#nobu x reader

[anime-fan-05]

May I please request headcanons for BLAST reacting to their female S/O who’s a legendary singer performing with another singer, dancing with them and showing great chemistry?

Nana ~With a legendary singer reader who's very connected with her singing partner~

Manga/anime: Nana

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Before starting the headcanon, I just wanted to say thanks to an anonymous person who complimented my Hunter x Hunter post. Thank you very much!

T. Nobuo (Nobu)

He's so proud of you!

He absolutely wants to do duets with you, and he would like you to sing the music he wrote for you (yes, he wrote you about ten songs, but he's ashamed to give them to you)

However, he feels really sad when he sees the connection you've with your partner, but not because of you: he's sad because he feels like you two are missing that special connection

Because this reason he decides to talk to you about it ("(Y/N), are you happy with me? Do you feel as connected to me as you do to him?")

Eventually, after you console him, you two will do a duet together and your audience will go totally crazy; all his doubts will be dispelled

O. Shin'ichi (Shin)

He's still a kid: he's still very possessive and he gets jealous easily

Naturally, he's very proud of you, but he gets really jealous seeing your connection with your partner

In fact, at the end of your concert, he'll run into your dressing room ignoring your bodyguards, who'll be trying to stop him from invading your privacy by entering that, and kiss you passionately in front of your partner

"What are you doing, Shin?" "She's mine!"

In the end, he's just so insecure, and he wants your reassurance ("You love me too, don't you? We have that connection too, don't we?")

T. Yasushi (Yasu)

He's the calmest of the band when a situation like this arises

Although he feels a jealous (he really wants to run to the stage where you're performing with your partner and to push you away from him), he quickly puts aside his thoughts about that and, after you finish your performance, he'll compliment you

"You were really good, my dear. I'm proud of you."

However, he'll attempt to establish an even deeper connection than you two already have

His dream will become to do a duet with you and to have the same connection you and your singing partner have

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[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Nobunaga her Archer and Avenger versions from FGO with an S/O who was her master in a previous grail war who she meets again at Chaldea and he's become a rare modern day heroic spirit and a strong one at that.

I had a blast writing this, not to mention it helped to scratch the itch I had for the best war criminal.

NOW THEN! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

“Heh, looks like you still have a bad habit of not expecting things to get in close to you. Then again… you are an archer, so I guess it can’t be helped.” a familiar voice muttered behind Nobu.

“It couldn’t be…” Nobu thought to herself in shock.

Then, the cuts ignited, engulfing the corrupted servant in a pillar of blood red flames.

“So… you became a heroic spirit didn’t you?” Nobu asked without even turning to face you, her fists clenched tight.

“Of course, after all, we both left quite a few things left unsaid to one another the last time we were together didn’t we?” You responded quietly, the same sword at Nobu’s side in your own hand.

“You know that's not what I meant.” Nobu muttered through gritted teeth.

“I know, but the how can be saved for later.” You told the archer servant quietly as you returned your blade to its sheath.

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The atmosphere was tense as the group returned to Chaldea with Nobu glaring daggers at the newly summoned saber servant who held the same sword as her in their hands.

In an effort to break the ice, Guda decided to ask a question.

“Soooo… Saber, mind introducing yourself to the class?”

“Apologies Master, but only one person will ever get to know my true name, and she is rather greedy with it.” You responded as you walked beside the woman glaring daggers at you.

“Really? Mind if I ask who?” Mash innocently requested.

“I don’t think that's my place to say, but you probably know her, she has a wonderful larger than life personality that can get her into quite a bit of trouble which she’ll easily brush off, not to mention, she is quite attractive, and looks quite fetching in her uniform.” You responded cheerily, leaving a certain archer flabbergasted and, if one looked closely, blushing ever so slightly.

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After that, You and Nobu were inseparable and yet… no one knew why.

Nobu sitting directly next to you during lunch, as she drank tea, or addressed her retainers.

You sat directly next to her… any time she was sitting down.

It got to the point that, in lieu of your true name, you had been designated as “The Saber Of The Demon King”.

And it was a name Nobu had taken quite a liking to.

She was a rather possessive person after all.

And you being known by that name? It made her all giddy inside.

Now, if only they knew just who you were to her, that would make your name even better for her.

Still, she was going to wait to drop that bombshell, after all, she doubted that it would be good to give so many people a heart attack from shock.

Not to mention, she still had to figure out just what you were to her as well.

Master, comrade, partner, companion, and even… lover.

These were all words she could use to describe you and yet… none of them truly fit what the two of you were, falling short by the distance of entire planets.

Oh well, the both of you had plenty of time to figure out just what the two of you were to one another.

After all, she was Oda Nobunaga, Demon King Of The Sixth Heaven, it can’t be helped that things tended to get a bit complicated when she was involved!

The flames of Honnoji engulfed her enemies in pillars of flames, burning them to less than ash in an instant.

Yet, she was not the one who burned them.

That honor belonged to her counterpart, a recently summoned Ruler who could always be found standing at the Demon King's side like a loyal blade.

No one knew exactly where this servant came from, there was no record of them in the stores of Chaldea and the Ruler refused to share their name, saying that a rather fiery conqueror had already taken sole ownership of it with a look of affection on their face that had caused a certain Avenger to chuckle with a similar look on her own.

There were theories of course, most of them centering around the two of you.

Some were reasonable like you being an existence similar to that of Nobukatsu except you were the flames of her noble phantasm made manifest.

Others were… not as reasonable, like the one that claimed you and her were Master and Servant from a grail war or something else that would require a summoning or that would allow an Avenger to properly incarnate in the real world even if only through sheer luck.

Alas… neither of you would ever give a straight answer, merely deflecting every question asked.

Nonetheless, if anyone was ever looking for one of you, they simply had to find the other part of the duo and low and behold that is where the person they were looking for would be.

Simply put, the two of you were inseparable.

And something told everyone in Chaldea both of you would have it no other way.

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 3: toys with xiao from genshin impact

warnings: usage of toys, dacryphillia, sensitive xiao, overstimulation, praise and degrading, multiple orgasm

notes: aiyaaaaa someone send me horni ideas to turn into my kinktober ones or ones that i could brainrot and eventually turn into a fic one

xiao has always put his duties as a yaksha beforehand everything else. even his own needs and desires that rarely tend to show in the form of a small, barely noticeable bulge forming in his pants.

however, that problem had became more frequent lately and it’s all because of you, his one hell of a tease lover.

xiao had never thought of himself to ever be able to become turned on or horny as you put it. or even count himself as one to frequently palm his hardened cock through his pants where a small wet patch was growing slowly but steadily as he remembers how you fucked him so good the night before. or just recalling the words you muttered to him were enough to make his small cock stand up again as if begging for you.

the yaksha had also never thought of himself as the person to fall in love with an absolute pervert.

“darling~ guess what i bought today from that store?!”

ah yes. speak of the devil and they shall appear. never would have xiao thought of calling his lover the devil yet here you were, proudly holding up a bag of another sexual toys you’ve wanted to try on your inexperienced lover. you weren’t that much experienced either but you just loved to see the cruel and calculated yaksha turn into a common brothel whore.

two bullet vibrators taped to his hardened nipples, already on and turned to the lowest degree and yet he can already feel his chest feeling heavy as if about to lactate. xiao never tried such sexual activities before, he’s not used to such feelings or desires!

clenching his teeth again, xiao comes over the wand vibrator held over the drooling slit of his cock again for the nth time that night. gods, he felt so overstimulated. there were tears running down his cheeks, legs struggling to stay open the more you coo soft words of comfort and degrading nicknames as your hand twirls the vibrator around his cockhead, stimulating him more and more.

“guuhnn—! [na-name]!! slow—! unngya♡︎! slower!” the little yaksha in your hold arms squeals loudly like a girl, voice coming out all high-pitched and embarrassed. he said he wants the vibrator’s setting to be on the lower, but any lower and it would just turn off. and when you do comply to his wishes and turn it off, the immortal would keen loudly and buck his hips in your grasp with a fussy whine.

how unpredictable and… you would daresay, annoying.

“xiao-xiao… you need to be a good slut for me and keep it together! you can take a few more rounds. you’ve done it before” he can briefly hear your words in his mush of a brain. struggling to comprehend your words but when he does, he ends up cumming all over the vibrator again with a loud shrill moan.

