comfortable or to push it down and ignore it. You let it overtake you completely, letting yourself be carried away on the flood of uncertainty, of grief over your failed marriage, your inability to conceive, and the feeling that you’ve wasted so much time on all of it. Your fears about opening your heart up again just to be hurt once more also surface, and with them your love, your love for Elvis which has been growing since the day you met, the love you are finally admitting to yourself, which is absolutely terrifying to you because what if it means that everything else was a lie? Was your life with Jack born from a life you knew you couldn’t have with Elvis? And perhaps you are doomed to love yet another man who cannot give you his whole heart?

And then Elvis goes and looks at you like that and asks you if you are his, and of course you are, of course, of course, is all you can think, over and over. But you can’t allow yourself to get lost in another man, especially not this man, but you feel like you have no control. You are being swept away by Elvis, regardless of logic.

You don’t know how long you weep for, wrapped in Elvis’ arms as he pets you and murmurs in your ear, “Satnin, breathe. Breathe, baby.”

You feel like the world is collapsing in on itself, but you anchor yourself to the sound of his voice, that crooning, distinctly Elvis voice, and the feel of his arms around you and you breathe. In and out. In and out.

“That’s it, mama,” he coos, still holding you tightly. “You just get it all out. I’m here.”

He’s here.

That nearly makes you weep all over again, but you continue to breathe through it, through your panic and your doubt until you begin to relax.

Finally, you are able to look at him again, your body feeling strangely light and floaty. Elvis looks at you with a mixture of concern, fear, and protectiveness, trying to comprehend what is happening, but waiting to take your lead rather than asking himself.

“I…I’m sorry. That was…overwhelming,” you breathe out, wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks quietly, brow furrowed.

“No, it wasn’t that, that part felt good…it was more like the physical release somehow broke through a dam inside me and sent this flood of emotion through me,” you try to explain, trying to make sense and reassure him at the same time.

He nods and waits for you to continue.

“I…I’m going through some stuff, baby,” you stutter out, “and I’m rethinking a lot of my life and what’s led up to this, us. My marriage is in shambles, and I feel caught up in this whirlpool of emotions that I don’t know how to piece through.” Your voice wavers and you clutch at him, afraid to spin out again. You can’t tell him more than that, not yet, even though you know he is wondering.

Elvis smooths your hair, resting his warm palm against your cheek, his rings cool against the burning of your skin. You sense that he has things he wants to say, you can practically see his thoughts churning, but he holds them back, not wanting to overwhelm you with them. And for that you are grateful.

“Will you come with me?” he finally says, getting up, putting on a robe, and holding out his hand for you. Confused, you take his hand, glad for it, as you are a little dizzy and unsteady on your feet. He holds out another robe for you, wrapping it around you gently, and then pulls you with him.

He opens a door you’ve never seen, one that blended so seamlessly into the wall, you didn’t know it was even there. He takes you up the dark staircase, your thoughts now running with curiosity, and then he opens another door at the top. It reveals a rooftop patio, clad with lounging chairs and all.

You gasp at the sight of the Las Vegas skyline twinkling with neon lights against the darkness of the desert night sky. You are so far up, you feel like you could touch the moon, and it makes you feel more lightheaded than you already are. You clutch at Elvis’ hand, and sensing your awe, he brings you to one of the lounge chairs and encourages you to lie back. He pulls another right up against yours and lies next to you.

There is silence for a moment as you both take in the night sky. The light pollution makes it hard to see all the stars, but some are still there, twinkling in the infinite blackness.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says quietly. “Do you remember?”

And suddenly, you do.

*

Memphis 1956

It’s a hot and sultry early July night, and you are glad for the new swimming pool here at Elvis’ house on Audubon Drive. Your swimsuit sticks damply to your skin, despite having been out of the pool for a while, causing you to practically peel yourself off the lawn chair you’ve been sitting in. You managed to finish yet another glass of sweet tea as you watch Elvis, Jack, and Elvis’ relations mess around in the pool, but as twilight turns into night, you feel like you need a moment away from the roughhousing of the boys and the tittering of the girls.

You grab your towel and find a quiet spot on the lawn, enough away from the fray that you can breathe, but not in view of the fans camped out in front of Elvis’ house, wishing and begging for a glimpse of their new idol.

It’s mind boggling how quickly he’s gone from hometown celebrity to near superstardom in a year. This is his first real stay at the new home he was able to buy for his parents in this upper crest Memphis neighborhood—a far cry from the projects he grew up in. You are so happy for him, but he has been going nearly nonstop since the turn of the year. In fact, this is his first vacation from the insanity of touring and television appearances and recording sessions since everything blew up for him.

