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ananglishliker · 5 months

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A further step with Anglish

Folk like Anglish for it doesn't brook the borrowed words, for it is a lutterer English. But there's something that unformithely comes along when swaping out ellandish words with those from the same tongue kinfolk: foroldness.

And this seems to be something Anglish-followers like, for I found an almost fulwrought foroldening of English staffcraft. And I'm not going to hide that I'm one of those who like foroldening, and that I liked to know about this deeper back-to-the-roots.

I'll be talking about was changed in this forolder Anglish here. I'll be reckoning the links to a more throughgone writ in the end of this writing.

Staffrow

Only two bookstaffs are eked: Ƿƿ (/w/) and Þþ (/θ/, /ð/). Yes, it's not that gripping, but things truly get started with the switches!

⟨c⟩ as /s/ > s (cinder > sinder)

⟨ch⟩ & ⟨tch⟩ as /tʃ/ > c/ce (chin > cin/choke > ceoke)

⟨dge⟩ as /dʒ/ > dg (bridge >A curious mind is a terrible curse bridg)

⟨gh⟩ as yoreloreish [x~ɣ] > g (high > hig/night > nigt)

⟨ie⟩ as /i/ > ee (field > feeld)

⟨le⟩ as /əl/ > el (neetle > neetel)

⟨o⟩ as /ʌ/ > u (son > sun/some > sum)

⟨ou⟩ & ⟨ow⟩ as /aʊ/ > u/ue/uCe (hound > hund/sow > sue/loud > lude)

⟨ough⟩ as /aʊ/ & /ʌf/ > uge (plough > pluge/tough > tuge)

⟨qu⟩ as /kw/ > cƿ (queen > cƿeen)

⟨sc⟩ as /sk/ > sk (score > skore)

⟨sh⟩ as /ʃ/ > sc (ship > scip)

⟨th⟩ as /θ/ or /ð/ > þ (the > þe)

⟨u⟩ as yoreloreish /ju/ > eƿ (hue > heƿ)

⟨u⟩ as /ɜ/ > e/i (bury > berry/burden > berden)

v as /v/ > f (leave > leaf/over > ofer)

w > ƿ (water > ƿater)

⟨wh⟩ as yoreloreish /hw/ > hƿ (whelp hƿelp)

y as /j/ > g/ge (yes > ges/yore > geore)

⟨z⟩ as /z/ > s (graze > grase/fizzy > fisy)

Retchings for why it was switched to that in the link reckoning below.

Can you already see the forolderlooking from this? Here's a wordset I'll be brooking as forebisen:

Unforolded: The tough errand to dodge through the crowded boughs of a fern oak tree thared skill and lastingness. Forolded: Þe tuge errand to dodg þruge þe crueded buges of an fern oak tree þared skill and lastingness.

That truly pleases me and is aslaking seeing English truly looking like a Germanish tongue. I thought about writing in a more and more forolded way as I reckon the changes, but, for the sake of a flowsome reading for the reader, I'll leave this list aside, but, if you'd like to read wordsets looking as such, there are sere in the from leaf at the end of this upload.

This switching might be enough for some, but there are those, like me, who would like to go even further and see, too, a forolded speechcraft.

Theedness and some throughnesses

Before we get started with theedness, we understandendly will be brooking the forename "thou". A forolded theedness may be known for all, since it can be outlined through the twoth and the third atell:

Twoth: anward > -est; forthwitten > -edst

Third: anward > -eth

And that's all, hence you can make any wordset:

"The man giveth the boy a book"

"A woman walketh through the woods"

Underyet: there are some sunderly shapes: doth (does, spoke /dʌθ/), hath (has), saith (says, spoke /sɛθ/).

Asking

To make asks, we will leave out the ask markers "do" and "does". Instead, we'll put the tideword in the beginning of the wordset, as one does in Deutsch:

Does he know the answer? > Knoweth he the answer?

Where do you live? > Where livest thou?

Ofolder and chirten.

Naying

Also in naying wordsets "do" and "does" swind. Instead, we use "not" after the main tideword:

I know not.

He came not.

With wrayingly, the ea is putting "not" after a wrayingly forename, but before a meanname:

I love him not.

I have not the book.

If the wordset has a underwordset, "not" will be right before the latter:

The king thought not that he was in any danger.

Byings and kins

Here is the knottiest thing to learn, though not the hardest - you'll only need some time. Byings and kins are a widegale ken, which, for me at least, is the most gripping thing in speechcraft, for it's where the tongue shapechanges the most.

The first thing we need to know is that English wonted to have kins: werely, wifely and neither. And byings: nemmeningly, wrayingly, streeningly and forgivendly. And it turns out not only the meannames, but also the beckoningly forenames, lithwords and ekends had their own kin and bying bendings. Although Anglish doesn't brook the forgivendly bying.

Unheeding the thoughts of how these bendings would have grew and going right to the retching way English would look like today, we have:

Markoff lithword

Unmarkoff lithword

Ekends

But ekends are not that ofold though. It's said the strong-weak shed would have likely been kept. So ekends can be either strong or weak, and their bending changes for it. Although we can overlook the weak one and brook the strong one only, I'll be brooking both for the sake of a rawer forolding.

On the other hand, the ea to bend it is easy: weak ekends are those whose meanname is with a lithword, kithing forename or it's in streeningly; strong ekends are those that are unmarkoff. Here is the bending:

With these changes, let us take a look at what our bisen wordset looks like now:

Unforolded: The tough errand to dodge through the crowded boughs of a fern oak tree thared skill and lastingness.

Forolded: Þe tuge errand to dodg þruge þe cruededen bugen annes fernes oakes trees þared skill and lastingness.

Dealnimmends

Dealnimmends are like the ekends, and as such they would be bended with the same endings, if there were not an unbiseniness in them:

Kithing

The kithings, since they are also ekendish, also are bent:

Rimes

Believe it or not, rimes wonted to be bent in the past. The rimes "one, for some ground, were the only ones that are bent. Rimes are either mainly or endbirdly. And, since they can be brooked with lithword, they can also be either strong or weak. The mainly's benting is:

The endbirdly's benting is:

Ownerly forenames

And going even further, we forolden the ownerly forenames:

The shapes "mine" is now brooked before words beginning with a clepend as "a(n)". The same for "thou", which becomes "thine".

Askinglies

And, alongside with it, the askinglies are also bent!

Kinshiply

Forget we not the kinshiplies:

And since "that" and "which" have now a streeningly bying, there's no more anyet in brooking "whose" for unmanly words, so:

Þe dog hƿose oƿner is far aƿay > Þe dog þas oƿner is far aƿay In þe ƿoods þere ƿas a birdling, hƿose huse was red > In þe ƿoods þere ƿas a birdling, hƿices huse was red.

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There are still other changes that make it even more forolded, reliving raw shafts of the tongue, but I think this is enough for now. It's not like you would be wrong brooking only a stitch of the forolding anyway, since it's clearly underfangendly to not fully forolden. I shall likely make another upload on these foroldenings in the toward.

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Froms:

Staffrow: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Anglish_Alphabet

Theedness: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Archaic_grammar

Byings and kins: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Archaic_case_%26_gender

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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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A jealous scenario with Kyo. Sen is just so cute & precious that you can’t help but baby him. The pillars joke to Kyo “Ooo... you got competition!” 😂 thank you keep it up

Oooh this was cute, bby. Hope you like it! 😌❤️‍🔥

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Competition (Fluff, SFW Scenario)

Note: This will be set during the Pillar Training Arc, where Kyō will be alive and well enough to take part in it.

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Days off were extremely rare for the lower ranking slayers attending the Hashira training camps, and it was even rarer for all the Hashira whom were conducting all the training. And when they did all have mercy on their subordinates, they all gathered together to train with each other.

After all, they were all humble enough to realize that their own techniques still needed to be honed. And what better way to get critique than to be surrounded by other people who were better in the things that they were bad at?

So, that was how the nine Hashira found themselves gathered together at the Rengoku estate; all taking a breather after getting done with their own sparring sessions.

Shinobu, Muichiro, Gyōmei, and Mitsuri were casually sitting on the engawa to recuperate in the shade, while the rest— Sanemi, Giyuu, Uzui, and Kyōjurō— all laid on the ground. They were all so breathless, and all so tired, but still held smiles on their faces.

Save for Giyuu, as usual. But there was a lighter aura that surrounded him, which had the others making an effort to include them within their fold.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, (Y/n) and Senjurō were busy trying to finish up plating all of the snacks that they had prepared for the afternoon.

“So how does it feel to be a married man, Rengoku?” Uzui asked with a teasing grin, which Kyōjurō easily returned with an enthusiastic one.

“It’s great! Better than I could have ever imagined! And my wife’s the best; just last night she made my favorite!” The blond practically bellowed, before tacking it off with a boisterous laugh that had the other men around him wincing a little at how loud he was.

However, the moment that the shoji slid open to reveal both (Y/n) and Senjurō, all the men’s eyes turned towards them both. Most looking at the snacks they had, and Kyōjurō looking right at his wife for the sole reason of admiring her beauty.

He even had to muffle a contented and smitten sigh; which must have failed, since he caught Uzui and Sanemi scoffing at his lovestruck reaction.

“I can see why you’re so smitten with her,” Sanemi began gruffly, which Uzui took as his cue to add on to the building fire that was guaranteed to mess with the Flame Hashira.

“But you might have some competition right there; not as her husband, but the cutest thing to her.”

Kyōjurō’s eyebrows furrowed at the Sound Hashira’s words, eyes briefly darting over to him and seeing him subtly nod his head back towards (Y/n).

So, he turned his attention to her and had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from making a horrified expression. Since she and Senjurō were giving the other Hashira their snacks, and she had reached over to cup Senjurō’s cheek before pinching it slightly.

And, much to his jealousy, she even said, “You’re the cutest, Senjurō. Such a sweet boy.”

Those particular lines had Sanemi and Uzui internally laughing, especially when they saw the ill-concealed jealousy on the blond’s face.

“You might be her husband, but you’re not cute to her. A travesty, really.” Uzui stretched the teasing out, even making a show of shaking his head right at Kyōjurō.

“No. I’m the cutest to my wife.” The blond muttered under his breath; his expression going from bothered to pouting, which just looked plain out childish on him.

Especially since he was only feeding right into Sanemi’s and Uzui’s teasing. All the while, Giyuu was only focused on the tray of food and drinks that Senjurō was bringing over to them.

“Thank you, Senjurō, but where’s (Y/n) going?” Kyōjurō asked— clearly confused by his wife going back into the house. “Is there anything she needs help with?”

“Nee-san just had to get some more sugar for our tea, and she said that you’re all welcome to join us on the engawa, ani-ue.” The younger Rengoku chirped, looking almost too adorable.

And it made the jealousy inside Kyōjurō flare up even more; since he wanted to be the only one that his wife loved the most— no matter if it was so childish of him.

Still, he wanted to save face in front of all the other Hashira; so he stayed put where he was and thanked Senjurō for the snacks and tea. All the while, he kept glancing up to sneak peeks over at his wife and his younger brother joking around and being so cute together.

So, the jealousy within him turned up even more— up to a palpable amount that even Giyuu was interested in how Uzui’s and Sanemi’s goading from earlier would pan out.

“Looks like you have some competition, Rengoku,” Sanemi stated with a slight smile; merely expecting the other Hashira to brush his teasing remark off.

Nobody expected Kyōjurō to practically shove his half-eaten rice ball at Uzui, before getting up and marching towards his wife.

“Oh, Kyō, would you like to join us?” (Y/n) asked with that breathtaking smile of hers, making the Flame Hashira momentarily dumbstruck. Before he plopped himself down next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Of course it made (Y/n)’s face burn red with embarrassment— as she was surrounded by all the high ranking members of the Slayer Corps; and there was her husband, acting so adorably possessive.

Especially when he bit down on her clothed shoulder, before mouthing, “Mine.”

“I... uh... yes, Kyō. I’m yours.”