“o-oohmp! okay!! okay♡︎ okayhhh—! i’ll… i’ll be a good slu-ungh! ungh! gcckk♡︎♡︎!!” nodding eagerly with a dumb slurred speech, xiao agrees to keep up with your sexual torture for longer.

he can do it. xiao can be your good slut. yours and no one else’s. he’s done it before, he had taken your many hours of vibrator torture before, he can do it now too!

by now, the yaksha had forgotten about everything except the feeling of the vibrators buzzing away on his sensitive places. duties of cleansing the land, hunting down remnants of old gods, his usually stoic nature. all of it were thrown out the window the moment the two small vibrators were taped to his chest, buzzing away and stimulating him.

poor xiao, unable to think. just moaning and squealing in delight as he comes over and over again. so many times to the point that now he was starting to shoot blanks on your hand.

such a sweet thing. not knowing that your little perverted games are only beginning.

[shinemoonday]

[pillow-anime-talk]

music & vocaloids month ; eighth day.

synopsis: Nobu fell in love with an angel who surprised him every day.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; slice of life; romance; fluff; soft!nobu; playing guitar together; kiss; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. nobuo terashima {nana}

autor’s note: i miss him :( my boy deserves the best.

You and Nobuo were lying in bed that evening, talking about the future and your dreams; you have been in a relationship for over a year and have been slowly thinking about living together. Of course, somewhere close to the studio, so that your boyfriend can easily meet his friends at band rehearsals, but also in a place where you are close to your work in the cafe. Your relationship was full of joy and intimacy, you loved spending time with each other, going on dates, and developing your passions together. Even if you didn’t know much about music, you loved listening to your boyfriend, and even if he didn’t understand your hobbies, he also wanted to participate in them, even buying you small gifts or going with you wherever you asked.

This weekend you decided to spend together in your flat; you decided to cook something good and wanted to encourage your partner to watch ‘Pokémon’. Nobuo always carried a guitar and a notebook to write down notes or lyrics, so when you were making food in the kitchen, he would play calm melodies on the chair next to you, tuning the instrument.

“Do you want it spicier or not?” You asked while frying noodles with vegetables, and the fair-haired man looked up at you.

“You can add a bit of chili, but not too much.” He smiled, continuing to tune his guitar, and you nodded.

While adding more ingredients to the dish, various thoughts and uncertainties swirled in your head all the time. The twenty-year-old seemed to be calm and watched you and his beloved instrument carefully all the time, but you were still thinking. Even as you put your tasty dinner on the deep plates, you bit your lip and jumped from foot to foot, not knowing what to do.

“...Will you teach me to play your guitar, Nobu?” You asked suddenly what made the instrument go silent. The brown-eyed man looked at you with great surprise, but after a few seconds a huge smile appeared on his pale face and a sincere sparkle in his eyes.

“On... my guitar?” He repeated in surprise, and you nodded slowly, feeling unimaginably embarrassed.

You never dreamed of playing an instrument, but the passion your boyfriend put into the game was amazing. So you wanted to know why he loved the guitar and music so much.

“Yes... If that’s not a problem. I just thought about this question for a long time and asked it out of curiosity... You don’t have to do it if it’s too much for you, baby!” You said a little more stressed this time, but the man immediately got up from the high, black chair and then walked over to you. A quick kiss on the lips made you blush.

“Of course I will teach you!” He spoke a little louder, excited by the situation. Literally half a second later, he grabbed your warm hand and pulled you into the bedroom, making you both completely forget about the warm meal you had prepared; about noodles with vegetables and tofu.

For the next few hours, without the slightest hunger but full of love, you talked about playing the guitar, about your general desire to learn the instrument. You talked about Nobuo’s passion for music, about the Black Stones, about everything and nothing. In the next two hours you learned the basics; about a few finger positions that did not cause you any difficulties at the moment.

Your boyfriend was delighted, and seeing your smile and curiosity in your eyes, he knew that he couldn’t find a better partner. Every day you surprised him with something new, something unusual. Nobuo really thought you were an angel sent to him after all the heartbreak and pain he had before he met you.

previous day ; momotaro onzai from moons ♡ next day ; gaku youtome from trigger

[rierice8]

I think I’ve read just about every single gn and male reader smut on this app…who wants to recommend me ao3 fics with genshin and hsr characters 🫶🫶🫶

[peacewithlove]

Nana x Nana

Photo credit to original owners.

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[randonauticrap]

Flowers for Your Love (IkeSen Gift Exchange)

Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x MC/Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, heartbreak

Notes: I am so thankful to have been a part of this lovely gift exchange! I was given the opportunity to write for the lovely Riza ( @dreamscapesin1582 )! I know you like angst and hurt/comfort, so I wrote the most heart-wrenching concept I could come up with, with a little comfort at the end. I changed the idea for this fic about a hundred times, but I finally felt like this one was the one. I so so hope you like it!!!

Bryn ( @ikemenlibrary ) & Sunny ( @sunnyikemen ), you all were amazing hosts and I loved getting to know you through the discord! I'm glad to have you all as some of my lovely moots now. <3

You sewed in silence, gazing up at the stars in the blackened sky every now and again, thoughts of him swirling in your head. You knew you only had 3 months here, in this time and place that was so very far away from home. It was odd, how the absence of unfamiliarity had become so… comforting. It was almost as though you had yearned for this place, before even knowing it was possible to get here; or perhaps it was yearning for him, the man that consumed your every waking thought. You would not be too startled to learn that your heart was aware of him long before you were. Perhaps he was even the reason that you, of all people, were dragged backwards in time to crash down in front of Honno-ji on that fateful night; to save him; to meet him; to love him.

Love was a thorn to you, a fated disaster. But your rose-tinted heart accepted the thorn without so much as a backward glance as Nobunaga Oda looked down at you with a glimmer in his eyes and the most beautiful smirk that you had ever seen playing across his pink lips. His “lucky charm” he called you. Little did he know how delicately twisted the flower that bloomed in your chest had become since that moniker had graced you. You longed for him; to touch him, kiss him, to have him hold you in his strong arms. 

You longed alone.

Sighing, you let your sewing needle tumble to the floor beneath your bent legs and leaned against the stone wall next to you, your heart heavy. That woman was probably with him now, you thought, thinking back to the gorgeous woman who had arrived with several of the men from the nearby town. They had come to Azuchi to appeal to Nobunaga about trading linens for farming supplies, which the town was desperately in need of. She had entered behind the three men, keeping her head low as was respectful, but you saw the twinkle in her eye appear once she laid eyes on him; your warlord. A stinging pain struck the back of your throat as the thought hit. No, he was not yours. That much was evident, what with the way he smiled at her and entertained her fancy. You wished he would smile at you that way, and let his eyes dance for you, the way yours danced for him.

Proof of your love sprouted from your lips and you sobbed, coughing the delicate colors onto the ground. How could something so beautiful have become so carnivorous? It devoured you from the inside out, taking with it all of your joy and vibrance, leaving you pale and weak. 

“MC?” a soft voice echoed through the night and you turned abruptly, meeting Hideyoshi’s caramel colored eyes, laced with concern, emerging from the dark.   

“Hideyoshi,” you tried to steady your breath, the barbs inside you scratching against the gauzy and torn sides of your lungs.

“Why are you out so late?” he asked, walking over to sit down beside you. 

“I just wanted to finish up this kimono.” you lied, brushing the fabric in your lap down hurriedly.

“What happened to these flowers?” Hideyoshi gestured to the petals on the ground, then looked around as if searching for something. “I don’t see the stems anywhere. You really took them apart, huh?” he chuckled. “Who dared to bring you flowers you didn’t like, MC?” Hideyoshi was smiling obliviously until he turned to face you and saw your tears shimmering like glitter in the moonlight. His grin faded into a grim understanding as the coughing began. “No, MC… no. Not that. Anything but that.” You nodded through your wheezing and his arms engulfed you comfortingly, pulling you close to his warm chest. “Who?” he asked flatly, stroking your hair as you struggled to breathe, finally ejecting the petals onto the ground to join the others.

“N- No” you struggled with your words, your voice hoarse and raspy.

“Nobunaga?” Hideyoshi guessed your intentions and you nodded, quietly sinking into the warlord's arms. The pain lasted for ages after an attack, and you knew the sharp edges of the thorns that grew inside you had lacerated tissue in their attempts at escaping out your mouth. You were being eaten; destroyed, and your only option now was death. When the first stipule had appeared, death seemed so far away and so frightening to you. But after weeks of hurling color from your bosom and feeling the scrape of unrequited love burning inside of you, death was ever present, and oh, so welcoming. You laid in Hideyoshi’s arms, waiting for it to take you, for some kind of respite. But it didn’t come; it never came, and you cursed the gods above for leaving you to suffer this way. 

