#one of my fav parts is that you can't say which is more fem

[pozge-pridumayu]

Mika tries his best to cook

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Wishlist. // DILF!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader MODERN AU //🎄 SPECIAL

WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, lactation kink, breeding kink, fluff, dad!aemond and mom!reader, afab!reader, breast play, nipple play, slight teasing, + not proofread.

WC: 1.4k

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A/N: your fav dilf and your children are back in town, tis the season to be jolly 🤭 I really wanted to bring this duo back haha, happy late Christmas, sorry for the await! This can also be read as stand alone but reading the prev two fics might help! // divider credits @cafekitsune

“Aenys! Daenys! Be careful, don't run around or you'll slip!” You yelled as you spotted Aenys and Daenys running around with decorations in their hand around the Christmas tree, trying to hang them up.

Daenys trips over the decoration and starts crying, you immediately put down Aelora, your third child down in her high rise chair before rushing over to Daenys and picking her up, patting her back as she clings onto you.

“Shh, there, it's fine, Mommy's got you okay? Don't run around next time.” You tell her and Aenys immediately rushed over to you, “Is she okay?” He asks and you nod, before leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead.

This year's Christmas was more hectic than before, having a toddler and a kid running around to decorate the tree while managing your one year old isn't exactly easy.

But luckily for you, Aemond had just arrived from work.

“Papa!” Aenys runs over to his father immediately and Aemond picks him up before showering him with kisses, “How was your day Aenys?” He asked him and Aenys started babbling off until he mentioned how Daenys had fallen over just now.

Aemond, being the concerned father he is, immediately rushed to see you holding her in your arms, “You okay darling?” He asks her, holding Aenys up with one arm while caressing Daenys's hair with the other. She looks at her dad before she shifts her weight in his direction, indicating that she wants to be in his arms and Aemond immediately takes her from your arms, carrying both Aenys and Daenys on both of his sides.

You chuckle at how comedic it looks, Aemond was strong enough to carry them both which impressed you, “Aren't they heavy? They're both growing now.” You ask and he smiles and leans to press a kiss to your lips, “Yeah they are, but I want to cherish every moment I can carry them in my arms.” He tells you and you smile.

The evening was spent with giggles and warmth and soon it was time to put the kids to sleep, they kept on babbling about how excited they were to see Santa leave them presents and wondered what they'll get, rambling on how Santa hopefully knows what's on their wishlist and gets exactly them that, you chuckle as you tuck them to bed, placing kisses on their faces and moving to the living room.

You can finally relax, you immediately go into your shared bedroom with Aemond, who already seems to be there, “Aelora fell asleep already?” You ask and he nods, “She seemed very tired.” He tells you.

You sit next to Aemond on the bed, leaning against the headboard as Aemond works on his laptop, you lean your head on his shoulder, watching him work. “Have you gotten the presents for the kids?” You ask curiously and he hums, “Mhm, I can't wait to see their reactions in the morning.” He tells you and you giggle, “I'll place them under the tree at midnight.” You tell him your plan and he closes the laptop, finishing his work and puts it aside on the bedside desk. “What if they catch you?” He turns his full attention to you now, resting his hands on yours. “Oh you know they will not wake up until morning once they fall asleep, sometimes I worry that they're such heavy sleepers.” You tell him playfully and he lets out a small laugh. “Hopefully they like the presents.”

“Speaking of presents, I haven't gotten mine.” Aemond suddenly says and you smile at him, knowing exactly what he wants, “I've even written it down on the wishlist, it seems I was scammed.” He pouts and you chuckle, “Well, Santa can't give you a whole human can he?” You joke around.

When he was asked to put something he wants for Christmas on the wishlist, he wrote down your name on it, making you blush and scribble out that from it.

“Hmm.” He hums as he gazes into your eyes and you look at him back, he leans in slowly before connecting your lips together, they move in passion as the air fills up with tension and desperation, he pulls away breathing heavily.

No words are exchanged as you both hurriedly take off your clothes, and Aemond pins you flat against the bed, showering your face and neck with kisses before gripping your tits with his hand, pinching the nipple.

You gasp when you feel his warm tongue against the bud as he sucks on your breast, he feels your milk fill in his mouth as he swallows it down greedily and pulls away, “Fuck you're still producing milk?” He asks before switching to your other breast and showering it the same attention, “H-hm? Yeah, haven't weaned Aelora off yet.” you tell him and he leaves your breast with a pop, “Not complaining, I fucking love it.” He kisses your lips once again.

His hand caresses and travels further downwards your body to your cunt before dipping into your sweet wetness, “Fuck, you're so soaked, all for me yeah?” He whispers in your ear and you swallow thickly, goosebumps arising when you feel his hot breath near your ear, “Y-yes.” You answer.

His pinches your clit, making you gasp, before slowly rubbing small circles onto it, cause your breath to pick up and pulse begin to race at the arousal. His fingers dip in towards your entrance gently as he places kisses to your neck, “Look how it's engulfing me.” He comments as he watches his finger sink into you before he starts to move.

He curls his fingers before moving them in and out in a certain pattern, hitting your gspot multiple times already, making you wonder if he had its location memorised the way he can find it so easily.

Soon you reach your first orgasm of the night, biting your lip to not be too loud, suppressing your moans in an effort to not wake your baby next room. You should really make your room soundproof, you remember the days when Aemond clamped his hand over your mouth just to keep you from being too loud.

You whine subconsciously when you feel him pull his fingers out and move down, spreading your legs wide before grabbing your calves and placing your legs on his shoulder as he positions his cock against your entrance.

“Literally the best fucking present I could ask for.” He growls as he sinks his cock into your cunt, grunting in pleasure at the pleasure of your walls clamping down and gripping onto him.

He tries to take it slow at first, but it changes the moment you clench around him, unleashing all the frustration he held back and immediately set the pace at a faster rate, causing your body to jolt up and down the bed as you grip on to his hands which were currently holding your waist as in means hold in place securely.

You soon begin to see stars at the way he's moving, your mind spins, feeling the way his cock keeps hitting all the right spots, “Will you give me another?” He asks, panting and you look at him in a daze, “Hm?” You mumble, not understanding what he's asking for.

“Another child, another babe.” He tells you, “You'll let me impregnate you? Fill your womb up with my seed? I fucking love watching you swell with my child, knowing it was me who put it in you.” His words make you more aroused, the thought of having another child with him doesn't bother you and you greedily nod your head, your mind thinking of nothing else besides wanting to be filled up by your husband.

“Fuck—!” He finishes with a grunt, and slowly rides his orgasm out, hitting your sweet spot at the same time, causing you to finish as well.

He immediately plops down next to you and pulls you into his arms, placing kisses on your forehead as you both catch your breath.

“Best fucking Christmas ever.” He pants and you chuckle, “You said that last year too.” You tease and he lets out a loud laugh, “Well, it just gets better every year.” He replies back.

“Aren't we forgetting something?” You question, mind wandering off somewhere else, trying to remember what you were planning on, grabbing your phone and looking at the time, noticing how it said 1AM, you and Aemond look at each other before your eyes widen in realisation.

“Oh right! The presents!”

You both say in unison and rush putting on your clothes just to place the presents underneath the tree.

Needless to say, it was a great Christmas for everyone.

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[arminsumi]

hii!! hru?? i hope ur doing finee!! :))

so i have a request 😭😭 imagine olden times gojo satoru x reader, reader comes from the lower class poor family and gojo is the higher rich class 🤩🤩 gojo and reader go to school together and gojo is rlly known and popular in school so reader gets curious and tries to talk/start a conversation with him!! then they become friends but they eventually both develop feelings for eachother 😭😭 but because of their differences they cant get together/love eachother and gojo's parents dont rlly support gojo marrying a poor girl and want him to marry someone with a high status!! (u can make gojo have a future arranged marriage if u want, i jus need an angsty fluff fic 😭)

✎ runaway lovers

💗 さとる

note : i found this buried deep in the drafts !! :( i'm late but i wrote this in one go and it was so fun, i got so absorbed into the story... ugh i'm a sucker for olden day gojo stuff. one of my fav posts was that hanahaki gojo fic. anyways!! aaa i swooned a bit at the part he says "i will always find my way hom and she is my home" 🥹

content : one day at school, those six eyes catch you spying through the gap in the door, and from that moment on gojo satoru grows fascinated with you. he just has to introduce himself to you. he doesn't care about the whispers around him and just falls right in love. unfortunately, his parents frown upon you two being together, and they try their best to pry the two of you apart.

warnings : fem reader, angsty fluffy, misunderstandings, gojo gets put into an arranged marriage, forbidden romance trope

playme : you're in love

"gojo satoru...?" you question curiously.

your friend nods, starry-eyed. "you know, from the gojo clan? oh, he's so... he's just... you can't even envision how good-looking he is; you just have to see him with your own eyes. come on."

"alright..." you chuckle, letting her lead you down the corridors. she trips clumsily on the way.

the two of you peer into the senior student's class. you whisper under your breath to her, "which one is he? there's so many people in the room... and i can barely see."

"just search the room. you'll know him when you see him. he stands out." your friend whispers excitedly.

your eyes look searchingly. and then they land on a head of snow-white hair; there's a boy, two years your senior, sitting upright like a stick and clad in a blue-toned kimono with an endearingly simple pattern on it — but you're not fooled, that's the highest quality silk. a clan crest stares at you, as his back faces you.

You peer through this slit in the door.

you're staring at him like you're spellbound. and... those hyper-attentive six eyes catch onto you right away.

gojo curiously peers behind him over his shoulder. when you see his face, it immediately makes sense why your friend — like so many other girls in this school — is completely taken by him.

and he... he's taken by you, the instant the two of you make electric eye contact. you look away as if singed by spilled boiling tea.

gojo's heart thumps in his chest.

who was that, just now, peering through the slit in the door? she was...

"good-looking, isn't he?" your friend smugly nudges your shoulder as the two of you scamper away like mice, escaping outside.

gojo's class concludes moments after catching you spying through the slit in the shoji door, so he quickly makes a path to follow after you as you escape to the taiko bashi bridge with your friend as if you're two criminals.

and he ends up eavesdropping on your conversation at a prime moment.

"...he looked like an angel..." you say in awe. his heart flutters and he widens his eyes, straining his ears to hear more but the bush of flowers is fluttering so loudly in the wind that it makes it difficult. so much for six eyes... what he wishes he had right now is six ears.

he picks up fragments of your voice. it gives him... butterflies, for the first time he understands what it means to have butterflies in one's stomach.

"...ah, don't tease me...!"

he blinks his pretty eyes and listens to you.

"...i can't possibly introduce myself to him...he's not just my senior...he's the prodigal son of the gojo clan..."

his heart... does something. a smug look forms on his face.

well... if she can't find the courage to introduce herself to me, then i'll introduce myself to her.

and so he does. when his best friend accompanies him on a gliding exit walk along the bridge, he stops by you and...

he bows deeply, like you're a very important person. but you're not, you're a commoner in most eyes at this school... and yet he doesn't treat you as such. it even takes his best friend, suguru, by surprise because he knows satoru to usually be a bit pompous.

electric eye contact is made between you and satoru when the two of you rise from your greeting bows.

"have we met before?" he begins smoothly, "your face reminds me of a girl i met in a dream."

your throaty stutter endears him, but makes his best friend snicker.

