#and literally the biggest confidence boosts I could ever imagine ^^

[pixlstxrs]

They live in my head rent-free

(View full image for better quality! Unless it’s just blurry on my end, oh well)

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Okay I feel about ready to talk about Shadow Gens. Please assume spoilers. I've like 99.9% completed it btw, literally just the hard mode bosses and like a straggler S rank or two that I'll actually need to try for, and then I'm like done done. But yeah no I think this game is really fucking good lol. Gonna do bullet points for this since I have a lot to say and no idea how to segue any of it into one another

Shadow feels... I think the best that any character has felt in the boost era? Like they just got his controls and his physics and stuff so right. I've never felt so confident controlling a character in 3D Sonic since the Adventure games.

The level design I would sort of describe as being like a fusion of Unleashed and the Frontiers cyberspace stages. There aren't quite as many brancing paths as Generations proper and you're typically being tasked with reaction obstacles to end up on those other paths, although it's not as demanding as Unleashed. Bit wider and better feeling than Cyberspace too. You will often end up in pretty different parts of levels by finding and capitalising on shortcuts and stuff. Kingdom Valley is the best stage in the game, it's just so sprawling and expansive and so fucking pretty.

White Space pulls from Frontiers' open zone style in being a 3D hub world playground thing, although it's a lot smaller and more congested which fits this game really well. It's fun to run around in and looks really nice, and I think it actually has enough memorable locations to where you don't even really need the map that much to know where you're going (although that's more true after you've done the missions since then colour is restored and stuff)

The missions are pretty decent, I'd put them above Generations proper - they tend to do a solid job testing you in your ability to use Shadow's various skills and stuff, although they are perhaps a little on the shorter side. I was going for 100% from the get-go so if you're just speeding to the end I don't really know how the missions do progression so no comment there lol.

Biolizard is a fairly boring boss, but also the first one so sort of a tutorial. Metal Overlord is really fun, and has a surprisingly tight S rank I enjoyed going for. Mephiles is a little repetitive but honestly his dialogue in the fight is so good that I wasn't caring - he's actually more endearing in this game than he ever has been. Our final boss, Devil Doom, is a Metal Overlord reskin at first which is eh, but turns original and is then pretty fun. Final phase is a nice twist on the usual Super form final boss, although ngl you get the Doom Wings like a stage prior and all they do is glide so it took me like a solid minute to realise I was able to move up and down in this phase. This isn't a criticism but I'm kinda disappointed Shadow didn't finish Black Doom off with a Chaos Blast, it just would've been raw as fuck is all.

There isn't actually much of a story here but what is there is fine. Maria is really likeable. Could've been cool to spend a bit more time in Gerald's head. Shadow's the best he's been since 06. Black Doom does his job well enough. I think in a more filled out version of this story we could grapple more with Shadow losing control to the Doom Powers as well as his conflict regarding staying with Maria and Gerald, but it's all good. The fake Emerald ploy was funny to see although it was a bit of an odd pull. I made sure to talk to the NPCs constantly and everyone's got a lot of really good dialogue, Big and Omega especially.

Chaos Control is very fun, I almost wish the game contrived more excuses to use it.

I like the Doom Powers a fair amount, although they lead into my biggest and only real issue with this game, and it's that the Doom Powers are all very... maybe situational is a bit harsh? But you can only really use them in the contexts the game wants you to use them.

I was really excited for Doom Blast I imagined you'd get to do some like crazy speedrunning shit where you throw an enemy somewhere crazy and teleport to them and shit - and technically you can do that but the range is limited and they're never really positioned in a way that accomodates that - instead there'll be like one or two highlighted areas to blast them to, and it's definitely fun I enjoy doing it a lot but it has potential for more.

Chaos and Doom Spears it's sort of the same - they activate some context-sensitive buttons and disable enemies for a short time, except the latter one only really matters if the enemy can't be attacked for some reason anyway. Again, fun - it feels like the sort of Unleashed reaction based press the right button thing, train your eye to see an enemy with like an electric barrier or something and you know you gotta Doom Spear before you homing attack - I do like it. But I think there could be more.

I think Iizuka said we might get more Shadow games or playable Shadow in Sonic games or something if this does well, and it seems to be doing well. With that said then I hope Doom Blast and Spears are iterated on. They don't feel tied to the Black Arms in the same way as the other Doom Powers so you could just give them to Shadow without it feeling weird and it'd be very fun and stuff.

Morph, Surf and Wing are all a lot more specific to this game and this setting and I don't really need them to return. Morph is actually quite hard to use, I don't think the game does a good job teaching you how its swinging vs propelling itself thing works. I like Surf. Wings are rather overpowered for use in normal levels but you don't unlock them until right near the end so hey. But just playing the levels normally is more fun than gliding over them.

Everything I said about liking the levels earlier is true but I do think they're a little easy and could stand to be on the harder side. Like the Doom Powers and Chaos Control and stuff are supposed to enable cool shortcuts but they're so telegraphed and reactable that instead of it feeling like "if you're good at the game you're rewarded with shortcuts" it feels a bit more like "as long as you can hold a controller you'll probably always be on the fastest route" which is a little sad.

The White Space treasure chests and rocket parts are quite fun to collect although I sort of wish they had like a radar or something because by the time you've gotten most of them you're just gonna have to start running around the world aimlessly until you chance upon whatever you missed. I spent 40 minutes on the last 2 parts.

Collection room is kino.

I think Iizuka said the Terios skin would almost make you feel like you were playing a different game but it has all of Shadow's animations down to the skating so it looks a little awkward. Neat bonus though.

I am considerably excited for the Movie Shadow DLC

I think that's it. tl;dr very good game, very little in the way of like meaningful flaws, they cooked so hard with this Shadow they have to keep him going forward, this is the best control in any boost title.

[kkusuka]

HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx​ request  hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is 

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all? 

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

 that's not even it,  he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

OR

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex 

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a  turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys 

Wants to show off that you are his 

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them 

[dokifluffs]

Kissing His Forehead | Himekawa, Nishinoya, Bokuto

Pairings: Himekawa X Reader (gender neutral), Nishinoya X Reader (gender neutral), Bokuto X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fluffyyyy 🥺

Author’s Note: Based on a question I got and I couldn’t resist and it’s time to widen my circle of who i write for tehe

Warning: spoilers to season 3 of the show in noya’s!! 

Kissing Their Foreheads | Hinata, Aone, Tsukishima // Kissing Their Foreheads | Oikawa, Kuroo, Osamu // Kissing Their Foreheads | Akaashi, Atsumu // Kissing Their Foreheads | Kenma, iwaizumi, Sakusa

Himekawa: MY LITERAL BABEY OMG

The stadium was huge, filled with hundreds of people on the audience, all cheering and rooting for their favorite teams

The ceiling was higher than Aoi could ever imagine, lights brighter than ever now that he was standing here at nationals after only seeing older teams play here on tv

He made it with his team, tsubakihara academy

His heart raced rapidly in his chest, filling his ears, it almost blocked out the sound of the announcers as they announced the girls’ teams

He waited outside with all the other teams in line waiting to be announced

The pressure was killer as all the teams lined up and half of them would be gone after today

He wanted to win, he wanted to be the number one team in the nation

But his hands were shaking just before it started

Everyone around him looked so stoic, some so tall and proud in their jerseys

Why couldn’t he be the same as the others?

He clenched his trembling hands, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on his breathing to gather himself

It was almost time. They were about to be called

His eyes shot open feeling the sudden nudge in his arm, turning to see you

You wore a special badge only tsubakihara’s manager had

“Y/N? What’re you doing down here?” His voice cracked through the lump in his throat

“I have to go to the audience section soon but I just had to do this.”

Before he could even ask what, you gently cupped his face, tilting his head down and pushing his hair up, making a clearing on his forehead

You pressed a long kiss right below his yellow headband

“You’ll be okay,” you pulled back, your thumbs rubbing over his dusted pink cheeks, burning beneath your touch. “Good luck, Aoi.”

“I’ll see you later,” you waved as you went off, returning the badge to the team manager, leaving the special area

Aoi’s Heart couldn’t stop racing but for a different reason now- for you

He felt a great wave of confidence wash through him as the doors opened, making way for his team as they followed the previous team standing beside them, walking proudly on the bright teal colored floors

Nishinoya: 

You couldn’t believe your eyes

The gym roared as the karasuno student section roared at the major win they had just achieved

Karasuno had best Shirstorizawa with the third top ace in the entire country, ushiwaka

The third years celebrated on the court, the rest of the team breaking down, clumping and jumping onto each other in a giant pile

It finally happened

Karasuno would be going to nationals

The shiratorizawa student section and team has gone quiet in disbelief at the outcome where only a smal percentile actually believed Karasuno would win

The great powerhouse school was defeated

You could feel your own eyes watering at the notion, your own heart pumping at watching this intense game that had everyone gripping the edge of their seats

You watched alongside Yachi and tanaka’s sister as Karasuno was announced the winner, representatives for Miyagi in the tournament

Your legs carried you faster than you imagined as everyone began to gather their belongings to head back to the bus to make their way back to Karasuno

“Noya!” You called as you made it down to the court level, running to him

“Oh, Y/N!” Tanaka and Noya called as you sped to your best friends

“Congratulations!” You took a hold of Noah’s head and out of emotions pressed a kiss to his forehead and turning to Tanaka for a hug

The team watched amazed, seeing how Nishinoya would react after knowing he had the biggest crush on you forever

With the adrenaline from the game still pumping in his body now mixing with his feelings for you and how you just k i s s e d him, he almost imploded right then and there

“You all did so well,” you congratulated the team, giving a double high five to Hinata as he bounced higher above you, getting tired remarks from tsukishima, asking how he still had this much energy

Turning back to Noya, he was as frozen as a statue

“Oi, Noya, come on. We have to go,” Tanaka smacked his back. “You’re riding the bus back with us, right?”

“Yep!” You beamed. “Should I give him another one?” You waved your hand above his eyes

“YES!” He boomed.

Bokuto: 

The volleyballs hit the ground with loud booms as you watched from the sides, still amazed at how strong Bokuto was

However, none of is straights we’re going in or they were all getting blocked by Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo

The gym the four of you were in was humid from the summer heat that had been beaming down all day

“Damn it!” Bokuto collapses to his knees with a thud

Akaashi let out a sigh already pointing out which number weakness this was

Bokuto’s mood was already pretty down after the training day today, having missing most of his shots or the other team blocked him or was able to dig up his hits

Today was just an off day and he couldn’t help but blame himself

Akaashi and Kuroo took a break as Bokuto balled himself in the middle of the court, hugging his knees

You handed them their towels and water bottles

“Was it really that bad today?” You asked as Akaashi sat himself down beside you

“Nothing worked.” He shook his head

All the compliments and tactics Akaashi and the team usually used to bring out the best in Bokuto was proven to be useless

“Would you please?” Akaashi looked to you, pleading with his eyes

“Leave it to me,” you bounced out of your seat on the bleachers

“Ko~ta~ro~” you sung his name as you came from behind and lightly chopped his shoulders as you walked around him, kneeling down until you were in front of him

He looked at you with the saddest eyes, his hair droopy

“Why’re you so mopey, baby?” He pouted, tilting your head the same way he did

“You’re the ace. This is just a little bump, right?” You cupped his cheek and rubbed your thumb over it

“Remember your ways of the ace.” You held up the shirt of his you wore, reminding him who he was and the principles he followed

“You’ll always be my ace, Kotaro,” you said low enough for it to be just between you two but with the gym silent with Kuroo and Akaashi watching your ways from behind, they could hear just a little bit of what you said

You leaned close and pressed a kiss to his forehead and cheek that instantly boosted his mood

Before you could even react, Bokuto kept from his little ball and tackled you into his arms, turning his body so his back landed on the floor with you on top of him

He smothered your face with kisses, showering you with his love

“What a simp,” Kuroo scoffed as he set his things down

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[peach-pops]

hai! i love your hc so much and i just done reading the akaashi with karasuno's manager, it's so cute! can you please make it again but with kuroo or tsukishima? thanks a lot 😄🖤

I frickin love Kuroo so this was just so easy to write. Like as I was writing this, I was making myself giddy UGH I wish he was real. ANYWAY I still used the training camp storyline because those episodes just hit differently. Also keep sending requests!

Kuroo’s Crush on the Karasuno Manager 

I always make it a point to say that Kuroo is a huge dork but I firmly believe that when he is interested in someone, he will stop at nothing to make it known how he feels so keep that in mind

When the training camp starts, Kuroo is actually pretty excited because he has friends on the other teams and it just makes the experience more fun than playing against strangers

He knows that Karasuno is coming but he is totally caught off guard when he sees you walk in with the team because the last time Nekoma played against Karasuno, you weren’t a manager so Kuroo is like ???? pretty girl????

Kuroo does a double-take when he sees you and he is not ashamed to stare at you from across the gym. I know in his mind he’s thinking “ what the hell are they putting in Karasuno’s water?” because literally everyone from Karasuno is hot and that’s a fact

You can feel a pair of eyes on you but in a room full of people it’s kinda hard to pinpoint who but when you see Kuroo staring back at you, you almost choke on your water because you think he’s too attractive to even be real

“ Y/N-are you okay?” You feel Daichi pat your back as you nod back quickly and you literally face the opposite direction because you’re so embarrassed

It doesn’t last long because now, you have to get into manager mode since Nekoma and Karasuno are on the court next 

During the game, Kuroo is absolutely killing it I mean this dude is always on his toes but he’s moving faster than ever today because he wants to get your attention 

You’re more focused on your team since you have to take notes but whenever Kuroo makes a point, you both look up at each other and he smiles as if he’s confirming that you saw his shot 

Of course, Nekoma ends up winning and while the Karasuno boys are outside running for losing, Kuroo uses this chance to try and talk to you 

“ I couldn’t help but notice that I caught your attention, like what you see?” 

“ Oh please, don’t let it get to your head. I’m just doing my job Captain.” 

Kuroo feels his confidence boost up when he hears you call him that because you know that dude lets it go straight to his head

“ So now we have nicknames for each other? This is perfect I was already creating a list of what I could call you, how does future wife sound?” 

“ Wow. That was.... terrible. You really need to work on your flirting skills cause this won’t work on other girls.” 

“ Does that mean it’s working on you?” 

You shake your head and laugh as you look off to the side like you’re on the office because bruh, of course, it’s working on you but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction 

He uses the pause in the conversation to introduce himself but right after you introduce yourself, you get called to help the boys with their water

Daichi is totally staring Kuroo down btw 

You say your quick goodbyes but even as your walking away, Kuroo is still standing there with his hands on his hips and a huge smirk on his face because while you’re not giving into him completely, he loves a challenge 

Most of the day, Nekoma and Karasuno are both on their own courts playing matches at different times of the day and it seems like every time you both have a free minute, something always comes up 

Kuroo actually feels super down because he actually wants to have a conversation with you but you’re super busy during dinner 

plus he can’t get a word in around you when the Karasuno boys are guarding you like hawks 

You were feeling so drained from the day so after dinner, you go straight to bed but in the middle of the night you have to use the restroom so you get up and walk over in the dark to the nearest one which is down the hall 

You’re pretty freaked out because it is pretty dark and before bed, the boys were telling scary stories so you were definitely paranoid that someone was going to come up from behind a corner and murder you 

After you finished up in the bathroom, you walked back to the room but you bump into someone and you could feel your soul leave your body and you let out the wimpiest shriek ever 

“ Wha- It’s me!” Kuroo whispers loudly before he lets out a louder laugh,” you are so easy to scare I didn’t even do anything!”

“ I was not scared! I was just startled...there’s a difference. What are you even doing up?” 

Kuroo holds up some money and nods towards the end of the hallway,” Vending machine, you should come with me. I can walk you back to your room after so you don’t get scared again and wake up the whole school.” 

You let out an annoyed huff but you walk side by side with Kuroo as the two of you silently chat about how the training camp is going

Even though there’s hardly enough light, Kuroo still can’t help but stare at you when you’re not looking up at him. 

He knows everything between the two of you is just playful for now but he knows he is already catching feelings and he hasn’t even known you for a full day

Kuroo gets two drinks in the vending machine and hands you one before he sits down against the wall. He uses it to see if you’ll join him or not and luckily you accept his offer and sit down right beside him 

“ You know, we’re gonna beat Karasuno again tomorrow, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“ That’s pretty bold of you to say. You’ve seen how the guys play, they’re starting to get a real rhythm going and I wouldn’t be surprised if we turn things around tomorrow” You smirked as you leaned your head against the wall. 

The thing about Kuroo was that gears were always turning in his head and working overtime. He wasn’t a crazy overthinker by any means but he was always thinking of ideas so he started developing a plan in his head

“ Tell you what, let’s make a bet right here. If Nekoma wins tomorrow, you have to go on a date with me.” 