“Come on, let me take you to bed.” Hideyoshi whispered somberly, cradling you in his arms delicately as he picked your mutilated form from off the ground and lifted you into the air with ease. You hadn’t the heart to respond, nor the energy to nod. So you simply went limp and allowed him to maneuver you where he would. 

A deep, resounding voice shook you to life and you rolled your head away from Hideyoshi’s chest to confirm your vibrating hope. “Hideyoshi, what are you doing with MC?” 

“It is as Mitsuhide predicted, Lord Nobunaga.” Hideyoshi answered. You couldn’t bother to care what they were discussing; your eyes were locked onto Nobunaga’s face, weathered and tired, and full of worry. He wasn’t with her. The vines inside you coiled tighter around your sensitive organs, almost as though they were anticipating the fall, but you paid them no mind. If you died by them tonight, at least you would see his eyes trained upon you once more before you made your peace. 

“Give her to me, I will care for her.” was his gentle reply, and you were transferred from one set of arms to another. The moment his skin touched yours, your eyes fell closed, an obscene amount of relief flooding your weary body. The vines put away their thorns and allowed you to rest for the first time in weeks. “Nobunaga,” you whispered weakly, and you could have sworn you felt a pillowy kiss being pressed to your temple before your mind faded into the bliss of sleep. 

You hummed, squinting at the golden sunlight against your eyelids; your eyes not yet ready to reopen to the world. It was warm where you lay, comfortable in a way you could never remember knowing before. You snuggled closer to that warmth and smiled, a cloud-like euphoria settling over you. “It seems you needed that rest.” a low, velvety rumble of a voice reached your ears and your eyes, previously heavy, snapped open to reveal Nobunaga laying in front of you, his deep carnelian eyes gazing into your own, an affectionate smile on his lips. His kimono had lazily fallen to the side, revealing the pale skin of his chest to you, and his fingers trailed up and down your side at a leisurely pace. 

“I’m… dreaming.” you croaked, your voice fighting to leave your throat.

“No, my darling. You are not.” Nobunaga replied, a hint of regret in his eyes as he reached up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “Had I known sooner, you never would have suffered.”

“Known…” you spluttered, trying to come to an understanding.

“Hanahaki,” he said softly. “It never would have plagued you had I been more forward, more blatant.”

“I, I don’t understand, Nobunaga.” you whispered. “What are you saying?” 

“I am saying that you do not love alone, my darling.” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. “And if I had told you such to begin with, that horrible disease would have never touched your beautiful body.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him with widened eyes. “You- love… that’s what you meant last night.” a flash of memory from the night before filled your mind’s eye. 

“Mitsuhide suggested it. He saw your pallor skin and sunken eyes.” Nobunaga confirmed. “I do not know how he is familiar with it, but he recognized it almost immediately. Hideyoshi proved it such last night after seeing you in-” he shuddered visibly. “such a state.” 

“Nobunaga,” you cupped his cheek and propped yourself up on your elbow. “Say it. I need to hear you say it. Please.” You felt them, coming to life inside of you, the thorns pressing against the walls of your stomach, the petals beginning to tickle the back of your throat, a gag nearing. They felt it; they felt how close they were to dying. 

“My darling,” Nobunaga neared you, his nose brushing against yours. “I love you.” he hummed against your lips, finally taking them as his own. The flowers within you burst apart, shedding into hundreds of pieces as joy overwhelmed them. You smiled against your warlord’s lips. 

You are free. He is yours. You are his.

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[anime-fan-05]

im in love with your account 😭🫶🏻 can i ask nana's boys when they are in love/have a crush but you're not dating yet? :3

Nana ~With their crush~

Manga/anime: Nana

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

T. Nobuo (Nobu)

He's definitely the one who shows his crush on you the most

Indeed, every time he's in your company, he blushes a lot and tries to make you notice him, although he often ends up making a fool of himself

Plus, he always goes out of his way to make you smile, even if it means getting hurt or humiliated

For example, one day you were sad due to a harsh insult on your social profile; he started making jokes, but, after seeing you weren't feeling better, he softened his tone and sweetly listed everything he loved about you

In short, it's truly clear he's totally in love with you; the point is he doesn't realize it and, when he confesses to you, he'll be amazed you already knew his feelings!

O. Shin'ichi (Shin)

It's more likely others will notice before you he has a crush on you

In fact, he doesn't openly demonstrate he has feelings for you: he apparently doesn't talk to you and treat you differently from everyone else, he doesn't give you more time than he gives to his band members, he doesn't give you gifts except for your birthday...

In short, his feelings are almost unrecognizable to you

However, to outside eyes it's more than obvious what he feels

Indeed, his eyes soften as he looks at you, he's always ready to catch you if you should fall and he makes very small gestures for you which pass off as friendship gestures, such as serving you the dish first during lunch or dinner or, when he cooks (at BLAST's retreats or at dinners or lunches with friends), avoiding everything you don't like

T. Yasushi (Yasu)

Like Shin, it's very likely you don't notice his crush on you

He also doesn't behave differently towards you than towards others, but his signals, although still imperceptible, are less notables than those of Shin

For example, if you need help, even if this happens in the middle of the night, he'll rush to you, masking his apprehension thanks to his responsible nature

Another gesture, which he's capable of disguising, is taking care of you when you're sick

One day, in fact, he stayed with you all day, since you had a fever, and he refused to leave your house until you were better ("Yasu, what about your work?" "Don't worry about that, just think about getting well.")

H. Ren

Do you know the typical story of the popular boy who, in love with a girl, courts her by making fun of her so much she thinks he hates her, but in the end he proves to be the sweetest person in the world with her?

Well, that's how Ren is

He's truly a mystery to you: he's a mix between a tease and a very sweet boy

For example, one day he had teased you quite cruelly, almost making you burst into tears; the next day, having noticed how you avoided him like the plague, he came to you and consoled you sweetly

In the end, he's just a shy and insecure guy trying in his own way to get you to notice him

I. Takumi

You'll never know what he feels: he behaves with you totally as he does with everyone he knows

No one was, is and will be able to notice his feelings in any way, least of all you

However, there's only one event, since he's had a crush on you, where he demonstrated those: one evening, while you were at a dinner with Trapnest, a boy had tried to flirt with you; Takumi had gotten so jealous he almost fought with him, if it hadn't been for you, who hugged him tightly, begging him to stop

By the way, when you remind him of that event, he ignores you and walks away (so you can't see his red face for showing you his feelings)

It'll truly be a wonderful surprise for you when he confesses to you!

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[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 10: creampie with jing yuan from hsr

warnings: creampie, overstimulation, strap/cock traditions, praise, subspace, exhibitionism

notes: weird i’m starting to feel burnt out already

boring mundane talks, the usual annoying persistent people talking about the usual annoying politics and other boring topics. fancy robe and clothes wearing individuals with big names and seemingly important titles and position of power. yet they act like children on playground. shouting at each other, pointing fingers, name calling — no one really paid much mind during meetings like this between the seven arbiter generals.

and jing yuan was glad that no one does. who knows what they would say when they see his reddened cheeks, the constant movements of his thighs rubbing together to try and alleviate the pent up feeling of his leaking cock straining against his pants painfully. and the butt plug snug inside him, keeping your cum inside. preventing it from slipping out.

he couldn’t pay any mind to the meeting at hand. thighs rubbing together, lips pursed as he tries to muffle his needy whines. shit, you weren’t even in the room and he was acting like a damn cat in heat.

finally the meeting ends, making the general let out a sigh of relief and a groan of disappointment as he lays his forehead down on the table. shit, where were you? he was painfully hard, cock leaking against the insides of his pants and you weren’t even here to help him out.

it wouldn’t hurt, right? to help himself out for once. it wouldn’t hurt, right?

loosening his belt before taking it off, jing yuan slips a hand onto his pants, fingertips coming in contact with the but plug. muffling the whines threatening to spill out with his other hand over his mouth, he grinds himself down, trying to gain a bit of friction and to fuck your cum deeper into him.

aeons, where were you? he was getting so desperate and your seeds that you fucked deep inside him so hard and earnestly since last night was threatening to spill out. he needed you.

needed you right here beside him, whispering how filthy he was for enjoying something like this despite having a reputation to keep. needed your fingers slipping inside his cutely stretched hole, hitting that one spot that makes him cry and trash around. needed you to plug him up again with your big cock, fucking the cum deeper into his stomach where it had a small noticeable bulge that he covered with his clothes.

too caught up in his own fantasies and attempts at trying to keep himself quiet, jing yuan failed to notice that you had walked into his office. the door locking with a click! as you make your way to him. once beside him, you guide his hand off of the butt plug, instead bending him over on his desk. that seemed to snap him out of his thoughts.