"satoru... don't go around flirting with monkeys." he says meanly.

for the first time, satoru ignores something that his best friend says. a reality-shattering moment, really, suguru widens his eyes as satoru asks; "what's your name...?" as if he's desperate and determined to know it.

and that's where it all begins. on the taiko bashi bridge. one spring.

it doesn't take long for his parents to find out that he's conversing with a commoner, and they put a stop to it immediately. not only because of your status... but because they don't want him to be "distracted". he needs to keep a "narrow focus" on his studies. and... they refuse to let some commoner mingle romantically with their precious prodigal son.

girls snicker in secret about you. rumors spread that you forwardly introduced yourself to gojo.

"i heard that she chased after gojo-senpai and desperately tried to introduce herself to him. she's obsessed with him or something, it's really pathetic!"

speak of the devil... no no, he's an angel like you said... satoru appears. not a word slipped by him. it makes his blood surge, is stomach twist; they had some nerve. he wants to cuss them out, be improper and raw and visceral. but he refrains. because consequences.

"i'll have to correct you two," satoru's sudden appearance shocks them out of their bodies. that voice is chilling. "it was actually me who initiated that introduction on the bridge. she was too lovely to ignore..."

oh, satoru... why did you choose the word 'lovely'? now rumors begin to circulate the school that you two are dating. they rapidly make their way to his parent's ears, and while his father may be lax on his lectures, his mother is strict.

she parts the two of you. cleaves your budding friendship. rips the two of you like paper, refusing to let her son be tainted or distracted by someone like you.

but does he listen to his mother's orders to never speak to you? no. he sneaks out to meet you after school. he squeezes in through your window at night with a toothy grin. he secretly invites you to his birthday parties ("where has the birthday boy run off to...?"). he holds your hand when no one is looking.

and he cups your cheeks and leans in for forbidden little kisses when it's just you and him in the vacant school corridor.

your faces melt like butter against each other. it makes his heart lurch to have a forbidden fruit touching his lips like this... it makes him feel weak, which is just laughably ironic. so weak, that he wants to take a bite... even if it puts both the reputation of him and his family in jeopardy.

there's a sad twinge in his chest when he thinks about how you and him are forced to keep your love secret.

"i'm sorry that... i can't show off something as beautiful as you without getting the both of us in trouble. i wish we could kiss right in front of the whole world's face." he admits in a soft murmur.

it's simple, these sad times. but then the future comes and delivers despairing news on gojo.

one day, while having tea with his mom and dad, they tell him that a marriage between him and another woman is being considered.

he violently jumps up from the table. a teacup shatters on the floor.

"huh...?" his shock and surprise slowly morphs into pure anger, "like hell! you can't j-just spring this on me. i refuse to be married to anyone except y/n—"

"—that commoner? you... still speak with her?"

his face drops. oh, shit... now he's given it all away.

and what a consequence he faces. locked into his room, like some funny version of rapunzel. he paces around, mind racing and heart palpitating.

his contact with you is cut off in the most brutal of ways.

his mother comes to you, and tells you with a convincingly icy lie;

"gojo is too kind to tell you himself... so he asked me to inform you instead; he never wants you to see him again. his heart has found a wife, and he doesn't want you to seduce him away."

you remember choking up and sputtering broken sobs at this reveal.

he couldn't tell you from himself... ah... did those kisses mean nothing? am i the other woman?

gojo doesn't know why you avoid him so violently the next time he sees you at school.

"hey — wait. can i talk to you? it's important." he asks.

you give him a bitter look. "i'd rather we not. i don't fancy being the other woman in your life..."

you confuse him. and he blinks at you astoundedly. what caused this? he's a smart boy, he tries to figure it out. but it leads to long nights of brooding in his futon, body sinking deep into the plush until he feels like gravity is accelerating on him alone. but it's just his thoughts. he tosses and turns.

he doesn't give up his determination, though. he will find out what deterred you from him...

oh but when he figures it out, through suguru's admittance, he bursts in through his mother's tea ceremony one day and confronts her with the rage of a dragon. right in front of guests. completely embarrassing her.

"you told her! you lied to her? do you think you can keep us separate forever? — NO. I WILL ALWAYS FIND MY WAY BACK HOME. AND SHE IS MY HOME!"

his yell is so piercing and raw that it makes his mother drop into her seat. the guests have mixed looks.

the backlash he receives for lashing out and denouncing his arranged marriage is severe. the scowling looks he receives are not nearly as bad as the ones you receive. unkind words is putting it lightly; the whole village and school turns against you. they still view gojo as the star child of his clan, but now as a star that has strayed from its rightful place in the sky.

he meets with you in secret. what begins as a tearful explanation and angsty bunch of confessions to hidden truths, turns into a steamy make out.

gojo needs your kisses like he needs air, like he needs water, like he needs food. you're his essential, he tells you that;

"my vitals would fail if you left, as if i would be stabbed."

he mutters against your lips other things... and then cries with you. it hurts to see such a pretty boy cry.

"satoru..." you begin soothingly.

he presses his forehead against yours. tear drops roll off his cheeks and splatter against your face.

he draws out your name. the wind stills. there's a long silence.

"...run away with me..." he murmurs. "please, let's leave this place behind... and start a family somewhere no one knows our names."

© arminsumi 2023

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[oneshlut]

Ok, ok ok… Can I request Yandere!Dr. Flug x Fem!Reader, please? You describe the reactions of the characters so interestingly that I wanted to write to you, but already about the yandere doctor. Thank you in advance, you are amazing.

A/N: oooh yesyes!! thank you sooo much for the compliments, they mean so much to me !! yanderes are some of my favs to write, thanks a bunches for requesting! (also, whamo! mitski ref in the title!)

Bag of Bones (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Fem!Reader) [Headcanons]

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WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mentions of bl0od, d3ath, lethal injections, execution, and t0rture, Subjects like toxic relationships, kidnapp!ng, posessive/obsessive behaviors, and toxic worshipping and degrading(on his part), General dead dove contents.

Summary: Yandere headcanons for Dr. Flug with a Fem!Reader. General hcs for kidnapp!ng, crushing, etc.

Someone like Dr. Flug definitely seems harmless. Pathetic, wimpy, and afraid. Labels that have been given to him all his life. Labels that only you never assigned him. Well, he's never lived up to those names. Not completely. Underneath his trembling form hid a dangerous man, who could kill you at the snap of his fingers if he really wanted to. Not like he would! You do have to remember, though, that he still is a villain. For plenty good reason.

But, yes. I'm sorry, but the moment he realized his murderous lovesick tendencies, you've immediately set yourself up for danger. Flug would never hurt you, but he's not saying he wouldn't hurt anyone to have you.

With the baseline of knowing he is sick, twisted, and much more than he seems--lets dig more into how he behaves, shall we? He's quite tame with you at first. If you didn't know any better, Dr. Flug would be as normal as ever in your eyes. He's pretty good at bottling up his obsession. This definitely comes into play as his obsession with you grows stronger by the day.

He's unsure of his feelings towards you at first. Dr. Flug soon recognizes it as love, and he can't get enough of you. He begins with small signs, such as asking you for help in his lab when he really doesn't need it. You also notice that he just happens to show up in the same room that you'd walk into. You viewed it as nothing but coincidence.

Flug grows increasingly worried for you as weeks pass, him still relishing in this new feeling. Unfortunately, this feeling did come with a bit of.. protectiveness, on his part. He still wanted you to visit his lab, yes, but.. maybe he could make his lab a bit more safe? Dr. Flug didn't want you to get hurt by something of his creation. The only thing worse than that would be if someone else hurt you. Which wouldn't happen. He hopes so, at least.

One day, though, he made a mistake. Flug had let you go on a mission with him, and a hero had hurt you. Whether it was a major or minor injury, he didn't care. Someone hurt you--your soft, delicate skin, your sweet smile, the sparkle in your eyes.. your eyes seemed dull now. And something in him sparked a fire that was trying to burn for weeks now.

Suddenly, the normally panicked mood that hung over his mindset completely disappeared. He didn't have time to overthink ever little thing he does--not now. But he didn't want to.. strike, not.. yet.

When Dr. Flug gets mad, he gets scary. Not in the way he was almost constantly angry with Demencia, no, this was a.. spiteful anger. That's the anger that made him the most dangerous. As mentioned before, he could choose when he wanted to be dangerous at any moment. And that moment was now.

Euthanasia could work, but it was too.. painless. Maybe something a bit more lethal would be better. He decided to create his own serum. If he injected the syringe with it in just the right spot in the neck, the hero would be suffering for hours. Perhaps days.. They would be gasping for air they couldn't receive, practically chugging their own blood, yet forced to stay awake during the whole process. Perfect, was it not?

Okay, he may have gone a little bit overboard. But in the end, he knew it would be worth it. You never found out. Why would you? He was much too careful for that. Dr. Flug simply played along, hearing the hero's name announced dead on the news with you. He played a fool, acting surprised. And it was enough to fool you.

Afterwards, though, he felt amazing. To completely get rid of someone's existence.. it was freeing. And the hero deserved it, anyway. The only obstacle in the way now was the challenge of having you to himself. With Dr. Flug's self-esteem, this goal was made generally impossible.

Though, a new idea came to him. A horrible, new, great idea. If Flug wanted you to himself, there was only one other way that came to him. There's no way you'd like him back, he was probably still pathetic in your eyes. So instead, he chose the more obvious choice of just whisking you away. Chloroform should do the trick, right..?

Waking up in Flug's dimly lit lab, tied to an office chair, not remembering the past 12 hours of your life was.. an experience. A horrifying one, at that. What did you even do to him that would make him want to kill you? You were nothing but nice to him, and.. part of you was actually starting to grow attached to him. You started to regret ever becoming a villain in the first place..

That was, until Dr. Flug tried his best to calm your nerves, explaining how he didn't want to hurt you. You could almost hear the sorrow in his voice, almost like he was hurt that you would even think that he would ever want to harm you. Noticing you were now significantly more calmer than before, he began relishing in the fact that you were now his.

Off the bat, he begins overloading you with compliments. Now that you know he likes you, he starts treating you like some sort of goddess. Ignoring the fact that he's holding you hostage, he treats you pretty well! He brings you in 3 meals a day from outside, gives you a warm bed to sleep in at night, all so that he makes sure you know he loves you. Another thing Flug does is make sure 5.0.5. doesn't see you. This portion is a bit difficult, but he gets by, and 5.0.5. just thinks you must've moved away. How peacefully ignorant.

For now, he intends on keeping you here until you gain some sort of stockholm syndrome, or until he finds a better place to keep you without the risk of you escaping. You find yourself wondering how long you're gonna last here.

[maochira]

Hii I just wanted to say you are my most fav writer cus your the only one who writes for lavin, Lorenzo and others who are not highly written and the way you depict them seems so on point 😭

May i request a crying, insecure kaiser, Lorenzo and Chris with a comforting fem (or gn) reader?

I read thru your request rules two times but if this ask is uncomfortable for you you can deny it ofc!!

Tysm for making our day with your fanfics, they are always extravagant <3

Aaa tysm <3 I only write gn!reader btw so yeah!! (only fem!reader if reader is a lesbian.) Also adding some characters hehe

Characters: Kaiser, Lorenzo, dad!Chris, Raichi, Tokimitsu, Zantetsu

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, dad!Chris but the others can be seen as romantic or platonic (your choice), fluff, I didn't end up writing about the characters crying but comfort in general, mention and description of flashbacks in Lorenzo's part, not proofread

As high as Kaiser's ego is, even he has moments when he feels down. And luckily, you're always right there to comfort him. And it doesn't even take words to make him feel better. A simple hug is more than enough to lift Kaiser's mood when he's down. There's just something so special about your embrace. It's a specific comfort he's never experienced from anyone else before.