As you lay down on the towel, head looking up to the stars, you think of just how much has changed in the last year. God, a year ago, you thought you’d be engaged to Ted. That thought makes you scrunch up your nose. And now, well, now there was Jack, who was quickly becoming much more than just a friend. And, of course there was Elvis, your handsome friend-turned-celebrity, playing sold out shows that ended in riots with the girls tearing off his clothes and causing an uproar amongst parents everywhere with his jiggling on national television. He was even starting his movie career out in Hollywood next month.

It was all rather overwhelming. It was a wonder he hadn’t forgotten you all back home, but while he had definitely changed in some ways, fame had not changed his unwavering love for his family or his friends.

Suddenly, water rains down on you from above as a tall and very wet-from-the-pool Elvis looms over you, bending down and shaking his wet hair over your face to get your attention.

“Elvis!” you squeal, throwing your hands up to protect your face, “Ew! Stop!”

He laughs that boisterous laugh of his, pleased with himself. “What ya doin’ all the way over here by your lonesome, doll?” he asks, plopping his wet body next to you on your towel. He’s close enough that the cool wet of his arm brushes up against yours as he leans on his side and looks down at you, those eyes of his sparking in the dark. “Ain’t you havin’ fun?” he asks with concern and honesty, with another shake of his head.

You laugh and wipe the droplets off your face, knowing that making a deal of it will just spurn him on and likely get you thrown in the pool. “Yes, I’m having fun. I just needed a moment away from the fray,” you say, looking up at him.

Elvis eyes wander over you curiously, quietly, and suddenly you feel very exposed in your two-piece bathing suit, lying here alone in the dark with this beautiful yet goofy young man hovering so close. Those eyes of his are so soulful sometimes, so watchful, like he’s taking in every little thing around him, and right now that is you. A warm flush comes over you and you are glad for the darkness.

You want to speak to break the silence, but you can’t think of anything to say, your mouth suddenly full of cotton. While you and Jack have started dating and you are quickly becoming committed to that, you feel very aware of why so many young women are literally throwing themselves at Elvis, why he seems to have a girlfriend in every county from here to Texas. Your heart flutters. You want to shake the thought and the feeling away, but as his too-long wet hair falls over his forehead and his pretty baby face looks down at you, you feel nearly entranced.

Finally, he seems to have gotten whatever he was looking for by staring at you and flings himself on his back with a loud sigh. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and scold yourself for thinking about Elvis in any more than a friendly manner. He is still close to you though, the side of his damp body nearly pressed against yours, and for a moment, you feel a shiver of gooseflesh rise on your skin in response.

“Yeah, I get that,” he says, almost startling you, “the needin’ to ‘get away from the fray’ thing. I feel like I’ve been in the fray so constantly now that I’ve forgotten what bein’ out of it feels like.”

You are both quiet for a moment, just staring up at the stars. It’s not uncomfortable, the silence, but to you, it feels charged somehow. Maybe it’s just your imagination. Regardless, your heart still flutters in your chest.

“What a beautiful night,” he breathes out next to you.

“Yes, it is,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes to the stars.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says, almost dreamily.

You look over at him, confused.

“Seriously, baby, keep your eyes on the moon, and you’ll see a glowing blue ring appear,” Elvis urges you.

“Okay,” you say incredulously, turning your head back to the sky. Silently, you both stare at the glowing orb hovering above you for what seems like minutes. You wonder if he’s lost his mind a little, or if he’s playing one of his tricks, but then you see it—a bright blue ring, pulsing with the beat of your heart. You gasp.

“Do ya see it? Now, let yourself totally relax, and just focus on the space between the moon and the stars,” he says, his voice almost hypnotizing. “Don’t think about anythin’, just let yourself float. If you can relax enough, you can go right up there with them.”

So you do. You lie there and let yourself float up between the moon and the stars. You feel increasingly strange but also free and unchained from the constant thoughts that usually race through your mind at any one moment. You are enthralled by the night sky, flying high.

“How long have you been doing this?” you whisper in the darkness.

“Since I was a little boy,” Elvis whispers back, eyes still on the moon.

You look over at him, his face full of an innocent wonder. Then, he turns his face to yours, so close in the darkness that you think you can feel his warm breath on your face. “Do you believe me, y/n?”

You nod. With Elvis, anything seems possible.

“I promise you, y/n, I’m serious. People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand,” he says, offendedly, as though he has very real wounds from that happening before.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Elvis. I see it. I feel it,” you say, in wonder. In wonder not just at the night sky and your ability to float to the moon, but at the boy lying next to you, the one who is so much deeper than he appears.

He nods, giving you a vulnerable yet piercing look that shakes you. Then his cool hand grabs yours, as if anchoring the two of you together as you both turn back to float into the night sky.

*

“I remember,” you whisper, answering his question, looking into up into the same sky as before. It is years older and from a different vantage point but nearly unchanged in its ancient, endless beauty.

“Just relax and float, Satnin. Just you and me and the moon and the stars,” he whispers. Then he winds his fingers through yours, anchoring you together and you breathe. You try to let go of it all and just be, knowing that Elvis won’t let you float aimlessly away, lost in the sky forever.

