#note to self: stop being lazy >:o

[rinnstars]

special!

how he changes because of love

bllk boys (nagi, rin, otoya) x reader: fluff, drabbles, not proofread + likes and reblogs r appreciated <3

nagi seishiro

to everyone else, nagi is lazy to his very core — seen by his constant napping during class or being piggy backed by his own teammates (reo) and doing the bare minimum all whilst beating everyone else.

yet with you, he’s the opposite of lazy with you.

nagi wakes up early for you to meet you on time at your bus stop that he almost every morning runs to in a hurry with his uniform wrinkled and in a mess that he lets you spoil him by tidying it for him, letting his eyes wander at your focused ones and relaxing at your soft and warm touch in contrast to his cold ones. and nagi is the opposite of his usual self when he goes the extra mile — only writing notes for you during class when you’re beside him too busy falling asleep as his hands moves faster as though he’s playing his games on the paper to capture all the information on the board as the teacher wipes it off, only buying food for you and bringing right to your table in contrast to his usual self who has his food placed in front of him who already finds merely chewing a pain, only carrying your bag as you two walk home, not minding the extra weight on his back when its for you. after all, if it’s for you, he thinks its worth it: anything’s worth to see your beaming face that practically shines with the way the sun shines on your face as though youre an angel, anything’s worth to be able to be by your side who to him is practically an angel in disguise with the way you make his heart flutter and his face warm that to him is no longer a hassle especially when your eyes are simply drawn to him as though a magnetic, anything’s worth to see your eyes brighten when he does those little things that seems so uncharacteristic to everyone else. but you know better he thinks, he’s only like this with you.

and its even more obvious when nagi truly brings out his ‘genius’ for you — when he does his 200% and pulls out all his best moves that he had half-assed all these times when he sees you watching him play football against other school, his motivation linked to your attention and eyes fixated on the way he moves as though playing only for you, when he’s so focused in finishing a game for you or even playing a game to carry you, with his eyes practically firing up with hypothetical fire burning up, so focused his veins on his hands pops a little and his lips slightly bleeding from how hard he was biting it, only to immediately turn puppy like when he turns to you to look for your validation once he’s all done, when he sits up all straight when he patiently and gently tutors you for homework as though he’s ever bothered to do any of those and not simply wing it. nagi doesn’t really think its cool, its just a part of him, barely acknowledging people’s ossips about his talents: bringing his volleyball team to the nationals (little do you know he simply joined because you and him liked a certain volleyball anime and watched it together), acing all the exams despite practically being asleep in most of the classes (he’s really not asleep, simply looking at you as he lies his head on his table and looking at you through drooping eyelids and secretly admiring you as you focus in class). and perhaps he does all things for one reason: nagi loves you and wants you to give the attention and validation he craves: eating up your each and every praise that sounds so right with your sugary sweet voice that gets his adreadline pumping as though ready to finish another game, eating up your reactions from your wide eyes and ‘o’ shaped lips to him flexing his talents in contrast to his sloth like being majority of the time, and most importantly eating up the way you look at him as though he’s your entire world.

itoshi rin

to everyone else, rin is completely and entirely consumed and fixated on football: evident from how his every action revolves around his passion from his football books that he reads solely to analyse techniques underneath his desk during class, from how he skips his school club to go to his out-of-school football training team a hour away from school in a bus that comes every thirty minutes, and.. from the way he’s strangely always around you..?

not to say other’s analysis seems to be wrong: rin’s nothing less than passionate about football, but he thinks he can be his raw self with you and let you mold him to whatever you want if it means to see your smile: only evident in yours and his stash of polaroids photos.

polaroids featuring rin’s face plastered with colourful stickers of stars, hearts, emojis and disney princesses as he uncharacteristically smiles as though he was a little kid with a bright beam and crescent shaped eyes with flash on that he’s sure his classmate or his teammates wont even recognise in contrast to his usual fixed grimace on his face, one that makes him smile especially when he remembers your giggles as you paste it on his face: remembering your soft and gentle touch that touches both his skin and his heart too and the way you stick your tongue too when youre all focused that makes his heart flutter and stomach filled with butterflies. polaroids that featured both you and him secretly in his wallet that he can’t help but be magnetised to and look at before every of his game for motivation and even kiss it for good luck where you and him have stupid and silly hair clips clipped onto both your hairs that you both clipped onto each other on his bed, room that was always silent now lively and filled with yours and his chatter and giggles as you both acted like little kids again that makes him wish he didn’t have to ever grow and stay right here with you forever, beaming at the camera as you press your lips on his cheeks that practically leaves a mark on his heart. polaroid that was secretly downloaded by him to become his wallpaper of you and him on his bed sitting down together, for the first time taking the lead and using your polaroid that he’s paid for and taking a picture of you and him from the stupid 0.5 angle you always do of him and laugh at, capturing a silly picture of you and him to brighten his day and for him to not go homesick when he leaves you for a few months, yours and his forehead hilariously big that he can’t help but let out a ugly laugh, letting his hand wrap around your frame as you two laugh at the picture.

and rin’s sure if they look a little closer, perhaps they would see the truth without those polaroids — with the way his lips moves upwards whenever youre with him and his eyes soften when it drifts to you in contrast to his usual frown fixated on his pretty face, with the way his voice seemingly becomes softer as he replies to you in contrast to how he practically ignores his classmates and teammates words, letting them drift out of his ears immediately, with the way he goes above and beyond all whilst still trying to put up the nonchalant facade they all fell for: the way his face flushes pink whenever you linger a little too close even though you’ve been together for oh so long yet you still make him want to lie down in his bed and yell against his pillow and kick his feet like a teenage girl in love, the way his usual glare melt so obviously when his eyes lands on you whether your hands or your eyes like youre his very entire world, and even the way he seems like a puppy if you look hard enough whenever he walks home with you, hands tugging at yours, head on your shoulder, holding yours and his bag even despite hours of football practice.

otoya eita

in contrast to his very very infamous reputation: a player, a jerk, simply “dating” to have fun — its a cycle that otoya has lived by through his school life, reputation stained by upset exes that throw paint against his at first pristine reputation: liking someone’s cute face or personality, going with them for one or two dates before losing interest and becoming bored and restart the cycle.

and yet, there’s something about you that’s simply so magnetic that he thinks you, along with football, could be the constant in his life for once in his life.

a routine: its not something otoya is used to, but with you, he feels oh so at ease. he finds routine as something exciting now: walking with you to the convenience store after school for lunch and getting a new snack each and every time with you whilst enjoying your voice that he thinks he can never grow tired off with each and every of your movement in your pitch and octave as you ramble away that makes him still smile unconsciously, waiting for you outside of class as he plays a game of finding you with your class position always switching, smiling unconsciously when he sees you whether you are focused in class, playing games underneath your table or even doodling in your notebook, going out with you during the weekends and practically remaking memories in the different places he liked and eventually grew tired of — from the old arcade that he used to go as a kid that now is practically abandoned that you and him hung out, drinking soda and laughing before running away together, from the secret corner in the school library he used to attempt to focus and do homework and doing yours and his assignment together where he finds out that rather than getting distracted by the new influx of people, he’s getting distracted by how you look so adorable as you write another essay with the way you bite your lips as you focus of course only until you flick his forehead for not focusing, to even a small shop by his neighbourhood and enjoying his favourite childhood snack that he thinks taste even sweeter now that youre next to him that he eventually grew tired of after eating ten of it once when he was five. you make all things he’s grown tired of new again: his old earphones he left in the corner of his desk at the excitement from obtaining a new headphone he now use in order to share music with you on the bus as your head lies on his shoulder as the music blasts in both your ears that makes his heart flush at the thought of you and him sharing the same song (he thinks he’s becoming oh so sappy in contrast to who he used to be), his rainbow beads that he collected as a kid before abandoning it in his house storeroom he made bracelets with you in his bedroom as you two made matching bracelets that he has never removed from his wrist since you put it right on him, and even his childhood favourite fried rice that he ate too much of and despite learning how to cook it never cooked it again until you came by his house for the first time and tried it with him wanting to oh so desperately to impress you, tasting even more addicting with you sharing his now new favourite food with him.

he thinks he’s changed now that he’s with you: a constant in his ever changing orbit. and just like football, otoya dedicates a part of his life to you, falling into a habit with you: in the same way he practices football every afternoon everyday in a fixed time frame in order to keep constant. otoya reaches yours and his bus stop at 7am every single day, he kisses your cheeks the second he sees you reach the bus stop, boarding the bus and sitting at the very same duo seat or standing at a specific seat every single time, sitting at one specific table or a specific spot of the field area every lunch period. and he feels the same feeling too whenever he sees you: his heart fluttering as his face flushes oh so subtly, his stomach filled with butterflies that makes him all giddy and nervous and excited, how he feels as though he’s straight up in a shoujo romance manga as the protagonist as you practically sweep him off his own feet just with your presence alone. and when you walk home with him, every single day, he prays to whatever god out there to thank them for letting him be the one to hold your hand — for giving him one more constant in his life that thankfully looks at him back and not curse him instead from his previous love failures.

[eternalflowershipping]

From Y to Y

Ship: AZ x Nerine

Summary: Nerine has an ordinary day. (Or: Tomorrow, I'll Hold Your Hand In Mine but it's from Nerine's POV this time.)

Really simple (despite the length...), I didn't do any edits cuz I'm lazy ^.^

TWs:  some suggestive language, also touches on Nerine’s intense hatred towards her younger self (which also manifests as some hatred towards her current self. Oops!) Alternate link / Neocities link (tba)

When Nerine awoke that morning, she awoke with a yelp. She’d nearly forgotten the events of the previous night, tipsy with champagne as she was. Discovering herself not only on her couch, but within AZ’s arms, was enough to sober her immediately.  He slept on, snoring softly; even when he was young, he had a habit of sleeping until noon on most days. She reached up to touch his face. So pale… I really hope he’s at least trying to take better care of himself.

From behind herself, she felt a large presence. She glanced over her shoulder, only to find Floette floating above her, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh!” Nerine began, but was quick to cover her mouth. When she continued, she did so in her quietest voice.  “Miss ‘Ette… you should know better than to sneak up on people! A— and besides that, I was simply…” She blushed, and Floette laughed softly in response. Nerine pouted as she stood.

“Well… forget about any of that. Floette, I need to start getting ready for work. Would you like to join me?” Floette nodded, and floated down so she would sit on Nerine’s shoulder. She reached over to gently pet her round head; it was wonderful to see her with so much energy.

Alongside Floette, Nerine began her morning routine: She returned to her bedroom to brush her teeth and take her morning shower. She changed into her uniform, taking note of the fact that it needed a good ironing, but not caring enough to actually do the work. She gave Floette a piece of candy, she found while digging within her purse, then left her bedroom for her kitchen. She made a cup of coffee,  which upon being finished, was immediately diluted with all manner of sugars and caramel syrups, then set aside to cool. She cooked herself breakfast; an omelette with mushrooms and spinach (briefly, she considered if she should make one for her guest as well). She returned to the living room to peer at a still-sleeping AZ, then dragged Floette away when she took out a marker, intending to draw on him. 

It was only when she was about ready to leave when AZ awoke, his expression one of a near-delirious confusion. He squinted, no doubt wondering what it was she held so securely within her hands (Floette, who now sat atop her head, seemed all too excited by the idea of having caffeine). “Aza, good morning!” she said, and AZ blushed in response to it.  “I should have mentioned this last night, but… I have work today, so I’ll be gone.” 

She frowned slightly, her nose scrunching as she pondered her next words.

“Feel free to… make yourself at home? You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen, too. O-or, if you have something else you need to do today, you can… um.”

AZ nodded in understanding. “When will you return home?”  “Well, the museum closes at about 6:30, but I'm planning on stopping somewhere after that, so I might be here closer to 7:00 or 8:00.”

