#i always forget how much i love coloring hm

[gargoylelads]

The Goddess of Stories

& the scanned line art version

First time that I realized convert brightness to opacity was a thing (is an idiot)

[webslingingslasher]

Modelling all the new lingerie you bought for frat Peter and he's absolutely losing his mind

i want to preface that this is absolutly size inclusive, i just went with victoria's secret for the branding but we're gonna pretend they have all the sizes and inclusitivity they should.

warnings: a lil smutty

Peter eyed the pink and black paper bag in your hand, he tried to be understanding but there is nothing in that store that’s for him. You said you had a surprise and you got him something, but here you were standing in front of him with a victoria’s secret bag and a wide smile. 

“If you want me to wear womens panties during sex I need to hear you say it now.” 

You laugh, “no, that’s not… wait, would you?” 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes, “always dramatic, parker.” 

He would. He’d do anything for you, you just don’t believe him yet. 

“No, I got these for you…” you trail and have a hand go digging, you pull up a lacy red lingerie piece. 

Dead silence, you start to feel insecure. Mandy assured you he’d like it, go feral even. But he’s giving you a blank stare, you want to throw the fabric over the balcony. After a crushing thirty second silence you feel warmth flooding your cheeks, you scramble to put the fabric back in. It’s pointless, you’d never be able to look at it again, let alone the store. 

Peter’s eyes widened watching your panicked movements, he was waiting for more information. He supposes it’s pretty but he really doesn’t think he could fit in it, plus this is a pretty major kink to throw on him at once. 

Refusing to make eye contact you ramble, “this was so stupid, I hate myself.” 

“Hey,” 

“Forget this ever happened, this is so embarrassing I have to leave.” 

“Hey,” louder. 

You bulldozed. 

“In fact, I think we could just end this here, peter. I mean this was obviously weird enough for the both-” 

He’s not going to lose you, “I didn’t say anything!” 

“That’s the point! You aren’t into it, Mandy swore you’d like it but-” 

Peter lets out a sigh, “baby, I mean, is that even my size?” 

You stop speaking and blink, you look at the bag and back at your frat boy. 

He thought it was for him, he actually thought you wanted him to dress up for you. 

“No, you dolt! They’re mine, I just wanted to, I dunno.. model them for you.” 

It felt less embarrassing wallowing in silence. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh!” 

A cocky grin spilled over his face, his hands interlocked behind his head and he leaned back on his bed, you watched his core tighten and flex with the movement. 

Peter licked his lips, “please do. Leave red for last, it’s my favorite color.” 

You’re glad he can’t see your shy smile, “I know.” 

The conformation makes the heat blossom in his chest. 

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Peter loves how you look, he says it every chance he gets, but knowing you put on a skimpy outfit with the goal being observed made you self conscious in a different way. Peter makes sure to dote on you plenty when he’s taking your clothes off, but those are small glances and kisses, this was you presenting yourself and showing off. 

You ran a hand down your torso as you exhaled heavily, you had to trust Peter. You weren’t sure what was happening between you two, it was a weird midway point. It was like you were dating but the casual touching or labeling was way off beat. 

The bathroom door clicks open and you step out boldly. 

“Ready?” 

Your boy’s head lifted off the bed, the first glance sent him scrambling to hit up. His eyes dragged over your body, everywhere he could see he soaked it in, like he was memorizing each curve of your body. It should make you feel self conscious, but he makes you confident. 

“My beautiful girl, hm?” His hands reach out, you step into his hold and feel him explore. You feel his fingertips race across the black lace of your bra, it’s not covering much, you can feel the heat of his hands through the mesh on your chest. 

You squirm as his tracing tickles you, his thumbs resting at your hips, he can’t stop himself. He lifts up the lace hanging from your front, the baby doll thrown over his head as he presses kisses up and down your torso. You sigh and grab the back of his head, you tangle into the curls and lean into him as his fingers dig into the plush on your waistline to keep you close. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” batty eyelashes blink up at you, he’s a proud simp and munch. He kisses right above your thong, “how’d I get so lucky?”

His words make your knees weak, he always talks like that, like he’s the most lucky person on the planet to have you in his arms. He acts like you chose him, like you picked the short straw, but you were the lucky one. 

You pat his shoulders and step away, “one out of five?” 

No hesitation, “seven.” 

“Cheat. Don’t go anywhere, I have two more.” 

Peter sputters, “as if you have to tell me?” 

—----------------------

This one was a lot more fitting. 

It was bold, it was a nice hunter green, a bold bra and itty, bitty, crotchless panties. 

It felt like everything but your nipples were out, you’d burn this one if you hadn’t put your foot in your mouth about two more. You tap your foot as you look over yourself in the mirror and shake your head. Peter's seen you naked hundreds of times but you felt more exposed than ever before. 

“Petey?” 

Muffled, “yes, baby?” 

You didn’t know where to go from there, you heard movement, then a little closer to the door. 

“You alright, baby?” 

You let out a puff of air, “it’s a lot.” 

He’s connecting dots, “the outfit?” 

“Yeah.” 

Peter lets out an airy laugh, “I hate to tell you babe, but I’ve seen it all and love it more every time I do.” 

You nibble your lip, you just need a hype man, he could be that easily. 

“I’m like, naked naked.” 

“Perfect.” 

“It’s dark green.” 

A whine, “please let me see!” 

You crack the door open and peek out an eye, you see Peter watching the ground before looking up and smiling wide. You swing it open and spin slowly, his eyes not leaving your lower half. Peter crosses to the doorway and pulls at your hips and throws you on the bathroom counter. 

You gasp and watch his eyes trail down, he catches sight between your legs and you close them self consciously, his hand stops the meeting, then taps at your knee with his thumb for you to open back up for him. He takes his time drawing you in, his throat low and scratchy when he speaks. 

“Oh, oh I like these. I like these a lot.” 

Peter’s thumb races up the side of your thigh before gently tracing around your inner thigh and higher, you jostle as he rubs over the space your crotch should be, you choke on air and hit your head against the mirror, you open your eyes to see his locked on your face, his pupils blended into his eyes. 

He circles again and you grab his wrist to push it away, “I still have to show you the red one.” 

“I already saw it, I’m about to get on my knees and worship you.” 

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, “let me show you the last one, then you can choose which one you wanna take me in.” 

Peter gives a sharp inhale, “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.” 

—-----------------------

A full piece in red, you picked this one out yourself. It screamed Peter, the color, the lace, the style. 

The body had a built in corset, red cinched your waist. The bottom lapels had straps that connected to your thigh belts, this time a cheeky pair of underwear. It contrasted the harsh sex of the bodice, a peek of bum that led more to the imagination, just like your chest being pushed up from the corset. 

It was both the most dressed and undressed you’ve been all evening. The other’s were more uncovered but this one made you feel hot and powerful and confident. 

You didn’t need any help with this one. 

“This gotta be your favorite, right?” 

Peter felt time stop, he was absolutely speechless. He’s never seen you so.. so… gorgeous. A cocky grin, one that told him you knew how good you looked. And he doesn’t care what anyone has to say, his girl wearing his favorite color in lingerie was the down right sexiest thing he’s ever seen. 

His silence doesn’t scare you, it makes you fill with pride. 

“Yeah… that’s the one.” 

You stalked to the end of the bed where he sat, his fingers tugging at your thigh buckles. 

“I’ve never had a girl dress up for me like this.” A delicate confession, while his fingers and hands fondled over your backside and thighs. 

You shrug and run your hand through his hair, “you make me want to dress up for you.” 

Peter pulls at you to straddle his waist, “I’ll never stop being grateful.” 

“Is this the winner? You can take it off whenever.” 

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, “I kinda just like looking at you right now.” 

The black piece was lust. 

The green piece was passion. 

The red piece was love. 

Three things are very clear to Peter Parker in that moment. 

One, he wasn’t sure when, but you were going to be his girlfriend. 

Two, he’s almost eighty percent sure he loves you. 

Three, this is the hardest he’s been in his entire life. 

[churipu]

HAIIII IPIN !!!!!!! can i request gojo, geto, and nanami (separate) having a gf that's really optimistic? just someone who sees the good in everything and anything, and positive at all times! thank SOOOO much !!!!

JJK MEN + OPTIMISTIC GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem! reader

warning. people being mean to u >:(

note. HAIIII ANONN!!! i love this request bcs sometimes i read books, mangas, watch movies, you name 'em and see a certain character having the most positive mindset and i just go must protecc >:( anyways, thank you anon for requesting just after i opened the request box, istg i love all your ideas so much it makes me feel full <;33

GOJO SATORU. absolutely hates the way you try to see the good in people — specifically people who have hurt your feelings in the past. he just wonders what goes on in your mind to just forgive and forget everyone who has wronged you.

you did. but not him.

"baby, that guy called you names when you were in high school!" gojo whines, laying down on the bed, draping an arm over your torso, "why are you still willing to meet him?"

"satoru, he said he was sorry!" you smiled at him, tracing his features softly — the male grumbled but leaned into your touch, "and plus it's not nice to hold grudges, it's been what? how many years?"

a loud whine escapes his throat as he pulled you close, "it doesn't matter how many years it has been, he still hurt your feelings. and nobody does that to my baby," he said, miffed.

you couldn't help but to chuckle, "well, you are coming along, so i have nothing to worry about."

the male grins, "damn right i am coming, he better sleep with one eye open starting from now," gojo threatens.

gojo just cannot wrap his head around your concept of "forgive-and-forget" because you never hold grudges, you forget everything and still talk to people who've wronged you, and you still have the heart to accept them.

as much as people say "forgive and forget", they end up at least holding the tiniest bit of grudge — or even a bigger grudge, right? but you? you don't. you actually forgive and forget.

well — thankfully, not him. he takes his job to protect you seriously, from any kind of harm, including monsters (people who were mean to you) both in the past, present, and possibly the future.

"baby, can you stop hanging out with that one girl? the one who always wears the purple colored eye-shadow?" he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"hm? why?"

"i don't like the vibe she gives out. it's giving...well...cruella de vil." he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose in content as you went on with your skincare routine.

"satoru," you mumbled, "you can't just judge her by her vibes."

he groans, "but baby, i swear i could just feel it! she's evil," he whispers in your ear.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. just tell me if she does anything to you, i'll give her a piece of my mind (hollow purple)." he mutters out, pouting and upset as you brushed his speculations off.

GETO SUGURU. he loves it and hates it at the same time. geto loves how positive you are against the world — and what more does he need, really? it's you and him against the world at this point, although he feels like he doesn't contribute much to your positive energy (that's what he thinks).

geto thinks of himself as a pretty negative person. and you know. the both of you had a lot of deep talks about everything, including what you both had in mind. and honestly, geto wasn't surprised if he hears you talking about how your life was going smoothly; and his was just a contradiction to what you have.

it's life, people come and go. but geto seemed skeptical of that term, why couldn't people come and stay? he finds it hard to believe that you could be the one leaving him at anytime of the day, and the thought just terrifies the male.

the death of amanai put a hole in his mind that couldn't be closed off, and it fucking scarred him. but you were there for him, you didn't sugar coat words or tell him white lies — you tell him everything, straight to his face, and your choices of words made him feel loved. what else could he ask for?

"'m sorry," he mutters into your shoulder, and his voice comes out a bit muffled.

you brushed his nape gently, "it's alright sugu, you know you don't have to apologize for being sad, right?" you tell him, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head, "it's okay to be a little sad."

sometimes he asks himself if he really deserved you or not. but at the end of the day; you always convince him that he deserved it.

geto hates your optimism sometimes because he watches people trample over you and you brush them off with a smile, it makes him feel angry. he asks himself why you were doing this to yourself? believe me when he tried asking you to try talking back, or putting up a fight.

"angel, you know it makes me kind of sad that you'd let people talk to you that way," he said to you, grazing his finger over your cheek gently.

you shot him a gentle smile, "'ts okay sugu, what good do i get from arguing back to them, really?"

he just pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, saying nothing. god, he just wanted to protect you from the world — why does everyone have to be so fucking mean to you?

"will you be mad if i tell them off for you?" he asks

"depends on your methods, tell me about it."

"threatening them. if it doesn't work, violence." he mutters out briefly.

"sugu, no."

NANAMI KENTO. he doesn't mind it, he finds you endearing, really. a cat getting hurt? he'll accompany you to the vet with it. or a child crying because of a fall? he'll watch you help them without any single thoughts behind.

he just loves how selfless you are. nanami once read a quote, "when given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind." and every time he sees a selfless act from you — he just kinds of chanted it in his mind, and tell you what, nanami is such a proud boyfriend.

nanami loves how you see the good in everything, a person spilled their food on you? you tell them mistakes happen. a person bumping into you and then blaming you for it? you tell them you're sorry and thought that maybe they just had a really bad day.

but sometimes he couldn't help but to worry over you — someone so positive, bubbly, and optimistic around people who (probably) have disgusting minds. when he's not around to keep an eye on you, he just worries that someone might took advantage of your kindness and throw it out the window.

and he wouldn't be there to stop it from happening.