Lorenzo sometimes thinks too much about his past. He's mainly come to terms with the wrong things he's done, so nothing of that ever bothers him. But Lorenzo has experienced what it feels like to be on the verge of death, and sometimes he gets flashbacks of that from which he can't distract himself from. Only you manage to find ways to properly distract him and get his thoughts focused on other things, especially when you're close to him and hold his hand while you're talking. It makes him remember where he is right now, and not how his flashbacks make him feel.

Usually, Chris is the one comforting you. But every now and then, even your father has his moments of feeling down. He always tries to hide that from you because he doesn't want you to feel responsible for his well-being. But it's always easy to notice when your father is feeling down. Even if he thinks you don't notice it, you do. You try to not be obvious with how you're helping him so you always do subtle actions that you know will make him feel better like a hug or asking to play soccer together.

Raichi can get too rough with his words and often think he hurt your feelings. You're a very important person to him, so he always feels super guilty as soon as he thinks he's gone too far. He apologizes even when unnecessary and that's always when you notice how much guilt he's carrying around about this. Even though he sometimes really does hurt your feelings, most of the time he's just overthinking too much. And fortunately for Raichi, you always reassure him enough to make that guilt go away.

Tokimitsu gets anxious extremely easily. He's always afraid of doing something wrong but at the same time, he hates admitting that because he doesn't want to be a bother to you. But no matter what's dragging him down, you're always there to help him. Because he addresses what he struggles with so rarely, you've learned how to read Tokimitsu's body language very well. Most of the time there's no need for you to say anything, it's enough to hold his hand or give him a hug to let him know everything is okay.

Zantetsu is well aware of how stupid he is and he knows everyone thinks he's an idiot. Well, everyone except for you. You're always the first person he thinks of when he needs to be comforted. Zantetsu knows that no matter how stupid other people make him feel, you're always right there to provide him with comfort and reassurance. He may be dumb with words, but you always know just right what to say to make him feel better,

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[eirasummersart]

hello :D i come with asks from different ask games that you reblogged hehe always late sowwy. these are for you! i'll send some for your oc's in 2 other asks (sowwy x2 for the spam). || valentines day: preference, blush || weirdly specific artist ask game: 3, 4, 14, 28 and 30

Hello, An! Thanks for the asks! I'll get to answering the others after this one! Now let's go for these answering as myself hahah

I'll add the links before the answers related to it start, since they're from 2 different ones!

Valentine's days ask.

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’? Well, for the people who don't know yet, I'm aroace hahah I've always just been ??? about irl romance xD As for my type, can't say about irl preferences, since see above. But my types in media are usually kind/nice in some way (gap moe works well with me in this sense, with cold/grumpy who is actually sweet. But also just plain old kind and sweet). And also prince/ss-ish elegant and pretty I also like. But I feel like my type is all over the place sometimes hahah Ah, and I don't really care about their gender tbh.

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?

Eh, not sure. I never did anything for Valentine's Day in a romantic context. I guess showing their appreciation and having a sweet gesture towards me would be enough? Just knowing they care and view me in a special way. I don't need anything fancy, really ahah I'm a simple person(?) (in this sense XD)

These two are strangely much more embarrassing to talk about than the earlier ask saklfhsakl

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game.

What ideas come from when you were little

Not sure if it means past projects that survived to this day, or just general motifs/parts of my artstyle that have made it to my present. If it's about past projects… none really, all my past OCs and stories have died some way or another 😔 My oldest OC right now, Diana, I plan to use in my new project as a supporting character, so maybe her! As for my style and such, I think the "I wanna draw pretty girls, with pretty hair and pretty outfits" of my childhood never left hahah Those are still my fav, and easiest, thing to draw~

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw Well, there's a few like this? Idk, Ruggie and Sebek fall in this category for sure 🤔 Malleus too. And then, some of my other favs that are "manlier" from other media as well, like Xander from FE:Fates. I can't think of more like that rn, but I am working hard(?) to be able to draw muscles and manly so I can have the best of both worlds 💪😔 hahah

14. Any favorite motifs This is a bit broad for drawing 🤔 But I'd say some stuff for mine would be: pastel/soft colours, really blended shadding borders, flowy fabric with lots of details, frills, etc. and cute things. Also, I love drawing blushes, so adorable!

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

No zines, but I've joined oc x canon week and a couple Twisted Wonderland October events in the past (not the same both times so asklhfaslk). I also participated in a fem!twst collab in the past! And I'm active right now in the twst-charity project, does this count here?

What piece of yours do you think is underrated

TBH, any full rendered art that takes me a few days or even weeks. Those usually are the one with less interactions/appreciation 😭 (Still sad about my Epel Harveston drawing XD. Or how my van Zieks polished art got less interactions than the Susato one, which was doodle-ish with colour 😭) I mean, they're not perfect, but I put so much effort in those arts 😔 Forever sad about this topic.

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That's all for these! I hope it was midly entertaining at least hahaha Thanks again for the ask <3

[markresonates]

cut the tension

summary: Your friendship with Johnny will never be the same after he catches you naked in the dressing room.

pairing: youtuber!Johnny x fem!reader (ft. Mark a lil)

genre: porn with small plot, lil angst

au/tropes: close friend to lovers, roommates

word count: 3.7k

a/n: this is the 7th super delayed installment of my roommate fav song event with the requested song “F*** Up the Friendship” by Leah Kate!

warnings: hard unprotected sex, degradation, choking, tiny voyeurism, possessive, hard dom!Johnny, sub!reader

“Hey, what’s this?”

“Hmm?” You whip around to address Johnny’s inquiry, quickly identifying the subject of his curiosity that must have fallen on the dusty carpet behind your back. He clutches the once folded, jagged sheet of lined paper that was torn from your university notebook last summer. Eyes scanning over the private page, he reads aloud the scribbled goals that were of utmost priority to you two semesters ago:

☑ Find a place to live

☑ Get a part time job

☑ Concentrate on school

☐ AVOID DATING AT ALL COSTS

Obviously falling for Johnny was never part of the plan.

There is absolutely nothing between you two that is within the ballpark of your run-of-the-mill relationship, yet you can't seem to bring yourself to check the lonely box because you want to be dating him. And you are still holding out hope that this reality might somehow end up being the fairytale one you didn't know you were living in.

“Why haven’t you checked off ‘AVOID DATING AT ALL COSTS!’ yet?” Mark butts into the conversation. “You haven’t even seen a person in what, I don’t know man, like 30 months?” He pokes his head around Johnny’s tall frame in your doorway.

“Well, for one it's been way less than two and a half years.” You snatch the piece of paper from Johnny’s hands despite the damage having already been done. “...and two, it’s, um, complicated.”

“Care to uncomplicate it for us then?” Johnny proposes, strolling further into the room with his hands behind his back. He plops down on the edge of your bed, to which you shove him off.

Strobing, red emergency sirens go off in your head, confronted by the alarming threat that the cursed paper might accidentally expose your feelings for the person closest to you. “No, not particularly. But you’ll be the first to know as soon as I choose to blab about all my private, hidden relationship details, Ellen.”

They have heard the past details of the ridiculously dramatic soap opera of a relationship you had last year, the one that ended in shambles and left you a homeless, hot mess. It took you quite a while to get over that which inspired the last goal of your list. Swearing off dating was relatively easy, especially considering the fact that you have common sense and did not leave home for unnecessary, large social gatherings. Fortunately, Johnny had invited you to move in with them at the very last second about a year ago. You did not hesitate for a second before saying yes, leaving no time to consider potential contingencies with the arrangement devised by your friend.

Because that’s what he’s supposed to be: your friend.

It started off as a dim flicker of affection. The feeling could easily be confused with a light platonic connection anyone might share in a friendship. It put your mind at ease to pretend this was the case with you and Johnny as well. Platonic. At least that was your mindset up until you started having vivid dreams about him.

Your dreams are all variations of the same scenarios. Some of them are romantic dreams like picturesque bike rides, coffee dates, etc. whereas others are more... spicy. You like the cute ones but have grown a bit biased to the ones where he smashes your lips together, frantically strips off your clothes to fuck you on the living room couch or bend you over the kitchen table. Even worse (or possibly better?) was imagining how hot it would be if Mark were to see the explicit act and hang around to watch wherever it was in the apartment that Johnny was defiling your cunt relentlessly to the point your neighbors could hear the violent slapping of skin on skin.

“y/n?” Johnny brought your attention back to reality.

"yeah? oh! What do you need?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to be in my next youtube video.” He throws his arm over your shoulder casually yet even if holding you close meant nothing to him, it is enough to make your heart race a thousand beats per minute.

“Well, what would we be doing?” you probe, worriedly furrowing your brow. “I'm only asking because the school year starts in like 0.2 seconds and breaking my leg doing some wild stunt isn’t exactly ideal for me or you, for that matter.”

He chuckles in that way you love so much, the one that always brings a smile to spread across your lips fondly. “It’s just a vlog this time. I talked Mark into going wakeboarding last time.”

“Dude! it was so fucking scary, you wouldn’t believe it,” he comments before finally leaving the room he did not receive an invitation into in the first place.

“sooo where are we going?”

Johnny lets you go, and you don't know whether you should be relieved that he pulls away — being that there is no reason to fret over if he can’t hear your heart beating anymore — or if you miss his touch since all you want is to be his and have his large hands all over your body. He follows your shorter roommate to the door. “Something simple. I was thinking maybe we’d go shopping around lunch-ish when everyone’s either at work or at school?” Pausing to lean against the doorframe, he awaits your answer. “We can pick out clothes and then evaluate whatever outfits we come up with? What do you say?”

99% of the time you would drop everything you were doing to spend 1-on-1 time with him, especially alone, and now here is the perfect opportunity, served up on a silver platter. “I sayyy… I’m in.”

Within two short strides, Johnny reaches where you are beside your nightstand and engulfs you in a hug. “That’s my girl.”

God, you’re so fucked

“How’s it going in there?” Johnny checks in on your makeover of sorts.

You feel like a barbie doll.

When you hopped in his car this late morning, you hadn’t the faintest idea that the fashion evaluations were exclusively meant for you, with no participation of the youtuber himself in the activity. If it was anyone else you would have protested the never-ending filming of media content. The seventh place he decides on is thrice as upscale as the last boutique you visited. The glitzy, brand name clothing reeks of overpriced glamor and simply feeling the high end material on your skin makes you nervous about the high probability of ripping it.

“I’m fine! Just give me a sec!” You finish zipping the dress up your ribcage before pulling the royal blue, velvet curtain open. Johnny’s expensive camera is focused on your figure to capture every dress he picked out for you in the privileged place. “It looks...”

Your voice trails off as a moment of silence passes through the empty dressing room in honor of the deadly dress. By the expression on his face, you can tell Johnny is of the same opinion about horrendous peach dress that awkwardly hangs off your shoulders. “...yeah, I know what you mean. Okay, we have one more dress to try on before we’re done-done.” He thrusts a black cocktail dress into your hands. “Last one, I promise.”

“Got it,” you huff out of relief. You struggle with the removal of the hideous dress, wrangling the slippery material back on the wire hanger to which it belonged originally. Tugging the new dress up your body, you can already tell it is going to be a great fit. And your presumption is spot on. It is made of a stretchy material that accentuates any curves you have on your body, yet does not restrict your airways like other clothing articles sewn of various stretchy materials. The extremely short, strapless dress hugs your body in all the right places. If you were to bend over in the slightest, the bottom hem of the dress would shrink up and reveal your slick slit. The only “downside” is that anyone could see the outline of your bra and panties through the tight material. Ultimately, you elect to go on without the undergarments prone to visibility.