She gulped down her coffee, which had been cooled significantly by a copious amount of milk and cream. Setting aside her mug, she reached downwards to pull on her black heels, which remained at the same location they had been tossed aside the night before. Once she finished, she stood still for a moment… before reaching to pry Floette from her seat atop her head. “I can’t take you to work with me.” she said in a half-scolding voice, “Well, I could, but I think your brother wouldn’t like that.” 

Floette pouted at her words, but was obedient when Nerine decided to place her on top of AZ’s head instead. She giggled at the sight of them together. “I really need to be on my way…” she smiled sheepishly, “I’ll see you later, okay?” “Nerine…” with a stretch, AZ rose to his feet. They had been faced level while he was seated. She was used to feeling quite small when he stood above her like this, and yet it still astounded her at times. He reached to touch her cheek, careful not to ruin the makeup she had meticulously spent the morning doing. She leaned into his touch, her lips slightly parted; the paint she wore gave them a glossy colour. 

“Nerine,” he repeated, “may today be wonderful for you.” Awkwardly, he leaned down just enough to leave a kiss against her forehead. Nerine shivered in response to her, alongside making an odd little noise. “T…thank you.” “I’ll be seeing you.” “Yes, see you…” 

Though her movements were stiff, Nerine dragged herself out of her home, and into Snowbelle’s icy weather. AZ watched her, standing in the doorway as she summoned forth her Corviknight, and clamoured onto its back. She gazed back at him for a moment, and AZ waved her goodbye. Aries was quick to ascend, her wings spreading wide as she flew above the Kalos region. The experience still unnerved Nerine, despite how many years she’d been at it; she never quite got over her fear of heights. With her face buried within Aries’ dark feathers, she awaited the moment they’d land within Lumiose City.

It always caused quite a stir when Aries arrived; Corviknight were an uncommon sight within Kalos, and paired with Lumiose’s infamous “witch,” seeing her often felt like a scene from a fairytale. The old Corviknight quite disliked the attention, however, and was quick to stir up a fuss until the moment Nerine recalled her into her ball. Now standing in front of the museum, she hurried inside. The two young girls who worked the front desk greeted her. “Miss Nerine, you look tired! Did you sleep well?” the shorter of the two asked, then with a grin, continued in a whisper.  “...Did you invite a man over?”

“Of course not.” Nerine scoffed, “I'm much too busy to even think of such things!” the two girls giggled at her reaction, clearly coming to their own conclusions, but Nerine had long elected not to care about their sillier antics. 

She continued on to the backroom of the museum, taking a moment to peer at her reflection within a wall-mirror to ensure her makeup hadn’t gotten messed up.

She set down her purse, her myriad of keychains causing a ruckus with every movement, dusted off any of Aries’ feathers, and stood tall.

Today would be a day like any other. 

A surprise visit from Kalos’ own champion had caused a large amount of guests to swarm in; the museum had recently acquired a new painting of King AZ, and Serena, as well as some of her friends, wanted to talk a look. (“...Why did the artist paint him with such a small nose?” Serena had asked, and Nerine shrugged in response. “I wouldn’t know.” Nerine said. The depiction looked almost nothing like his younger self in truth, but she did not wish to say that to her.  “I know that you faced him once, but I’ve never seen him up close.”)

A large number of visitors made up a tour group. Some were clearing visiting Kalos from other regions, while some were locals drawn in by the chance to meet a celebrity.  In truth she disliked the large crows, but Nerine continued on all the same. She stood before a rendition of the Ultimate Weapon that had been drawn by an artist from the middle ages, based on descriptions from old texts. Besides it was an old replica of the ignition key, a more recent addition to the gallery.

“Up until recently, this weapon was considered a mythological object. A fable to explain the sudden downfall of a once great region. But it turns out fact is stranger than fiction. I'm sure you are all aware that this weapon was dug up, only to be destroyed in these recent years…”

Next, mention how the war led to Kalos falling into a dark age. Don't refer to Xanthos by name; the people of this era are unaware of who he truly is. You did not see Kalos’ fall. Just like everyone else, you learned it from second-hand sources. You are an ordinary woman.

“The past usage of this weapon led Kalos into a period of ruin. The king's younger brother, the very same who had once raged war against him, took on the responsibility of helping Kalos heal, perhaps in repentance for his past actions. This is why he is called the Restoration-King. Here, we see an artist's rendition of what the king's brother may have looked like…”

The painting was in truth an inaccurate one. The detail of Xanthos’ flaming red hair had been lost to time, and so he was typically depicted with the same brown as his brother. His facial moles, round chin, and wide nose were also omitted in favor of a more “traditional” look. The Xanthos of the painting was merely a hardened warrior, while the Xanthos of reality so greatly resembled his own mother. As she gazed at the painting, one of the museum guests raised their hand. “Yes? What would you like to ask?”

“Do you know about that old movie from a while ago? The Folly of Love— that was the title.” The young girl clutched a book against her chest; a historical romance from the looks of it. “The woman in that movie… Was she someone who really existed?” Ah. It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked that question, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was used to it. Nerine straightened out her skirt, and replied with proper professionalism. 

“Well… it is difficult to say what is true, and what isn’t, when it comes to the past. It is likely that this woman did exist in some form, but I doubt she was anything as fantastical her counterpart within the film is!”

The group began to chatter amongst itself after Nerine finished answering. Was that movie good? I’ve never watched it. I heard that someone is trying to get the rights to do a remake!  The actress who plays Elodias in that movie is really pretty, but apparently she didn’t look anything like that in real life. Just an average looking girl. I bet the king was just using her, too. Why would he like someone like that? Nerine tightly gripped the fabric of her skirt. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before. She could handle this easily. Another girl raised her hand, and Nerine called on her.

“She was really in love with the king, wasn’t she?” she asked. “But… did the king love her back?”

Nerine tensed in response to the question.  

“That's not…” she began, only for her words to become caught in her throat. She attempted again to speak, but though her lips moved, words would not come out.

What are you doing? Her hand reached to pull at a loose strand of her hair. Acting like that little girl you were. Stop that! You're better than this, aren't you?

“I, erm…” Nerine stammered.  “I… need a moment! I apologize, it is simply— something came up! I will be back soon!”

After calling over one of her co-workers to take over the tour group, Nerine sprinted back downstairs, to the break room.

She found herself with her hands still tugging at her hair. She gripped her own coils tightly, forcing herself to pause.

She dragged herself over to her favourite chair, and sat. She slumped forward with a groan, letting her cheek rest against a cold table.

She was used to hearing such things. Questions that would have been invasive, were they not about someone who was supposed to be long dead. She had perfected her responses; she likely was real, just not in the way she’s often depicted. Modern renditions of her are often influenced by her becoming a symbol for monarchists during the time of Kalos’ revolution. No, it’s unlikely that she played any major role outside of the king enjoying her company. Yes, she supposedly disappeared from the region around the same time the king did. Yes, it was quite foolish of her to follow a man like him, wasn’t it? People make rash decisions when they are blinded by love. Did she love him? Yes, of course. Did he feel the same way towards her? Did he?

Sometimes, she didn’t know what he saw in her. She was plain and simple, with no real special talents of her own. And yet even as he grew into his kingship, he was determined to keep her around. It was possible that what he really loved was the sense of familiarity, and yet he still…

She groaned. Thinking about how she was “back then” made bile rise in her throat. So weak-willed, so easily ignored and forgotten. She spent years crafting a version of herself that would always be heard, even if it required beating her past into submission.

And yet at times, the phantom limbs of Nerine Elodias would grip her, and refuse to let go.

She lifted her head. In a few moments, she would brush her hair back down, fix up her makeup, and would resume her work as if nothing happened. She was, after all, an ordinary woman.

The long hours passed without any further mishaps.Nerine gathered up her belongings, eager to finally head out for the day. She waved goodbye to her co-workers, and headed out into Lumiose’ cool night air.

She gazed down at her watch. 6:40. The sidewalk before her stretched out and onwards. If she remembered correctly, the shop she wished to visit would be about a 15 minute walk.

Will he even still be there when I return? Nerine thought to herself as she made her way to her destination. Her heels had long grown uncomfortable, but she could surely tolerate them for just a moment longer. It may be weeks, or even months before I see him again.

Still, she continued on, and the shop she intended to visit came into view. A clothing boutique located within an old, elaborate building. The last time she visited, she had been shopping for Lysandre.Though it has been some time since then, the place still seemed unchanged. Though some signs of wear existed on the wooden fixtures attached to the boutique, it added to the charm of the design. She entered.

Being later in the day, only a few other patrons seemed to be shopping. A clerk gasped upon recognizing her. Shooing away some of her younger employees, she bounded towards Nerine. “Miss Nerine!” she said, “It’s been ages! You know, I was beginning to expect you’d forgotten about me and this little shop.” “Of course not,” Nerine replied, “I just didn’t have any excuse to come by. At least, not until…” “Not until?”  “Well, I’m… shopping for a friend of mine,” she explained. For some reason, referring to him in that way flustered her. 

“A friend?” the shop clerk's curiosity was clearly piqued. “What kind of friend is he?? Oh— let me rephrase. What kind of style does he go for?”

“He's... very tall, so that makes buying clothes a struggle for him,” Nerine began, “He prefers clothing that's a bit loose. Um…he's had a hard time lately, and hasn't been able to dress how he likes, but I think I would describe his personal style as classy, but comfortable.”

“And he's … a little picky when it comes to colours. He likes orange and green the most.” she paused, suddenly recalling an old memory. “There was one time where someone came to him, offering the finest, embroidered vest, imported from a distant land… but he rejected it simply because it was purple! He said a colour like that would've looked better on me…”

“Did he, now?” the shop clerk gave her a knowing smile. “I’m certain we can find something that suits him! Come along this way— we actually got a new collection in store not too long ago!” Nerine nodded, and followed behind the old woman. This would be a quick venture; she was quite enthused by the idea of returning home.

Though she had only intended to get a few items, the excitement of clothes shopping for the first time in a while overwhelmed her. The bag she now carried was heavy, bagged down with all manner of items. Mostly warm clothing, a variety of knit sweaters, corduroy pants, and even a wool scarf. 

He’d be upset if he knew how much I spent on him… Nerine sighed as she dragged herself over to a park bench to rest. But I don’t care. He can’t keep wearing those rags forever! The bench made an exaggerated groan when she sat on it, causing Nerine to frown. It would be just my luck if it broke now, wouldn’t it…?

As she sat, Nerine reached into the bag containing an assortment of clothing items, until she clutched an oversized sweater. Bundling it into her arms, and buried her face against it. The slightly floral scent of an expensive shopping center still clung to it. It was a great contrast from AZ, who up until the moment she made him bathe, smelled of dirt, sweat, and old clothing. She didn't mind it as much as she should have. Even as she washed his usual rags the night before, she found herself hugging his favourite green scarf.

Though she had invited him to come and visit, she was still surprised when he actually appeared on her doorstep, rain soaked and wall-eyed. Before she heard his knocking, she'd drifted off to sleep while watching her favourite show— a rather frequent experience for her.

Sometimes, she struggled to remember he was once a king. His shabby, pitiful appearance hid a powerful sense of will. The strength to bring his dearest friend back from death, then to spend the next 3000 years searching for her.

She often wondered about him. His lonely existence, his constant longing. A love that was wider than an ocean, and just as deep.

She would be lying if she said she could comprehend his dedication. She loved Floette as well, and always had. But his devotion was something far more powerful than a simple girl like her could wrap her head around.

I care about her as well. His grief when she passed… I felt it as well. Nerine clutched the sweater closer. She remembered the feeling of her arms around his body, and the alarm she felt as his frailness — as if at any moment, he would waste away. I would never wish him apart from her; a symbol of his mother's adoration for him. But I do wonder if there's any room for me in that heart of his. I think there was, once upon a time. But now…

Nerine turned her gaze skywards, where the new moon rose high above. She had made her life full in order to forget her want, but now that things were slow again, she could think of nothing but desire.

With a sigh, she summoned Aries from her Pokeball. Clutching her shopping bag in one hand, she climbed the Corviknight’s back, and ascended into the starry sky.