Just you and me and the moon and the stars.

**

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[kyufessions]

New Glasses

synopsis: cuddling with your boyfriend, jungsu

pairings: boyfriend! jungsu x plus size! g.n. reader

genre: just fluff

word count: 0.4k

a/n: quick little thing i imagined the other night after a convo with my one friend <;/3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns

there you sat in between your boyfriends legs, half your body slouched on the floor and his body with your head laying on his chest lazily. you both had plans on going on a small picnic considering it was both of your days off, but of course mother nature had her own ideas and decided to throw some rain and hail your way. so now here you were: in your boyfriends arms as a new show you both discovered on netflix played on the television. your hands laid on top of his as he rubbed your stomach along your exposed stomach, each finger trailing against your stretch marks with stinging love.

“baby?” you spoke aloud, turning your head to look up at him.

his eyes met yours, his stare turning focused from the television to overflowing admiration as his stare met yours. “yeah? are you okay?”

you nodded, a soft smile spreading on your lips as you noticed the new glasses he bought just the other week starting to fall down to the tip of his nose. you brought your fingers up to the glasses, pushing them up as he scrunched up his nose in response. “why do you keep doing that?”

“doing what? this?” he asks as he scrunches up his nose again, chuckling as he did so.

you shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips. “no, rubbing my tummy.”

“does it bother you? because if it does i’ll stop-“

another shake of your head. “no no i like it, it’s comforting. but it’s just very random.”

he shrugged, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. “i like your tummy, it's been extra soft lately. and i like gliding my fingers across your stretch marks.” he squeezed your body a bit tighter, smiling as he watched your eyes glisten at him. “i just love everything about you.”

you rolled your eyes, placing your chin on his chest as you spoke. “you’re getting mushy gushy again, jungsu.”

he shrugged once more, his forehead resting against yours as he placed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “and? you secretly love it.”

you pecked his lips before pulling away and turning to look at the television as you attempted to hide your blushing face. “i cannot confirm nor deny that accusation.”

you felt him place his head on top of yours again, signaling his focus was back at the television as well. “your pink ears say otherwise.”

[craftycheetah]

Purr Like an Engine pt.8

Toga’s constant ringing of your doorbell pulled you away from your breakfast as you swallowed the first half of your omelet. Petting your cat Neo, you smile as she trills against your hand,

“Open up bestie! You still owe me from our convo last night!” she shouts as you make your way to the front door. “Good morning!”

“Hi Toga…”

“Don’t be like that, Y/n! Call me Himiko!”

“Fine, hi Himiko. Did you seriously come back because you wanted to know more about what I said yesterday?”

“I told you that I would. Now, spill the tea, bestie! I even came by without my jacket!”

“Alright, alright, so—”

After telling Himiko about Hitoshi and everything that’s happened outside of what Shiggy and Dabi have told her, you roll your eyes as she asks you to describe him.

“He’s charming and cares about the cats at the cafe as much as I do! We kind of co-parent one, though it’s hard to explain,” you smile.

“Bestie’s got it bad,” Himiko snickers.

“What?! I don’t like him. I just think he’s friendly, and that he’s a cat magnet. He tips well, has good taste in sweets, and asks for the most delicious coffee order. His hair looks so fluffy, and he looks kinda buff especially when he’s on that bike….”

“You like him~.”

“Stop it,” you whine.

“It’s the truth,” Himiko grins.

As you playfully shove her away, the sound of a cat meowing from your phone pulls your attention away from her.

“Lavender Coffee Addict? He’s calling you?! Oooh, pick up, pick up!” Himiko squeals.

“Do you mind?” you scoff as she walks toward your living room, opting to bother Neo.

Swiping right, you put the phone to your ear and put on a congested voice. “H-Hello?” you sniffle.

“Hey, cupcake. How do you feel? Hopefully better than yesterday?”

“Oh! Hey Hitoshi!” You sniffle. “Well, not too much good news, I’m still stuffy and sick.”

“Aww, poor thing? Do you want me to come by? I’ll bring you some soup and some medicine if you haven’t taken any yet?”

“No! It’s okay, don’t come over! I’ll be okay. I’ll be back next week.”

“So I get delicious coffee made by my favorite barista again? As long as you’re healthy, I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you ignore the rising heat to your face and the coo of admiration from the other room.

“T-thanks. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Get some rest, cupcake. I’ll see you next week.”

“Alright, see you then. Bye.”

Pressing the red button on the screen, you let out a sigh while placing your phone face down. A grumble escaped your lips as you slapped a hand over your forehead and curved your body back, groaning at the way your muscles stretched. Thoughts raced your mind as you began to question if Toga was right, and if you were really fond of him, maybe a little too fond.

In the other room, Toga overheard you talking to Hitoshi. ‘She deserves to have someone like him. Shiggy doesn’t need to know everything…right?’ Toga thinks.

