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guacamoleroll · 2 months

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— ᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴇ ᴇ ᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇʟ ᴄɪᴇʟᴏ · ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ

content. gn!reader. based on a request. forehead kisses, flirting, slight character study, possible inaccurate depictions of italy, teasing, slight suggestive themes (towards the middle), soft!fyodor, translation at the end. muse-typical metaphors. not proofread. 1.7k+ words.

author's note. this was so fun to write! a very delicate balance of sweetness and humor, along with the slightest dashes of spice and angst. thanks to @rusmii for descending from the heavens to remind me of "love in portofino." i had it playing on repeat <3

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It was difficult to describe the issues that arose from you and your lover's hectic schedules, at least to others. How would you ever begin to explain it—he's a terrorist dead-set on the eradication of sin from your world, and sometimes that doesn't mesh with your nine-to-five career. Yeah, that would be well-received at brunch. But it was your reality, and for the most part, you made it work.

Simple meals served between stints of scheming in his office; convoluted stories discussed amongst infrequent breaks in your living room. Both of you were aware that a relationship would not be easy, but you made it work. It wasn't for lack of trying on his part; however, you knew he disguised his desire to be close underneath a mask of perfection, pretending it was solely for your benefit. Sure.

So, to your surprise, a pamphlet appeared on your nightstand. You scanned the cover with scrambled thoughts—its glossed sheen describing the wonders of Rome—and when you inevitably arrived in his office to question its sudden appearance, he simply stated that he 'required a visit to the country' and that he knew you'd be interested in joining him.

To most, he's an enigma, but you read him like an open book. There was no use in pointing out his scheme, so instead, you settled into the idea of a vacation, joyfully assisting in any help he needed booking the trip—you had been to the city before and often spoke of your wish to return someday, which had seemingly caught his notice. He placed you in charge of specific details of the itinerary—smaller stops on your preset route, the transportation, restaurants for lunch—though he noticeably had already planned many of the larger events.

And that's how you arrived here. Rome, Italy. It was as luminous as you left it. You traded in your everyday attire for breathy linen and flowy cotton, allowing the Mediterranean sun to dance across your skin. Your ebony-haired lover was not far behind in fashion, a stark difference from the heavy wools and flannels of his motherland, which you had forced him to leave back in Yokohama so as not to worsen his already weakened constitution.

The brilliant city held a beauty incomparable, its streets nestled with centuries of history that went beyond books, laid to rest underneath soil and entombed in stone. Even Fyodor, with many years of travel under his belt, couldn't help but admire the manmade structures of a bygone era, which reached like beacons of human ingenuity into the firmament.

It had been ages since you explored the streets, and it was better now that you had a partner to hold your hand, hopping from place to place as you took in every destination with a new perspective. And in your exploration, you prayed Fyodor would find a connection with some kind of sight, with anything at all. He was a man so distant from mankind that you couldn't help but fret over his self-made isolation.

You were both exhausted—you had been on your feet for hours, and even though he tried to conceal it, you'd be foolish not to notice the slouch of his back as he tried to fight off sleep. He struck you with a knowing look whenever you cooed at him, forcing you to advert your eyes straight out onto the road as you scanned for the vehicle that was supposed to take you to the hotel.

Half an hour passed—nothing. You started to get worried.

"We've been scammed," he said, beating you to the punch as he stood from his seat on the sidewalk. You filled in his place, slumping against a wall as you hid your face in shame—one of the few tasks he had charged you with, and you had managed to mess it up!

He let out a breathy chuckle, patting the back of your head like he were comforting a scolded child. "We'll simply get a taxi."

You groaned, your stomach twisting at the sensation of your own incompetency, before allowing yourself to peek between your fingers to look out into the open world—and that was when you spotted it. A quaint shop with a flickering sign and a handful of mopeds slumped over outside. Fyodor's gaze followed yours, his brows furrowing as he found the target of your ire.

"Absolutely not."

But you had already grabbed onto his hand and pulled him out into the street, with surprisingly little resistance from him as he allowed himself to surrender to your will.

"You haven't experienced everything Rome has to offer," you hummed with a noticeable smirk, tilting your head to gaze at him between your lashes in a mocking attempt to sway his favor. "Come onnnn, Федечка."

He huffed, although his normal stoicism held an unmistakable look of fondness. "Ты маленькая гадюка."

You didn't need a translator to understand the meaning behind his words, heart filled with an almost sadistic joy as you approached the older gentleman that was running the shop. He seemed equally as amused as you were once he deciphered the situation, trading cash for keys as you skipped out the door.

Fyodor had planted himself onto the Vespa's seat without complaint, though you could not help his striking resemblance to a child on a bike that was far too small for them. He had his legs propped at an awkward angle to keep them from scraping against the ground, and the subtle twitch of his brow told you everything you needed to know.

You, on the other hand, were more than comfortable enough to settle between his legs, leaning against his chest as you reveled in the rare domesticality of the moment. That was until two arms decided to slither around your waist, a span of warm breath prickling your skin.

"You're quite brazen for someone that fell right within my grasp," he cooed, his voice dropping into that velvety, sadistically sweet tone that never failed to make you melt.

The bastard had planned this on purpose—he had reviewed your travel plans beforehand, including the transportation company. Much like you could read him, he knew your story from cover to cover, often reading over every page like his favorite novel. And he knew the best ways to make you squirm, his hand snaking up your side, brushing the sensitive divots of exposed skin as it made its way around your throat, giving the slightest but most lingering of squeezes.

That was until you unintentionally floored the gas pedal, propelling you both onto the street—luckily, there wasn't too much traffic at this hour. Despite the rush of the sudden acceleration, you had found that your heart returned to its normal pace as you moved with a rhythm within the twists and turns. You zipped past various sights, most of which were the most enjoyable, in your opinion—a glimpse into the lives of those who occupied these homes. There was a comfort in the consistency. People had passed and left, but the atmosphere remained the same, passed with care through every generation.

And then, your eyes caught onto something, and the muscles of your fingers instinctively flexed against the handlebars. The arms around your waist squeezed you when you began to tilt the moped steadily to the right.

"Don't—"

But you chose to do it anyway, slipping into a narrow sidestreet. You tried not to burst out in laughter at Fyodor's dumbstruck expression through the wing mirror, wishing to capture this moment in a frame somehow. Who knew that all it took to shut the mouth of the destructive mastermind Demon Fyodor Dostoevsky was a trip on a potentially dangerous vehicle?

You had recognized the pathway as a detour to an infamous part of the city—a perfect view of the Tiber River. It was difficult not to divert your path straight into the water when you funneled out into the road, the setting sun drawing a picturesque scene that could not be replicated, even if you returned to the same spot at the same time. There would never be another moment like this again. That sweet breeze parted the sky, both cradling and revitalizing you.

You crept onto a safe spot to park the moped and jumped off to rush to the edge of a bridge that overlooked the entire river, leaning against the railing while being careful not to tip your body over the side. The water sparkled and flickered from the rays of the dying light, twinkling as creatures rested underneath its surface. It enveloped you in an atmosphere of complete calm as if you and Fyodor were the only ones to exist in the world.

Speaking of.

His eyes had drifted toward a view completely different from yours, at least in aspects of physicality. You may have admired a sunset as the peak of fleeting beauty, but you seemed completely unaware that you encompassed every aspect of such a celestial entity, yet in such a strikingly ethereal way. He had seen many sunsets many times, much like he had seen many humans—unique and fascinating in their own way, but not always beautiful. But then, you crashed into his life, and he knew it was always intended for you to remain at his side. Much rarer than a sunset, much more precious.

He would take your life into his hands, ones stained in blood and sin, and unlike all the others he held within his grasp, he would nurture it—cherish it. Like a blossoming flower, he intended to care for you, an invaluable treasure.

He had already found the sight he had been searching for.

"Look!" you exclaimed, practically bouncing as you pointed toward the swaths of fluffed clouds that embellished the sky. "Isn't it gorgeous!"

You didn't even notice the slip of his mask as he joined by your side, brushing a kiss against your temple as he eyed the blooming excitement on your cheeks with your grin. The wind swept through in another attempt to swaddle you, letting the fresh smell of water brush through the folds of your clothes and the tresses of your hair. You turned your gaze to Fyodor, laughter caught in your throat as your eyes peered into his—locked onto you with an almost unnoticeable but most genuine of smiles.

"It truly is."

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navstuffs · 8 months

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Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.

"A coffee?"

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer.

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking.

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness.

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now.

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—"

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?"

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing.

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

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junosmindpalace · 5 months

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Hello! I absolutely love all your Dr Stone works!! Especially about Senku, so now I want to make a request. Can you do Senku fluff alphabet? Senku and reader are in relationship. I am not fluent in English, I hope you understood everything, thank you!!

hi there! thank you for your request! i’ve never done a fluff alphabet omg this was so fun. these are pretty much the same everywhere i looked but i specifically took questions from @ arlertdarling !

synopsis: your relationship with senku from a-z.

( A ) AFFECTION — how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

senku’s biggest and most prominent love language is very obviously acts of service, and even then they can be seemingly indirect or misleading. he typically frames the things he does as doing them for his own benefit, but they obviously benefit you as well. he’s a little more open with doing you favors or kind acts for no particular reason other than to help you or make you smile just because you two are so close and know each other so well.

perhaps if you’ve been together for a while, he’ll allow some physical affection from you, but typically never initiates it himself outside of gently tugging your hand to lead you somewhere or grabbing your shoulder(s), placing a hand on your lower back or what not to guide you elsewhere. he also tends to get more physical if you are/were in danger for obvious reasons. it's more so reassurance for him that you’re alright and being right there to help immediately in case something is wrong.

words of affirmation is a close second in terms of love languages. he can be really encouraging with his words when you need a pick me up, and really moving when you just need some reassurance when things feel too hectic.