Back at her home, Nerine pushed open the old manor door, her limbs weary. “It is freezing today…” she sighed.  She kicked off her heels, and tossed aside her vest and the hairbow she wore with her work uniform.

She expected the usual; to be greeted with a mew from Clytie in an otherwise quiet house.To her surprise, her TV was on, playing a dull film. And not only that, the scent that lingered in the air was a delicious one, rich and buttery.

“It smells good in here…” but why…? Curious, she made her way over to the dining room. “Aza…?” She curiously peeked inside the room at first, then a soft oh! escaped her. AZ stood near the dining table, which had been decorated in her finer dishware. Sweet champagne accompanied a plate of pasta that had been set out for her. 

“Nerine…” AZ coughed into his hand, his face reddening. Despite all the work he’d put into preparing dinner for her, he was still dressed in his pajamas.  “Floette and I wished to thank you for your kindness the other night, and so, we have made you dinner. I hope everything is to your tastes…”  “O-oh! That's … that's very sweet of you.” Nerine said. She swayed gently, uncertain of what more to say. She was surprised to even see him, let alone have a home cooked meal from him. “Of course… I am eternally your servant.”

Nerine blushed, her gaze focused down at the floor. “I’m going to go get changed before I sit down and eat, but… here, this is for you.” She thrust the shopping bag into his arms, and watched as AZ’s arms slumped with the weight of it.. He peered into it, his head slightly tilted, and lifted the new scarf she’d purchased from within it.

“I know I probably should have told you what I was planning on doing,” Nerine began,  “But I know you would’ve tried to stop  me. Said it’s something you don’t deserve. Well, to me, it’s not a matter of whether or not you deserve it. It’s simply… something I wanted to do for you as someone who cares about you. I hope you can accept it.”

“Ah… thank you.” He smiled, warm and gentle. She felt her heart racing at the sight of it. “For you, Lady Nerine, I will try to believe that I am worthy of such kindness.” Nerine nodded in response. She was quick to rush off to her bedroom, hoping to hide her own excitement. He does care about me! Her mind was a twisted knot of thoughts, though few were comprehensible to her. I knew that. Of course he cares about me! So why was it so hard to…?

Nerine slipped into her favourite nightgown, intending to match AZ’s own casual style. She laughed to herself, surprised by her own eagerness. It wouldn’t be their first time sharing a meal together, but hopefully it wouldn’t be their last. I hope he knows I appreciate him, too… 

When she returned to the dining room, she found AZ already seated, waiting for her. He glanced at her shoulder, where the strap of her nightgown had fallen aside, then looked away with a cough. She sat across from him, and found she couldn’t keep herself from smiling. “The champion came by today, as well as some of her friends…” Nerine began, “They heard the museum had recently been donated a new painting of you, and wanted to see it…”

After dinner, Nerine had intended to retire for the night. Instead, she was laying in her bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. He stayed for her. He did something kind for her. She had kissed her forehead that morning, and when she sat to join him later, she saw the brief look of desire he’d given her. In his old age, he’d become much more timid. In the past, he was always so eager to sneak away with her. To kiss her in the halls of the palace that saw little use, and hold her close. Of course, she understood why he had changed. 3000 years spent desiring a single thing, and just now relearning how to have other wants. Still, she could not help but to think of the deep contrast between then and now. 

On her bed, Clytie was curled up into a ball, snoring. Nerine reached over to stroke her, and watched as she woke up, then stretched her long body out. “You’ve always been a light sleeper, haven’t you?” she said. “You’ll even wake up if I move even just a little bit.” She reached over, pulling Clytie closer onto her lap. The Espeon mewed in response, her voice pitching as if she were asking a question.

“Do you think he's awake, too? He probably is. His sleep schedule is a mess…” Nerine lifted Clytie above her head. In response, the Espeon made a soft noise of complaint. “Do you think I should go see him? I should, shouldn't I?” 

Nerine set Clytie down beside her, and planted a small kiss onto her forehead before standing up from her bed.

As she predicted, she saw a soft glow from her living room; the sign of the TV still being on. Slowly, she walked over, her footsteps soft so that she would not disturb him. AZ was spread out on her couch, his long legs awkwardly dangling over the floor. On the coffee table, Floette attempted to stay focused on the film they watched together, but was clearly struggling.

When AZ noticed her, he lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement. 

“I was wondering if you would still be awake… I tried to sleep, but as you can see, it didn’t work out…”, she yawned, “what are you watching?”

“I’m not sure,” AZ admitted, and Nerine laughed at his blunt answer.

She pondered for a moment, then came closer to him. Her eyes scanned over his body; from the lazy ponytail he'd put his untamed hair in, to his comfortable sweater which, while oversized, did not fully cover his arms.  Some day, she would take his measurements and get him something custom made, she concluded.

Silently, she crawled into his lap and laid her head against his shoulder. She could feel AZ shift, and suddenly his hand was attached to the back of her head, idly playing with her soft curls.

“I am overjoyed to have you in my arms again,” he sighed. She could feel her face warm at his statement, and the sense of want dripping from his voice. “ when I awoke this morning to find you gone, I felt somewhat distressed...”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” Nerine replied, “I didn’t want to wake you…I know you have trouble sleeping some days.”

“And I would not want you to be late for work for my sake! I will have to refresh myself on your schedule.”

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” Nerine said with a nod, “I have no desire to talk about my job  right now.”

She glanced towards the TV. A romantic scene played as a blood-soaked and haggard warrior embraced his deceased lover, the sickly colour of poison clinging to her lip. When she gazed at Floette laid out on the table, she’d finally fallen asleep.  

“...You know, I expected to come back and find you gone. You never liked to stay in one place for long, especially if it wasn’t a necessity for you.” Nerine drummed her fingers against his shoulder, her voice nearly inaudible. “I didn’t want you to. I hoped you would stay.”

“Is that so?”

“N— not that I would have been upset if you had somewhere else to be! I just…”

“I’m glad,” he interrupted, “I had assumed you would be happier were I to leave; I do not wish to be a bother to you. I am glad that you enjoy my presence.”

“Of course. We’re…” Nerine paused, frowning. “Well, we’re rather close, aren’t we?”

“Very close,” AZ agreed. He lifted her chin so that her gaze would be fixed on him. Her breath hitched, her bottom lip wavering. His thumb brushed gently over her lip, pressing into the soft, pink-toned skin. “I am glad to be close to you, my Nerine.”

She watched his mouth part with an inaudible gasp, as if he'd recalled something. His own eyes gazed back at her with a rare gentleness.

He leaned towards her, and Nerine did the same; their lips met, and Nerine felt electricity running down her spine, filling every small nook of her being. She whimpered against him, and prayed he did not hear it.

“I apologize…” AZ said in a hushed whisper, “I find it difficult to restrain myself around you.”

“It’s…” Nerine began, though her voice cracked. “It’s fine…”

Unsure of what more to say, hid her face in the fabric of his sweater. She could hear him laugh softly before resting his hands on her lower back in a loose hug. It was almost strange. They’d spent so long apart, and yet interacting with him like this… it felt as if she had truly come home. 

…it would be okay if he stayed for just a little bit longer, wouldn't it…?

[1000sunnygo]

Saw someone trying to claim that cora secretly resented his birth dad (too lazy to correctly spell the man’s name) and like nah dude. That’s the main reason he ran away. He still loved his dad and never blamed him. Because I think despite everything he saw his dad as good hearted and correct, just painfully naiive. I sometimes wonder if doflamingo ever truly hated their dad. Resents the hell out of him, hated his actions, blames him for his childhood miseries and stone cold in his murder. But their dad was never presented in a hatable way, at least from my reading.

Agreed, Homing wasn't presented in a hateable way. Oda designed him as an elegant-looking fellow in spite of being a regular Tenryubito and that says enough. The Donquixote couple were the only Celestial Dragons who couldn't be brainwashed into becoming egocentric psychopaths even though they were born and raised at Mariejeoise, they owe some respect.

The criticisms of Homing's personality comes from our own judgement of his character and not from canon narration, shoutout to @eroguron0nsense for this meta summarizing his flaws. Frankly speaking, I think Homing was doomed to die. Being killed by his own son just adds a layer of irony, it wasn't a dignifying way to go.

As for Rosi, he clearly held a high opinion of his father:

"How was such a monster born in the family of such kind hearted mother and father? I don't get it. He's not a human."

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In fact, I doubt Rosi ever pondered about his father's naivety at all. There's no point in digging the faults of a humble father who died long ago, considering that a greater evil (still) existed in their bloodline who inflicted much bigger pain in his childhood. Rosi's most severe loss in his childhood was his parent's deaths, not the lavish life at Mariejeoise.

Point to note is that a six year old's cognitive development is still underway, a ten y/o on old on the other hand, has evolved a lot. Rosi wasn't be able to judge his parent's character the same way his brother could. I've wondered, if Rosi were around Doffy's age, would he be influenced by Doffy's ideas a lot more, like most younger siblings? Probably not, since Rosi's thought process is fundamentally different from Doffy's. He's hotheaded and impulsive, but he's not vengeful. Rosi enlisted as a marine to save civilians in spite of being poorly treated as a child, and knowing that they'd hate him if they knew about his bloodline. I can't imagine Law or Doffy doing the same. Rosi is a humanitarian who held a deep sense of justice (passed from Sengoku and kindhearted parents) - that neither of those two had.

Having a bit of thought experiment, if Law as a child were in Doffy's position, I can see him resenting his father - not for losing the family status but for endangering his family's life (and the death of his mother). But I don't think he would've been manipulated by bad adults into killing his father. I see Rosi's driving force his morality (returned to his brother to stop him to save the civilians), Doffy's is self importance (would throw away anyone for his own cause), and Law's is love (extreme protectiveness of those he loves). No matter what, Law wouldn't be risking the safety (and sanity) of his younger sister.

Back on track... does Doffy truly hate his father?

Yes, he does.. in a complex way. Doffy still considers Homing's actions to be the source of his miseries. But I believe "family" means something profound to Doffy. Regardless of what happened or how much he hates him, Homing is HIS father, and that by default means he's a human of a higher value.

Doffy made this particular way of execution, to shoot with his flintlock, somewhat ritualistic and specific for those he deems as his family. As he said in chapter 769, he sees it as a form of redemption.

"But, I shall forgive you! The same way I forgave my real father and brother: with death!!"

He doesn't want to hate them, so he 'punishes' them and forgives them, which in his self centered mind is a form of entitlement.

The answer got a lot bigger than I expected shdhd thanks for reading my rambling though o7

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it is very long, I got a lot to say apparently lol

❗️They’re all aged up btw! In case you’re all wondering why i’m even redesigning them lol

🐱Chizu Mini Rant: I hate Chizu’s design in the show. Not the clothing more so the body model. I hate that they made her the stereotypical curvy cat girl with a tiny hourglass waist and tiny hands and feet. Really weird proportions, Like we’re going back to the betty boop era but no one else in the show looks like this? (Also, No hate to people who are curvy btw love you) It just doesn’t feel like it belongs in the show. Maybe if she were shorter, it would work better? Idk Also she’s like the only one in a full skin tight suit (like I get animation, but they didn’t even bother giving her implied loose clothes or armor like the other ninjas? Maybe bc she was undercover? but then she should’ve been wearing something closer to the bg character models) It’s like they’re trying to make her sexy but like why?????? for why????

I really liked the concept art of Chizu. She’s got a more sharp/rigid and square silhouette but still some curves (w/o it being weird). She still has tiny hands but her head isn’t the size of a watermelon and her face isn’t super tiny, the proportions are good. She’s all power stanced up lol She looks mean and menacing, someone not to trust or mess with. It’s literally spot on. ✨chef kiss ✨ It’s also probably why they didn’t really go with it, they probably rounded her out to be more appealing for the reveal? or she was hard to animate cause she did have baggier pants idk. Who am I, but a rando with a hard boiled egg for brains.