"ken, i'm going to go out for a hang out. it's fine, i've got my friends with me!" god, the jitters that he gets whenever you mention your friends — he was never really fond of the friends you have now, especially since they were trying hard to earn his attention. he knows they were just using you.

the texts they sent to him behind your back, the shit-talking about you, and everything else. god, he wanted to tell you about it; but he just didn't have the heart to, because he knows it will break your heart.

although nanami told them off quite rudely, defending you — it baffled him to how they still try to hang out with you with no shame after. and he tried telling you about how he doesn't like them, but you tell him it was fine.

"may i come along then?" just the thought of leaving you alone with those people pisses him off to the core, if he can't stop you from being friends with them — he will be with you.

when you agreed, he made it his job to expose them as nicely as he could. and he succeeded, oh the ecstasy he felt when you finally told them you didn't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(and he ended up showing you the texts).

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[selfishmachinez]

About time I found someone who writes for mammon !! With that being said, I’d like to ask for him with a service top/dom reader? N maybe near the end once we’ve pleased him he returns the favor via oral ? ^^’

MAMMON WITH SERVICE TOP!READER

notes: HIIIHII THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT??? GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN I LOVE THIS LITTLE THING SM☺️☺️ also im so sorry about the wait i got sick and didnt have inspo for like a day😔

warnings: not writing mammon's accent sorry💔 idk how to write accents properly just imagine it in ur mind idk; mammon being an asshole (hey, its mammon.); afab reader; insults like cunt/whore/bitch etc are still used in a gn way tho; my gf proofread like 80% of this if theres any typos blame her not me /j

word count: 1,510 (not including a/n)

NSFW UNDER CUT

okay lets get this straight

this man can NOT be a good dom

he's literally the single of greed what do you expect

our little pillow princess /hj

okay imagine this: after fizz quit, he's obviously PISSED OFF, so u do a little favor for him (wink wink)

Normally, during his Clown Pageants, you'd just sit next to him and the fizzbots on his web, watching the contestants try to win the crowd over, just to miserably fail, and watch Fizzarolli win... again.

This one had to be the most interesting one so far. Fizzarolli quit. And insulted Mammon too. He was pissed, to say the least.

You left the web a while before he "exploded" the Theatre and entered his office.

"That little bitch!" He shouted, bursting inside the office, not in full demon form anymore.

"Mam, the door." You warned him. But yeah, he pretty much already broke the door. Whatever. He's got the money, he'll get it fixed later.

He sat down on his bean bag next to you. "Can you believe it? I made that cunt! And he just walks out the scene like that!" He bitched, sitting down next to you. "That ungrateful, useless, little-" You shushed him before he could finish his sentence. "WHAT?" He growled at you.

"I think you need to, y'know, relax a little. You know what I mean?" You said, giving him the look. His eyes widened a little at the statement. "Just sit back and enjoy yourself, okay?" You said, running a hand under his motley.

"Fuck." He groaned. He was trying his hardest not to just rip his clothes off. He had a tough day. He needed this. He needed you. Your touch.

You run your hand down his pants, pulling his cock out. He was so painfully hard already. "You're this hard already? All because of me huh? You just love the attention, don't you?"

"Just- fuck, don't make me beg, you cunt." He moaned out, leaning back against the bean bag.

"Alright, boss," you said, your voice dripping with lust. You knew how much of a whore he was for that type of nickname.

brief interruption☝️ i hc his dick is about 10" (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG HE IS ofc hes gonna have a huge cock) and has the same colors as his tongue (purple/periwinkle with dark yellow stripes) AND HELLA GIRTHY TOO HELLO????? CONTINUING,

You gently grip his cock, tracing circles on his tip with your thumb, causing the tiniest drop of pre-cum to leak out. "You like this already? Gosh, you ain't gonna last a second like this." You teased, beginning to stroke his dick at painfully slow rate.

"Doll, please," he panted out, in the most ridiculous fashion ever.

"Don't be greedy, Mam." You chuckled, he was so cute begging like this. "I thought you said you wouldn't beg."

"Maybe if you did a better job at this, bitch." He grunted.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said, softening your grip around his member, causing him to panic a bit. "No! Don't!" He begged, tugging at your sleeves with his bottom pair of arms. "Doll, c'mon. Don't leave me hanging."

"Hm," you wrapped another hand around his dick. "Fine, since you're being such a good boy." You'd have some work to do now. Giving him handjobs was always such a handful, no pun intended. Since he's big, a single hand was never enough. You thought about it for a while, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. "So?"

"Right. My bad." You got back to it quickly though; moving your hand up and down his member at a quicker pace, making him pant and whimper under your touch.

You wanted to give him a blowjob. Should you, though? Yes. Definitely. Even though the back of your throat would hurt horribly afterwards.

Your hands are quick to let go of him, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Whatcha doin'?" His confusion died down swiftly after he saw you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. "Don't." He said, grinning as he just ripped them off himself, spreading his legs. "Good boy." You mumbled, kissing his length.

While one of your hands rested on his inner thigh, rubbing gentle circles on it with your index finger, your tongue went from his base to his tip, feeling every little vein on the way up there.

"Fuck, pumpkin." He moaned, grabbing the back of your head. "Please." He lifted your head up to make you look at him. He gave you the most pathetic grin ever, sweating his ass off.

"Don't be a baby." You kissed his tip, making him moan, covering his mouth with his hand.

After teasing and edging him for a good 5 minutes, he had enough of that. "Just- ugh, please." He groaned, tugging at your hair. "Do it already. Ya teasing me too much."

"Stop being a brat, whore." You shut him up with that. "Good." Finally, you got to work. Though you only swallowed his tip at first, he was already a mess. But you had to keep going; you force yourself down his length as best as you could, licking and sucking on him. That was definitely not enough though, so you grab the part you couldnt get down your throat with your hand, caressing his base.

"Close. 'M so fucking-" He groaned, sending down little electric shocks. Oh, yeah, he does that sometimes.

another interruption, i hc him an being a ballooning/joro spider, since he kinda looks like one and they use electricity like him‼️ okay CONTINUING ONCE MOREEEE,,,,,

You took your mouth off him for a bit, gasping for air. "You're being so greedy, you know that?" You grinned at him. He looked like such a mess right now. Panting and sweating. But by god, did he look adorable like that. You go back to just gently licking down at his member, looking him in the eyes.

"Pumpkin, please, 'm so close- fuck..."

"Is that so? Hm?" You mumbled, kissing his base gently, going back to patting his tip with your palm. He greedily humped your palm, eager to cum.

He kept on buckling against your palm until he moaned loudly against his hand. "I'm gonna..." You pulled your hand away from his tip, letting him cum all over your face. He slumped down on the bean bag, gasping for air louder than he had to.

You sigh, getting up to grab some tissues to get you both cleaned. He calls you, "Yes?" You reply.

"Y'know, I could 'pay you back'." He grinned, getting up and grabbing you by the waist. "Ya just calmed me down, guess I owe you a little favor." Without warning you, he grabs you and throws you (as gently as he could) back on the bean bag, leaning on top of you, licking his own cum off your face.

"Cleaning the mess you made with your tongue like that? You slut." You fiddle with his jester hat. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"Just trust me, sweet cheeks." He mumbled, taking your pants/skirt/shorts off. Oh. Was he gonna..? Normally, he wouldn't really pay you back, not that you wanted him to. You were perfectly fine with just pleasuring him. "You don't have to."

"I want to. Are you gonna let me do my thing, yeah?." He grumbled, taking your underwear off with his teeth. God.

"Mhm, yes sir." He kissed down at your v-line, making you tremble slightly.

a/n, i tried to hard to write an amab version but god im horrid at this

also holy shit have you seen his tongue

he def knows how to use it for good

im wet i mean who said that whaaaatttt🤯

He gently licked down at your clit. Once, twice. Then stopped. "Why'd you..?" But he shushed you by shoving a finger inside you. "Ya like this?" You answer with a weak moan, which he took as a "yes".

So, he put another finger in, scissoring them inside you. He sucked on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "Use... your tongue."

"Hm? What?" He pulled out, looking up at you, a wide grin spread across his face.

"You know what I mean." He looked back down at your cunt. You squished his face between your thighs. He took his fingers out, licking them before replacing them with his much longer and thicker tongue, making you whimper. Loudly. He moved his tongue inside you. Up and down, left and right, in and out.

It was rare for him to give you oral, but when he did, it felt like heaven. He pulled out, panting. But you shoved his face back there. He couldn't stop. Not now.

He quickly went back to eating you out, needily thrusting his tongue in and out your pussy.

"Good fucking God, Mammon-" And there he goes again, pulling his tongue out. "Why'd you stopp..." You whined. He looked down at your puffy and wet cunt. "Shouldn't have teased me earlier."

"What, but- but you know you like it!" Your tone dripped with desperation. You needed to cum so badly. Would he give you the satisfaction that early though? Obviously not. Not out of selfishness, he just had to give you a good orgasm. Like the one you gave him. "Mhm..." He huffed against your entrance, gently shoving a finger in while licking your clit in a circular motion.

He did so for a good 5 minutes, before adding a finger, then another one. You couldn't take it anymore. He was overstimulating you so much. You aggressively tugged at his hat, forcing him onto you even more. He took two fingers out, replacing the latter with his tongue.

You definitely couldn't take it anymore. "Mammon, I'm gonna..." Finally, he let you cum. Not that you let go of him for a good 10 seconds though. You gripped at his hat, still riding out your high.

"See, told ya I'd pay you back."

[linos-luna]

My Queen (Pt. 7) • Last part •

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, smut, fingering, groping

(Pt. 6) (Last Part)

—————————— 👑———————————

The days come and go. As you plan your wedding, you feel like you’re in a dream. Hyunjin has become even more attentive and protective but you don’t mind. He gives you all the love and attention you could ever want. He wanted you to be happy everyday all day.

Your love for him has become stronger. No matter what anyone says, you know that Hyunjin is the prince that returned you to the castle at took you away from the dangerous world. The world is cruel. Full of awful people that want to hurt you and dangerous structures. It is much more safe to stay in the castle.

Speaking of, you love your castle. You’ve made it your own and decorated as you please. The bedroom is elegant and cozy, kitchen is rich with color and ingredients for the best food, and living room decorated beautifully. Every room was filled with your favorite colors and personal touch. Your castle is gorgeous.

You and Hyunjin have worked so hard on the garden. Growing strawberries, tomatoes and zucchini. Many other foods as well. The flowers? Well you grew some news but kept the older ones as well. The ones you couldn’t see? It’s silly to think they were never there. They were just to beautiful for the human eye to comprehend, but they are there, no doubt.