( B ) BEST FRIEND — what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

your friendship developed from your occasional bump ins when he’d be in the middle of an experiment. you’d always look on at him in awe, and eventually invited yourself to sit and watch and ask him questions, which he had no qualms at all with answering. from there you would watch and help out with his experiments more regularly.

he’s not a friend that's too high maintenance. whether you come to visit him in the science club room every day or once every couple of weeks, senku doesn’t treat you any less like a friend, or at the very least a well acquainted schoolmate. he’s fun to be around, however. someone you can go to if you’re bored and will always encourage you in your own hobbies. it’s your mutual dedication and passion for the things you love that make you two so close.

( C ) CUDDLES — do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

not a big cuddler, but he can get a little clingy when he’s sleeping. he tends to curl in on himself, but if you happen to be in the vicinity, he might subconsciously reach for you. at best, he feels comfortable enough to lay his head on your thighs or stomach with an arm wrapped loosely around your waist or on top of your stomach. you make sure to avert any sort of conversation related to this when he wakes up, subtly maneuvering him off your lap as he sits up with a drowsy look on his face as to avoid embarrassing him or making him uncomfortable. you can tell he sometimes realizes what happened, but never outwardly says so--and never tells you to push him away, either.

( D ) DOMESTIC — do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

not an incredibly prevalent thought. at best its fleeting if hes thinking about it at all. he’s probably very indifferent to the idea of marriage and having children, and even simply living a simple existence just isn’t his style.

in terms of chores, he probably does them fairly well, except it would probably take him a couple of reminders and has a bad habit of leaving messes from all the time he spent alone preoccupied with his experiments. however the fact that he managed his home by himself a lot probably means he’s good at doing them, but like any person, it’s probably a pain for him.

( E ) ENDING — if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

probably finds a suitable time to talk to you somewhere private and flat out tells you he wants to end things. it seems harsh, but there’s no reason to beat around the bush. his tone of voice and expression are far from emotionless, however. he keeps himself composed and steady for the most part, but you can see that it also pains him from the slight waver and strain in his voice, and from the creases in between his brows and lines on his forehead. he makes sure to do his best to let you down as gently as he thinks he can and doesn’t judge you for any sort of emotions you feel or express toward him.

( F ) FIANCÉ — how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

again, marriage is probably a very fleeting thought for senku and something he’s for the most part indifferent toward. he doesn’t feel commitment needs to be cemented through a ceremony or new marriages titles or a piece of paper; he cares about you and loves you, and doesn’t need a ring on his finger to remind him to be unwaveringly loyal. maybe would make fun of some wedding and marriage traditions, but even though he himself would probably never suggest marriage, if it means something to you, he doesn’t see the big deal in going through with it--though he probably wouldn’t be all for a ceremony or anything too grand.

( G ) GENTLE — how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

it really depends on the circumstances. sometimes senku can come off somewhat harsh to a person who isn’t all that familiar with him, but it typically isnt his intention, especially not with you. for the most part your relationship is mostly comprised of teasing and playful banter, but when you tend to get more personal and sensitive, the gruffness in his voice quiets down and becomes a lot gentler.

this also goes with physical touch. he sometimes tends to just randomly pull at you to follow him certain places, and of course if you’re in any potential danger, but his touch can also be super soft and reassuring, typically when you’re expressing insecurity or hard feelings of some kind.

( H ) HUGS — do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

like said with cuddling, not a big hugger. grand pda is just not his thing, but he won’t always refuse it. if its you, he’s probably a little more willing to be touchy, but it doesn’t happen all too often. most of the time its you initiating the hug, whether its draping over him mid experiment or hugging him from behind as he takes note of something, and usually he doesnt comment on it or move away, simply letting himself exist in your arms as he does whatever he’s doing and continuing your conversation normally. he might sometimes rub his hand over yours or place his arm under your elbow when he turns around to face you with a fond gaze even despite his smirk and teasing tone.

( I ) I LOVE YOU — how fast do they say the L-word?

he has yet to say it outright as a single phrase, but its obvious that he says it in more indirect ways. in the kind things he does for you, in the concern he expresses when you feel low about something or might be in danger, in the ways he motivates you when you feel hopeless and insecure. and when you teasingly call him out for all of these kind things, he scoffs and rolls his eyes and will occasionally say things along the lines of “i love when you ____”. still, it’s rare even if he says this, and he’s usually very nonchalant when he does, but you can take notice of the slight shyness in his voice from the way it quiets just a slight bit and his eyes hold a softer expression.

still, it takes him a bit to get to this point. a lot of familiarizing yourselves with one another, getting more personal and proving yourself over and over as someone reliable and admirable makes it easier and easier for senku to express these feelings for you. and though he doesn’t say the L word out loud, he definitely thinks it with every impressive feat you manage to accomplish or witty remark you make that only solidify his reasoning as to why he’s with you in the first place.

( J ) JEALOUSY — how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

not incredibly often, but it’s not unheard of. it’s mostly when hes already overwhelmed with a lot on his plate, and seeing someone chatting you up, even if there wasn’t any flirty intention behind their words or actions, just irritates senku, and he’ll usually break it up by yelling at them to focus up on their work or guiding you away to help him with something else, calling over his shoulder “shouldn’t you be doing ____? how about getting on that instead of distracting our crew?”

it can be subtle, but it can also be very obvious, which leads to people making some teasing remarks toward him for it, but he mostly ignores them. same with classmates, he’ll just redirect their attentions away from you and swoop in to show you something of his own.

( K ) KISSES — what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

like hugs, he’s not the biggest kisser, and he’s not the one initiating them. he’s sort of (very) awkward when it comes to kissing in the early stages of your relationship, and it takes a good amount of time before he eventually stops stiffening as much over a kiss on the cheek.

of course you don’t force him into anything he’s uncomfortable with, and have no problem not kissing him, but you can tell from the way he’s more relaxed when you lean over to give him a quick peck when he has a smirk or a pout on the lips that he’s grown to like them just a slight bit on occasion.

if he had to decide on a favorite spot to receive kisses, he’d maybe say his temple. if he were to ever initiate a kiss for you, it would be somewhere less noticeable and in private, such as on your inner wrist or knuckles.

( L ) LITTLE ONES — how are they around children?

so good. he’s stupidly good with them. he doesn’t even do anything consciously to try to appeal to them for the most part; they’re just drawn to his experiments and funny words, and of course senku for the most part indulges them, so he becomes popular pretty quickly.

it’s incredibly endearing to see him interact and form a relationship with the children of ishigami village, watching their curious heads peek from behind his shoulder or back at his experiments and petting their hair when they crowd around him, eagerly asking to play or show them more cool modern inventions.

sometimes he might whisper in their ears to go over to you to watch you do whatever it is you’re most skilled at, and you know immediately whose responsible for the sudden eager crowd of little people around you when your gaze meets senku’s and he shoots you a smirk, with you rolling your eyes in retaliation.

( M ) MORNING — how are mornings spent with them?

maaaaybe slightly controversial take but i think it takes him a bit to properly wake himself up. he’s pretty groggy in the mornings and isn’t fully ready to start the day until an hour or two after he wakes up. however, i can see the sleepiness fading from his system a lot quicker than it does for most people, so if you were to see him at school in the mornings or in a classroom, he’s annoyedly outgoing and cheerful for your taste. still, if you were to spend your mornings together even before all that, you’re usually spending them in silence or having quiet and short conversation.

( N ) NIGHT — how are nights spent with them?

arguably worse than mornings, but this time he’s keeping you awake. he doesn’t go to bed till probably around midnight, and most of his studying time is probably spent in the evenings. if either of you are sleeping over, usually senku has his nose in a book till his eyes get too heavy and he puts it down to rest. he either joins you already curled into bed passed out, or you sit beside him doing whatever you do in the evenings as he sleeps. nights are not all that eventful for you personally, it’s mostly just being in each others’ presence while doing your own things, with occasional conversation here and there.

( O ) OPEN — when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly.

the more personal details about himself probably come later. definitely not an all at once person, and most of the time you just have to let him come to revealing stuff on his own terms. when he does, it’s during a time you’re being very sensitive and personal with each other, and it sort of slips out. either then or at another random time where he reveals something new about himself or his background very nonchalantly. you don’t usually call it out, but you’ll try to ask some questions to get him to expand and tuck the knowledge away.

again, he’s not the emotional type, so when it comes to himself and his more personal aspects, it can take a little longer to get information out of him compared to other stuff, such as his passion for and knowledge of science.

( P ) PATIENCE — how easily angered are they?

senku himself has said (if i remember correctly), that he gets irritated and is just good at disguising it. for him to be genuinely angry, however, i think would take quite a bit. he can be over the top in how he reacts when he’s annoyed, but it doesn’t come from a place of genuine rage.

i think in order to anger him, you’d have to insult something he deeply cares about repeatedly, or threaten it. and even then he’s usually good at not letting himself go crazy over it.

he’s rarely ever angry with you, if not at all. you’re both familiar with your banter and teasing, and you know what lines not to cross or not to take certain comments too personally.

( Q ) QUIZZES — how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?

generally very good at remembering things about you. you don’t expect him to remember every slight off hand comment you make, but he often manages to surprise you when he brings up details that even you forgot you ever shared with him.

he cares about you a lot, and though he’s already pretty attentive, it only enhances when it comes to you discussing aspects about yourself. he’s interested in learning about you, from your hobbies to your fondest memory. whatever it may be, he usually is able to recall it.

( R ) REMEMBER — what is their favourite moment in your relationship?

he likes any sort of moment where he’s spending time with you working on an experiment or discussing something science related. working on the thing he’s most passionate about with the person he loves and cares for the most? those are his favorite times, especially since you’re always so enthusiastic about them, asking him question after question and helping him complete the experiment.

he also likes being able to indulge, and you encouraging him and taking an interest yourself is something he really appreciates. he also thinks it’s incredibly endearing to see you so passionate and curious, and very attractive when you explain your own research and demonstrate your own knowledge and skill. he never forgets how much you contribute to his own growth because of this.