LOOK AND LISTEN  Kuroo is hardly ever this bold with a girl he likes no matter what anybody says but he knows that there’s a small possibility that could say yes and that’s all he needs to boost his ego 

“ And what if you guys lose?” 

“ Trust me, we won’t lose, shake on it?” 

You look down at Kuroo’s hand and without a second thought, you shake it softly,” Good luck Captain. You’ll need it.” 

TRUST ME Kuroo did not get a wink of sleep because all he could think about that night was where he would take you two on a date because obviously, he knew Nekoma would win, especially now since he had even more motivation than the day before 

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous to watch Karasuno and Nekoma’s game because after all, it wasn’t like it was a real tournament but you could feel that the overall vibe on the court gym was different

If you thought Kuroo was playing aggressively yesterday, than oh boy you were in for it when this game rolled through 

Not a single ball went through Kuroo when he was at the front. This boy was DETERMINED to land a date with you 

With every point Nekoma lost, that only fueled Kuroo to do even better than before and it was no surprise that Nekoma took both sets

After the teams shook hands and thanked each other for the game, Kuroo headed straight towards you with the biggest smile on his face

“ So, what do you think?”

“ Mm, I think you’re pretty sweaty to be honest,” you laughed as Kuroo used the back of his hand to wipe his forehead,” but congratulations, you actually weren’t half bad. I’m guessing I owe you a date then?” 

“ Yep, seems like it. Although if you want to go ahead and congratulate me in some other way, I wouldn’t stop you,” Kuroo tapped his cheek with his finger as he leaned his head down for you to kiss his cheek.

OMG IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM JUST IMAGINE GAHHHH

You rolled your eyes as you felt the eyes of some of the Nekoma and Karasuno players looking towards the two of you. You stood up on your tippy-toes as you pressed a light kiss onto his cheek which earned some oooooos from Nekoma  and curses from Karasuno 

“ KUROO STEP AWAY FROM HER IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!”

“ Aw that’s cute, look at Daichi being protective.” 

“ Um, no,he’s serious. You should really go now.”

[lovingkaede]

I enjoyed sally's mask ask with sdr2 cast can i have same but with ndrv3 cast?

Here you go, anon! I hope you enjoy this — you also requested this with THH cast so I’ll be writing that today, too! :D -Mod Kaede

Shuichi Saihara

He is aware of your boundaries so he won’t pressure you about it but he is really curious of your face!

The first time he met you he thought you were wearing it because you lacked confidence but when he found out the real reason he felt sorry for you

If you were to take your mask off in front of him, he wouldn’t look away though he’d be shocked but also happy that you trust him enough—he gets really emotional🥺and sweet🥺

He doesn’t really mind your appearance. He fell in love with you because of your personality and he still thinks you’re the (most beautiful/handsome) prettiest person in the world!!

Kaito Momota

He’s so noisy about it LMAO

Constantly begs you to take it off and he acts like literally a child—i ain’t joking😌😌

Though he knows his limits and will stop insisting once he senses it annoys you-

If you trust him enough to take your mask off in front of him, he’ll be more than excited

Once you take it off he’ll give you A HUG because he wants you to know he APPRECIATES it

If anyone dares to hurt you or judge you he’ll back 🤺 them 🤺 off 🤺 grrr

Not on his watch😌

Ryoma Hoshi

He’s a member of “Appearance? More like Personality ✨✨” Squad

Seriously though, he isn’t even gonna ask you to take it off. If you felt confident enough about it, you would and he knows that

Doesn’t pressure you not even a bit🥺

If you were to say something like “You won’t probably like it,” he’ll disagree as soon as you say that. He’s like: Not in my house.

He wouldn’t be against the idea of you taking off your mask when you two are spending time alone.

If you took your mask off in front of him, he wouldn’t think pity, he’d just feel sorry that you’ve had gone through something so harsh.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta, being the gentleman he is, won’t let anyone or anything hurt you🥺

He’s probably the most understanding one bahahah

He’s the type that will caress your wounds and will tell you how amazing you are if you’re having struggles or looking down on yourself

Just stoooooop. Gonta thinks you’re amazing and you don’t deserve this!

Gonta won’t judge you if you were to take your mask off in front of him—he wouldn’t mind your appearance—he’s the type that will compliment about it!!

But he means it. You’re pretty/beautiful/handsome just the way you are!

Kokichi Ouma

Aaww, he’ll do anything to see what’s behind that mask of yours!

He’s asking you many questions and messing with you—simply does anything for you to take off your mask (didn’t pass the vibe check)

But I feel like he’d stop if you told him to- THANK GOD

He’d be reaaaally impressed by your appearance and if you were to look down on yourself—well, let’s say you’ll be receiving LOTS OF KISSES AND LOVE

“You look stunning and that’s no lie, S/O!”

He thinks you’re so charming, literally flawless. Tell them, Kokichi 😌

Still a perfect match, hehe

Korekiyo Shinguji

Same people different fonts

He’s already blinded by u!! If you were to take off your mask you’d just make him love you more bahahah 💀

Nothing really changes, he just admires you

He doesn’t mind if you decide to wear your mask, he’ll let you know he’s gonna accept you anyways,

He’s ready to tell you nice words and show his affection if you’re feeling insecure

“S/o, I can’t believe you were hiding this from me. You’re still breathtaking.” ajjejtjrkgfgk he’s cheesy like that<3 kthkyhhjj he’s just being sweet

Your appearance don’t really matter to him since he fell in love because of your personality and your beautiful nature🥺🥺

Rantaro Amami

He’s a chill guy but when it comes to you I can say he’s the sweetest one around <3

He’s so easygoing and will not hesitate to tell you how beautiful you are needed or not aejtkktg

He’s like your biggest supporter!!!

You taking off your mask around him means so much to him because it basically means you trust him enough to do that and he holds back his tears all the time:(

Fuck it. Not only that, you trusting him itself means the world to him😩💞💞

Rantaro, you guys have been together for a long time now lmao why’re you so surprised-

Let him have his happiness

K1-B0 (Kiibo)

He. 🥺

He kiNd oF wants you to know that you’re the prettiest human he has ever seen

And if you’re having a hard time accepting this absolute TRUTH, he’ll take that as an insult

He’s reaaally curious of your face but he doesn’t know how to bring it up and always stutters and embarasses himself so do a favor for him and tell him it’s okay

When you first took off your mask he,, screamed because he thought you dropped your mask and didn’t do that intentionally😤

He stared for a sec,, then looked away because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, pff:(

But if you assure him it wasn’t a mistake, he’ll tell you the sweetest words you’ll ever hear🥺

Kaede Akamatsu

I kin her sm omg

She thinks you’re a literal sunshine and you didn’t deserve this

Neverthless she LOVES you and will let you know that anytime or anywhere!

She’ll support you and will tell you nice things about you if you’re seeking support 🤧

Respects your boundaries but can’t help but wonder about your face, too

So when you took it off for the first time she was so hyped about it!!

She thinks you have an angel’s face, it’s such a shame you had to go through that

Insists on keeping your mask off when you two are alone, if you say yes she’ll gonna be so happy about it aah

Tenko Chabashira

She couldn’t help but imagine how you looked like behind that mask of yours

You had to scold her multiple times for daydreaming too much, ugh

She thinks you still look stunning! You’re her S/o, there’s no way you’d look otherwise!

And she means that.

The first time she saw you she stared you for way TOO MUCH and you had to ask if anything’s wrong ajtkgrerkhhk

And she just says it’s because you look so pretty without your mask rkykyyjhjj 💍🧎‍♀️

She’ll ask for you to take off your mask more often

So you keep it off just to see her reactions and she boosts your ego with her kind words

Just kiss already smh 🙄

Tsumugi Shirogane

Okay but she was fangirling over you?? Before even you took off your mask??

Yes, your personality was what mattered to her the most. She loved how sweet, how nice you are to her🥰

If you were to call yourself mean things, she’d immediately disagree! “But how could you, S/o?... I think you’re really pretty...! With or without mask.”

If you’re having insecurities she’ll be there for you—her easygoing nature and kind words really helps you!

The first time you took off your mask...? *Fangirl Tsumugi noises* She had a nosebleed lmao

“You’re so beautiful/handsome, S/O!!!”

Maki Harukawa

She won’t ask you to show your face unless you mention it

She acts cool

But inside, she’s begging you to take your mask off so she can see your blessing face😤

Won’t admit but she already knew you looked cute under it, pff

“S/o, why you still bother to wear it? You know, you don’t have to when it’s just me and you,”

Bahahahah she’s finding excuses just to see your face-

If looks could kill, she’d die from your beauty but will she ever tell you that? Nope.

Also will kill anyone that dares to attempt hurting your feelings, I mean how could they?

She feels sorry for you and understands you. As her S/o, you’re someone she can open up to and is actually grateful you can open up to her as well🥺

Angie Yonaga

You didn’t even have to take off your mask in the first place because she was already ready to accept you!!!

She thinks you’re already perfect

If you were to take off your mask she’d have a big smile on her face and would give you cute compliments about it just to express her happiness

“S/o, even Atua thinks you’re breathtaking!” Yeah, and by compliments I mean she conveys compliments told by Atua.

They’re her true thoughts

She thinks you’re so precious you even inspire her to do more art ✨✨ Whenever you are around she feels herself filled with passion

Since you make her feel at her best, she’ll do the same for you. Her favorite thing to do is planting kisses on your face.

Himiko Yumeno

At first she might look as if she isn’t really interested about your appearance

But that’s just her nature. She’s actually curious in her own unique way but doesn’t know how to bring that up

Even though compliments from her are rare, they always make you feel better about yourself because they’re coming from HER

But how she wants to see your face? She’ll probably say stuff like her magic can cure your face or something like that lmao

But when you actually take it off, she just forgot her words

“Your face doesn’t need my magic, S/o. It’s already perfect.”

You’re like: 💆‍♀️

But at the same time: 🥺

Kirumi Tojo

As the amazing person you are, your mood being as amazing as you are is one of her priorities

So if you’re feeling down, she’ll be there for you until you’re feeling better

Holding you, cuddling, telling you nice words etc.

You’re someone she can be relaxed around, so she wants you to feel the same

So she’ll politely ask you to take off your mask when she’s around you, which you’ll agree after thinking a little about it

She doesn’t judge you and she’s down to do anything to tell you she appreciates your existence

Which makes you feel a lot better about yourself

“S/O, please know that I’m here for you anytime. And know that you’re pretty.”

Miu Iruma

Hahahah this girl

This girl wanted to see you so much that she literally kneeled down and cried to you

Seeing her like this, you played along a bit more, it was fun seeing her cry like that

“Okay, okay, stop. But don’t freak out, okay...?”

She didn’t get what you exactly mean. Did you look bad??

When you took off your mask she was even more confused. Because there stood you that looked as much as pretty as her???

No! She can’t drool over you now!

“What?! You’ve been hiding this from me? What’s wrong with you, S/O? You’re so hot!”

And she boosts your ego like that even when you don’t need it

If nobody got you, Miu got you, amen

Aahhh this took so long aıekfgkrkfgkkhj REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! And you can always dm me if you want!! :) -Mod Kaede

[ererokii]

— broken strings and beautiful melodies

diluc r. x f!reader

Word Count: 9.6k Warnings: major character death, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, gore, this does not follow the og plot and lore/ some spoilers for “We Will be Reunited” Archon Quest Note: this is for Attack On Academia’s Mythology Summer Collab! Please be sure to check out the masterlist for everyone else’s works. They all worked super hard and it turned out amazing! And big thanks to @reddriot and @axther for betaing <3

Synopsis: A simple love story between the Pyro Archon, and a mortal.

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Another four days pass and it’s finally Friday. Fridays at Angel’s Share were no different from the ones prior. Exhausted adventurers and townspeople venture inside the tavern to drink their woes away, to forget, or to have a great time. It was annoying, to say the least—hearing the laughter and cheers bouncing off the walls.

However, Diluc had to say nothing was worse than a certain pigtail braided bard strutting in with his lyre. The redhead had no choice but to serve the bard his choice of drinks after figuring out his true identity (although he still makes him pay the whole total—even if the singer can’t find a way to pay). 

Like before, the bartender lifts his head up, crimson eyes boring into the crowd gathering beside the bard at the nearby table. 

The bard’s soft voice matches with the melody of his lyre, fingers pulling and gracefully sliding past the strings. His eyes closed, telling a story to the nearby peers and the quiet man standing behind the counter. A tale Diluc heard once, yet it weighed on him all the same.

“The story of this archon is no better than the rest, yet, the most tragic comes from the debris of war. The god of War was like no other. Loads of strength, yet grief and sorrows weigh him down like an anchor in the vast ocean. Love is a mere factor, yet love is one of the many things the god brought ruin to.”

-

With heavy footsteps, a red-haired male walks along the dirt path in no shoes, wearing the silkiest of robes one could ever obtain. He hums to himself, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his face, letting out a huff of annoyance when it falls right back into the same position as before. 

He breathes in the crisp air of the summer night, relishing the winds that brush across his skin. Summers in Natlan were one of a kind. While it was scorching in the morning, when the night came around, all was calm. The harsh rays turned into blissful winds that cleansed the land of heat. 

During the other seasons, it was never too cold, nor was it ever too hot. The temperature was just right for all men, women and children. 

Located in the southwestern region of Teyvat, Natlan was home to the Pyro Archon, known as The God of War. The god, Murata, is unlike any other god. Ruthless and fierce, he does not handle any threat lightly. Anything thrown his way, he does not hesitate. With kindness and love, Murata will no doubt protect his nation.

His statues are scattered across the land. Standing with his formal rags and cloak that shields his face, Murata holds his claymore in his right hand, the tip pointing down to symbolize his foes beneath him as he celebrates in victory.

In the night sky, his statues act like lights to guide those on safe journeys home or to neighboring nations. Along with being guides, the structures are used for a place of reverence. Often many would journey far and wide to pay thanks for everything he has done. 

In the center lies the biggest of them all, flowers and candles are set up around it for ceremonial purposes. Every night new plants were replaced for the days to come. Like the other Archons, Murata was grateful for his people. When roaming the land, he spots commoners on their knees by the base of the statue during the late of night or the crack of dawn. Not wanting to disturb, the archon watches from afar. 

Today is different. Murata continues to walk along the path, listening to the noises coming from the forest animals and the creeks as the waters begin to rush at this hour of the night. He can’t help but let out the faintest of hums at the sounds of nature. 

He reaches for the side of his face, tucking a red strand behind his ear. Often the god will put his hair up into a low or high ponytail, but for outings in the cool atmosphere, he prefers to wear it down. His powers were compared to his hair many times. When describing his appearance, he listens to the children exaggerate saying his hair is literal flames that he can produce from the palm of his hands. Of course, this is nowhere near true, but a child’s imagination is quite amusing. 

In the distance, his crimson hues bore straight ahead at the small flickering light. 

“Someone must be up now,” he whispers to himself, debating on leaving them alone but instead, chooses to go up ahead and observe from a closer proximity. Muratans knew what their god looked like. He comes out during the day to pay visits but never for long periods of time. 

As quick as they see him, it's as quick as they’ll see him leave. No one can ever hold his attention for too long. 

The sound of strings being played can be heard from his spot-- and he halts. A lyre, one of his favorite pastimes and favorite instruments. 

Over the hill is a figure sitting beside the statue, back turned to him but he can see the movement of their arm. Curious, Murata continues to stalk forward quietly, not wanting to disturb the worshipper. 

The melody played is show-stopping in his eyes. He wonders if Celestia had sent down someone he was unaware of to play this just for him, and only him. If anything, he could settle on the grass and listen to them play for ages on end, wearying his immortal days out. Music was the only thing that could settle him, but not forever. 

Now, he's a mere few steps away from the cloaked figure. His face is lit up by the candles by his feet. His tongue peeks out of his lips as an unknown feeling bursts through his body. His palms felt sweaty and his heart rate increased. 

He winces when the wrong note is played, gritting his teeth together. The redhead doesn’t think much until a force pushes him backward.

“W-Why are you standing there watching me?! Don’t you know this place is meant for us to come together, not to be creepy like you just were right now?!”

“W-What?” he whispers in surprise, bringing a hand to cover his nose that suddenly feels wet. He pulls away, noticing the red drops on his skin. Blood.

“Don’t question me that way! You know exactly what you were doing…  A pig is what you are. Oh, just you wait until Murata finds out about this.”

“Murata huh?” he questions, wiping his hand on the grass, watching the blood dissolve into nothing-- the red trails of blood trickling down his nose come to an unsuspecting halt.

He clears his throat and comes to stand, staring down at the figure behind him. With the candlelight, a glimpse of crimson eyes and matching hair can be seen. In a matter of seconds, it's silent. Until there is a subtle gasp.