Art Notes: I took a lot of inspiration from the comics and I did want to keep her iconic red so she was still recognizable & stand out from the neko ninja. I made her a regular black cat! (with the idea of black cats being less likely to be adopted & be strays) (;-;) (I know she was kidnapped but still!! The stray cat vibes!!!) I gave her a more lean and tall figure, kinda like the comics but also to play off of Kistune’s height and it give scrawny stray cat vibes . . . again lol. It’s also a body shape I don’t see a lot in physically strong female characters (or maybe I do and just don’t remember? Idk but she can definitely kick your ass & she’s not here for anybody’s bullshit lol) I gave her the iconic ponytail from the comics along with the comb Kitsune usually wears. I wanted to give her green eyes (bc black cat & red and green) but i just kept them yellow. Maybe i’ll go back and change them. Her outfit is mostly inspired from Karai (bc she’s a ninja from eons ago & the gang is a little more traditional) just (pretend cuz i’m lazy) with traditional Japanese patterns. Chizu definitely got kunais and stars up her sleeves, but bc she doesn’t have to be a ninja anymore, I imagine her more into wearing pretty dresses with patterns and cute things. Stuff she never got to wear/ enjoy as a kid, you know. The show really wants to push her to be a bad ass girl boss who hates everyone and everything and is too cool and edgy for games but idk. I like to think she left the ninja stuff behind her and started living her own life based on exploring things rather than just being the cool ninja with an edgy backstory. I think she uses ninjitsu as a means of self defense but doesn’t like being connected to it b/c of the kidnapping and stuff. (We also see how she doesn’t really care about the tradition of ninjitsu cause during the show, she has no fucking clue what to do with the neko ninja, she just wanted them to stop hurting people and wanted to free the babies lol) Usagi and Kitsune are the ones who indulge her childish side. She wears a lot of red but her favorite color is pink. Kitsune def hypes her up and goes feral when she wears pink.

🦊 Kitsune Mini Rant: I hate Kitsune’s clothes in the show. Idk it just doesn’t look right on her. It’s got no shape it’s got no hiding spots for stolen goods. It’s not Kitsune. I like the concept art fit, it’s really cute. (She looks like a mini tank who will fuck you up in a cute way) but still #1 thing missing. Hiding spots for stolen goods!!! She needs some loose sleeves or flowy clothing like in the comics. (btw: I know it would be harder to animate in the show therefore I accept what they gave her but still!!!)

Art Notes: I’m not too sure about Kitsune’s fit tbh. I’m still workshopping it. She just needs something with loose sleeves! (Like she for sure is stealing shit and putting it up her sleeves, you can’t tell me i’m wrong/ it’s also where she could keep her fans!) I think i’m obsessed with her sleeves cause I imagine her gambling or playing a game of cards with a bunch of dangerous criminals and someone accuses her of cheating and she goes “What?! Me?! No, no. I’m just that good or maybe . . . you’re just that bad-” Then all the stolen cards fall out her sleeves and she just goes -fuck. and it turns into this picture vvv

ANYWAYS!!!! I gave her short hair bc idk, a girls gotta change it up sometime 💅 I actually liked her hair mimicking a fox tail but I feel like she would get bored of it and chop it all off one day. She's definitely the one who cuts and dye’s her hair at 1am then cries about it the next day. She’s got visibly longer ears and sharper face. Kitsune and Usagi wanted to get piercings together cause they’re besties and want to be edgy (she lowkey got it on her left ear to match Chizu) and so they did and Usagi’s Auntie was so PISSED lol. They got chewed out. Her hands and feet should be a little darker but i forgor. Also she’s got dark teal wrappings so it would be hard to tell anyways. I gave her the crop top with buttons from the concept art and the sleeves from the comic. They have the same maple leaf print from her comic too (i’m just lazy) and the cuffs are just lined to mimic the layers she had. She’s got her little pack, she’s also got some more smaller ones on the back (kinda like Leo). She also made a comment about not having money to buy herself shoes so . . . she’s got no shoes lol. It just wrappings under her shin guards. (no shoes just like Leo smh) It helps her be more sneaky tho >:)

Oh and they’re dating but i feel like that’s a given lol. I saw people shipping them at first and it literally went -> *sees ship* Oh they’re shipping the only two main female characters together again- yeah that’s greeeat- *Watches the show* oh. nvm I retract my sarcasm, they’re def gay for each other, thats nice. This is nice -w-

which is pretty funny, cause I think they don't like each other in the comics? (from what I saw in the singles panels I used as a reference at least) Chizu’s legit ready to kill Kitsune lol

Post Note: I totally forgot Chizu chose a bow and arrow as a weapon so now she’s just the stereotypical tall archer . . . i’m gonna go now ;-;

Gen Mini Rant: Holy Moly dudes, he was sooooo hard to draw ;-; I don't hate his design at all, actually it's one I like the most. I just don't like that there's not a lot of contrast on the 3D model and he kind just blends into a purple blob. (for me at least) I defiantly didn't do him justice but that's the best it's gonna get (from me that is.)

Art Notes: Don't look the feet . . . for any of them but mostly Gen lol. I don't really like the purple I chose but every color combo I did just looked bad idk. I can't do color, don't look at me man. Me and purple do not mix. He's still a bounty hunter so I wanted to keep his armor but I wanted him to have a long tail-coat/cape-ish jacket cause he would look cool as hell with one of those >:) (prob not practical but still) I wanted to add elbow and knee pads, but he's a rhino, he can take it. Also how can bad guys hurt him if he's too busy beating them up with his brass knuckles? He's still got his clubs but he likes clanging his fists together. lol His horn grew back! He's also got a goatee and everyone makes fun of him. The gang always threatens to shave it off in his sleep. I took more inspo from the show than the comic cause I don't really know Gen in the comics and what I did find was just miyamoto usagi but purple ;-; (clothes wise)

I wasn’t kidding, I had a lot to say, any survivors?

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[artiiistyxoo]

hellooo!! can you do enhypen reaction to meeting their s/o's parents for the first time? thank you and i love your works <33

AAAAHHHH ofc i can!!! :D hope you enjoy, ty for requesting!!

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enhypen meeting their s/o’s parents

warnings: insecurities, self doubt, negative language (about themselves), mentions of both parents (???) kisses

pairing: idol!enha x gn!reader

authors note: hii! thank you for requesting. i got a little bit lazy towards the end ( SORRY). each member has from 3-6(??) paragraphs

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jungwon

jungwon wold definitely be over the moon to meet your parents. he asked about meeting them on your second date together, hinting that he wanted things between the two of you to work out. so here you were the next day, outside of your house.

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

heeseung

heeseung wouldn’t be as nervous and some of the other members. he had seen photos and videos of you and your parents and they had seen him on tv and everywhere on social media. when you told them you were dating heeseung, they quite literally begged to meet him.

heeseung tapped his foot nervously on the floor of the small cafe, waiting for you and your parents to arrive. he had made sure to get there earlier so the meeting wouldn’t be as awkward. a few minutes later, you stepped into the cafe, your parents following behind you with subtle smiles. heeseung ahead was full of thoughts, positive and negative. you instantly rushed up to him, engulfing him in a big hug before pecking his cheek and giving him a bright smile.

your mom followed you with a smile almost identical to yours while your dad just lingered around. he wasn’t going to deny that he thought heeseung was much more attractive in real life, which he brought up over a cup of coffee. your mother learnt that he knows how to cook, clean and pretty much do a lot of housework, meaning he would definitely be at your house alot. your dsd just seemed to take a liking to him, complimenting him about almost everything he did.

jay

jay definitely calls you when he was on the way to your house, mumbling something about how worried he was. jay believed that he wasn’t going to be the best image of a boyfriend to your parents for some reason. that’s why he decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store, picking up some fresh flowers and a few small snacks that he knew you liked.

springing up out of bed at the sound of your front door being knocked on, you rushed down the stairs to reach the door before your parents. clearly, you weren’t fast enough. your mother let out a gasp, causing your heart to drop. surely jay wasn’t wearing something that would give the wrong impression. you stepped to the side next to your mom who instantly stepped forward, engulfing jay in a tight hug.

how did he know your mom loved tulips? weird. you raised your eyebrows at him before he was let go from the bone crushing hug.

“ is this your boyfriend?” your mother asked you, spinning around on her heel before lacing an arm around jays shoulder to pull him inside from the cold winter air outside. you nodded, smiling from the face jay had displayed (☺️ what a cutie)

“ welcome to the family jay” you whispered to him when your mother took the flowers off him, giving him the sweetest smile she could muster up before rushing off to find a vase for them.

jake

poor baby would be so so so worried. jake would constantly ask you if you were sure if your parents would like him which you answered yes to every single time. jake just couldn’t felt but to worry.

he wiped his shaky palms against his pants, waiting for somebody to come and open the front door of your house. was your door always this big? did you house always look so intimidating? it definitely didn’t look like this when he would pick you up, right? jake instantly pulled himself out of his thoughts when the front door opened, followed by a greeting.

jake bowed his head out of instinct, looking up to meet eyes with your dad. jake gulped, fiddling with his hands nervously until you popped your head out from behind your dad with a giddy smile. as if it was contagious, jake started to loosen up, smiling already. “ welcome, come in” your dad said, giving jake a very small but noticeable smile. your mom rushed out of the kitchen, towards you and jake who had lagged behind your dad who was headed to the living room.

“ welcome jake! we have heard so much about you. i’m glad we can finally meet you” your mom said, bowing her hair when jake turned around, only for him to stumble awkwardly and then do the same thing, pulling a giggle from both you and your mom.

sunghoon

sunghoon had not a single worry in his soul when walking you home from a date. the reason being was because he had no idea he was meeting your parents. to be fair, you didn’t know that he was meeting them either.

as the two of you stood infront of your front door, he leaned down to kiss you as a way of bidding goodbye. “ thanks for the date tonight, i really enjoyed it” he mumbled, staring down at you until his attention was brought to the front door of your house. your hands were in his so how could you open the-

“ ah! mom, y/n’s kissing their boyfriend!!!” your brother called out, instantly running away from the door at the sound of your moms voice. you turned around, still holding one of sunghoon hands in yours. he looked absolutely petrified. you giggled, poking his cheek before tugging him towards the door.

“ might aswell make a good first impression and fix it up hm?” you said, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him just as your dad walked out of the kitchen, followed by your mom. welp, this would be a fun story for the grandchildren.

sunoo

this baby would be so whiny and pouty before meeting them, claiming they wouldn’t like him. that was until he met them. you’d say he liked them more than you if you knew any better!

sunoo whined, tugging on your arm as you pulled him out of your bedroom. “ please don’t make me do this!!” he whined, clicking his tongue when you turned around to stare at him. there was no way he would win with you. he sighed in defeat, stumbling down the stairs behind you as you walked towards the living room where your parents had just settled down from a day out.

“ mom, dad! sunoo is here” you said so casually, as if they already knew him. and to be fair, they did. he was all you talked about anyways. you could hear shuffling around before your mom met the two of you in the hallway. sunoo let go of your sleeve, bowing at her at almost a 90 degree angle…. yeah. he chuckled, bowing her head slightly back at him.

when sunoo stood back up, his whole face was a bright red, earning another giggle from you and your dad who had watched the whole thing from behind your mom. cute. “ let’s get you some water. you look very.. red” your dad teased, chuckling before patting him on the back and gesturing to the kitchen.

ni-ki

niki would probably be the most chill in the sense that he would relax around your parents depending on how much he thought they liked him. of course, it didn’t mean that he treated them like friends but he definitely wasn’t over formal * cough sunoo*

niki rang your doorbell, looking up at the ceiling over your front door before biting down on the inside of him cheek. he shuffled in his face, looking at the face that peeked through the door when it opened. “ hi, nice to meet you. i’m niki, y/n’s boyfriend” he blurted out, bowing slightly as the door opened wider, revealing you and the both of your parents staring at him. your mother was first to make a move, placing a hand in his shoulder.