“And I’m the cutest.” The blond huffed under his breath, which had (Y/n) holding back a flustered and confused giggle. Still, she raised her free hand up and used it to cup her husband’s cheek.

“Yes, Kyō. You’re the cutest.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Now, what brought this on?”

“Nothing. I just want to be the cutest for you, because you’re the cutest for me.” That statement alone was enough to make (Y/n) want to melt. Thankfully, that wasn’t physically possible; especially when Kyōjurō nipped at her shoulder once more. “Mine.”

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magicpotatoobsession · 2 years

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GIVEN | The REAL reason as to why the band name was decided so quickly

So everyone knows this scene in the Given manga (Ch 13) and anime (Ep 11) right? I was like yeah a bit of a stretch but sure. And I always chalked it up to teenagers being hungry HAHAH but

I think NOW I fully understand how they decided on a band name this quickly.

S/N: OH WOW I JUST REALISED THAT AKIHIKO IS LEFT-HANDED! 😆

Look at this middle panel in Chapter 13/Ep11 where Mafuyu says,

"I got this guitar from my late boyfriend's mother....I thought it seemed like a curse at first, but somehow, I guess it was my starting point."

Ue 's face looks like "Oh shit Mafuyu's bringing up Yuki. Also what does it mean that it was a curse for him and now it's a starting point? Is he still in love with Yuki?"

Ue multiple times throughout CODE chapters mentioned that he didn't want to hear about Mafuyu's ex and previous romantic relationships. Remember, Ue in the previous chapter outrightly stated that he really was scared to hear Mafuyu sing about heartbreak and also stated that he wished Mafuyu's next song was about him. Here in this moment, Ue really doesn't like hearing about Yuki. Ue's NOT enjoying this convo. T_T

Haruki knows he fucked up back in Chapter 6 when he suggested Mafuyu to write a love song and realises now that music and Mafuyu is a lot more messy than he realised. Haruki is thinking

"OH MY GOODNESS what I suggested to Mafuyu before about writing love song must have been so triggering".

Look at Haruki's eyes in the middle panel! The poor boi looks like he's about to cry. T_T Haruki then is probably thinking

"AKIHIKO we gotta stop talking about this" but then looks over and like

"Huh!? He's so into it??!"

Akihiko already knows everything about Mafuyu has a complex relationship with music and romance because Mafuyu wrote lyrics and sang, Mafuyu has taken Akihiko's advice to put his past into words and express it (Chapter 8). Akihiko doesn't mind so Akihiko is happy to continue with the convo.

Akihiko finalises the band name

because Akihiko's is probably the best with giving genuine compliments, advice and words of validation in the Given band so no wonder that it is him that came up with the GIVEN band name.

Haruki says "sounds good" because he wants to end the conversation ASAP. Also Haruki is lowkey scared of Mafuyu because Mafuyu had that really daunting convo with him back in Chapter 6 where he said

"What if the person you loved disappeared?"

Haruki probably doesn't ever want to touch Mafuyu's landmine again lol

Ue, ABSOLUTELY doesn't want to hear anymore about Yuki, Mafuyu's ex, and tries to push for everyone to eat.

Mafuyu's "like what? That's it?!" Mafuyu understands the consequences of words so he's so shocked at how quickly they decided on a band name.

Mafuyu's "let down" is so SO CUTE AWWW

Akihiko's "We did the same last time" at first I thought is him agreeing and saying that they decided their previous band name really quickly as well. Initially I assumed Akihiko's inner monologue to go like yeah cool, Ue and Haruki are fine with it, I'm hungry so yeah Given sounds great.

BUT BUT BUT...

If we really think about it, that's really odd! Because if THE SEASONS, their old name was decided this quickly and we literally just learnt that THE SEASONS was already used by another artist at the start of this scene, shouldn't they all be more cautious deciding on "GIVEN"? Shouldn't they do a bit more research to check if other artists/bands share the name????

And then it dawned on me that Akihiko also tries to end the conversation because Akihiko's INCREDIBLY perceptive so he got a sense that Haruki and Ue do not want to keep talking about this. He's thinking, "yeahhhhh ok, I guess we'll end the conversation, soz Mafuyu."

Ue actually gets a bit insecure and sort of slightly over-justifies as to why they quickly decided on a name. He tries to make other band names sound worse (yes there are a few bands with weird names) but I think Ue's main goal is to stop Mafuyu from trying to pursue the convo further.

Mafuyu continues to feel "let down" AWW BABYYYYYYY

Last panel shows that without Haruki, literally nothing admin and marketing related in the Given band would ever get done.😂

🙏BLESS HARUKI🙏

So yeah, that's why the name was decided so quickly.

Haruki finds out that it's a triggering subject and may be a little scared of Mafuyu.

Ue does not want to hear about Yuki at all anymore.

Akihiko ends the convo because he realises that it's triggering for Ue and Haruki (very considerate, Akihiko!) but yeah, poor Mafuyu.....

basically, no one wants to continue this conversation with Mafuyu. 😭😭😭

WAIT WAIT HOLD OOONNNN...... is that why Mafuyu starts to hang out with Akihiko a lot more from here onwards?

Because Mafuyu senses that Akihiko is the only one who is comfortable with him talking about his past?! 🤯

Remember Mafuyu is incredibly perceptive! Mafuyu first senses that Akihiko is ok to continue the convo but the moment Ue and Haruki try to end the convo, Akihiko also switches his disposition to want to end the convo. Then, Mafuyu confirms his suspicions:

Ue doesn't like it when he brings up his ex!

Ue literally kissed him offstage

Ue visited him while he was sick

CONCLUSION: Ue likes him

Which is why in the same chapter (ch 13) after the lunch and band duties, Mafuyu then confesses to Ue!

Mafuyu is so considerate

Remember Chapter 6 when Mafuyu was trying to tell Ue about Yuki and Ue was awake but didn't answer because he was feeling peak jealousy? I had always thought that Mafuyu didn't want to open up to Ue, but it was actually

Ue who made Mafuyu feel like he couldn't open up to him! 😱😱😱

He is being considerate because he understands that no one likes to hear their crush talking about past relationships! So Mafuyu tries to suppress discussing his trauma as much as possible around Ue. Mafuyu is really cautious around words so I'm sure he places extra pressure on himself to never let Yuki slip out because he is scared to potentially ruin the Mafuyama relationship by talking about Yuki.

You see, it's all those little times in the beginning where Ue made it obvious that he didn't like it when Mafuyu brought up Yuki so therefore Mafuyu hesitates to try and process his trauma with Ue in the manga. In fact, Mafuyu as of right now, only feels comfortable processing his trauma with Akihiko, as shown in Chapter 37.

The change in Ue's disposition

Ch 14-17 - Ue notices Mafuyu hanging out more with Akihiko. After a slight blow-up at Mafuyu in Chapter 18, Ue realises his mistake and that he did not communicate properly.

"From now on, involve me in the music composition process."

This is Ue's direct invitation for Mafuyu to open up to him, for Mafuyu to share his trauma and vulnerable space, even when things are not perfect. Ue is ready to emotionally open himself up to Mafuyu. Ue in this moment has decided to change and become completely vulnerable with Mafuyu.

Ok let's retrace Mafuyu's expression journey:

Mafuyu afraid to make any sound -> Ue said "Sing for me" -> Mafuyu sang

Mafuyu afraid to sing his lyrics -> Ue said "I'm also bad at putting things into words" -> Mafuyu has the courage to actually sing the lyrics he's written in front of everyone at the first live.

Mafuyu desperately trying to be on par with Ue by learning from the best (Akihiko) -> Ue said "involve me in the music composition process" -> Mafuyu involves him.

But the thing is Mafuyu is still afraid of the consequences of words. I honestly believe that Mafuyu MISINTERPRETED Ue in Ch18, thinking that Ue only wants him to work on the chords and instrumentals of the song together while for Ue, it was a direct invitation for Mafuyu to open up to him. In Chapter 19 when they are working on the CAC song together,

Mafuyu trails off talking about the contents of the song, driving Ue nuts. Mafuyu is being too considerate because in Chapter 23, it's not healthy for Mafuyu to suppress his Yuki trauma and at times, it unfortunately slips out and further amplifies Ue's fears about their relationship.

I know for a fact that Ue's disposition changed because the dialogue between Ue and Mafuyu goes: Mafuyu: "I'm sorry I said something strange!"

Ue: "No that's not it! I don't know much about your past, but when I'm with you, don't make a face like you're about to cry all by yourself!"

Ue's expresses a lot of his feelings and intentions metaphorically through music. Ue started to understand in Chapter 18 that loving someone means that you have to shoulder that person's past, present and future. Ue is trying his best in the latest chapters by being involved in Mafuyu's past and childhood friends.

Chapter 23 is a direct FOIL of Chapter 6.

Both times Ue is "sleeping" while Mafuyu is plagued with thoughts of Yuki. But Chapter 6, Ue made Mafuyu feel like he couldn't open up to him by pretending to be asleep while here, Ue now wants to be let in, wakes up and prioritises in comforting Mafuyu seeing how vulnerable Mafuyu is.

S/N: THE MAFUYAMA IN THE GIVEN OVA IS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT FROM THE MANGA, THIS META IS REFERRING TO THE MANGA NARRATIVE BUT I INCLUDED GIFS FROM THE OVA THAT WERE COMPATIBLE.

Unfortunately, Mafuyu doesn't involve Ue in the CAC song lyrics. But this is all out of his

RESPECT AND ADMIRATION FOR UE!

Mafuyu here acts alot like Yuki, he respects Ue so much and wants to bring "perfect" lyrics to Ue. Actually, I want to talk about how fascinating this is. He wants to

impress Ue

express his feelings definitively and not say things he doesn't mean in order to avoid past mistakes.

Mafuyu calling Ue

"Uenoyama-kun."

Previously I said that it's because Mafuyu was holding an emotional distance because calling him Ritsuka would be too personal, I still stand by that statement. But it's also that Mafuyu actually holds so much respect for Ue for his musical talent and his kindness. He finds calling him by his first name is too casual. He feels like until he is on par with Ue's musical abilities, it might not be appropriate to call him Ritsuka.

This is really evident in Chapter 26, Mafuyu literally calls Ue

"Yes Sir"

and Ue replies with

"Why so polite?"

So the emotional distance that Mafuyu has set between Ue and himself is actually completely out of respect.

BUT FROM UE'S PERSPECTIVE,

we have Mafuyu telling Ue just how nervous he is wondering if he'll be able to express himself properly and if he'll be able to be understood. Ue feels like he just opened himself up to Mafuyu by sharing his compositional process with Mafuyu, he provided comfort and validation when Mafuyu is feeling nervous by hugging him and saying

"You're the Coolest"

while forgoing his own needs, without being reciprocated with Mafuyu's own creative journey. He hasn't been included in Mafuyu's lyrics process at all. But Mafuyu didn't do that intentionally because Mafuyu holds Ue with such high regard.

Unfortunately, all of this leads to Ue feeling like he can't get close to Mafuyu.

Ue feels like he's at his wits end being excluded from the lyrics (Ch29/Code Ex_2) and when the SYH opportunity came up, he couldn't help but try and understand Mafuyu more.

But turning to SYH triggered Mafuyu's abandonment issues

Mafuyu then misinterpreted Ue getting involved with SYH as Ue drifting further away

But it's quite the opposite because Ue wants to get closer to Mafuyu!

So why did I write about this?

I wanted to illustrate just how complex the dynamics of Mafuyama actually is. Kizu is not dragging out melodrama, all of this is so intricately woven and planned out since the beginning. Uenoyama is not perfect, Mafuyu is not perfect but they clearly love each other so much.

A relationship consists of two flawed individuals who love each other enough to consistently adjust to each other's rhythms.

Ue is trying to redeem himself to earn the trust of not only Mafuyu but Mafuyu's childhood friends. Mafuyu's trying so goddamn hard to not hurt himself and repeat past mistakes with Ue. It's never as simple as "The bois just needs to talk." If I were to put myself in their shoes, I honestly think that all their actions and intentions are completely justified.