It amuses the Archon greatly to see a change in behavior and the fear present in the civilian's eyes. He wouldn’t dare try anything to her, but maybe it would lighten the mood if he did.

With desperate breaths of air, you reach forward and grab ahold of the man's hands, squeezing as hard as you could. “M-My Lord, I deeply apologize for my behavior! Please forgive me! I was foolish!”

“No need to be formal all of a sudden…mistakes are made and all can be forgiven. I must say, you are quite gifted with that instrument in your hand.”

Your face heats up, suddenly finding the ground much more interesting than him as you gaze down. Your god had just complimented you and yet here you are losing the composure you had seconds ago. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, hand clutching the lyre close to your chest. “It’s an honor to hear such wonderful words, especially coming from you.”

Murata stares down, an unexplainable look upon his face. Then, he smiles. 

“Your name?”

“Pardon?”

“What is your name? As someone as gifted as you, I think you deserve to have your name remembered.”

“My name is Y/N. For some reason, your kind words seem to boost my confidence. I normally don’t play in front of people, I’m too shy and afraid of their judgement. I only like to play in front of the statue… or in this case, you.”

“How about you play for me again?”

-

The angelic sounds of your lyre had been played more often since you’ve met the god. The night was when you shined, when no one was around to listen or stare at you. The dark sky made you feel alone, yet you were at peace. You found pleasure in playing for the Pyro Archon statue, yet having him sitting beside you and listening made your heart beat just a bit more than before.

During the day, you find yourself sitting under the big oak trees, the sunlight peeking through the leaves and shining upon you two. Murata lays close to you, eyes shut and lashes resting against his upper cheeks as the song lulls him to a quick nap or a state of serenity. 

He’ll comment on a subtle note, saying how he loves the pitch, or give recommendations. Many times Murata has taken your instrument and played a tune or two for you. He says every gentleman should at least know how to serenade a lady.

As a child, your family spoke highly of him. They even used him as a threat against you when you’ve done something wrong. Now that you look back, it was a mere hoax and it possibly scarred you just a bit. When you first told Murata this, he stared with his lower lip quivering before his shoulders started to shake and then, he let out a laugh. 

“Surely you didn’t believe that, right?”

“I did! I was a child, what else was I supposed to do?! I nearly wet my sheets when my mother told me that you would come and scare me!”

“Well come on now, are you still scared?”

He enjoys seeing you worked up—then again, he loves seeing you play the lyre. He stays quiet and watches your fingers move as if they had a mind of their own. You move with grace, without hesitation. There is no wrong note, no wrong string when you play. Sometimes being here with you in this moment made him feel like he was mortal. Like he was able to live freely.

Being bound to divinity in Celestia, Murata had wandered Teyvat for ages, alone. Each person he had gotten close to, he had to watch them disappear from this world in the shadows. At some point, he even had to pretend to be lost so others could forget about him. If they forgot about Murata, would the load be easier on the Pyro Archon’s shoulder?

But now, you’re aware of his status and who he truly is. If you were to stay by his side, would he be the last thing you see before you pass into the next life? He’s not sure, but he’s hoping that won’t be true. He couldn’t bear with the guilt that will get him worked once more at the thought of another mortal dying in front of his eyes. 

“Murata?” you ask one afternoon, sitting by the same statue you met him for the first time. “What’s it like?”

He steers his gaze away from the clouds and onto you, an eyebrow raised in question. “What is what like?”

“You know—” you start, messing with the material of your dress, head lowered. “Being a god?”

And then he freezes. Out of all the questions you could have possibly asked, this one had to be the most unexpected. 

“Why do you wish to know something like that?”

“I want to know what it’s like. Immortality and eternal beauty sound pretty amazing, doesn’t it?”

“No,” he immediately states, sitting upright. His body looks tense, posture perfect and hands in his lap. However, you notice the small twitch in his fingers, as if he’s thinking. You can hear the heaviness in his breathing—lips parted as the air slips in and out of his mouth.

How can living on this earth for years on end, watching people die in front of you like they are meaningless, be perfect? Is that what people thought about immortality? The faces of past friends from ages ago are nothing but a blob of color in his mind. He can’t remember their faces, nor their voices—only the memories they have shared, and even that is starting to fade away.

Murata cleared his throat, eyes fluttering shut. His chest heaved up slowly, before falling at the same rate. Soon, he opens his eyes and faces you. He reaches up and tightens his high ponytail, running his fingers through the red tresses. “The life of an immortal is not...ideal.”

“There comes a time where living forever is not as good as it seems. A human like yourself might think differently since there is an end to everyone’s journey. Death is inevitable for a human, and almost all are afraid of the end itself. Even… I am afraid there will be a time I will be cursed with that end. But for now, that’s something that rarely crosses my mind..”

And he continues. Murata proceeds to tell you about the drawbacks of being a God. When he speaks, you can see pain flash across his eyes as he recalls a memory of a loving friend who passed before him. He tells you there’s no avoiding this never ending nightmare. If there was a way he could overcome this spell of immortality, he would choose mortal life in an instant. 

He believes nothing good comes with this. In his eyes, everything gets destroyed by his hands. If he hadn’t created this nation, he wouldn’t be here with you, nor would he have people at his feet who love and worship him for everything—for giving them a home. He would be a traveler with no home, or loved ones.

The Archon doesn’t realize how much of his thoughts he spilled until he feels the warmth of another—your hand resting upon his cheek. This alerts him as he jolts, eyes wide as he stares at you. You wear a small smile, head cocked to the side. Your thumb moves on its own, wiping the tear away that dribbles down the swell of his face. 

His body relaxes, shoulders slouching as he relishes your touch, not having been caressed by another, let alone a human. If he’s being honest, it's been at least a century since he has gotten close to another mortal. It’s a foreign feeling, but he loves it nonetheless.

Your soft spoken words are enough for him to be at ease. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue through the suffering.”

In a vulnerable state, the tears continue to flow down his face, arms slithering around your body as he pulls you in close. At first the motion shocks you, but soon you return the action, hand resting on the small of his back and by his head, stroking the soft locks. You can hear the faint sobs that escape his lips and it’s strange. From stories, they state Murata was fierce, barely any emotion in him.

But he looks nothing more than a broken man in need of comfort. 

You press your lips against his head, humming softly to him. His arms tighten around you, a shaky breath slipping past. As much as Murata hates this feeling, but after being alone for as long as Teyvat had been founded, he thinks he deserves to be this close to someone again.

After moments of silence, the god is positioned beside you, hand resting on your thigh and head on your shoulder. His eyes feel heavy, the area feeling irritated and scratchy from his crying. As much as the thoughts still swirl in his head, they seem to be drowned out by the melody you play for him.

He lazily draws organic shapes with the pad of his finger on your skin, eyes beginning to close. 

Your lyre is one of the few beautiful things he has come across in his lifetime. You currently hold the number one spot for the most beauty he has seen but when you sit with your instrument, he swears he can see the wings of an angel behind you. 

He steers his gaze from the lyre to your face, eyes taking in the small details of your visage. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he notices the slip of your tongue peek from your lips, eyebrows creasing in concentration. Along with the melodies, he listens to your small hums as you play a song just for him-- one of worship and love.

His hand runs up your arm, halting your movements at once. Eyes opening, you stare forward for a second before looking down upon him. He recognises your confusion and lets out a laugh, hand trailing up before his thumb rests on your chin, making you keep your gaze on him.

Your face heats up at this interaction, mouth parted. Your breathing becomes uneven when you notice the close proximity. Your stomach flutters, the back of your throat suddenly going dry—no words able to slip through. His chest rises and falls just as quick as your own. 

His tongue peeks through, licking his lower lip. His crimson hues stare at your lips before averting his gaze to your eyes. As much as it’s tempting, now is not the right time.

“Beautiful,” he whispers quietly, for your ears only. “So beautiful… like an angel sent down from the divine...”

- The lyre, made of nature’s resources and carved into the most adoring shapes—the ends curving in different directions and a piece of excess wood piercing straight through the middle with a pointed tip and a rounded end. Made for the best, the lyre contains seven strings that seem to glow throughout the day and the night. 

In the middle, an emerald gem shines embedded on the wood, reflecting the rays of the sun, sparkling for all to see. Around lies the detail of the sun, the soft yellows encircling it. And just beneath that is gold details that resemble the wings of those who are free. Two flowers that are foreign to the land of Natlan are delicately engraved—their colors showing pure innocence.

The Cecilia flowers stay in bloom, never once dying out. Nor has any other grown in their place.

A perfect instrument, one of elegance and purity. Perfect for you. 

The origins of said lyre are unknown, yet when it was given to you as a young child, you didn’t dare question it. Instead, you took it with the biggest grin and thanked your father as many times as you could. You were intelligent and extremely talented. At first, your mother was skeptical of such an object being in the possession of an nine year old, but your father assured it was in safe hands. 

Since then, it’s been by your side to this day. It’s never been out of your grasp and you only let certain trusted people play it. For some reason, seeing others hold the instrument made you feel weird. 

Playing your gift made you feel like you were above the world, like you could ascend to Celestia and play for the gods. It felt as if some sort of divine power surged through your veins and riled you up. And now at the ripe age of 24, having the Pyro Archon by your side as you play for him daily, it feels as if your purpose of living has been complete. 

Seeing his soft smile and slight nods he gives when he's impressed (which is all the time) or when he places his hand on yours to play along with you. Having him close to you makes you feel warm, excited and giddy; almost like a young girl in love.

Which... You won’t lie to yourself about that. 

There have been times during the day where you catch yourself thinking about the red head. Thoughts of him swirl your head as you drift off to sleep and he’s the first thing you think about in the morning. Sometimes you notice that you make motions in the air, like you are stroking something, when in reality, you wish to have his head in your lap again as you play with the loose ends of red tresses.

The god was just so breathtaking. Staring into his eyes was mesmerizing. The color of flames held in his eyes drew you in so far, it felt as if you were walking through a pit of flames. Yet, these flames never extinguished or brought harm to you. 

“You’re lost in thought again,” Murata comments, poking your shoulder with his pointer finger. “You alright there? I don’t need you tripping over a rock or something.”

“Huh?” you ask, glancing over at him. “O-Oh it was nothing. I’m okay.” You offer a not so convincing smile, scratching the nape of your neck in embarrassment. Knowing you for a while, the god offers a nod and looks forward, his hands behind his back, steps in sync with yours.

You let your hand drop, clearing your throat as you hum, filling the silence with some noise. Your eyes wander around the area before gazing up at the tall man beside you. You take notice how the ends of his ponytail sway side to side with every step he takes.  

The apple of your cheeks heat up when you can see his back muscles flex as he straightens his posture. The shirt he wore let your imagination run wild; there was no doubt that Murta was built.

“It’s quite rude to stare,” Murata says out of nowhere, barely glancing over at you. “If you want, I can just stand in front of you so you can actually look at me face to face.”

“Oh be quiet,” you mutter, stepping forward and grabbing hold of his hand—his much larger, covering yours entirely. Upon contact, his fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing softly.

“You know I love messing with you,” he hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, which you respond back to him with a quiet “I know.”

The rest of the walk is filled with comfortable silence. It’s a bit chilly in the land of Natlan. One of the many summer days that turn out to be filled with crisp air and cloudy skies. Storytellers always said if it were cloudy during the season of summer, karma and misfortune was on the way—yet no one believed such lies like that. 

His hand is so warm, you think, glancing down at your conjoined hands. Ever since that day by the giant stone statue of the god where you almost kissed him, his behavior towards you changed drastically. He’s been a bit more touchy (not that it bothered you; in fact, you loved it), holding your hand and somewhat more affectionate. At the end of your day when you would say goodbye, he would pull you close and plant a gentle kiss to your cheek or sometimes even close to your lips.

Just thinking about those actions makes you flustered, looking away from him and out to the open. 

“What do you think it means to be in love?”

Hearing those words from the man beside you causes you to choke on your saliva, hitting your chest to calm your ongoing coughs. When you’re finally composed, you gasp for air and stare at him in shock. “W-What do I think about that?”

“Mhm.” He nods, inhaling deeply, his other hand reaching up into the air as if he was stretching before lowering it. “What do you think it means to be in love? I’m curious as to what you humans think it might be.”

“I-” You gulp, eyes semi wide as you try to wrack your brain for anything. That was not a question you were expecting, especially right now. “W-Why do you want to know? Isn’t love, love?”

“Well, aren't there different ones? Can’t people be in love with parts of someone? Lets say, only being in love with someone for their status in the nation. Or just their looks but not for them. 

“Well… I think being in love with someone means you don’t care about their status or who they look or who they are.”

“Even if they’re a god?”

“Even if they’re a god.” you say confidently, before realizing what he said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Even if they’re a god,” he repeats, stopping in his tracks as he turns to face you. His cheeks are painted with soft pink, red eyes averting from you. 

Murata’s heart is racing, far faster than it ever has in his life. HIs lips are dry, his mouth is parched. His shoulders heave with every deep breath he takes. Does the sweat of his hands bother you? God, he feels like a young boy about to confess his love to a girl he’s been pining over—although he's not completely wrong.

“Murata, what’s wrong?” you ask quietly, tilting yourself a bit to look up into his eyes as his head is lowered. “Are you okay?”

“Why are you so intoxicating?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Y-You’re all I can think of,” he stutters, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t get you out of my mind, even though I shouldn’t get close to those I love and care for. In the end, I’ll be here and be forced to live with this overweighting guilt that rests upon my shoulders as time continues to flow knowing that you’ll be dead.”

A hiccup gets caught in the back of his throat, his thoughts becoming foggy all of a sudden. “I don’t like this feeling. I absolutely despise it.  Many times after we hung out, I thought about disappearing again like I have before I got too close to anyone again. But I can’t let you go, nor will these memories ever go away.”

“Don’t you understand?” he whispers, hand shaking as his grip becomes tighter. “I can’t lose you… you’re too special to me already. I know there will be a day where we part ways forever but I want to be a part of your journey until then.”

His confession throws you for a loop. His words continue playing over and over in your head like a song you learned the night prior. You have this unexplainable feeling in your chest, yet it warms up as the seconds pass. Your whole body feels tingly, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. 

Your quietness is too much for him to handle right now—a bit silly if you were to ask the Archon himself. “Say something,” he mutters, shaking your hand lightly. The redhead can already feel the rejection pooling in the depths of his stomach, eating away at him.

“You... Do you love me?” you whisper, looking up at him with doe like eyes. Murata can’t seem to answer for himself, one hand cupping your cheek. He moves closer, his breath fanning your face. The flames in his eyes gaze into yours, losing himself in the color before he averts down to your lips. A quiet way of asking for consent.

You lean forward, lips barely brushing against his. It’s shy between the two of you. After having such strong feelings for each other, neither of you know how to proceed. No one moves, it feels time has stopped.

You feel him pull away slightly before going back in, his lips fully pressed against yours. His other hand drops yours, instead wrapping his arm around your lower back. Your chest pressed up against his, your finger runs up his side, to the top of his shoulder and around, cradling the back of his neck.

His finger tightens around the material of your coat you wore for the day, using it as leverage to keep you standing. His kisses are soft yet fierce. The softness of his lips and his scent up close are enough to drive you insane, enough to make your knees buckle and make you want more. You want more of him, Murata.

A small grunts leaves his mouth when you tug on his hair. In return, he nibbles on your lower lip, chuckling at the small noise you produce from his motion. It’s becoming harder to breathe as you stay in this position with him. If air wasn’t a necessity, you wouldn’t go for it. 

You pull away from him, panting softly as you gaze up into his eyes. His eyes hold nothing but love and adoration as he peers down at you. The corners of his lips curve upward as he leans in, barely presses against yours again before pulling away. He sneaks in a few quick pecks, listening to your quiet laughter.

“Of course I love you.” He makes you look up at him, your face cradled in his hands as if he was holding something delicate, something that could be wrecked and destroyed any second. “That’s why I asked you what you thought about it.”

“And I love you too,” you reply softly. “I thought.. After everything you wouldn’t want to have feelings like this, let alone a human.”

“Sometimes boundaries are meant to be broken if it means true happiness.”

-

“Tensions have arisen in the land of Natlan. Nearby gods have caused quite the stir, causing Murata to put it to a halt at once. Upon ascending to his seat in Celestia, there have been prophecies saying a great misfortune is underway and can arrive in an instant. Since then, he’s been worked up. He cares much about his nation and will let no harm come its way.” 

The bard strums the string before growing silent, letting his head hang forward, his pigtails falling in his face. “It’s a true shame that such a horrid thing came to be… If only he was strong enough as he said he was.”

Murmurs arise from the drunken peers, hiccups joining the air as they beg him to continue the song. Even if some wouldn’t remember this night in the morning, this was still enough entertainment. 

“W-What happened next, bard?! Finish it!” an adventurer gasps, holding his cup of alcohol close to his chest, his cheeks heated and a light pink.