“b-beloved! please… hurry. hurry! need you inside me… again. h-hurryyyy…!” the general whines deliriously, a hand going back and tugging on the fabric of your pants with urgency and shaking hands.

cooing soft words of reassurances, you eventually slip out your strap/cock. taking the butt plug out of his stretched hole, your hands spread his cheeks apart, watching with a chuckle as he complains of feeling so empty. a single glob of translucent colored fluid slips out, dribbling down to his balls. that was the sign you got to push your strap deep inside him in one go.

“h-hurry! hurry hurryhurryhu—UNGH♡︎!! gyaanm so good... so fucking full...♥︎” the white haired man squeals, glad that he could finally feel you inside him again. a shaky hand goes down to rest over his stomach, where the bulge was more evident now.

with a sly smile, delirious giggle and flushed cheeks with heart shaped pupils, jing yuan bucks himself back onto your cock.

“fill me up properly again, okay beloved?”

[sunrizef1]

What happens in Vegas

Pt 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader, Max Verstappen x ex!reader A/N: tumblr was determined to mess me up while making this so if it’s wonky pleas tell me 🙏 Warnings: Cheating (not by reader)

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Aphrodisiac

Witch!Shinobu x AFAB!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, sexual content, unprotected sex, mistress/slut dynamic, dom!Shinobu, sub!reader, cunnilingus (Shinobu receiving), scissoring, squirting, cum-eating(?), spanking as punishment, aphrodisiac, thigh riding, hair pulling, degradation (reader-receiving), lighthearted Sanemi slander, lmk if I missed anything!!

Summary: Your girlfriend usually spends all day cooped up in your shared cabin brewing potions and studying spells, and, of course, placing the occasional hex on someone she doesn’t particularly like. One day, when you return to your home deep in the woods, you find that she has come up with a rather…interesting potion recipe, and wishes for both of you to try it out together.

Word Count: ~2.6k

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The woven basket you carried was slowly getting heavier as you trudged along the hidden trail that led you deeper into the woods, the soft crunch of the leaves a delightful sound which rang again and again with each step you took. Above, there was the loud staccato of a woodpecker looking for its next meal, and ravens soared overhead as they returned to their nest before sundown.

The red and orange foliage was mesmerizing, something you always looked forward to in the autumnal months of the year. It also signaled the beginnings of cooler weather, after the dreadful heat that summer brought upon the land. You hummed to yourself, singing melodic tunes that you’d heard since you were young – lullabies which would silence the cries of any newborn child. 

As you continued your way into the forest, you stopped to collect herbs and vegetation you found on the trail – finding mushrooms and gourds growing wild near trees, as well as the occasional set of animal bones left behind by some predator. It may have weighed down your basket even more, but the look on your girlfriend’s face would be worth it after a day away from the cabin you two lived in together.

Your eyes eventually caught a plume of smoke rising above the trees, as a small oak wood cabin appeared within the forest, surrounded by shrubs and flowers. You walked up the mossy stone pathway that led to the entrance, the door opening for you without having to knock, sensing your familiar energy as you walked closer.

The soft crackling of the fireplace was soothing as you walked inside and placed your basket on the wooden table – organizing the items you’d picked up both from the forest floor as well as the farmer’s market in the nearby village – where you’d purchased foods for the upcoming week. You brought the foodstuffs into your shared kitchen, putting them away into their proper places before gathering the remaining items and carrying them upstairs, the soft creak of each step you took giving away the age in which the cabin was built.

You knocked on the door that led to your girlfriend’s bedroom, hearing a soft “come in” before entering. She was, as usual, at her desk – looking through what seemed to be a spell book with unbroken focus.

Her room was enchanting, her shelves lined with books about herbology and magick, as well as jars filled with various ingredients that she’d use for potion making. Her black cat was sitting on the comforter of her bed, eyes watching you as you walked over to her desk.

“I’m back, ‘Nobu,” you gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before placing your basket on her desk, “I brought you some ingredients, I hope they’ll be of some use to you!”

She turned to you, a faint smile on her lips as she peered through what the basket contained, taking out various herbs and anything else you gathered for her on your walk home.

“Thank you, love, I appreciate this,” she spoke softly, “I’m sure I’ll find good use for them.”

You grinned and sat down on her bed, her cat walking over to you before sitting in your lap, allowing you to pet it. A comfortable silence ensued, you watching her study whatever spell she was working on, with nothing but the faint sounds of the fireplace from the living room and the soft purrs from the cat in your lap filling the air.

“I saw Sanemi flirting with your sister the other day,” you mused, watching the way her shoulders tensed, “he was so awkward with the whole thing, it was hilarious to watch honestly.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to hex him so he won’t be able to shit for the next week,” she responded, and you giggled. Shinobu was always protective of her older sister, which you admired, but you found it slightly amusing what lengths she’d sometimes go to display such protection.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate you for that, ‘Nobu,” you smiled, and she continued her reading.

“I wanted to ask you about something, love,” she paused, “unrelated to Shinazugawa’s poor flirting skills.”

You laughed, “I’m listening.”

“However, I’d like for you to tell me if you trust me first,” she said.

You looked at her, briefly stopping the soft pets you were giving her cat, “of course I trust you, Shinobu,” you said seriously, “you’ve never given me a reason not to. I trust you fully.”

You could see some of the tension melt from her shoulders, relief seemingly filling her veins as she turned to you, her violet eyes searching yours.

“I’ve come up with a new potion,” she started.

“Really? What properties does it have?” you asked, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I incorporated ingredients that are initially used for love potions, such as rosewater, rose petals, and cinnamon, however, I got curious and added some other ingredients to it as well.”

“Like what?” you asked curiously.

“Shatavari, maca root – both of which I ground into a powder, as well as damiana…which, if you’ve listened to my ramblings or have gone through my herbology books, you’d know that these are–”

“Aphrodisiacs,” you finished for her, your interest peaked, “and you created a potion out of these ingredients?”

“Yes,” Shinobu answered, “from what I could tell given the results of it, it’s a very potent lust potion, and I was wondering–”

“Do you want to drink it together?” you blurted out, slightly flushed from both the idea as well as the obvious eagerness in your tone.

She hesitated, “only if you’re completely fine with it, I know this is something new for both of us, so I just wanted to make sure–”

“Yes, when can we start?”

A slight smirk appeared on her face, before getting up from her desk and walking towards one of her shelves and pulling out two jars with a pink-tinted liquid inside them. She handed one of them to you, and turned her back for just a second to sit down on her bed.

“Honestly, one sip should be enough to cause the desired effects, so just–” she paused, eyes widening and mouth agape as she realized you’d already downed half of the entire jar.

You looked at her, fear in your eyes, “um…it’s not gonna kill me, right?” 

She shook her head, “no, but…oh fuck it,” she exclaimed, before downing nearly half of it herself. 

An awkward silence ensued, both of you waiting for the other to start exhibiting symptoms.

“Uh…’Nobu, I love you, but…are you sure this is gonna work?” you asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I’m certain it should work. I highly doubt that any of the ingredients would cancel each other out.”

“Okay, well…I hope I didn’t just drink that gross liquid for nothin—oh fuck–!” you jolted, careening over as you went to hug yourself, a searing hot sensation bubbled deep within your gut. Startled by your sudden movement, Shinobu’s cat crawled out of your grasp and left the room. You looked over at Shinobu with widened eyes, nervous considering how strong the reaction was, and she looked slightly concerned before going into a fetal-like position herself, seemingly dealing with a similar situation as you were.

The feeling of heat in the lower part of your abdomen began to radiate, spreading to other parts of your body. You shuddered, starting to become irritated by the clothes you were wearing – your skin just felt so sensitive. Without hesitating, you removed your outer layers, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. Shinobu eyed you hungrily from her position on the bed, seemingly liking the idea of removing her own clothes as well – taking off the butterfly-patterned cardigan that was a gift from her sister, as well as the rest of her outfit. A blush spread across her cheeks, panting from her increased heart rate as well as the heat that seemed to fill each and every crevice of the room.

“Well, I knew the effects would be strong, but–” Shinobu gasped, “this is more than what I originally anticipated.”

“Kiss me, ‘Nobu, please.”