( S ) SECURITY — how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

not overly protective unless you were in some sort of danger. even if there was potential for you to get hurt, he still isn’t the most overbearing in his concern. of course, he still likes to do whatever he can to prevent any danger (though he knows you’re capable of handling yourself, it’s more so for his own peace of mind and he just can’t admit to it), and so he does insist you wear protective gear and gives you tools to help you do your job more efficiently in the stone world.

he wouldn’t want you to step in and prevent him from doing anything, but the best way you could protect him is in the same way he protects you—by having his back. being there to provide him with the resources and support he needs in any given situation, especially dangerous ones or endeavors he very passionate about.

( T ) TRY — how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

unless you’re a person who doesn’t really like to celebrate relationship milestone or events, senku will make at least some sort of effort to commemorate the moments somehow. again, it’s through more subtle and indirect means, but eventually you’re able to piece together why he seems to be a little nicer and more sentimental on those kinds of days.

gifts are also not always the most straightforward and are usually practical and science related, hand crafted by senku himself, which makes you appreciate them all the more. sometimes they can be too straightforward and basic, however. but if he knows there’s something specific you’ve been indecisive about getting, or a certain place you’ve been meaning to visit, he might surprise you with a trip or take that push to make that purchase for you.

he goes about his everyday tasks outside of science like any other person—or any other teen. he does well in school and helps out around the household with chores.

( U ) UGLY — what would be some bad habits of theirs?

can maybe get a little too distanced from his emotions. he has a bad habit of breaking intimate moments in favour of teasing, but it mostly stems from his own discomfort toward that sort of stuff. he gets better at handling it further into your relationship, but it’s a habit he still has trouble completely breaking down.

he also has a habit of getting too caught up in his experiments. there are certain days where all he wants to do is work, and sometimes that means making the people around him join in and help him. once he’s got his mind on something he’s determined to see it through, and this typically happened often where he wouldn’t pull away from the experiment or project until he gave himself a designated break or was forced to stop due to external factors.

( V ) VANITY — how concerned are they with their looks?

next to not at all. senku can understand wanting to look presentable, but the last thing on his mind is whether or not he should cut his hair a certain way or wear his shirt in a certain style (he’s never expressed a problem with his cowlicks).

he’s probably never stressed out that much about the way he’s perceived in terms of personality either. perhaps only when it came to testing his physical limits or dressing up in clothes that aren’t his own personal style (as seen in the wardrobe montage). but overall he’s not hyperfiaxfing on it, not even to try to impress you (he naturally cleans up well).

his close friends might tell you that he tends to subconsciously adjust his clothes or straighten his back when you walk into a room, however.

( W ) WHOLE — would they feel incomplete without you?

i don’t think so. senku has his own passions and goals and many other people who share them and that he’s close with. he definitely doesn’t need one specific person to make him feel like himself, and that’s one thing you greatly admired about him.

still, just because he thinks he can get by without you doesn’t mean he wants to. he’s always trying to include you in aspects of his life, and you’ve become such a big part of it that it would take him a long time to actually heal from not having you around.

he can’t deny that though it doesn’t feel soul crushing to be apart from you for so long, he can feel a more comfortable and reassuring feeling when he’s by your side.

( X ) XTRA — a random headcanon for them!

he’s really good at impressions thanks to his dad. it’s one of those habits that he really didn’t like but ended up rubbing off on him from how often byakuya did them, and every time he catches himself doing an impression or talking to himself in another voice, he physically stops whatever he’s doing and groans about how he “sounds just like my old man” or “is turning into my old man”.

it makes you laugh though, so he doesn’t feel as embarrassed doing them when he’s voicing a hypothetical situation of some sorts when he’s explaining something to do. if anything, your laughter only encourages him.

( Y ) YUCK — what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

a person who lacks ambition and curiosity. he doesn’t get how he could relate to a person like that at all, let alone spend the rest of his life with them. his partner doesn’t need to be as fiercely passionate about science as he is, but he wouldn’t want a partner that has absolutely no big interests hobbies or skills. those kinds of people seem like the ones he’d be least compatible with.

( Z ) ZZZ — what are their sleep habits?

most of the time tries to get at least 8 hours of sleep, but sometimes tends to get a little less. it’s important for him to have a healthy sleeping cycle/schedule so his brain and body can work to their full capacity. he can still function without a lot of it, but it’s harder on his mental and physical strength, so it’s even more important that he gets enough to keep him going throughout the day.

very rarely pulls an all nighter. has definitely pulled a couple, but it’s not often enough to have his body adjust to simply two hours of sleep without any side effects.

like i said before, he tends to cuddle in on himself, wrapping the blanket over his shoulders so he’s completely covered. cannot sleep well in the heat, so he’d rather be freezing at night. adjusts himself maybe a couple of times throughout the night, from curling against your leg to turning his back toward you.

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Somnophilia | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Kinktober masterlist.

I just noticed I did somno with Kirishima last year too LOL. I’m too predictable🥲

Summary: Kirishima promised you a night full of fun after he accepts an award at the annual hero gala. Unfortunately his friends introduce him to the free bar before you can get him back to your hotel room and things don’t quite go to plan.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, somnophilia, dubcon to be safe (Kirishima is drunk but even though consent isn’t explicitly stated its apparent), intoxication, dry humping, blowjob, creampie, again no proofread sorry!

Word Count: 2.4k.

“Eijirou,” You whined as you watched your boyfriend's eyes begin to flutter.

All evening the hulking Pro-Hero had been whispering promises into your ear about what he would do to you once you both got back to the hotel, in this very bed. The gala you’d both attended was out of town and it gave you the illusion of being on vacation with the number 8 Hero, a luxury neither of you had been able to indulge in for the last few months as work had been hectic. His PR team had him taking any and every interview or public display to try and push him up the rankings, meaning he'd been spending far less time with you at home. It didn’t matter that Kirishima was more than happy to be inside the top 10, it was a constant drive from them that had him coming home exhausted. Barely enough time to kiss you and reheat the dinner you’d cooked for him before he was collapsing into bed.

So this? This was a dream. Watching your boyfriend button his tight dress shirt through the vanity mirror as you applied your lipstick you were more than excited about how the evening would end.

His large palms gripping your waist as you bent over to slide on your heels, pressing his chub into the curve of your ass so you could feel exactly what you were doing to him as you gave him a small smile, the heels giving you a new height advantage as you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Later,” You laughed, “Or we’ll miss the whole gala.”

“Is that really such a bad thing?” His fingers were already toying with the zip at the back of your dress, ruby eyes filled with lust as he kept you tight against his body, “It’s been ages.”

“Oh, my vibrator and I know.” You gave him a pointed look as you reached a hand up to wipe some of the lipstick transfer off from his lips.

“Don’t put that image in my head,” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he throbbed beneath his slacks, “‘m gonna have to spend this entire thing hard as a rock.”

“Well, that is pretty much your quirk.” You teased back, sneaking your hand around his body to shamelessly grope his ass, “We’ll show our faces and leave once the awards have been handed out, yeah?”

Kirishima nodded eagerly as he took your hand in his, pressing a temperate kiss to the top of it as he smiled down at you.

“You ready?” He mumbled softly.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You smiled, squeezing his hand as he began to lead you from the hotel room towards the car waiting downstairs.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep my hands off you all night, you look gorgeous.” He groaned as he watched your ass sway in the dress you were wearing.

But of course, that was hours ago.

“Eijirou, you promised.” You’d both managed to make it down to your underwear before your boyfriend had succumbed to slumber, your lipstick smeared across his face from the intense make-out session that he’d been engaged in seconds earlier. His soft snores were the only sound filling the room as you tried to stir him.

His hard cock bulged against his underwear, a large dark stain soaking the fabric to show how needy he’d been for you all evening. You splayed your hands against his chest as you rocked your hips against him, gasping softly as you gave your clit some much-needed friction.

You knew that once Kirishima received his award that he wouldn’t be coming home sober. He’d been so careful not to drink too much all evening, waving off the people handing out the champagne with a sweet smile as he sipped his glass of water. His hand squeezed your hip all evening as he whispered promises of exactly what he was going to do to you once you got back to the room. His words had a warm fire burning in your belly the entire evening, squeezing your thighs together to try and give yourself some sweet relief as you chatted animatedly to your friends.

But the moment he walked off the stage with the extravagant trophy and Cellophane and Chargebolt offered him a glass of champagne you knew that this wouldn’t bode well. After all the awards were given out you found your boyfriend propped against the free bar, empty shot glasses surrounding him and his friends as you tried to coax him back to the hotel. Giving him your best fluttering lashes as he shamelessly grabbed your ass, exclaiming to his friends that he had to leave now.

“I’m going to have sex with my beautiful girlfriend!” He held his trophy with one hand and slumped some of his weight against you as he slung his other arm over your shoulders. The admission was met with whoops and hollers from his friends as you led him from the building, trying not to buckle beneath him as you staggered in your heels.

“Ugh, fuck Kaminari and Sero.” You groaned, your nipples pebbling under the cool air conditioning in the plush hotel room as you watched your boyfriend's chest gently rise and fall. It was difficult not to admit he looked peaceful and serene, his lips parted gently as his lashes tickled his cheeks. But you were uncaring if he woke up, in fact, you wished he would. Hitting his chest to try and rouse him to no avail, the hulking man near comatose as you continued to shamelessly roll your hips above him. You were horny and desperate for him, and it was all his fault. You'd been anticipating this moment all evening so your panties were soaked through and stuck to your skin, leaving another dark stain against Kirishima’s underwear to mix with the one he’d left.

“Eij-” You cooed, grinding yourself against his crotch as you focused on your clit. Sending jolts of pleasure throughout your abdomen as you let out a soft whine, “Baby, please.”

You slapped one of his pecs to try and rouse him, knowing it was futile. Your boyfriend slept like a rock sober, so there was no way that you’d be able to wake him drunk. You’d spent so much time trapped beneath his heavy frame when he’d fallen asleep on top of you, pouty and desperate to pee whenever he’d wake up with a bashful grin on his face.