With the amount of growth and fluoresment present, you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been here. Perhaps a year…? Who knows. And it doesn’t even matter to you.

~~~~~~ 👑

It’s a beautiful spring day and you found yourself in the garden, picking the fresh strawberries from their vines. You can’t wait to eat them with your fiancé. Fresh strawberries, Greek yogurt, and granola. A perfect lunch.

You walk in with the basket of berries, taking them to the kitchen before washing your hands in the sink. You had gotten some dirt on your hands but you didn’t mind.

Hyunjin watched as you washed the strawberries and pulled out some bowls.

“What are you making, my love?” He speaks up suddenly.

“Parfaits.” You replied.

“My Queen, you do not need to work so hard.”

“It’s okay.” You say with a smile while cutting the stems from the strawberries. “I want to make it.”

Hyunjin shrugged, letting you continue. It wasn’t long before you finished and set the bowls on the table.

“My love, it looks amazing.”

“Thanks Jinnie.” You smile when watching him eat. He then feeds you. The fresh strawberries were sweet and delicious.

At some point, Hyunjin gave you a sudden kiss. The taste of strawberries lingered on your and his lips.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin chuckled. “I just love you.” He was always so sweet. Hyunjin looked at you with love in his eyes as he gently rubbed your cheek.

“I love you too Jinnie.” You replied with a smile. When finishing your food, Hyunjin gets up and cleans up the dishes. Meanwhile you look at your phone, reading the incoming messages. It was Jihyo. Hyunjin knows how important your friend is to you so he finally let you keep and use your phone. After all, There’s no reason not to trust you.

After responding, you slip your phone back in your pocket and move to the living room. Something was playing on the TV but it was more like background noise as you barely paid attention to it. Hyunjin sat next to you, giving a kiss to your cheek.

“My Queen? Do you know what today is?”

“Hm?”

“It’s our one year anniversary!” Hyunjin said excitedly.

“Oh wow.” You replied, now thinking about it. Had it really been a year??

“My love, it’s been a year since I brought you home.” He chuckled. “How could you forget?”

“I’m losing track of time I guess.”

“My sweet Queen… let me ravish you with love.” He said while turning your head to kiss your lips.

You gently kiss back as he puts his hand on your hip. This kisses were passionate and lips so addicting. You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and pushing you on your back.

Hyunjin looked over you while touching you under your shirt, massaging your braless breasts and continuing to kiss down your neck, nipping every once in a while. You let out breathy moans as he use one hand to palm over your pants.

This had you hot and needy. You desperately pulled your shirt off and tugged down your pants.

Hyunjin loved this and continued by sucking at your breasts and teasing your clit, slipping his fingers under your panties. This had you moaning and whimpering.

“My love, let me please you…” he whispered against your neck before slipping his two fingers in your cunt.

“F-fuck— Jinnie—!”

“Shh… relax my darling.”

Hyunjin slowly went in and out with his fingers, curving them ever so slightly to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Breathy moans escaped your lips and your back slightly arched. It was hard not to sound like you’re crying as tears rolled down your cheeks. You tightly gripped his hair as you were already so close to reaching your high.

“Cmon, my love… cum on my fingers…”

“F-fuck—….” With a loud moan and eyes rolled back, you let go.

After pulling out his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth to taste your essence.

“My Queen…” he breathed. “My Queen is so sweet…”

You stared at him, feeling a bit dazed. His addictive plump limps and hypnotic eyes made you want more. You whimpered a little, needing his attention again. It was only a short bit before he started kissing you again.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I just want you…” you replied while holding on to him.

“Yeah? My sweet queen, you’ll always have me.” He smiled while rubbing your cheek. “My love, do you understand how beautiful you are?”

You only shook your head.

Hyunjin chuckled and rubbed your sides. “You are the most beautiful person ever… most kind and loving… no one deserves your graciousness.”

All you could do was blush at his compliments. He did this often but it always had you falling for him all over again.

“My sweet queen, I’ll protect you forever… I’ll keep the hideous world away…” Hyunjin continued giving soft kisses along your neck. “I love you… and I’ll never leave you… but will you ever leave me?”

“I would never.” You managed to get out between kisses.

"My Queen, I got you something," Hyunjin announced as he got up. "For the wedding."

Putting your shirt and pants back on, you followed him to the bedroom. "For your veil, you deserve a crown," he said, presenting a sparkly tiara, undoubtedly an exquisite and expensive piece. "I believe it will go perfectly with whatever dress you pick."

"Wow!" you said excitedly. "It's so pretty!"

Hyunjin smiled, placing the tiara on your head. "My Love, we will be going dress shopping today."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now go get ready. Keep the crown on."

With a kiss on the lips, you eagerly headed to the closet to get dressed for the outing.

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Hyunjin took you to the finest stores in town to find the perfect wedding dress. His anxiety and paranoia were setting in as he stayed by your side and hyper vigilant. While in a bridal shop, Hyunjin waited patiently in the dressing room until the manager approached him.

"Sir, is that your fiancée?" she asked curiously.

"Yes.”

"Not to be rude, but isn't the bride supposed to go dress shopping with her mother and bridesmaids?"

Hyunjin shot her an annoyed expression. "Well, I'm shopping with her."

"Yes, but—?"

"She only needs me!" he blurted out, causing the woman to back off, concerned about his outburst.

She couldn’t help thinking about it, she feels like she’s seen you before… maybe online or tv…? It had her feeling extra suspicious of Hyunjin.

"Jinnie! I think I found the one!" you cheered as you emerged from the dressing room.

"My Queen, you look stunning!" he complimented, genuinely pleased. "I really like it."

"Then we should get it!"

As you changed, Hyunjin couldn't help but notice the manager staring at him. His paranoia growing, and despite your conversation from the dressing room, his mind wandered. "Something is wrong," he whispered to himself.

He was lost in a battle, tuning out everything around him. The struggle was evident, muttering phrases like "don't take her" until he snapped back to reality, facing a concerned policeman.

"Are you alright?" the officer asked with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be alright? I'm just shopping with my fiancée!" Hyunjin laughed nervously, dismissing any suspicion.

The officer, however, mentioned a report of shady business and a potential missing person.

“Shady?? What do you mean?”

“I mean… you seem to be keeping a really close eye on your ‘fiancée’ and she looks like someone from a missing persons report.”

“Missing?! She’s not missing!”

“Well, not to you, obviously.

“She’s not missing.” He repeated.

“I’ll speak to her—”

“No!” Hyunjin snapped.

“What’s going on?” You said while poking your head out.

“Nothing, my love. Ignore it.”

“No, ma’am.” The cop said while walking up to you. “I just had a question.”

“Oh, okay?” You nodded awkwardly.

“I believe you’re on a missing persons report.”

“She’s not missing!” Hyunjin yelled.”

“Are you here willingly?” The cop said with a sigh.

“What? Of course I’m here willingly! I love Hyunjin!” You say quickly. “We’re gonna get married!”

“Okay. But were you kidnapped or—?”

“Kidnapped?!” You interrupted. “You have this all wrong. Hyunjin saved me. He brought me back to the castle.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s the love of my life! No one loves me like he does.” You say with a smile while looking at Hyunjin who was standing there nervously.

As he questioned you, Hyunjin grew defensive, insisting you weren't missing. The officer wanted to speak with you alone, but you refused,

“Alright, I just want to make sure.” The officer nodded. He was still a bit suspicious

“Ma’am are you sure you wouldnt you like to step to the side for a recorded statement? Maybe to the police station?”

“And leave Hyunjin?” You said with a frown while going to and hugging hyunjin’s arm. “No it’s not safe!”

“It’s the police station, you’ll be—”

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” Hyunjin interrupted.

“I’m sorry, officer but I don’t wanna go. I have to stay with Jinnie and finish getting ready for our wedding.”

The cop frowned, He was 100% you were the missing person but knows that there’s nothing he could do as you were an adult. He apologized and left you guys alone, writing down some notes.

The officer was still suspicious as he left and Hyunjin held you tight. “I told you it was dangerous out here! We must go home!”

You agreed, ready to pay and leave as soon as possible.

On the drive home, you discussed wedding plans, and Hyunjin marveled at your excitement, relieved to be away from the dangers outside the castle.

After returning home, Hyunjin helped you relax before a late dinner. As you sat down, you couldn't shake off the curiosity about the policeman's intentions.

"Jinnie?" you asked.

"Yes, my love?" Hyunjin replied.

"Why did that policeman want me to go with him?"

"Probably to steal you away," he sighed, "and lock you up."

"Why would he do that?"

"There are crazy and dangerous people out there. That's why you must stay here with me."

"Okay," you smiled. "Thank you for protecting me."

~~~~~ 👑

A month passed, and the day of the wedding arrived. The outdoor venue was adorned with your favorite colors and decorations. A priest stood at the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony.

Your friend Jihyo assisted you in getting ready, doing your makeup and hair. As you admired yourself in the mirror, Jihyo struck up a conversation.

"Y/n, are you sure about this..."

"Yes," you smiled, looking back at her.

Jihyo sighed. "Well, are you happy? Genuinely?"

"Mmhm, I am," you replied.

"Okay," Jihyo sighed, knowing there was nothing more she could do. As your friend, she wished for your happiness, and she'd be there if you.

"Y/n, I'm happy for you. If you ever need anything, I'm always here for you. Come see me if you need anything."

You gave your friend a hug, and with that, Jihyo ushered you towards the aisle, where Hyunjin awaited. Tears formed in your eyes as you nodded, ready to marry the love of your life.

As the ceremony unfolded, the music played, your heart was racing. Walking down the aisle, you felt overwhelming joy. Marrying Hyunjin meant spending the rest of your life with the one you love, and that prospect filled you with great happiness. This marked the beginning of the happiest day of your life.

[shogunish]

𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿.

pairing. student! gojo satoru x reader

genre. fluff, slice of life, idiots in love

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff

summary. and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.

words. 901

note. don't imagine falling in love with toru in autumn, sharing hot chocolate, cozy movie dates and him giving you his sweater bc yours don't keep you warm enough

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

satoru doesn't know why you love autumn so much when it's not only the busiest time for sorcerers, but also annoyingly windy with sudden downpours out of nowhere. days are cut short since the sun would set earlier than usual and dark skies would envelop tokyo at five pm instead of at nine in the late evening. autumn is the season in which everything starts dying or hiding away; may it be trees drying out and shedding their once lush leaves or that small hedgehog across the street searching for a cozy, safe place to hibernate.

a scowl rested on satoru's handsome face. the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks are bitten red by the chilly temperatures lingering in the streets. snot runs from his nostril and he sniffles. even the coat paired with the scarf wrapped around his neck can't stop his runny nose. satoru isn't sick, oh no. if anything, he's sick of the weather.

chilly temperatures always equal a runny nose for satoru.

he sighs, cerulean eyes rolling behind pitch black shades. "next time, you go on that walk by yourself. my doctor will hear about you if i get sick."

a light bounce is in your step. turning to face satoru, you smile at him. "stop exaggerating. i just wanted to see you and spend some time with you." satoru is right next to you, eyeing you from his peripheral. "you've been away so much ever since autumn came."

he just scoffs. luckily, satoru's cheeks are already red or else you would've called him out on the blush blooming across his cheeks. he likes to pretend to be tough and immune to your words when in reality, each of your honeyed words cut through his defenses like butter.

"must miss me real bad, huh? how cute." satoru puffs his chest out, proud of the comment he's just come up with.

a little pout rests upon your lips and all of a sudden, you feel a little shy, because yes, you do miss satoru real bad and feel almost..lonely without him. but with an ego as massive as satoru is tall, you can't give him that sort of satisfaction. so all you do is huff in response. "all i heard is that i'm cute."

selective hearing, hm?

despite the several layers of clothes hiding your skin and keeping you toasty warm, satoru knows how to worm his way through every single layer until he is underneath your skin, flustering you and making you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

popping into your personal bubble, he wears a smug smirk on his chapsticked lips. "ohhh, you do miss me!" satoru chirps, tosses his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

occasionally, satoru forgets how strong he is compared to you and is a bit rougher with you than he should be. the pull is sudden, makes you squeak as you slip on a damp leaf and lose your balance. instead of finding yourself in satoru's arm, your butt lands in a pile of dried leaves.

dumbfounded you stare at satoru, owlishly blinking at him while a few leaves get stuck on the top of your head. he thinks he fucked up, will get a real good scolding from you, telling him to be more careful, but your nagging never comes.

instead, you laugh heartily with round cheeks and your teeth showing off. a melodious sound that fills the park and drips right into the cracks of satoru's heart, turning the snow into sweet, saccharine honey.

his heart does this funny thing again. the thing where it skips a beat and pumps just a tad bit harder, making him feel warm from the core up.

before satoru can even think about teasing you, a handful of leaves is flung right at his face and he finds himself laughing along with you. "what was that for?"

"for letting me fall and getting my ass wet!" you're still laughing, then your face scrunches up as satoru flings his own fistful of leaves at your face.

you begin chasing him with two fistfuls of leaves. suddenly, red, yellow and orange is stuck in his hair and you realize..it makes his eyes look even more mesmerizing than they already are. how unfair.

"not my fault you're getting your ass wet over me!"

oh, he's having the time of his life chasing you around the park, flinging dried leaves at each other and laughing so carelessly without a worry in the world. your laughter mixes with his, creating a symphony that only something akin to love could compose.

"oh, shut up, will you?!" playfully, you shove satoru into a pile of leaves, but if he's going down, he's taking you with him.

grabbing you by the collar, satoru falls into the pile of leaves with you and laughs alongside you. a tangled mess of limbs and puffs of white smoke fill the space around you. your head rests somewhere on satoru's chest while his arms and legs are sprawled out like a starfish.

"i'll only shut up if you make me, darling." satoru wiggles his eyebrows at you, all in good fun.

and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.

taglist; @torusmochi

[tygoii]

Innocent Aether x Mage Afab! Reader x Sub Venti

Warnings: Clueless Aether, Dom Reader!, Giving and receiving, Creampie, Virgin Sub Aether, Jealous and Sub Venti!, Flirty Reader, use of anemo power (Venti’s part), Edging Venti

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Venti

You were a powerful mage traveling teyvat you were in Mondstadt visiting a certain bard every time you visited the bard would be wooing over you he would always be a blushing, stuttering mess when you flirt with him telling him how cute he looks you of course know his secret and you’ve seen his archon form ‘your so small and cute venti you would look even cuter in my bed all fucked up babbling nonsense begging for more’ the bard’s face would be the color of a crimson agate.