Observing Mafuyama trying to play in sync is what makes Given a masterpiece like no other.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Sleep-Talking

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by: 2 anons (I combined the requests bc they basically asked for the same thing :))

Gif creds to owner

Warnings: daddy kink, rough sex, squirting

As Fred’s eyes fluttered open, he smiled softly. You were snuggled into his side, your leg slung over his thigh, head tucked into his chest. He hadn’t noticed you sneaking into his dorm in the middle of the night, and he really wasn’t complaining.

Smiling contentedly and only hearing the soft breathing of you and the snoring of his twin (it was the Christmas holidays, and you were the only ones in his dorm) he was about to nod back off for a good old lie-in when he heard-

“Hmmm... Fred... daddy...”

His eyebrows shot straight up into his ginger hair as he looked down at you. To top off your soft whimpers which were slightly muffled by his jumper, you had began grinding on his thighs, and he felt his cock twitching with interest as he felt your wetness soaking through his pyjama pants. He certainly hadn’t heard that one before...

You moaned softly and shuddered with your climax, eyes opening slowly as you woke, quickly becoming flustered as you saw Fred’s smirk.

“I think, dear Yn... that you ought to meet Daddy in the room of requirement after lunch, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered, biting your lip.

“Good girl. I’m going for a shower. No touching.”

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The few hours you had to wait until after lunch stretched out for an almost unbearably long time. When you finally saw Fred again (for he had been getting up to no good with George and Lee Jordan) you were practically humming with energy, very excited to see what he had in store for you.

But Fred didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to finish his meal, occasionally chatting across the table, taking a second portion of this and that. You rubbed your foot along his calf gently, hoping to catch his attention, but he didn’t seem too bothered that you were rubbing your thighs together. When he finally cleared his plate, he guided you upstairs to the room og requiremebt, not saying a word until you were inside.

“So, daddy, huh?” He grinned. “How do you want to play this, YN?” He asked, backing you into a wall.

“I...” you mumbled. “Be rough with me, Fred... s-spank my ass... degrade me a little... control me. Then after I need... I’d like... like for you to take care of me,”

Fred nodded and kissed your forehead. “I think I can do that darling. Usual safeword?” He asked and you nodded. “Right then. Have you been touching yourself, even when I asked you to wait?”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head quickly. But Fred arched his brows. “Are you lying to me, YN?” He asked you sternly. You gulped. “Because I’m sure I saw you rubbing those thighs together at dinner... were you trying to get some friction on your needy little clit, hmm?”

“Y-ues...” you breathed, biting your lip hard.

“Yes what, YN?”

“Yes, daddy!” You whimpered, already panting. Fred smirked and with a snap of his fingers, most of your clothes were off. You stood in front of him, in thigh high socks and small, frilly white knickers, but apart from that you were bare, your nipples pebbling from the chill. Fred smirked, tweaking them gently before cupping your cheeks.

“You’ve been rather naughty, don’t you think, Sweetheart? Lying to daddy, trying to get off... I think... I think a good spanking might do just the trick,” he mused and you let out a soft, needy whimper as he pulled you over to an armchair that the room had conjured, pushing you over his lap. “15 should do, I think, love?” He smirked, massaging the globes of your arse, squeezing them gently. “You will count, and thank me for each one, like a good girl, okay? Verbal answers, darling,”

“Y-yes, daddy, please!” You moaned out, pushing your arse up eagerly to him, letting out a cry as his hand struck your cheek. “One... thank you daddy!” You moaned, arching your back. By the tenth hit, you were kicking your legs like a brat and with the 15th ‘thank you, daddy,’ you had tears rubbing down your face, and arousal oozing down from between your thighs.

“Good girl,” Fred hummed, hoisting you upright and kissing you gently. “Took your spanking so well. Have you learned your lesson, Princess?”

“ I-I have, daddy,” you whimpered, nuzzling into his neck. “P-please, can we carry on?” you moaned, bucking your hips slightly. Fred laughed gently, easing your thighs apart.

“You asked very nicely,” he observed, slowly dipping his fingers between your soaking folds. “Hmm... do you hear that, darling? Hear how wet you are, all for daddy?” He smirked, fingering you slowly, obscene squelching noises filling the room along with your own soft moans. “I think this tight little pussy needs a good fucking, don’t you, sweetheart? Do you want daddy to fill up your little hole with his cock?”

You moaned lewdly and nodded, letting Fred guide you into your hands and knees on the simple bed. “There’s a good girl,” he grunted, holding your thighs apart as he plunged into your dripping core, moving to tighten his grip on your waist and hips, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back. You cried out as he began pounding into you and you fell forward onto your chest, arching so that your arse was pushed up to him. He planted a few firm slaps to your cheeks, admiring the jiggle as he fucked you, before reaching around to rub circles into your clit, groaning loudly as you yelped, your lusty cry filled with desire. “Please! Please, please, daddy! Please may I cum, please!” You begged, your whole body trembling. When Fred growled ‘yes’ your tight walls clamped impossibly tighter around Fred’s twitching cock, pulsing rapidly as your clit throbbed. Grunting, Fred continued to fuck you harder, and gasped out his own orgasm as your second, more intense one was rushing through your body, squirting out of you, all over the bedsheets as you collapsed forward, feeling the comforting weight of Fred laying atop you.

It took you both a moment to catch your breath, and as you came crashing down from your high, you leg out a weak, pleasured sob, nuzzling into his side. “Th-thank you, Freddie,” you whimpered, hiding your face in his chest as he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. “That was... b-better than I thought it would ever be,”

Fred smirked softly and kissed the top of your head. “Anything for you princess,” he murmured. “Accio washcloth. Just gonna clean you up a bit, darling,” he sakd softly, mopping his cum from your sensitive cunt (you let out a little moan at that) and wiping the beads of your squirt up from your thighs. “All done,” he said softly, vanishing the cloth and pulling you closer to him once more. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, you took that so well... bloody brilliant you are-“

But when he looked down, your eyes had shut and a blissed out expression was etched on your face as you slept. Fred hummed, resting his chin on your head, wondering what new kink this nap would reveal, should you start sleep-talking again.

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shoichee · 3 years

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Hi, congrats on 100!! Could I please request 27 for Kasamatsu? Thank you very much, and good luck on your finals! :D

Kasamatsu x Reader

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

Word Count: 4416

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Note: the Replace novel starring the Kaijō team was a HUGE inspiration for this, and dear anon who requested this, I hope you’re still around;; I’m sorry it took so long EEEEE But yes! I did okay on my finals anon! I hope you’re doing well too~

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Look it’ll be quick… n-no one’s here as far as I know.”

“B-But…”

“J-Just… be quiet for a s-second, okay?”

“H-H-Huh?! Ah…”

Huh? Kise stopped himself before leaning closer to the edge of the building, slightly doubting his ears. Wasn’t that Senpai’s voice? With someone else…? Alone?

“Oh come on, why are you even block the wa—oh, ohhhhhh, are there any cute girls nearby?—”

“Shh,” Kise hissed, harshly waving his hand over Moriyama’s face to give a signal to stay quiet. “Listen…”

“A-Are you done, Kasamatsu-san…?”

“I-I-I… uh, just…um…”

Kise and Moriyama shared a look of shock… then registration… and finally a look of that spelled nothing but trouble. Immediately, they both simultaneously crouched to squat and share their “realizations” together in hushed whispers.

“Quick—when was the last time Senpai talked to anyone outside of basketball?”

“Hmmmmmm, certainly none of the girls I’ve tried to approach.”

“No, that’s obviously not what I meant!” Kise said, facepalming. “Anyone in your year that he’s been talking to? Maybe anyone in class?” Moriyama continued to hum in deep concentration before he lifted his index finger in a “eureka” moment.

“He’s been talking to (y/n)-san in the hallways recently!” he quietly exclaims, pounding his fist against his open palm to emphasize. “Though their conversations have sounded nothing remotely romantic. No charm, I say.” He struck a pose after to imply that he himself was the charismatic individual.

“.... Right,” he deadpanned, expecting nothing less from his quite… eccentric upperclassman. “Welp, now that we narrowed it down who he might be talking to, I don’t wanna spy on them… but I’m really curious if it’s really this (y/n)-san you mentioned.”

“Well,” Moriyama pouted with a grumble. “One peek wouldn’t hurt.”

“I guess you’re right…”

Kise cautiously scans his surroundings and gauges the situation “clear” to slowly peer from behind the corner of the building, where both of them had been seeking shelter from for the past several minutes. Moriyama follows suit, poking his head out just underneath Kise to see.

Kasamatsu’s back mostly covered your figure, but the view of what was happening did not slip by either Kaijō players’ eyes. He had his arms partially around your head while you were pressed up against his chest. You were gripping onto his loose blazer on his sides to presumably stabilize yourself while Kasamatsu was… fiddling with something on top of your hair? Even so, there’s no denying that the both of you were currently very, very physically close.

“Look… d-does it really take that long to take out petals from hair strands?” you mumbled, looking up at Kasamatsu’s face while trying not to move your head to avoid disrupting his “handiwork.” “I can do this myself....”

“W-W-Well, you can’t risk yourself being unkempt when you go back to class.” Kasamatsu gave a poor attempt at trying to lecture you, judging from his stammers and the way he slightly turns his head to the side to avoid your curious scrutiny. “It’s more thorough this… way. It’s the w-week where these blossoms fall rampantly… you have to be careful where you’re walking under…” In turning his face slightly towards Kise’s and Moriyama’s direction, his exposed flushed face puts the cherry blossom trees around them to shame.

So that’s what he was doing. Kise narrowed his eyes in pity at his captain, and Moriyama expressed a similar expression at Kasamatsu’s struggles. The poor captain’s hands were shaking non-stop. Not only that, he’s been darting his eyes everywhere since you’ve been gazing up at him from below. No wonder he’s been standing there unable to quickly pluck off the petals.

“Should we leave our captain alone to let him lead his own destiny?”

“What are you even talking about, Moriyama-se—”

“W-Whoa!! What a(l)e you [guys doing] he(l)e? Why a(l)e you sneaking a(l)ound (r)ike that?”

Kise and Moriyama instantly whip their heads behind in a panic, seeing a curious Hayakawa jogging up to be with his teammates, and the both instantly pounce on the poor rebound player to slap desperate hands over his mouth.

“Sh-Shhhhhhhhh!”

“Mrmpgh—?!! Lef—What [is going] on?”

“Hayakawa-senpai, please—just be quiet for a sec!”

The ruckus causes Kasamatsu and you to break out of the oddly intimate moment to face towards the direction of the sudden noises. After looking at each other questionably, albeit briefly and with stiff eye contact, there was an unspoken consensus for you two to investigate behind the corner of the building. Imagine both of you guys’ surprise when you two see a tangle of limbs between the Kaijō starter players. Kobori somehow arrived prior, separating poor Hayakawa from his two assailants.

“What… What the hell are you guys doing?!”

“Kasamatsu-senpai!! Is it t(l)ue [that you] and (y/n)-san a(l)e da—mrmf—!”

“Ahaha… we didn’t expect to see you here, Senpai~” Kise smiles with a slight grimace, hand still firm on Hayakawa’s mouth.

“It must be fate, yes surely!” Moriyama confidently speaks, flipping his fringe. Both Kise and Moriyama drop Hayakawa and straighten themselves up. “How else would we encounter such a situation as unique as this?”

“Why are you all here?” Kasamatsu sputters indignantly, but everyone (except you) saw how horrendously red his face was. You peek out from behind his back curiously, noting how Kasamatsu did a 180 in his personality compared to whenever he spoke with you.

“Kasamatsu-san… are they your teammates? You seem very close with them.”

“That’s—”

“Now, now, Kasamatsu-san… we’re only here because we were concerned where you went is all,” Kobori reassures a flustered captain. Kise only stares at him incredulously, but it seems that Kasamatsu, as usual, buys into Kobori’s naivete.