She didn’t waste any time, her hand going behind your neck and pulling you into her, kissing you fervently. She forced her tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan as she used it to massage and caress your tongue. She brought her hands to your breasts, roughly tweaking at your nipples and pinching them, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sensitivity of each touch she gave you.

Your moans were wanton as she fondled your breasts, grinding against her thigh as your panties grew wetter – barely even able to taste the friction due to how slick it was between your thighs. She slapped one of your tits, before taking her bra off and pulling you down by your hair so you could suck on hers while she continued to grope your own. You took one of her tits in your mouth, moaning at how soft and supple her skin was before sucking at it, earning a moan from her as she grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Such a good slut for your mistress, aren’t you?” she cooed, and you whined around her nipple, licking and softly biting at it just as she liked. Her head tilted back, as she took her free hand and placed it between her legs, rubbing at her own clit to get herself off as you moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention that you gave the first before reaching up to kiss her once more.

Your hips continued to grind down on Shinobu’s thigh, your movements getting faster as you listened to her moans. Suddenly, without warning, you were cumming – nearly choking on your own saliva from how unexpected it was. You got lost in your own pleasure, fucking yourself on her smooth skin, moaning deeply into Shinobu’s mouth. Once you came down from your high, you noticed that Shinobu was eerily quiet. You opened your eyes, swallowing thickly at the disapproving look she gave you.

“Did I give you permission to cum, slut?” she asked, demanding that you answer.

“No–” you breathed shakily, “no, mistress.”

If Shinobu was feeling the same effects of the potion as you were, she was damn good at hiding it, because she readjusted her position and patted her lap, beckoning you to crawl over it.

“Do you know what happens to sluts who don’t obey?” she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet given the foul words that were coming out of her mouth.

“They– they get punished,” you stuttered, and she nodded.

“That’s right, bad sluts get punished. I want you on all fours and crawled over my lap, do you understand?”

You nodded meekly and obeyed her command, arching your back as she traced her hand down your body, eventually reaching the fullness of your ass. She grabbed a handful of your flesh before pulling her hand back and landing a slap on your ass, earning a small yelp from you. The smacks continued, as she alternated between your ass cheeks with each slap, both proudly displaying a blooming redness as she punished you.

“Ah– ‘Nobu please…’t hurts,” you whined, despite obviously arching your back even more so she could continue. 

“Oh, I know, baby, but you have to understand that good sluts are ones who don’t cum without permission. Does your dumb little brain know that yet? Or are you just a mindless cum whore who needs to be fucked?”

“Mmmh— need you, ‘Nobu.”

Shinobu sighed, “obviously you’re too fucked out to comprehend anything I’m saying. But, you’re lucky, ‘cause I– I need to cum just as much as you do,” she started to pant, the effects of the potion slowly addling her brain as well. “Get off my lap, I’m gonna fuck you now ‘mkay?” 

You crawled off of her and laid on your back, legs spread as she moved herself between them, holding one of your legs as her pussy pressed against yours – both of you gasping at the feeling of copious amounts of slick leaking out of each of your cunts. Shinobu started to grind down onto you, gasping and moaning with each brush her clit made against your pussy. You whined, starting to buck your own hips to increase the friction she was creating.

It wasn’t enough.

Shinobu’s movements quickened, wanting, needing more – more friction, more pleasure, more you.

Her head fell back, her gasps and moans dripping from her mouth as her grinding became second nature, unable to stop or slow down even if she wanted to. The mattress creaked with each thrust, knocking the headboard against the wall with each buck of her hips against your sweet cunt. 

Your legs were shaking, one of them only being held up due to Shinobu’s grip on it – an attempt at stabilizing herself. Each brush of her cunt against your clit caused fresh tears to fall down your cheeks, your mouth permanently agape and emitting the smallest moans as you lost control over your voice. 

Eventually, Shinobu wasn’t able to hold herself up anymore, collapsing on top of you as she ground into your pussy, seeking your lips with hers as wanton moans escaped both of your lips.

“Fu– Fuck, baby I– shit,” she moaned, kissing you sloppily, the warmth in her gut unrelenting as she fucked you. 

You whined in response, babbling being the most you could do from how drunk you were from her pussy. Your abdomen tensed, feeling the familiar buildup inside of your stomach. 

“Nngh– ‘Nobu, I– I’m gonna–!” you whined. 

Her breath was hot against your ear as she panted. “Cum for me, slut.”

It was too much – by the time she brushed up against your clit once more, you felt a sudden rush of fluid gushing out of your cunt, causing a spike of pleasure unparalleled to anything you’ve felt before. You let out a high pitched whine as it sprayed all over Shinobu’s pussy, gasping for air as it messily dripped down both of your thighs. 

“Oh my– you’re such a filthy slut aren’t you?” she smirked, and you flushed red with embarrassment, “come clean up your mess, pet– I won’t let you go until you do.” 

Whimpering, you crawled out from under her and placed your head in between her thighs, sloppily licking up the mess you made on her pussy, swallowing everything you lapped up. Her soft moans encouraged you, moving up to suck on her clit before licking your tongue in circles around it. Her legs trembled on either side of you as you greedily swallowed all of the juices that leaked out of her, inserting two fingers inside of her cunt just to collect more of her sweetness on your tongue. You felt her tense above you, and a moan escaped her throat as she gushed all over your mouth, soft whines filling the air as you lapped up all that she gave you.

“Such a good slut f’ me…” she breathed, and you smiled as you licked the last of her up, earning a few more whines from the overstimulation you were causing her. You kissed her thigh before resting your head on her stomach, her fingers slowly brushing through your hair as she laid back on her bed, a sense of calmness filling the room as the burning effects of the potion slowly wore off.

“Mmh…love you ‘Nobu,” you mumbled, eyes closing due to how fatigued you were. She sighed, her own exhaustion becoming apparent as you relaxed against her.

“Love you more, my dear, always will,” she said softly, eyes slowly drifting shut as you both peacefully fell asleep in each others’ embrace.

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Miscommunication

Giyuu Tomioka x gn!reader

I will be doing this for the other pillars (except it'll be platonic for Muichiro cause baby)

This is a "wait, don't leave me" kinda prompt so it's slightly angsty but ends in fluff

Fighting never really occurred between the two of you. It’s usually one-sided as he never raises his voice at you. However, tonight is a night where he had ignored you for days up until his mission and left without saying anything much less a goodbye. You were heartbroken at the thought that he may not return and the last thing that happened between you guys wasn’t a warm embrace and a kiss goodbye. He promised he’d never leave you like that and it truly hurt you inside. 

You were sitting in the engawa of your home eyes staring off into the distance with a blank expression. It had been three weeks of not hearing anything from Giyuu and that thought alone made you sick to your stomach. Why did he have to be so infuriating? Did he not love you anymore and that’s why he avoided you before leaving for his mission? You could feel the tears build up in your eyes. Before one could fall you hear a familiar caw of Giyuu’s crow as it lands next to you. “Giyuu is in the butterfly estate! CAW! Many injuries! CAW!” Your eyes widen at the news and you immediately throw on your shoes and run to the butterfly estate. 

Stumbling into the estate and going through the halls to where you know they kept the pillars. You paused outside the door, unsure if you should open it. Would he even want to see you? From how he left, it didn’t seem like you were important enough to him anymore. Before you could turn back to your own home, the door opened to Shinobu standing there with a soft smile, “Ara ara~ You came all this way in such a pretty yukata, (N/N)-san.” You try to stutter something out when she softly raises her hand, “He’s awake and waiting for you to take him home. He’s not going to say it, but he may need some help walking.” You nod softly and add a small “Thank you, Nobu-san.” She pats your head as she walks past you, leaving you standing in front of the now-open door. You looked down at your hands before taking a deep breath and looking up at Giyuu sitting up in his bed. Eyes already glued to your form. You step closer and hesitantly reach your hand out to him, afraid he won’t take it as you try not to let your words tremble, “Let’s get you home,” as you offer a soft smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. He grabs your hand firmly before standing up and taking the lead toward his estate. You watch as he limps slightly and every now and then grips your hand in pain. Even though it didn’t end well between you two recently, he seems to be acting like things never happened. You were worried at the obvious, well obvious to you, pain that he’s in. The small changes in his face show that this isn’t some measly injury. 