You unveil the stunning look from behind the curtain confidently. “I love this one. The zipper was really hard to reach but out of everything I’ve tried on today, this is by far the best thing in the mall,” you state with certainty. You twirl around slowly before he can make his request, something that was part of the routine evaluation he established with you today. Taking a pause at the point where he could get the best view of your ass, you ask in a coy tone, "So what do you think, Johnny?”

He is quiet for a handful of seconds and it is difficult to get a sense his reaction because of it. You begin to worry that his silence is a negative thing, like trying to come off as sexy was risking your friendship to some higher degree. You spin around to face him again. The first thing you notice is that the red light on the front of the video camera is off while the device hangs in his hand by his side. His intense eyes are trained on your body, giving you the feeling that he is picturing what is underneath your dress.

“You’re not wearing any panties, huh?” he correctly theorizes in a dark voice that lures a fluttering in your stomach to swarm immediately. For a moment you worry about how embarrassing it would be if your wetness dripped on the floor or dribbled down your inner thighs, but another part of you wishes that those things would actually happen.

“M'hm, no panties or bra. I just didn’t want the outlines to be seen through the dress." You shrug as if it is the most normal thing in the world to say that to your roommate and friend. "So what do you think?”

His mouth waters with every passing second he is given to undress you with his eyes. “Fucking perfect…” he mumbles before clicking the camera on and resuming the last scene of his vlog within the blink of an eye. “Not you! I meant that the dress is perfect!” He turns the device around to address his loyal viewers charismatically, physically patting himself on the back. “Wow! That was such a great pick on my part, I did amazing! and let's give my #1 model a round of applause! To those professional modeling agencies interested in my friend here, contact me for any business inquiries. Serious ones only please!”

His compliment goes in one ear and out the other. Your face falls, letting out a heavy sigh of defeat. Returning to the narrow stall, you stare at your reflection in the wall mirror, disappointed by the interaction. You can’t believe he just left you hanging like that, and what’s worse, denying it happened a moment later. Sure, it was in front of the camera and you know that he would rather avoid posting something like whatever that was on his channel, but he couldn’t spare a moment to say something more than that? Honestly, what did you expect him to say or do exactly? You can’t even answer that question for yourself.

All you know is that it hurt to be dismissed by him within the blink of an eye after drooling over you, throwing away whatever happened in the tense moment. But then again, maybe it only felt like time moved slowly from your perspective and not his. Is it possible that you read that entire situation wrong and that tension exists in your imagination? Stripping the “perfect” dress from your frame until you are standing there free of any clothing, your mind swirls with regret while simultaneously worrying whether your friendship with Johnny was on the rocks because of what YOU did.

“So you guys, we’re done-done now!” He lowers his voice into a semi whisper that you can still decipher. “shhh, don’t tell anyone but I think the black dress was made for y/n, right?” He raises his voice again, after the failed attempt to secretly disclose his opinion. “Let me know what your favorite outfit was in the comment section below. Thanks for watching and see you next time Johfam!”

A single tear forms in the corner of your eye, probably fueled by a frustration over the situation as a whole. You hear him shuffling around with the camera case, securing it in its respectable bag, then walking over to the dressing room you occupy. “Hey, do you need my help? You said that the zipper was tricky.” You worry your voice might crack so, like an idiot, you don’t answer Johnny’s concerned question. It made sense to do that at the time. “Y/n?” he repeats.

Johnny gives it another 15 seconds before he draws back the curtain an inch, accidentally catching a glimpse of your naked body. All he wanted to do was check up on you since you had been quiet for some time now. He definitely got more than just reassurance of your wellbeing.

Your eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror at the moment your body had been half bent over to pick up your panties. His gaze rakes up and down your bare skin, fixating on the exposed wetness seeping from your slit. You yelp, leaping away and pressing your back to the wall, hands cupping over your sensitive regions. He yanks the curtain shut and hurries away, meeting you outside the storefront once you were done dressing.

The awkward tone that vibrated in the air between you and Johnny was strong enough to overpower any final observation of the perfumed grandeur of the next few luxurious stores you two passed on your way out of the building. The parking lot was no different. Whereas the first walk across the charcoal asphalt was lively and expressed an excitement for what activity lay ahead for the day, this crossing was dead silent, and had an identical mood to the drive home. When you get home, you two immediately gravitate to the separate solitude of your rooms, his thankfully being on the other side of the apartment from you. As your hand meets the doorknob, Johnny calls out to you, “y/n, wait”

His plea is not enough of a reason to meet his eyes again. You suppose he intends to apologize for what happened today. The thing is, you are not seeking an apology from him. You wish Johnny would admit he wanted to see you naked and wanted to take you to the mall and do silly things like that as a couple, not simply to film youtube videos. In prevention of heartbreak that you are not mentally prepared to face at the moment, you shut the door on him. Hearing the *click* of your door lock, he shakes his head, sucking his teeth and cursing to himself.

He should have confessed he liked you earlier; now everything is 2x as complicated for him as it was a few days ago when he first learned there is another person you have a complicated relationship with.

“Dude, what’s up with you and y/n?” Mark grunts in between huge bites of his food.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Johnny says coolly.

“I wasn’t worried about it until you just said that I shouldn’t worry about it.” Mark waves around the spoon in his hand as he speaks. “Like, that’s why I'm worried, you know?”

“Seriously, Mark! Drop-”

The kitchen door swings open to reveal your startled expression. “Oh! I’ll just come back later then.”

“No, y/n stay!” the younger of your two roommates insists.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea? And I just remembered I have other stuff to do, so I’ll… be going now,” you mention the quickest and weakest excuse you can come up with.

“What the fuc-!” Johnny rips Mark’s bowl from his grip, ushering him out the door you walked through a handful of seconds ago.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” Johnny requests before you can follow Mark’s trail to the living room.

All you wanted was a midnight snack. You know what conversation he is about to broach and are nowhere near prepared to hash it out. The last time you addressed each other was around 5 days ago. Awkwardness deepens with every tick of the nagging clock, pestering you about how the longer you go without speaking, the more difficult it will be to possibly (hopefully) mend whatever tattered friendship remains.

After all, that’s the most Johnny will ever want from you.

It will take an immense amount of strength to let those feelings for him go (if that ever happens) nevertheless he means too much to give up on entirely. You wanted to ruin your friendship and become something more than platonic closeness and more than friends with benefits either. But you will try your best to settle.

You gulp, leaning your back against the counter. “Sure, uh, what about?”

“I think you know what this is about, y/n,” he mentions. You nod your head, giving him the signal to continue, and yet he doesn’t even know what words will spill his mouth impulsively. “Fuck, I’m just gonna come right out and say it… I’m sorry for whatever happened at the mall with the black dress thing and the seeing you in the dressing room thing, especially because you said you’re dating someone right now. I should’ve-”

“What are you talking about? I never said I was dating someone,” you assert, crossing your arms, looking him directly in the eye.

“You said ‘it’s complicated’ remember? And then you called me Ellen!” he recalls, stepping closer to you by the second.

“That’s what you’re talking about? God, I didn’t mean it’s complicated with someone else! What I meant was that it’s complicated because I want to be with-” Your eyes bulge out of your head, petrified by not only the fact that you are on the brink of giving away the top secret held close to your heart for months, but because before you realize, he suddenly has you boxed in against the kitchen counter.

“Don’t be shy, y/n. Tell me,” Johnny baits. His dark eyes lure you in, fishing for the answer he wants to hear from your pretty lips.

“You... I want to be with-” You squeal as he lifts up your body unexpectedly. He sits you down on the cold counter behind you, slotting himself right in between your parted thighs.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, ambushing you with a searing kiss.

You hum into the kiss, throwing your arms over his muscular shoulders and clinging to him with your legs while his tongue sneaks past the seam of your lips. His hands wrap around your waist, taking handfuls of your body and squeezing eagerly. It doesn’t take long before articles of clothing are being thrown recklessly in the kitchen and your bare skin is pressed to the cool surface in which you usually prepare food. You immediately wrap your hand around his half hard length.

“Did you like it when I was looking you up and down in that one black dress? Like it when you got me hard at the mall?” He drags his fingers through your slick folds without satisfying your entrance or clit to taunt you. “And who could forget the first time I saw you completely naked. I bet you loved being on display in public.”

“Fuck, I loved every second of that,” you whined, lurching forward to try to get his fingers inside your throbbing hole. He thrusts two fingers inside you out of pity for how desperate you are.

“Didn’t know I lived with such a big slut,” he growls close to your neck, eliciting a whimper from your throat. “All this time and you were just down the hall. Probably sleeping naked with your legs spread wide open for me to come in and fuck you one night, right?”

“N-no,” you eke.

Johnny instantly pulls his fingers out of you. “No?”

“N-no, not one night. I wanted you to fuck me all night.”

“Eugh, baby,” he groans, pumping his cock up and down vigorously. “What I want is for you to spread and hold your legs open for me like a little whore, got it?”

You nod, repeatedly. “Got it.”

“Good girl,” he praises you, rimming your dripping entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly from the momentary sting as he sinks his large length deep inside you. “Feel good or is it too much, y/n?” Johnny asks with genuine concern once he has bottomed out. He wipes a tear from your cheek that you didn’t feel fall.

“I’m fine, Johnny,” you sigh, puckering your lips for a kiss that he is generous enough to grant you.

He still waits a handful of moments before starting with a series of slower, shallow thrusts. His motions grow in intensity with every few pumps, burying his length inside you with rhythmic deep thrusts that hit the deepest inside you.

“I bet a dirty slut like you dreamed about this. Me filling you up whole, making your cunt mine so only I can use it whenever I want,” Johnny grunts, wrapping one hand around your throat and squeezing the sides on your neck. All you can manage is humming in agreement. “Oh, that’s right you can’t talk right now.”

You feel tingly in your core, increased pleasure pulling tightly on your cords threatening to snap. Your lungs fill with much needed oxygen as he suddenly releases your neck, favoring the hasty rubbing of your clit to drive you wild instead. The frenzied stimulation is the last straw for the building fluttering tension to burst. He breathlessly chuckles at your loud whimpering from the incredible climax he triggered, then ups his brutal fucking until he is satisfied.

“You’re my pretty whore, okay? Only mine,” he groans through his orgasm that hits a minute later.

The room is filled with heavy panting as you two catch your breath for a few moments until the silence shattered at the clearing of Mark’s throat. “So… there’s no sharing?”

“…no”

was this ending rushed? yes. will you complain about it? i mean like ? maybe?? i’d appreciate it if you didn’t though, i think we’re all strugglin with something or other atm.