“I see…”

“Wow… the fact that your entire group came to look for you is very sweet of them,” you chime. “They really care for you, Kasamatsu-san…” When you elbow him at his ribs playfully, he immediately straightened himself like a plank.

“N-Nn.”

“Well… it’s almost time for class, so I have to go, see you all!”

“W-Wait, your… uh, hair, um—”

“I can get out the rest of the petals in the restroom, but thank you for trying! I’ll see you later!”

“R-Right…” He puts up his hand in a shy wave as you dash away, but he immediately drops it once you are out of the vicinity to hound on his teammates. “Were you watching this entire time? And stop with the looks—that’s creepy as hell!”

“Sooooooo…”

“Senpai, could it be that you and…”

“Kasamatsu-senpai! I’m (l)ooting fo(l) you!”

“N-N-No!!” he denies, ready to hold an iron fist to stop their antics, but Kobori gently holds onto his raised arm.

“Alright, let’s calm down a bit,” Kobori reasons with a placid smile. “I’m sure we’re all a bit curious because you hardly talk to anyone outside of basketball, right?”

“Kobori…”

“Have you heard of the prerequisites of the key elements of the blooming spring, Kasamatsu?” Moriyama asks, immediately drawing confused looks towards the 3rd-year.

“Moriyama-senpai, we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kise says, asking the question that’s occupying everyone's mind.

“The key elements…! In the season of new birth, to enrich the experience, they are ‘hanami,’ ‘plums,’ and ‘spring cleaning!’ Of course, the prerequisite to these would be…”

“Please stop—”

“... to have a cute date.”

“... This is ridiculous,” Kasamatsu says irritatedly. “I’m going to class.” He immediately speed-walks to the adjacent building, leaving a scheming group behind.

“You know, if it’s true that he does like (y/n)-san, shouldn’t we help him? It’s the least we can do for our captain,” Kobori suggested.

“That sounds too troublesome,” Kise frowns, averting his gaze to also start to walk away, but Hayakawa immediately latches to his arm to pull him back.

“Don’t be (r)ike that! We have to do this as a team effo(l)t!”

“How did it become like this?!”

“Well…” Moriyama audibly ponders, stroking his chin. “If we make this successful for Kasamatsu, perhaps this can be a template for our own love lives! A sign that we will meet our fated ones this spring!”

“Yes, yes! Mo(l)iyama-senpai is abso(r)ute(r)y (l)ight!”

Oh god, Kise mentally sighs. What has he gotten himself into?

———

“Why are you guys surrounding me like that? Did you not hear me say that we have to change quickly? We can’t have the lockers for long today, considering that the janitor will come to do their routine clean-ups.”

“According to my online research,” Moriyama states, “this mint-scented deodorant will guarantee mutual attraction from the person you like.”

“Wha—?”

“Ignoring what Moriyama-senpai said,” Kise elaborates, scratching his head. “Is it really true that you like (y/n)-san? Otherwise, they’ll keep getting the wrong idea, senpai.”

Kasamatsu gapes like a fish, pulling his shirt collar as he starts to sweat and flush.

“Kise! Be a bit tactfu(r)! You do not unde(l)stand how to app(l)oach this!”

“What’s there to understand, Hayakawa-senpai!? It’s better to be direct about this, or otherwise we’ll be doing this for nothing!”

“Kise may be right,” Moriyama muses. “To be honest gives a feeling of a fresh start in the spring. Kasamatsu, you should follow this example and leave all the baggage behind to obtain a new start.” Kasamatsu could only stand there glued to his spot as his teammates continued to corner him, blocking any possible route to the locker exit.

“I… I…” he gulps. “Th—... that’s… I… like…” His voice dwindles to the softest whisper, but it easily resonates throughout the locker room, where the team had fallen silent in straining to hear and hang onto his every syllable.

“So you do like (y/n)-san,” Moriyama exclaimed, the first one to break the silence. “I see, I didn’t think they were your type.”

“H-Hey…?! Can you not say it like that!?”

“You can’t distort the truth, though. Anyways, you should chat with (y/n)-san nicely.”

“I already do!!” Kasamatsu half-shouts, but he immediately bows his head down shyly. “Wh-What’s a… good topic, you think… to talk to (y/n)-san…?”

“Huh? Just normal topics,” Kise replies, not sure what Kasamatsu meant by the question.

“What’s… normal?”

“Just talk to them like you’ve always done, senpai.”

“Y-Yes, but… h-how can I talk to hint that I l-l-l-like… never mind this is hopeless—”

“Ask them to come watch ou(l) next match [and have] (y/n)-san chee(l) fo(l) you!!”

“N-No! Anyone would run away from that!”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the locker doors opened with a bang, with a very weary janitor standing with his equipment on standby. With a flurry of apologies to the janitor, Kasamatsu recovers himself and ushers everyone out before bidding him a good evening. Walking out of campus several minutes later in silence, Kobori breaks the silence.

“Why don’t we help you, Kasamatsu? Maybe through different methods you will find the best way to ask for a date. Perhaps asking for a cup of tea would be sufficient…?”

“I’m not gonna involve myself with this! No way in hell!”

“Senpai, so you’re just gonna wait and let it fester—u-uwah?!” Moriyama immediately sprays the mint-scented deodorant down Kise’s back to silence him before turning back to Kasamatsu with a straight face.

“What if someone else steals (y/n)-san away for their own elements of spring? After all, it is the perfect atmosphere for them to communicate with the person you like with pickup techniques, with high chances of success.”

“N-No way (y/n)-san would just go along with a random stranger!”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re more suave and have that particular charisma that they’re secretly weak to.”

“Moriyama-senpai, you might be going too far…”

“Kasamatsu, he’s right though, if you hang around (y/n)-san more, not only would you learn more about them, but you’ll protect them from potential unwanted people.” Kobori’s calm voice rang louder above the clamors of the starter players, and everyone immediately looked to Kasamatsu for his response. Kise mentally sighs at how Kobori always manages to misinterpret Moriyama’s words.

“Fine—but only to make sure (y/n)-san will be safe! Don’t get any funny ideas!”

———

Praise. Make them laugh. Praise. Make them laugh. Say something interesting. Say something interesting. Praise. Use a normal topic.

Kasamatsu stands at his usual spot, waiting for you to leave class and meet up with him after school. Only this time, his hands grow clammy, his thick brows deeply furrowed as he wills himself to stop shaking. His teammates spying on him from behind the hallway corner certainly wasn’t helping him either.

“I told you, there’s no way I’m gonna involve myself with this!”

“Come on, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama sighed, shaking the mint-scented deodorant on hand. “We talked about this yesterday. You agreed to this, remember?”

“It was to make sure no one weird bothers (y/n)-san! Why do I have to go along with this?!”

“So you’re fine if I hold (y/n)-san’s hand in the name of destiny…”

“To hell with that!—argh—you!”

Moriyama immediately sprayed the can on the captain’s neck, watching his spine jolt and jump before he was met with an intense glare.

“You’re the captain, right? Come on, you have to show us how it’s done. We all want to see the ways to push the boundaries of romance. Who would lead us if you don’t?”

“What kinda—”

“I ag(l)ee with Mo(l)iyama-senpai! Take the (r)ead, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Wouldn’t Kise be someone better to learn from if you wanted to learn how to hit on people?!”

“Senpai, I’ve never done such a thing in my entire life.”

“Kasamatsu, I’m sure Moriyama is just telling you how much we all admire and look up to you. Naturally, we want to see how our captain fares in these situations. Besides, as a team, if something happens, we’ll be there to cover up for you.”

“Well… if you put it like that Kobori… all I have to do is talk to (y/n)-san… right?”

“That’s the spi(l)it!”

“... Kasamatsu-san? Helloooooo…?”

You wave a hand repeatedly over his face, and he immediately blinks and flinches back when you pull him back to the present. He’d been standing still for the past five minutes.

“I-I-I-I…”

“Are you okay? You’re all tensed up… if something’s bothering you, wanna talk about it?”

“W-W-Well… wh-what’s… up.” Normal topic, normal topic.

“Well, nothing much really,” you say, smoothing out your blazer. “I got out the petals but barely made it to class in the nick of time!” You laugh at your own recollection, and he immediately flames a radiant flush.

“N-nn.”

“Is it me… or is our captain…. really, really stiff right now…”

“Shhh.”

You perk up at the noise and slightly tilt to the left of Kasamatsu to discern the source of the hushed whispers… only to spy a conspicuous group of basketball players. You merely raise a brow at your discovery, but you return your attention back to Kasamatsu before he notices your change in gaze. The Kaijō teammates were too busy shushing each other to notice your attention on them.

“Ah, yes! Kasamatsu-san, you just had your trigonometry test right? Those identities and proofs are always so difficult to remember… how do you think you did?”

“G-Good.”

“Wow, that was too quick of a response! I didn’t know you were that confident about it—obviously not a bad thing if you studied for it.”

“N-nn.” Come on, say something interesting. Interesting topic. Something you like. “U-U-Uh… w-weather…?”

“The weather…?” You look outside the window in confusion before you make a face of realization. “Oh! Like how’s the weather?”

“N-nn.”

“Well, it has been a bit windy with all those branches and leaves flying around, but I think it accompanies the refreshing atmosphere of spring very nicely, don’t you think?” You turn back to face Kasamatsu, who’s been slowly bowing his head down gradually more and more the entire time to avoid scrutiny.

“N-nn.”

“You’ve been… really quiet since lunch. I’m serious, if something happened… is there anything I can do to help?”

“Kasamatsu, take advantage of the elements of spring! The elements of spr—”

“Moriyama-senpai, shut… up…!”

“Hey—what are you—?”

“Wait!! Kise! Don’t push, [or else] we a(l)e gonna fa(r)(r)—!”

“Shit—”

Right on cue, the gradual leaning weight from the three players on Hayakawa at the bottom gave way, and everyone tumbled out smack dab into plain sight. Kobori was the only one who managed to break his fall and stayed behind the corner, holding onto Kise in a failed attempt to stop him from exposing his presence. Kasamatsu breaks out of his shy stupor and turns around to see awkward smiles and chuckles.

“Y-Y-You guys—?!”

“Ahaha… sorry Senpai… the floor was a bit… slippery?”

As Kasamatsu forgets about you in dropkicking Kise, you note how the other upperclassmen had their own little quirks in interacting with the captain. Seeing how assertive and gutsy he was compared to talking with you makes you feel unbelievably warm. Little did anyone know, you held a hand to your face as you turned away to let out a chortle before you collected yourself again.

“Ah, I guess I’ll be going now! Your practice will start soon right? I’m sure your friends were only waiting for you… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kasamatsu-san!”

“W-Wait—” Kasamatsu drops Kise from his collar before he turns to you, but in making eye contact he immediately loses courage again. “I-I-I… s-see… you.”

“Of course!” You give a close-eyed smile before you leave.

“You missed the opportunity to set up the atmosphere,” Moriyama sighs, staring wistfully at the mint-scented deodorant. “Was the mint scent not enough?”

“It was going fine until you crashed in!”

“Now, now, there’s always a next time…”

As the upperclassmen continue to bicker and banter (mostly one-sided from Kasamatsu’s end), Kise, who was dropped on the floor by Kasamatsu moments prior, silently stares at the direction you left. Did you leave because you knew how embarrassed Kasamatsu was from that incident?

———

For the next few days, Kasamatsu has been quite clipped with you, reduced to mere “nn’s” and “no’s” during your conversations, and Kise doesn’t know whether you’re just as oblivious as Kobori or whether you’re ignoring it to spare his remaining shreds of dignity. He mentally sighs at how oddly persistent Moriyama is about this even though the captain refused all of his ridiculous “suggestions” every time.

“I believe Moriyama is trying to help out Kasamatsu as a close friend,” Kobori had said, when Kise grumbled about his tenacity. “He just wants the best for him.”