“You wish to know?” the bard asks, peeking through his lashes, his two toned eyes staring into the soul of the bartender. “Why of course!” he laughs cheerfully then clears his throat, batting his eyelashes as he brings his hand to his chest.

“Although, I’m quite parched and would love to have another cup of Dandelion Wine! What do you say, Master Diluc?”

“My answer is no. Do not ask me for something when you will not pay in the end.”

“Agh what a shame,” the bard sighs, letting his head hang back but never breaking eye contact with the redhead. “Don’t you wish to know about the ending?”

“I could care less.” Diluc speaks through gritted teeth, arms crossed over his chest, the infamous pose he does every hour of the day. “I just want you out of here.”

“I’ll pay for him!” one of the nearby men yell, fumbling with his wallet to grab the gold circles of currency to give to the bartender—and all the bard can do is smile cheekily, opening his hand. 

“Well, looks like the drink is paid for. Can I have it now, Master Diluc?”

The red head, already annoyed with the behavior of the young man in front of him, reluctantly takes the coins from the drunk. Without speaking, he serves the singer his desired drink, noticing the small smirk he wears. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” he asks, eyeing him up and down.

“Because I’m getting to my favorite part.” He takes a sip of his drink and places the cup back down. After a pleasant sigh is heard from him as he takes hold on his lyre, stroking the white petals of the Cecilia flowers. “And you’re gonna love it.”

- Melodies of the lyre were played even during the darkest of times. The soft notes were enough to make anyone who felt down happy again, or at least content, even yourself. The colors of the strings being played was enough to put you at ease. Sometimes when you’re out in the town, many children would ask you to play their favorite song or at least a simplified version if you weren’t familiar with it. 

But as of now, all of Teyvat was in ruin. Murata had told you the truth; he hated keeping you in the dark when you deserved to know. As much as he disliked saying this, your life indeed was on the line, more than his. In fact, the whole nation was at risk, along with the other six neighboring ones. 

From other Archons, Murata heard that a water monster, Osial, had arisen and was ready to ruin and kill innocents for the sake of a seat in Celestia. Morax, who was the overseer of Liyue at the time, was trying his best to seal the beast with his spears.

In this case, Murata hopes a threat like this doesn't happen to Natlan. Especially when he’s not there to protect his people, to protect you.

Murata hears a gush of wind from behind him and the earth beneath him starts shaking. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, small puffs of air slipping out of his mouth. He reaches above and tugs on the black hood of his cape. 

His archon outfit consists of silk white pants and black sleeveless shirt that resembled a vest with a slit down the middle of his torso. And to top it, a black cape flows behind, the hood covering his face from all to see. In his right hand, his fingers curl around the handle of his claymore.

A heavy burden rests upon his shoulders as he stares forward, seeing the world erupt into flames and utmost chaos. In the distance, he can hear the screams and cries of the families asking for mercy. He wonders what you would think about him if you were to see him right now. 

“Murata,” you whine, trailing the last syllable of his name as his lips peck against the bare skin of your shoulder. “Come on, you know that tickles.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll continue to do it,” he muses, nipping at your skin before blowing warm air onto your neck which causes you to squirm from him, pressing your hands against his chest. He listens to your soft laughs, loving the way your body moves under his touch. Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close as you hum, inhaling the scent you’ve grown to love. 

“Mmm… I love you.”

“And I love you too,” Murata whispers to no one, blinking rapidly when he realizes he was lost in thought and was not in fact with you, but only remembering a moment from a few days ago. In reality, here he stands in the middle of a deserted land that must be destroyed. Blood is on his hands, splattered on his face. 

“I didn’t even want to do this,” he mutters, grinding his teeth together as he proceeds to walk forward, watching red explosions burst from the ground, red blocks protruding from either ends of the nation. In the sky, the color purple takes over as lightning strikes down from the heavens and is brought forth onto the land. 

From his position, the ground had been cracked and was on the edge of being split apart if another Archon had used their powers against the nation. 

He lifts his claymore in the air, staring up at the red sky with anguish. His lips part as he whispers something to himself, reassuring that what he is about to do is alright and isn’t his fault. A sudden strike of his weapon pierces the land, flames bursting into the air and cracking the earth. 

Murata breathes heavily, leaning on the rounded edge of his weapon. Sweat trickles down his face, the hood falling off of his head. Two strands of hair fall forward, framing his face, the rest of it tied back into a low ponytail. 

The flames continue to run down the cracks which branch to smaller ones that cause the piece of rock beneath the surface to crumble and fall, leaving the terrain to become uneven. 

“Wow! Even from afar I can spot you,” a semi high pitched says from behind him. The Pyro Archon stiffens, internally groaning as he stares over his shoulder, meeting two green eyes. “Someone doesn’t look happy as he used to be.”

“Barbatos,” Murata grumbles, looking forward as he straightens his posture. With one hand, he picks his hood over his head once more and the other pulls his claymore from the ground, resting it on his shoulder. “What do you want from me now?”

“Just letting you know Morax has finished in the south region of Khaenri'ah,” Barabtos states, a frown growing on his lips as he looks away, the tips of his toes barely touching the ground as his wings keep him afloat. “You're not the only one who didn’t want this. We had no choice.”

“No choice huh…” He trails off, his claymore suddenly evaporating into thin air and gold dust left in its wake. “How are we loving, protecting gods if we just obliterated this nation with no god? What does that make us? We’re no better than those who do us wrong against our own homeland. We’re just like Decarabian. Nothing but tyrants.”

“Don’t bring up that name again.”

“Why? Because deep down you know it's true.”

“Because that was his own choice to keep us entrapped. We had no choice but to bring ruin. They felt-” Barbatos hesitates, licking his lower lip before continuing, “-they felt threatened. A nation with no god is a false one to Celestia. Everything must be in order. Khaenri’ah was not the case. We had to, or we’re next. The divine is not ready for a land with no god.”

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“Murata. If you hadn’t, who knows what would have happened to Natlan.” A deeper voice from behind him is heard, the sound of footsteps becoming louder before they stop beside him. “You and your people would have been in grave danger.”

“Unlike you, I don’t need to keep making contracts.”

Morax chuckles lightly, shaking his head, his ponytail swaying with the movement. “And how does that look on you, God of War?”

Murata shakes his head, refusing to look at the Anemo Archon and the Geo Archon. “War or not, this is not just. The victors burn bright and the losers turn to ash. This-” he motions to the now deserted land of dust and blood. The sky is a deep red, the sun or moon nowhere to be seen. The earth is uneven, mountains caving into the ground as streaks of dark colors emit from the ground. 

The spot the three archons stand upon is nothing but cracked ground, an empty space separating them and the rest of the debris. 

“This is not war.”

Even when he’s not in his right mind, the only thing that can put him to ease comes up, suddenly soothing his woes away. He closes his eyes, envisioning he’s somewhere else

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper in the god’s ear, twirling a strand of hair around your finger with a smile. “No wonder you’re a god. How could they not take you?”

“Please. You flatter me too much.” He grabs hold of your wrist, bringing it to his face, planting a kiss to it. “On the contrary, it should be you in my position. No, an angel is what you are.”

“An angel? Please, enlighten me.”

Murata shifts on his side to stare down at you, brushing the baby hairs from your face. A blanket covers your bodies from your previous intimate sessions, yet he remembers every curve, every flaw that’s perfection to his mind. “I mean, look at you. You’re too beautiful for this world.”

“Am I now?”

He nods, dipping his head slightly. The tip of his nose brushing against yours. “You are. You’re amazing. You’re everything in this world. You’re desirable but most importantly... you’re divine.”

“Wow, now I’m flattered.”

He smiles, the corners of his eyes creasing as he presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. It lasts for a few seconds but it feels as if it goes on for years. When he pulls away, you cup his cheek. “And you are ethereal.”

The god shakes his head lightly with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. You’re all he can think about. Even when he is busy taking away innocent lives and watching them get turned into monsters, the sweet image of your face continues to pop into his mind. You’re the light in the dark. 

He hates the feeling of being away from you, especially when he’s on close watch from Celestia. There’s something unsettling in the pit of his stomach that he can't quite put his finger on it. Murata watches Morax and Barbatos exchange a few words before he gasps, lifting his head up fast. “Natlan. It’s in danger.”

- The nation of Natlan, located in the southwestern region of Teyvat and home to the Pyro Archon, was under attack. There was no point in trying to save them, they were already too far gone. No god in sight yet the trails of monsters were left behind. Did the Archon truly love them like they said he did? Or was it all a lie to get people’s love?

The once beautiful land is ruined—looking like the one he destroyed not long ago. His statues that aided his people on their journeys far and wide were now broken and cracked. Chunks of stone litter the ground and crush nearby civilians. Whoever was standing beside those statues had been brought down along with them, no way to return. 

The god feels weak in the knees as he staggers over the dirt path that has noticeable traces of dried blood. No doubt from his people. Where are the bodies? He has no clue.

Houses have been torn apart, the roofs blown off and thrown into the field of flowers on the other side. He feels torn at heart. He wants to give up walking, already knowing the outcome but refuses to stop. He hopes that a few people, even just twenty people, can still be alive and he can move them somewhere else.

The night is cold and fresh as it was years ago. Only this time, the sounds of the animals in the creek aren’t heard and the wildlife is quiet. He looks towards the forest, hoping a deer or a boar will rush through the trees. But his hopes die when he notices that's not happening, and the habitat is burnt to ashes. 

“Somebody,” he croaks out, averting his eyes upward and freezes. Up ahead, in the center lies the biggest statue of them all, where flowers and candles are set up around it for ceremonial purposes. Every night new plants were replaced for the days to come. 

The most beautiful statue in all of Natlan has been crushed. The head of the statue is gone from the area (he can only assume it had been tossed across the nation or into the river). The candles are no longer intact,  the pieces scattered and buried into the burnt grass.

“No,” he whispers lowly before crying out, running towards it. His heart races as he steps closer and closer. All his worries and fears; he doesn’t want them to be real. He doesn’t want any of this to be real. He wants to be at home.

You.

You. 

Where are you?

He gasps for air and drops to his knees. Red eyes frantically search along the stone pieces. He plants his hands on the ground and hisses upon contact, retracting back. A rock share pierced his skin. Murata bites his lower lip as he shakes his hand, watching the piece fly off before he can continue looking.

Are you safe at home? You were, right? Surely you wouldn't come out when everything is being attacked, right? Yeah, that’s it. You’re safe at home waiting for him to return. Waiting for him to be in your arms so you can cry about your fears of losing your life and him.

And by the end he’ll calm you down, say soothing words into your ear as he holds you close, saying he’ll never leave like that again and stay with you forever. God or not, immortal or not, he plans to stay by your side. 

And then your lyre will be played for you and only you. He knows your favorite melodies. Oh so beautiful, he loves hearing you play them but this time, he’ll play for you until the end of time. 

Your lyre-

He freezes.

His hand hits something underneath the stone. Something smooth like wood and the prick of an object with a pointed tip—an all too familiar feeling.

With a grunt, he grabs ahold and heaves back, pulling it out from under the rubble. A surge of fear flows through his veins when he falls back, holding an object in his hands. 

It’s a cracked lyre, with pieces broken off where an emerald stone originally would have laid. The gold trinkets are ripped right off, the empty space now feeling dull. He notices the seven strings have now turned to three and aren’t holding their original color that glows. 

The only thing that’s untouched, however, are the Cecilia flowers. Not a hint of blood stains the white petals. 

His eyes grow wide when he gazes somewhere else, spotting a hand peeking out from the same spot he pulled the lyre from. A choked cry gets stuck in the back of his throat when it all clicks together.

You weren’t home like he thought you would have been. You weren’t waiting for him to return from his wages of war, to be in his arms. Instead, you did what you always did.

Worshipped Murata, under the ceremonial statue.

The one that caused your death. 

Tears well up in his eyes as he hugs the lyre close to his chest, mouth parting as a sob slips out. He rocks himself back and forth, shaking his head at this false reality but he knows this is all real. 

Murata babbles to himself, muttering things underneath his breath as he hyperventilates. He can’t catch his breath. His throat is closing in on him, the air too thick to even breathe right now. 

The tears blur his vision. He can’t see nor think straight anymore. The god of War was unable to save his people from the hardships of an incoming war. What kind of god was he? Was he even one? Or was he now a false one?

What seems to be years later, though it only is an hour or so, Murata finds himself standing on the edge of a cliff, dried up tears evident on his face. The whites of his eyes are red, the tip of his nose matching the same color. 

He sniffles, nose stuffed from the moments earlier. His breathing hasn’t changed a bit. His shoulders still shake with every inhale. The atmosphere around him is tense, maybe even too quiet for his liking. 

Behind him, he refuses to look back on the destruction he let happen. Even from a far enough distance, he can still clearly hear the crackling of fire and the sounds of a nation dying. 

He lowers his hand from his chest, spreading his fingers open. In a matter of seconds, the handle of his weapon appears slowly, the rest of the claymore following suit in gold dust. 

He peers down slightly, watching the red and black glow before dimming out. The slant from the edge of the weapon, one he has used to kill off his enemies without a thought. In the current state, he can see the traces of blood left behind. 

In his other hand is the damaged lyre. His fingers keep it close to his chest, his heart. One of the last things he had of you. The tip of his pointer fingers strums a string and he winces from the uneasy sound it produces. This instrument no longer plays the melodies he adored, and worse yet, the person he adores can no longer hear it. 

Murata was the Pyro Archon. Amongst the other gods, he was ruthless yet kind and merciful. When a threat was sent his way, he did not hesitate to take care of it. He took care of Natlan. 

Or, that’s what should have happened. 

He closes his eyes, goosebumps forming on his arms from the gust of wind that breezes by him, knocking his hood off. His hair that was let down swayed in the breeze, the loose ends flowing behind him. His bangs move slightly and then stop, falling in their original place. 

The rest of his cape follows in the wind, the ends flowing behind him like the draft was made just for him right now. 

“I let you down,” he says, clearing his throat. He stares at the colors of oranges, pinks and blues, meshed together to create the sunrise that he grew to love but now, he suddenly resents it. 

A single tear cascades down his face and lands on his bare chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. A rare whimper slips past his lips. With a shake of his head, Murata brings the lyre to his face, pressing his lips against the cracked wood. 

A goodbye kiss should always be special, shouldn’t it?

He pulls away, stroking the place where the gem would have been at. “I’m so sorry my love.” He averts his gaze and lowers himself, dropping the lyre on the ground underneath his feet. 

“Even I could not save you from the end of your journey. And as your god, I failed to protect you.”

When he stands up straight, his fingers tighten around his claymore. He stares down at the instrument, longing for time to change and to go back. To go back to how things were before. 

He can still hear the sound of your life and your smile popping into his mind. At the thought, his lips curl upward faintly in a small smile. 

Oh how he misses you already. He still remembers when he first saw you on that day under the statue as you played for him. You were aggressive, that was for sure. No doubt about it when you swung at him with your lyre and accused him of being a disgusting pig.

He can only blame himself. Deep down, he knew a day like this would come, but he didn’t think it would happen so soon. 

But maybe now, as he called you his angel or an angel of Celestia, you can now ascend to where you truly belong. 

This isn’t goodbye, but a farewell, he thinks, clearing his throat as he gets closer to the edge. He peers downward at the ground miles beneath him.

As he failed here, he still has a job to do, no matter what. 

So then he jumps. He brings his claymore around and over his shoulder and swings it down. Flames engulf him in whole on his way down until he hits the ground with a thud, his weapon taking up all the impact. 

-

“And thus, the Pyro Archon aided in other nations against the treacherous demons that corrupted their land. After such heroic deeds, he was never to be seen. Many questioned: where did the god of War go? Who will remain victorious?”

“Many say he disappeared to join his love in the next life. Others say he stepped down as god to live amongst the mortals as he always wanted.” The bard hums and lays his lyre across his lap. 

“It’s a shame really, how beauty can go to waste.” His fingers run over an emerald gem that lies in the middle of the wood. His lyre was beautiful. 

The edges curved in different directions with a piece of wood piercing the top with a rounded end and pointed tip. Seven strings glowed recently as he placed the object to rest. 

“But it’s not as if it was her fault.” His slender fingers run over the white petals with a faux sigh of despair. “She would have been popular amongst the folks here, if she was immortal, of course. If only he kept his word to her saying he would protect her no matter what.”

The bartender drowns out the rest of Venti’s words, his eyes trained on the wood beneath his feet. 

Diluc Ragnvindr, owner of the Dawn Winery and Angel’s Share. Information is at his fingertips wherever he goes. In Mondstadt, he is a nobleman of high status. Everyone knows about him. 

His crimson eyes hold tears as he lets out a shaky breath, bringing a gloved hand to wipe away at the water that threatens to spill. 