“ come inside sweets, it’s cold out here huh.” she said, earning a small hum from niki. “ yeah it is pretty cold” he responded, glancing over at your dad who was almost his height. niki gave him a sweet smile and got one in return, making a sense on comfort fill his stomach. he was so glad that he already felt welcomed and accepted when though he had barely stepped into the house.

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hii!! please let me know what you thought about this! i think it was a super duper cute concept and any feedback would be super duper highly appreciated!! have s good day and take care of yourself :)

[the-illiterate-pirate]

La Squadra NSFW headcanons because I'm feral ♡

Cut for length (and content ofc)

Risotto

- Literally one of the most vanilla guys you'll meet in the Mafia. Don't get me wrong my man has his kinks but he's pretty bare bones

- Contrary to popular belief he's not a big fan of blood play and doesn't like to mix work with intimate affairs. He does have a bit of an oral fixation (giving and receiving) and really likes saliva though

- His member is pretty average sized actually. I mean compared to this mountain of a man it may look a bit small but trust me, he knows how to use it

- Does in fact have a cock piercing. It's a magic cross, have fun looking that up. Apparently it helps stimulate too

- His favorite position is cowgirl

Prosciutto

- Sleeps around a lot tbh but really wants to settle down with a special someone after leaving the gang

- Honestly I would not trust him with aftercare he thinks it's lighting a cigarette with a glass of (insert liquor because idk wtf Italians drink)

- Super lazy but can be a really good brat tamer if you push him

- Doesn't have a daddy kink but loves being called "Sir" and likes a power imbalance

- Will smack that ass and it will hurt

- Will fall asleep after finishing his glass but will at least offer to cuddle

Pesci

- Dreams of becoming the perfect man in bed. But I mean he's already got 5/5 stars with aftercare so he's halfway there. Like he can be buck naked and shaking but he'll still ask you if you're okay and try to comfort you afterwards

- Has the BIGGEST dick in the group I won't take criticism or notes my man is PACKING HEAT he just doesn't know how to use it (yet) take caution

- Low-key a masochist and likes to be bossed around but can be a little fragile, please be good and make sure to check up on him uwu. If things get too heavy he might try to force himself to do something to the point he ruins the experience for himself :( communication is key with him

- On a lighter note he VERY MUCH enjoys queening/kinging and will gladly let you sit on his face

- PRAISE HIM PLEASE HE'S A GOOD BOY TRYING HIS BEST AND HE NEEDS TO KNOW IT

Formaggio

- Okay yes he likes pet play are you happy. Luckily he's a major bisexual switch so it can go both ways. He likes being your good puppy <3

- STOP GIVING RISOTTO THE SIZE KINK WHEN IT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO THIS KING HIMSELF. He WILL use his Stand on you when you least expect it because he's an ass this is your warning

- Like stated before big switch energy, is a nasty dom when he wants to be but will only bottom if you soft dom him because he does not believe in equality

- He FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY afterwards and he SNORES because he HATES HIS S/O /j

- Also really loves oral and giving sloppy head. Mf DROOLS EVERYWHERE

Illuso

- Likes to act like a bad bitch but loves when he gets pampered like he will melt if you play with his hair

- Another switch (like most of the JoJo cast but whatever) but it's easier for him to bottom because he's lazy.

- LOVES receiving overstimulation for some reason like suck this man dry until he cries he'll be living it up. Safe words exist for a reason and he use it to his (dis)advantage

- VOICE KINK !! All types of noises from you can get him off. With good ole' Lulu it's important to be vocal, tell him how you feel, make noise, dirty talk, the whole nine yards

- Has a little issue with self worth so like praise this baby, worship this baby, he'll be in heaven

- Shockingly? Pretty good with aftercare

Ghiaccio

- Oh my god it's so easy for him to get overwhelmed and he HATES IT I'm begging for your sake treat him gently

- Easy to fluster because he's pretty new to relationship stuff and he'll need you to show him the ropes. You could very well be one of his first, sex is very intimate for him and he'd like to stick with one person

- Low-key bites

- Due to Stand reasons his limbs are very cold, he will use this against you

- I said Risotto was vanilla but man Ghia might take the cake, he's a bit of a stiff when it comes to the bedroom, but that isn't always bad. He likes good old missionary and making sure he takes care of you, but if he's overly stressed he'll give you the reigns for the night

- If all goes well, and he isn't overstimulated, sex actually really helps him relax, he's a lot more bubbly afterwards and likes to stay up with you, talking, drinking water (but not eating anything because he refuses to have crumbs in the bed)

Melone

- Has the WEIRDEST fixation on bodily fluids like I get where he's coming from but WHY

- As smooth as a baby. Everywhere. We think he waxes but we haven't seen proof yet. He's also got a pretty dick.

- Ribbons, ropes, chains, leather, he's a really big fan of restraints as long as there's a safe word and you're both on the right track

- Totally down to try anything, just ask. He's eager to please.

- Yes.... He has a breeding kink. He wants a big family

- Idk what you call it but pls pls pls let him suck on your titties while you jerk him off. He can die happily

- Really likes the 69 position (with him on top)

Sorbet & Gelato

- Buy one get one free, you cannot get one without the other let's make that clear. They're both sadistic meanies and will not let you top

- Double penetration or spit roasting is a MUST

- Being in a relationship with each other for so long they've gotten good with aftercare, Gelato is more touchy feely while Sorbet is all about snacks and vitamins

- Sorbet bites, Gelato fucking claws. They're both very into marking you up everywhere and love the embarrassment they get from you

- They love you, they really do... But sometimes they can get a little caught up in the moment with their own makeout sessions

- Afterwards you all just collapse into a pile of limbs lol

[6okuto-moved]

— asra relationship headcanons

gn!reader, switches between he/they pronouns for asra

warnings: none :-)

note from nia: i love asra sm like it's okay if he's a gemini guys. i'd say i can fix him but he doesn't need fixing. if asra has a million number of fans, then i am one of them. if asra ha-

whenever you walk into the room, he gets the biggest smile and beckons you over. he has such a lovestruck look on his face that everyone else in the room is either going "aww" or "oh my god please stop"

they like using pet names just to tease you — baby, darling, bub, love, sweetheart. if you use one on them they get immensely happy

whenever there's a holiday coming up he brings out matching pyjama sets for the both of you. halloween, christmas, valentine's - he's Ready. if you don't celebrate, he still has sets that you bring out randomly! it's then immediately titled a self-care relaxing kind of day/evening

they have a specific ringtone for you (one of your favourite songs) so that they always pick up no matter what they're doing

he loves when you guys do self-care together!! he'll help you push back any hair and put on a facemask, asking you to do the same for him

they really like showering/bathing with you. loves washing your back and hair :[ they also have a bunch of bath bombs

sometimes they cook breakfast when they wake up before you and bring it to you in bed (other times they'll lay there and wait for you to wake up)

lazy days are his favourite because he gets to sleep in with you. you often wake up to him looking at you, running his hand through your hair or tracing shapes on your back

they always always kiss you on the forehead and hug you before heading out

he takes photos of any pets being walked and sends them to you

all he says is "dog :)"

loves posting about you if you let them. they do those trends of posting their s/o on their story and are so proud about it.

his posts are like, random things with no context, jokes, and then photo dumps of (the two of) you

they're proud of anything and everything you do. you made a new painting? they love it and will point out all their favourite details. you wrote a new song or poem? they'll hum the tune as they work and talk about their favourite lines. you took some new photos you really like? they'll offer to get them printed and put them up. you crocheted something for them? they're wearing it the next time you go out. the most supportive partner ever

they wrap their scarf around you when it's cold

he'll also hold and breathe on your hands to warm them up

they can be big or little spoon, they enjoy both equally

they love kissing your knuckles. and forehead. and cheeks. and lips. they just really like kissing you

he's always up for giving you piggy back rides if you're tired

and if you ever decide to try surprising/pranking him by jumping into his arms, he will drop whatever he was holding to catch you. will spin you around and say "well hello there"

they always get panicky when you injure yourself, even if it's small

he has the silliest bandaids he could find at the store for small cuts (he takes larger injuries more seriously). hello kitty, barbie, hot wheels — there are literally no regular bandaids in your house unless you buy them yourself.

they bring back little trinkets from their travels for you and now there's an entire area on your dresser dedicated for them

you guys always get a mug/glass from the places you visit so your cupboards are full of mismatching ones

he's always holding your hand when you go out

if someone starts bothering you they pull you behind them and ask how they can help with the fakest smile

likes pda in the sense that he'll hold your hand while walking, but if you decided to grab his face and kiss him in the middle of the street, he'd be totally okay with it. might grin or smirk after tbh

one of their favourite dates was actually really simple: you made bracelets for each other!

he put charms with your favourite colours and animal on it. there's a little "ILY <3" in the middle. he never takes his bracelet off.

you know those bridges where you can lock a lock with your initials and stuff? there is definitely a brightly coloured lock somewhere with your names (+faust c:)

they also like doing escape rooms. every time you walk in they dramatically gasp and say "oh no! we're stuck in here together alone for the foreseeable future! what are we going to do mc?"

also?? thrifting dates are always fun because he picks out objectively the worst/most dramatic pieces there but still pulls it off. it's like those tiktoks where they try to make a bad outfit but you can't help but say "well hold on,"

ok last 'date' idea is walks at night. usually there isn't that many people around and they get to dance and spin you down the street with no worries :[

they always bring you to those mini photo booths when they spot one. the wall by your bed filled with photos now

drunk asra gets very giggly, loud, and clingy. like a big koala.

drunk asra also likes doing things that would get them in trouble (more than usual) so if you don't stop them, no one will.

asra uses kaomojis (emojis like (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡) and they alway draw them on sticky notes as well as little notes/reminders for you to find around the shop

after a long day of helping customers and tending to the shop, they drag you upstairs to cuddle and will not let go

if it was more of a frustrating rather than exhausting day, he refuses to end the day like that. he'll do whatever it takes — tickle you, have a little dance party, go for a walk, take a bath, it's always a toss up

if he ever catches you crying alone, he feels his heart break. he walks up to you and gently asks if you'd like his company. he'll pull you into his chest and runs his hand up and down your back, whispering kind affirmations and reassurances — "you'll never have to go through today again, i promise."

never forces you to talk but reminds you he's there if you need him

knows when you're burnt out and makes you to take a break

if you're super anxious about something, he'll do whatever he can to help with it while calming you down. he'll help you work past your comfort zone if you ask, but he knows your boundaries and never pushes you to do something you don't want to

they like when you paint their nails fun colours :)

you guys have so many blankets and pillows it'd be shocking if you didn't have a fort built somewhere

there's also a lot of pillow fights

you guys just like doing dumb stuff. sliding around with socks on, trying out couple tiktok trends, trying to cook without a recipe. it's a very fun relationship <3

they remember basically every single detail you share

it makes for great birthday presents because they'll remember that really specific thing you mentioned like 4 months prior

they like opening doors for you, sometimes teasing you by bowing and going "my liege"

he likes playing co-op games with you! open world games, indie games kind of thing. also stuff like overcooked despite the chaos that ensues

he won't hesitate to compete against you in like, super smash bros or something though. he's somehow good at uno even though it relies a lot on luck??

like anytime you get together with friends someone is getting +4 and it is Not asra (probably julian tbh)

asra hates whenever you two argue. they've gotten better at trusting you and working together rather than for you, but they're still scared sometimes. arguments don't last too long as you realize each of you just want to help and protect each other. they hug you really tight while exchanging apologies.

has most definitely had long talks with his parents about you and the future he envisions with you — whatever that entails. honestly could not care less if they decide to tell you about it, he's very open about wanting to spend his life together.

"yes i did say that. do you have any problems with it?"

[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

[honeymilktea-writings]

May I request something about a Yautja who has an Autistic/Neuro-Divergent mate? I’m sure there are likely to be some cute or comical situations with how we Autistic people view the world. ^^ Have a great day!