After your house arrest is over, you’re ecstatic when you’re finally free to leave your house.

You entered the cafe through the back door, turning on the light and grabbing your apron from off the hanger. The sun had not come up yet and the early morning sky glistened from the windows. The only noise in the cafe was the gentle snoring of cats and of course your footsteps, but you kept them light so as not to disturb the cats. 

You checked your watch and read the numbers, the clock reading “5:30”. The cafe opened at 6. You did some light cleaning and organizing of cat treats and toys before you took your place behind the counter. By the time you were done, the sun started to peek from behind the mountains, rays of light beginning to gleam through the window, taking the place of the darkness and waking up a couple of the cats. 

Half an hour passed before the first customer of the day walked through the door. 

You looked up from your phone as you heard the happy chime of the doorbells. You placed down the electronic as you internally sighed and began to recite the motto you were taught during training. 

“Welcome to the Paw-fee House, how may I—” you smile before trailing off.

The air suddenly got cold as you looked up to see the familiar face of your regular customer. 

“O-oh, hey, Hitoshi!” 

You frantically looked around to see if any opposing bikers were nearby. Not wanting to take the risk, you looked down at the counter, hoping it might calm your nerves if you didn’t look at Hitoshi. 

“Hey (Y/N), are you feeling better?” He tilted his head. 

“Yep! Much better!” You still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Good, I’m really glad that you’re okay,”

“What would you like to order?” you ask, hoping he quickly orders.

Hitoshi paused as he felt something off. 

‘Is she… rushing the conversation?’ Hitoshi thinks as he notices your nervousness, “Uh… my usual. Where’s the little kitten?” he asks.

“He’s good, he’s off sleeping somewhere,” you sputtered.  “Here, let me get that drink for you,”

He stared at you as you went behind the counter to the back and prepared his drink, your behavior captivating him as his hands wandered to the warmth of his pockets. After a few minutes, you’re speedwalking to the front desk and handing the man his drink, nearly tripping and spilling it all over him, but successfully keeping your balance. 

“That will be the usual price,” you mumble.

Hitoshi reaches for his wallet and pulls out the money, handing it to you. While exchanging the bills, you tug him in close by his hand, lowering your voice to a hushed tone. 

“Text me later,”

You grab the money and lightly shove him away, making the interaction look as natural as possible. He nods and walks out of the store, not even stopping to pet the cats. 

“That was… weird,” He says to himself. 

Later that night, Hitoshi drove back to their clubhouse, parking his bike outside.

“Good, you’re here,” Katsuki huffs. “Where do we start?” 

“First things first!” Mina clapped her hands together. “Denki, tell us everything you saw that day you went back to get your jacket.”

“Well, first I woke up and saw my feet, they were exposed and I was super cold. Then i saw my phone and-”

“Not what she means, Denki….” Kirishima let out a lighthearted laugh at his friend’s antics. 

“Describe every detail of the biker you saw, specifically,” Jirou chimed in.

“Oh, okay!” He smiled. “So he had dark hair, but I think it was dyed because I know I saw white roots! And he was really tall too! Blue eyes, if I recall correctly, but they were a really distinct blue! And his jacket, I’ve never seen that type of biker jacket before! I didn’t get a good glimpse, but it was definitely a biker jacket. I could tell by the symbol on the back, but I don’t have too good a memory of the symbol.”

“Do you think he visits the cafe often?” Sero asked.

“Probably not with the way y/n froze up,” Denki’s smile fell.

“Okay, so we know we’re looking for a tall guy with dyed black hair and blue eyes.” Jirou confirmed. “Did you see which side of the street he came from?”

“Uh, left!” Determination filled Denki’s eyes.

“So we know he was coming from… downtown, Hitoshi. Do you happen to know where Y/N lives?” Eijirou brought a thumb to his chin.

“Well, no, we never really discussed that….”

Everyone, excluding Hitoshi, let out a loud groan of frustration, Hitoshi scoffing and raising his hands in defense. 

“Hey!”

“How the hell do you not know where your own crush lives?!” Katuski barked.

“I--But--she--I don’t know! I didn’t wanna seem weird!”

“We don’t have time to chastise Hitoshi for being… well… socially inexperienced… we have other things to do!” Mina brought the group back together.

“Socially inexperienced?!” Hitoshi placed a hand over his chest. 

“Could’ve just said a loser….” Katsuki mumbled.

“ANYWAYS!” Jirou practically shouted. “We need to split up and investigate, we will regroup later and discuss what we found, maybe even ask around if needed, we’re all clear?”

They all let out their own form of affirmation, confirming the plan, then they all stood up to execute it.

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In the Treehouse

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Dad!bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,207

Summary: Bucky builds his twin girls a treehouse but it’s really fun for the whole family. 