Even so, Kise still heaves a sigh when he sees Moriyama and Hayakawa with an agitated Kasamatsu, knowing that whatever is going on won’t be smooth-sailing. He had no choice but to join them when Kobori sneaked up on him to sling an arm around his shoulders and called over the trio.

“Huh… what’s up with Kasamatsu-senpai?”

“Ou(l) captain is af(l)aid [because someone] da(l)ed to app(l)oach (y/n)-san (l)ight now!”

“Huh? Is that really a problem?” Kise shoots a tired look at the rebound player, but Moriyama solemnly sends a gaze to where he assumed was where you were at right now.

“I knew my online research would come in handy…! Someone also has the knowledge of taking advantage of the perfect atmosphere! Look at the intimacy shared between the two…! The undeniable auras exhibited by them, and elements of spring they embody together!”

“What the hell! No way!” Even through the denials, Kasamatsu looks visibly distressed about the possible “new revelations” between you and what looks to be a close companion of yours.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Senpai on this one, Moriyama-senpai.”

“(R)ook! They finished ta(r)king and (y/n)-san waved them [off with] a smi(r)e!” Kasamatsu whips his head at the speed of light to see you sending them off with the smile Hayakawa spoke of as your friend exits the campus gate. At his dilemma, Moriyama gently nudges his arm to encourage him to go talk to you.

“... According to my online research, talking under sunny weather with a fresh scent is the formula to having the desirable spring experience.”

“Oh shut up, will ya?” Kasamatsu mumbles half-heartedly, but he slowly walks in your direction before he stops to turn back. “You better not interrupt.”

“We [will be all] the way back he(l)e to suppo(l)t you!”

With a final sigh to expel his nerves, he gives a nervous smile to his teammates before coolly walking until you turn to face him once you hear his footsteps. Almost immediately though, his calmness easily dissipates into thin air once again, and his teammates only look on in dismay and worry from afar.

“Er…” Come on, just be direct. Talk normal.

“Kasamatsu-san?”

“Y-You were… d-datin—I mean t-talking, with… someone…”

“Oh, you saw? Yeah, I asked them to meet up with me here actually.”

“Is… that so?”

“Mmhm, I asked for their notes to compare to mine because I feel like I can’t get a hand on the subject sometimes.” Kasamatsu finally finds his voice for the first time in a while when the conversation finally re-enters familiar platonic territory.

“Was it… trigonometry? I did, um, do well on it last time, so…” Normal topics. Normal topics.

“I know,” you laugh. “You told me that a few days ago, remember?”

“W-W-Well…” He coughs to clear his throat and find his voice. “Y-You could’ve… a-a-asked—er…” You patiently wait for him to try to finish his sentence, and out of the corner of your eye you accidentally made eye contact with Kise from the distance.

Kise didn’t expect for you to notice the group even from a sizable distance away. He stayed still for a few seconds to make sure the shared eye contact wasn’t a fluke. Seeing how Kasamatsu was standing there like a statue again, he puts a flat hand next to his lips to discreetly mouth out:

He’s jealous.

To his surprise, you caught onto his cues, giving a subtle yet playful smile of your own before you carefully mouth out:

I know.

The others don’t seem to notice the secret exchange, all too focused on the poor captain bowing his head down out of extreme shyness. Kise doesn’t even know why he’s doing this, but perhaps Kobori was right that it’s only right for the team to help out their hardworking captain.

“Ah, Kasamatsu-san?”

“N-Nn?” He lifts his head up abruptly at the call of his name, and he turns red from mortification at the realization that he stood there like a dunce for the past several minutes. He doesn’t even have time to react to you stepping closer to him with an outstretched hand, and he stands motionless as you slightly fiddle with his cropped hair before you pull out a vivid cherry blossom petal.

“Remember what you told me?” you muse. “That ‘you can’t risk yourself being unkempt?’ After all, you’re right… it is the week where these blossoms fall rampantly… Must I also remind you to be careful where you’re walking under?”

At this point, Kasamatsu is sputtering like a broken engine, his mind barely functioning enough for him to think about putting a hand over his face in a desperate attempt to cover his frenzy.

“I, um, I…”

“Ah… can I ask you something first instead, Kasamatsu-san?” you gently interrupt him, and he flits his gaze back to you before staring at the ground again, and you took that as silent confirmation. “A-Are… are you free to go cherry blossom watching this weekend…?”

He snaps his head up in shock, only to see you slightly pink after that slight stutter in your question. It was your turn to avoid looking at his face.

“N-nn, I’m-I’m free.”

“Ah, that’s great…!” You muster your own courage to hold his clammy hands at his sides. “Can I ask to confirm if this is a romantic date between us?”

“Y-Yes,” he says in a hurry and you only laugh at his shyness. But his piercing eyes focus on your figure before he frees his hands from your loose clasp and reaches out to you, albeit with a slight shake in his hand still, before he clumsily takes out a petal from your hair. “It was… stuck.”

“See?” you shyly tease. “I knew it shouldn’t take you long to take out petals from hair.”

He completely lost his cool in front of you again.

You didn’t really care though… not when he looked absolutely endearing with the onslaught of petals settling on top of his head and shoulders to complement his flushed face.

———

Bonus:

“So are you two dating now?” Kise asks you. You both coincidentally met up at a hallway intersection the next week.

“Well, I think that’s a bit too fast,” you inwardly laugh. “You know how he is more than anyone.” Kise gives a light chuckle of his own before he asks you the question that’s been on his mind for a while.

“Hey (y/n)-senpai, how did you know Kasamatsu-senpai liked you?”

“Eh?”

“It was pretty clear from that time last week that you knew how he felt.”

“Ah… well, remember when he was… trying… to tidy up my hair? When you all spied on us?” you say, continuing when Kise gives a slightly sheepish nod. “It felt… different from how we normally talked. I’m sure he felt it harder than I did. I’ve always been nervous talking to him, but… seeing him so flustered and shy like that made me connect the dots, and then, I became more at ease and knew to be patient, realizing that he does hold a degree of feelings for me. I just didn’t know when was the right time for us to take it a step further.”

“I see. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I must say, please send my thanks for the rest of the team. I think without you guys, this wouldn’t have happened as smoothly… or quickly.” At your words, Kise only sweatdrops as he remembers Moriyama’s antics, Hayakawa’s over-enthusiasm, and Kobori’s good-natured naivete.

“I’ll… send your regards to them.”

“... Why do you look so hesitant?”

———

End note: the cherry blossom falling season only occurs in the first to second week of April, which would conflict with the timeline of this scenario IRL. The Japanese new school year also coincides with this week, and as 3rd-years, Kasamatsu, Moriyama, Kobori, and the reader would be college freshmen instead. If I wrote it in terms of “last year” with the 3rd-years as 2nd-years, then Kise would still be in Teiko. So for convenience sake… ignore the “realism” in the setting for this :^)

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terrainofheartfelt · 3 years

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I feel like this has been discussed before, but what frustrates me the most about GG is the fact that they gave most of the interesting and deep storylines to Chip and Blair. Don't get me wrong, I love Blair, but she got SO much attention from the fan base that I think the writers felt like she had to receive a lot of the more interesting plots. Not dissing Leighton's acting, she is wonderful. Chip, however, didn't really need the amount attention he got. His parental issues were only so interesting until they started to drag them out. Also, the business plotlines were not great. I'm sure some people liked them, but they just bored me. I digress; it would have been much more intriguing to go into depth in Nate, Dan, and Serena. Obviously, they were main characters, so it wasn't as if they were forgotten. However, they didn't truly get the deeper plots, and the fodder was RIGHT THERE! Nate was going down a path that he never wanted to go down with becoming another Van Der Bilt in politics, and I feel that him trying to break those family habits and find his own identity (when he wasn't with a woman) was integral. Dan, my sweet boy, was treated so poorly. While the Inside plot was interesting, that was really the only identifiable plot I could think of for him. The writers could have gone into depth on his own broken family, his deep-seated fear of abandonment, and/or how insecure he truly was when it came to the UES. Serena lost a lot of fan-credit as the show went on (understandable, but still sad), and I think the writers didn't know what to do with her. "Hm, yes, what story should we give Serena? Well, we know she has insane commitment and daddy issues, has never really found an identity outside her family and her reputation, and is codependent on her ex-boyfriend/step-brother." *sigh* "I just can't think of anything. To the dart board!" I guess what this, incredibly, long post is trying to say is that main characters should have well-written deep plotlines, not just some of them, but all of them. GG just dropped the ball, and it breaks my media-obsessed heart because they had such potential.

Yeah...a lot of my discontent with how the show played about can be boiled down to: It's Bad Writing (tm) (I'm too lazy to insert the meme but I always see the "it's free real estate" meme guy in my head when I say it).

Don't quote me on this, but I think S, or someone in S's inbox said that in the midst of the Original Sin and the Great Retcon, (i.e., the premise posed by Constance Grady that chip wiskers become a romantic lead instead of a campy villain), the writers took lots of plot lines and story ideas and shifted them from Nate's narrative plate and onto chip's - the struggles of family legacy, etc. etc. (@strideofpride beloved if I'm incorrect I give you permission to call me out in the notes <3)

I mean, I think Dan did get some good meat and potatoes storylines: the novel, the Pining Era, Milo (my beloved), I think his character would have benefitted from giving those plots some breathing room, but other than the Great Retcon, I think the dismissiveness of the writers was most blatant with Nate and Serena. especially Serena.

for Nate, I think that writing drop off becomes really obvious in s4, post-serenate breakup, his story takes a backseat to all the other happenings swirling around, and in a big ensemble show, that's to be expected, but he never really comes back to the fore front in any significant way - it's all in support of chip or Blair or Dan's stories, and if he has a love interest, it's for the sake of pairing him with the Guest Star of the Month (we needed more Raina Thorpe. we deserved more Raina Thorpe. I wouldn't have minded the weird boring business plots if Raina Thorpe was the star of them. Make her a series regular and kick chip wiskers down to recurring is what I say).

with Serena - and I'm citing dear S again - it was a slower decline, but you can honestly trace it back to s2, her waffling in the post-Dan romantic economy, them circling each other and falling out again. After years of her saying she's ready for college so she can move forward, she waffles between Yale and Brown, then she leaves to seek out her long lost father (who we've never heard of!), then defers on the school she's been wanting to go to her entire life? girl what? (I know, I know it's contrived so that the characters are all trapped in Manhattan but christ, write better!!). Serena especially, falls victim to a trope in teen soap writing that I've mentioned before: to fulfill the promotional promise of ~drama~ they are constantly upping the stakes of what happens on-screen: her boyfriend is a con man, her father is a medical fraud, she's working for a publicist, she gets fired, she's going to school, she's not, she's gaslit into checking into a rehab facility, (i don't even get me STARTED on b*n - I just don't have the spoons for that discourse, just know that I HATED it), she's Gossip Girl's favorite mark, she IS gossip girl, she loves her friends, she hates her friends, she loves her family, she hates her family. The poor girl is yanked back and forth and sideways nonstop for the duration of the whole series!!! And it's fine, to have dramatic, high-stakes stories, they're exciting to watch, and, speaking as an opera singer, they're exciting to perform. But the problem with them on GG is that there's never any denouement, the stories - and the characters - never get a chance to breathe, to process, to move on, and that's not how human beings work, and call me crazy, but a show about human beings should allow for that humanity.

the failed potential breaks all our hearts, hon, welcome to the fandom.

#she says welcome even though she's definitely a newbie #you probs have been here longer than i have #in any case #you are not alone friend #asks #gg meta #insistonyourcupofstars

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mongooseblues · 3 years

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Bless You Father for I Have Sinned (Fleabag, Hot Priest) 1/1

Did anyone watch Fleabag and/or want to read about a hot priest sneezing?

This works just fine as a standalone if u haven’t seen the show but for context: Hot Irish prob alcoholic “cool swear-y” priest and recovering sex addict and all-around hot mess main character (who doesn’t have a name) strike up a “friendship” that is just a poorly veiled excuse for spending time with someone they want very badly to fuck but can’t bc priesthood vow of celibacy and whatnot.