A/N OMG HI YES I LOVE THIS!!! I personally am not autistic, but i am neuro-divergent (#severeADHDgang) so this ask is sending me to cloud 9!!!!!!! Idk this might end up being more ADHD based than anything-- if it is im so sorry 😭

Nauro-divergent S/O

for starters, your mate ADORES the random bursts of energy, it ~spices~ up the day, like just going from a lazy day in bed to suddenly, BOOM LETS GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING

really takes note of your current hyperfixations so they can talk to you about it, no matter what it is!

When you suddenly hyper-focus on something, it confuses them. One moment yall could be having a conversation while you fidget with something, to suddenly you quit replying and you are just insanely focused on the thing you are fidgeting

While they may find it confusing, they do end up also getting hyper-focused on watching you do whatever it is you're doing

a majority of the random antics yall get into happens whenever you suddenly change the topic in a conversation. It always leads to some weird adventure or an odd moment where one of yall are trying to prove/disprove the other person's weird statement, they find it endearing

freaked out once when they found you rearranging the entire bedroom because you impulsively decided you didn't like the way it looked anymore

they become your impulse control

You want to throw away all your clothes and redo your entire closet? they hit you with the "Do you really want to, or did you see a video/photo that made you want to try it on spot?"

random notes from Jasper rq, but I could really use that-- I need to stop impulsively dying my hair and giving myself stick-n-pokes

anyways back to the hcs

If you take medication then they will remind you every morning/night to take them

they just want you to be at your healthiest :)

if anyone gives you any shit for your neuro-divergency, then your beloved mate will have a few... words with said person, no one is allowed to make you feel bad bout yourself!!

if you start getting self-conscious because of the mean thing said, or even just naturally, then they will be at your side comforting you and telling you that it doesn't matter if you're neuro-divergent or neuro-typical, they love you no matter what and all your little quirks make them love you more

your #1 supporter

[lolibles]

A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

[dreadysficrecs]

Stucky Fic Rec List #35

Tuesday, May 3

🧶Heckin' Chunker for Love by canistakahari - [Teen; 2,7k words]

[Modern AU; Meet-Cute; Cats; Fluff and Humour]

On the inside of the big floor to ceiling window of the office across the street, someone has used Post-it Notes to spell out a message:

W H A T I S Y O U R C A T ’ S N A M E ?

🌼Alpine Barnes and the First Date by lavenderbucky - [Gen; 1,1k words]

[Modern AU; Alpine; POV Alpine; First Dates; Fluff and Humour]

Alpine Barnes watches her owner get ready for a date with a mysterious guy he's met on a dating app.

🍒hear your call by @silentwalrus1 - [Explicit; 6,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; BDSM; Kink Negotiation; Spanking; Humiliation; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Mean Top Steve Rogers; Dom/Sub Undertones]

“You can be rougher,” Bucky says. “If you want.”

They’re about four minutes post orgasm and Steve is still trying to figure out where his legs are. “Muh?”

🖤 a maniac's new love song (punish you for pleasure and pleasure you with pain) by @voxofthevoid - [Explicit; 15k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Dimension Travel; Threesome; Selfcest; BDSM; Dom/Sub; Mean Dom Steve; Humiliation; Cock Cages; Dirty Talk; Face Slapping; Voyeurism; Sharing; Under-Negotiated Kink; Prayer Circle for Bucky's Asshole; Possessive Sex; Marathon Sex]

Bucky doesn’t plan any of it. But he’s kind of an impulsive guy, and when he sees an opportunity waving its nice, strong arms at him, he leaps into them.

The door to the guest room is open when Bucky passes by on the way to the laundry room. His sideways glance is an absent, instinctual thing, right up to the point he sees James’s half-naked body and stops in his tracks.

Bucky knows he’s hot, alright? Sure, there were all those years when he didn’t—couldn’t—give a fuck about attractiveness and attraction because he was a squid-puppet, but vanity was quick to come back once he stopped being a brainwashed piece of ass in bondage leather. Steve helped, mostly because he kept looking at Bucky like he wanted to eat him alive.

Point is, he knows he’s hot, but it’s one thing to whistle at his own reflection and another to look at his alternate self from another universe and think, “Mm, I’d ride that.”

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Bucky seduces himself. Steve has a thing or two to say about that.

🐾Claw My Way to Your Heart by wearing_tearing - [Teen; 6,5k words]

[Modern AU; Veterinarian Steve; War Veteran Bucky; Kittens; Fluff; Getting Together; Happy Ending]

“You didn’t name your pet?” Dr. Rogers raises an eyebrow at him, obviously amused.

“She’s not my pet,” Bucky argues, and the look Dr. Rogers gives him makes it clear he knows Bucky is lying.

🧸unlikely allies by plincess_cho - [Gen; 3,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Alpine; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Fluff and Angst; Hurt/Comfort]

Bucky goes deep undercover, leaving Steve and Alpine to cope with his absence.

🌞Good Gracious by zetsubonna - [Explicit; 1,9k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; PWP; Hot Weather; Bottom!Steve; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Rimming; Dirty Talk; Rough Oral Sex]

Fic request: Bucky/Steve lazy summer day. It's too hot and they are sweating and they are dirty but they can't stop touching each other and it is filthy and wonderful.

🥞 love is like (a heat wave) by obsessivereader - [Explicit; 4k words]

[Canon Divergence; Friends to Lovers; A/B/O; Alpha!Steve x Omega!Bucky; Mutual Pining; Getting Together; Forced Heat; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Knotting; Happy Ending]

“What happened?” Steve asks.

“Fuck if I know. They sprayed me with something. Made my heat came on just like that.” Bucky snaps his fingers. “Then Rumlow walked in already in rut.” His grin is savage. “I guess they thought I’d be too out of my head to say no.”

“You said no?” Steve guesses. He’s not ashamed to admit that his knees are more than a little weak with relief that Hydra’s plan failed.

“With a punch to the dick.”

Steve laughs and nuzzles Bucky’s temple, drawn in by his scent. “No wonder he couldn’t stand straight.”

“Not a good day for Rumlow. I broke his dick, you broke his face.”

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Bucky's gone into a forced heat and needs Steve to knot him. Steve's been secretly in love with Bucky since they were kids. That's it. That's the fic.

🏅Sacked by @maddiewritesstucky - [Explicit; 1,2k words]

[Modern AU; College AU; PWP; Quarterback Steve; Locker Room Sex; Shower Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Rough Sex; Bottom!Steve; Dom/Sub Undertones; Slapping; Biting; Humiliation; Taunting; Dirty Talk]

It’s mortifying, the way Steve’s desperate whimpers and bone-deep groans are pinballing off the tile with such force, they can’t not be spilling out into the gym. It doesn’t matter that the rest of the team filtered out a half hour ago and there’s no one around to hear it; Bucky is knocking loose sounds from behind Steve’s clenched teeth that he’s sure must be echoing all the way across campus.

It’s fucking reckless, and Steve’s burning pure kerosene in his veins for it.

☄️pretty baby you have me (so weak) by @theycallmeinevitable - [Explicit; 10,6k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Angst With a Happy Ending; Injuries; Kink Discovery; Daddy Kink; Dom/Sub; Rimming; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Pet Names; Praise Kink; Gentle Sex; Crying; Dacryphilia]

Daddy….

Steve sighs deep and slow as the word filters through the fog of his sleep.

Daddy, please….

He blinks his eyes, brow furrowing as his vision adjusts to the dark of the bedroom in the small hours of the morning. The clock says four.

There’s the loveliest huff of a moan beside him, and he rolls to his side to find Bucky deep in sleep. His red lips are parted as he dreams, lashes fluttering so prettily as his metal hand fists in Steve’s pillow.

He’s making sweet wounded noises that sound all too familiar, and Steve cracks a wry smile when he imagines what kinds of dreams Bucky might be having. He’s about ready to wake him up to love on him when Bucky speaks again.

“Daddy,” he breathes.

Steve’s heart stops. The smile slides off his face as his eyes go wide. What?

[starryevermore]

just like her: i feel a responsibility (5) ✧ andy barber

just like her ✧ an andy barber series | ao3

pairing: dark!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: andy interferes with your love life. 

word count: 2,043

warning(s): cheating, pet name (teach), not proofread

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Spending time with Frank almost felt right. While nothing serious would ever come of it, you liked the carefree nature of it all. You didn’t have to stress. You didn’t have to worry. All you had to do was follow your emotions and your desires. You didn’t have to think when you were with Frank. And for someone who had to always be on your A-game, that was really nice. 

Which was why you were more and more frequently inviting Frank over to spend the night. And, given the fact that it was midterm season, you were in desperate need for some stress relief. 

“Hawaiian print looks good on you,” Frank said, giving you a wink.

You’d put on his shirt when you woke up, too lazy to find an actual shirt. It was still an obnoxious print, but it was a soft fabric and it smelled like him. You fought the urge to lift the collar to your nose and inhale his scent. “I still think you should wear a different shirt when we go out,” you said. 

“Why? It won you over, didn’t it?”

“What won me over was a desperate need to get laid, and to show An—him, that I don’t need him.”

Frank raised a brow, almost like he didn’t believe you. But he focused on the breakfast he insisted on making. It wasn’t anything particularly special. A bowl of Special K and eggs. But it almost made butterflies flutter around in your tummy. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had something for you. “I’ll pretend I believe that. Anyways, how’s midterms coming along?”

“Pretty sure I bombed Torts, but Contracts went pretty well. We at least had open book, open notes for that. But I’ve got Property and Civ Pro left, and I’m not too sure how I’ll do on those.”

“Hey, none of that self-doubt. You’re gonna do amazing,” Frank said, taking a step forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Careful, Frankie, or I’m gonna think you actually care about me,” you teased. 

“And what if I—”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

You jumped, whipping around to look at the door. Were you expecting company? You didn’t remember inviting anyone over. Not that you had a lot of friends to—Oh shit. You looked back at Frank, your eyes wide. “Shit. I forgot Andy was supposed to come over to study.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I gotta head out soon anyways. They scheduled a faculty meeting,” Frank said, kissing the top of your head. 

“On a Saturday? Those monsters!” you said, faking a gasp. “You should quit.”

“Yeah? Then what would I do?” he asked, smirking slightly.

“Be my live-in whore,” you said, hopping down from the barstool. “Now go find a shirt.”

“What? You afraid your friend’s gonna get jealous?”

You laughed, but it didn’t feel right. While Frank had known that you were trying to make Andy jealous, it didn’t feel right to joke about it. Even with the dream of being with Andy was floating further and further away, you still didn’t want to let it go. And you were afraid that him seeing Frank at your apartment could ruin it. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find a shirt,” Frank said.

He walked off to your room while you walked over to the door. You took a deep breath, reaching out for the door knob, slowly turning it, opening the door to reveal none other than Andy Barber. 

He looked happy to see her, his pretty blue eyes lit up. But as he looked down, realizing you were wearing a man’s shirt, his smile began to disappear. “We still on to study?” Andy asked, his voice low, like he was trying to keep his anger at bay. 

“Yeah, yeah!” you said, your voice going slightly higher.

“...You forgot. Didn’t you?”

It hurt to see the pained look in his eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “No, no! No at all. It’s just—”

You lost your voice as Frank came up behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, call me when you want me to come over again, okay?”

“O-Okay.”

Frank looked at Andy, nodding his head, before brushing past him. Andy stood frozen as Frank walked down the hall before he looked back to you, anger flooding the pain in his eyes. “Oh, so that’s what more important?”

“Andy—”

“No, no, I get it!” he said, throwing his hands up in the air. “You got a man now, you don’t have time for your best friend anymore. I get it! It’s fine!”

“No, it’s not—” You sighed, your hands gripping your hair as you tried to figure out what to say. “Andy, I still want to be your friend. Hang out with you, study with you.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’ve been blowing me off for the last week? Why I come here and you’ve clearly forgotten about our plans because you’d rather be getting fu—”

“That’s not fair, Andy!” you said. “Look, I’m allowed to see someone if I want to.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s fair that you throw our friendship under the bus for it!” Andy shook his head, looking away from you. “Can’t I at least know why? Why you’re choosing his ass over mine?”