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[not-a-big-slay]

Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figure out from whom it really came from

warnings: mentions of killing, gambling addiction, swearing, mention of slavery

A/N: alright hello, im back. this is the longest chapter yet and, no kidding, i wrote it for 7 hours. its over 4.5k words and its my fav chapter yet, so i hope you'll enjoy as well! now i know that Poker has many versions and can be played differently, i just described the version i know. sorry about the ending being kind of unfinished but 7 hours of writing did a toll on me and i couldn't think of a good ending. if you wanna be updated for future chapters, say so in the comments :) also i just noticed i was using batrayEl in previous summaries?

part: 5/?

previous part: part 4

next part: part 6

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Y/N tripped again, hitting stacks of wooden crates with her shoulder. It was a miracle they didn't fell over. She continued walking, not looking back as if it would kill her instantly, which was definitely an option. Her breathing was fast as light and she could swear it was the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Y/N looked into ghost's eyes back there and her mind couldn't grasp it. He's alive he's alive he's alive... It repeated like a broken vinyl and only could be stopped by turning it off. Y/N tripped over the last time and fell to the ground. Her widened eyes looked behind her, expecting him or Rollins to walk out of the alley she came from. No one came, the streets were empty, filled only by crashing waves, but Y/N felt watched more than ever. The cold cobblestone beneath her bare hands tried his best to calm her down while her mind took the girl back to past.

She was newly 10 years old when a man came to Deln's warehouse. It wouldn't be something odd, however, this man was known as one of the most dangerous people in Ketterdam. Her mother held her tightly, as though she was trying to hide her. Y/N was scared, but only because every slave around her was. She did know Pekka Rollins, everyone did, but couldn't understand why her mother clutched to her so much, Deln sold children from age 12 or above. Rollins talked to Deln for quite a long time, sometimes laughing at something one of them said. Few slaves started sobbing or panicking, feared they might be chosen. Y/N sinked into her mother's arms, trying to find peace within.

The talking stopped and was quickly replaced by footsteps, making their way to the slaves. Y/N knew the two men reached them when the cries and panicking stopped. She raised her head and looked at them. Y/N still wonders to this day if the eye contact she made with Rollins back then was their doom, if it somehow forced him to choose them as his actors for a sick play, if it was responsible for Y/N never seeing her mother again after Rollins abandoned them and took the promised freedom with him. He renamed them, gave them roles, changed their life story and themselves.

Their job was simple: act like a happy family

There were many that fell for his tricks, but only two that Y/N couldn't forget.

And she didn't. Today it was proven they were living in her head and weren't planning on leaving any time soon, not after seeing him. She thought they died like the rest. She hoped they moved out of Ketterdam as soon as they found out they were tricked. Y/N never cared about the others and they never cared for her. To them she was just a little girl, not bruised by the horrible world, but Jordie and Kaz were different. Kaz cared for her, brought a little bit of sunshine to her every time they visited. She tried to warn him, telling him they should go see the world. ,,Don't worry, we will. After Jordie earns enough money, we can go and see the world together." he said. Y/N loved the feeling that washed over her every time he spoke about their future, but at that moment she hated he was just a little boy, as oblivious as she'd played to be. She wanted to tell him all about Rollins- or Hertzoon in that case, which she thought was the ugliest surname ever- and his plan, but she couldn't sacrifice her and her mother's shot at freedom.

And she hated herself for that.

Y/N breathing slowed down as she got up and tried to figure out her location. After escaping The Emerald Palace, she didn't really think about which way to go, but rather to get away from the place as fast as she could manage. She leaned against a building and breathed deeply, hands pressed to her left hip- she got to get away somehow and due to panic, she practically jumped out of the window instead of climbing down.

Her ears picked up a laughter from around the corner and she began to make her way to it. She soon caught voices and even a queit music. Once she heard cards being shuffled, she no longer hesitated. Y/N walked into the yellow light that was surrounded by the dark alley and stepped into a doorway. In front of her appeared a small cozy room with wooden floor, a bar and many stools, chairs and tables. It must've been after their closing hours, because the bar missed it's bartender and the tables missed their customers. Only one was full, a round table with men seated around it, creating a cloud of smoke from their cigars while throwing more money on an already big pile. Y/N smiled.

Poker was her favorite.

In Novyi Zem, she developed a gambling problem, leaving her often in debts that she paid by killing off various people for free. That, of course, killed her remaining sanity, so she learned when to stop. Whenever she had a bad day, she had to lock herself at home from going, otherwise she knew she'd be playing until she had the last coin on her side. Her addiction got better, but, as they say, no addiction ever goes away. It lives in your mind, hidden in the darkest corners, waiting it's turn to take over again. It was it's turn and Y/N gladly gave it control.

"Can I play?" she asked, but her tone already decided for them. Their eyes noticed her and she took a quick look at all of them. Two men probably in their fifties, one in his early thirties with an apron around his body. The bartender she thought. One Suli boy in his mid twenties, she guessed, and one Zemeni boy not older than her for sure. They looked confused, but after a moment, their faces relaxed and one of the oldest smiled. ,"Of course, sweetheart. Take a seat."

She did so, sitting down next to the Zemeni boy. She knew better than to sit between old guys. The boy shuffled through the deck and gave everyone two cards. "You have money to play with?" he asked, keeping his cards out of her sight. Y/N kept eye contact while reaching in her back pocket and taking out a small moneyback. A gift from Pekka Rollins. Who would she be if she wouldn't rob him a little.

The men smiled and soon the game would begin. They started with 10 kruge. Y/N looked at her cards: an eight and Jack, not in the color. She threw in 10 kruge, believing in taking a risk. Zemeni boy followed her action while the Suli folded his cards. Y/N always wondered what made people do that in the first round. Perhaps really bad cards, not liking the risk or not enough money. Either way, he was out. The dealer- which she found out to be the role of the bartender- laid out two cards: a seven and a ten. Y/N only needed a nine to have a straight. She was relieved with having a chance to win, but kept her stone cold face and her hopes low. Someone may have better cards than her. The bet was raised to 50 kruge by one of the grandpas and Y/N studied his face as if she would find his cards in there. He could be bluffing or he really believed in himself.

Y/N called in, throwing 40 kruge into the pile. The bag had around 150, so she could risk it all. The Zemeni raised the bet to 70, giving her a soft smile. She mirrored it and took 30 kruge out of the bag. She had good cards and wasn't in the mood to fold them. Besides, she already threw in 40 kruge and wasn't planning on losing it. The bartender blew out air while giving up his kruge. "You believe in yourself boy." he lightly shook his head and smiled. The boy next to her leaned into his chair looking at the dealer: "It's not that I believe in myself Jeni," he looked around the table, "I just don't believe you."

They giggled at his response as the barkeeper laid out a card: Ace. Y/N still had two chances at winning. Some men hummed in thinking, while the Zemeni boy looked at her, supporting his head with his palm. "You're up, darling" he stated. Y/N looked at the cards on the table, considering the risk. She wanted to seem confident, like her cards couldn't be beaten, but not too much, so it wouldn't be suspicious. She also needed some money for another game. She reached into the moneybag and pulled out 30 kruge, raising the bet to a hundred. They seemed almost surprised, but they obliged and added the money. One of the older men folded his cards, gaining a hurtful and confused look from the other.

"What? Bluffing only goes so far.." he defended himself and prove Y/N's previous thoughts right. "Bluffing is low of you, Bernar." said the other and looked away from his friend. "At least I had the balls to bet, unlike Han over there." Bernar chuckled, pointing his head to the Suli boy. "Well, I didn't lose 70 kruge for poor bluff." Han said and Y/N noticed he sounded younger than he looked. The boy next to her took 10 kruge in his hand and turned to Y/N: "For your courage I raise the bet." He gently put the money in the pile, making it now 110 kruge. He seemed pretty confident the whole game, but that didn't threw her off the tracks. She smiled sweetly at him: "20 kruge," she said, giving the money onto the table, "only for the sake of the game."

The Zemeni laughed and pointed a finger at her: "I like this girl.". The pit now held 500 kruge. Y/N was feeling herself. She was no longer thinking about Kaz and felt like she visited Ketterdam as a trip down a memory lane, not to kill a man she wished was already rotting in a grave. This group seemed unbothered by everything going on, their only problem was not having money for a game or bad luck. She wanted to stay here forever, play cards without being afraid of someone like Rollins or Kaz, drink booze, lose money and win them back. It was a dream she couldn't fulfill, but could enjoy for now.

Jeni, the bartender as Y/N learned, folded his cards and the old man followed his action. Bernar laughed at the sight of that and almost fell down his chair. "So you accuse me of leaving and still are scared of a little raise." he patted his clearly annoyed friend on his shoulder. "Even your wife would call you a coward now, Harvey." he said, going into another phase of laughter. Y/N found it extremely addicting and let a grin appear on her face. She also noticed the small diamond on the man's left hand.

I'll buy you the biggest diamond in the world.

Y/N had to stop her thoughts before Kaz gets more into her mind. "Alright, Bernar, you can stop now." said Harvey, throwing his cards into a small deck created by other unfortunate cards.

"It's just you and me, princess." said the boy and smiled, Y/N gladly returning it, like many times before. Jeni added another card into the line: a two. Dissapointment was quickly consuming her after seeing that card. Only one chance or she'll lose 120 kruge. Her face was the only calm part of her. The boy was thinking and after that, he looked at her. "I'll check if you check." he said, piercing her with his green eyes. Y/N looked back at her cards as if she needed a reminder she might lose if the last card won't be in her favor. She thought about the boy while looking at the line of cards laid out. He took risky moves every round, now he wanted to check. She didn't believe that. Either the last card also holds his chance of winning or he wants to trick her. If she backed down now, it would have revealed her uncertainty she had in her cards and he could make that his upper hand. Y/N didn't think he would have the ability to do that, but it had happen to her once. She lost a lot of money that day. She has only 30 kruge left and the night is still young. Y/N looked at the boy and held eye contact. He smiled during her gaze, curious to know her answer. She smiled back.

"15 kruge."

His smile got even bigger once she placed the money in front of him. Others were just silently watching, afraid that any noise will ruin the entertainment. He happily matched her raise and both of them looked at the dealer. "I said I like her." the boy said before Jeni dealed the last card. Y/N's breathing stopped as if it would affect the symbol on the card, her eyes trying to see through the colorful side to the other. The last card was laid on the table and everyone took a piece off of it with their eyes.

A nine.

The remaining players leaned back in their chair and looked at each other, both trying to read a reaction from the eyes. "For Saints' sake just lay them out already!" Harvey ordered, obviously frustrated by the cliffhanging situation. The boy nodded his chin towards her: "Wanna go first?" Y/N looked at the cards and then to the table, enjoying the stalling that seemed like they agreed to do. She looked back at him: "No, you go." The boy looked away before drawing his cards on the table: two Jack's. "Three of a kind." he said proudly and looked around the table to aknowledge their impressed humming, Y/N joined. He playfully bowed his head, looking back at the girl. She continued nodding in awe, feeding his ego. She took her cards and placed them towards the Zemini.

"Straight."

It was quiet for 2 seconds before everyone bursted out laughing, except the last two players. The boy looked dissapointed, hurt almost, while Y/N smiled at him. "Beginner's luck!" he argued when the table became quieter again. "I don't know Jesper, we've been playing for a year and you've won," Jeni turned to the old men with a question in his eyes, "two times in total?" The men only nodded with a smile as an agreement. Y/N took the money while Jesper took the cards and shuffled the deck: "I'll make that three times this game."

They have played some more, Y/N lost some money, but nothing brutal. She found out that the Suli boy, Han, was good at it, only afraid to take big risks. Throughout the night she uncovered everyone's weaknesses. Bernar liked to bluff, but after a few games, she could almost always tell when he's faking it or not. Harvey was pretty decent in the game and Y/N couldn't figure out his tactics, but raise the bet above 10 kruge in the last draw and he folds, Jeni played safe like most of players do, but he also watched everyone's reaction and took risks based on them. They must have come to his bar often to know them and their style, so Y/N changed her emotionless face and showed a resemblance of dissapointment or happines, it depended on her cards. And Jesper, he only took risks. It didn't matter if his cards are any good, he never folded once during the night. He also never won for the third time.