Here’s ~2k words in which I continuously get off on the idea of blessing a priest and unresolved sexual tension I also don’t resolve.

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“Fuck you, calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it…”

It happens for maybe ten minutes before it starts to stick out to her. Because it’s cold, as it always is on early-spring nights in London, and while they’re both fully dressed (unfortunately), neither is probably quite dressed enough to be out in a garden at this hour. And they’re a bit drunk—not that drunk, they’re both pretty practiced—on the G&Ts he’s so fond of for whatever reason. He specifically likes the kind you get already mixed in a can, which are especially shit, but it’s almost endearing that he likes those in particular. Well, very endearing actually. Goddamn this man—or… hmm, poor choice of words.

It doesn’t really grab her attention until he combines the sniffling with pinching his nostrils together.

“You alright, you’re quite sniffly?”

“I know, I dunno what’s going on,” he says, and punctuates it with a harsher sniffle than the ones previously unacknowledged, “Think ‘m just cold.” He zips his sweatshirt up a bit as if to illustrate.

“We could get you a blanket and swaddle you up like baby Jesus.”

He laughs. She extracts from her coat pocket a pack of cigarettes, takes one herself and angles the carton toward him in offering. Mostly because she wants him to scoot closer to her on the bench as she flicks the lighter for him. The flame illuminates the angles of his face in orange, the back of his fingers grazing her hand by happy accident, and yes, it’s a little pathetic that this momentary skin-to-skin contact is as erotic as it is to her, but that’s what you get when you fancy a priest isn’t it?

“They’re always describing him as being swaddled. Odd word, swaddled. Sounds kind of violent.”

“It does kind of,” he agrees, leaning back against the bench and exhaling a stream of smoke into the night air. Her plan worked, he’s ever so slightly closer to her now, post cigarette exchange, close enough that when he sniffles she can feel the slight vibration of his shoulders through the loose fabric on her coat sleeve. It unites them like an accidental spark of electricity she can sense just faintly enough to feel jumpy. Or turned on. Or both.

She really shouldn’t be this shameless about trying desperately to corrupt a man of the cloth she wants to get under. Maybe she’d feel properly guilty if she wasn’t quite so fucking horny.

“So you did read more than just the passages I marked for you?” He asks, at once surprised and pleased and maybe nervous, grinning but also looking away for a moment as if he could disguise all of that.

“Not really, just the birth of the ol’ lord and savior. It seemed like it’d be climactic.”

“Was it?”

“Can’t say I climaxed reading it, no,” she says with a cheeky look that elicits the laughter she’s looking for, “No offense but it’s really quite boring, this book you love so much.”

“Yeah… that’s a tragically common sentiment among reviewers.” He’s scratching at his nose with the back of one wrist with such intensity it’s unmistakeable how much it’s bothering him.

“Don’t care much for the writing style either, I have to say.”

If the irritation could be resolved with a mouse-like scrunch of the nose he’d have figured it out by now, and clearly he hasn’t because he still has to shrink into his crossed arms like an accordion with a fairly high-pitched, vocal and thus somehow Irish-accented, “Hehh-ishhYUE!”

“Bless. The only way I was able to get through it was by imagining you in every speaking role.”

It’s a sentence meant to provoke him, not unlike most of her sentences, and for a minute as her eyes are on her own exhaled smoke and he fails to respond, she wonders whether it sounded even weirder than she meant it, but as it turns out he’s just about to sneeze again — squinting into the distance and bringing an arm to his face in slow motion.

“Mmff-SHOO!” He blinks in surprise as he resumes his previous position on the bench, now shifted just a bit farther away from her. Damn.

“Ugh, sorry. Every speaking role?? Ohfuck— ahh-ishSHEU!”

“Jesus.”

“You imagined me as Jesus??”

“No I mean Jesus, are you okay, did you catch something?” Of course she imagined him as Jesus.

“Ooh I hope not,” he says with a nervous look, “that’d be lousy timing.”

“The lord works in mysterious ways.”

“Thuh-that he does—” A sudden inhale, a crooked arm rising at a much hastened speed. It begins in a manageable way, somewhat controlled, but then it seems to get away from him.

“Hh… hehd’SHHUE!”

“Bless you, Father."

He mumbles a thank you bookended by soft snuffling.

“Maybe he’s sent you a plague of sneezing. He does that sometimes doesn’t he? Send plagues?”

His face just scarcely conveys amusement before it’s hijacked again by the same expectant expression, but he still attempts to talk through it, even as irritation becomes evident in every feature. “S-sometimes…”

She thinks about saying bless you in advance but decides instead to just wait for him to succumb to it. A flicker of lashes, a reveal of the very tips of canines, his entire face crinkles around his visibly twitching nose. It pulls him downward and then forward in that order, as he collapses into a crooked arm as if stumbling despite being seated.

An especially desperate, “hehhSCHOO!” that begins quietly but certainly doesn’t end that way.

“God bless you, Father, again.”

“Wow,” he says with a sniff, knuckles swiping under his nose in a single smooth motion, “Maybe I’m allergic to you. My body’s having a reaction.”

“Is it?”

An eyeroll and a grin, and then he goes back to scratching at his aggravated face in a manner that’s becoming aggressive.

“Well stop manhandling your nose that’s clearly not working.” Before she can think better of it, she takes his elbow to pull the offending arm away from his face. She can feel his muscles tense with the movement, but when she looks up at him there’s only a blurry-eyed smile chased by a nervous huff of a laugh. Another line she can’t uncross but doesn’t particularly want to.

The therapist hadn’t needed to point out that her all-consuming attraction to someone she couldn’t have was probably a healthy coping mechanism of her recently adopted abstinence. She hadn’t really expected this though — for her advances to not be rejected entirely. She hadn’t planned for hope to cease feeling like such a daft, one-sided notion.

“Should I even be blessing you or is that overkill? Or am I even qualified to bless you? Can one bless a priest if they’re not like, anointed or something?”

“You can bless me,” he confirms, looking like he’s barely got a handle on controlling his own eyebrows. Or lips for that matter. God, that mouth, those lips. Parting by accident the way she’d like to make them open on purpose.

“Little greedy of you. You’re not blessed enough as is?”

“Neh—neverhurts…” He pitches sidewards with a slurred, tellingly tipsy, “hehh-ESHHyoooo!”

“Bless you…”

“Thank you,” he sniffles with embarrassed necessity, bringing the back of a sleeve to his nose.

“Hold on, I think I have some tissues,” she says as she feels around in her bag in the darkness, “Well, cocktail napkins at least.” Another knuckle brush as she hands them to him. How arousing. How pitifully arousing. She really should come up with ways to hand him things more often.

“Ahh you were holding out on me,” he says, and then after a gentle blow, “Sorry.”

“You are coming down with something aren’t you?"

He thinks about it, bringing the napkin away from his nostrils with a final follow-up dab. “I dunno, maybe?”

“Do you feel ill?”

“Mostly just very itchy.”

How many other chances will she get… She reaches a hand to gingerly press the back of her fingers against his forehead. He blinks a few times in response, rapidly and reflexively, and swallows back a smile. There’s a burning in her stomach that’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

“Um, you feel okay I think?” She says, attention course-corrected back to the cigarette crumbling in her hand, but still glancing at him to measure the aftermath of the relatively bold gesture and they lock smiling eyes in the process.

If he really wanted to ward her off he’s doing a phenomenally shitty job of it. She knows he wants her. God if only that was enough, to know he wanted her.

“I think you’re right I’ve been sent a plague of sneezing. Probably trying to tell me something.”

“Something about how your new friend could take care of you?”

He grins with half of his mouth. “Or something about how I probably shouldn’t be drinking G&Ts in the middle of the night with my new friend who I like a little too much.”

Oh he… really shouldn’t have given her that.

“ExxSHHUE!!” He shakes the whole bench with this, then straightens back up, not looking entirely recovered, and says almost to himself, “And about how I probably shouldn’t tell my new friend that I like them a little too much.”

“But you did anyway and he hasn’t, I dunno, smote you down yet.”

Irritation is still etched into his features, his chest slowly swelling with air, hastily fiddling with the napkins.

“Are you actually going to sneeze again? You haven’t finished?”

He shakes his head as his eyes close and seizes into a rushed, “hehESHHyue!"

“It’s a plague I can’t stop! Snf, it’s out of my hands."

She knows the night’s over, she does. She gets the sense that she’d been invited to overstay her welcome, but it’s getting past that point now. Whenever she leaves after being around him her face hurts from smiling like an idiot the whole time and she comes away aching in more ways than one. That ache is starting already, another sign they’ve stretched this interaction too long once again.

However, alcohol. “If you tell me to leave and you sneeze again perhaps we’ll know whether or not it was divine intervention.”

“He might just be punishing me now anyway,” he sighs, remembering a cigarette he may not have taken a single drag from, neglected and foreshortening in his fingers.

“We haven’t done anything we’re just talking. I’m a—what is it, parishioner?”

“That is a word, yes. Snf! Though it implies someone who’s actually going to church to, you know, practice their faith."

“I’m a parishioner here to…” she’s not even sure what to say, she still doesn’t know shit about Catholicism aside from the fact that it’s a massive cockblock, “seek your… counsel? Guidance? Guidance counseling.”

He puts a hand over part of his face, tired but amused. “You can’t act innocent even when you’re trying your best, can you?"

She almost snorts. Is this what he thinks trying her best looks like?—No, don’t actually say— “Who said I was trying my best?”

Why can’t she stop herself from saying things like that to him? The only thing that’s going to stop her now is a ‘no’ that’s actually firm enough not to give way when she presses against it relentlessly. He honestly needs to just get it over with before he really gives her too much to hold onto. She’s not going to win out over God, the guy’s pretty fucking stiff competition.

Goddamnit, just break her heart already, what the fuck is he waiting for? This should have ended ages ago, and now it’s getting dangerously close to too late.

Was it unfair to assume he’d be stronger than her? Or is he trying to hurt himself too? A duetted exercise in masochism, mutually assured destruc—

“—ESSHHYUE!” He looks at her through wet lashes, bleary and sheepish and drunk and cute and fuck.

She sighs loudly, looks skyward and says, “Right, you’ve made your point! I’m leaving!”

#am i going to include the forehead feeling trope in every fic I ever write? ur goddamn right I am #to be fair I resisted the heightened temperature temptation aaand he’s not technically sick so I’m ‘doing something new’#I’ve done this platonic-but-not dynamic to death and I’ll 100% do it again in the future #i have absolutely no concept of how popular this show is or isn't #but hey hot priest is hot so here ya go #i am not even a little bit catholic but neither is fleabag so no research for meeeee #mongoose writes sometimes

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 4 years

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Let’s say England and his s/o are staying over at England’s place, and say England is up early to make tea or something. How would he react to, out of the blue, his s/o screaming for him, and when he shows up he discovers that his s/o was terrified at the sight of a dragon. In other words, England’s s/o has become capable of seeing England’s ‘imaginary’ friends.

(This took an infinity and a half, but here you go, lovely.)

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

By all accounts, it had been a fairly emblematic morning until now.

He'd risen before you, slipping out of the bedroom quietly to dress and get the kettle on.

Saturday mornings were often quiet, starting with a light breakfast and an hour working in the gardens. He kept tending to the sausages, knowing the scent would rouse you soon enough.

Not even moments later, your arms were wrapping around his waist, your shuffling following him as he finished frying the patties and began prepping the toaster. You managed to yawn out a good morning before slipping away once more, grabbing the orange juice and tea pot on your way to the back garden.

The weather was still warm enough after all, though he did look forward to seeing you in his old cardigans.

"I'll be just a minute, luv."

You grumbled out some form of acknowledgment, your shuffle helping indicate just how tired you still were. Perhaps he could tempt you into a nap...

He turned his attention back once more to serving tray and was just rearranging the jams when he heard you scream.

Arthur's stomach dropped, though his mind was taking a moment to process your terror and the simple fact that you were still screaming.