You moved to slip your fingers beneath the hem of his boxers, brushing through the messy black trail of hair that disappeared beneath the fabric. You watched the way his chest concaved as though he was fully awake and present, feeling every slight touch as you moved lower. Pulling the material down to free his thick cock, the heavy weight of it lay flat against the meat of his thigh as you licked your lips at the sight. A thick bead of pre dribbled from the tip and trickled down onto his leg, leaving silvery lines against his skin as the angry bulging veins made him appear even bigger than usual. It was clear he was just as pent up as you were, his balls heavy with his seed as you wrapped your fingers around his girth. Your clit throbbed at the sight as you shimmied down his thighs, legs spread wide on either side of them as you leaned down to swipe your tongue against his leaking slit.

A soft groan left Kirishima’s lips and you had to look up to see whether he was still asleep because his entire body shifted. Smirking as you repeated the motion, tasting him on the flat of your tongue as you took his tip inside your mouth.

You set a languid pace as your tongue stroked along one of the prominent veins forking along the underside of his cock, bobbing your head as the tip hit the back of your throat. Your hand pumping the parts of him that you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, drool spilling out of your throat as it dribbled down his length. You were tempted to grab your cell phone to record what you were doing so Kirishima could see exactly what he missed out on when he woke up, but you were so pent up you didn’t want to move. Desperate to get yourself off with your boyfriend's cock for once instead of using your fingers and the toys he’d purchased for you.

You pulled back from his cock with a ‘pop’ as you slid your fingers between your thighs, pulling your panties to the side to glide your fingers through your messy folds. Kirishima would always spend a great deal of time prepping you for his cock, whispering to you sweetly that he didn’t want to hurt you and that he could split you in two. But this time you wanted to feel the ache of him sliding inside your wet heat, it had been far too long and you knew you were wet enough. Shimmying your hips up you held the girth of his cock steady as you felt the tip of him nudge your clit. Letting out a shameless moan as you repeated the motion, before leaning forward. The engorged head now pressed against your tight entrance, coated in your essence as you began to sink down onto him. Feeling the familiar burn of the stretch as you took more of him inside your wet heat.

“Fuck, Eij-” You whined, throwing your head back in pleasure as your walls throbbed around him, bouncing softly on top of him to try and stretch yourself out to take more of him inside you. Your lips parted in a constant moan as you felt him brushing against every inch of you perfectly, “Feels so good.”

There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of your boyfriend buried deep inside you, no toys or your hands could ever match the feeling of him balls deep. Your hands splayed against his chest to steady yourself as your walls throbbed around his cock, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size before you set a steady pace.

The alcohol in your system made it difficult to lift yourself up off his length as you rolled your hips against him, grinding down on his lap as the messy hairs at the base of his cock gave your clit some delicious friction. Biting down on your bottom lip as you used Kirishima for your own pleasure, your tits bouncing with each roll of your hips as you looked down at your sleeping boyfriend's face. Wishing that he was awake and staring up at you with absolute adoration as he lifted you up and down on his lap like he usually would. A sheer display of his strength as you leaned forward. Pressing your chest against his as you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent as you continued your messy pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mumbled, shamelessly focusing your movements against your puffy clit as your walls throbbed around his thick cock. Biting down on Kirishima’s pulse point as you salved your tongue against it, feeling yourself dancing on the cusp of your climax.

“Eijirou,” You gasped, feeling yourself succumb to pleasure as you came undone. Your walls clamped down around his length as you began to shake above him, your breath fanning against his skin as you continued to messily rut your hips against him, riding out your orgasm.

Kirishima was still painfully hard inside you as you came down from your high, feeling lethargic as you were beginning to let the call of slumber take over. Settling yourself on Kirishima’s chest as the steady rise and fall of his breathing coaxed you to sleep.

But you felt his large palms reach up to grip your ass, squeezing softly as he groaned softly beneath you, catching you by surprise.

“What’s all this?” He mumbled, squeezing softly, “You little minx.”

“You fell asleep,” You whispered, already feeling the call of sleep taking over, “Not my fault.”

“Mmm,” He grumbled, one of his hands moving lower to feel the bottom of his cock slick with your release as it disappeared inside your tight cunt, fingers pressing against where your bodies were connected as you exhaled softly, “‘m sorry I fell asleep, baby.”

You gasped as he shifted his hips beneath you, still painfully hard buried inside your warmth. His hands were set on your ass as his fingertips dug into the plush skin, moving you on top of him with ease as he gave a few cants of his hips. Feeling your walls clamping down around him in the aftershocks of your climax as he buried himself deep inside your wet, warm cunt.

“I missed this,” He grumbled, his grip tightening as he bounced you on his cock, “I don’t think I can last-”

“It’s been too long,” You whined, unbothered you’d left a mess of lipstick against the column of his neck as he continued his pace.

“I know, baby. I know,” He cooed gently, “Gonna make it up to you, I promise.”

You could already feel another climax approaching, your toes curling as you felt the pleasure brewing in your abdomen. The coil inside you was desperately close to snapping as Kirishima did all the work, lifting you up and down on his cock as he felt you begin to clamp down around his cock.

“Come on, princess. Cum for me, please?” He asked so sweetly it had your body quivering as you let yourself go, squeezing his cock as you came undone with a cry of his name. Your thighs shook from the intensity of your climax as Kirishima gave a few more messy ruts of his hips, cumming inside you with a grunt as he painted your walls white with his seed.

“Holy shit,” He groaned, wrapping his arms tight around your waist to stop you from sliding off him as he kept his softening cock buried deep inside you, leaving you plugged with his release.

You could both already feel the call of slumber lulling you both back to sleep as his breathing began to shallow.

“Eijirou, I gotta take my makeup off and clean up.” You whined, knowing that the moment you’d shift positions in your sleep that the mixture of your combined release would end up all over the sheets. Your lipstick and foundation were already a mess against his pillowcase, as you tried to shift out of his grip.

“Later, baby. Later.” He mumbled incoherently, “Sleep first-”

And you knew there was no way you could get out of your tired boyfriend's grip as you settled against his chest, allowing the soft rumble of his snoring to lull you to sleep.

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Skylar Hamiltons birthday had been hectic already and it was only lunch time. First of all Skylar had woken up way before Angelina which was unplanned as Angelina had saved the decorations for the morning, the girls cake hadn't been finished by the bakery, some of her presents still hadn't come in the mail and most of the teenagers friends hadn't knocked at the door to join her party.

Angelina had tried her very best to make do with what they had. Turning blowing balloons up into a 'party game', picking up a cake that didn't fit the theme from the stores instead, and was currently trying her best to make a fun party even though only three out of the twelve girls invited had shown up.

What annoyed the siblings was that they had notice. It wasn't like it was a rushed invitation that had been handed out at the start of the week. No, in-fact they had invited people at least two months before to know what to prepare for, the girls who hadn't shown up had been in the group-chat that was made and were seemingly excited about it all.

But what pissed off Angelina more than it did Skylar, was that the girls who didn't show up were hanging out together and posting it on their public stories on every possible social media account possible. Lord knows she was damn near pulling up and screaming in their faces, but she kept herself calm.

So Angelina sat on the sofa and watched Skylar and her three friends; Jess, Sophia and Charlie. They were currently playing a stupid game one of them had bought over. It was some type of card game that had them rolling on the floor in laughter, so Angelina couldn't complain.

All she was waiting for now was the doorbell to ring. Her phone sat on her thigh, refreshing her texts every few seconds (sometimes minutes as she would zone out or get distracted by the teenagers in-front of her).

Once the doorbell rang she would be able to collect Skylars main present, the one she had bought not too long ago after doing quite a lot of research after the teenagers ramble in the kitchen one morning a few weeks ago.

"That's not even funny! I'm just— I'm—!" A cackle tuned itself in too Angelinas ears. Jess was struggling to catch a breath whilst speaking, Skylar and Sophia were both laid back on the carpeted floor with their hands on their stomach. The sound of laughter not even escaping their mouths as they were laughing that hard. Angelina smiled to herself, snapping a few pictures of the three that she would make sure to send to them all like she had been doing all night.

The TV played quietly behind them, a youtube video playing of the brothers their car, discussing something random topic each time Angelina would pass by. Skylar seemed to enjoy their channel a lot, along with the friends sat in the living room, and Angelina didn't really watch any youtube at all so she was open to anything. She would consider herself a 'fan' but not like the type she's seen occasionally on her for you page.

The dark skinned girl snapped out of her thoughts as the doorbell rung, the teenagers in-front of her not even noticing in the midst of their fit of laughter. Angelina stood up and walked towards the door where her friend, Maya, stood behind the wood.

Maya smiled towards Angelina, "Hey! How are you?"

"I'm good you? You have the thing?"

"Yeah I'm good, and of course." Maya smiled towards the dark skinned girl. Lifting the small, sealed envelope that was sat in her hand. "I would stay but I gotta run, tell Skye I said happy birthday!"

Angelina nodded with a smile, shouting a 'thanks' as the girl walked back towards her car, shutting the door and moving back into the living room. The group of teenagers were now sat on the sofas, the TV's volume turned up slightly as they were all focused on the current video playing.

Charlie looked up as Angelina walked in, "Hey, where'd you go?”

"Got something for the birthday girl." Angelina smiled, gently chucking the envelope onto her sisters lap which caused Skylar's eyes to drift downwards and her eyebrows to raise.

"What is it?" Skylar questioned, Angelina only shrugging in response and plopping herself down on the other sofa. Sophia and Charlie only smiled as they encouraged the girl to open the envelope quicker.

Inside the envelope was a small sheet of paper, small graphics decorating it. "Read it out then!" Sophia sighed, nudging Skylar in the ribs. Skylar only beamed a bright smile after skimming through the note.

"Dear Skylar, you are invited to the Sturniolo triplets verses tour in Orlando Florida on the eighteenth of October. Unluckily for you, your sister will be joining you but I hope you have a good time. Your flight leaves in three days, get packing."

The four girls squealed all together, jumping up and down in a small group huddle. Skylar separating herself from the other three and jumping onto Angelina, hugging her tightly.

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome Skye, just know you're doing the dishes for three days."