Author’s Note: It’s Father’s Day in the states so I decided to do a little Dad!bucky idea that I’ve been sitting on since a fun convo with my friend @musicalmuffindog1410​ He is just the best! Whatever way you are celebrating or not today I’m sending you all love always! ❤❤❤Thank you all so much for reading! Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, flirty fun and some spice at the end bc it’s me ;) 

Gif not mine: Thank you bunches to @kpfun​ for this beauty :) 

“Hey doll face,” Bucky chimes as he hauls a piece of the tree house over his head to move it. “Did you bring me lunch?”

You shamelessly stare as he easily lifts the heavy pieces of wood and maneuvers them to fit the frame. He stops to check the instructions and lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“I did,” you say, nearly breathless as you hold out the sandwich. “I just have to go get your drink.”

He turns your way and smiles, letting his shirt fall and you pout. He winks and takes the plate from your hands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you against his chest.

“Thank you doll. I’m starving!” he says before kissing you.

“MOMMY! MOMMY! Where is our lunch?” Sam asks, tugging on your shirt.

Her twin sister, Sarah runs up next to her and their matching pleading looks make you laugh.

“Come on girls, we have to wash your hands then we can eat and I have to get Daddy something cold to drink,” you tell them as you usher them toward the back door.

“Yea, Daddy is all sweaty and icky,” Sam says, making a face at Sarah who giggles in response.

You can hear Bucky laughing as you walk into the house. A minute later you come back outside with a cold bottle of water and a towel.

“Here you go Buck,” you say, handing him both.

He takes a long drink of the water then sets it down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Throwing his wet shirt at you he takes the towel and dries the back of his neck before drinking more water.

“You’re a tease,” you chide, stomping off to give the girls lunch.

Bucky comes back in the house just as you’re cleaning up the dishes, his chest and back glistening with sweat. He gives you a boyish grin before kneeling down and calling the girls over.

“Guess what’s ready!” he cheers.

Sam and Sarah scream so loud your ears start ringing and grab Bucky’s hands to run outside. You follow them, watching as they dance and jump around the treehouse before going in to check it out. Their combined squeals and laughter make you smile and when Bucky’s arm slides around your shoulders you lean into him and whisper, “thank you.”

“Of course, baby doll. It wasn’t that hard to build and look how happy they are!” he says quietly, kissing the top of your head.

“Daddy, Mommy, come in!!!” the girls shout, waving to you.

You dip your head and walk into the bottom part of the house then climb up the ladder to the second floor.

“Wow. This is the best tree house ever!” you shout.

Bucky pops his head through the small opening.

“I’m not sure I fit up here,” he laughs.

“Come on Daddy, you can do it!” Sarah urges, grabbing his metal hand to help him up.

He shifts his shoulders and squeezes through, hitting his head on the roof.

“Ow,” he says, rubbing it with a sheepish look.

“Are you ok Daddy?” Sam asks, grabbing his leg.

“I’m fine baby, thank you,” he assures her. “But I think I better sit down.”

He plops himself down in the corner and stretches out his legs. They just fit and the girls climb into his lap.

“See! You fit Daddy!” Sarah says, clearly impressed with herself.

Bucky smiles and pulls them closer, motioning for you to come join them. You crawl over and prop yourself next to him, the four of you huddled in the corner and enjoying the view of the yard.

“Best treehouse ever,” Sam says with a happy sigh. “Did anyone bring cookies?”

That makes you all laugh and Sam sticks out her bottom lip. “We need cookies!”

Later that night you give the girls their bath and get them ready for bed, all the while wondering where Bucky went off to. You call for him down the hallway, the girls yelling in unison that it’s time for their bedtime story.

He comes rushing in, wearing the same mischievous grin from earlier and settles down with the girls. With one under each arm, he reads them their bedtime story before tucking them in and kissing them goodnight.

Once he’s sure they are asleep he finds you in the kitchen, sliding up behind you and covering your eyes with his hands.

“Hey baby girl. I have a surprise for you,” he whispers.

You giggle and grab hold of his wrists, whining, “show me! Show me!”

“Ok, but you have to promise to keep your eyes closed,” he says.

“I will,” you promise, holding tightly to his hand as he leads you outside.

You feel the grass brush against your toes but keep your eyes squeezed shut until Bucky stops walking and says, “open them.”

When you do you let out a small gasp. The treehouse is lit up with strings of fairy lights and you can see a blanket and pillows sticking out at the top.

“Oh Bucky! They girls are going to love this!!!” you tell him, moving closer to look.

“It’s not for the girls,” he says, “or at least not now.”

You turn and give him a questioning look.

“I thought maybe you and I could spend some time up there tonight,” he explains.

With a wide smile you duck and go in the door, climbing the ladder to the second floor and squealing when you see the plate of cookies and other treats.

“Oh Bucky! It’s perfect! Come on!” you tell him, giggling as you watch him squeeze his way in.