Today you were visiting Mondstadt again you were dressed in a quite revealing outfit since the weather was 80 degrees you were greeted by the guards in front of the gate “Oh Y/n welcome back” said a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes “Hello Barbara how’s the church?” said Y/n smiling “Well..After the fight ended with dvalin the traveler gave back the holy lure only it was damaged a green bard managed to fix it i was so worried but i’m glad everything is back to normal” said Barbara “A green bard hm..” Y/n felt a strong gust of wind blow her skirt Y/n managed to cover it before y/n flashed anyone “Well i have to get going me and the sisters have are singing by Y/n” said Barbara walking away Y/n greeted everyone she past by Y/n was now at the tavern greeted by a red hair man “Oh Y/n welcome back” said Diluc “Hey diluc the usual please” said Y/n smiling at the man who’s face turned a bit red before nodding going off to serve her drink Y/n looked around the tavern before feeling someone’s presence she turned around seeing a green bard hugging her from behind “Oh Venti great seeing you” said Y/n she felt the boys hot breath on her neck he smiled snuggling closer to Y/n “Venti i need to pay” said Y/n “O-oh yea right sorry!” said Venti turning red “Soo how was liyue” said Venti listening to every word Y/n had to say “I was traveling with Zhongli there was a lot of ruin guards..” said Y/n “o-oh with Z-Zhongli huh” said Venti his eyes glowing he was soon distracted by Y/n’s revealing outfit “Where did you get that outfit?” said Venti “I got it from Xiao isn’t he just a cutie~” said Y/n Venti sighed “H-how about we go travel i missed you so much!” said Venti grabbing Y/n’s hand and leaving forgetting about the wine. Venti was watching Y/n climb when he caught a glimpse of her black lace panties he blushed he got a idea and raised his finger a strong gust of wind blew at Y/n’s skirt flashing him Venti saw Y/n already at the top “Come on Venti let’s get going” said Y/n Venti rubbed his thighs before climbing the stone wall. The two beings walked towards a cabin Venti gulped seeing Y/n’s expression change and saw her smirking “W-wha—“ Venti was pushed down to the floor as Y/n closed the door behind them giving them more privacy “I-is something wrong?..” said Venti Y/n was standing in front of the frighten boy “Oh nothing when i came into mondstadt the wind blew my skirt luckily i stopped it before i flashed anyone or a certain bard.” said Y/n making Venti sweat and start stuttering “And then when i was climbing on top of the stone wall i felt a gust of wind blow me again so tell me Bard why would you do such a pervert thing~” said Y/n the bard blushed and tried speaking but the only thing that came out was a whimper making him cover his mouth quickly and Y/n smirk “You like being called names pervy~” said Y/n the bard quickly protested “Oh ok then i have to get going i have to go to sumeru—“ “n-no please..” whined Venti Y/n bent down to Venti’s level and petted his hair “Tell me little bard what do you want~” said Y/n “Y-you..i n-need you..” said Venti Y/n kissed him making the bard whimper well he’s in trouble.

• You would edge Venti till he’s begging for sweet release

•Venti loved cuddling on your big breast and laying down on them when your edging him he would rest his head on your breast

•Venti also loves groping and sucking on your boobs so expect them to become sensitive

•Venti Loves to cum inside you hoping some day you get knocked up he would always imagine a mini version of him and you running around calling him Papa and you Mama

•Venti also likes breeding you because that means you belong to him and he belongs to you

Aether

Every time you visit Mondstadt you would run into Aether the hero of Mondstadt you would always see Aether do the work of others and Aether always seems tired but Paimon always agreed instead of talking with Aether first. Y/n would always compliment Aether ‘Your such a cutie’ ‘I like your eyes they remind me of my home country’ sometimes Y/n would make dirty jokes when paimon wasn’t around but Aether was to innocent he didn’t understand what those jokes meant Y/n did adored Aethers innocence but sometimes she would get sad that Aether was probably not interested. It was dark outside Y/n was heading to her rented cottage covered in flowers she heard a sound and raised her hand about to use her (vision) skills when she saw Paimon flying towards her “Waaaaa Y/n help Aether is being attacked by a huge monster!” said Paimon her small hand trying to grab Y/n’s she was running being led by Paimon she saw Aether panting and trying to fight off all the Primo Geovishap but soon collapsed injuries all over his body Y/n attacked a geoviship heading their way she walked up to the rest of the geoviship “Get away from him.” said Y/n releasing a powerful attack killing all the geoviship and dropping bones Y/n ran towards Aether checking for a pulse he opened his eyes seeing Y/n “O-oh Y/n~ sooo great to see you..” said Aether his face red “Uh what’s wrong with Aether?..” said Paimon “I-i don’t k—“ Y/n was cut off by Aether wrapping his arms around her neck “Well Uh why don’t you guys stay until Aether is better” said Y/n “Ok..” said Paimon. Y/n was aiding Aether who was asleep she looked at his chubby cheeks and lips she stared at them before leaning in she peck his lips before sighing and kissing him with her tongue “Mhm..” Aether whimpered feeling Y/n kiss him Y/n kept kissing him feeling Aether grow excited “i-i feel something down there..” whimpered Aether Y/n smirked “I’ll help with that baby boy~” said Y/n.

•Aether doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing

•Aether loves your boobs he could sleep on them all day

•Aether loves pleasuring you, want to sit on his face? go ahead!

•Aether cries when overstimulated

•Aether cried when he did something wrong that hurt you also because he was embarrassed (ex: it was aether’s first time fingering you and he accidentally hit the wrong hole if yk)

•Aether loves to cum inside you it gets him excited for some reason

•He gets flustered when you give him a blow job

•He is a submissive boi.

(。-ω-)zzz… well im going to sleep bye bye

[missingdadneto]

Surfing Session gone wrong

Dad! Orm Marius x Fem Reader x Daughter

[ A/N: I am dying because of the limited Orm fanfics there are, so I decided I wanted to write onee, This is all for fun so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.]

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After Orm was erased from Atlantis, he no longer lived in the waters, he is now one with the land. The home of the Surface Dwellers, and soon enough it became a land weather he fell in love with Arthurs's best friend, Y/N, a Meta-Human who could adapt to any living circumstances, making her able to breathe in the Waters. She was a part of the Justice League but she rather lives her day-to-day life in her cottage beside the sea, close to Arthur’s house. Orm would spend time with Y/N as much as he could, they would talk for hours, about how Y/N’s interest in the sea rises, as well as how Orm’s interest towards the surface land also rises. 

Soon enough Orm and Y/N were together, and a year later they got married and had their daughter Pearl. She inherits her Dad’s blonde hair, with her vision colors resemble her mother's green hue. Junior on the other hand was Mera and Arthur’s son, he had curly red hair and tan skin. 

Pearl and Junior were as close as ever, their cousin relationship felt as if they were siblings because of the 2 year difference. As soon as they reached their teenage years they would meet up every Saturday morning to go surfing in their Ocean backyard. 

Orm was cooking breakfast as Y/N was reading on the sofa, Pearl came down the stairs and ran to grab her surfing board. She makes a quick stop to hug her Mother as well as to her Father. Orm hugged her back as he kissed his daughter’s head. 

“Be safe, and don’t forget to always watch out for whoever's in the Waters,” Orm warned his daughter every time, every week, and every second she was going in the Ocean. Despite her being half Atlantean. “There are people always hunting for us and if they do-”

“I Know Dad! Besides I’ll always be with Junior so I won’t be alone” Pearl laughed as she went away from the hug. She smiled at her Mother as she opened the back door. “See you guys!”

“Bye Pearl” Both Orm and Y/N smiled as their daughter went to the Waters. 

Pearl ran to Junior as he was already setting up in their usual meet-up spot, they lived quite near to each other as the beach they lived in connects, resulting in them meeting right in the middle.  “Hey, Pearl! I bought this new surfboard and it’s rad I would say” Junior showed off his board to Pearl as she looked somewhat amused. 

“That’s cool Alright, now come on! Let’s go!” She motioned her board towards the bog waves hitting the fine Morning, the sun rises higher and higher as their skins are getting tanner each weekend. 

They surfed as usual, with Junior always making it a competition on who gets the higher waves. Strangely enough, Pearl stopped as she sat on her board to see the corals beneath them. “Junior come look! The corals are more colorful than before…” Pearl spoke as Junior sat on his surfing board as well while looking below. “Hm, that’s weird, yesterday none of them had any colors” Junior confessed as Pearl looked back to him with her eyes rising out of her betrayal state. 

“YOU WENT SURFING YESTERDAY? AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?” She exclaimed with Junior laughing and defending himself, “See in my defense you were not home, YOU WERE OUT!”. Pearl stopped what she was about to say as she looked at the waters once more “Wait look Junior, the water is turning purple”. The color scattered slowly as Arthur and Orm were just about to greet their kids. “HEY PEARL!” Arthur shouted to the two teenagers as Orm followed, “Hi Junior, you guys okay?”

“Hi, Uncle Arthur!” Pearl shouted with Junior following “Hey Uncle Orm!”. “The corals are more colorful but the water is getting purple and it just looks-” Pearl stopped her sentence as he dad shouted to Junior and her. 

“GET OUT NOW!” Orm commanded as he looked at Arthur with a stunned face, Junior and Pearl were confused but they paddled as fast as they could before the purple waters reached their touches. Orm and Arthur swam as fast as they could to grab the surfboards of their child as they pulled them to the shore. 

As soon as they reached the shore Arthur and Orm reached for their child full of worry, Orm hugged Pearl quickly as he looked at her hands and feet that touched the waters. The two Fathers checked for any signs of infection in Junior and Pearl’s skin as Junior cut off the awkward state that they were in. “Uh guys, is everything alright?”

Arthur hugged Junior as tightly as he could and Orm’s arm half hugged Pearl, a relief stance of a Father for their child. “Chemicals have been reaching close to our waters, but we didn’t know that it would be this fast, and thank the Gods it didn’t reach any of you, Atlanteans touching such waters could leave a more damaging stance than humans. Orm sighed as he looked at his daughter as well as Junior beside her. 

“What, who would drop these chemicals?” Junior looked at his Father, Arthur breathed as he shook his head. “We’re going to find out…but let's just go home first and we’ll meet together at lunch okay?” The family agreed as they went back home. 

Orm helped Pearl with her surfboard as he looked at her when they reached home, “Those chemicals….” Orm stopped as Pearl waited for her father's confession “Those chemicals were the same consistency that killed Atlantean children years ago, I just can’t lose you two, I can’t lose you” Y/N opened the door as she heard Orm’s sentence, she looked at Pearl as she also checked any signs of infection in a quick pace. 

“Mom, please! Dad already checked me” Y/N is afraid to lose her only daughter as she looks at Orm. “Oh God, I know you’re fine but I’m just double checking…it’s so close to us we need to be alert sweetie.” 

Pearl shook her head as she washed her foot that was full of sand, “I’ll get ready for lunch, It’s just still a shock” Orm nodded as he smiled slightly, after Pearl went up to her room, Orm and Y/N looked at each other in the backyard, looking at the sea. 

“Have Arthur called for help from Atlantean soldiers to clean the chemical corals?” She looked towards the sea as small waves were being created, somewhat like a small tornado in the waters being summoned by Atlanteans. “I seem like it hun, I was just-” Orm stopped as Y/N’s hand reached Orm’s cheek, “It was this closer to Pearl and Junior, if they have touched the waters they-”

“Shh I know, but Thank God they’re safe now” She smiled as she looked at the waves once more. Orm then leaned to kiss Y/N’s cheek as he went inside to get ready for lunch at Arthur’s house as well. This is going to be a heavy topic for lunch.

[revasserium]

Hewwo Rain! May I request "Close your eyes with Sasuke?" Ty bby!

reqs are open! :)

98. close your eyes

sasuke; 871 words; fluff and reflection u__u bc sasuke needs and deserves both those things

it has always been more difficult to see with eyes like his.

some people call it a blessing, but many more call it a curse — once, when he was still young enough to wonder, he’d wondered why sharingans always burn red. red like blood, like lust, like fire and rust and —

like that tainted moon had shone, huge and bright and unrelenting, on the night his brother shattered everything he’d ever known.

“hey… whatcha thinkin’ there?”

“hm?” sasuke looks up, his gaze falls on you.

you motion to his head with a knowing smile, the steam rising from both your ramen bowls. he looks down, and back up again, wondering if you really are wondering.

“i… nothing.”

“y’know… you’ve never been a good liar. even when we were kids.”

he stiffens, and then, he softens back into his seat with a helpless laugh, a thing that’s more breath than laughter, but still… you’ve been calling it a work in progress. his body relearning the meaning of joy, the weight and shape of laughter as it settles on his tongue. like a muscle that’s atrophied, you’d said, like a limb weak from disuse.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you smile at him, brilliantly.

“it’s not! it makes life much easier for me.”

he leans down to take a large slurp of ramen, letting the hot broth work it’s way down his throat, blossoming in buds of warmth down the center of his chest till it takes root in the base of his stomach. it sends tingles cascading through all his limbs, makes his toes curl in his sandals, the skin beneath his lashes catch in color as he feels the heat beneath his skin.

you are still watching him, and sometimes he wonders what you see, with those sharp eyes of yours. you’d always been good at watching, at seeing, at understanding what you saw. much better than he’d ever been.

“i was thinking… about why the sharingan is always red.”

you blink at his answer,

“oh…”

“i… used to wonder, as a kid.”

“what made you stop? wondering… that is.”

he looks back down at his bowl, at the slices of pork belly and revolving narutomaki’s.

he allows himself a smile.

“i figured… if that answer was meant to be mine, it’ll find me some day. all the things that i’ve ever really… needed… have found me eventually… no matter how hard i tried to run away.”

he feels the weight of your eyes shift from his face to the empty sleeve where his left arm should be and he shakes his head.

“ah… sorry. forget it.”

later that night, when you’re both back home and the lights are off, you turn to face him in bed, admiring how the moonlight sets an almost unearthly glow to his face, how it seeps into his skin like milk.

“sasuke?”

“hm?”

he opens his eyes; they spin like twin pools of blood in the dark.

you smile.