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Can I request a Tighnari x f! Reader that after the archon quest, when they're going to sleep his s/o asks him to take off his shirt to see his scar and then just kisses on it

The rest I'll leave u in your hands :D

୨୧ Late Night Kisses

“ tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall “

ft. tighnari x fem!reader

cw: suggestive maybe? lots of kissing, archon quest spoilers, not proofread, mention of husband and wife but besides from that mostly gn!, maybe ooc idk its all very romantic and intimate

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : tighnari’s been getting a lot of love on this blog recently…. not that I mind he’s one of my favourites, tighnari please come home. also I’m assuming by scar you mean by when he got struck by lightning so I’m going with that! ty for sending in a request this was so fun to write !!!!!

It had been a few days since that day, where Tighnari and Dehya had been warding off the Fatui until the sky crackled with lightning and cloudy skies that threatened to burst with pure electro energy, causing Tighnari to get struck from the encounter. And now, it seems that the entirety of Sumeru has been going through a whirlwind of discoveries and immense change.

That seemed to be the last thing on your mind, though, almost all of your attention had been directed towards Tighnari and his steadily improving health. Once you learned what had happened to Tighnari, you heavily insisted (basically forced) on aiding him in his daily activities until he was alright.

Not like Tighnari could do anything in this state anyways, his line of work heavily relied on his mobility, and the simple act of sitting down was far less than pleasant. For now, the most work he could do was write down his latest discoveries of various fungi and monitor Haypasia’s seemingly catatonic state of slumber.

Your nerves were finally settled once Tighnari felt he was suitable to take on his forest ranger duties again, but you did still express some concern for his health as high-ranked scholars and subordinates of the Akademiya had been granted mercy by Lesser Lord Kusanali and had been resided to Gandharva Ville to study forestry and discover knowledge in the new era that Sumeru was entering without an Akasha terminal.

In turn, the workload had increased tenfold for the forest rangers and Tighnari was all the more busier than he usually is. He appreciated your concern, really, and you two made it a habit to check in with each other whenever the chance arrived and to relax in one another’s presence in your shared home once the sun fell and the world fell in an illuminated silence for the night… >>

… Your shared bedroom was illuminated by the gentle flame of an oil lamp set on a nightstand that cast faded shadows across the room. Without it, the only source of light would be the speckled dots of burning stars that painted Teyvat’s night sky and its moon that reflected and fractured light across everything it touched.

You could confidently speak for both you and Tighnari just how exhausting and hectic it had been recently, the only refuge in your days being the early mornings where you woke up to see your fast asleep lover showered in blushed sunlight and what currently is nighttime, where you could finally relax both your muscles and mind. You were absentmindedly reading a light novel shipped from an Inazuman publishing house, moreover waiting for Tighnari to finish and join you in bed.

A soft smile crept onto your face, waiting for your lover like this felt rather domestic, almost like a wed couple, the thought of you and your boyfriend being referred to as husband and wife made your chest tingle from your dreams of the future. That fluttering feeling in your heart growing deeper once Tighnari had entered the room wearing a plain shirt and shorts that contrasted the fairly intricate garments he adorned day-to-day.

“You look happy, something exciting happen?” Tighnari chirped, noticing the dreamy smile on your face. You brushed off your somewhat embarrassing fantasies and closed your forgotten light novel to set it on the counter, lifting the sheets to give Tighnari better access as he slid under the thinly veiled covers with you.

“Nothing, I’m more happy that you’re here now.” you sheepishly spoke, moving closer to Tighnari and offering him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

He could only give a cheeky smile in response, ears twitching in approval as a hand traveled to cup your face; tilting your face towards his and leaning in for a kiss you two had been patiently waiting for since that morning. Soft lips molded against yours, Tighnari’s scent flowing your sense of smell and warmth blooming across both your cheeks and tinted lips. Arms wrapped around your waist, gently pushing you closer to him and encapsulating the tender moment.

You pulled away after a few seconds of what was utter bliss, light chuckles coming from both of you. “I missed you.” Tighnari mumbled “Me too.”

Your eyes traveled down to the nape of his neck that was usually covered by a dark turtleneck, frowning slightly at the residual scars from what had happened. Gently, you slowly lifted your hand and placed the tips of your fingers along his neck, dragging down like you were caressing something that could break at any moment. The ticklish sensation made Tighnari shiver until you stopped where his clothes shielded the rest of his skin.

“Does it still hurt?” you mused while pulling downwards at the neck of his baggy shirt, exposing more of the thin veined shockwaves of electricity that shot through his blood in mere milliseconds. The thought of that made you tense, especially since it had happened to someone so near and dear to you.

“Just a bit, but I can move around just fine.” he kindly reassured you, lazily resting his forehead on your shoulder as his shallow breath ticked the nape of your neck. It stayed like that for a short time, taking in each other’s scents and illuminating warmth as the outside was draped in a cold and unforgiving black.

“Tighnari,” you whispered softly into his ear, hearing him hum in response “can you take off your shirt for me?” a pause, then the shuffled noise of Tighnari pulling away from your form and pulling the fabric over his head casually until his entire upper body was fully visible.

Tighnari was always a bit on the skinnier side, but his skill in the bow and agile reflexes reflected in the tone of his stomach and forearms. These aspects of him were always covered with flexible and airy clothing, masking his quite endearing build. But now, Tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall. The scarred veins branched out in sharp lines like the thin roots of a tree, scattered along his shoulder blade down to his arm. You could notice some bandages wrapped along his waist from his encounter with the Fatui, which you had helped him wrap earlier that day.

You two sat in silence, Tighnari’s body relaxed in your soft gaze wandering across his body and analyzing each and every cut and scar adorning his skin. One hand found comfort on the side of Tighnari’s thin waist, the other trailing along the river of shockwaves that permanently painted Tighnari’s skin. You paused for a moment, eyes meeting his searching for some form of confirmation that it didn’t hurt.

“Please.” He urged you on. Smiling, your lips found comfort on Tighnari’s skin, featherlight pecks dancing across his skin that bloomed in pretty pinks like flower petals.

The ticklish sensation made it difficult for Tighnari to conceal the dumb smile growing on his face by the second, spurts of quiet giggles from the fox intermingled the intimate moment you were sharing. His tail, brushed and oiled methodically, occasionally thumped against the mattress in time with your numerous kisses that travelled along the seams of his neck. Experimentally, your kisses slowly became more intimate, kitten licks and open mouthed kisses felt warm on Tighnari’s numbing senses.

Another kiss was placed on Tighnari’s collarbone, your eyes traveling up to be met with a fool blushing wildly, stripped of all his inhibitions to his very core. You were in Tighnari’s hold, leaning closer towards him until your chests were flushed against one another’s so lips found yours once more. A surprised sound left you when Tighnari flopped back onto the mattress and bringing you down on top of him, the light of the lamp slowly trickling until it barely shone like it used to. Tighnari smiled against your lips, pulling away but still reeling from the overloaded sensations that were stirring in his body.

You silently moved next to him, arms and legs wrapped nonsensically around your bodies like they were knotted together. The fading light softly etched and outlined both of your features, watching Tighnari’s long eyelashes flutter close; faces close enough to feel the rhythmic breath blow into your face like a morning breeze.

You loved him, scars and all, and you made sure Tighnari knew that for as long as the world keeps spinning.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari fanfic #tighnari smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic

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lilacura · 3 months

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Drift | Miyawaki Sakura

pairing: kazuha x reader , sakura x reader

>wc: 1.8k

sypnosis: in a world consumed by fame and shattered dreams, you find yourself caught in the whirlwind of a relationship neglected for the allure of success. But when all hope seems lost, an unexpected source of solace emerges in Sakura, your girlfriends' bandmate.

Things used to be so good between you and Kazuha. You remembered first meeting her at one of her early band practices with the other LE SSERAFIM members. Her skills on the guitar and soothing vocals instantly drew you in. After building up the courage, you confessed your feelings and were overjoyed when she felt the same.

Kazuha was devoted in the beginning of your relationship, always making time for dates and staying up late chatting on the phone when busy schedules got in the way of seeing each other in person. She wrote the sweetest songs that were inspired by your love. You proudly supported her at every concert and event, feeling like the luckiest girl to have an up and coming star as your girlfriend.

But as LE SSERAFIM's popularity grew, Kazuha seemed to grow more distant. Practices and recordings stretched later and later into the night. Your anxious texts went unanswered for hours, then whole days. When you did manage to see her, she was distracted, constantly checking her phone for updates from her manager. More than once, plans you had made got cancelled last minute as she had to prioritize work.

You tried to be understanding of her hectic new lifestyle. After all, this was her dream and you didn't want to hold her back. But it was like you barely even factored into her life anymore. Simple affectionate gestures stopped, then meaningful conversations. Being in a long-distance relationship was taking its toll, yet Kazuha didn't seem to be trying very hard to overcome the challenges.

One particular free evening, she once again cancelled plans to meet up without much of an explanation or apology. Frustrated tears filled your eyes as you paced around, feeling lonelier than ever. That's when there was a knock at your door.

"Sakura? What are you doing here?" you asked in surprise when you opened it to find Kazuha's bandmate and friend. She must have sensed something was wrong, as sympathetic eyes looked back at you.

"I know things have been rough. I figured you could use some company," Sakura said gently, holding up the pizza and movie she brought. Her thoughtfulness caught you off guard in that moment. Before you knew it, you were pouring your heart out about everything with Kazuha while she listened supportively.

A weight felt lifted getting it all out in the open. Sakura understood better than most the toll the idol life could take and didn't make excuses for Kazuha's behavior. She simply comforted you with a hug. When had you last felt so at ease just being with Kazuha? It was in that embrace you realized how much you had really been missing human affection and care.

From then on, Sakura continued to be there for you in the ways Kazuha wasn't. Long talks over coffee, taking you out on fun dates, simple gestures like bringing your favorite snacks. Before long, your gratitude toward her grew into something more that made you question everything. Was what you had left with Kazuha even a meaningful relationship anymore if she couldn't be bothered to put you first?

As the distance grew and Kazuha's busy schedule continued to strain your relationship, the cracks became more apparent. Communication became sporadic, and when you did manage to talk, it felt forced and distant. The once sweet gestures and affectionate moments were replaced with a coldness that left you feeling isolated and unimportant.