He sits in the same spot as earlier, now adorned with a fluffy blanket and some pillows and holds out his arms. You sit between his legs and grab a cookie, taking a bite before holding it up to his lips. He eats the rest of it in one giant gulp then grabs your wrist so he can hold your hand in place and lick each finger clean of crumbs.

You turn in his arms and kiss his lips, tasting the chocolate.

“Yummy,” you whisper when you pull away.  

He pulls you up so you’re straddling his waist, his fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt.

“Want to know what I’ve been thinking about all day,” you breathe out, biting your bottom lip when he skims his fingers higher.

“What baby girl?” he murmurs as his hands wander over your skin.

“You. Shirtless and sweaty…” you say, trailing off when his fingers brush the swell of your breast.

He hums and curls one hand behind your neck, dragging you down to his lips.

“Anything else?” he asks when he pulls away to catch his breath.

You ghost your fingers up his chest and curl them around the chain of his dog tags.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start, toying with the metal as you pretend to think it over with a sly smile.

“Well, what do you say we finish off these cookies then I’ll take you to bed and you can show me,” he simpers, brushing his lips over your collarbone.

“That sounds like the best idea ever,” you answer.

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hiii i love your blog it's amazing could i request vulnerable garou headcanons? like him and his s/o joking, or watching steven universe or adventure time or any cartoon or playing card games or cuddling just fluffy stuff together and garou just showing his vulnerable side to the reader?

AA TYYY 💞💓💗 also OMG YES I watched all those shows when I was smaller and I absolutely adored them arghshs and just basic innocent fluff is so precious 😭💕 thank you for the super sweet request!!

More fluff hcs (Garou x Reader)

-he’s a softie at heart, so fluffy stuff is a big yes (wouldn’t say it though)

-The fact you’re his s/o shows just how close and special you are to him, you’re that one person he can truly be himself with and of course that extends to the relationship

-Joking, messing around, cuddling and bonding in any way are things he truly loves experiencing with you

-Sure, as I said he isn’t the type to say such things out loud and he can sometimes struggle with expressing it, but still loves every second of your time together

-After all he’s still getting used to being ‘vulnerable’ and open, he needs time

-Honestly watching cartoons (especially ones from his childhood too) would be so soothingly fun to both of you

-One moment he can be slandering some main character for bad design and development, and the next he’s commenting on all the better possibilities the villain could’ve took to beat up the hero

-In any case it’s rather comical and amusing to listen to

-Ramblings and random convos with him are>>>

-Cute when he really gets passionate about a subject and his eyes just ✨ glisten ✨

-And if you really listen to him and share your thoughts on the topic he’ll be even happier

-Jokes and goofing around all the time

-Plus you have tons of inside jokes no one else gets (which makes them even more fun)

-When it comes to games (be it video games or just board/card games) beware because even if he isn’t familiar with one of them, he’s such a fast learner you’ll have difficulty beating him at it the second time

-So don’t waste your chance on joking around and teasing him if he were to lose, because next time it’ll probably be a different scenario

-Sometimes he gets so annoyed it’s actually adorable

-And when he starts winning the same games expect a truckload of teasing and witty comebacks because he definitely wants to get his revenge

-It goes without saying that cuddling is on the daily, even just a little

-Be it one of you casually resting your head on one’s shoulder, or lying on his chest while you play with his hair; it’s all delightful

-Casual, fluffy intimacy is quite common

-Personally loves head scratches, when you play with his hair (will pretend to be annoyed at times), when you nuzzle next to him, neck kisses (usually gives), eating together, going to parks (preferably more abandoned ones just because), watching you do your favorite things, watching movies/shows/cartoons together and list goes on

-Never thought he’d get to enjoy those things with someone, and the fact it all came so naturally is rather blissful

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Woodland Adventures

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader

Summary: Santiago and Reader go on a camping trip to relax after everything that happened in South America.

A/N: Hey! This is my thirteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!!!!!!! This is my first fic I’ve ever written for Santiago so I’m kinda excited 😆 he’s one of my favorites and it’s taken me a while to figure out what I wanted to write for him. I actually had this finished for a while and then there was a convo I had that made me change it because of that video of Oscar licking a knife- so I changed it lol 😂@writefightandflightclub I just couldn’t help myself 🙈 Feel free to drop me an ask about anything here!! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of Santi struggling with PTSD, Smut, Dom!Santiago, Size kink, Knife kink, Masturbation, Unprotected sex, Outdoor sex

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4k

Everyone had their own ways of finding an outlet to escape to whenever times were tough, and even when they were good. Some would rather stay at home to curl up to watch television or read a book. Santiago had other ways of escaping, ones that were a bit more taxing and long.

He had dragged you out into the middle of nowhere to go camping in the woods. He had told you many times before that this was his favorite way to relax, saying that the fresh air breathed life back into his lungs. You weren’t going to complain though, after what had happened in South America you knew he needed it. You couldn’t deny that the scenery was gorgeous and he was right, the fresh air did make you feel like you could finally breathe again.