It was getting late and Han already left. Y/N folded her cards in the beginning, not wanting to risk her money over a two and a five. The only players now were Harvey, Bernar and Jesper, obviously. Jeni yawned, playing with the deck, ready to lay the last card onto the table. "Now, if you go all in, I might give you some of the money I'll win" said Harvey, with his elbows digged into the table. Y/N wondered if they made holes in the wood by being there for so long. Jesper shook his head and laughed a bit: "Oh no dear friend, the thing is that you are holding a complete shit and you want me to be as miserable as you are right now."

Y/N would argue with that logic, but she was tired and if he would lose his money, this little gathering would be broke off and she didn't have a place to sleep. It was one of the things she wanted to take care of after she kills Rollins, but that didn't go as planned. She saw Jesper's cards and she knew he couldn't win this with a pair, Bernar wasn't bluffing. Y/N thought Bernar and Harvey, long time friends as she found out during the second game, were teaming up on poor Jesper. Harvey probably didn't have good cards, but Bernar did. Harvey will try and trick Jesper into betting more money and Bernar will then take the win, splitting it when they're on their way home.

"Oh come one boy, as if you would ever win something!" Harvey sounded pissed and played into Jesper's theory. Y/N could warn him about the trap he was about to enter, but decided to enjoy the show instead. "Harvey, just fold. I don't want you to lose all of your savings." joked Bernar and knocked onto the table two times as a sign of check. "I've already thrown out 200 kruge in this game, ain't running away now." he argued and went all in. Jesper was surprised, but lured. Y/N knew he won't run away from a big risk, even though this wasn't a risk but a financial suicide. Bernar shook his head, but gave his money in too. "It's not late to fold Jes." he said and gave his last kruge onto the pile. Jesper stared at him for a long time, Y/N started to think that he might really back off, but he reminded her of herself when she developed this addiction. Backing away from all in's used to make her stomach twist. She had hope in him, but he quickly snatched that with his money and threw both on the table. Harvey smirked, but Bernar counted his money and seemed very unhappy.

"Hold on, you don't have the same amount." he said looking at the boy. Jesper looked taken aback and furrowed his eyebrows. "If you wanna play, you need 20 more kruge." Bernar explained. Jesper leaned back into his chair, thinking and then looking at Y/N. She knew what he was going to ask her and wanted to turn it to her advantage. He smiled so purely, almost looking like a puppy. He had a time to master this face huh? "Y/N, sweetie, would you please lend me 20 kruge? You've seen my cards. You know.". Oh, she knew, and she wouldn't lend him a kruge on any other day, but as she sat in the wooden chair, almost falling asleep one time, she had to think about a place to spend the night. And if Jesper has been playing for a year with them,- maybe more before- only won twice and is still sitting here in a leather coat with money, he had to have it.

"Alright Jes, I'll give it to you." she said, reaching in the moneybag. Jesper's face lit up at that response and Y/N had to question if this was a first time after a long time that someone agreed to lend him money. "Don't do that Y/N, or you'll never see him again." the guys laughed as Jeni said that, startling her a bit, because she thought he was asleep. She took 20 kruge and showed it to Jesper. "I'll give it to you if I can sleep wherever you're sleeping tonight.". Her request took him by surprise. He studied her face and Y/N feared he might decline, maybe taking home a stranger was worse than to fold your cards. Jesper seemed like he understood though, and nodded. Y/N, half dissapointed in him and half releaved she won't be in the streets tonight, gave him the money. Jesper smiled and winked at her, making the kruge in his hands dissapear in the pile.

"Card, please." he said and Jeni, looking like he just woke up, draw the last card in front of them. It was silence after, no one wanted to show their cards. Jesper scoffed and threw his cards on the desk: "Pair." Harvey let his cards slide across the table. Y/N made out a four and a King, but she knew Bernar would probably have something more. ,,Told you, you have shit." said Jesper before he looked at Bernar, eager to know what he has. Bernar sighed and laid out one card: a six. Jesper rushed air through his nose, being happy for having a chance to win with his Seven and curious for the last Bernar's card. Bernar looked at him being so hungry for the money and said: "Better luck next time.". Jesper furrowed his brows looking at the last card falling out og Bernar's hand.

Ace.

He looked at the cards on the table.

Seven, Ace, Five, Ace, Six.

Full House.

Jesper froze and watched Bernar laugh as he took all of the money. Y/N hanged her head back. She saw it coming. Jeni sighed and got up: "Alright fellas, time to go.". He pated Jesper on a shoulder and went to turn off the remaining lights. Harvey and Bernar stood up and so did Jesper and Y/N. She streched for having to sit for so long and turned to them. "It was a pleasure, Y/N. I hope we'll see you again." Harvey said, still acting like he's upset. She smiled back and shook hands with both of them. Jesper motioned her out and, saying good night to Jeni, they were out. "This way." said the boy and Y/N followed him.

"No one could know he had a Full House." she tried to make him feel better, even though she knew it. Not that he had a Full House, but better cards in general. At least I have a place to stay tonight. Jesper chuckled at her attempt, kicking an invisible rock on the ground. "It's fine. Sorry about your money." he apologized and Y/N smiled, touching the moneybag in her pocket. It was fuller than before, so she was happy. They walked over the cannal at East Stave and were heading for a Financial District, as Jesper revealed. "Why do you gamble in The Barrel when you live in a district?" she asked when they were on the other side of Zentsbridge. The nightsky was beautiful, every star held a secret and the Moon gathered them all inside. She always loved night more than day. The Sun was alone in the sky, sometimes acompanied by clouds, but they were all the same and the view is quickly boring. Stars are every night different and sometimes not seen at all. She was surprised they are visible here when the Sun sometimes hides itself from this awful place.

"It used to be where I lived. Plus I work there." he spoke and Y/N nodded. She didn't want to seem nosy, but he had to expect the follow up question: "Where do you work?". He stopped and looked around and then continued to walk a different way. Y/N blindly followed him, already suspicious that he wanted to rob her. He could do that easily, she didn't know this part of Ketterdam. He seemed to think about the answer. "I work in The Crow Club." he looked at her with that. It didn't ring a bell in Y/N's mind, but she would definitely remember it from now on. She only nodded in understandment, acting as if she knew what the place was. She expected the question in return and her expectations were fulfilled.

Y/N said only the truth, not thinking lying was a great play here. She was playing a game with him, without Jesper even knowing. "I'm a hitman." Jesper stopped in his tracks once the words left her mouth. Y/N looked at him and smiled: "No, I wasn't hired to kill you.". He seemed relieved after that. "Who is your target then? If it isn't a secret, that is." he joked. Y/N was scared to say the truth. She didn't know if the club Jesper worked at wasn't owned by Rollins and she wouldn't risk that chance. "It is, sorry." she apologized, feeling like she has to. Jesper seemed to understand and didn't ask further questions.

They continued to walk and talk, until they've reached a mansion. Y/N gasped when Jesper walked casually towards the entrance. He noticed her absence and turned around. She looked at the building, sparkling with moon shine. It was beautiful and very expensive and Y/N didn't need proof to know she's right. "Cute, isn't it." Jesper called out to her and she moved her eyes on him. "Now, it's not mine, I just live here. It belongs to a very adorable merchling,but he's a little..." Jesper drew little circles with his index finger pointed at the side of his head, clearly not noticing the door open behind him.

"Am I now?" a voice said and Y/N shifted her gaze there. Jesper was startled and turned around. She walked over to them, while the boy tried to explain himself: "Whaat? No, we weren't talking about you, pretty boy. Let us in, I wanna introduce your smart brain to my new friend.". He walked around the guy into the house. Y/N smiled at the owner, not knowing if she had to bow in presence of a merchant. She was taught to bow to every man that came into the warehouse, even though he wasn't any rank, slaves were the lowest class there was. The boy nodded inside: "Come in, you look better than his other friends." he said and walked into the house with her.

Sleeping in a mansion for 20 kruge almost made her feel bad.

Almost.

[airisu-desu]

Fix it ! " Mitsuya x fem!reader "

★- warnings : Mitsuya Takashi x fem!reader , innocent reader , NSFW , smut , s*x , aged up , 🔞 , fingering , nipple play , minors don't interact .

★- Airisu : that's my first time writing a fanfic , I hope you enjoy reading it ~

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- " ugh , what's up with my blouse , I can't button it up ? It was my favourite *sigh* ".

- " Mitsuya should know what to do with it , I'll ask him ".

Y/N goes to Mitsuya's house *knocks* , :" Mitsuya are you here ? It's Y/N " .

With lazy steps getting near :" comin' " Mitsuya opens the door slowly to see Y/N standing with a tote bag in her hand :" oh , it's just you "

Y/N say pouting :" What do you mean 'just me ' ". You push the door entering :" excuse me " . Mitsuya replies after closing the door :" I'm alone at home , Luna and Mana are out with my mom ". " So why did you come ? It's not you coming for no reason " . Y/N smiles widely and turns to face Mitsuya :" My blouse doesn't fit me anymore do somethin' about it " . He rolls his eyes :" I'm kinda busy now , I'll see it later ".

Y/N rush into him then shake him furiously :" but I need it now it's my fav FIX IT ! " Mitsuya sighs then nods taking the bag heading to his room and you following him , he takes the blouse from the bag and spread it over the table :" it looks suitable , which part didn't fit you ? ". Y/N looks straight in his eyes and says with hand on her chest :" the chest area , my boobs grow a little bit bigger I think". Mitsuya blush a lil' for her straightforwardness , then he focus on the blouse :" hmm ".

Mitsuya cuts some parts from the front of the blouse , bring the tape measure and head to Y/N :" I'm gonna take your measurements ". :" Okay , go ahead ". Then you suddenly take off your shirt which caught Mitsuya off guard :" w-what are you doing ? " he says , " you wanted to take measurements so I took off my shirt , shouldn't I do it ? " . *Your innocence make his heart flutter* :" it's okay " . Mitsuya place the tape on your waist while he slightly touches your soft skin *Y/N feel her chest thightens* , his hands move to your chest while he keep taking the measurements , his face blushing to her beautiful body .

Every touch fasten your heart beats and make Mitsuya wants to discover your body ,his hand reach your back unhooking your bra and take it off leaving you half naked while the cold breeze from the window hitting your breasts .

Y/N:" Mi-Mitsuya ... What are you doing ? ".

Mitsuya push you to the bed with a hand holding on your neck and another playing with you hardened nipple and squishing your breast , then he pull you into a passionate kiss...

"Mi-tsu— " you say trying to take a breath , Mitsuya let his tongue in your mouth deepening the kiss more , then he pull out with a string of saliva connecting your mouths together :" you're so beautiful " Mitsuya says with his eyes fixed on you :" .. but I can stop if you don't want to . Do you want me to continue Y/N ? " . *New feelings finding her way to Y/N's heart without an alert , feelings she can't understand but can't stop thinking about Mitsuya and his soft touches on her body* you nod looking away from Mitsuya blushing hard with a shaky voice say :" I don't know but I want Mitsuya to touch me more ".