One evening, overwhelmed by your emotions, you finally mustered the courage to confront Kazuha about the state of your relationship. With a heavy sigh, you looked into her eyes and said, "Kazuha, we need to talk. I can't keep going on like this. Our relationship feels so distant and one-sided. I feel neglected and unimportant to you."

Kazuha, sensing the seriousness in your voice, let out a deep breath and responded, "I've been working so hard to pursue my dreams, and I thought you would understand that. This is just a temporary bump in the road. I can't believe you'd just give up so easily. It feels like you don't love me as much as I do you."

Your frustration grew as you shook your head. "It's not about giving up, Kazuha. I've been trying to make it work, but it feels like you don't even see how much you've been hurting me. I need someone who will prioritize our relationship, not just brush it off as a minor inconvenience."

Kazuha's expression turned defensive, her voice tinged with anger. "This is unfair! I've been doing everything I can to juggle my career and our relationship. You're making it seem like I don't love you as much as you love me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to convey the depth of your emotions. "It's not about measuring love, Kazuha. It's about feeling valued and cared for. I need more than just empty promises and excuses. I need actions that show me you're willing to put effort into us."

Kazuha's defiance remained, her voice growing more defiant. "I can't believe you're making it seem like I'm the one in the wrong here. Maybe you're just not as committed as you claim to be if you're so quick to leave over a rough patch."

Your heart ached as you wiped away tears, realizing the disconnect between your needs and Kazuha's understanding. "It's not about commitment, Kazuha. It's about respect and emotional support. I can't keep sacrificing my own happiness for the sake of a relationship that feels like it's crumbling."

“y/n right now is not the time to talk about this, maybe after i’m done with the new comeback.” Leaving you in the room alone.

Dumbstruck, you sat there, the weight of Kazuha's words pressing heavily on your chest. Her dismissal and departure left you feeling abandoned and unheard. The room felt suffocating as the reality of the situation settled in.

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you - hurt, confusion, and anger. How could Kazuha prioritize her career over the crumbling state of your relationship? It felt like a betrayal of the love and commitment you had shared.

As you sat alone, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't help but question everything. Was your love not enough? Were your needs too demanding? The self-doubt crept in, adding another layer of pain to the already wounded heart.

A part of you held on to hope things would change if you just gave it more time. But one night when you scrolled through Kazuha's Instagram live to find her completely engrossed in a flirty interaction with a famous actress instead of responding to your texts, that was the final straw.

You knew then it was time to let go.

Though it hurt to end things after so long, an immense weight was lifted at the same time. You realized your self-worth shouldn't depend on anyone who didn't treat you right. And maybe, just maybe, you had found that in someone else all along without realizing.

At their next band practice, you worked up the courage to tell Sakura how you really felt.

Your heart was pounding as you approached Sakura at band practice that day. So much had led to this moment after the turmoil with Kazuha, but were your feelings for Sakura really more than just comfort in hard times? There was only one way to find out.

The others had gone on their break, leaving you two alone in the studio. Sakura glanced up with her warm, gentle smile that always set you at ease. "What's up? You seem nervous about something." You took a steadying breath.

"There's something I need to tell you. These past few months with you have been really special," you began hesitantly. Sakura remained quiet, watching you intently with care and concern. Her attention gave you courage to continue.

"When we're together, it feels... right, in a way nothing has for a long time. You're always there for me without judgment. And I've come to realize, what I feel for you is more than just friendship."

Sakura drew in a small gasp, eyes widening slightly as your confession sank in. Your heart sank too, fearing you had just ruined the best thing in your life right now. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Please forget it, I don't want things to be awkward between us—"

"No, don't apologize," she interrupted softly, reaching to take your fidgeting hands in hers. Her touch was soothing yet electrified your nerves all at once. "I feel the same way about you. I was just too afraid to admit it."

A wave of relief and elation rushed through you at those words. Sakura returned your happy tears with her own, and you embraced tightly, all the tension and uncertainty melting away. All that remained was the joy of knowing your feelings were truly reciprocated, and a bright new future unfolding before you both at last.

A few months had passed since you and Sakura admitted your feelings for each other. Being with her felt like the missing piece you never knew you needed. She was attentive, caring, and made you feel truly seen in a way Kazuha had stopped doing.

When the paparazzi caught wind of your new relationship, it caused a media stir as the first out couple in the K-pop world. LE SSERAFIM's fans had mixed reactions, but Kazuha's response cut the deepest. Instead of being supportive, she gave shady interviews implying you had betrayed her trust.

It was an awkward time during band promotions when you would visit Sakura, having to face your ex frequently. Kazuha gave you the cold shoulder, while Sakura did her best to diffuse tensions for the group's sake. You knew you would run into Kazuha eventually when the members all gathered for practice.

Stepping into the studio, you braced yourself as glares met you from across the room. Before things could escalate, Sakura took your hand for reassurance. "Just focus on me, okay?" she said gently but firmly to the group. You nodded, trying to push aside old hurt feelings.

Their practice went somewhat smoothly at first, until a break where Kazuha cornered you alone. "I can't believe after everything we had, you would throw it away for her," she spat bitterly. You took a breath to remain calm. "You threw us away first when you stopped caring. I found real love with Sakura."

Kazuha scoffed. "Real love? She'll just abandon you too when it's no longer convenient." Your patience wore thin at that cheap shot. Before you knew it, words spilled out about all the loneliness and neglect you had suffered in silence. How dare she question your relationship when she gave up on you first?

Sakura must have sensed the tension, appearing to diffuse the situation. "That's enough, we should get back to practice." Kazuha shot daggers but stormed off, leaving you in tearful silence. You felt Sakura's comforting arms around you. "You did nothing wrong. I'm here, always." Renewed by her love and support, you knew in time the wounds would heal.

a/n: y/n in her homie hopper era

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mrskokushibo · 10 months

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For you only...

Kokushibo x afab!reader

UPDATE: THE FIC IS NOW OUT ON TUMBLR AND AO3!!! LINK IN MASTERLIST!!

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A/N: This ambient, dark romance story has been requested by Upper Moon 1, @koku-shibou himself (make sure to rp with him, it's fun!). Due to the recent labeling rules this story may or may not be posted to Tumblr since it will involve NSFW elements (not in the teaser, however). It will be posted to my AstraSolitaris Ao3 and I will notify you all when it's out. Est publishing date: 6th of July.

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When the word spread that the powerful Upper Moon One is searching for a new tsugoku, things became hectic at the Infinity Castle’s trial grounds, the place where all the infamous blood battles were fought between the upper ranks and where the training of new talents was most frequently conducted. The place breamed with young cocky lower ranks, strutting around like peacocks, intimidating each other with their various physical prowess.

None of them seemed to display any above-level intelligence and only one seemed to wear some form of katana. You were standing slightly to the side, watching, and being watched. You were not like any of them. They were all dwarfing you physically, but you did not feel insecure. You knew you had assets none of them possessed: intelligence, cunning and high-level swordsmanship.

‘Line up’ a harsh command sounded through the courtyard.

Very quickly all the aspirants were standing in a neat row, a few were still giggling and talking. But then as if with a cut of a sharp blade, silence fell almost instantly. An intrusive, oppressive darkness began to diffuse through the warm air, a feeling as if an invisible fire was claiming possession over every particle in its range. Was this what Hell felt like? No one was left unaffected, including the lower rank of the twelve Kizuki that was coordinating the selection event. Some were beginning to cough, showing signs of their breath not coping with whatever was invading.

A few moments later, and there he was. Upper Moon One, also called Kokushibo: the source of the hellish aura that claimed everyone’s strength. He was standing at the opening of the gate, in complete silence, commanding respect and instilling fear in even the cockiest of the young demons. A tall figure in traditional attire, with a fury of black hair and six burning red and golden eyes, a demon samurai, with a power born in the deepest forges of hell.

You have never encountered a presence this ominous. Not even Muzan-sama emanated this much malice. If you did not know any better, Kokushibo might as well be the Demon King. Slowly and majestically and without uttering a word, he made his way to the end of the row and commenced his inspection of the candidates.

You did not dare look up and so you fixated your gaze on a bunch of pebbles in front of your feet. After what felt like an eternity, you lifted your eyes only to note that he was now two demons away from you. You could hear him speak quietly in a deep and serious voice, a quick interrogation with just one short question: ‘What makes you think that you are worthy?’

And then it was your turn. You thought you knew how to answer, you prepared yourself for ages. This was all you ever dreamt of since you became a demon.

‘Master, I simply want to be the most loyal servant that you could ever have.’ You went silent, as no more words could make their way out of your constricted throat. He stood in front of you for what seemed like a bit longer than what he did with the others. It was almost as if his terrifying gaze softened for a split second. But then he nodded and moved on to continue the selection.

To be continued...

Art source: Wallpapers.com

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abbyslev · 4 months

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hi guys I WROTE THIS REALLY QUICK it’s been really hectic and like jjk’s been hitting really close to home and i just wanted to share this. sorry for any hearts broken (mine). i got my little drink next to me so prepare for more drunk angst lolzies:)))) been needing a real strong father figure in my life and it’s hard rn smfh

warnings: very very sad angst do not read if you’re fatherless bc it will send you into a spiral (me actually rn) i csnt think if anything else ok ily bye enjoy

Nanami had a quiet life. One where he went to his everyday office job, worked 9-5, went by the bakery and went home.

It was his quiet life up until Gojo left you on his front door step, leaving him with nothing but you and your backpack. Nanami was very angry, not with you of course. How could he ever be mad at a clueless kid?

“How old are you?” He sipped his coffee, peeking at you from the top of the rim.

“You can take me back to where i came from.” Was all you replied with.

So you were troubled. “I’m not going to do that. I spoke with Gojo, sounds like you were in a bad clan. Its not safe for you to go there, but i heard you don’t want to be like them.” “I don’t want to kill.” You mumbled. He felt that. He felt it so deeply, he didn’t want to see his friends dead on Shoko’s table, but that’s the reality.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. “I’m 17.” You pushed at your food. “Why don’t you try some?” Nanami softly said. Gojo warned you he was a little strict and rough around the edges, but he had been nothing but nice to you. You ate slow bites, taking a sip of water here and there. He could tell you were tense. “I’m Nanami Kento. I guess you’re gonna stay with me for a while.”