Santiago however, had been trying to test your ability to breathe this entire trip. Every morning he’d choose a different area of path in these woods to hike through, which would inevitably exhaust you. You weren’t necessarily surprised that your boyfriend, a veteran, was in much better shape than you. He still had to keep himself in somewhat great shape because of his current job working in private security.

Despite knowing all of that, you couldn’t help but bellyache and moan after a certain point each day, when your knees ache too much to go any further. You also preferred basking in the sweeping scenery that encompassed everywhere around you rather than walking right through it. It sounded like heaven to just stop and stare at the world around you, but this trip was for Santiago so you tried to not get him to stop unless you were exhausted. You’d ask on the next trip to sightsee more, you at least got to watch the sunrise and the morning dew get to form before you went out each day. And, you wanted to help Santiago in any possible way that you could, even if it did test your physical limits.

Today in particular was testing those limits, your forehead glistening with sweat that had begun to drip down the rest of your face. You kept trying to wipe the beads of sweat with a rag and force your knees to go just a touch further. When your knees began to buckle under the weight of the backpack, even with the light load, you knew you couldn’t go any further without potentially dropping to the ground.

It pained you to ask, as you had done this everyday you had gone out, but you absolutely could not go any further. Your energy was completely shot, not even your consideration for Santiago’s penchant for hiking could force you to take another step, “Santiago? C-can we go back? I’m not feeling good…”

Your words must have made him even more concerned than any time before as he had shot to your side immediately to help prop you up. You opened your mouth to say something else, but he quickly cut you off, “You don’t need to say anything else cariño, I’m taking you back to our tent.”

Somehow even though you both had taken the same exhausting path to get to this spot in the woods, Santiago still had enough energy to pick you up. He tapped your thigh twice, like he did whenever he asked you to jump to wrap your legs around his waist, which on a normal day happens when you want him to exhaust you. Almost immediately after you had jumped and he had you in his arms your eyes began to droop close out of sheer exhaustion.

——

When your eyes blinked open you groaned, then you moved a hand over your eyes to block out the sun that had peeked through the tent. Confusion was your next thought, wondering how you had gotten back to your tent and onto the cot to sleep. Santiago must have carried you all the way back to your tent and tucked you in so you could sleep. You slowly sat up with a groan, you were sore but now much more energetic as you must have gotten a few good hours of sleep.

Traipsing out of the tent you looked around the small camp you had both set up to find Santiago. When you turned your head to the right you found him, sitting on the ground sharpening small sticks with a hunting knife, most likely out of boredom. He must have felt his eyes on you as his head snapped up quickly, searching for whoever had been looking at him. He flashed you a small smile when he realized that it was only you, his hypervigilance had gotten worse again after coming back, along with his nightmares. But, seeing you and being with you made it all seem better.

You went over to sit next to him, your own back now to the same tree. He went back to work on the sticks he had been mindlessly sharpening, though this time he wasn’t silent as he now had company, “You had me worried for a while cariño, thought I had worn you out too much.”

“Nah- I was fine.” You joked to try to help lighten the mood and the unnecessary guilt he was feeling. He didn’t have an answer to your joke, just continuing to peel the bark of the sticks with the sharp metal. Turning to face him more you leaned forward to press a small kiss on his cheeks that were scratchy from his light stubble. You frowned a little when you still got no answer and decided to cup his face in your hands so he’d have to stop what he was doing to listen to you, “I’m fine, I promise. I was just tired- you did nothing wrong baby.”

He nodded his head in confirmation, his eyes slightly glistening because of the unnecessary guilt he was trying to let go. You then leaned forward to press another soft kiss on his forehead, mutual understanding now flowing in between you both without having to say it out loud. You didn’t know exactly what he was going through, some of the details were kept from you, but you’d be here with him through it all.

After you had both let yourselves be silent for a while, you spoke up and changed the course of the conversation, “What are you doing with those sticks?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just passing the time.”

“You could’ve hiked some more while I slept you know.”

What he said next made your heart swell and almost break, “I know, I wanted to make sure you were safe.” You knew he was trying his best after a horrible situation that had left him in pieces.

“Thank you, Santi. You always take good care of me, just remember I’m not fragile.” You did appreciate the gesture, only adding the last part at the end as a reminder. You pressed one last chaste kiss to his face in thanks, this time to his nose, before going back to your original position against the tree. He looked like he wanted to perhaps argue with you, but decided to accept your gratitude.

Santiago was soon testing your breathing in a different way than before, arousal creeping up inside of you as you watched him go back to destroying the sticks with his knife. Sometimes the way he did things reminded you of how strong he was, how easily it could be for him to break you. He cared about you so much to not want to break you, but you wanted to put your trust in him so he could hurt you in a way that felt good.

You wriggled a bit, causing Santi to look over at you for a second before going back to what he was doing. This was going to be the death of you, you were already soaking through your panties and soon it would be your shorts too. Deciding to test the waters once you were too turned on to ignore you snuck one of your hands down your shorts, discreetly unbuttoning them so you could continue to watch.