He tries to keep his mind off of it but he can’t suppress it.

In front of him was Lord Barbatos himself—one he knew too well from millennia ago. Having fought with him in the Archon War, and the Destruction of Khaenri’ah, Diluc knew there was no way to get rid of him. 

It shocked him the most that the bard even remembers the story from back then. Even if other storytellers told this tale, Venti was the one that pierced his heart the most. 

“Master Diluc!” At the sound of his name, the red head hesitantly lifts up his head. Venti’s annoying smile greets him, pressing his finger against his cheek in a thinking motion. 

“Did you like it? I hope you did! I try to incorporate any stories of the divine. It seems that today was a hit. Don’t you think so?”

“Why are you bringing it up?” he whispers, not caring that tears trail down his face. “Why do you need to remind me of my failure?”

The other peers don’t seem to notice the usual calm and collective man in tears. They’re all too far gone in the hole of alcohol. 

Venti’s eyebrows crease, cocking his head to the side. “Failures? What do you mean? I’m just doing my job and singing like I always do. You’re doing great things in the Wine Industry. What failure could you possibly mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean!” Diluc snaps, slamming his hands on the counter in front of him, causing the bard to jump in his seat. “You know exactly what you’re doing!”

“Oh dear oh dear,” Venti sighs, shaking his head. He picks up his lyre, placing his lips against the wood. 

“So pretty huh?” he asks once he pulls away, a small smirk on his lips as he shows Diluc. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if you got to play this?”

The strings continue to shine, dimming and going bright again. An instrument perfect for anyone and in this case, for Barbatos. 

It pains Diluc to see him with your lyre. As much as you told him you despised other people holding it, he feels much more stronger about it. He wants nothing more than to snatch it from Venti’s hands and tell him to get out. 

“Others say that he wanders in the world right about now. No one knows what he looks like though. It’s a shame if anyone were to find him and blame him.” 

Venti’s fingers run over the strings. A melody is heard in the air, louder than any of the drunk men in the room. 

Diluc feels a sob beginning to form in the back of his throat. He wants nothing of this. He wants to truly go back home to Natlan with you. He could have made you a god and you could have been here with him today. 

As much as Diluc wants to look away, he’s mesmerized by the way the singer’s fingers move gracefully against the strings. For a split second, he could have swore he saw you sitting in his place, singing softly for his ears only. 

Like the angel you were. 

“But it seems that the god is afraid of confrontation. And yet, he seems to be mourning over his lover even after her death. If anyone were to be at fault, it would be his—” 

Venti stops, peering up at Diluc through his lashes. A sinister look was evident in his eyes. He paused for dramatic effect, a smirk growing on his lips. He hums and strums the last note.

“Isn’t that right, Murata?” Venti muses, asking a question in the form of a song. But in reality, he aimed it towards the redhead god standing in front of him. 

Diluc stares dumbfounded, mouth parted and eyes red from his silent crying. His hands are balled beside him. The peers cheer for the bard and offer drinks to compensate for his amazing singing—to which he laughs it off but takes the offers regardless. 

And all Murata can do is live with his own guilt, for the rest of his immortal life. Forever.

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ugh i love your fluffy alphabet on tamaki 🥺 so if it's okay, can you do one for bakugou, too?

headcanon corner - katsuki bakugou sfw alphabet

word count 1.8k

reader type gender-neutral

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the beginning, Katsuki’s affection will come out quite stubbornly and will be harder to see at times. Later on, it’s obvious how much he cares for you. His heart is full of love despite his aggressive attitude. He’s not afraid to show PDA, no matter who’s watching, and you’re often the recipient of his rare compliments. Katsuki is always ready to say “I love you”.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That’s a tricky one. Befriending people isn’t exactly on Katuski’s radar, but he’d prefer someone who could “keep up with him” if so to speak. Reliable helps too. This friendship might start with him genuinely, although reluctantly, praising your quirk or skills.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” He’ll mumble as he wraps his strong arms around you, but he’s loving every minute of it. Katsuki’s down to snuggle in front of everyone, but if you’re the one initiating, he’ll be a tad bit embarrassed and no one dares point it out. When you two are completely alone you’ll get to see his softer side and you might even be the big spoon for once.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’ll want to settle down in a sense that he needs to be sure that they’re his and he’s theirs. The method of doing so will depend on what’s best for both of you, but moving in together is probably in the cards. Katsuki makes a fantastic roommate because, among his many talents, cooking is one of them. He’s also a bit of a clean fanatic and you might wake up to him vacuuming or doing the dishes at 7 AM or something.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Firstly, he would fight tooth-and-nail against whatever was threatening the relationship because he’s not letting you go easily. If it absolutely came down to ending things, Katsuki would make it straight to the point and as quick as possible. He wouldn’t be able to remain ‘just friends’ with you and would never truly move on in his heart.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Katsuki is beyond committed and he firmly believes there are several ways to show it besides putting a ring on it. If you two were to eventually get married it would be later on so your careers could be focused on. He just wants you both to succeed and achieve your dreams more than anything, but if the marriage was something you really wanted, he might consider tying the knot earlier than previously planned.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Although I think Katsuki is actually a sensitive person, he can definitely be on the rough side of things. He can read and interpret others’ emotions, but relating to them can be a challenge. I don’t believe he’d ever act maliciously towards you or anyone else he cares for. He’s got a soft touch and even the occasional kind words during the most surprising times.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Katsuki’s a bigger fan of kisses, but he does love hugs! He’s always, well, touching you. Huge bear hugs. Squeezy. Warm. The type to literally lift you off of your feet. He’ll leave little tickling kisses on your neck and shoulders while whispering words against your skin.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’ll say the words in every possible way… besides actually saying the words. It’s like a mental block of Katsuki’s because he’s admittedly scared of proclaiming his love in such a straight-forward way. Once he gets over that first hump, it’s no problem for him. He won’t be throwing the words around like candy, but he’ll always say what’s on his mind.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Katsuki is emotional and jealousy is a familiar feeling for him. Being a bit of a hothead definitely doesn’t help either. This jealousy stems from his insecurities and can be overbearing. At the beginning of the relationship, it will probably be the cause of some arguments between you two. Later on, jealous Katsuki will just include him being extra pissy and extra cuddly.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Passionate. Always. If he’s kissing you, he’s going all the way. Even during your first kiss, he gave it his all. Sure, it was an awkward mess of spit and teeth, but he was eager and didn’t hesitate! Katsuki’s skills have improved by now and he never fails to showcase them. It doesn’t matter where, if he’s kissing you, then he’s happy. It depends on your preferences. And as for him… his neck is especially sensitive and he’ll never admit it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Well, after the remedial lessons episode, we know he’s not very good. At all. Despite that, I can imagine him still wanting kids eventually. An “I can’t stand any kid except my own” type.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Katsuki is your typical morning person. He’s up at the same time every day and it amazes you. Well, unless you’re a morning person yourself, that is. If you’re a heavy sleeper then waking you up on time will be his new personal mission. He’ll probably make you a nice breakfast and get as many kisses as he can in before work.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Haha! This guy goes to bed at like 9-pm. He’s got a strict schedule and if you somehow manage to get him to stay up later to watch a movie with you or something, he’s gonna fall asleep on your lap and it’s adorable. It’s the perfect opportunity to play with his soft hair without having to hear him grumble about it the entire time.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It’s going to take a while to break through his outer shell, but he’s not exactly secretive about his feelings and his past. Katsuki trusts you enough to be open with his mistakes and he won’t hide anything if you just ask.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think this one is a bit self-explanatory, but it’s not very often that he gets angry at you.He’s getting better at controlling his anger and you tend to bring out his gentler side too.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

In the moment, it may seem like simply he brushes it off or doesn’t really acknowledge it, but that’s actually not the case. Katsuki always remembers and takes everything into consideration. The number of little things he keeps notes of might surprise.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One Saturday afternoon, Katsuki decided he was going to try out a new chocolate cake recipe and you decided you’d try your hand at baking for once! He was absolutely willing to teach you and it was going well… until you somehow managed to drop an egg yolk right on Katsuki’s sock covered foot. His favorite pair of socks at that. The kitchen was quiet until he swifty flicked flour at your forehead and it was game-on from there. The next thirty minutes were filled with lots of flour and kisses.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Katsuki couldn’t be more protective of you and he’s more than willing to use his quirk if needed. He’s prepared to fight for you in the blink of an eye, no question about it. His job as a pro-hero means so much when you’re someone he has to protect, but he also knows it’s a mutual feeling. He completely believes in your own physical abilities to keep him safe and your reassuring words make him truly feel like the greatest.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s certainly not lazy when it comes to your relationship, but at the same time, Katsuki finds things like fancy dates and lavish gifts kinda pointless. He couldn’t care less about eating at an expensive restaurant, all that matters is that he’s with you. That’s not to say that he won’t give you nice things because he will be spoiling you, especially on anniversaries and holidays.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His inferiority complex has always been his biggest enemy. There are times when he just can’t shut off his competitive side and it can turn things ugly when he lets his insecurities get the best of him. His temper is also something he’s struggled with and is still learning how to manage.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Katsuki really doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Of course, it does fuel his ego and boost his confidence when you compliment his looks. He considers himself to be an attractive person, but nothing too special. (You think differently)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He likes to believe otherwise, but yeah, he really would. He couldn’t imagine a day without you. It’s just a scary thing for Katsuki to accept that he relies on someone other than himself for once.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’ll never admit it, but spiders really freak him out. Let’s just say he won’t argue if you offer to take one outside.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who gives up easily would just kinda irritate him. Katsuki knows people struggle, hell, he’s definitely one of them, but seeing someone simply not try and throw in the towel when things don’t go their way is something that would get on his nerves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s somehow got a cute snore. Yup. It’s not even really a snore, more like some kind of soft breathing noise, but it’s noticeable and something you’ve grown to love. It’s also difficult for Katsuki to fall asleep in places other than his own bed.

[parkersharthook]

Some Very Specific Hypotheticals

(Tom Holland x female!reader)

warnings: it’s thirst tweets so it’s slightly smutty and risque

1.5k+ words

a/n: so I got all of the thirsty tweets towards tom from jordan fisher’s video (x) and all of the thirsty tweets towards the reader from tana mongeau’s video (x). I did make up a few of my own lol but most of them come from those videos

Edit: I recognize tana is problematic and I only used her in one of the tweets bc I had originally gotten these thrist tweets from her video. I don’t actually watch/like her so I was unaware of her issues until recently when she came up in the news (I still don’t really know what the whole situation was tbh) anyways.... I changed tana mongeau to anna kendrick bc i have a crush on her lol

requested: Could you please write a Tom Holland x reader reading thirst tweets

“Hey guys I’m y/n/ y/l/n.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“And today for some reason the two of us, who are in a couple, will be reading the other person’s thirst tweets to them.”

“it’s like some weird version of foreplay.”

“I’m excited.”

--

You sat in the chair, facing Tom. The two of you had matching blue jugs with little slips of paper full of what you assumed was raunchy girls, and probably guys, thirsting after the two of you.

“Which one of us is going first?” Tom asked as he fiddled with the bucket.

“Oh definitely me.” You pulled out a slip and smoothed it out, “it says in all caps by the way, ‘DAMN DADDY U SEXY CAN I EAT UR ASS?!?! LICK YA BUTT??!!?!” You barely got the full tweet out before you were laughing.

Tom had already turned a shade of pink and was rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. He stuttered slightly, “wow what a way to start this whole thing. Okay, my turn.” He pulled out the next slip, “y/n y/l/n is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye.”

“aww wait that was so sweet. Thank you.”

“Why was mine about eating my ass and yours was saying you were the most beautiful person ever?”

You laughed slightly and shrugged, “look, everyone is just speaking their truth. My turn!” You happily grabbed the next piece of paper, “haha it’s literally just a screenshot of your age with the words ‘thank god’. If that is not the biggest mood ever…”

Tom laughed heavily. “yeah I had someone tweet me saying ‘I saw a lot of people looking up Tom Holland’s age during the movie.’ Guess it’s a recurring theme.” He fingered through the bucket before grabbing a crumpled sheet, “I want y/n y/l/n to murder my bussy.”

You threw your head back in laughter, “I get that one a lot actually. A classic, really.”

Tom looked around sheepishly, blushing hard. “what’s a bussy?”

You snickered slightly, “it’s a butthole tom. You need to educate yourself. Next one! I love how everyone in the world can agree that tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians.”

“okay that one is definitely the forerunner, that’s a good one.”

You looked back down at the paper with a smile, “that is a good one.”

“’Repeat after me: y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny’. And it says that like 16 more times.” Tom shrugged slightly, “I mean… I can’t exactly disagree.”

“Tom!” You cried slightly exasperated as you blushed. “I’m moving on now… ‘Tom Holland’s lil ass is hella fine’.”

“What? My ass is not little.”

You laughed, “relax they said it was and I quote ‘hella fine’. That’s a compliment.”

Tom grumbled slightly as he grabbed the next tweet, “I want to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n. but no tom Holland. It’s just her, me, and a blunt.” He threw the paper down with a little angry frown, “so first they call my ass little and then they steal you for a threesome? Rude.”

You bit your lip with a small chuckle, “if it makes you feel better, it’s not really a threesome thinking that one member is literally a blunt.”

“can we move on before I get jealous?”

“of a random twitter user and weed? Yeah okay sweetie.” You rolled your eyes heavily, eyeing the paper. Tom watched as your eyes grew wide and then a shit eating grin cracked your lips.

“oh… what is it?”

“this tweet is very specific.” You smiled as you met his eye and began reading it, “look how fine this man is i want him to fuck me on a bed of money and finger me with a $100 bill wrapped around his fingers and then stuff ten thousand $100 bills inside me so he can call me his million dollar pussy.”

“oh… my… god.” Tom said slowly, a deep blush rising on his cheeks. “that- that one was a lot to take in.”

You waved the paper in the yes, “yes. Just… yes. This one cleared my skin, watered my crops. Amazing, perfect.”

“shut up, you’re so annoying sometimes.” He stated as he rolled his eyes.

You poked your tongue out at him teasingly, “you love me.”

“unfortunately.” You scoffed as Tom leaned over and patted your knee lovingly. “you know I’m kidding baby.”

“whatever just read the next damn tweet.”

Tom laughed and pulled out the next one, “I would pay any amount of money for y/n y/l/n to spit in my face and call me an ugly fucking bitch. It would be my honor.”

Your mouth fell open in shock as you looked between Tom, your friends behind the camera, and the crew. Well, that threw you for a loop.

“I- I… don’t know what to say to that. I don’t think I’m comfortable spitting in your face, that seems mean. But… I’m not here to kink shame so thank you I guess.”

There were a few snorts behind the camera as you picked the next one, “Tom Holland is both cute and sexy at the time and it’s really messing with my sanity.”

Tom smirked at the camera and flipped his collar, “I mean what can I say?”

“it’s a point of contention in our household for sure.”

“That I’m sexy and cute?”

You shook your head, “no, that you think your sexy and cute. It’s cocky and rude.”

Tom laughed, “it’s cocky and rude to be confident?”

You turned to the camera, “see? Point of contention.”

“I just think that you’re losing your sanity over my cuteness and sexiness.”

You shrugged obnoxiously, “oh you caught me.” You pointed to his bucket, “please keep going.”

“Okay but imagine: a y/n y/l/n Anna Kendrick sex scene. I mean the power and sexuality they hold is absurd.”

You slapped your hand on your knee, “I love Anna. She’s so funny and I would love to do a sex scene with her or just sex her really.”

“seriously?” tom said exasperated, “you’re sitting here in front of your boyfriend and you’re saying that you want to have sex with someone else?”

You nodded, “yes.”

“dude.”

“relax, it’s not actually going to happen, it’s just hypothetical.”

“you wound me.”

“here, let me boost your ego with a thirst tweet. Tom Holland is fine as hell, I’d eat that ass like a chocolate croissant, chomp chomp bitch. He could choke and kill me and I’d only ask for more. Lemme chomp chomp on that bussy please.”

“wow… I’m not sure that cheered me up exactly but thank you none the less.” He pulled a new slip, “At least 3 times a week me and my boyfriend talk about wanting to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n.”

“wow…”

“why is everyone trying to have sex with my girlfriend?”

“because I’m hot as fuck.”

“can’t argue with that.”

“Alright next one, Tom Holland with that half smile and lip bite fuuuuuckk nope nope nope.”

“okay, that one made me feel better.” Tom said with a little smirk causing you to roll your eyes and laugh.

Tom grabbed the next one, “y/n y/l/n has the best boobs. That’s it that’s the tweet.” He waved the paper a bit, “I happen to agree with you.”

“well thank you for thinking my boobs are great.” You plucked out a new tweet, “Daily reminder: tom Holland is daddy af.”

“I should set an alarm for myself that goes off at the same time every day that just blares ‘Tom Holland is daddy af’.”