“Be…Because, I can’t be your friend, Andy,” you said, the confession tumbling out before you could stop it. “I really, really, really fucking like you, but you’re engaged, and I can’t open myself up to that kind of heart ache. I can’t pine after a guy I know I’ll never have. I-I need to put you behind, because I can’t daydream about a life I know I’ll never have. I can’t be in that position. I’ve been on Laurie’s side before. I know how much it hurts when the person you love most is with someone else and I just can’t be that person. And while things aren’t serious with Frank, at least I know that—”

He cut you off, reaching out and cupping your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours. Everything in your body was telling you to jerk away, to get away from him, to stop this. Because you couldn’t be doing this. Every fiber in your being was screaming that you couldn’t be doing this. But…you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into him, from enjoying the way your lips meshed together so well. 

All too quickly, though, he was pulling away, resting his forehead on yours. “Stop seeing him.”

He could have told you to kill someone and you would have done it. 

“I’ll figure out how to end things with Laurie,” he said. “You’re the one I want. The only one I want. Just end things with him.”

“I will. I promise.”

You tapped your fingers on your desk, looking over at your phone. You wanted to pick it up. To give him a call. You had a genuine need for it, after all. But you didn’t want to look too needy. For it to be a simple mistake that you could’ve fixed on your own. ‘Cause then you’d be making a fool of yourself. And the last thing you wanted was to make him think badly of you. 

God, you felt like you were in high school again. Trying to figure out what you should do when you had a crush on someone. The dos, the don’ts. Where was the confidence you had worked so hard to develop over the last several years? Where was the strong, powerful woman you’d become?

Finally, you grabbed the phone, dialing the number to Jensen’s office. 

“Yellow,” he greeted. “Jensen here to service all your tech needs. How may I help you?”

“Hey, J,” you said, cringing slightly to yourself. Was it okay to give him a nickname? Was that appropriate? Were you unknowingly overstepping a boundary? “Uh, my laptop just went kaput. Screen went grey, then the whole thing went down. I, uh, was wondering if you could come down and try to salvage it?”

“Sure thing, teach!” he said. You practically see his smile. “Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll be right there.”

Jensen arrived faster than you expected, a quiet knock on your open door as he poked his head inside your office. “Hiya teach! Your tech whore is here!”

“My tech whore?” you repeated, unable to hold in your laugh. “I think I mean tech wiz.”

“Nah, I’m definitely your whore,” he said, walking up to your desk. “So, where’s the bad girl that needs punished?”

You laughed, snorting, as you got up so he could take your seat and work on your laptop. “You’re a dork, J.”

“You love it though,” he said with a wink as he sat down, opening your laptop and getting to work. 

“You have no idea.”

You watched him as he worked, swaying on your feet while you waited. You weren’t sure if you should keep talking to him, or if that would distract him from his work. In the end, you decided to stay quiet, taking the moment to admire him in his natural habitat. 

But, as you watched him, another knock came at your door. Your TA poked her head in, smiling as she held up another bouquet of flowers. “Your secret admirer sent you something,” she sang. 

Jensen’s head shot up, looking at the flowers in your TA’s hands. His brows furrowed together as he looked between the bouquet and you. You swallowed hard as you took the flowers from her hands, thanking her for dropping them off.

“Secret admirer?” he repeated. 

“It’s no one,” you said quickly.

“No one.” He didn’t seem like he quite believed it. He let out a sigh, looking up at your with his soft blue eyes. “Look, if I’ve misread the signals, please tell me. Because, if you’re into someone else, please don’t lead me on—”

“What? No!” you said. “I’m not…It’s not…Do you remember that ex I told you about? The one who’s email you blocked?”

He nodded. 

“He’s…been sending me flowers. He’s obsessive, I don’t know.” You took a step closer to Jensen. “I can promise you that you’re the only one I want. If I could get rid of this guy, I would. But I…He keeps showing up every few years. It’s like I can’t escape him. And I know that’s a lot, and if you don’t want to deal with that, that’s fine. I won’t hate you if you decide to back out.”

Jensen stood up, pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you tight, and you finally let yourself relax. Being in his arms felt right. Felt safe. Like no one could hurt you there. “Teach, I’ve been through hell and back before. This ex of yours isn’t going to scare me away. If anything, it makes me want to show you how you deserve to be treated.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Will you let me? I’ll take you out somewhere nice, if you want. Spoil you. Show you how it feels when you’re with the right guy.”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot, actually,” you said. 

“Great. I’ll, uh, text you the details later, then?” 

“That sounds great,” you said, pulling out of the hug and smiling up at him. “Thank you. It means a lot to me.”

“Ain’t a problem, teach,” he said. “I, uh, got your laptop in working order. Shouldn’t cause you any more problems.”

“My hero,” you praised. “Thank you again.”

He smiled at you, bidding you goodbye, and left you alone in your office. You looked down at the flowers, sighing. Couldn't Andy take a hint? Just leave you alone? You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want him. Not after everything he did to you. Never again.

You dropped the flowers in the trash can, not bothering to read the attached note.

But the threat that was inscribed there remained true regardless of whether you read it or not. It read:

Sunshine, 

I know I’ve left you for so many years, but that doesn’t mean you can run off with another man… Leave him now, and he won’t get hurt… Do you understand? You’re mine, and I’m not afraid to let everyone know it.

Regards, Andy Barber

[weaselbrownie]

distractions | g.w

george weasley x fem!reader

summary : george needs your attention but you are too busy with your school duties

warning : NSFW! 18+! smut, swearing, degradation (tiny bit), praising, cockwarming, dom!george (mostly?), breeding kink, choking, slapping (once)

word count : 3.2k

a/n : I tried to do sub!george but my fingers slipped whoops, honestly tho this is the second time this has happened ugh 

Snape's unbearable voice droned on and on as you tried your hardest not to close your heavy eyes. It was the last period and everyone was tired, put that and Snape together in a boiling potions classroom, you get disaster. 

You were sitting next to George and Lee in one of the many round tables scattered around the classroom. George was tracing his fingers up your thigh, making out lazy shapes as he too was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. 

Just as you were about to give up the bell finally rang. You shoot out of your stool along with George, Lee, and Fred and jog quickly out of the classroom to get some cool air. The four of you walked in a line to go back to the Gryffindor common room, chatting about the latest gossip at school. 

When you got in the common room you told the boys you wanted to head up and study for an upcoming test tomorrow and they let you go, well except George, he insisted to come up with you to 'study' and you know well that it will end up with none of you actually studying, knowing the consequences you let his come along anyways– too tired to put up a fight right now. 

As you got to your dorm George quickly collapsed on your bed, taking off his robe and loosening his tie in the process. You however didn't come anywhere near your bed, immediately sitting in front of your desk and taking out a few textbooks and your quill. 

"You're really studying?" George asked from behind you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow showing his veiny arms.

"Uh– Yes?" You scoffed back at your boyfriend with a slight chuckle. 

George didn't answer as he watched you take off your robe and school jumper, untucking your white button-up before loosening your tie and undoing the top 3 buttons on your shirt. He couldn't see anything as you had your back to him but he already knew the view, considering it was already printed permanently on his mind. You turned around in your chair to toss the clothing onto your bed, your cleavage coming to view– littered in fresh purple bruises. 

George's breath hitched as dirty images from the night before filled his mind. You on your knees with his cock in between your plump pink lips. You bent over his legs as he thrust his digits up your heat. You on your back and your legs on his shoulder as he pounded into your sopping cunt. 

You caught a glimpse of George's flustered face and smiled to yourself before turning back to your books, opening them, and started to make notes on a blank piece of parchment. You could hear George shuffling a little behind you, trying to get rid of the tent in his pants. 

"Darling..." George called out softly to you.

"Hm?" 

"Can you finish that later?"

"No" 

"Darling please–" 

"No Georgie stop whining you were the one who wanted to come up with me," You affirm to him which left him silent. 

George stayed still for 5 minutes before he started getting fussy again, it took all his self-control to not go over your desk and throwing you over his shoulder. After sitting down for another 5 minutes he gave up and his hand flew to the top of his erection to palm himself through his pants. 

You could hear George's breath getting uneven and you turned around to see him with his eyes closed and his head thrown back by the headboard as his hand worked himself on the tent in his pants. 

You smirked and slowly got up to move towards him. You stood next to the bed and leaned down to place your hand on top of his causing his eyes to shoot open just to come face to face with your breast. 

"You're that desperate huh?" You cooed to your boyfriend who's as red as his hair. 

"N-no – Wait yes– Wait fuck, darling please" He whined in front of you keeping his eyes on your breasts. 

You smirked at him before standing straight and crossed your arms in front of your chest, purposely tightening the grip to push your breast up a little. 

"Get up" You blurted to your boyfriend who still sat on the bed. 

George quickly got up to tower over you with a desperate expression. You trailed your fingers up his arms and to his neck, pulling him into you for a kiss. Your hungry lips meet another while his hands move to trail every inch of your body. Your hand started to roam George's body– touching and groping anything that passed. Your hand hitched lower and lower until it met the top of his smart trousers, going even lower you traced your hand to the side of his thigh– purposely missing the obvious large tent in his pants. As he was about to deepen the kiss you broke away from him.

"Darling no–" 

"Stop it– I'm in charge here!" You snapped at your whining boyfriend. 

You took a step back and went to undo the rest of your buttons on your shirt. Right after you finish you little task your hands flew back onto George’s body, fingers dancing around as it neared the zipper that would unlock his throbbing member. You swiftly took off his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock that stood straight. His cock was slightly pink at the top with pre-cum leaking down. You eyed his member for a sweet second before smirking at him. 

George expected you to get on your knees or at least touch him once you took his cock out, so it surprised him when you took a step back– leaving him and his cock hovering in the cool air. You kept your eyes on him when you took your hands back to zip down your skirt, revealing your black panties– which you took off on the spot too. 

"Sit" You ordered George– motioning to the chair you previously sat on. 

George gulped, making his Adam's apple bob down before hurrying to sit on the chair. You slowly followed him to the chair, as the view of George squirming with his cock out makes you wetter than you already were. You chuckled lightly before stepping over his legs and hovered above his cock. You placed your hands on the desk as George used his hand to guide his cock into you.  The both of you hissed in pleasure as you sank down on him, taking in inch by inch until he was balls deep in you. George's hand flew up to your hips starting to bounce you on his dick but you swatted his hands away. 

"No!"

"Wha- No?" George asked in disbelief.

"You distracted me from my work, so now you're going to sit there and wait until I finish my work!" You snapped back at the boy who was whining already. 

It killed him to have to sit there when he's deep inside you, your walls hugged his cock like a warm blanket driving him crazy having to keep still. However, George didn't want to push his luck with you so he obeyed and sat still. He tried his hardest not to move when you would occasionally squeeze your walls but that doesn't stop him from letting out the filthy moan that hits you right on your dripping core. 

It had been 25 minutes and he was seconds away from completely going nuts, fortunately, you were already on your last sentence when George was starting to really squirm under you. You set your quill down and closed the ink on your desk before turning your head around to see George's head thrown back on top of the chair and his eyes shut. 

"Hi Georgie," You cooed to your boyfriend. 

With the sound of your sweet voice, George's eyes shot open and he picked up his head to meet your eyes, he really does look like he's suffering. You kissed the side of his mouth before getting up, earning a pained groan from George. 

"Alright alright– I'm sorry" You chuckled down at him before coming down sit on his lap, facing him this time. 

George pouted up at you and gripped your hips signaling that he wanted to be inside you. You pecked his pouted lips before trailing your hand to his painfully erect dick. Gripping the base you moved your fist closer to the tip earning a broken moan from George. You circled your thumb over the red tip a few times to collect the pre-cum before bringing them to your mouth to suck them dry. You lifted your thumbs to your lips before putting them in to taste him, the sensation of sweet and salty jolts your body awake. You closed your eyes enjoying his taste knowing he's watching your every move. 