At first you just rubbed small circles into your clit to try to satiate some of the arousal coursing through your veins. It made some pleasure spark through you, biting your lip to make sure you didn’t make any noise. When you slipped your fingers to curl inside you was when it started to feel really good, pushing you close to an orgasm while you curled them upwards.

Your eyes slipped closed after a while of you staring at his hands while you played with yourself. You started to fantasize what Santiago might do to you with those hands, maybe he’d wrap them around your neck while he fucked you. An orgasm was fast approaching you, that was until you were cut off by Santiago speaking, “What are you doing?”

When you froze because of being caught your release that you had been close to achieving then abated. You answered in the most innocent voice you could muster up, “Nothing.”

“Get up and strip.” His tone told you that there was no room for you to argue, not that you really wanted him to anyway. Quickly you shucked off all your clothes, while Santiago stood up as well. All Santiago did was free his now hard cock from his cargo pants, not bothering to strip off any of his own clothes.

When you turned around to face him he instead grabbed hold of your shoulders, making you face the tree. Another order was then barked at you, “Bend over.”

You scrambled to bend over, only getting a few seconds to get comfortable in the position before he notched his cock at your entrance and began to sink inside you. Your walls stretched around his thick length as they always did because of how girth he was, but you were wet enough already that it was easier than usual.

His pace was rougher than usual once he worked himself all the way inside you. You weren’t going to question or complain though. It was exactly what you wanted, what you needed, and again you bit your lip hard to try to contain your moans.

“Don’t you dare hold back those pretty noises, Princesa, no one’s around to hear them.” Almost immediately you let out a moan that was so loud it might have bounced off the trees and echoed. He was right, if no one was around to hear it, the only people that would know how unrestrained you were letting your loud noises be, were you and Santi.

The bark bit into my hands harder as you gripped my fingers harder into the tree to try to keep yourself propped up. Everytime he thrusted into you, your eyes were tempted to roll back into your head. You tried to fight that urge because you couldn’t help but want to keep them fixed right on the hand that Santi was using as leverage for each of his deep thrusts inside you. In his hand he still held tight the hunting knife that he had been using.

You felt filthy being turned on by how he could do anything to you with that knife while you were small underneath him. Each time the front of his thighs hit the back of yours, his grip on your hip, and the one on the knife would get stronger. The veins in his hands became more prominent each time he strengthened his grip, making you think about what else he could do with his hands, and the knife. Your knees started to buckle when his cock brushed up against your sweet spot inside of you, but you kept your gaze strong.

Santi must have noticed at some point where you were looking, seeing what you couldn’t take your eyes off of. You figured out that he had noticed when he suddenly pulled out of you, turning you around roughly before speaking gruffly, “Did you like watching me with the knife? Hmm?”

You whimpered and nodded your head, admitting wordlessly your filthy desires. You already had felt small underneath him earlier while he took you from behind, but when he tapped your hip twice to signal you to jump you felt minuscule with his body crushing yours against the tree. The bark was now biting into all the skin on your back, though the slight stinging pain you felt was ignored when he sunk back inside you. This time he wasted no time in building up his pace, slamming his hips into yours with brutal efficiency.

You had almost forgotten about the knife that was still being held in one of his hands, until he brought it up back into your line of sight. Again, it was hard to keep your eyes focused on him as his cock railed into you, building your orgasm behind the scenes. Though, when he slowed his pace for a second so he could drag his tongue across the blade your drooping eyes snapped open, wide with astonishment. He then threw it to the side, landing somewhere in the pile of sticks he had cut apart and picked up his pace again.

“Can’t believe you trust me enough to have that knife so close to you.” He breathlessly spoke in disbelief, making you let out a moan which he again had no intentions of stifling, “Yeah, that’s right, moan while I use, Princesa.”

It wasn’t long before both of your releases hit hard. You tried to writhe and wriggle underneath him, but he had you trapped underneath him as he filled you. His broad shoulders did most of the work to pin you down as he finished letting you both ride out your highs.

When he began whispering sweet words into your neck laced with some obvious sadness, you were worried he might feel guilty for using the knife. He often treated you like glass, afraid to handle it roughly in case it shattered because of him. So, just to banish those thoughts swiftly you cupped his cheeks again after he had let you down, then giving him a similar reassurance as before, “I’m fine, I promise. I wanted you to do that. I promise I had a good time Santi.”

He ducked his head a little at your words, probably out of embarrassment that you had caught his guilty feelings swirling again. Mirroring his previous actions he nodded his head in confirmation, then wrapping his arms around you in an all encompassing hug. You whispered your own sweet words into his neck for a bit, without sadness, until you pulled him back in the direction of your tent, “Come on, let me clean up and then we can try to sleep. I’m tired, you wore me out again.”

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