“absolutely not. Veto. Nix. Not happening.”

“you’re just mad they think I’m daddy.” You gestured to the bucket, causing tom to roll his eyes and reach into it. “y/n y/l/n can choke me and run me over and I’d say thank you and sorry for the dent in your car.”

You let out a loud bark of laughter, “that’s super funny. Definitely the funniest one I’ve heard so far. Whoever wrote this, you’re funny and I appreciate your comical genius.”

“alright I think we have like one more each, let’s do this.”

“Tom Holland is either a smol puppy or a sex god, there is no in between.” You shook your head, “I actually think there is an in between. It’s called boyfriend Tom. It’s when he’s all cuddly but not quite as baby as smol puppy. Like he’s still a functioning adult but he’s being sweet.”

“ya know… sometimes you can be pretty sweet.”

“aww thanks babe.” You leaned forward to give him a little peck before smiling brightly, “last one! Make me blush!”

“Hey @y/n can I lick your forehead?” you two sat in silence for a moment before tom furrowed his brow, “is that like a sexual thing?”

“I guess…? That’s a new request though, I’ve never heard that one. Interesting.”

“what’s your answer?”

“huh?”

“can you lick their forehead?”

“I’m going to go with no…”

“and that’s the end of our really fun and definitely not at all awkward video!” tom said excitedly

“thanks for watching everyone! We love you and thanks for tweeting thirsty stuff!”

[malewifemammon]

A HC of the brothers who would be into cuddling the most?

ok so i. tried making like a numbered list kind of thing for this but kept thinking of different situations so! i broke it down into who i think likes em better and who's not so big on them, and talked a little about my thoughts. i think the situation might be a bit different for some of them based on your relation to them, so for the sake of ease, this is all under the assumption that you are their partner of some kind (romantic or very close in another way). but feel free to suggest other stuff too if you'd rather see that!

CUDDLE FANS:

i think asmo is the biggest all-round cuddler, which probably doesn't surprise you. even if it's not sexual, i feel like he's just a very touchy person by nature. he'll tap people on the shoulder, touch their arm to get their attention, that kind of thing. probably hugs people when saying goodbye (intensity varying based on how close they are). as for cuddling, i think he's one of the best to do it with, and he initiates it often because he just loves being close to people physically. he always smells really nice and somehow manages to find the best positions that are comfortable for both of you.

mammon is the runner-up for clingiest with a partner. i feel like he finds it easier to show affection physically and through action than through his words, and once you notice that, you hear him telling he loves you constantly. he slings his arm around your shoulders when you meet in the halls, he bumps your leg with his own under the dinner table to tease you and try to get you to bump back, he tosses his legs over your lap or throws an arm behind you to rest on the back of the couch during movie night. the downside is, well... i get the feeling mammon is a pretty fidgety guy. he moves constantly. not necessarily in big ways, but shifting around, bouncing a leg, that kind of thing. and in a cuddle setting, that means you also have to move around a lot to accommodate. so if you don't really like that, it may be a bit of a downside. but if you're also the restless type, it may be a good thing, since you can both give each other opportunities to move around. so... mixed bag on this one? he definitely LOVES cuddling though.

i think beel would also really like to cuddle. he strikes me as a really affectionate guy, and the type who would be easy to just hang out with quietly. after practice, he always looks forward to being able to shower, grab a snack, and hunker down with you. it's one of his favorite feelings in the world: his muscles a bit tired from a good hard workout, a bag of firedrake chips next to him, and you cuddled up with him. he's really muscly, but when he relaxes it's pretty soft, and he's really big, so he's probably a really good pillow even if you're also tall! cuddling with you is one of his favorite ways to unwind.

THE OTHERS:

honestly belphie doesn't hate them, it's more that he's just... not all that used to them? i imagine he cuddles beel a fair amount, but other than that he's not super touchy with other people. i can definitely see him really wanting physical affection but feeling too distant to pursue it with a lot of people. he's spent a lot of time pretty isolated from others, whether it was because he was in the attic or just because he was asleep. thanks to that, he's kind of unused to physical affection from a lot of people, and it's a little strange to him at first. he doesn't dislike it, he just has to get used to it. once that's done though, i think he'd be about as clingy as mammon. he's not really nervous at first, kind of just goes with it and then keeps it going. he finds it even easier to fall asleep when cuddling you, but i swear it's a good thing— it just means he trusts you. it's his favorite way to sleep.

levi is absolutely the kind of person who yearns so hard for physical affection that it hurts, but has absolutely NO idea how to go about it. he's looking up so many articles. he knows theoretically how it happens, what people do. but that's way different from putting that into practice!!! real life is so much messier than fiction, and he hates it. there's no walkthrough for this he can look up, no pre-recorded cutscene he can prepare for, no save files so he can do a soft reset if something goes wrong. i'm sorry, but you're going to have to be the one who initiates this. he'll be stiff as a board when you first sidle up to him, absolutely terrified of making the wrong move. he's spent a lot of time hating being touched by strangers, so even though he's wanted to be held by you for so long, it still comes as a small shock to him when he feels the rush of joy when you wrap your arms around his waist and get comfortable. he's still stiff though (brain is short-circuiting), and if you want him to hold you or move around much, you're going to have to literally move his arms and legs and show him where to put them. don't worry though, he's super nervous and timid at first, but with time and practice he gets a lot more comfortable and absolutely loves it! he's another who will make a lot of casual contact with you even in passing, it feels reassuring to him. if he's panicking in public, take him to a quiet, more isolated area, and sometimes a good hug will help ground him really well. holding his hand while he's ordering food or something like that also really helps to ground him and give him a little extra confidence boost. it helps a lot!

i think satan is in a somewhat similar situation to belphie, in that he's not really used to a ton of physical connection. unlike belphie, however, he doesn't really think about it... until he meets you. maybe you lean against him or something, and it just kind of unlocks this part of his brain that's like "oh my god this is what i've been missing???". instead of the nonchalant way belphie will start cuddling you, satan worries, probably more than he should. you won't notice it, he'll play it cool, but he's trying to remember if he's ever read tips on how to cuddle. he definitely does some reading in his room, and after that, he's a lot more comfortable. it's like he's some kind of cuddle expert or something...! or at least, that's what he'd have you believe.

and last of all, our dear lucifer. i think out of all of them, he's the least concerned with cuddling. like, he likes doing it from time to time, but when you think about it, cuddling can get pretty uncomfortable pretty quick? he's working a lot of the time, or taking you on nice dates, neither of which are really optimal for sitting or laying with someone else with your arms and legs occupied. maybe while he's doing paperwork you two could manage it, but he does have to have his arms free. despite all this though, he does enjoy holding you close to him to relax after a long day's work. and i doubt he'd ever admit it, but i think having his hair stroked is really calming to him. if you brought it up, he'd put on a big show about it and deny it because of his pride, but he'd be fighting sleep the whole time.

[mr-geraskier]

"Can I be him (acoustic live version)" by James Arthur is a modern AU where Geralt pines over singer!Jaskier.

Hi, Anon this is like a year late and there is no excuse. I was really in the writing mood and remembers this prompt I had saved in my ask.

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“You walked into the room and now my heart’s been stolen.”

Geralt by force was taken to a nearby bar with his friend Yennefer. She had said that he needs to get his ass out of the house and find more friends. 

After Geralt has a dream 2 months ago he’s been seeing dreams of a fantasy land where he was a warrior of some sort. He mostly remembers the guy that always stuck with him in his dreams. He couldn’t remember a name but he remembers his bright, big, blue eyes. Every night in his dream they would adventure greats lands and fight beasts. He would never tell Yennefer this but in his dreams, this man wasn’t just a buddy or a friend. It felt more than that, like love in a strange way. Now though every morning he wakes up he is faced with the real world where he has an average job as a college professor, no magical abilities, and no strange blue-eyed man. His hearts nearly breaks every time he wakes up without him. It seems as if Geralt falls in love with the young man every time he dreams of him. For the 2 months, he has dreamt of these dreams he has become more and more distant from the world. All he does is work and go home to fall back asleep and see the man. 

Now because of his bad habits, he is at the bar already with a couple of shots of whiskey and a beer bottle. He looks around the room, already anxious surrounded by all of these strangers.

“Come on Geralt! Lighten up a bit. You’ve been locked in your house for days without talking to anyone. We practically thought you were dead! It’s about time you find something to do with yourself. “ Yennefer pushes Geralt’s shoulder and smiles at him. 

Geralt glances at his friend and rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the concern but I feel perfectly fine by myself in my house. I like it.” He turns away from her and suddenly an announcer comes to the stage and gets everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! May I introduce Julian Alfred Pankratz as our first live performer of the night.” The announcer says into the microphone and walks off stage.

A curtain is pulled back as a young man in a red shirt and blue jeans walks on stage. He slowly steps to the microphone and smiles at the crowd. 

Geralt’s heart stops beating as he notices the man on stage. His face, his eyes, and his name…

“You took me back in time to when I was unbroken.”

Julian takes his seat on a stool and adjust his guitar on his lap. He takes a deep breath and the words flood out of him like sweet honey.

Geralt relaxes as he sees flashes of memories from his dreams of him and Julian traveling the lands, talking, laughing, singing, and just loving one another.

He sits mesmerized by the beautiful melody the man was playing. Geralt’s eyes scan Julian as he takes in all his features. His real-life features.

“Now you’re all I want and I knew it from the very first moment. Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.”

Julian sings about a person that he loves and adores in his life. How they are meant to be and stay together forever. He whispers and belts out lyrics that Geralt can feel are for him.

“I swear that every word you sing you wrote them for me.”

Geralt closes his eyes and sways slightly in his chair, possibly tipsy. He smiles as he imagines both Julian and him alone in a forest.

“Like it was a private show but I know you never saw me.”

Geralt opens his eyes from the realization that Julian isn’t just here for him. He’s here to perform for an audience. He knows Julian doesn’t even know he exists.

“When the lights come on and I’m on my own will you be there to sing it again?”

Julian sings about him and his lover traveling the world and trying new things together. Geralt feels a small spot of hope inside of him that maybe Julian is talking about Geralt’s dreams.

“Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?”

Julian mentions times when he and his lover moved in with each other and how he got engaged to them. Their wedding had family and friends all around with beautiful flowers of all colors and the most beautiful music Julian had ever heard.

Of course, Geralt would have to disagree with him because right now at this moment Geralt has never heard or seen anything more beautiful in his life. 

“Can I be him?”

Julian ends the song and stands up to a bunch of applause from the people in the bar. Geralt is basically woken up from his trance by Yennefer snapping her fingers in his face. “Wasn’t that good Geralt? Someday he’s gonna be a professional singing up on the big stage. I just know it. Don’t you think so?” Yennefer glances at Geralt and notices his eyes, blown from love. 

“Yeah, I think he will do great. He’s beautiful.” Geralt doesn’t turn away from the young man on stage as Julian collects his belongings. 

Yennefer starts to giggle beside Geralt causing him to finally turn. “What?” Geralt asks.

Yennefer continues to laugh in her chair. “What is it Yen? Why are you laughing?”

“Geralt you are such a lover boy. You literally have the biggest heart eyes I have ever seen a person have.

Geralt turns away, cheeks bright red, and grunts at her. 

“Oh come on Geralt! I don’t mean to make fun of you! I just think it’s really cute.” Yennefer places her hand on Geralt’s shoulder. “Come with me to the bar, I want another beer.”

Even though Geralt is slightly annoyed by his friend he still follows her to the bar. 

“Excuse me, sir, could I ask you a question?” Geralt feels someone touch his shoulder and he turns around to Julian himself. All rational thoughts leave his head as he stares down at the young man. His eyes are bluer than he initially thought.

“Sorry for sounding creepy but I noticed you in the crowd and you seemed like you like my music,” Julian says, a small blush from nervousness covers his cheeks. He puts his hand behind his head. “And well I guess I just wanted to ask if you really did think my music was good.”

Geralt fights himself to finally say something. “Yeah, it was beautiful.”

Julian looks almost shocked by the answer causing Geralt to panic.

“Sorry, that sounded weird. I mean yes it was really good. So good that I would like to hear you sing it again sometime.” Geralt’s blush of course makes it harder for him to act serious and he fidgets as he waits for Julian to speak.

“No, it’s not weird at all! I was so scared everyone was faking it or something. Growing up I was told my singing was a waste and people wouldn’t like it but you… thank you. You just boost my confidence so high!” Julian was smiling from ear to ear now. He widens his eyes and slaps his forehead with his hand. “Oh my gosh, how could I forget. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Julian but you can call me Jaskier. You probably already knew my name though, didn’t you? Shoot sorry.” He nervously laughs and smiles up at Geralt.

“Hi, it is very nice to meet you Jaskier. I’m Geralt.”

Geralt knows that this is his Jaskier from his dreams and he intends to not lose him again.

[wakaoujisenhime]

May I ask headcanons for Kiseki no Sedai, Kuroko and Kagami? Their reaction to their girl being cool and sexually dancing (something like k-pop girl group cover dance, if you know it) with her dance team at a school festival (or something like that).

A/N: I knew and loved k-pop back in 2013/14 when it wasn’t as popular as it is right now so I apologize if the songs I chose aren’t the latest ones, I went ahead and consulted my best friend on some so that the songs at least matched the boys’ characters even a little bit! Additionally, I tried to vary between the groups so I hope you don’t mind that it’s not just girl groups! 

Also a quick note concerning the setting: in all of these scenarios you - the reader - are going to be a little selfish and use that festival to your own advantage to either show your boyfriend something (aka. a hidden message) or simply surprise him with the dance, so I hope you won’t feel bad for the other ‘members’ of your group! Either way, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (*´ｰ`)

Tags: GoM/KnS and Kagami x reader ✅  SFW ✅  fluff ✅ k-pop ✅

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Kagami:

the song your group and you made a dance cover for was none other than Fire by BTS

not only did you guys put a lot of work into recreating the steps perfectly but you even went all out for the stage as well

I mean what’s that song without real fire?

it was quite a challenge for you to persuade the teachers to actually allow that, but you guys were quite convincing so the talk didn’t take long

of course, you wanted to keep that planned dance a surprise from your boyfriend Kagami

so when he asked you what your class was planning on doing for the festival you tried to answer as indifferently as possible 

“I think the majority wanted to do something with acting or dance, but I’m not sure“

the way his eyes sparkled as he heard the word ‘dance’ was so adorable and it made no effort to hide his excitement 

back when he was in America he had witnessed a lot of street artists that had dancing as their main program 

he was so impressed, that there were times when he imagined just how it would look like if you danced like that 

and you knew that, so in order for the surprise to be bigger you lied about being assigned to the backstage team

so imagine just what kind of surprised face he made when he saw you standing on stage, dancing with the biggest smile on your face

he was entranced by the way you managed to move your body so effortless and it made him fall in love with you all over again

but the moment those flames erupted from both corners of the stage his inner fireman almost got a heart attack

“(Y/N)! Are you ok?! You didn’t burn yourself, right??”

after your performance, you had to reassure your tall and bulky boyfriend that you were completely unharmed and well 

and when he had finally calmed down, the amount of praise you got from not only boosted your confidence to the max, but it also made you consider dancing for him more often

Kuroko:

this song was a special request coming from you and it contained a secret message, hidden for your wholesome yet insecure boyfriend: 100 Ways by Jackson Wang

there was no way Kuroko was ever going to miss out on your school festival, it was the least he could do, considering just how many times you had actually visited his school to watch his games, join their festivities or simply visit him

out of respect to you, he didn’t question what your class had planned so it was child’s play to hide it from him

you had actually planned to deliver him a secret message through the song you guys planned to dance for

now this song wasn’t your typical k-pop song  performed by a group nor was it sung by a Korean man, BUT he belonged to one of those famous groups and had many songs that dealt with the topic of love and heartbreak

Kuroko might not have seemed like the insecure type, but he most certainly was and it always broke your heart when he talked down on himself 

typical lines he always said in such moments were ‘why are you with someone as ordinary as me’, ‘you deserve someone better’, ‘maybe you should leave me’

it always made you mad to hear him say that and he apologized after you lectured him, but somewhere deep down he never accepted that fact

so this song was a perfect opportunity to convey those exact feelings you had for him 

the moment he heard the song mixed with the powerful and warrior-like moves it literally hit him like a truck

and as he saw you as the lead-dancer, permanently looking at him he actually shed some tears (you did as well, but luckily other spectators believed that it was a part of the performance)

after the roaring applause, you ran straight to where he was and engulfed him in a tight hug that knocked the air out of his lungs

“(Y/N), I-I’m sorr-”

“Shh Kuroko...it’s ok, I know. Just make sure to refrain from saying such things ever again, ok?”

“...and if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll just dance it for you once again...as many times as you need.”   