You finally took your thumb out of your mouth and opened your eyes to find George with his mouth agape watching you. You smiled at him before cupping his face pulling him for a kiss. 

"Hey, do you think you can fuck me now?" You asked as you softly pulled away from his lips. 

"Oh, darling I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we walked in this room" George chuckled as his eyes darkened with lust. 

You kissed his cheek one last time before hovering above him, taking his hard cock in your hands and guiding him into you once again. Like the last time– you both hissed in pleasure and George's hand tightens on your hips. Once he's fully in you started to bounce on him, pleasure completely taking over. George was big, but taking him like this really gave you all new sensations. 

"O-oh fuck darling–" George slurred out as he threw his head back once more.

Just watching and hearing George was too much for you, his slightly damp hair falling on his face, his deep voice letting out moans just for you, you didn't know what you did to deserve such a man. 

You continued to bounce on George as your high approached you. George could tell from your more constant moan and from the way you gripped his shoulder hard. He has gone through this one too many times to not see the signs. 

"Are you cumming darling?" George asked in a deep moaned voice. 

"Y-yes yes oh Georgie please– please make me cum–" You choked out as your submissive side comes out. 

"What happened to being in charge love? Abandoning your role already?" George smirked at his girlfriend who was still bouncing on his cock. 

"I don't care anymore please just make me cum–" You cried out in pleasure as it nearly washes over you.

"Gladly"

With your request, George started to drive his cock in and out of you faster before one of his hands left your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. You let more filthy moans as George stayed still but his fingers work quickly to get you to your high. He kept rubbing you with one hand as the other kept a grip on you to stay still on his cock. You grind down onto his cock as he continuously rubs your throbbing clit. Seconds later you were gripping his shoulder– choking out air as you come hard on him, coating his cock that's still inside you. 

Without warning, George wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up not breaking the contact. He slowly walked over to your bed and gently placed your head on the fluffy pillows by the headboard. He then settled once more between your legs– his hard cock still inside you. 

"Now darling I think it's cute that you think you can take charge– but tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name" George whispered in your ear as he drags his teeth down your neck. 

"I hope those aren't just empty words sir"  You teased him as he lifted his face from your neck, revealing a tense jaw and wicked smirk. 

George let out a dark chuckle before pulling nearly completely out and slamming his member into you again earning a loud filthy moan from you. He repeated this over and over again– picking up the pace in the process, completely destroying your cunt. George's face came down inches away from yours before crashing his lips onto yours, pleasure lulling you away from reality. 

"Is this what you want?" George hissed as he pulled his lips away from you "Pretending to take charge when really– you just want me to fuck you like the slut you are" George continued to pound into you, spreading your thighs wider at every thrust. 

You hummed in response as the overstimulation started to hit the lower part of your body. "Answer me slut!" He finally snapped at you, giving your cheek a subtle smack, turning you on further than you expected. 

"Y-yes" 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me like– like the slut I am" You finally fully caved into him. 

"Good girl" George praised you as he focused his thrust to ruin your pretty little cunt. Without warning, George pulled out of your warm walls making you whimper at the loss. He shuffled back onto his knees and flipped you around to your stomach before lifting your hips to meet his tip. "Let’s fuck you like the slut you are then" He whispered as his fingers came down to your heat, collecting your juices and opening up your cunt. 

You tried your best to nod and whimper for him as a response once more but he wasn't having any of it. Before you knew it a cold hard slap was delivered to your left ass cheek making you moan out loud again. "Use your words!" George hissed as he continued to slap your right ass cheek.

"Y-yes sir– please fuck me"

"Fuck you?"

"Yes fuck me like the slut I am sir please–" You whimpered, wiggling your hips up even higher in the cold air, exposing your cunt to the eager man behind you. 

George then proceeded to guide his hard length into you in one swift motion, bottoming out completely into you making you arch your back even more. His big hands came down to your hips before rocking you into the mattress to fuck you hard. George didn't even give you time to adjust to the new position– slamming his hips fast and hard into you from behind. 

You were whimpering as the knot in your stomach started to grow again. George was hitting that spot in you that you have never been able to reach yourself. When you thought things couldn't get better George's hand left your hips and wrapped itself around your throat before pulling you up to his chest. The new angle allowed him to hit you even deeper, making you moan out his name in pained pleasure. You were choking out for air as he pounded into you from behind. 

"Yeah, you like that?" George grunted slamming his hips into you at an inhuman speed, “My pretty little slut” He cooed as his fingers tightens around your throat, placing his fingers perfectly to cut out the oxygen coming to your brain. 

"Y-yes sir I like it" You started to stutter trying to find ways to let the words escape your mouth without letting out too much air. “More please– m-more” You cried as you could feel the pounding on the back of your head. 

George's mouth snaked to your shoulder as he bit down on it, muffling his groan into your delicate skin. He gave you a couple more strong thrusts before letting go of your throat making you fall down completely onto the mattress. He was not done with you yet, he used the hand that previously hugged your throat to push your head down into the mattress. You could feel the tears that threatened to fall start to form on the verge of your eyes, blurring your dark vision as you cried into the open air. 

He pounded into you again and again, conjuring stars for you to see. The knot in your stomach grows tighter as it gets harder to hold it in. You could feel your consciousness starting to slip as he works your cunt. "Sir– I'm gonna cum please"  You whimpered out as more tears started to fall. 

"You can't take it anymore huh?" George grunted back at you, not stopping his hard movements. You could only shake your head aggressively giving him a sign that you were really on the edge. "Alright then pretty girl" He grunted again, lowering his head down to trail kisses down your spine "Cum on my cock c’mon– show me that you’re not just a slut" 

Your mouth hung open as another orgasm washed over you, your lower back aches and your cunt on fire as the filthy moans escaped your trembling lips. Your toes curling and your back arching, your juices started to gush out of your cunt, completely coating George's cock as he drives it in and out harder, helping you ride out your high. “Good girl, there you go” George cooed as your vision started to get blurry when he continued to pound into you after your second orgasm, extremely sensitive, you whimpered out to your boyfriend who was chasing his own high.  

George's hand let go of your head and placed them back into the original position of your hips. Giving you a couple more thrust he started to get sloppy, motioning that he was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum inside alright" He whimpered out before throwing his head back with his eyes on the back of his head. George let out a series of curse words as he empties his load inside you, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He came harder than he ever did, you could feel it as his seeds completely fill you up. George stayed still before slowly pulling out, his seeds immediately spilling out of you.  

"Would you look at that darling, you can't even hold my cum inside you" He chuckled before bringing his middle finger to your heat, collecting his cum and pushing it back inside you.

You softly moaned as you felt his fingers enter you. George pulled his fingers out before wiping them on your things. He guided you onto your back once again. He then swiftly laid down next to you, prompting out on his side as he opened your legs. Your gaze followed his hands as they started to near your heat. You watched him as his hands danced around your heat, collecting both your orgasm before shoving them back into you. 

"I need you to keep it in alright" George whispered as he brought his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. 

George kissed your side once more before getting up to put on a fresh pair of boxers and moving to your trunk to get you a fresh underwear. George closed your trunk again and shuffled to the bed to see you completely fucked out, making him smile. He opened your legs again and brought each leg to the hole of the panties before putting it on you properly. His lips came down to your hips to give it a kiss before it trails up to your chest and your lips. 

"Are you alright?" George asks worriedly when he realizes you haven't said anything. 

"I'm alright Georgie, that was just– really good" You sigh as you opened your eyes, revealing your boyfriend staring down at you worriedly. 

A small smile danced on your lips before you brought both your arms up to wrap them around his neck bringing him down on you. He kissed your shoulder before resting his head on the crook of your neck, settling down. 

"Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" George asked as he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. 

You shook your head before kissing his forehead. "Later Georgie" You mumbled into his hair as sleep started to take over.

"Alright darling– I love you" 

"I love you too Georgie"

[fairestwriting]

May i please request the dorm leaders where their s/o is like a disney princess who suddenly sings, specially when there are animals.

ive done something very similar with malleus here, so ill do everyone but him, hope you dont mind!

+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!

Riddle Rosehearts

Is sort of startled the first time it happens, taken aback. Is this a time to be singing? Is there some sort of rule he isn’t aware of?

After he figures out you just do it on a whim, he goes through a phase of having mixed feelings on it. Because it’s so disruptive, especially when others join you, especially when they’re animals... but your voice is beautiful, and you look so pretty when you’re singing, he’s so easily distracted by it.

So he allows it. And he eventually gets used to it, beginning to enjoy it even. Still won’t forget that one time you sang at the Heartslabyul garden and a bunch of hedgehogs and flamingos gathered around you, though. It was such a mess, he’ll be constantly warning you to keep your singing only to “appropriate settings”.

Leona Kingscholar

Yeah, he’s not really a fan of it either, at least early on. Too much noise and he’s trying to sleep. You’re lucky you’re so pretty or he’d have... well, he wouldn’t have done anything because he loves you, but he’d be extra cranky for a while.

He’s a real buzzkill regarding that, honestly. You’ll be singing your heart out, joined by bystanders and the animals passing by, feeling like you’re on the top of the world, and your lazy bastard of a boyfriend will come up behind you, draping himself over you, and grumble about how you should keep it down because he’s tired.

He won’t ever really like the big singing numbers too much, probably, but if you sing just to him, in a lullaby sort of way, he’ll start growing more fond of it. Eventually he’ll stop being so grumpy about the singing, but he still gets annoying if you woke him up from a nap with it.

Azul Ashengrotto

So, have you ever thought about being a performer? Because you’re so damn good at this, Azul would love to have you perform at Mostro Lounge. He’ll ask you about that, in fact. 

Of course, if you don’t really want to, he won’t pressure you, but, wow, you’re better than anyone he’s ever seen, and Azul’s seen plenty of singers. You just have such a specific charm, really, how do you get people to join you like this?

Stops to watch your little impromptu performances as many times as he’s able to, praises you endlessly for it. And he joins it sometimes, too, though only if you’re alone together, since he’s a little self conscious of doing it without any preparation in front of others.

Kalim Al-Asim

Joins you! All the time! When he hears the first notes of your singing, whether the song is yours or from somewhere else, he’s just filled with so much energy he feels like he could dance around for hours!

He loves your voice so much, he’ll want to get you all sorts of resources for improving your skills. He’ll buy you an entire auditorium if you want! Just so you can have somewhere to sing your heart out. If you don’t tell him it’s not necessary, he’ll actually get you one as a birthday gift.

You two are the ultimate sunshine couple. Singing and dancing and bringing smiles all around, you’re living in your own little world, somewhere very far away from reality, some people who know you would think. But, well, you are very happy together and that’s what matters.

Vil Schoenheit

He thinks it’s really endearing. If he isn’t busy with anything, he’ll stop to watch you, something about how you just pull everyone’s attention to you like a magnet has him absolutely starstruck. It’s something even performers more experienced than him can’t manage sometimes.

He asks you a lot of questions about it. Did you take any sort of singing or performing lessons? Vil’s really interested on how you manage to just act so... magical, honestly. Asks you about how you make your songs, too, wanting to know your whole creative process.

(He also boasts to himself a lot about how beautiful you two are as a couple. You’re genuinely just like royalty)

Doesn’t join in often, but he might sometimes, if he’s really feeling it. Improv like this is something he’s secretly very into, he just thinks it’s really fun.

Idia Shroud

Oh, dear. He’s known you were a true SSR for a while, now, but doing something like this? Yeah, you’ve completely broken the rarity scale.

He’s the one who’s completely baffled everytime he sees you sing, to him it feels like staring directly at the sun. You’re so beautiful while you’re singing, so charming, so magnetic, people are actually compelled to join you? Animals come rushing towards you upon just a couple words? He thinks you’re genuinely angelic.

If you gather too much of a human crowd, Idia runs away, though he apologizes later. He just got overwhelmed, but he did want to watch you sing until the end of your show! If you manage to attract cats or dogs or any animals he really likes... Idia’s soul comes out of his body and goes straight to heaven. He loves you so goddamn much.