“i think… the sharingan is red because… that’s the color of love.”

he frowns, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“because… love comes in so many forms — in lust, and greed, and passion… and hatred too. that’s a kind of love as well… you have to love someone enough to hate them. otherwise… you just wouldn’t care, right?”

sasuke shifts closer, his hair an inkstain on the pillows around you.

“i think… i like that.”

“good. because that’s what im choosing to believe.”

he grins, soft and steady, and then, he reaches our his hand to trail a finger along your cheek.

“see? the answer came to me, didn’t it?”

you crinkle your nose.

“yeah, because you asked at dinner!”

“i’ve been asking for a very long time… this is the first time the answer has come… and i’m glad it came from you.”

he presses his forehead to yours and you feel his lashes flutter against your cheek.

beneath the covers, you feel him reach for you, his grip still a bit too tight, almost as if he’s unsure of your existence, that he’s grounding your realness in his touch, and his touch alone. you reach down to lace your fingers with his, smiling as you meet his eyes, your noses nearly brushing.

“i’m not going anywhere… i promise.”

“and i’m not either… promise.”

you grin at his answer, reaching up your free hand to brush at his eyelids.

“good. then close your eyes… and let’s get some sleep, hm?”

he closes his eyes, and you watch as his body relaxes into the mattress. you wonder what he dreams of — if he spends his sleeping hours wandering the recesses of his memory, chasing down answers to questions he’d never been brave enough to ask out loud.

you wonder if he ever dreams of the future, of one that’s filled with more questions and answers, but also the promise that you’ll find them together.

and, from the way he pulls you closer, murmurs goodnight against your cheek, that he probably does.

[plutopitou]

◇ The price to pay

takami keigo | hawks x female reader

genre: dark content, angsty

You continue to fight and back talk Keigo. Even though he stole you away, couldn’t you see it was all useless? It’s the bed that you made and now you have to lie in it. | MDNI 18+

word count: 1.9k

warnings: yandere!hawks, he’s mean in this one :( , lowkey misogynistic themes but its hot cuz its him, degradation, smut, slight manipulation, dumbification, dub/con, rough sex, language not for the lighthearted

I did this so quickly in my standards and I’m kinda in love with it. Ok luv u guys bye bye

Keigo wondered why you loved to poke the sleeping bear.

Or better yet, why you continued to throw rocks at the big, scary predatory bird. It was the third time this week you did this.

You anxiously pick at your cuticles feigning a face of disinterest. You didn’t have to raise your head to see Keigo’s hard, amber stone eyes lock onto your sitting figure, trying to penetrate the fort you built.

It’ll all crumble down eventually, he thought.

You always mentally complimented how much you loved that glass white rice bowl, peppered with small colorful flowers and blue trims. Its fragments are scattered on the wood floor with steaming white grains , shattered into a puzzle you don’t think you can put back together.

“Clean it up.”

Your stomach jolts from his stern voice, anticipating possibly the worst any second. If you knew anything about the hero, it was his unpredictable nature. Yet still, you seemed to toy around knowing that.

He comes back with a bowl in his right hand, pushing to you a glass of water. The table rattles with him settling his rice bowl in front of his chair with a perfectly centered yellow egg yolk.

“And if I don’t?” You sip on the water, watching him sit and begin to eat without you. He knew if you won’t eat, you’ll drink something instead.

Keigo isn’t fazed as this game as been played out. It wasn’t the first time you’ve acted out before. There’s been tipped over expensive dishes, slit furniture coughing up stuffing, pulled knives, and hair cut in spite.

You always thought back to when your parents sit you down and had the the talk of what to do if you’re in a bad situation. It was to run. The answer was to always run away, but what help could that ever do when the chaser was right above you.

“Why do you always insist on fighting me, hm?” He asks. “Haven’t all my furniture suffered enough?” He chuckles pushing a slab of rice into his mouth.

With each slice on the fabric you screamed with it, pondering why couldn’t it be him instead. He held no fear to you like you did him, you are still a little kitten trying to bear its claws.

“You can pretend to be some picture perfect hero all you want, climbing the ranks to gain the trust of the public..” You slam down the glass. “But you know you’ll never be number one. And when the day comes that everyone finds out how much of a goddamn fake you are, I’ll be laughing with the rest of them..”

“you’re a fucking psychotic fraud.”

You were scared. Keigo knew that.

From the day he wisped you away, it was a challenge to pry a moment where you weren’t always so angry. Yet you were still so easy to steal away from everyone. That Thursday morning he first met you, he could count on one hand how many days it took until you gagged underneath him, a drooling, mumbling mess. So beautiful, sweet and kind; always saying sorry even if it wasn’t your fault, you were just that type of gentle person.

You were just so.. easy.

Surface level, there was still a phantom feeling of that Keigo walking past you in the morning making breakfast, performing a stellar act as a normal being. That deep rooted desire locked away behind your heart, it was so obvious you kept that vision of him in front of you trying to forget the sour identity. But you wished he would stop lying. You poke and prod until he clenches his jaw and just wants to hit you.

He can forgive his baby for being a little upset they don’t have full control over themselves anymore. He forgave you for slashing his furnishings, breaking his fine china and pulling weapons out on him in wrath. But there was something special in the way you set your foul agenda on the goal he just can’t seem to grasp.

You knew that.

“Clean that up and go. You’re done for tonight.” Was all he uttered. You quietly finished half of the water before cleaning up your mess. From Keigo’s sudden quietness you choose to end it right there, the last thing you wanted to do was feel bad for the words you said.

You anticipated some sort of reaction from the red-winged hero, however he won’t spoil when you’re gonna get it- and you will.

Walking into the room was nothing less than a haze, wondering if the events from earlier even happened, feeling like some sort of obscure dream. Why couldn’t you remember walking into the room? Or passing out on your shared bed you’re forced to lay in.

There was a time in your childhood you were always so dizzy. You get up too fast, you fall right back down where you came from. The lights flashed in front of your eyes and you’d wake back up wondering if it was the next day.

In another life maybe the circumstances would’ve been different, but this is the life you’re living now.

Your eyes peel open, a proding sensation deep in your mouth.

You’re forced to breathe thrrough your nose, immediately gripping onto the strong wrist maneuvering the fingers in your throat. Your eyes advert to Keigo looking down at you, predatory gaze locked and unmoving.

The situations settles in your stomach, feeling you body laid over his lap, head cushioned on the bed while Keigo continues to fuck your mouth. Tears bubble on your lashes, spitting out as he teases the warm cavern.

“You up now, baby?” He whispers. “Are you ready to apologize now, hm?” He pulls out, you choke and gasp trying to fill up on as much air before he takes it from you again.

The spite he emits during his violations is the type to make you plead and cry. Were you perfectly confident in the idea that he wouldn’t kill you one of these days? That he certainly had enough and would let you cum one last time before you pass out and ponder if you’ll wake up again? Would he try and fuck your passed out body until he came inside in an attempt to awaken you in your slumber? Was he that unhinged?

You moaned a cry, your hips scrambling to get up, his strong hold on your face keeps you still.

“You know I try really hard, sweetheart.” He pushes his hand back inside. “Everytime you act out, it’s because I let you- fuck, yes gag for me.” You trash on him. “But you just keep trying to shove me until I don’t wanna place nice anymore.. is that what you want, hm?” He asks mockingly. His sharp handsome face getting closer as he coos at your cute little whimpers and sharp inhales through your nose, tempting him to close it shut so you can really feel how much power you have. “Would you rather I chain you up, keep you in a dark room until I come and fuck you full of my cock and leave? Do you like this shit or something?” He asks exasperated.

Keigo pulls his hand out of your hot mouth, strings of spit chaining you to him. Heaving, you shoot out whatever you can to defend yourself. “No, Keigo, please-“

He quickly clasps on your soft, slender neck, gripping to shut you up, he didn’t care for your excuses. “Nu-uh, you’ve talked enough today, baby.” Keigo slides his free hand over the cloth of your panties, teasingly dipping in from the sides, loving the warm sensation of your slick already soaking through. “That’s all you do is talk, and talk, and talk. You’re much better off shutting up and taking what I give you.” He looms over you, “Mhm, just shut the fuck up and take it pretty baby, here.”

You cry as Keigo pushes three fingers inside your slick cunt, taking it eagerly like he’s never spoiled you before. He gasps at the throbbing sensation of your wet tunnel, his lips ghosting over yours, sucking up your cries and soul with it.

You never seem to fucking understand, don’t you? Each vile word and insult- you had this coming, you couldn’t be so stupid to not see it? Was the taste of the spiked water not obvious enough or were the nerves of anticipating something else in that moment so distracting you couldn’t feel the fatigue stir in your body? He wanted to laugh.

You’re a bumbling mess, not even a coherent being anymore with your sentences jumbling together not making any sense; completely focused on thrusting up your waist attempting to feel him go deeper.

His fingers curl against the side of your soft flesh, causing you to flinch .

“Fuck, I love it when you cry, it’s alright- cry more.” He whispers, watching your tears fall attentively. “Your sweet, drooling face, baby, you look so pathetic and I love it.” He rambles, voice low against your cheek, the grip on your neck is almost bruising and you revel in the fear. He knows you do in the way you clumsily wither in his grip, not to get away but a silent plead to give what you truly want.

The clench of your pussy was enough of a clue to say you’re ready to cum if he’ll let you. You whine on his side, Keigo’s small laughs at your desperation left you feeling so restless.

“You wished it was my cock instead, right, baby? But you don’t deserve that, no, not after this shit you keep pulling.” Your voice gets caught up in your throat as he squeezes harder. He jackrabbits your little cunt with his hand, gasping at your expression and the lewd aura of your crying pussy. “I’m so obsessed with you, sweet girl, fucking cum on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Keigo rambles holding your body closer to his heat, mumbling such obscene and vulgar language for you, how much he loves your slutty body, how he can spit in your mouth and slap you and somehow you’d still end up on your knees asking for forgiveness.

The room echos with your choked gasps and squelch from his hands, giving any porn video a run for their money. You roll your eyes feeling warm liquid squirt from your cunt on its own accord, completely soaking Keigo’s wrist. He didn’t mind, instead continued to pump your sore pussy searching for more until there was no more left, teasing your wet folds till you flinched just because he can.

Your figure is slumped against the bed, Keigo looking over you fucked-out body in approval. He holds you close to his sitting figure as you doze off again. There were only so many times he would willingly let you pretend to have an upper hand on the unstable relationship he forced upon you.

Keigo would never deny the role he plays when it comes to you. Was he any different than the Gods at these shrines people pray to? All forgiveness of apologies was his decision to accept and they were only accepted with crude prices.

And if you continue to sin, it’s in your best interest to get on your knees in front of him and start praying.

Haha I got writers block writing Dabi’s story and might rewrite parts of it, but here’s this treat in the mean time <3

Also life got a little tough but I’m happy to have an outlet. Hope to upload Dabi’s next ★彡

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[mystarsohee]

AAAA ANOTHER KPOP AGERE ACC HELLO ! i was wondering maybe could u write anything for cg!eunseok? （/｡＼) maybe he plans an outing but his tiny is too shy to go out when small? thank u !!!

don't you worry

genre: fluff, like a pinch of angst

its springtime, the weathers nice, and theres a new dessert place down the road eunseok wants to visit. just one thing, you're feeling a bit too shy.

!!! non-sexual agere, only cg name used is seokie.

cg!eunseok gn!reader

eunseok aimlessly scrolls on his phone, while his other hand softly massages your head. a cartoon plays on the tv, which has kept you entertained for the past thirty minutes. you enjoy moments like this. comfortable silence, with affection from eunseok.

during his doom-scroll, he stumbles across a recommended post on his feed. "Memories Café, now open! Serving an assortment of cakes, churros, and pastries!" he looks down at you. he knows very well how much you love desserts. like, love desserts. eunseok knows you're going to enjoy the cute café. so, he saves the post and looks up the location. its on the next block! checking the time, its almost lunch time.

"baby, its almost time to eat lunch. what're you feeling today?"

too focused on the colorful show playing, you shrug. honestly you don't know what to eat. eunseok makes a move to get up, probably to reheat the leftovers from last nights cooking session together.

you're right, as you hear the microwave start. you get up to follow, and be good by helping set the table. you watch eunseok take the food out.

"thank you seokie!" you happily say to him.

"you're very welcome sweetheart. oh, i wanted to show you something!" he pulls out his phone, and opens the post showing the café.

"cute right?"

"oh yes, very cute. lets go some time seokie!"

the both of you continue to eat your food as you giggle together about various things. eunseok always enjoys spending time with you, creating moments neither of you will forget. he admires you while you slightly tease him for the sauce on his cheek. wait-

"huh? sauce?" he wipes his face while you laugh at him.

after your meal together, you play for some time while eunseok cleans up the table. after he finishes, he comes and joins you in the living room.

"hey my baby, are you up for a walk? we can go get some dessert? you've been so good lately, i think you deserve it. the weathers so nice too!" he says to you. you have to say yes right?

"uhhhh.." you think for a moment. "not really seokie.."