“I landed that blow!” You high fived Nanami, running around in circles.

“A little too hard, don’t ya think?” Yuuji scratched his head. “That’s why i told you to keep focused, Itadori.” Nanami shook his head. “I just won me some good dinner, Itadori.” You fixed your skirt, smile beaming. “By almost killing me?” You help him up, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “Yup! I won me some good soup tonight.”

Nanami studied you closely. After days and days of talking, he figured out what you could do. Your technique was too good to go to waste, but he didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want. So he joined back with you. He promised that as long as you were in there, he’d be by your side.

He never expected such a shy person like you to create so many friendships with everyone around you, especially Itadori. With your technique and his, you two were unstoppable. Nanami felt like a proud dad at that moment.

“Open it, open it!” You shove the box in his hands.

You wrapped the blanket around yourself tighter, smile growing by the second. It was christmas morning, and you had woken up Nanami way to early. You didn’t even sleep from the excitement. He lifted the top off the box, revealing a beach shirt. It was nice, thin fabric. A designer button up. “Thank you, this is beautiful.” He was a little confused as to why you got him a summer shirt in the middle of winter.

You slide an envelope from under your blanket. “This one too.” You grin widely. “What’s this?” Nanami’s brows furrowed. “Open it.” Your eyes are filled with excitement, glossed over. He opened the envelope in a swift move, eyes slowly reading the thick paper.

He looked up slowly, his usual bored look now gone. Replaced with joy and disbelief. “These are…tickets to Malaysia…” He broke into a smile. “Surprise!” You gave him a grin. For the first time since Nanami had met you, he pulled you into a hug. You felt his muscles grow tighter with every second, you could hear his heart beat with excitement.

“Everything’s all settled already. I got us two weeks off, hotel booked and reservations for fun things.” You whispered, patting his back. “Thank you.”

“In here!” You take Itadori’s hand, pulling him into the station.

You had lost Nanami, and you had been trying to find him. You can’t lose him, especially not in Shibuya. You two turned the corner before meeting some stairs. You could hear grunts and see blood splashing everywhere. You two ran down the steps, bumping into Itadori as he came to a halt. What you saw was just like your nightmare. Everything you wished never happened was happening and you couldn’t move.

Nanami’s body was half burned, worn out. His eyes looked tired, body beaten and bruised. His weapon was covered in blood, along with dead curses all around him. Mahito stood behind him, hand on his back.

“Nanami…” Itadori’s voice broke.

“Itadori…” Nanami turned around completely.

He gave you a half smile, meeting your eyes. You covered your mouth, Itadori’s grip around you arm becoming tighter. “You’ve got it from here.” He looked at Itadori before looking back down towards you. He felt so bad, having you see him all like this. You looked tired, sad, beaten, bruised, and scared. Never in his years has he seen you scared.

“I’ll see you in Malaysia, my sweet child.”

His body grew before exploding. One moment he was there, and now nothing but bloody body parts were flying everywhere. You stare at the empty spot, a deafening scream growing in your chest. You couldn’t get anything out, so you stood there, eyes full of tears, waiting for someone to kill you too. Waiting for someone to wake you up, someone to move you. Waiting for Nanami.

He woke you up. Every morning. He would come by your dorm if you misses morning classes. He ate breakfast with you in his office. He would rarely join you and the other students. He’d mentor you for hours and take you to get your favorite Udon noodles if you did good. Even if you didn’t, he’d still treat you. You had your childhood ripped away from you, and like he said, “It is not a sin to be a child.”

He really meant it. He meant every word he had ever said to you. He loved you like you were apart of him.

“We have to go.”

“But…Nanami…” You said as you pointed to the empty space.

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darlingshane · 7 months

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a little piece of heaven

Julian Kaye x GN!Reader

Summary: A little stroll in the park turns into a make out session with Julian.

Content/Warnings: Fluff, Making Out, Romantic, Crack, Established Relationship.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Bam Bam gets a cameo here cause this was inspired by the photoshoot I used in the banner above. And Julian looks exactly like that in this fic.

— Read below or at AO3.

It's hard to remember the last time you fell this hard for someone.

Everything before Julian is a hazed memory of a time you don't even miss or ever want to go back to. You doubt you even loved anyone as much as you love Julian Kaye. Your future is etched on every letter of his name. It's imprinted in those sweet eyes you've come to love so much. It's held in his hands as if it was made of fragile glass, with a stamp on the side that says — handle with care.

Sometimes it hits you out of the blue, how much you adore him. It feels like your heart is going to burst out of pure joy and love every time he smiles at you.

Today is one of those days. It's been a hectic week at work, and getting to have him for the weekend is what makes it all worthy.

His hand is warm and firm when it wraps against the cold of yours as you step in the same path together to go for a stroll across the park. The temperatures are milder now, the greens almost gone, and the beautiful landscape turns into soft oranges and yellows at golden hour. It's the loveliest time to be out, spending some quality time with him.

After having some food and coffee, you walk hand in hand, watching the mild breeze sweep the top of his hair that turns seemingly blonde for a moment as the sunlight hits directly on his head.

There's a light tug at your hand, and suddenly he’s guiding you to the nearest tree, framing your hips, pinning your back against the trunk of the broad tree while his tongue casts a spell on your lips. It draws the curve of your mouth, charming its way inside with practice ease. You can't resist the allure, he's truly mastered the art of enchanting you with something as simple as a lick or a nibble. It's just one of his many talents.

As your lips part on their own, you close your eyes and allow his tongue to slowly snake its way between your teeth, tempting your own to meet him in the middle. His mouth is a little piece of heaven, playing nice and tender, giving you a taste of the peach pie he had a few minutes ago along with his coffee.

Your palms smooth the delicate fabric of his green, cashmere sweater over his forearms, as his fingers slip under the hem of your top. His light feather-touch tickles your skin, and you can't help but faintly chuckle in his mouth. You squeeze his arm as a hint, cause he knows better than to brush his fingers like that on those sensitive spots, and they automatically slide to grab your ass instead.

The tender undoing of his kiss slowly intoxicates you, leaving you breathless, enticing your thirst to crave more from the endless well of desire that is his mouth. As your head spins along with the swirl of his tongue, the world momentarily disappears around you, and it’s only you and him, existing only for each other. It makes you feel safe and loved and warm altogether.

When he's had enough, he breaks from your lips, and traces the shape of your jaw with his pointer finger as his forehead leans against yours.

“What was that for?” you say under a breath, holding your hands to his sides.

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?”

Your lips curve up, “uh-uh.”

“Good.”

“Hey, do you wanna do something fun?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking that we could hit an open house in The Hills and pretend that we’re buyers.”

“That’s your idea of fun?” One of his eyebrows arches.

“No… the fun part comes when I pretend that I’m a medium and every time I enter a room I could say something very dramatic like – there’s an evil energy in this room. Someone died here… someone was murdered… — you know, to scare people away. I’ve done it before, it’s fun.”

“That’s dark. That’s not funny at all.”

“Pfft, you should see me, I put on quite the performance.”

“Maybe another time.”

“Oh, you wanna go home already?”

“Yeah, but just so I can show you something that is actually fun and that doesn’t involve dead people.”

“Hmm, what’s on your mind, Julian Kaye?” you prop your elbows on his shoulders and play with his hair.

“Well…” he starts as a dog circles around the tree, stopping at Julian’s feet to sniff his calves.

Julian turns his head to recognize the grey staffy pup, happily wagging his tail as if they knew each other.

“You know this dog?”

“Yeah, that’s Bam Bam,” Julian releases you and crouches down to pet the dog as the friendly animal sticks out his tongue to lick his face. “He lives around here. He’s a sweetheart.”

“That’s cute,” you pull out your phone from your pocket, take a couple of steps back to capture a few pictures of Julian widely smiling and baby-talking his furry friend.

When the owner beckons for his pet to come back, Julian stands up, waving at his neighbor and throwing a good boy at the dog as he dashes across the grass.

“You know, if you want us to live together, you should just say it,” Julian drapes an arm around your shoulders, resuming your walk. “We could check a few houses, but for real.”

“Where does that come from?” you link your elbow around his waist.

“I’m just saying… We don’t have to pretend to be buyers. We practically live together anyway. It'd be nice to come home to each other every day.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. We could get a dog too.”

“We should definitely get a dog.”

“But I still wanna do my bit in one of the houses.”

He scoffs, “you can do whatever you want, baby.”

“So, what were you going to tell me? What’s your idea of fun?”

Grinning, Julian places his mouth over your ear and purrs, “my idea of fun it’s to eat you all up and watch you turn into a mess, sweetheart.”

“You’re right,” you chuckle, “that’s a better idea than mine.”

#julian kaye x reader #julian kaye #american gigolo fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal #fanfiction #darlingwrites #fluff

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Mischief

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Summary - Request for “ahahaa the animagus thing has given me ideas for a good write up, Natsai shows Sebastian a certain type of polyjuice for making fun of her Animagus form and challenges him to be one for the day to see what he'd become, but he stuck like it until it wears off so with how you said he'd be Seb could just be making the most of it, but he messes with MC and eventually she finds out or something before or until he poofs back"

Word Count - 1,459

Warnings - none

A/N - I hope this is okay, it felt very hard to write about being an animal tbh

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was just barely holding his guts in after drinking a vile potion he and Natsai brewed up. He was a little bit scared about what would happen, but if anything went wrong she would at least be aware of the situation to help him.

He felt an intense pain go through him and he clutched at his head. He tried to focus on breathing, Natsai had said it would probably hurt, but he immensely regretted accepting her dare now. As he opened his eyes he definitely noticed his line of sight was no longer the windows in the room. He seemed to be eye level with the legs of the desk in the abdandoned classroom.

Merlin, he thought. He felt weird. He started to realize he was much smaller and on four legs. He attempted to get a look at himself and just some cream colored fur. When he tried to use his vocal cords he scared himself when a gentle bark came out.