Mitsuya cupps your cheeks in his hand making you facing him , he smile to you kindly then put a soft kiss on your lips quickly *barely last for 3 sec* then he move his hand down your waist reaching your skirt pulling it down along with your pants to face your bare pink cunt :" it's wet , wet for me , did you like my touch that much , was it good ? I'm gonna make u feel more good " , mitsuya opens her legs wide and slip one finger inside her cunt while rubbing it , a moan slip your lips made mitsuya more an' more excited , then he slips two other fingers in making your cunt clinch around his fingers swallowing them inside while he reaches her g-spot , Y/N :" ahn , Mitsuya .. "

:" That's good , you're doing good Y/N ". His cock is getting erected to your sexy moans and fuzzy face then he pulls his fingers out :" I'm gonna enter you okay ?! " , " Mhm " is all what you could say , you're too swallown in your own pleasure barely hear his words . Mitsuya get off his cloths then pants and lead his member to your entrance , the tip of his member rubbed your cunt which sends shiver down your spine :" hyangh " , you moan and try to close your legs but mituya's hand stop you then enters you gently and softly til he reaches the bottom of her clit and lean down resting his head on your and kissing your collarbone passionately leaving small love marks every here and there while you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly while repeating his name like a spell :" Mitsuya .. Mitsuya ... Mitsu— " . He starts moving little by little setting his pace while your bodies heated and your moans are getting louder and louder filling the room . :" cum- I'm gonna cum .. " , Mitsuya says panting :" .. let's do it together ". Both of you are close to your orgasm ..

a warm liquid fill your cunt while your cum mixing together . He pulls out leaving your cunt feeling the gap left of his member .

Mitsuya kisses your forehead :" you okay , let me help you clean " . You replie breathless :" yeah "

You two clean then mitsuya lies on the bed beside you and you hug ..

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- a while later -

:" Mitsuya "

:" Yes ? "

:" Um... My blouse .. "

:" Oh— " .

★- Airisu : copyright ©2021, airisu-desu all rights reserved ( written originally by me , do not edit or repost my work on other platforms like Wattpad , Quotev .. Likes and reblogs are appreciated ) thanks for reading .

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Akaashi x fem!Reader | Daichi x fem!Reader | Oikawa x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request:  🥺👉👈 if you could do more single mom headcanon-fic-things LOL SORRY IDK WHAT TO CALL THEM and w/ akaashi, daichi, and oikawa? THANK U i love u and your writing you're so sweet  —anonymous

a/n: okay so strangely enough, i thoroughly enjoyed writing oikawa's and it's probably my fav out of these three 😳 thank u for giving me the chance to write these and thank u for the kind words! i hope u like it 👉👈

❀ he’s been noticing you more and more — sat on the corner of the cafe he frequents during his breaks

❀ you would always order the same drink and sit on the same table by the window, he would occasionally glance at you, admiring the way sunlight hits your skin and the way the cafe music seemed to be playing solely for you

❀ but you always left too soon for his liking, 15 minutes before 2 in the afternoon to be exact

❀ he never knew where you went or what you did outside of the little cafe he sees you in everyday

❀ but soon enough, he was given a chance

“excuse me, is this seat taken?” 

he saw your eyes look up at him in surprise and your lips curve into a small smile, “oh! no, go ahead”

“sorry for the trouble, i didn’t expect it to be this packed today”, he said in an attempt to engage in small talk

“it’s no problem at all” you assured him with another smile, “i often see you here, do you work nearby?”

❀ the two of you continued to chat until akaashi needed to remind you of the time

❀ but of course before you could even leave he'll ask you for your number saying

"i'd really like to know you more, if that's alright with you"

❀ of course it's alright with you sjckskdks

❀ the two of you would meet at the café everyday, except the weekends — same spot and same time, until it became part of your routines

❀ keiji took his time getting to know you and openly expresses his admiration for you

❀ of course you liked him back, he was sweet and considerate, he was everything you would like in a partner

❀ but you just needed to make sure of one thing before diving headfirst into a relationship

"akaashi-san—"

"keiji", he corrected, reaching out for your hand

the warmth of his hand helped eased your nerves of bringing up something that may potentially be a huge deal breaker

"keiji, we've been meeting for a while and i thought maybe it's time i tell you,"

❀ when you said you have a daughter, you never would've expected him to say "can i meet her?"

❀ you almost cried then and there— it had always been a big deal to the guys you met before, you being a single mother

❀ keiji sensed your relief and squeezed your hand in reassurance that it really was no big deal to him

❀ well it was, but it wasn't something that would easily shake up his resolve of being with you

❀ meeting your daughter for the first time was set in the same café, on a saturday half past noon

❀ he smiled seeing the quiet four year old on your lap, curious eyes and a small smile as he held out the little bunny plushie he got for her as a gift

❀ weekend café dates became frequent with the three of you and soon became home dates— alternating between your and keiji's apartments

❀ your daughter loved when he read to her, having her sat on his lap with a picture book in his hands

❀ more often than not, you would catch him fast asleep on the couch— picture book on the floor and your child snuggled up against his chest

❀ during these moments, especially, you couldn't help but imagine spending every day with them both without having to part ways by the end of it

❀ and of course, when he wakes up, keiji can't help but think the same thing when he wakes up to you smiling softly at him and the little girl who kept a part of his heart inside her tiny little hands

❀ your son met him first

❀ he just got out of the police academy and was assigned near the elementary school gates

❀ kids would often come up to him with fascination in their eyes

❀ and it wasn't a different case with your seven year old son

"hey mister are you a policeman?"

"sure i am, why do you ask?" he answers with the softest smile, crouching down to the child's level

"that's so cool! mom said my dad was a policeman, maybe you're my dad?"

he watched the boy's eyes widen in realization and he couldn't help but chuckle

"sorry, bud, but i don't think i have a child yet neither do i have a wife"

"well do you want one?"

❀ that effectively painted his cheeks in red, standing straight up and ruffling the boy's hair, urging him to go straight home

❀ everyday your son would come up to him to ask him the same questions and saying the same things

"would you want to be my dad?"

"i think it'll be sooo cool to have you as my dad"

"let me ask my mom if you can be my dad"

❀ jesus help this man pls

❀ he found it all to be endearing and soon enough he looked forward to chatting with your son for a few minutes every afternoon on his way home from school

❀ your child would always brag about how nice you are, how pretty, and just how amazing of a mom you are

❀ an amazing lil wingman if u ask me

❀ it wasn't until one of his day offs that he met this wonderful mom that he always heard of— and boy was he stunned

❀ he was out grocery shopping, skimming the aisles when he heard the familiar voice of your son

"mama, it's the policeman i was talking to you about!"

before you even had the chance to react, your child bolted through the spice aisle and cling to this man's leg

you quickly caught up to him and was about to apologize to the stranger when you saw him get to your child's level and pat at his head

"oh hey, didn't know i'd catch you here"

"i'm with mama! now you can see just how pretty she is!"

❀ the comment made both your faces heat up but even moreso when daichi looked up at you, absentmindedly muttering a "she is"

❀ your son had the proudest grin on his face >:)

❀ the three of you went out for lunch then which you insisted to be for all the trouble your son has caused him— who so conveniently disappeared to the playhouse to leave you two to yourselves

❀ it didn't take a lot for daichi to be absolutely smitten by you— admiring how you could handle a child and a job all by yourself and still managing to have that pretty smile on your face

❀ he had to thank your son his little accomplice the next time they have their afternoon chat

❀ and maybe start planning on "Operation Get Mom and Daichi-san Together"

❀ started as students sharing a class and later on became inseparable best friends

❀ you two met in college

❀ tōru would rave on and on about how much better you were than "iwa-chan" whom he never lets you see during their facetimes bec you "might fall for him and choose iwa-chan over me"

❀ he was there to witness you going out with an orgmate, there to listen about the first time you got laid, and of course he was there to comfort you when your ex left the moment you told him you were pregnant during your third year in college

"do you want to keep it?"

tōru held you close as you cried, his soft voice mingling with your sobs

"i d-don't know"

you buried your face on his chest, prompting him to hold you tighter and rub comforting circles on your back

"whatever you choose to do, i'll be here", he promised "i won't leave you"

❀ the moment you decided to keep your baby was the moment it was decided that oikawa would co-parent with you

❀ during your pregnancy, he came to your apartment everyday and stayed over on weekends

❀ he kept his promise and never left your side even after you gave birth

❀ he practically moved in with you, staying up late at night to care for your child so you could get some rest, he changed schedules and skipped classes to let you continue going to yours

❀ it was alright, he said, afterall a pro volleyball team was already eyeing him— he was set even before graduation

❀ the both of you fell into a steady rhythm of domesticity

❀ eating breakfast together, taking turns changing your daughter's diapers, cuddling in the same bed and having sleepy conversations about the future and how you're both thankful of the other

❀ it was never established what you two were— you just knew that you were each other's constant and that you promised to stay with the other until god knows when

"what're you planning to do then?"

"i don't knoooow~ iwa-chan help me out here~"

"well, for starters, you should go and tell her— y'know, about argentina"

there was a moment of silence between the line, tōru mulling over his options

"i don't want to leave her" was his quiet reply

"i know you don't, but this opportunity may never come by again, don't let it slip"

❀ it was a few weeks before your graduation, your daughter now more than a year old, when he received the call inviting him to play for argentina

❀ on one hand he knew it was the chance of a lifetime, but when he looks at you in his arms with your daughter on your chest, he couldn't even think about leaving you

❀ it was less about the promise he made and more about how he couldn't imagine his everyday without the two of you

"y/n-chan~"

you only hummed in response but looked up to meet his eyes

"if i were to get invited to go to the other side of the world to play volleyball, would you come with me?"

he held your gaze with hesitation

"i'll go anywhere with you, tōru, i thought you knew that by now"

a small smile of relief graced his face as he exhaled, closing his eyes and rubbing his face against yours, "thank you"

the next few moments were spent in comfortable silence before he broke it with a chuckle, "is it too late now to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

"tōru, we're basically a married couple for the past two years"

...

...

...

"so will you marry me for real?"

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter two - “bucky”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.4k

summary: after arriving in wakanda, (Y/N) figures out who and what she’s there for (with the help of our fav young genius)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: not my photo

"Christ, you're astonishingly intelligent. How could you possibly need my help?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm kind of a joke compared to your big brain."

As the young Wakandan princess showed (Y/N) around her extremely impressive laboratory, she thought back to her conversation with Sharon.

***

"I'm needed? In Wakanda?" she said, dumbfounded. "What am I gonna do? Help them hunt for food?"

"Well, that's the thing," Sharon began. "Wakanda isn't what you think it is. The third world country we all thought we knew is just a facade to protect the true nature of Wakanda."

(Y/N) stared, not following. Sharon continued.

"It's actually a highly advanced, technologically progressive metropolis. They have some of the smartest people and most exceptional innovations in the world. It was all a cover up."

She nodded, finally understanding, "Well, I can't say that I blame them for hiding from the world. I can only imagine what would happen, especially from the hands of America."

Sharon chuckled. "Steve settled things with T'Challa, the former prince, and the royal family are allowing him and Barnes to take refuge there until further notice. Evidently, they have the tech and the minds to undo whatever damage Hydra did to Barnes."

***

"Well, I could do this by myself, but my focus is predominantly on electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, and high-energy particle physics," the young princess explained, gesturing to various pieces of state-of-the-art tech around her lab. "I'm not really an expert in social sciences just yet; that would be you. I was told you were exceptional. Oh, and Captain Rogers needed someone he could trust on short notice. So, here you are, on account of a Sharon Carter, right?"

"Absolutely correct... your highness?" (Y/N) replied, though it was more of a question than anything else.