Kise:

your song of choice here was Lipstick by Orange Caramel

Kise is a secret k-pop fan no one can tell me otherwise 

he had told you multiple times that he’s had the pleasure of working with some inspiring Korean models that also happened to belong in a band

so the moment the teachers suggested your group to perform a dance for this year’s school festival you immediately suggested a dance cover of a k-pop song

there was a tiny bit of resistance amongst the members, but since they rarely saw you that fired up so they just had to agree 

now that one problem was out the way the next one was coming up

how were you going to keep that a secret from Kise?

he was quite clingy and thanks to his popularity he had a LOT of contacts, so lying or keeping it from him was almost impossible 

almost

“Your school wants me to come over for a photo shooting?“

“Yes, the photography club asked me to help them out. They wanted to make an entire photobook featuring you at our school festival!“

luckily Kise wasn’t that perceptive, so he believed that pretty obvious lie

when he arrived at your school, one of the backstage members lied that you a) were called by a teacher and that b) he’d have to wait close to the stage since that would mark the ‘beginning of the photo shooting’

as obedient as he was he did exactly that but for some reason, you weren't arriving and when the music started he figured he’d just watch the performance 

“(Y/N)-cchi?!”

with big sparkly eyes and a constant grin on his face, he watched as you danced a song he had once danced to as well

after the performance ended he wouldn’t stop cuddling you no matter how many times you told him that it was hard to walk 

from that day on every time he listened to a song from a Korean group he’d always come up to you and ask you to dance with him   

Midorima:

you guys intended to go for a more cheerful song, but since the weather forecast said that it’s going to rain on the day of the school festival you guys danced to NOT BY THE MOON by GOT7

now...Midorima was quite the problematic boyfriend since he listened to Oha Asa more than to anyone else

he needed quite some time to actually start and listen to you, but luckily you managed to show him just how important it was to not only rely on stars, but also on his own thoughts and judgment

you were lucky that Oha Asa predicted a great surprise for Cancer on the day the school festival was dated, so he agreed to your invitation reluctantly 

and boy he did not regret it

the way you and your group performed such a melancholic song under the rain made him hold his breath for quite some time

he even panicked a little when you looked at him and smiled

after the performance, he had to drag you away from your friends so that he could start drying your wet hair off

“You’re going to catch a cold like that dummy.”

you remained silent and smiled to yourself at just how cute this green-haired tsundere boy can actually be 

“Is the towel today’s lucky item?”

“That’s right...”, he pouted, “You’re lucky I still listen to Oha Asa or you could’ve ended up sick”

without answering, you just nodded and looked at his other belongings as another wide smile adorned your face

“Was the second umbrella also a lucky item for today?”

the blush that appeared on your boyfriend’s face was something you had never expected seeing, but you did    

Aomine:

after debating which song fitted the ‘sexy’ category the most, you guys ended up choosing Poison by Secret

having someone as simple-minded and purely guided by his desires as a boyfriend proved to be quite the advantage at times

your friends and you were planning to dance at the school festival for quite some time, the only problem had been the song you guys had to choose

but the moment you remembered how Aomine had once commented on how sexy and alluring most Korean girl groups looked like when dancing, you knew in which direction you guys should go

one problem was that there were tons of sexy songs and dances out there, so you needed some expert help

“Momoi, I need you to ask Aomine what his preferences are!“

after thoroughly explaining what you actually meant, she happily obliged

Momoi was his childhood friend and even if you hated admitting it, there were still some situations you couldn’t overcome without her knowledge and help

so the plan the two of you came up with was to lie to Aomine and claim that your school had invited one of his favorite gravure models

it pained you to see just how eager he was to come for another girl, but it made you the more determined to show him a breathtaking performance

and trust me when I say this, but this man was not only taken aback, but he almost swallowed a fly - that’s how long his mouth was agape

not only the dance moves impressed him, but the way you guys - you especially - had trained to have that alluring look is what almost had him drooling 

he had never seen you that sexy and for him, it was as if new possibilities had just been revealed to him (a lot of those go into the NSFW section ( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉))      

Murasakibara:

what other song fitted this man best but Candy Pop by TWICE

there were some difficulties in motivating him to come and visit and even if you said that there will be sweets there he was still reluctant (much to your surprise)

so you decided to leave that topic be for now

you and your dance group practiced, perfected the dance, designed the clothes and before you knew it the day of the performance had arrived 

“(Y/N), are you alright?“

“You don’t look so well...“

you hated admitting it, but the fact that Murasakibara wouldn’t come was slowly getting to you 

normally you weren’t that nervous, but now that you knew that there wouldn’t be a giant purple-haired man amongst the spectators, your heart was about to explode

BUT being the lead dancer you couldn’t back out now, so you took a few deep breaths and went to the stage, waiting for the spotlights to fall on you and for the music to start

the moment you lifted your head and saw one certain person above everyone else, your nervousness was instantly blown away

“(Y/N)-chin that was amazing! I loved everything!“

“Your clothes, as well as the candy requisites, look so yummy, I’d straight out eat them if I could.“

between all the laughter, you managed to ask him what his thoughts on the overall dancing were, since you planned that song for him especially

“You’re seriously asking me such obvious questions?“

he hugged and lifted you up, kissing your cheek

“It was all amazing. I was so captivated by your sweet smile that I didn’t really pay that much attention to the song.“

Akashi:

for him, you decided on a happy sounding song with a hidden and deep message aka. Wannabe by ITZY

so first and foremost: hiding a secret from this man was impossible like literally IMPOSSIBLE

but as stubborn as you were, you still attempted it 

the way you tried to hide the fact that you would participate in the dance performance made him realize, that you were actually planning on surprising him with it 

so as the gentleman he was, he pretended not noticing your obvious lie and agreed to come and watch

he himself almost became the main attraction so he sadly had to look for a place in the back row

luckily one of your classmates saw him and immediately realized what the situation was 

“Excuse me are you Akashi, (Y/N)’s boyfriend?”

he nodded with a surprised face

“Well then please follow me, she managed to reserve you a seat at the front row!” 

and there he was, directly looking at you and only you

he might have seen past your lie, but he was genuinely surprised at how perfect you had mastered this dance 

after you guys finished, he thanked everyone for the wonderful performance and when you guys were finally alone he praised you nonstop 

“It was wonderful to watch you dance like that. I hope you don’t mind me teaching you some of the basic dances.”

“Which ones did you have in mind?”

“Walz, or maybe some Tango, what do you say?”  

[happy-beeeps]

So Kriffing Smooth

Pairing: mechanic!reader x Poe

Part 1!

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: None I think? Maybe language? It’s v v v fluffy!!!

A/N: this wasn’t gonna be a part fic, I was just gonna do drabbles, but I thought it was unfair to leave you guys hanging on how their first date went!!! Let me know if you want this to exist in parts or in drabbles that vaguely float on a timeline.

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“Rey, why is it that I own literally three changes of clothes and one of them is a flight suit?”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, so does Poe!”

“You’re lying and you know it, that man has the biggest wardrobe aside from General Organa in the entire Resistance.” Rey smiled and shook her head laughing as you adjusted one of the few outfits you had that wasn't for repairing ships. “You’re gonna be fine. He hasn’t stopped talking about this date since yesterday.”

“Stop saying this is a date or I’m going to break out into hives.” Who were you kidding, you’d already been antsy all morning. You had caught Poe’s eye earlier that day, and he had sent you a small wink and a wave and you almost choked on the meal bar you were eating. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you, Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the resistance actually liked you. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined this. You checked the time and cautiously looked over at Rey. “I guess we should go…” she pressed the button to open your door and gestured in front of you “after you.”

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You had found Poe leaning against the column outside of the mess, looking both effortlessly cool and utterly terrified. BB-8 was chirping away at his feet, rolling back and forth in anticipation. At the sight of you and Rey, it beeped with delight and rolled over to the two of you. “Hey buddy!” You called, crouching down to give him a gentle pat when Poe ran over. “Hey! You look, you look great!” He said, smiling over at you. “You clean house pretty nice yourself, flyboy.” You responded, sending him a playful nudge. Rey cleared her throat and gestured down to BB-8, “right well, the two of us are gonna go somewhere else that isn't here. You two have fun.” BB-8 sent a loud beep as a response, before the two headed another direction. Gesturing into the mess, Poe looked at you “shall we?”

You grabbed whatever food you could, and took your meal packs outside of the base to the lush forests of Ajan Kloss. You loved it out here, so different from the grey mechanical cityscape of Corellia, the greenery that surrounded you made being out here even better. You had to admit, Poe had timed it rather well, the suns were low in the sky, casting a purple glow on everything. It was light enough to see without assistance but dark enough that everything had a hazy warmth to it. He was smooth, really smooth. “Was Yavin-4 like this?” You asked as he leaned back on his palms to recline rather lazily next to you. You were seated criss cross beside him and rested your chin in your hand while you waited for his response. “Sort of, Yavin had more jungles, the thick and heavy kind that you get stuck in. I remember, one time I was flying with my mom, and I nearly wrecked her ship when I flew too low into some vines,” he laughed in spite of himself, and you blushed as you watched the way his eyes crinkled and his smile grew, “I’m shocked she ever let me fly again.” 

“I’m glad she did. I don’t know where we’d be without your fancy flying.” He gave you a small smirk before replying, “Gee, now you’re trying to make me blush. I thought I was the one trying to finally woo you.” You stared at him for a moment, eyes squinting in confusion. Surely you hadn’t been that shy around him. If anything, you thought your painfully awkward interactions made it abundantly clear that you were interested in him. “Poe… did you think I didn’t like you?”

“Well I mean, when you say it like that I get the idea that the answer is supposed to be no.” 

“You’re joking, oh my god I’m so embarrassed.” You said, laughing as you shook your head in your hands. “Hey hey hey, what do you have to be embarrassed about? I mean, if you didn’t like me, I mean, that’s probably a me thing. I’m pretty great but Finn says sometimes I can be a lot and-“

“No no, Poe, I just… I could never talk to you because I was way too awkward, I mean, kriff Poe have you seen yourself?”

“There you go again! How am I supposed to flirt with you when you’re doing all the heavy lifting!”

“I’m gonna be honest, you’ve got maybe another 30 seconds of this random confidence boost before I realize everything I’ve said and shut down again so, take advantage of it.” By now you too were sitting close to one another, mimicking his body language by extending your legs long in front of you. Poe reached out and softly grabbed your hand, before looking up at you before saying, “would it make you feel better if I said the reason I didn’t talk to you as much is because I thought you were way too smart and too beautiful to hangout with a guy like me?” Your cheeks burned a deep crimson before you looked down and back up at his eyes. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much when you replayed, “I mean, it definitely helps.”

* * *

Poe Dameron was smooth, you already knew this much, but as he led you away from your impromptu picnic towards the hanger, you didn’t realize how smooth. His arm snaked around your hips in an instant, and you hadn’t realized how much you had leaned into his side until he made a turn towards his ship and you almost tripped over him. You headed towards his X-Wing, complete with modifications you knew were definitely illegal, and watched as he opened the hatch and climbed in, he scooted all the way to the back of the seat, and gestured for you to follow him. “I promise it’s not as tight of a squeeze as it looks.” 

“No you’re fine,” you said, as you climbed into the space between his legs on the seat, “I've just never been in an X-Wing before.” As Poe reached around you to start working on the controls, you were starting to realize why. He was probably the only pilot with the capability, or straight guts, to do this. You couldn’t imagine it was an easy time. Still, with his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest, you couldn’t help but admit, this was really a nice time. He took off over the tall green trees forests and into the oceans of the planet. You felt like you hadn’t seen them in years, you rarely had the opportunity to fly around as a mechanic. “Poe, this is beautiful!” You exclaimed as you watched the moonlight start to shimmer over the water, like the fabric of one of the ornate gowns General Organa wore on only the best of holidays. “You think that’s pretty, wait’ll you see this!” He steered the ship upwards, through the air of the planet until you were floating just outside of the atmosphere. Stars glimmered all around you like tiny crystals, and you could practically feel his smile against your head. “It’s… even more beautiful than I remember it being.”

“When was the last time you got to go off world?”

“Oh gods, it’s been ages. I’m a mech, ya know? We don’t really have a reason to leave very much.”

“I guess so, but that’s a shame,” he said, before reaching around you to point to a bright cluster of baby blue stars, “those right there are some of my favorites out here, there’s something about them I just really like.” 

“It’s almost like an ocean in the sky.” You said, before shaking your head vigorously, “I’m sorry that was probably the most cliche thing you’ve ever heard.” He crosses both his arms around your shoulders and chest and pulled you in closer to him, “nah, sometimes the most cliche words just make sense when you're surrounded by stuff like this.” He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “like me saying that this is nothing compared to how pretty you are.” You beamed over at him before taking the ounce of courage you had saved and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re smooth Dameron, I’ll give you that.”

“Maybe, but it seems to be working for me so far. I can show you some more next time we go out?”

You leaned back into his chest and nuzzled in before smiling, “yeah, let’s keep this up.”

[jessesj]

Here Right Now - A St. Berry One Shot

I was inspired by the opening number of Ghost: The Musical to write this fluff piece to revive my old love for St. Berry. If there’s anyone out there who is still into reading St. Berry fanfic, I hope you enjoy this story of them purchasing their first home.

Of all the things that Jesse St. James imagined doing with his money after his first Tony Awards sweep, it sure as hell wasn’t this. Sure, a lot of people decide to go ahead and buy the house of their dreams when they come into fortune and fame, but he actually thought it would be a lofty penthouse suite overlooking Central Park with a rooftop pool that he could come home to after his shows on scorching summer nights. But, here we was, the literal day after the Tony Awards and now following his wife through the doors of a run down townhouse that appeared to be a day away from being condemned. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his nose crinkling as they ducked under a fallen beam that didn’t do much to boost his confidence on how structurally sound this building had to be. “I think to call this place a fixer-upper is a serious understatement.”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life...” Rachel replied with her usual flair for the dramatic. She stepped up to wipe away years of built up dust from the front window, allowing sunlight to fill the whole front room. “Well, except for being a Broadway star and marrying you.” 

It was then that the light hit Rachel’s face and he could see just how eager she was to somehow make this place their home. How could he deny those bright eyes that he fell for so long ago. Sometimes it felt like it was only yesterday that they were two high school students who believed show choir was the be-all and end-all of everything. There was a time when his life revolved around National trophies and trying to reclaim Rachel’s heart after so carelessly breaking it. Thank goodness the teenage drama was long gone, allowing them to move on and focus on what was here, right now. 

“This is it, Jesse. Can you see it? This is the entry way that’ll lead over to the biggest living room. We can put a sectional there with a coffee table. And the fireplace! We can put our Tony’s there and our Christmas stockings will hang from it in the winter.” 

She was speaking at about a mile a minute as she zipped through the space as quickly as she could. It was quite the feat, given the fact that the place was littered in old broken furniture, covered in dusty white sheets, and cobwebs for days. As she moved, Jesse had to make sure that he was one step ahead of her to push something out of the way, make sure that she didn’t get hurt, or get her hair covered in spiderwebs. 

“Do you think we can knock out this wall?” she asked as she pulled a bright pink measuring tape from a pocket in her oversized overalls. “Because then we can look out into our living room from the kitchen and watch our kids play.”

“Our kids, huh?” he asked with a light smirk that Rachel hoped he would never grow out of. “I suppose they will need a whole playroom as well. Is there room for that?”

“Already ahead of you!” she called out from the old staircase. His head whipped around to find her because he couldn’t figure out how she got up there so quickly. 

So he followed her, going up two stairs at a time just to keep up.

“Not only will there be a playroom, but this will be the--”

“Dance studio,” Jesse whispered, his eyes now gleaming with possibility as he looked over at the old mirrors on the far wall. He could actually see it. They could do their morning yoga there and come back whenever they wanted to practice a routine. And as the light filtered through the dust, he could practically see them with a small child in tights toddling across the hardwood floor in the tiniest of ballet slippers. 

“I can see it now, Rach. You know, life has been going at a mile a minute with the Award season and with you starting a new show that I never took a minute to stop and think about where it could all go from here. Where you go when all of your dreams start to come true. But this is it. This is where we get to build a new dream.”

As she stepped out of the shadows and into the light, he could see her eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. “You really think so, Jesse?”

“I know there’s so much left for us to discover, but this is where we’re going to do it all. This is where we’ll build a family and create a home,” he nodded. “Let’s do it.”

It was then that Rachel catapulted herself into his arms with utmost glee. In that moment, it was like time hadn’t actually passed and they were still just like the two love struck teenagers they once were when they first met. He twirled her in his arms like he had when they sang duets in her childhood bedroom. The only thing that really changed was the love that they shared which had grown and matured exponentially. Despite that, he would always still look at her like she was his north star. The star that was somehow bright enough to still shine through the bright lights of the big city. As he thought about it, he knew it was only fitting, because when he looked at her, he would always feel home. 