He was spurred into action, using some Magicke to aid the rush through the corridor, his voice amplified as he frantically shouted your name.

Nothing could have slipped in, no one would have been able to get past the barriers and warding.

Nothing he knew of, at least.

And it was that damnedable unknown that made him run faster, almost ramming his shoulder into a corner cupboard.

Your name escaped him once more as you cried out for him, your fear not audibly lessened in the slightest.

At last, he reached the French doors, slowing to a stop upon seeing your back pressed flush against the glass, fingers splayed as if trying to will the door away.

Whatever- whoever- had you this shaken made him pause, a defensive spell already tingling his fingertips. Slowly, silently, he crept behind you, using your body as cover until he could reach the other door.

"Luv?"

He honestly worried you hadn't heard him at first as you hadn't given away any indication you were aware of his presence. He nearly called to you again when your voice, brittle and so small, reached him.

"Arthur-"

The sound of it made his chest constrict, a wave of anger fueling his confident leap through the doorway, seeking out the entity who had dared to frighten you so.

His gaze swept across your surroundings, seeking out anything amiss.

Apart from some thoroughly concerned Fey nearby, and one very unimpressed spector, he couldn't detect anything out of place.

Wondering if perhaps his own vision was off, he turned anxiously to you, following the direction of your outstretched finger towards the oak tree.

Nothing awry that he could tell, apart from the ros-

"Dragon!"

Arthur's eyes narrowed in confusion, searching once more for a threat. Detecting none, his brows furrowed as he turned once more to you, bewilderment clear in his voice. "Luv, I only see Æđelfriđ over th- What?"

Your eyes, wide as saucers, were suddenly facing him fully, your mouth open in disbelief.

"What," he found himself asking again, even more lost. Your surprise and- remarkably- joy were baffling to him. It was as if you had never seen the Knucker before, as if-

Whatever confusion had been affecting him till this moment was tossed aside in favour of disbelief and- dare he say it?- hope.

"You can see him?"

He didn't register how his words had wobbled, couldn't have been bothered to care even if he had.

Could it reall be true? You could-

You offered a nod, words nearly a whisper as your eues flickered towards the scarlet youngster curled beneath the oak.

"I'm not crazy? It's really there?"

Arthur swallowed around a newfound lump in his throat, simply overwhelmed.

You could see! You could see! You-!

"Yes, he is."

His words were nearly as soft as yours had been, his heart skipping at the wonder shining in your eyes, the awe.

"I thought I was going nuts when I kept seeing ghosts in the dining room, and the bloody pixies scared the shit out of me when I was weeding by the begonias, but- Holy shit."

Your words fell away, a soft look teasing your features as you studied the dragon once more. "I never thought that dragons were real, too."

Seemingly aware of his uncharacteristic silence, your own eyes narrowed in concern. "Artie?"

For his part, it was indeed a lot of information to process.

Finding out you possessed the Sight? Something ue had been praying for?

"How long?"

His attention shifted back to you once more, the whole build-up towards understanding careening helter skelter to a sense of betrayal.

"How long have you been seeing them?"

The worry in your eyes tugged at his heartstrings.

"Just a week or so."

Your expression and tone became a touch more apologetic, your hand finding his.

"I should have mentioned it sooner; I am so sorry, Arthur."

And just like that, his inner turmoil dispersed, nothing reamining save his glee- his euphoria!- of being able to share something so special with you.

"No fear, poppet."

You seemed surprised by his smile, remained stiff as he pressed a kiss to your hand before pulling you into an embrace.

Gradually, you relaxed, shifting to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

"You're not angry?"

"On the contrary." He drew away just enough to study your eyes and his thumb across your cheek, wondering if it was possible to love you anymore than he did in this moment.

"I'm ecstatic!"

Slowly, your smile returned, relieved and just a smidge giddy.

He would have been content to remain like that all morning, but your stomach protested the idea, a low growl ruining the moment. He snickered at your embarrassment, grinning as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"What say after breakfast we go meet him? I think it's about high time for a proper introduction, wouldn't you agree?"

Your smile alone could have stolen his heart all over again. As it was, a flutter still circulated through his bloodstream, a wave of affection near overwhelming him as you nodded. "Oh yes, please!"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

#england x reader #arthur kirkland x reader #hello lovelies!#aph england #hetalia england #aph arthur kirkland #hetalia arthur kirkland #hws england #hws arthur kirkland #gnite y'all #may you be blessed with pleasant dreams and filling rest #my writing #my work #hetalia reader insert #reader insert #readerfic #aph hetalia #hetalia x reader

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fightingbymoonlight · 3 years

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MXTX Hunger Games begins

"Jun Wu stabs Lan Sizhui in the back with a trident."

Admittedly, wanting to kill sweet teenagers, is more in character for Jun Wu. He Xuan runs away from the Cornucopia. Lan Xichen runs away from the Cornucopia. "Mu Qing pushes Ning Yingying off a cliff during a knife fight."

Fuck the system, give me back Ning yingying!

Yue Qingyuan grabs a sword. Mianmian gathers as much food as she can. Ling Wen runs away from the Cornucopia.

She learned her lesson from the first time. "Qi Rong grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty."

Why do I feel this is canon.

Lan Wangji grabs a jar of fishing bait while Wen Ning gets fishing gear. Xue Yang runs away from the Cornucopia. "Nie Huaisang strangles Shen Jiu after engaging in a fist fight."

I shouldn't find this as funny as I do.

Mobei-Jun runs away from the Cornucopia. Pei Ming finds a backpack full of camping equipment. "Jin Guangyao, Nie Mingjue, and Shi Qingxuan get into a fight. Jin Guangyao triumphantly kills them both."

Apparently the system is transphobic (GIVE ME BACK THE WINDMASTER!)

Wei Wuxian stabs Feng Xin with a tree branch. Sha Hualing finds a backpack full of camping equipment. Liu Qingge runs away from the Cornucopia. Jiang Yanli clutches a first aid kit and runs away. Liu Mingyan runs away from the Cornucopia. Xiao Xingchen stays at the cornucopia for resources. Luo Binghe retrieves a trident from inside the cornucopia. Song Lan runs away with a lighter and some rope. Xie Lian, Wen Qing , Jiang Cheng, and Hua Cheng share everything they gathered before running.

At least 2 of the husbands get to be together

"Shen Qingqiu gathers as much food as he can."

Ok, yes, this is canon.

"Jin Ling finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver."

Well, damn, Jin Ling's going to turn into Oliver Queen. "Shang Qinghua falls into a pit and dies."

GODDAMN HE DIED INSTANTLY BOTH TIMES, GIVE HAMSTER BRO A BREAK XD !!

#the hunger games #crossover #mo dao zu shi #tian guan ci fu #svsss #scumbag system

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happytroopers · 2 years

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Book of Boba Fett catching up Eps 4- 6

Spoilers below obvi

Episode 4

Time for more Bacta flashbacks???

I love banthas quality animal

When do we get the slave 1 back

I miss her

HE TALKS TO HIS BANTHA LORD I LOCE THIS MAN

get you a man who can roast small

Mammals

THE TAIL WAG

AHHHH KTS FENNECS EP YES YES UES

Perhaps my man Din makes an appearance

Ming Na Wen is so gorgeous

I love the theme so much

A lil village

More cyber punk youths

TECH LOOK A LIKE

Headcanon: that’s techs offspring

So I think this solely bc of the goggles and curly hair? Yes

Hack shop for ppl

Is this a uniquely human trend???? Is this the Star Wars equivalent of fast fashion??!?

Don’t love the space dubstep but I do imagine this is what 79s sounds like

I love when Boba goes all serious Stoic and Serious™️

“Why not just ask for it back?”

Boba, who hadn’t even thought of that, “….. I might not like the answer”

HES INSECURE

tiny spy droid :,)

I love a man who loves his pets

Make baby banthas :))))

Lil rats :)

If she had all this stuff why the fuck did she not just kill that lil prick that shot her before he got the chance

Knife hand magee

GREIVOUS WANNA BE

OH J LOVE THESE LIL GUYS I CALL THEM BUNNY DROIDS

Leave him alone !!! He’s scared!!!!

The feminine urge to shut ur self down when ur not having a good time

Fennec I love u

I really have no grasp for how long he was in the Sarlacc pit bc Slave 1 looks TERRIBLE

HE LOOKS SO SAD

I just imagine that being in slave 1 takes so much core strength

Not the spare sail barge

There’s no way they can hear each other

Fennec said haven’t you heard, we’re besties.

SLAVE ONE SLAVE ONE

He said time to investigate

I feel a jump scare coming

And there it is

Temeura’s teeth are so white

I loved those bombs s

Sensory pleasing sounds

MEN “don’t touch my buttons” AS IF SHE DIDNT JUST SAVE UR ASS

Lovingly pours water on ur head :,)

I love when they put the twilight blue tint on the flash backs

No more chronic illness :)

MAX REBO LOVE OF MY LIFE

Emo Wookiee !!!

Boba’s like Ope alright then I just got here

She’s so pretty I love her

I love the shimmer cape,,, I want one

As a bartender I can contend that free drinks fix everything

But apparently not that

“It was worth a shot”

THE SHRUGS

BUNNY DROID IS BACK

Protective beast I love it :)))

Asking a room full of career criminals to be trustworthy is. Not smart????

Honestly the Pykes can suck a toe

Money can be exchanged for goods and services.jpeg

MANDO THEME MANDO THEME MANDO THEME

I feel like a lot of this episode was unnecessary but so far it’s been the most attention holding episode

Episode 5

SPACE BUTCHERS

I love when Star Wars reminds us that they have normal jobs too

NO WAY NOW WAY

ITS MY HUSBAND

Dramatic entrance that no one watched

Did you see him looking for approval

The things that man could do to me

Wish he had his son :,(

Dilf without the D

Good ole tracking fob- the question is what do they track bc if ur being hunted,,, wouldn’t you get rid of anything that could track you????

Options: can you bring warm or cold

I FUCKINF KNEW IT

Din pls beat the shit out of me

DARK SAVER DARK SABER

Awww buddy :( need some more training

That was hot

He said union rights

Din pls come kill my boss so I can pillage the safe

Also pls see a doctor and train some more ur gonna lose a limb

Ok but I kinda love this planet setup

Lil space ring artificial gravity city scape could be fun

I love awkward elevator scenes they are the peak of comedy to me

YES MLRE STAR WARS CLUBS

He’s got things to DO

ID PUT THAT ON ICE IF I WRRE YOU

Din back with the comedy

Thighs thighs thighs

Something ab an injured man that you know is dangerous

Mando tagging systems kinda like hobos

This feels not OSHA approved

Lil space walk in the evening

He’s so tired

AYEEEE ITS THE ARMORER

The groaning 👀👀👀👀

Big boy is getting some ideas

Here for the Bo Karan Kryze

For someone who has so much information of Jedi the Armorere sure gave Din absolute SCRAPS when he first started his quest

NOT THE BELL RINGING BNK

Ok this all seems very unnecessary

This is why there’s so few Mandolorians

No common sense

VIBROBLAXE

Oop the truth comes out

Listen I need din to be happy some how some way

PART OF MY RELIGION line returns

This is another of my fave tropes

“You need to disarm” proceeds to take FOREVER

“I know every thing that’s in there”

>:( angry point

HE MISSES HIS SON

also kids like that are fucking annoying

He’s going to tatooine

For why

STAR TLURS DROID

PELI!!! I love this bitch!!!

DINS HIP SHOTS MAKE BE FERAL

NUBIAN STAR FIGHTER

“This baby can fit so many * slaps hood *” energy

MAN UNDER BEHICALE IM GONNA FROTH AT THE MOUND

PELI IS A FURRY

Yeah we can tell you’ve never been off world bestie

She’s a LOCAL GAL

GONK

Being able to be nice to droids,,, character development

New ship new man

Soft violin theme :,)

This thing is a death trap

NOT THE POD RACING TRACK

This is giving me vertigo

It’s the sticky kid again!!!