"oh? you don't want any dessert? thats a first." eunseok is stunned. you've never denied dessert! even if you finished all of your dinner, which usually makes you full, you'd still happily munch on some sweet treats. he makes a face at you, not to tease you or anything of that sort. just because you don't usually react this way!

you see his face, and your heart drops. he looks disappointed. you didn't want to make him upset! you quickly jump up and abandon the toys you were playing with.

"seokie.. don't be sad! im sorry." you say, cupping his face, the same way eunseok would when you were sad.

"hm? im not sad baby, im just a bit confused. you love dessert and going on walks!" he says, fixing his face now realizing how it came off wrong. his heart warms, seeing you mimick his strategies to comfort you onto him. he gives you a kiss right on the nose, and you smile a bit.

"i do want dessert.." you slowly start. eunseok looks at you, awaiting your response. you stuff your face into his chest. he hears some mumbles coming from you, but is unable to decipher it.

"use your words my love." he tries to get you to confess whats on your mind. softly rubbing your back, you move your face back into his view.

"only wanna see you seokie.." immediately you shove your face back into the warmth that is his chest. eunseok understands now!

"oh is that it? my tiny baby is feeling shy, and just wants seokie. i get it!" he says, like a light bulb lit up inside his brain! he explains to you that the two of you can go another day, and to not feel bad because the café will be open for a long time! after some more hugs, and a few reassuring words, you start to drift off.

eunseok carries you like a feather, your seokie is just so strong! you feel yourself being placed on the bed. a nap would be nice right now.. you think to yourself as you slowly transition into dreamland.

lucky for eunseok, you're quite the heavy sleeper! when he accidentally drops a loud pan while you're sleeping, you're still out like a light! when he accidentally screams while playing a video game, you don't even budge. he uses this to his advantage, and decides to see how fast he can run to the café, get some treats, and come back. he doesn't worry as much, since you know to facetime him whenever you wake up and hes not in the room. the two of you prefer facetime much more than regular calls, or texts.

before he puts his shoes on, he quickly runs to give you a kiss before he leaves.

"don't you worry my love. i'll be back before you know it. i love you." he whispers, hoping you get the message despite the fact you're sound asleep. grabbing his phone and wallet, hes out the door.

he started to jog, enjoying the nice day and a chance to get some exercise in while in the process of making his baby happy. whatever hes doing, as long as its for you, he would be the happiest man ever while doing it. as he approached Memories Café, he stopped to take a small breather. the jog was nothing to him, as it took quite literally less than 5 minutes to get there.

walking inside, the place had cute art and decor all around. he could just imagine watching you look at all of the cute decorations, you were easily fascinated. the barista called out next, signaling it was his turn to order.

he looked at the menu briefly, already knowing what you'd enjoy.

"hey uh, can i get 2 churros, 2 strawberry shortcake slices, oh, and an iced coffee. a to go order by the way." eunseok ordered. the barista completed his order, and gave him a ticket labeled "7" as well as his receipt.

standing around for a few minutes, and taking some photos to show you, he heard the barista call out his number. the order was packaged nicely in a cute pastel colored bag, oh he knew you'd think that was the most adorable thing in the world (we all know the most adorable thing is you) the iced coffee is placed next to it. taking another photo of it, he picks the food up, thanks the barista, and is on his way out.

afraid of ruining the food, eunseok walks home instead of jogs and checks his phone incase you notified him that you were awake.

the walk back took a little less than 10 minutes, and he entered your home. he set the bag and his iced coffee down on the table, and searched for any sign of you being awake. not noticing any, he heads towards the bedroom. in a slightly different position, but still very much asleep, he joins you on the bed. wanting you to sleep for a little longer, he opens his phone and decides to post the photo he took of the bag onto his social media. captioned "for my 💗"

you start to stir, probably because you sensed his return. you turned towards him, and opened your eyes slowly. a smile appeared on your face,

"hi seokie" you say, still a bit drowsy from your slumber.

"hey love. good sleep?" you nod and hum in agreement. the both of you cuddle for a bit, until you were ready to get out of bed. the time was in between lunch and dinner now, so he lead you towards the kitchen.

"i got you something baby, its on the table." he reveals. your face lights up, and you start to walk a bit faster to the table. you gasp, its a bag with the logo of that café eunseok showed you!

"seokie!!!! you got me dessert!" you look back at him with a smile, but hes already smiling down at you.

"yup. we can eat it together, just us two! i bought two of everything." he smiles even more, and pulls out a chair for you. grabbing the food in the bag, you gasp again. these desserts look so yummy!

"churro or cake? you can have one now and eat the other after dinner later." he gives you an option, since he doesn't want you to be too full when dinnertime comes around.

why did he give you the hardest decision ever? ultimately, you decide on the cake. eunseok hands it to you, and you thank him with another smile on your face.

he grabs one of the churros for himself, and you both take a bite of your desserts. a mutual "mmmm" after tasting how delicious they were!

"you wanna bite?" eunseok says, with some churro still in his mouth. you nod while swallowing the bite of your cake currently in your mouth. he picks up the other end of the churro, and lines it up with your mouth so that you're both eating a side! you think this is hilarious, so you giggle after biting a piece.

the two of you share more bites and laughs, knowing that maybe next time, you'll be up for a walk to the café. but for now, eunseok is willing to give up some quiet time, all to make you happy.

author note: my first request!!! i hope this lives up to what you had in mind when requesting :3 i think this scenario is so cutee!!!!! agh now im lowk obsessed with cg!eunseok .. as always, feedback is appreciated 💕

[kirislovelygf]

after the storm (kiri sully x fem! omaticayan reader)

contents: angsty, wlw angst, kiri’s leaving the forest and you have to say goodbye, kissing

wrd count: 1.4k

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thunder sounded through the land of the forest as y/n sat in her tree house.

she has just found out her girlfriend had to leave the forest with her family forever. and she’d never be able to see her again.

tomorrow morning, the new olo’eyktan will take jake’s place. and her and her family would disappear.

a week before this, kiri and her siblings were taken away by sky people who died and then came back as avatars searching for revenge against her father.

y/n had never been so scared in her life when she heard kiri was being held against her will.

kiri had asked her to meet her at their spot in their tree. they made a bungalow-like treehouse in the tree just for them to spend time in.

there was an open wall that looked upon the heads of the trees of the forest. it began raining softly as y/n sat at the edge of the treehouse.

kiri had climbed up the tree and jumped into the house before sighing out. “i don’t remember that tree being so tall.”

y/n looked back and smiled at her struggling. she always makes a bigger deal out of the height of the tree than is necessary.

kiri walks over and sits down next to y/n.

“how did you convince your dad to let you come here?” she laughed.

“oh, easy. i just didn’t tell him.” she said.

“hm.” y/n side eyes her and kiri just laughs in amusement.

they stare into the night in silence, trying to ignore the inevitable conversation they know they have to have.

kiri had found a necklace she remembered making when she first met y/n. she pulled it out of her bag and held it before looking up at y/n.

“i had made this for you a while ago. i guess now’s the best time to give it to you.” kiri muttered to her, handing her the necklace.

y/n looks down at the artwork with admiration.

“you did?”

kiri nods.

she holds the necklace in cupped hands like it was the most precious jewel in the world. “it’s so pretty.” she smiled.

“here, let me put it on you.” kiri gets up and crouched behind y/n. she hands her the necklace so kiri could put it on.

kiri gently pulls y/n’s hair aside and y/n holds it in place. the necklace was long and the pendant laid comfortably on y/n’s top.

“now, when you miss me, you can look at this and it’ll remind you of me.” kiri said softly. y/n picked up the pendant to look at its pattern.

it was a turquoise colored rock kiri had carved to make it look like a spiral. the beads that lead up to the clasp were shiny rocks kiri had found in a pond.

“aw, kiri.” y/n sighs out. she looks up at the girl with teary eyes.

y/n throws her arms around kiri and hugs her tightly, burying her face into her shoulder.

“please don’t go.” she cried softly.

kiri sighed and hugged her back. the tears she had held back the entire way there were making their way down her face.

“i’m sorry.” kiri cried.

they held each other until rain started to pour down and little drops fell on their legs.

kiri pulls away and holds y/n’s face. her thumbs crossed her cheeks gently, taking away her tears.

“i have to.”

“no, just stay here. i don’t want you to go.” the girl responded.

kiri sighed. these girls thought they’d last forever, just like any other young couple would.

“my father just wants us to be safe. what else can we do?” she asked her.

“if we stay here, more sky people will try to come after my father. and our people will get hurt. you could get hurt.” kiri said softly. she held y/n’s hands that rested on her lap.

“but look, wherever i go, i will not forget you. i’ll always love you. please, don’t be sad.”

y/n can’t bear to look kiri in the eye, because she knows if she does, she’ll start crying and might never stop.

“i don’t want to move on from you. i know we’re young and everything and i have my whole life ahead of me.. but i love you too much for you to just become a memory to me.” she sighed out.

the girls sit there, crying softly, before they eventually stop, and just enjoy the little time they have left together.

y/n had her head on kiri’s shoulder and kiri’s arm was around her.

they stared at the treetops that acted as a blanket over the forest, listening to the rain patter. while their feet dangled over the edge.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“i don’t want my last memory of you to be us crying with the people as we leave. i want my last memory here.” she said softly.

y/n looks up slightly. “okay.”

“and i don’t want it to be sad either.” their eyes meet and they had sad smirks on their faces, both of them.

“how do we make our last night together not sad?” she asks kiri.

“we can just pretend.. that i’m not going anywhere. just for tonight.” kiri suggested. y/n looks back down and tightens the grip her arms had around kiri.

“alright.” she mumbled. kiri smiled at the girl before kissing the top of her head.

the girls hung out in the treehouse for the next couple hours, talking, laughing, making jewelry for each other, sharing sweet kisses, and enjoying each other's presence before the sun came up.

jake knew where she was and who she was with and decided he would leave them be for the night.

he knew how much kiri cared for that girl, and wanted them to have as much time together as they could before leaving.

the next day, it was time for the sully family to leave.

kiri asked y/n not to be there when the role of olo’eyktan was passed to tarsem, so they could keep their promise of the rainy night being their last memory or each other.

but y/n couldn’t help herself. she waited out the morning for as long as she could before racing to the ceremony before it was too late.

she swung through the trees, jumping from branch to branch, praying to eywa she’ll make it in time to see her.

she finally made it just as her family was leaving and watched from a branch above.

“oh thank you, great mother.” she sighed out in relief. “i’ll never disobey you again.”

she swung down to the floor to catch kiri in time as her family was walking away from the people.

kiri spotted y/n as she clutched her shawl over her shoulders. her eyes widened and ran to hug her.

“y/n, what are you doing here? i thought we agreed-“

“i know. i just couldn’t stay away. i need to see you one more time, i’m sorry.” y/n cried into her shoulder.

kiri sighs out and held her head in her hand. “aw, my sweet girl.” she cried softly.

they hugged each other for the last time, crying softly into each other.

kiri’s siblings walked ahead of their parents to get the ikran ready to leave while jake and neytiri waited for them.

neytiri almost broke down watching her daughter bid goodbye. she hadn’t met anyone who made kiri as happy as she was.

and to watch her leave her, and her home. she couldn’t take it.

but her and jake knew it was for their own good. for both girls. they’d both be safer this way.

y/n watched as they mounted their ikran and flew into the sky, away from the forest.

it took a while for them to move on from each other, find new loves, but they never forgot about each other.

even as y/n grew older, she never threw away or put away the necklace kiri gave her.

and kiri had many mementos y/n made for her that she jake and neytiri asked her to get rid of because they were taking up space but she never budged.

it wasn’t up for debate, the love they had for each other would never leave.

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[olichat-reads]

Blanket

Kirishima x reader

Summary: Kiri finds you sad & crying.

A/n: i'm sad & sensitive & i can't find enough kiri comfort fics so i wrote my own. yes, i'm a crybaby & yes, this is self indulgent. there will be a LOT of future crybaby!reader fics deal w it. not proofread because its 1 am & i refuse :))

🌟

You stood at the foot of your bed, the closet & drawers in your room mildly upturned from your efforts to find you missing blanket. It was still missing though. Clenching your fists, you felt tear pricking the corners of your eyes & you start sniffling.

This was stupid.

In the midst of your breakdown, you barely heard the soft padding of feet approaching your bedroom, a gentle voice following after.

"Hey, sweetheart, I'm going to start dinner. Is there anything you-" Kirishima cut himself of when his gaze landed on your upset figure. His protective instincts kicked in & he was rushing to your side. Large hands reached out to gently cup your face, his worry filled red eyes quickly scanning your body for any physical injuries. When he found none, he sighed in relief before he returning his attention to your face in his palms.

His expression softened as he brushed away the wetness with his thumbs, only for fresh tears to fall down your cheeks again, your crying just barely calming in your boyfriend's comforting presence.

"Hey, now. Whats got my baby so upset hm?" He whispered gently, as if speaking to a frightened baby animal.

"Can't find my blanket," you hiccuped, upset.

Kiri's face dropped, eyebrows furrowing at the relevation. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. I put it in the dryer to heat it up. I knew you had a hard day today & I figured it'd help you unwind better if you got to curl up in it nice & warm. A little extra comfort? I didn't mean to upset you, baby. I'm sorry."