He was completely unsure of what to do with himself now. Truthfully he hadn't talked through details with Natsai at all. He took the potion she created for him, assuming it wouldn't last longer than a day, but now he didn't know what to do with it.

He made his way out of the room, taking in the sensation of the paws he now had on the stone floor. She had waited for him outside the room to keep watch and make sure he didn't get trapped in there with no way out.

"Oh my god, you really drank it."

Sebastian looked at her helplessly, unable to convey any of the emotions he felt when she said that.

She crouched down and pet him on the head which he couldn't deny felt nice.

"Off you go little pup. I'll be seeing you later."

He barked at her when she walked away and she couldn't contain her laughter, but just kept walking, leaving him to his own devices. He really had no idea what to do now especially in this huge castle at a view he'd never seen it before.

He decided to walk around and explore, deciding that maybe there were some places he could get into that he hadn't previously.

You were having a rather hectic day and were definitely ready to get back to the common room and relax. You weren't expecting to round the corner to somebody's dog eating a stolen treacle tart. Dogs just weren't a pet anyone had at school, they weren't self-sufficient enough and what you were witnessing was a prime example.

"What..."

You approached the animal carefully just for it to grab it's treat and jump back in surprise, looking up at you. The dog was medium-sized, but quite fluffy. It looked so scared that you felt bad for it.

You put your hands under its belly and scooped it up. It was awkward to carry, but you didn't want to leave it there. You kept going on your way to the common room, not carefully avoiding other students and strategically placing your robes over the dog.

Once you made it in you sighed in relief as you put the dog on the floor.

"What in the world am I going to do with you?" You decided you would ask around about it, but for now it seemed content to finish scarfing down it's tart.

It took a seat on the floor, staring up at you and you reluctantly patted the sofa beside yourself. You really weren't a dog person and this wasn't exactly how you saw your day going. When the dog jumped up and nuzzled at your hand you couldn't resist pulling it against you to cuddle.

It wasn't as abhorrent as some other dogs you had been around. You adjusted yourself to press your face against the fluff and were really confused. It almost smelled like Sebastian. You didn't want to admit that you enjoyed being around him enough that you were used to his scent and actually felt comforted by it, but it was the truth.

You sighed and closed your eyes, doing your best to let go of the ink you spilled all over your homework or the cloak you ruined. You just sank into the animals fur and drifted into a peaceful nap in the common room.

Sebastian was on cloud nine. He didn't mind being a dog very much especially if he was going to be your dog. The sensations were nothing like if he were a human right now, but your hands, hair, and face on him were warm and perfect. It wasn't long before he relaxed with you and fell into a sleep himself. It seemed like a decent enough way to spend the time that he had no clue what to do with.

Sebastian woke up completely disoriented upon remembering he was currently a dog. And now he was being carried in your arms, up the stairs of the common room. He had no idea how long you were both out on the couch, but he did begin to feel strange as you were clearly taking him to your room.

It seemed to be early enough in the day that nobody else was present. You gave him a scratch on the belly before placing him on the ground. You opened up your night stand to pull out some snack crackers you had to give to him while you tried to figure out what to do in the meantime.

He ate them greedily suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He must have been this way for hours now, was it really going to last 24 hours? What if you tried to feed him real dog food? He whined at the thought and it made you look down at him.

"I'm sorry buddy, that's what I have for now. I'll figure something else out and take you back to where you belong."

You yawned and stretched, hanging your cloak on one of your bed posts. As he finished his small meal he gazed up at you and all sorts of thoughts rushed through his head. You were in your thin camisole, somehow having shed the layers of your vest and blouse in record time.

He barked at you, not knowing what else to do to try and get your attention. He was torn between wanting you to stop, but also wanting to continue watching you. It wasn't like he could tell you what he wanted either way.

You picked him up once more, smiling at him and holding him in front of you. He felt as if he would fall and braced his paws on your chest, the squishy flesh of your chest just underneath of him now.

"Don't worry, if I can't figure out where you go I'll take you under my wing for a little bit and we can have some more naps."

You had no time to process what was going on as you blinked and suddenly were not holding a dog anymore. All of a sudden Sebastian was in front of you red faced and with his hands right on your chest. Your eyes went wide and you felt mortified.

"Sebastian?!" You shoved him back and covered your face in embarrassment. You tried to find words to say, but you had way too many questions and you were tempted to kick him right in the trousers.

"Uhm...er....I can explain?" His voice cracked at the end of his statement and you just took a seat at the edge of your bed.

"Yes, please. Why are you standing there in place of the dog I just had?"

He tried to focus, but his eyes wandered down to your chest and you groaned, crossing your arms harshly.

He cleared his throat, "Right. Natty and I got into it about being an Animagus. And she said I wouldn't last a whole day as one and I—"

You put your hand out and shook your head, "I've heard enough. What am I supposed to do with you in here? You are not supposed to even be up here."

He eyed you cautiously before wiggling his eyebrows towards you and lowering his voice, "Well I can think of a few —"

"Nope! No." You were already humiliated and you couldn't take anymore.

"Do you have your wand?"

He felt around in a sudden panic before pulling it from a pocket in his robe and held it up to you triumphantly.

You stood up and pushed on his shoulder.

"Then get out!"

"No, but wait, I—"

You continued to push him until he was out of the door and you slammed it in his face despite his protests.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebsatian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc

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hiii i love ur writing sm! i saw u had a drabble event and the bookstore and soulmate au caught my attention!🥹 i was wondering if u could write abt those two aus w lele or jaem 🥹…preferably lele since there’s a shortage of fics of him :<

a little comfort and hot cocoa

pairing | chenle x reader

genre | soulmate and bookstore au, lele calls you dummy (affectionately !!), no pronouns are explicitly used in this, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i feel like this is one of the drabbles im really happy with (mainly because its lele and i absolutely adore my little gummy bear) thank u anon for the req and finally giving me the motivation to write about him !! i apologize for it being very overdue though, pls ACCEPT THIS AS MY OFFERING

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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a familiar jingle passes your ears as you push open the fogged-up glass door leading up to your neighborhood’s local bookstore – the scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. rows of slightly tattered bookshelves come into view, one that has you unknowingly smiling to yourself.

you’d often drop by when life was getting a little too hectic, finding solace in the comfort of the quaint bookstore. there, you’d be greeted by the warmest of smiles presented by the elderly couple who worked in the store as bookkeepers and knew you almost as if they were close relatives. there weren’t much customers during the day, so they let you stay as long as you pleased, even setting aside a cup of hot cocoa for you when the days got a little chilly.

the welcoming atmosphere almost allows you to completely forget the reason for your visit, only recalling you had just rushed out of an exam, already knowing in your heart that despite the countless hours you spent tirelessly studying your notes, you could have never prepared yourself for the items on the test.

whatever. that wasn’t the point right now.

you needed to stop thinking about it for a moment, just until the point came when you didn’t feel like bursting into tears at the mere mention of the topic. you come up to the counter with steadfast movements, yet you didn’t expect that someone else entirely was manning the register at this hour – then again you usually dropped by in the evening when it was just an hour into the afternoon at the moment.

“uh, you’ve been staring. are you alright?” the new staff member asks, a look of slight concern washing over his face at your blanked-out state. your line of sight eventually focuses on him, noting how he resembles a little pouty kitten, which only makes you want to ruffle his hair and even pinch his cheeks. yet, you soon realize his hand had been waving in front of you the entire time, silently calling your attention, and you snap out of your trance, wondering what got into you.

you weren’t one to space out in the first place. that was… well… a little odd.

“y-yeah, sorry. it’s just that i’m used to the elderly couple that usually takes the shifts in the evening.” you state, trying to downplay your frazzled expression by sparking up small talk.

his head tilts a little to the side, a purse on his lips remains for a moment before he decides to speak, “oh, you mean my grandparents?”

“they’re your grandparents…?” you sputter without much thinking, repeating the same information you were just told.

“that’s what i just said, dummy.” a chuckle emits out of the boy, and your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. though it’s only been a couple of minutes since you’ve met him, and he’s already begun poking fun at you, his presence is something you’re immediately fond of. you’re comforted by it, reminding you of the cozy ambience that radiates off the bookstore itself.

there was no doubt he wasn’t related to the lovely elderly couple you often greeted during your visits because he was just as lovely.

“can’t someone make an honest mistake around here?” you huff softly, crossing your arms together as if you were offended by his words.

“i never said that!” he quickly responds, “i was just correcting you.” a teasing smile makes its way up his lips, eyes crinkling to make it seem as if he had whiskers – a kitten, you point out in your mind. “what’s your name anyways? by the way you talk, you seem like a regular around here.”

“i am, somewhat?” you answer back with the shrug of your shoulders, “i come here when i… feel like it.”

“well, if you need company… you can always look for me.” it was like he read your mind from your hesitance to answer his question alone. did that mean he wanted to spend time with you? surely no one would say something like that if they didn’t want to see you again, right? your heart starts going into overdrive at the thought, unable to understand the foreign, yet fluttery feeling in your stomach.

your gaze turns away from him in hopes of calming your poor heart, “i don’t even know your name.”

“chenle. zhong chenle.” even his stride remains confident, eyes still on you even though you’ve turned away from him. “that gives you no excuse to not come find me now, does it?”

“i suppose so… i’m y/n by the way.” you mumble out hesitantly, fumbling with your fingers, and he chuckles at the meekness you’re displaying in front of him. how endearing, he thinks.

“good. make sure you do that then.” chenle walks out of the counter, making his way towards you in light steps, and before you know it, he’s giving a gentle pat to your head. “i hear you like hot cocoa? i’ll prepare you a cup.” he bids before scurrying off to the back of the store, leaving you like a deer caught in headlights.

how did he know you enjoyed hot cocoa here? how much did he know? had he known who you were since the beginning?

albeit you’re now slightly embarrassed at the revelation, and yet the questions that pop up just as quickly as a system error in your laptop tingle your curiosity. maybe, just maybe, you have a new reason for coming back to frequent the local bookstore.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #zhong chenle fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

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