“You could lean on me a bit if you need to Tomioka-san,” he cringes at the use of his last name, “I know it must hurt-” “I’m fine. We're almost at the estate anyways.” You sigh at being cut off and pull away from his loosened grip. He side-eyes you seeing you look at the ground. He wanted to hold your hand again, but before he could reach out, you crossed your arms around your chest with your eyes downcast. There was a pang in his heart at how sad you looked. You’ve been on his mind every day for the past few weeks and wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up by you and have your home cooking. Why do you seem so distant all of a sudden? He was about to open his mouth when you stopped walking, making him stop as well. You were both standing in front of his estate and looking at the house, then down at you. “Well, I saw you to your estate. I hope you have a speedy recovery Tomioka-san.” He grunted at the name you used again. “My estate? Tomioka?” you look up at him with sad eyes, “Since when has it stopped being our estate? When have I become Tomioka to you?” He asked softly looking into your eyes brimming with tears. With anger rising in you at his clear obliviousness you couldn’t help the rise in your voice as the tears fell down your face. “Since you avoided me for days before you left for a mission, that I had no idea about!” you yell as you put your finger into his chest, “You treated me as if I were some ghost in our-... your home. You didn’t even say goodbye!” You pushed his chest slightly, making him take a step back with widened eyes. “Y-You made a promise to never leave me like that! If you didn’t want me around anymore you could’ve just said something!” “(Y/N)-” “No! You don’t get to just leave me scared about whether we’re still together, then disappear without even as much as a goodbye! I was scared that the next thing I’d hear from you was your crow telling me you died!!” You’re practically heaving from the built-up agony and rage from the past few weeks. 

Giyuu looks down at the ground feeling nothing but dread. He didn’t notice that he was distancing himself before the mission, and he was so distracted by the importance of this one because it was in your hometown. He needed to make sure everyone was safe there so that he could return to you and let you know your family was taken care of. He came back to his senses hearing the muffled sobs coming from you and he went to reach out to your shaking form only for you to rush past him in the direction of your own estate. The panic had finally set in within him as he saw your retreating figure. Injury be damned, he can’t lose you. Especially not like this. Even with his leg searing in pain, he ran after you and thankfully caught up to you quickly. His arms wrapped around you tightly with his hands grabbing your wrists as you try to struggle out of his grip. His face immediately goes into the crook of your neck trying to think of what he could say to fix things. You were finally the one good thing in his life that he managed to have, he didn’t want to lose you over his inability to communicate. “Let me go. Let me go,” you sob. “Never,” he said loud enough to make you stop struggling. “I’m never letting you go. Not like this. You can’t leave me alone like this, please,” you’re sniffling as you listen to him. He’s sure now you aren’t going to run away again, he carefully turns you to face him. You refuse to look him in the eyes as puts a finger under your chin to make you face him. You heave a sigh as you look into his eyes making your tired, puffy eyes widen slightly at the serene gaze and gentle smile on his lips. “(Y/N), I have to give you a genuine apology, but first I want to explain myself. I was given the details of a mission that had distracted me. I was worried and trying to think of a plan to execute this one as it was in your hometown,” your breath hitches as your hands go up to his chest and scrunch the material with your fingers. You were about to ask about your family but were stopped by his next words, “I was there in time, to save your family. As well as many others. I was worried I wouldn’t get to them in time, but I didn’t want to worry you about it before I went as you would have worried even more.” He took a pause as he noticed you melting into him and he finally cupped your face, wiping the tears from your face. “Then why did you not say goodbye? You promised you’d never leave without saying goodbye,” you whispered softly. He smiled gently and lifted your forehead up to his lips before placing a soft peck that had you wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. “I have always kept that promise. Did you not see the note I left, my pearl? I know you were in deep sleep when you didn’t even flinch at the kiss I left you,” his tone became teasing at the end as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You stiffen in his hold before pulling back with tears in your eyes again. “N-Note?” you stuttered out, feeling flustered and embarrassed at missing it. “I would never leave you like that. I’m sorry you ever thought I would do such a thing,” he said softly as he rested his forehead against yours before taking a deep breath, just happy to have you in his arms. You savor the moment, feeling whole again before remembering he’s injured and probably hungry. Pulling back you grab his hands guiding him back to his estate, “Let’s get you home. You need rest and I’ll make your favorite to make up for today,” you smile sheepishly. “Our home?” he asked with hope in his eyes. You step closer to him, putting your hand against his cheek, and watching him lean into it with a small sigh. “Our home,” you smile.

[uvobreakmylegs]

New Beginnings

a fic I wrote in earlier in the year for Suiren's birthday :D

Mafia AU, Nobunaga x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, stalking, delusional Nobu strikes again

Word count: 3.8k

The flowers probably weren't salvageable, Nobunaga thought to himself.

He'd intended on them being a nice gesture, something to make you feel more at ease when you saw them. Instead, they were the first thing you knocked over after he grabbed you in order to keep you from running out of his quarters.

A mess was all that remained of his gesture: the water that had quickly soaked into the carpet while the spider lilies and bits of broken vase were strewn about. A mess that needed cleaning up, but one that he'd been unable to get to for….. Damn, a few hours now.

Turning his attention away from the time and back to you, Nobunaga did feel a little bit of relief.

This whole thing had been a little chaotic, but at least you had finally calmed down now.

After spending hours fighting against Nobunaga, struggling in his grip and crying and just trying to get away from him after the harrowing experience of being kidnapped, you had stilled as you finally sat motionless in his lap with your back leaning against his chest. You still sniffled from time to time, a few stray tears still rolling down your cheek, but you weren't actively trying to escape him anymore.

Nobunaga's arms were still wrapped around you, but once you had settled some, he had placed one hand on your head to softly stroke your hair.

“Finally tired out?” he asked.

You didn't give a response. Earlier, when you'd been fighting him, you had tried to scream as loud as you could, hoping that the noise might get some help sent your way. Nobu had anticipated this, and one of his hands clamped over your mouth to muffle your screams as he told that you'd be disturbing the others on the floor if you did that. It seemed that because of that, you didn't want to answer him now.

Nobunaga tilted his head at you, saying your name in a questioning tone.

“Don't ignore me now,” he said, “talk to me.”

You shook your head.

He considered you for a few moments before he sighed.

“I know that wasn't the best way to bring you here,” he said, “but others had become aware of you. I couldn't risk leaving you out there while enemies knew about our relationship.”

That seemed to strike a nerve.

“What fucking relationship?” you hissed, “I don't even know you.”

“You know that isn't true,” he replied, “I saw you almost every day last week.”

“Yeah, and it was weird as hell to see you outside my apartment almost every day,” you snapped, “you stalking me doesn't count as us having a relationship.”

Nobunaga sighed.

“I hate to go playing the blame game,” he began, “but you do know that I needed to do that since you wouldn't talk to me, right?”

“You didn't need to do that!” you spat, “you could've just accepted that I wasn't interested and left me alone!”

“We made a connection-”

“No we didn't,” you insisted, interrupting him, “you're not my boyfriend, I'm not your lover; we're two complete strangers who happened to have a conversation on the street and went our separate ways after. There's nothing more than that.”

Your voice then wavered when you said “we don't have a relationship.”

Anyone else may have answered the wake-up call in your words, that he was seeing things that hadn't actually been and try to make this situation right by letting you go as you so desperately wanted.

But Nobunaga found himself focused on the fact that you remembered the first time the two of you met. And while you hadn't spoken much of the details of that meeting, the fact that it stayed in your mind must've meant that it was just as significant to you as it was to him.

Despite how short that meeting had been, you had felt a connection to him just as he had to you.

You were just having a harder time accepting it, that you could jump into a relationship with him based on that alone.

For that reason, Nobunaga wasn't at all surprised that you had fought with him during and after your kidnapping, but he was hoping you would given up earlier. Every second you fought him was a second he could've used to prove that he loved you.

“I know,” he answered, “I know you don't get it yet.”

“But this is necessary. To keep you safe,” he added.

“Kidnapping isn't how you keep people safe,” you responded bitterly.

“In this instance, it is,” said Nobunaga, “and eventually, you'll realize that.”

“No-!”

You began to struggle again. Despite how little it had done you earlier, the urge to get away from him took over you once more and you did your best to wiggle out of the firm grip that held you.

Fat lot of good that did.

Nobunaga was starting to get annoyed, but he told himself he couldn't become angry with you. If he did something drastic like hitting you or tying you to the bed, it would make you that much more resentful of him.

“Is this a second wind?” he asked, “if I have to hold you the entire night I will.”

“No!”