I feel like harassing commercial flight is definitely a violation

YEP

NOT THE REMOTE ACCESS

It zips!!!

NOT WIZARD AGAIN

This is a Phantom Menace homage

BESKTE VIBES ONLY

BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD,,, TWILIGHT’S victoria ????

I loved this episode but let’s be honest this was just an episode of the Mandolorian

Episode 6

I stg I can not deal with Din and Boba on screen together again

I assure you I will be going feral whore mode

Like an unneutered dog

NO NOT COBB VANTH IM LITERALLY GONNA MELT

I wanna be a cowboy baby :)

Why are the Pykes selling to other Pykes??? That business model is just bad

OK BUT ANYONE WHO BREATHES KN THAT BREEZE IS FONNA GET HIGH AS GHCK

COBB CMON NOW SOME COMMON SENSE

R2 R2 R2

My fave war criminal

R2 said “greetings loved ones met take a journey”

Ant droid colony????

“Wake up!” >:|

Resigns to the bench fate

BABY YODA

(Grogh is a dumb name I stand by that)

CGI twink

him hungry >:/

Not him teaching grogh how to make a Buffett

HES SO HAPPY

CHANEL BOOTS

LUKE HELPING HIM KEEP UP

I’m still hoping they just kinda 180 and when grogu is old enough he talks normally and proves that Yoda was just a freak

HOW MANY TIMES WILL ORDER 66 hurt me

Shows a child a trauma they forgot “Welcome back 🥰”

Taking a lil nappy nap

AHSOKA MY BITCH

OLD FRIEND OF THE FAMILY

R2 AHSOKA REUNION

She’s getting the mannerisms down better

Din said stop making me self reflect >:,(

Ahsoka’s montral looks better now than they did in Mandos2

FIST BUMP

OH GROGUS SAD

Besties I am u well

GROGU/YODA backpack parallel !!!

LIL HOPPY HOP

Do or do not there is no try call back

MORE BACKPACK

is this Bryce Dallas Howard too bc this is very twilight Esque

TWILUGHT PARRAELLE

Grogu does yoga

Ok I would like to see Boba now

More accurately I would KILL to see Boba interact with Grogu

IF DIN SAW THAT HED LOSE HIS MIND

BACK FLIP BITCH

Training to do war crimes :)

SO MUCH LIKE UR FATHER IM SCREAMING

What I really need is to see Ahsoka and Leia interact it would clear my skin and water my crops

My instincts say to give Grogu back to Din to restore Dilf rights

My fave lil wiggler :)

ANOTHER HOT COWBOY????

BOTH LOST SOMETHING WE WETE FOND OF IM SOBBJNG

City Folk fight lmao

That big smile of yours let’s you get away with anything

Cobb that was a lil fruity

DARTH MAUL????

CAD BANE CAD BANE CAD BANE

WHORE HAT WHORE HAT

Southern Drawl y’all!!!!

He looks sick :(

But also by now he’s gotta be ANCIENT

NOT MY HOT COWBOYS

BOMB THEY LEFT A BOMB

DRUG RHNNERS AND TERRORISTS

ITS BABY SIZED

I love how post originals we’re all ab reduce reuse recycle with the lightsabers

Ok now that we’ve set up Mando s3 can we get back to Boba??

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Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.

>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour

>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.

>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.

>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!

>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?

>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.

Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.

>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!

>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.

Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.

<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN!

<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.

After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.

>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.

<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…

<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.

>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt.

<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?

>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out.

<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite.

How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.

So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.

"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.

"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?!

"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.

"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.

"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.

"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.

Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.

"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.

"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second.

“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again.

It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.

“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.

BONUS

“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”

#denki #kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #chargebolt #reader #male reader #fanfic #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #chargebolt x reader #yaoi #listen this is a whole mess #bnha harem server #server collab #bnha server collab #dumbasses in love #denki is pretty chaotic

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inagetawaycarxo · 4 years

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Haunted House | Undisputed Era

❛❛ And for the others haunted house with UE guys, surprise s/o with sexy costume-kyle O’Reilly, and for Dean Winchester the angel/demon au. I enjoy your writing.❜❜- @shieldgirl18

Pairings: Undisputed Era x Reader, Adam Cole x Reader {Platonic}, Roderick Strong x Reader {Platonic}, Bobby Fish x Reader {Platonic}, Kyle O’Reilly x Reader {Love Interest}

Featuring: Y/n {Reader}, Bobby Fish, Kyle O’Reilly, Adam Cole, Roderick Strong, Ghosts.

Summary: Y/n and the era boys go to a haunted house on Halloween, what could go wrong?

WARNINGS: haunted house, ghost activity, Roddy trying to scare the shit out of you, it is pick on y/n day.

Word Count: 1380

A/N: y/n/n= your nickname….Got a UE or NXT or WWE request? Send it in! WWE requests are open…

You glared at the back of Roddy’s head. As he led the boys and you through a field of overgrown grass. He claimed that a haunted house was somewhere in the field.

“So, is Marina fine with you showing us this haunted house instead of trick or treating with Toy?” You spoke. Clutching Kyle’s hand. you hoped she wasn’t, so, you didn’t have to go to this haunted house. But luck wasn’t on your side that night.

“Yeah, she is totally cool with it.” Roddy spoke dismissively.

“Darn it.” You mumbled. Making Kyle chuckle beside you. it wasn’t that you were scared, well maybe a little, you just didn’t want an entity to attach itself to you or one of the boys.

Roddy stopped suddenly, causing you and the boys to stop as well. The boys and you looking at a house that looked like it was falling apart. You gulped.

“This is the place.” Roddy exclaimed excitedly.

“Yay.” You grumbled. Making Kyle smile.

“Come on, let’s go in.” Roddy demanded. Going into the house without waiting for Bobby, Adam, Kyle and you to respond.

“Don’t worry, babe I’ll protect you from the ghosts.” Kyle spoke. Winking at you, as he let go of your hand, and wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to his side. You craned your neck to look at him. Raising an eyebrow. Kyle pressed a kiss to your forehead. Pulling away. He then leads you into the house.

Your heart rate increasing. Palms sweating. A sinking feeling formed in the pit of your stomach. You felt like something was wrong with this house. Like something wasn’t right.

“Legends say that his wife and kids still haunt the premises, restlessly wandering the halls.” Roddy spoke, making sure he was looking at you when he said that. Making you even more anxious. You wrapped your arms around Kyle’s waist, snuggling into his side. Kyle suppressed a small laugh. His hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. Trying to reassure you.

“He slaughtered his entire family; they say it was the voices in his head.” Roddy spoke again.

“His poor kids…And wife.” Bobby spoke calmly. While you hugged Kyle even tighter, shaking a little.

While Adam and Kyle just laughed. You didn’t know whether it was at you or the story in general.

“Yeah, well we will see. It’s probably just a bogus story, so, swatters or kids don’t go in the house.” Adam spoke. Not believing a single thing Roddy said.

“Yeah, maybe, or maybe it’s all true.” Roddy spoke deepening his voice. Directing his attention to you when he said that. It wasn’t helping either. Kyle could feel your heartbeat beating fast against his side.

“Alright, Roddy, stop trying to get my girls heart rate up, only I can do that.” Kyle joked. Making the boys laugh. While you just hit Kyle’s side lightly. Slightly glaring at him.

“Show us around.” Adam spoke.

“We should go to the rooms where the murders happened.” Roddy suggested.

“Or we could like you know go outside and view it from there, like inspect it from outside, where nothing can scratch us, or cling onto us, or possess us or try and kill us.” You spoke. Nodding your head. While the boys just raised their eyebrows, smirking at you.

“Don’t be a baby, y/n, I’m sure Kyle will protect you from the big bad ghosts.” Roddy teased. Making you glare at Roddy.

“Roddy.” Kyle warned.

“He can armbar the ghosts for you.” Adam joked.

“I’m just messing with you y/n/n, we will all protect you.” Roddy spoke. Pulling you away from Kyle and towards his side. You quickly grabbed a hold of Kyle’s hand. Making sure you were still holding onto him in some way.

Roddy pulled you along with him, up the unsteady stairs, that creaked loudly every time you stepped on them. Kyle followed closely behind. You still held his hand in a death grip.

Walking towards a room.

“This house seems moldy.” Adam complained. Watching his step. Grimacing as he saw a Skelton of an animal.

Roddy pulled you inside the room. Making you pull Kyle in with you. Bobby and Adam, following close behind.

“This is the kid’s bedrooms.” Roddy announced. As the boys and you looked into the room. The pink walls were faded, paint peeling off. Mold everywhere. The furniture looking like it’s seen better days.

“He took an axe and bashed their heads in.” Roddy spoke. A chill ran down your spin. You wanted out of the room, and out of the house. You tried to pull away from Roddy, but he wouldn’t let go of you.

“Lovely.” You mumbled. Grimacing at what he said. Tightening your grip on Kyle’s hand. Adam tried to express his laugh from your reaction but failed. Bobby just stared around the room skeptically.

Kyle rolled his eyes at Adam.

“Alright, onto the next room.” Roddy spoke. Gesturing the boys and you out of the room. Though he guided you out of there.

“Or maybe we should investigate downstairs, just in case we fall through the floor.” You suggested.

Roddy stopped suddenly in his tracks. Making your throat close up. His eyes widening in fear. His face getting paler. It freaked you out.

“Roddy?” You asked.

“Did you hear that?” Roddy asked.

“Hear what?” You asked. Tightening your grip on Kyle’s hand. Your fairly sure it would be broken at the end of the night.

“Yeah what?” Kyle asked suspiciously. Looking at Roddy suspiciously.

“The voices.” Roddy answered you. Slowly taking small steps to a room.

“I hear them too.” Adam spoke.

“Yeah, me too.” Bobby agreed.

You craned your neck to look at Kyle. Giving him a questionable look. Kyle shook his head.

“Oh my god.” Roddy gasped out. Making your heart rate increase. You felt like you were going to be sick.

“What?” You barely gasped out.

“It’s her.” Roddy trembled out.

“Her, her as in the wife?” You asked. Feeling a shiver run down the back of your spine. Your hairs sticking up. Roddy nodded. Looking at you with scared eyes.

Then he just laughed his whole demeanor changing.

“That’s not funny Roddy.” You grunted out. Finally pulling away from him and letting go of Kyle’s hand. you pushed past Bobby and Adam, who were laughing. Walking down the stairs and out of the house.

Kyle gave Roddy a disappointed look. As much as he thought the prank was a good one, you were his girlfriend and your feelings mattered to him.

“Guys, that wasn’t cool.” Kyle spoke. Making Roddy, Bobby and Adam look at him.

“Oh come on Kyle, it was funny. You should have seen her face it was all like…” Roddy defended himself. Mocking your scared facial expressions. Kyle gave him a blank expression.

“Yes, but you shouldn’t play her like that.” Kyle huffed out. Shaking his head disapprovingly. Turning around and going after you.

“Whipped.” Adam and Roddy joked. Making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Babe…” Kyle spoke.

“He is such an asshole.” You grunted. As Kyle wrapped his arms around you from behind you. Resting his chin against your shoulder.

“I know. It’s okay.” Kyle spoke softly.

“I hate him.” You grumbled. Making Kyle smile.

“I will hold him down while you beat him up.” Kyle spoke. Winking at you. you craned your neck to look at him. Letting out a chuckle. As you smiled at him.

“Y/n, I am so sorry y/n.” Roddy apologized. Making Kyle and you look in the direction of Roddy. He came towards the both of you. Adam and Bobby following close behind.

“I still hate you, but I accept your apology.” You mumbled.

Roddy quickly pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. Making Kyle smile. Bobby and Adam joined in the hug as well as Kyle.

“I’ll make it up to you. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Roddy exclaimed. Pulling away from the hug. The rest of the boys doing the same.

Roddy wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while Kyle put his arm around your waist. The boys and you walking away from the house. What the boys and you failed to realize was that there were three ghostly apparitions near the window, watching the boys and you walk off…

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