And just like that you're sobbing all over again, making the poor boy panic.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry. I-"

"I love you." You cut him off. His eyes widened as he looked down at you, red in the face, cheeks overflowing with tears with your eyes furrowed, sniffling & hiccuping. You were a mess. Yet he can't help but crack a smile at the sight.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you blubbered, crying harder. "You're so thoughtful & sweet & perfect & I love you so much," you trailed of with a sob. Kiri laughed at that.

"I love you too, sweetie. But please stop crying. It wouldn't be manly of me to leave you crying your eyes out even if its out of love."

Sniff. "M'kay."

Still chuckling, he proceeded to scoop you up & set you on the bed, handing you the box of tissues from the sidetable.

"I'll be right back," he promised with a sweet kiss to your forhead, before disappearing out the door.

You only just managed to dry off your face before your boyfriend reappeared, a bundle of your fluffy blanket in tow. He padded over to you, unbundling the dark red material before wrapping it around your frame. It was so ridiculously warm & soft from the dryer that you almost started bawling again.

"Uh uh, no more tears, remember?" Kirishima tuts lightly at the side of your eyes glistening. You shook your head.

"No more," you reassured with a small smile which your lovable boyfriend returned with an adoring grin.

"Good girl," he hums with a kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

Climbing into bed, Kiri immediately bundles you up into a burrito, trapping you in his embrace as he held you close, his chin resting on your head. You sighed at the contact, feeling snug & cozy & finally, finally home.

He thinks it'll always amaze him. How you found a home in him. Having feel safe & comforted my his mere presence. Kiri brushed his fingers over the soft material of the cause of your meltdown tonight. Even your comfort item stemmed from being something that reminded you of him, that felt like a comforting hug after a long day even if he wasn't around, you'd say.

He will never forget the day he gifted you the prototype of his merch, the blanket being way too oversized, the printed Rs not the right color, causing them to blend into the dark red. Yet, he remembers the way your eyes lit up in excitement, the way you clutched the overflowing material to your chest, beaming up at him with a thanks & this is mine. i'm sleeping with it forever. no take backs or i'll throw a spoon at you.

He had no problems with that. Happy at your enthusiasm. Not realizing how much emotional value that red riot blanket would come to hold.

Now he holds you close, watching you barely keep yourself awake, having tired yourself out with all the crying. He started rubbing circles on your back, lulling you further into sleep. The last thing you heard was his gentle voice, laced with love, always laced with love when he spoke to you.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

[beesandflowers]

SWORN TO SECRECY

summary: your time alone with suna is interrupted by a scheduling mishap, but you can’t risk your relationship getting caught

pairing: suna x gn!reader

notes: the characters are third years, but are still 18(+), theres one line that was inspired by a tt creator but i can’t find them, any comments, likes, or reblogs are always appreciated :)

wc: 2.7k

warnings/tags: kissing, suggestive, FLUFF, crack, tsumu being annoying, kinda cheesy, pet names, established relationship, secret relationship, swearing (use of the s word), mention of handcuffs, mention of reader having breasts

[2:39 P.M]

The sound of sloppy open-mouthed kisses and ragged breathes dusted both of your ears beautifully, and could easily be distinguished by anyone passing by the corridor of your bedroom. Luckily, your parents had been out for the day, leaving you to quickly take the opportunity to spend the day with your partner and be as loud as you wanted.

You were both on the floor, sitting up, with your own back pressed up against your closet. You couldn’t be bothered to sit on the bed, or even a chair. You just had to have your hands on each other the moment you were alone, seeing as the possibility itself was extremely rare.

With your bags lazily thrown in the middle of the room, and the door slightly agar, Suna began to slowly roam his large hands around your body. Sensually travelling from your hips, to your waist, and eventually cupping your breasts. It felt like his touch had burned through your now-wrinkled clothing and left an imprint on your skin. You didn’t care, though, you just wanted more.

You sighed in content, and switched the position of your arms as well, easing the motion of your hand in his hair, moving to cup his pink-colored cheeks. After spending more time together, you began to realize how much he loved this position. It made the scene so much more intimate, in his opinion. It made him feel like your emotions —as well as his own— were tangible, crystal clear, and all that became visible was the love that surrounded you.

Had your eyes been opened, you would’ve been able to notice the few freckles that covered his red tinted nose.

He slightly shifted, trying to get in a more comfortable position as the butterflies in your stomach and the beating of your heart rapidly increased. The kisses were delicate and languid but still had a fiery passion behind them. At the very moment, you were just kissing, with no eventual goal and no lustful intent behind it. The both of you were just glad to be with each other.

You always appreciated these moments; it gave you reassurance about your relationship and reminded you of the fact that Suna really did like you. That he wasn’t just using you for your body. That your happiness and comfort were more important to him, and that he needed you, not just someone.

While your lips had sealed, exploring the other, he grazed your neck with his index finger, an area you where were slightly sensitive, leaving you to grin into the kiss.

“Hm, what?” he mumbled against your lips, seemingly confused, but was still smiling just as wide when your mouths parted, creating a light smack.

You released a breath from your nose in amusement. Blushing cheeks almost starting to ache from smiling so wide along with crinkles around your eyes; Suna couldn’t stop staring. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just kinda ticklish around that area.”

Opening his mouth to respond, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and quiet footsteps following, causing him to freeze. His expression shifted from playful to incredibly confused in an instant, and the same applied to you.

“That’s weird I wasn’t expect- OH SHIT!”

Suna’s eyebrows raised and eyes widened in curiosity at your outburst, while yours widened in worry of the situation. How stupid did you have to be to forget something like this.

“I totally forgot ‘Samu asked me for help on his literature essay, I must’ve mixed up the dates or something. I am so so sorry, Rin.”

You looked at him apologetically with a sheepish smile, watching a slight look of disappointment cover his sharp features. He was really looking forward to finally spending time with you, only to realize someone else got to it first. Was it such a crime for him to want to be with his girlfriend?

The footsteps began to sound more and more audible, making you internally panic and come to a quick realization, “You need to hide. Right now.”

“Wh-“

“NOW!” The volume of your voice had lowered but you were still somehow yelling at him. Your boyfriend found it endearing.

Suna had been frantically looking around for a good place to hide —he almost looked like a lost kitten— but everywhere looked really cramped and there wasn’t exactly a lot of space in your bedroom, especially for a toned six foot one athlete.

Curse his stupid height

You pointed to your closet, suggesting he hide there since it was a closed off area where no one really looks, and fortunately, was big enough to fit both him and his backpack.

In a rushed tone of whisper, you spoke, “Okayillletyouknowwhenthecoastisclearsoyoucanleave-“

And his reply was cut off once again with the footsteps getting louder each passing second.

“HIDE HIDE- HIIII, ‘Samu!”

Just as you said that, the closet door finally closed, making a small noise that didn’t go unnoticed by all three people in the room.

Real smooth Y/N

Your tone shifted from a fearful whisper to an excited greeting in almost an instant. He’s bound to get suspicious. You tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, quickly thinking of an excuse in case he asked about your questionable behavior.

In the midst of your thinking you slightly worried that you forgot to hide Suna’s bag as well, (something that would be recognized by the twin) but had the image of you stuffing his backpack in the closet with him replayed in your head. If you had the chance, you might have laughed just thinking about it. Still, it was a good thing you caught that or else your cover might have easily been blown.

“No one answered the door, and you didn’t answer my texts, so I used the key ya gave me. I hope ya don’t mind,” He lifted his hand to display the key that you gave him in case of emergency.

You shook your head no.

“But, uh, who were ya talkin’ to just now?”

Osamu’s brows were furrowed and he looked around the room, possibly trying to answer his own query.

Shit

“Right! I was- trying to find my cat. Have you seen her?” Thank god you remembered you even had one or this would have been a very awkward situation.

He looked more at ease compared to the earlier look on his face, giving you hope that you would be able to sneak Suna out of the house without the knowledge of the boy in front of you. It also let you know that he didn’t hear the exact words you were uttering, making it easier to lie.

“Yeah, I just saw her downstairs. Does she.. usually hide in the closet?” Of course he would ask about that, ever the observant Miya.

You nodded your head, then, trying to change the subject; you brought up the topic of why he was here and suggested you start working.

While he was trying to complete a small writing exercise you gave him —that worked well as a distraction—, the only thing on your mind was how Suna was currently doing.

It’s been 10 minutes, I hope he’s okay…

You decided to text him, hoping his phone was accessible to him at the moment.

[2:46 P.M] Y/N: Rin are you okay in there? I’ll get you out once Samu uses the bathroom or smth

The message caused a small vibration sound to come from the closet, but Osamu was too immersed in his current task to hear it.

It took Suna a second to reply, so you assumed his phone was probably in his pocket and he had a hard time reaching it.

[2:47 P.M] Rin: Yeah I’m okay, just lmk when I can come out.

[2:47 P.M] Rin: Also, I didn’t know you were into handcuffs

Handcuffs??

Oh.

On your birthday last year, Atsumu had presented you these really cheap handcuffs as a gag gift, suggesting that you needed to start dating someone, having been single for your entire life. You were about to scold him when he revealed the real present he was planning on giving you, but that you should keep the cuffs in consideration, with a wink. Smug bastard.

You completely forgot about them until now, and the reason you hadn’t thrown them away the second you got them was because your mom almost caught you with them and the closet —similar to now— was the easiest way to avoid confrontation.

This was all too much to explain in a text, and Osamu was almost done, so you ended the conversation with:

[2:46 P.M] Y/N: Shut up, I’ll explain later

-

Ten more minutes passed and the grey-haired boy finally decided to take a break and use the bathroom. Your patience was getting thinner which could only mean that Suna’s was non-existent by now.

With confirmation that the bathroom door had shut, you jumped off your seat, stumbling a bit from urgency, and hauled the closet door open with a force you didn’t even know existed within you.

Your boyfriend’s shoulders sagged in relief paired with the most bored expression you’ve ever on his face. “I don’t think I could’ve listened to you guys talking about The Handmaid’s Tale any longer.” He deadpanned.

You had to bite your lip from laughing but the middle blocker could see a hint of a smile on your face, feeling a bit more accomplished for being the one to do that. However, you made a mental note to scold him later on for saying such things about the book. You thought it was excellent.

You closed your eyes to allow yourself to relax, you couldn’t afford to waste time.

“Oh, whatever, now c’mon, we have to be fast.” Knowing Rin and noticing the opportunity, you had to follow it up with “And don’t you dare make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke.”

You pointed a finger at his chest and with your other hand, grabbed his own to lead him out of your bedroom and down the stairs. Though, you couldn’t help but notice how his callused hand practically enveloped yours entirely. The thought itself made you feel soft inside, leaving a tingling feeling in your chest that happened only around the boy next to you.

His mouth closed right after you said that, and he no longer had a bemused expression on his face. In fact, he was slightly flustered, maybe even flattered, but only because he realized how well you knew him and his mannerisms.

He had his bag slung on one shoulder and raised your interlocked hands, silently letting you know to lead the way.

Passing by the bathroom, you paused —causing Rin to do the same involuntarily— and spoke up in a louder volume to make sure the wing-spiker could hear you. “Uh, Samu! I’m gonna go downstairs to get something from the kitchen if don’t find me when you get out!”

Before he could reply, the both of you began moving your feet, trying your hardest not to make it appear like two pairs of footsteps were right outside the door.

Suna leaned down to your ear and commented something about being sneaky —you weren’t exactly sure what, being dead set on making a successful getaway.

He was referring to your earlier idea to draw attention away from the fact that you might not be in your room when Osamu was done in the bathroom. You weren’t about to throw away the 7 months spent sneaking around for a clumsy mistake that you would reprimand yourself for endlessly. You smirked slightly at the praise.

During this little stroll, you felt light shapes (you guess circles) being drawn on your knuckles by Suna, but he was doing it almost as a reflex, unaware of his own actions. He never really did understand the effect he had on you, because right now, you wouldn’t be surprised if your heart just leaped out of your chest from the unnatural speed it was beating.

It made you reflect, not on just today, but the entire aspect of your secret relationship. It never occurred to you how thrilling it would be, yet still managing to cause a sense of peace within you. A balance. The fact that you had a secret that no one else knew about. How it was one you both created together and nurtured continuously while everyone went about their lives. How you experienced every emotion at 120% because of the restrictions it held, and how badly you needed to overcome them. Because of the way you had to fight for each other, even when your hearts were tied in a knot impossible to undo. When your entire beings and souls already belonged to the other. You were each other’s persons, and you didn’t need the rest of the world to know it in order for it to be true.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you remembered how you were practically performing a heist. By now you could talk without being heard since you were already downstairs, so you made light conversation while still enjoying the comfortable silences that fell between you. And before you knew it, you were right in front of the door to leave.

Making sure the coast was clear, you turned your head towards the middle blocker and gave him a genuine smile.

“Okay, we’re safe now.” A look of endearment crossed on your face as you took everything in, finally being able to breathe for a moment, even if it really was just a moment.