The princess laughed a genuine laugh, "Oh, no need for formalities! We're colleagues now and we're going to be working collaboratively. Please, call me Shuri."

"Got it," she nodded, smiling and slightly embarrassed. "...so, not to sound like more of an idiot than I probably already seem, but what exactly is this project we're working on? No one really thought it would be a good idea to tell me before I took the plane ride to another continent- which is lovely by the way."

"Well," Shuri started, gesturing her to follow along as they walked through the rest of the lab, "you know that man who allegedly bombed the UN conference in Vienna, consequently killing my father and forcing my brother to assume his place as king?"

(Y/N) gulped. "Yes."

"Yeah, he's here. He's the project. But don't worry! He didn't actually set off the bomb; he was framed."

Oh. Okay. What was she supposed to say to that? (Y/N) couldn't figure out an answer so she continued to nod and try not to look too idiotic.

"As you already know, he has suffered greatly. He's not in control of his own mind. Our job is to dismantle whatever programming Hydra drilled into his poor brain through years of abuse and torture."

(Y/N) remembered the horrible things she read in his file. The trauma, the cruelty, the destruction of humanity. Suddenly, she was no longer at a loss of words... or thoughts. She was going to help an innocent man. Well, the truly innocent man who was locked inside Hydra's homemade killer.

What was done to him was a monstrosity; it was, up to date, the worst thing she had ever seen done to a human being. And, if she can do anything to help take away or relieve some of that pain, she was happy to play her part. A good way to do that was probably to zone back in to what Shuri was saying.

"...and there's two main components to this. Number one is his physical pain. Meaning the biochemicals and neurons in his brain in addition to his arm and the nerve endings and anything else of his that they broke: the stuff I will take care of. Number two is his mental pain. Meaning his psyche, trauma, behavior, emotions, and all that other fun psychology stuff that you will take care of."

"So, I'm basically operating as a therapist?"

"Basically. Among other things."

(Y/N) stared at the floor in front of her, letting it all sink in. She was going to therapize the Winter Soldier. Whatever that was going to entail was a mystery to her. He was nothing she'd ever heard of. Of course she was extraordinary at her job, but this was new territory for her.

Unaware of what else to say, (Y/N) blurted out, "So... you said he's here..."

"Yes. Follow me, you can come meet him."

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt. He is innocent, but that doesn't stop him from scaring her a bit... even though she's never actually met him in the person.

She followed behind as Shuri led her out of the lab and through a multitude of different rooms and hallways. She was nervous, indeed. She was in a place she'd never been with people she'd never met about to see a person with a caliber she'd of never imagined.

(Y/N) wondered what he'd be like. Would she be meeting who he was before Hydra sunk their claws into him? Or would she be meeting some hybrid of the man he used to be and the pain he's been forced to endure? She wasn't sure what to expect. But she didn't have time to imagine another scenario when Shuri opened a door and they were greeted by a freezing cold breeze.

"Don't mind the cold. It's supposed to be like that," Shuri said as she held the door open and walked inside.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her midsection before her mouth dropped. In the middle of the room stood a giant glass chamber holding no other than James Barnes inside. It looked so strange to her, surreal even. He was frozen? Suspended animation. She didn't think humans were supposed to look like that. He almost looked dead. The slightest shiver ran down her spine.

"He's in a state of cryogenic sleep," Shuri explained. "Completely alive, but the chamber reduces his metabolism to its lowest possible level, allowing his body to be preserved for long periods of time."

"That's... slightly horrifying. I've heard of cryogenics, but I've never seen it first hand. How does it even work?" (Y/N) inquired as she ran her hand lightly across the glass.

It's so cold. She couldn't imagine being in there.

"In cryogenic sleep, an antifreeze agent is added, replacing the water in his cells. Then, the tissue is cooled to -220 degrees Fahrenheit, but instead of crystallizing into ice, the chemicals clump together and become solid. They're actually molecularly similar to glass. This new glass form prevents the cells from bursting and, theoretically, this could hold him in stasis forever."*

"Wow," she mused, still awestruck, staring at the chamber.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I'm good," (Y/N) chuckled, "it's just that advanced science is just shocking sometimes. And when you said I was going to meet him, I didn't think you meant like this."

Shuri smiled. "Oh, I didn't."

And with that, all it took was the push of a button and the chamber came out of dormancy. It was whirring and hissing, and (Y/N) could feel the temperature slowly start to rise. She glanced up and witnessed what looked like a miracle as color began to bloom onto his previously blanched features. He too was coming out of dormancy; he was coming alive.

(Y/N) almost startled when his eyes opened, but remained completely still when the chamber door opened. James blinked a couple times, taking in his surroundings. He looked anxious; she could understand why. She tried not to meet his eyes.

I'll let Shuri take the lead on this one, she thought.

As if on queue, Shuri gave him a polite smile and started to undo his restraints.

"Hello Sergeant Barnes. Welcome back! My name is Shuri, T'Challa's younger and much smarter sister. This," she gestured to (Y/N), "is Dr. (Y/L/N). Together, we'll be conducting your treatment plan."

He stepped out of the chamber, shaking Shuri's hand. He had almost a foot over her but towered over both of them regardless. Then, he turned to (Y/N). She wasn't sure what to think.

"It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes," she said with a curt smile, as she shook his hand. Cold. She pretended not to notice.

He looked down at her and for a moment she thought he looked docile. Benevolent and soft.

His eyes are very blue.

"Please," he said, a kindhearted gentleness coating his voice, "call me Bucky."

- - -

* = info on cryogenics from inverse.com

[lesakuraciel]

trans ask game!

original by @solareclipselgbt

1.) what’s your gender and pronouns?

nb and they/them!

2.) what does your name mean (either literally, or to you personally)

i don't feel a particular connection to my birth name, though it is based off anna karenina (it's anna corinne), but i've been toying w the idea of going by ashe... obv it's based on the tree but to me it means walking through a dappled forest near the end of winter, timeless and strange and perfect

3.) when and how did you realize you were trans?

not entirely sure, def after i figured out i wasn't straight(which was aug. 2016), but as far as accepting my place under the /trans/ flag (i knew i was nb, but was still hesitant bc of the people against enbys iding as trans), that didn't happen until like. end of last year,

4.) what was the most helpful in figuring out and accepting yourself as trans?

my trans friends definitely!! and also doing a report on enbys in the trans community, and subsequently finding what, the white stripe means, i still have trouble asking people who already know me to use they/them though,, (i still say she/her is fine even though it's kinda not)

5.) have you or do you plan on medically transitioning?

i do plan to get top surgery! and soon, hopefully!!! other than that, i eventually want a hysterectomy, but no hrt

6.) what’s something you’re most looking forward to in your transition (or something that was your favorite part of transitioning)?

no! boobs! i hate them!! and not having to wear extra layers (read: binder) in summerr

7.) do you have dyed hair?

sjsjsnd yea it's dark blue right now don't think /that's/ natural lmao i even have The Haircut (tm)

8.) who was the first person you came out to (or plan to come out to)?

i'm pretty sure it was my good friend henry!! i mean, he also basically told me i wasn't straight cause i wouldn't admit it :'>

9.) what’s your favorite season?

fall!! so many pretty colors and finally, appropiate weather for the jackets i wear year-round,

10.) have you ever been to pride?

yep! i went to pride for the first time in tacoma last year!! (plan to go to the seattle one this year)

11.) if you’re on hrt, what changes suprised you the most?

not on hrt!

12.) what gives you the most gender euphoria?

oh being called "sir" definitely, and a xloae second is when strangers use they/them to refer to me!

13.) do you have a specific piece of clothing thats especially gender affirming to you?

hmm i mean my binder obv but other than that, certain shirts when i bind? idk they just Do(tm)

14.) what’s your favorite trans joke or meme?

friend who is very comfortable in their identity: talks abt someone not realizing and being transphobic around them/other people not knowing how trans things work/etc.

(sarcasm) wow i can't believe you're really a cishet

15.) if you’ve had any gender affirming surgeries, how was your experience? what are the biggest positive effects?

not had surgery yet, but kaiser permanante has been great so far in working w me !!!

16.) do you have any piercings?

haha just one in each ear, and i basically never use those

17.) who’s your favorite trans character? or do you have any characters you headcanon as trans?

we stan lup from taz in this house

other than that, i hc a lot of characters as trans! e.x. bakugo, todoroki, and kirishima (bnha), snufkin (moomins), indrid and angus (taz), and like, a lot more,,

18.) what do you wish other people understood better about being trans?

just. it's okay to ask pronouns. god

better to ask than to assume

also use context clues, jesus (like if someone isn't out, they may switch to a diff name for some people. never use it unless they ask you to)

19.) top 5 fav songs?

bohemian rhapsody - queen

oi - carbon leaf

light in the hallway - ptx

ocean city - anthony ramos (this isn't anywhere but soundcloud but it's So Good???? go listen)

wait for it - hamilton soundtrack

20.) what advice would you give your younger self?

you can be more assertive about being trans, most people are good abt it and those who aren't can learn or fuck right off

21.) do you have any pets?

yep! my baby, friend

and my doggo, kody!

22.) do you find yourself fitting into gender roles, or consider yourself gender non-conforming?

def gnc!! i like to be androgynous, whixh usually means wearing masc clothes bc i still present fem, somehow,

23.) are you part of your schools gsa or any lgbt organizations?

nope! i prefer to make friends by just chatting, and they usually end up being non-cishwt anyhow lmao

24.) any trans role models?

not really tbh, i see a lot of people that i want to emulate, but i can't think of any in particular atm.

now that i think abt it though, my friend henry has been a sort of guiding light in figuring out, accepting, and then loudly proclaiming my identity, bc i've def come a long way since sophomore year! (if you're reading this, thank u henry)

25.) did you go through multiple gender identities before figuring out your gender now?

yep! i id'ed as genderflux very shortly, then demigirl for a long time, and finally nb/genderqueer!

26.) what makes you most proud to be part of the trans community?

it's so positive and uplifting!! i love that people are just, kind to others that's v nice

27.) favorite movie growing up?

princess bride was and is my favorite movie, but mulan was my fav disney movie and well, if that was someone's fav movie and they ended up cishet? i'd be surprised

28.) if you went by multiple names before deciding your current name, which was the first?

n/a

29.) do you have any pride merch or pride related tattoos?

i have a rainbow flag (handheld) on my bookshelf, and a genderqueer one behind my bed (big)! i also have a trans flag shawl that i made, pan flag converse, several pride shirts, and a pride hat! i'm not shy about letting everyone know i'm neither straight nor cis lmao

30.) if you experience dysphoria, what do you find helps you the most?

binding definitely helps! i get mild dysphoria wearing anything other than a binder or sports bra, and also on my period :/

31.) do you have any siblings, friends, or family who are also trans?

@dorkryptos is my friend and so is henry!! none of my family is though ):

32.) which gender roles or cis beliefs do you find most ridiculous?

nail polish is feminine?? deodorant and razors are gendered???? flowy things are feminine????? guys can't have style beyond Tux(tm)????????????????? fuck all that noise

35.) if cis people didn’t exist for a day, what would you do?

33.) how did you decide on your current name?

go out and make some new friends! ^^

34.) do you fit any trans stereotypes?

i have dyed hair and That haircut, i'm fairly short and afab, i mostly wear ""masc"" clothes, i'm in high school, etc. etc.

ahah, i didn't? but w ashe i wanted smthn with the same initial, old-timey, and connected to nature

only like, every single trans nb stereotype,