Just as before, your attempts to get out of his hold were pitiful, and you were reduced to a sobbing mess within minutes. Nobu watched you carefully, readying himself to cover your mouth again if he had to. He had gotten annoyed with other spiders for the noises their darlings had made on the first few nights they had been taken, and he didn't want to give any of the others any ammo to mock him for you being just as bad.

When your sobs had quieted again, Nobunaga turned you so you were facing him, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before lifting your chin up so you could look him in the eye. You gave him a sour look, but he ignored it.

“I know you want to leave, but I'm sure that in time, this place will feel like home for you,” he said.

You shook your head.

“No.”

Were the other darlings this obstinate when they first arrived? Nobu personally couldn't imagine Feitan, Shalnark or Machi tolerating behavior like this. He sighed again. Hurting you and showing you how bad things could be if he was unhappy was certainly an option, but he had no desire to break you and make you fear him more than you already did. Punishment would only come for truly serious offenses. Right now he needed to be patient with you.

“Give it time,” Nobunaga said, “for the next week or so you won't be allowed out of our living quarters, and if you keep acting up, it could be longer before I let you into the common areas of the floor. After that, you'll be allowed in several points of the building. And maybe on occasion when we get permission, we can go outside together.”

“I need permission to go outside?” you asked. There was a rage bubbling in your eyes again. Somehow learning that made you more angry than afraid again.

“You're mine now,” he explained, “and there will be those who will try to hurt me by hurting you.”

“I'm not yours! People don't belong to people!” you yelled.

You began to hit him again, beating your fists against his chest over and over. Nobu decided it was better to just take this and let you tire yourself out again. Better this than you starting to yell again and force him to hold your mouth shut. Angry tears flowed down your cheeks at the hopelessness of the situation. Surely you realized that even if you managed to get away from him, the amount of security you had seen on your way in was still in your mind, and you would know that there was no hope of you running out of this building without being stopped by someone.

Eventually your assault on him stopped, and you pressed your forehead against his chest in defeat.

It was quiet now, the only noise in the room being that of your ragged breathing.

Should he say something?

… Maybe not. So far Nobu had only managed to upset you every time he spoke, and that certainly wasn't winning him any points with you. The best course of action might be to stay quiet until you said or did something.

And a few moments later, you did speak.

“Why…”

Your voice was barely over a whisper, but he still heard you, and he tilted his head at you as he waited for you to continue whatever you were saying.

“Why did you do this to me?” you asked.

Betrayal.

Through your soft, sad voice, he could clearly hear it. Sense it in the way you now clutched at his shirt. You had trusted him, and he had re-payed that trust by forcibly taking you. That needed to be what this was.

And yet knowing that gave Nobunaga a bit of hope. For you to be betrayed, you had to have liked him at least somewhat. The way you had smiled at him on the day you met was still so clear in his mind. He was certain that there was at least some bit of affection for him in your heart, and once you got over your kidnapping and you realized just how much you meant to him, he was certain those feelings would come back and grow stronger.

Once you were able to get over that hurdle in your head, everything would be fine.

Nobu wasn't sure if you had wanted an answer to your question, but after a few moments, he responded softly “because I love you.”

You didn't react.

Maybe you weren't listening, or maybe the events of tonight had simply exhausted you and you no longer could react. Either way it was out in the open now, and even if you didn't believe him in that moment, eventually you would.

He now had all the time he needed to convince you of that.

When you shifted in his hold and tried to pull away again, his grip around you tightened, anticipating a third attempt of getting away from him.

“Please let go,” you said, not looking at him, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“…. Alright. But leave the door unlocked,” he said, his tone becoming a bit more firm as he added “there'll be problems if I need to break it down.”

You nodded somewhat hastily, and with that, he finally loosened his grip completely. You were fast to scramble off of his lap and make your way to the bathroom door, closing it a bit too quickly, but you listened to his warning as there was no click of the lock after.

But what he could hear after was the sound of you sobbing again, your soft cries echoing slightly against the smooth surfaces in the bathroom. He had thought that maybe you had run out of tears, but apparently not.

Now was probably the best time to give you a bit of space. You hadn't immediately run for the door to the entrance of his quarters like he was worried you would, so you were deserving of that much.

As he sat and waited for you to process your emotions, his mind went back to the day the two of you met and the random act of fate that put the two of you together.

He'd run into you on a windy day when you were coming out of a flower shop, a bouquet of red flowers in one hand while the other had been occupied with shoving your wallet back into your bag. While you weren't turned away from him, the majority of your face had been obscured from his view due to the wide-brimmed hat you were wearing.

At first he had only barely acknowledged your presence, his eyes naturally going over to you when you had initially exited the shop just to be aware of the new person that was now in his sights. Nobu hadn't anticipated that you might be a threat, but with his status in the troupe and the dangers that came with having such a position, it didn't hurt to be too careful. The would-be assassins of the world took many different forms.

He didn't spend long looking at you once he determined that there was nothing to be worried about, turning his attention back towards the walkway in front of him, his thoughts going back to the troupe and recent issues that had cropped up, ones regarding the owner of a private security company that operated within Yorknew. From his peripheral vision, he had noted that you had begun walking away from the flower shop entrance, heading in the direction opposite of him, and the thoughts of you would've quickly exited his mind once you were out of his line of sight.

Nobunaga would've passed you by completely had it not been for what happened next.

A gust of wind blew past you, and it was strong enough that it knocked your hat off of your head. You tried to grab it with your free hand but you weren't fast enough, and you started to follow, trying to hurry and grab it before it got too far away or touched the ground.

Instead, Nobu caught it.

It was mostly instinct that made him catch it. Just an instance where he saw from the corner of his eye that something was coming towards his head and he reacted. He only realized what had happened when he felt the material against his fingers and then looked at it to confirm.

And then you walked up to him, thanking him for not allowing the thing to blow away.

Something about you struck him. Something about the way you smiled and thanked him as he handed the hat back to you.

Something about the way you looked at him so sweetly.

“No problem,” he told you, having been barely able to remember that it was best to give you some sort of response.

That probably should've been the end of it, but something in him compelled him to keep talking to you. You'd set the hat back on your head when the wind blew again, and while this time it didn't escape you again, you needed to grab and hold it in place.

That had made for an easy enough topic of conversation.

“Doesn't seem like you dressed appropriately for this sort of weather,” he commented, brushing some of his hair behind his ear.

“Guess not,” you agreed, laughing as you said “it looked nice enough out today, so I didn't think to check what the conditions were. Lesson learned. Won't do that again.”

Nobu nodded along absentmindedly before glancing at the bouquet you held. All he'd really noted before was their red coloring, but now that he was looking at them for more than a few seconds….

…. Weren't the Spider Lilies associated with death and bad luck?

“Someone die?” he asked, nodding towards the flowers.

“Hm? Ah, they do tend to have a negative connotation, don't they?” you said, laughing a little.

Then you shook your head, adding “but these are for me. I like them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think they're pretty.”

Nobunaga glanced at them again.

The shade of red was nice, he supposed.

“I am a little surprised, though,” you said, “I didn't think most guys were interested in flowers. Not most guys around here, at least.”

“I can't say that I'm interested,” Nobu answered, “I've just heard enough about them to know that they're typically a bad sign.”

“Yeah,” you said again, “but I still like them.”

The conversation came to an end after that; you apparently had somewhere you needed to be. And to be fair, it was the same case for Nobu, as he was very likely going to be late for a troupe meeting.

You thanked him once more for saving your hat, and shortly after you were on your way, once again heading in the opposite direction of him. And although your face was quickly obscured from him, Nobunaga felt certain that he saw you smiling to yourself as you walked away.

After watching you for a moment, he had turned and began to walk as well, heading back towards his destination, though his thoughts had remained on you.

It was strange how one little interaction had stayed with him like that. How a single conversation about weather and flowers that hadn't even lasted five minutes replayed in his head for the entire rest of the day and only ended when he finally fell asleep that night, just to end up replaying in his head again the morning after.

He had accepted that the meeting between you two was fate the day after that and that the two of you were meant to be together. Why else would he be thinking of you so often? Why else would you have spoken with him like that? Why else had the elements themselves conspired to bring about a scenario where you were made to interact with one another?

It was the only explanation that made any sense.

Luck had been on his side when he remembered the flower shop he saw you walk out of – it was one that was under the troupe's protection, and for that reason, the owner had no choice but to allow Nobu to look through the shop's recent orders when he went in for a surprise 'visit'.

Luck was on his side again as it turned out you had called the shop to place the order for the spider lilies, giving them your name and phone number that they had yet to clear from their records.

It was incredibly easy to find you after that.