It was here, right now, in this hidden gem of a fixer upper that he felt it more than ever before.

[peach-pops]

Hi I just saw the Ukai request thing and I was wondering if I could get some head cannons of anyone on the team, falling hard for ukais daughter or niece

This was so fun to write! I never actually imply this in the request but the reader is adopted cause it’s more inclusive that way! I chose Daichi and Tanaka cause they seem like they would have Ukai react way differently!

Daichi & Tanaka Going Out With Ukai’s Daughter HC

➣Daichi

Okay so Daichi, being the captain and all, if there’s one thing he is really good at, it is respecting authority and understanding the chain of command

He’s worked from being a mere first-year peasant to being the daddy captain we all know and love

That’s why when he starts to catch feelings for Ukai’s daughter, he does his best to never step over the line because he doesn’t want to disrespect his family in any way 

It all started when you would show up to practice since Ukai didn’t want you alone at home but he gave everyone the speech to keep their eyes off of his kid

He made it a point to point out that you were his only child, his only daughter and that he would crack skulls without hesitation if any of the boys made you uncomfortable 

And yes, He looked at Tanaka and Noya the whole time because I swear they’ll simp for anything with two legs and a heartbeat 

Daichi doesn’t catch feelings for you right away though. He acknowledges that you’re pretty but it isn’t until you two slowly started to get to know each other more and more when Daichi realizes how hard he is falling for you

He’s sometimes a bit scared to make a move during volleyball practice since your dad is always like two feet away but you two share a class so you can bet your ass that he’s always sitting next to you and making up any excuse to talk to you

The two of you aren’t even dating but he is already so whipped for you 

Exhibit A

One day before practice, you complained that you had broken your headphones so without even asking you, he rushed to his house to get his pair and came back all sweaty and red, handing them over to you 

Exhibit B

Your favorite drink was stuck in the vending machine and you couldn’t shake it hard enough to make it drop but Daichi went over and bought four drinks so that way it could knock yours over 

Like you’re telling me that isn’t the cutest shit ever? Are my standards just low? ANYWAYS 

You eventually catch feelings for him cause duh look at him he’s perfect but you know that if it were to get more serious, Daichi would have to talk to your dad 

You knew you couldn’t go behind your dad’s back so telling him was the best and only option 

The whole time during practice, Daichi was nervous as hell. He really liked you but he also really respected his coach so he wasn’t even sure exactly how to go about it 

But when you gave his hand a light squeeze, it gave him a big boost of confidence cause screw it, you were worth it

So Daichi sucks it up and the two of you go up to Coach Ukai and he is such a confident and respectful dude he doesn’t even stutter

“ Coach Ukai, I want you to be the first to know that I have feelings for your daughter and she feels the same way about me. I know you’re protective of her but I would never do anything to hurt her, I can promise you that. If it’s okay with you, I’m planning to take her on a date this weekend if you would let me.”

“ Nope.” Ukai said simply as you whined and gave your dad the biggest puppy dog eyes

“  DAD!” You scolded as Ukai rolled his eyes,” Come on, wouldn’t you rather me date  the captain of a team that you can always keep an eye on than I don’t know, some asshole from a different team?”

“ Why does he have to be in volleyball in the first place? Better yet, why do you even need to date a boy? Are you trying to kill me?” Your dad asked as he looked between the two of you 

Ukai did realize deep down that Daichi was arguably the best option you had-He rather you be with Daichi than anyone else around your age group.

A part of Ukai knew that while he loved to see Daichi squirm, he really was a good guy and he just liked giving him a hard time 

“ Fine, have her home by ten.”

“ What about ten-thirty?” You asked as Daichi squeezed your hand and shook his head

“ No it’s okay, ten works just fine,” Daichi smiled back as Ukai couldn’t help but smirk because yep, you picked a good one 

Fast forward to your date and Daichi is outside your house dressed SO NICELY boy has a hot ass button up and everything 

And duh he has flowers for you he’s so cute I’m simping yall 

Obviously, Ukai opens the door and just shakes his head when he sees Daichi all nervous

“ No touching, I mean it kid. There has to be at least three feet between the two of you at all times and remember, if you ever hurt her I will personally bring a bat over to your house and-” 

“ Oh my god please stop, we’ll see you later!” You slip past your dad and grab Daichi’s arm to pull him down the driveway

“  I SAID NO TOUCHING!” 

➣Tanaka

Okay so you know how I said that Coach Ukai wouldn’t be too opposed with you going out with Daichi? Yeahhhh Tanaka is definitely one of the guys he much rather you not go out with at all

I honestly think Ukai sees so much of his younger self in Tanaka and that freaks him out

ANYWAY Lets go to the beginning tho

Tanaka first knows that he is crushing hard on you when he said the stupidest joke in class and of course, you were the only one to laugh cause lets be real, your sense of humor is pretty shit thanks to the internet 

And tanaka is like “ mhm yes I’ll marry you now” cause bruh no one laughs at my mans jokes he is SLEPT ON 

You two start hanging out and pretty quickly, you both are crushing extra hard on each other. It’s only been maybe like a week or two and you two are so uwu with each other it’s insane

One day before practice, you give him a quick kiss outside of the gym but Tanaka is a certified Clingy Boy™ so he pulls you back in for another one that’s much longer 

“ WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” 

You both whip your heads around to find Coach Ukai with literal smoke coming out of his ears as he is glaring so hard at Tanaka 

Tanaka’s headass is like “oh im probably getting yelled at for PDA or maybe I lost track of time and I’m late to practice” but oh boy is he wrong

Idk if you guys collectively share one braincell or whatever but it just clicks now for you that “ oh shit, we are so fucked” 

“ Dad, I can explain-”

Tanaka doesn’t even hear the rest of the conversation like his brain shuts down when he hears you say the word Dad 

And he’s thinking in his head that maybe you just call coaches dad for some weird reason but no, Ukai is actually your dad

There’s so much yelling that the rest of the Karasuno members are outside of the gym doors listening in on the conversation because they’re nosey as hell 

Noya is definitely conflicted because heck yes, his boy is dating a female but he also wants to laugh because of course, Tanaka is having bad luck 

Suga thinks it is HILARIOUS 

But anyway

After a whole bunch of yelling, Ukai just says screw it and starts practice and you promise that you’ll talk to him at home but he makes you stay in the gym so he can take you straight home after

BRUH during the whole practice Tanaka does soooooo bad like hes nervous and he feels so guilty

Obviously, if he knew about your dad he would’ve planned it out much better and even ask for his blessing but it was too late to be worrying about what he could’ve done 

“  Don’t be hard on him please. I swear, it didn’t even click that you were his coach and I didn’t want to go behind your back like that,” You said as your dad sat down next to you on the bench as the boys did drills,” but you overreacted. You know he’s sensitive and he’s going to keep beating himself up about it.” 

“ How do you think I feel seeing my daughter kiss a boy? Why can’t you wait until you’re thirty to have a boyfriend? ” Ukai knew you were at the age where he couldn’t keep you away from boys but he was just so protective 

You were his only kid but because you were his daughter, it only complicated things

I already know Ukai raised such a big daddy’s girl (not in a weird way yall) and while he knows he raised you to be super strong, he just wants to protect you from heartache

“ I really like him and he makes me happy and I promise, we won’t even interact with each other if we are around you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

That wasn’t the most comforting thought to Ukai but he knew he was wrapped around your finger and that he would eventually cave in

It took some time for him to get used to the two of you being together. You two never went on any dates at first because Tanaka wanted to ease your dad into the idea of you two being together

But it wasn’t until Ukai saw how protective Tanaka was whenever you would come along to tournaments that Ukai started to feel better at the idea 

Like Tanaka would go FERAL if a guy even looked at you the wrong way and Ukai was secretly like “ yeah you tell em!” 

It was actually comforting to Ukai that you were dating someone who would literally lay their life on the line for you at any given moment because as your dad, he would do the same

So after a few weeks, it was actually Ukai who went up to Tanaka to talk about the two of you going on dates

“ You have my blessing but just know, if you even look at my daughter the wrong way, I will kill you, no questions asked.” 

Tanaka was actually relieved because to him, that was such an easy request. He couldn’t even imagine hurting you or ever making you upset so he was already thinking of date ideas once Ukai finished his sentence

“ Should I start calling you dad now?”

“ Don’t push it.”  

[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause- Ch 17

A/N: NSFW chapter will be added to this DOCUMENT.

It was an extraordinary feeling being backstage during a Winchester Sex Bombs concert. It was only the manager, Crowley, a girl named Rayne who had been introduced as Sam’s girlfriend, and Maggie. There were no others in the room. A vast difference from the last time she had been there waiting for Dean to get finished performing. Back then, she had wondered if Dean would remember her and turn her away, choosing to hook up with one of the other women who had been in the room. Maggie never imagined that Dean had recognized her in the dimly lit bar and had wanted to find out if it was actually her; that he had often wondered what had happened to her after he and Lisa broke up. And she never, in her wildest dreams, would have thought she would end up in his bed that night. However, the childhood crush she'd had on her sister's lover had been mutual.  Dean just had never acted on it because well, he was with Lisa and Maggie was extremely underage at that time. But now, seven years later, that childhood crush has turned into something more, something serious. 

And to think, it all began after Maggie published an insulting and unfavorable article, causing Dean to seek her out. 

FLASHBACK 

“Let me be the first one to say though that you have no problems in that area. I was completely and utterly satisfied and fulfilled. You sure know what you’re doing in that department,” Maggie mutters as she feels a blush bloom on her cheeks. 

Dean tries to hide the grin that is threatening to take over his face. Maggie had actually been fulfilled, pleased even, with him. It was literally the first time he had heard that from someone he cared about. Sure those random hookups always thanked him for sex, but this time the words meant something to him; they were gratifying.

"Baby," Dean says laying a hand over Maggie's on the table. "That means more to me than you know."

After they finished eating, Maggie had invited Dean back to her place for a nightcap, where once again he got a chance to find out just how good at pleasuring a female he was.

Dean wasn't going to question how he got here as he pulled the shirt over Maggie's head,  exposing her bra-clad breasts. He wasn't going to wonder what deal he had made in another lifetime as he took those breasts into his hands but he sure was going to thank his lucky fucking stars when he once again got to sink into her hot, wet heat sans condom.

This time he had been prepared. Well, not that he had planned to be making love to Maggie; no, but he went in knowing how tight her body was and how much work it would take to get in. This time he wasn't going to explode only a few minutes later. 

Dean had gladly agreed to accompany Maggie back to her place for an after-dinner drink with the intention of inviting her to another concert and to meet his friends and bandmates. He knew she might be aggrieved to be in the same room as Benny, but he was going to try. 

They were sitting on her sofa when he decided to bring it up, Maggie sitting cross-legged. He turned and looked at her, causing her to sit her drink down and turn to him. 

"Mags," he began. "I know the last time didn't really end well and it’s totally my fault for not locking the door. But I was wondering if you'd be willing to, uh..ahem...come to another one of my gigs as my special guest. Meet the other members of the band." He nervously broached the subject, already mentally anticipating her refusal. "You remember Sammy, my little brother, right? He ain't so little anymore. And my best friend Cas. He came by your home with me a couple of times I believe." Dean knew he was rambling but he was trying to delay the inevitable rejection.

Only instead of declining the invitation, Maggie had surprised him with her own query. "And in exactly what capacity would I be in? To be your "special guest"?" She has asked, using her fingers to make air quotes.

Dean ran a hand across the back of his neck. Why was he feeling so shy and bashful around her? He was so confident and certain of himself on stage but in the company of this girl he was meek and timid, demure even. "Um. Well, Rayne is Sammy's girlfriend and she comes to all the shows. Sits backstage and waits while we perform. You could do that, maybe? I think you and her would hit it off."

"So-" Maggie started, unfolding her legs and throwing one over his lap, her hands on his shoulders. "-how would you introduce me to your friends?"

Dean hesitantly placed his hands on her hips. "What do you want me to introduce you as?" He tightens his grip on her and pulls her down onto his growing erection. He can already feel the heat from her core through the clothes on both their bodies. 

Maggie can't help but grind on his lap. His denim-covered dick pressed right against her clit and she could already feel herself getting wet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his ear, whispering. "Well, if we fucked again I guess you'd call me your girlfriend."

That was all it took. She pulled back to look at him and Dean crashed his lips onto hers. He tightened his grip and pulled her down onto his throbbing boner and began helping her writhe on him. Maggie’s arms clung firmly to him as she jerked back and forth, the friction in her panties boosting her arousal. “Dean, I want you,” she whispered against his lips.

In a flurry of movement, Maggie was off his lap and discarding her clothing as fast as he was. He hadn’t even got his jeans and boxers past his knees before she was back in his lap, her soft but drenched petals brushing against his hardness. “Fuck, Mags. I’ve wanted to do this again ever since the last time,” he whispered as he watched her movements. “You’ve got the best pussy ever.”

“You’re definitely the biggest I’ve ever had,” she said as his tip nudged her clit and she shuddered. “I felt you for days afterward.”

Dean groaned at her admission and the sensation of her dampness coating his dick. After a few minutes of just grinding against one another, Maggie lifted herself to allow Dean to grab his cock and guide it to her entrance. “Are you sure you can take me without preparation, baby?” he asked as he notched his tip at her entrance. “It’s been a while since we…” he didn’t finish his sentence because the thought of her with someone else made its way into his head and it fucking pissed him the hell off. He didn’t want to think of his sweet Maggie with anyone but him.

“Dean, I want to feel it. I want to feel every inch of you inside me. I can handle it, I promise.” And with those words she slowly began sinking down onto him.

Dean couldn’t help but throw his head back, eyes closed as he was enveloped by her tight cavern. It felt even tighter than last time and he guessed that was  understandable. The last time he had eaten her out and fingered her open, this time none of that happened.  “Oh fuck, baby! You are so fucking tight. Ride my dick, Mags,” he said as he adapted to the pleasure. 

Maggie began bouncing on his length with a random grinding motion thrown in. It was driving them both crazy. She could feel the coil in her abdomen constricting and knew she was going to soak his dick with her orgasm. “Dean, talk dirty to me. Tell me how it feels.”

At first, Dean didn’t hear her request; too enamored with the woman riding his cock with her tits bouncing in his face. Once her words registered, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. He could do this. He could tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“You wanna hear about how good that pussy feels sliding up and down my dick? How I can feel how tight you are and that I can tell you’re about to explode? I want to feel it, Maggie. I want you to cum all over my dick, let me feel it dripping down to my balls. Fuck Maggie, you feel good. God, baby. This is the only pussy I ever want.”

The deep timbre of his voice and his words were all it took before she felt that coil snap and she was cumming, doing just as he asked. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” Maggie chanted as she bounced vigorously on him. “Oh fuck, Dean.”

Dean pulled her body to his and kissed her languidly before pulling away and looking into her eyes. “Wanna do you from behind.” 

Maggie nodded and climbed off of Dean, positioning herself on the end of the couch with her elbows on the arm of the furniture and her knees on the cushion. Dean stood up, pulled the rest of his clothes off and climbed in behind her, looking at the beautiful vision before him. The skin on her thighs and ass were blemish-free and smooth. For just a second Dean remembered the girl he had shared with Leo and how she had enjoyed being spanked. For Maggie though, Dean couldn't even fathom the thought of marring her perfect complexion. He leisurely ran a palm down her asscheek, his pinkie breaching her crack. Maggie looked over her shoulder at him and said, “No backdoor!’

Dean smiled and responded, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckled slamming into her.

Maggie threw her head back in ecstasy. From this angle, it felt as if he went even deeper. She reveled in the pleasured pain of it. His thrusts were meticulous and exact, hitting her g-spot with every push and pull. She could already feel another orgasm brewing and bent down to bite the fabric on the sofa. Her legs began shaking and she was afraid she was going to fall but she was determined to power through it. 

Another half-hour though and she couldn’t take anymore. She dropped to the sofa and he followed, never severing the connection. Grabbing her hips tightly he set an aggressive pace, ramming into her, chasing is own impending end. Dean felt his balls clench and before he knew it, he was filling Maggie up again with his seed. 

When he was sure the last drop was done, he collapsed on top of her for a second, kissing her shoulder and neck. “Baby, that was beyond wonderful.”

Maggie smiled and hummed in affirmation before Dean rolled off of her and grabbed his boxers to clean himself off. He also used his tee to help her clean up then wadded the material in his hand. 

“So does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?” he asked with a smirk.

END FLASHBACK

Now here she is, backstage at another concert, waiting for her newfound boyfriend to finish his performance and come back to her, not out there picking women from the crowds to screw around with, a tremendous turn of events. 

Maggie tenses when Rayne speaks up, “So you’re Dean’s girlfriend? Wow, never thought he would settle down with just one girl.”

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