He stilled for a few notes, gazing at you and your smile, completely enamored by your entire existence. To him, you were like a fallen angel that came down to Earth just for him. He may only be 18, but he was absolutely certain that he had found his soulmate, and that if something ever did happen, you would always come back to one another. Somehow, some way. And he didn’t know how exactly, but fate was funny like that. It was unpredictable, unknown. (Funnily enough, those words could also be used to describe your relationship.) Fate was definitely real though, because if it wasn’t, then you two wouldn’t have been destined to meet. Then, he wouldn’t have been sent to the wrong classroom and sat in your seat. There was at least three other empty seats, yet he still managed to choose yours. By pure coincidence, he was drawn to it. And he can’t be more grateful that he a was.

It was certain that these feelings wouldn’t go away after people found out about you two, because it would still by you two against the world. It would be you two, alone, together.

In the end, he decided on: “You’re cute.”

“Thanks babe, I know,” He looked at you expectantly, “…you’re cute too, I guess.”

He winked at you while nodding and all you could think about was what a dork your boyfriend was —except, you were the only one who ever even had the chance to think that.

“Okay, bye now. I love you,” Oh, how he loved saying that. Adored it, even. It felt like winning a prize at a claw machine, something he never thought he could do. He gave you a soft smile with nothing but fondness in his siren eyes. Ha, Ironic.

You returned his smile. “Take care, text me when you get home. Oh- and love you too.” It was like you were listing ingredients in a grocery list, but in most cases it wouldn’t be a crime —at least to Suna— to forget the last one.

He turned to the door, opened it, then stopped, causing you to be extremely baffled.

“Oh right, I almost forgot,”

Damnit, Osamu’s gonna for sure catch us if we go back and get whatever he left back there.

He took a large step towards you and before you knew it, your eyes were closed and lips intensely occupied. With his one hand on your cheek, and the other holding your waist, he deepened the kiss. No tongue though, it was obvious what that would lead to.

Carefully tilting his head up and down, his lips released from yours, and you were left feeling exceedingly hazy. That kiss might have literally taken your breath away.

You were about to spend the rest of the afternoon with his best friend, of course he would leave you with a little souvenir from the adventure you embarked upon. What kind of partner would he be if he didn’t?

Prideful with his work, he went ahead walking backwards. “Bye, bubs,”

He gave you a small wave paired with a lovesick —maybe a bit boyish— smile as he moved farther away from you, still walking backwards, almost far enough that he could start to make his way home.

You mouthed a goodbye, still not recovered enough to speak discernable words, and bit back a smile that still managed to peak through your eyes.

Watching him leave, you already began planning the next rendezvous in your head. Despite the experience slightly being a hassle, it didn’t matter. You would have done it one hundred times over if you could, as long as you did it together. If this was a movie, you would have sighed in content and slid your back down the door of your bedroom after it was closed, but you didn’t do that, obviously. You still had a wing-spiker to tutor.

Walking back upstairs, you get a text message.

[3:13 P.M] Rin: Don’t think I forgot about those handcuffs, love. You still owe me a ‘talk’ later.

Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t end up throwing them away, but you couldn’t let blondie know that.

any likes, comments, or reblogs are always appreciated!

[eddies-freak]

what did i do? eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie doesn't know what he's done to make you upset, but he's on a mission to find out and gain back your favor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst?? Some emotional scenes towards the end, but all the usual fluff!!

Requested here! Unedited, will go back at some point to do so but I really need to go to sleep right now. Update: now edited! let me know if i missed any errors :)

Eddie didn’t know what he had done wrong. You were being so distant, barely talking to him, barely talking to anyone, in fact. It seemed as though you were avoiding him in particular, though. Whenever he was about to approach you at your locker, you closed its door and rushed off to your next class. You never sat with him at lunch anymore. Poor Eddie had no idea what was going on, he just wanted to know what he had done and if you were okay. 

---

After school one day, he came home to find Wayne already home from work, just what he was hoping for. 

“Hey, uh… Wayne?” he asked his uncle tentatively. 

“Hm?” Wayne responded with a grunt. 

“I uh… I need to ask you for some advice." Wayne looked up, surprised. Eddie wasn’t exactly one to ask for help. 

“Sure thing, son. Whatcha need?”

“Uh… I think y/n is mad at me, and I want to do something for her to make up for it, but the problem is I have no idea what I did, so that creates a whole other issue, and-” Eddie stopped himself, realizing he was rambling. “Yeah.”

“Well, you could always bring her some flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, flowers. You know, those pretty things that grow from the ground in all those different colors-”

“Yeah, Wayne, I know what a flower is, it's just… what kind?” Wayne contemplated this for a moment before answering, Eddie eagerly raising his eyebrows. 

“Red roses,” he said after a moment. “A classic.”

“Alright, thanks Wayne,” Eddie said, wanting to get out of the embarrassing situation as fast as possible. 

“Be careful, son, it looks like rain!” Wayne called out before Eddie slammed the door in his haste. 

Eddie drove his van to the flower shop, where a stout little woman seemed absolutely flabbergasted that someone like… well, like him would be entering her flower shop. 

“Hello, how may I help you today?” she asked, stepping out from behind the counter. 

 “Hi…” he looked at her name tag. “Suzanne. I uh- I’d like a dozen… shit, how many is a dozen?”

“Twelve?” Suzanne prompted. 

“Right. Sorry. The brain isn’t working today. Uh- twelve of your finest red roses, please.” The woman gave a small hum of recognition, turning to the flowers behind her with a smile. 

“So… who’s the lucky girl?” she asked. 

“Oh, uh…” Eddie wasn’t accustomed to small town small talk with strangers. Well, hell, he thought, what’re the chances I’ll ever see her again? “They’re actually for my girlfriend. She’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met in like, my whole life. She’s perfect, she’s my everything. I don’t think I could live without her, if I’m being completely honest. I think I would go insane. The problem is, she’s really mad at me and I don’t know why, so I’m going to go apologize to her for whatever I did.”

“Well,” Suzanne said, bringing the roses back from wherever she got them from and putting them on the counter. “The best place to start would be to say all those wonderful things you said about her to her. Here, dear, why don’t you write them down so you don’t forget?” She paused on wrapping the bouquet delicately with tissue paper and a satin ribbon and handed Eddie a piece of paper and a pen. 

“Not likely…” Eddie mumbled, and chuckled. He would never forget how much he loved you. Suzanne helped him refine the points of what he wanted to say and fixed some of his grammar mistakes, but it was all fully and wholly Eddie. It was his words. He read it over one last time, admiring his handiwork. Quite the poet, he thought to himself. Suzanne ended up letting him have the flowers for free, and Eddie couldn’t thank her enough. 

“You’ll have to come back and tell me how it goes, dear!” Normally, Eddie wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but he liked Suzanne, and was grateful for her help. He resolved to come back and tell her about it. “And be careful, it looks like rain!” 

And rain it did. But it didn’t just rain, it stormed. Fat raindrops peppered the windshield of Eddie’s van as he maneuvered around streets, trying to find the familiar street sign that marked the block you lived on. He was terrified, but with the flowers on the passenger seat next to him, buckled in, he told himself it would all work out. 

---

You were working on your homework and some extra credit work you had picked up during the week when the doorbell rang. Your dog, Teddy, started barking furiously, and you had to shush him a number of times before he actually kept quiet. Your parents were out of town, so you were the only one available to answer the ring. Trodding downstairs, you wondered, who would be visiting at this hour? And in this weather?

You opened the door to find… Eddie. He was standing on your doorstep, in the rain, a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. His clothes and entire body were soaked through with rain, his hair a wet mop. Once he saw you he cleared his throat and began to read, glancing down at the paper every few words. 

“Y/n,” he paused, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much. Sometimes you just wanted to jump into them, see what he saw. “Y/n,” he said again, as if to remind himself it was you, and you were right there in front of him. “These…” he handed you the roses, leaving you with a confused look on your face. “... are for you. I don’t know what I did wrong or if you’ll be able to forgive me for whatever I did, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you more than anything else in this whole world. You’re my everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Shit, y/n, what did I do?” 

“Eds,” you said, setting the flowers down on the bench beside the door to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t do anything, baby. I’ve been applying to colleges and writing my essays, I promise I haven’t been neglecting you on purpose. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant or uncommunicative, but it’s completely my fault, and certainly not because of anything you did. No need to get your panties in a twist.” You chuckled. 

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie dropped the paper in his hands and collapsed into a crouch on the ground, covering his face with his hands. You sat beside him, leaning your back on the doorframe. You reached out, stroking his arm, and before you knew it he was hugging you tightly, as if afraid you might evaporate at any moment. As if you might become a lone raindrop lost in the ocean, never able to find you again. 

“Hey, hey…” you said, stroking his back, his hair, his face. Lightly scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked it. You were shocked at the speech he had given, thinking back on it. It was so out of character for him to express such emotion. “Did you…” you paused. “Did you really mean everything you said?”

“Every word,” Eddie replied. Now you were crying.

“I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that,” you said through racked sobs. 

“Oh, sweetheart, now you’ve got me crying again.”

You hugged each other tightly, tears falling down your cheeks every now and again, stroking each other’s hair, contemplating the love you felt for each other. Eddie was the first to break away. 

“Let’s get those flowers in some water, yeah? Don’t want them to die because we couldn’t keep our shit together.”

i hope you guys enjoyed!! thank you to my bestie izzy for requesting, i had a lot of fun writing this one.

<3

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

[cloudymistedskies]

"The love language of gifting"

MariMui short fic

Even with his terrible memory, Muichiro seems to observe that Mari's way of showing her love is through gifts. Every once in a while, he sees her crow with a small gift for him. At rare times, she would personally gift him some bigger ones. She does the same with her family.

"Good luck on your mission, Tokito-san!" The brunette would then hand him a bento box, with the ravenette boy looking down at the box with a slightly confused look.

"What's this for?"

"I accidentally made a little too much and just took the opportunity to at least make some food for you. It's not as good as my sister's, but I hope it satisfies your appetite." Mari answered, smiling as her crow lands on her shoulder, nudging her to go.

"Ah. I should get going now. I'll see you probably some time later, and don't forget to eat!" She waves at him before taking off. The latter just watches her leave while following her crow's guide. He looked down at the box once again. Muichiro never says it, but he always appreciates every gesture she did. Little or small.

"I wonder what she likes..." He pondered, looking up at the sky. He does remember that she loves eating croquettes, but he feels like that would be a little too simple... A new kimono? No... She owns a lot of those... He thought about what to gift her for a while, and eventually began spacing out...

A snowflake falls on top of Mari's nose while she trained under the snowy weather. Ryouki suggested her to stop training under the weather, but she didn't seem to listen.

She swiftly slices off the dummy with her sword, and prepares to slice off another but quickly spotted another presence beside her.

"You probably shouldn't be training under this kind of weather." The Cloud hashira hears Muichiro's voice beside her, prompting her to turn around to face him.

"Oh, Mui-- Tokito-san!" She lowers down her sword, placing it back in her sheath. She straightens her body before speaking to him.

"Something you need here? You don't usually visit unless you wanted to train with me." Mari asked as she brushes off the snow out of her hair and nose. She noticed he seemed a bit flustered, which was odd to her.

"Here." Muichiro hands her something, she turns her head down and notices how soft it felt, then she realizes that it was a scarf.

"Hm? What's this?" The brunette holds the scarf, curiously examining it as her green eyes gazes at the texture and color.

"It's a scarf, obviously..." The long haired boy answered, with a dead-panned expression.

"...Yeah. But I'm asking why you gave this to me..."

Muichiro took his time to answer, averting his gaze on the ground. She raises her eye brow at his body language.

“It’s been snowing a lot lately, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t catch a cold.” He finally answered, but it didn’t really make sense to the young brunette. The protection on their uniform was enough to not get sick from the weather, mostly. She didn’t bother speaking out about it.

As she stood idly, and still looking down at the scarf, Muichiro stepped closer and took it off her hands, then tilted her head up a little, making the latter tense up a bit. He wraps it around her neck, then tucked it.

“Ah. I really appreciate the scarf, Mui!” Mari thanked him, not even realizing she slipped off, calling him by a nickname. His eyes widened slightly at that nickname.

It sounded oddly familiar… And nostalgic… And felt right when it comes out of her mouth…

“..Wait, what was I gonna say? Oh right…” Muichiro quickly backed off of Mari, looking at the petite girl wearing his gift. He fought against the urge to smile at the sight.

He always appreciated her gifts. He always adored how meaningful they are. It felt right for him to at least do it back to her…

“Just make sure you don’t get too cold. I’ll see you then, Kaizumi-san.” Before Mari even could respond, he quickly disappeared, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at the spot where he was standing before he left.

Her hand slowly makes its way to the scarf, gently caressing it as she feels its soft wooly texture.

“My heart is thumping faster than usual… Hopefully that isn’t a sign I got sick…”

Tagging: @larz-barz @kimetsu-chan @thewinterpillarhashira @bunskero @ta-ni-ya

Here’s my 3 day late apology for the MariMui angst fic WJAHANDNEN