Back to the present, Nobu sighed to himself as he thought over what had happened after he'd found where you lived and how you'd become increasingly defensive every time he spoke with you. Maybe he'd come on too hard those other times. And now this, having no other option than to take you to the Nitery just to ensure your safety when you made it clear that you didn't want to go.

Nobunaga had no doubt that it would be a long, strenuous process for you, to accept your place as his darling and to learn to love him back, but even if that process took forever, you would give in.

You were meant to.

Several minutes had passed, and you still hadn't left the bathroom. He wasn't worried that you had managed to escape through there; that room had no windows, and the air vents were far too small for anyone to fit through.

Still, at a certain point he needed to make sure you were alright.

Getting up and standing before the closed door, he knocked on it gently as he called out your name.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

No answer.

His brows furrowed, and he took the knob in hand and turned it.

He found you in the shower, curled up in a corner of the stall and your head resting against your knees as you were fast asleep.

You must have been truly exhausted to have fallen asleep in such a place.

Nobunaga gingerly picked you up and carried you bridal style out of the bathroom. Though he had spent several hours with you in his arms, there was something about how you were so docile right now, not fighting against him and even pressing yourself further against him in your sleep. A shame that it was only because you weren't awake at the moment. But someday, he told himself, he would get to the point where you would long to be in his arms, where you would beg for his touch and for him to give you everything he had to give.

Not tonight. Or anytime soon.

But maybe in a matter of months he could get you to that point.

He placed you on his bed, putting the covers over you after. Tomorrow he'd have some of his lackeys accompany him to your old apartment and gather up some of your clothing and other items that you might miss. For tonight, though, you'd need to make due with sleeping in your clothes.

And what he'd need to make due with tonight was sleeping on the couch. As much as he wanted to go to sleep with you in his embrace, you'd be upset in the morning if that was what you woke up to.

Eventually he'd get to that point without you being disgusted with him, he told himself as he turned off the light of the bedroom, leaving you sleeping peacefully in the dark.

Now alone in the main area of his quarters, Nobunaga was about to turn off the lights and pass out on the couch – it was horribly late by now.

But just as he went to flick the light switch, he caught sight of the broken vase and flowers that still hadn't been cleaned up, and he sighed to himself again. Better to clean it up now so he wouldn't have the hassle of doing that the next day as well.

Pulling over a small trash bin, he began to collect the pieces of vase and tossed them in before going to the flowers. It felt like a shame to throw them away, especially since you liked them. Though it really was your fault for smacking them like you did.

Nobunaga looked at the flower he currently held; the stem was bent and some of the petals had fallen off.

Death, bad luck and abandonment, he remembered. Just a few of the meanings this flower had.

You'd met him when you were carrying a bouquet of these, and you saw the red spider lily again when you were brought to his room at the Nitery.

Maybe you were reconsidering how much you liked them and how much bad luck they had brought you so far.

That fleeting thought caught him off-guard, and he froze, broken flower still in hand.

…..

… Superstition was silly, he told himself as he continued with the clean up.

If anything, these flowers represented good luck for him, because if it hadn't been for you going to that flower shop on that day to collect them, he might not have found you.

It was pure chance and good luck that brought the two of you together, and while Nobunaga knew you didn't see it that way now, eventually you'd stop lying to yourself and admit that it was true: you were meant to be together.

But until that day came, he'd be patient with you and do whatever he could so you would understand that. Happiness for the two of you would come eventually when you gave in.

You were meant to, Nobunaga repeated to himself.

[peterman-spideyparker]

my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 2/5

Author’s Note: Hi! This part is pure angst. Very sad. I made Matt cry. Twice (one off page and one on page). I'm sorry.

Summary: You find out a secret about Matt after getting involved in something you had no idea he was a part of. And even though you're confused and scared, you know that you'd do anything for Matt, especially if it means he might have a shot at a happy ending without you.

Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, vague wound descriptions, swords, season two finale happenings, canon death

Other Characters: Elektra Natchios, Nobu

Word Count: 889

When you come to, your head is pounding, and you’re freezing. Why are you so cold? Where are you? Why won’t your eyes focus? You’re . . . you’re outdoors, high above the city, you think. Cars are quiet, distant. You’re not in your neighborhood—the sounds of the night are different. The air feels different. 

“We will let her go if the Black Sky comes with us,” a man says, holding you by the collar of your pajamas and shaking you.

“Let (Y/N/N) go now,” you hear a voice say. It’s gruff, harsh, but only one person uses that nickname for you. You blink hard, your eyes finally focusing through the throbbing pain in your head, seeing a woman in black and none other than Daredevil on the other side of the rooftop that you’re on. Daredevil . . . Matt? 

Matt’s Daredevil?

Matt's Daredevil.

“Only if we get the Black Sky!” You feel something sharp press against your side, making you cry out in both pain and fear. “If you refuse, there will be blood on both of your hands. Her death will be for nothing.”

“Nobu!” Matt growls. “I’m only going to say it one more time—!”

“I’ll do it!” the woman says. “I’ll come with you. Just let her go. She’s not involved in any of this.”

Matt’s head whips toward her, and he takes her hand, speaking softly. Maybe he’s not speaking softly, but focusing on anything through the pain in your head is unbearable. You’re yanked to your feet before you’re gruffly guided across the roof, watching as the woman approaches. The same woman that was with him at the party. The woman he dated in law school. Elektra. You stumble as you’re shoved forward, the grip gone from your clothes, and you carefully cross paths with the her and move toward Matt. When you get close enough to Matt, his hands are on you and all over, trying to assess you for injuries. 

“Are you okay?” he breathes, his voice emotional as his chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“‘M fine,” you pant, giving his forearms a squeeze.

“Good. Now go. Hide.”

“Matt—.”

“Now’s not the time,” he growls. “Go. I’m not letting either of you get hurt tonight.”

You breathe an “okay" before you stumble behind him, trying to find a way out that isn’t covered by ninjas. What the hell have you gotten yourself involved in, Matty? You opt to hide behind an air conditioning unit, carefully peaking out and watching a fight break out amongst Matt, Elektra, and the ninjas. She must have double crossed them—they wouldn’t be acting that way otherwise. They start to move closer where you hide, and you work to try and clandestinely move toward the stairwell, simultaneously (and unfortunately) getting closer to the action. You freeze in place as you watch how Matt and Elektra fight; it’s effortless, the way that they move in sync, not faltering. Perfect together.

Matt gets yanked away, and you have to prevent yourself from shouting in fear. The movement, though, leaves Elektra vulnerable to a sword coming her way. Without thinking, you jump from your spot to push her to safety, taking the wound that was meant for her. You cry out in pain, the sound echoing loudly in the night. The sword slides out of your abdomen, making all your senses go fuzzy, and you hear a stop in the fighting on the rooftop before it picks up again. As you sink to your knees, you see Elektra ruthlessly attack the ninjas around you, and a pair of warm, familiar arms hold onto you before you hit the ground. Matt’s devil helmet is off, his hair sticking up at odd angles and covered in sweat as his beautiful hazel eyes sparkle with tears.

“No,” you breathe. “‘M fine. Help Elektra. Go.”

“(Y/N/N), you’re hurt, I’m not—.”

“She needs you.”

“But I need you.”

You cough, pain shooting through your body and something trickling out of your mouth. “We’re not arguing about this now. Go, Matty. Please.”

Reluctantly, he lets you go, gingerly laying you down away from the action before rejoining the fight. It’s hard to tell what’s going on, who is winning the battle as your vision gets spotty and unfocused. You’re not really sure what happens or for how long it happens, but it’s suddenly very quiet, and Matt’s strong arms cradle you once more.

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s okay, angel,” he whispers. “It’s just me. It’s Matt.” You can only groan in pain. “Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?”

You oblige, although slowly. You’re just so tired, and your eyelids feel so heavy. 

“Hi,” you croak.

“Hi, angel. It’s over now. We’ll get you the help that you need.”

“Time’s up, Matty,” you murmur. “M’bell’s rung.”

“No, no it hasn’t. We can make this better, I promise,” he sniffles. 

“S’for the best.”

“I’m not letting you go. Not this time.”

“Never . . . thought I’d see you again.” 

“Just hang on. Hang on for me, (Y/N/N).”

“Matty,” you murmur, the sounds barely making sense. You swallow hard, using everything in you to lift your hand to his sweaty face, wiping away his tears. “Matty . . . I don’t want the last thing I see is you crying.” As your fingertips leave his skin, your vision goes black.

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