#plum looks nice in that soft pink

[kissedloveletters]

just a kiss 、 multi . ₊˚ ♱

♱ synopsis ﹒ honkai starrail men kissing you

♱ characters ﹒ dr.ratio 、 moze 、 sunday 、 boothill .

♱ admin note ﹒ hello everyone ! irl stuff has been eating me up lately , sorry </3 i’ve finally got some time to write !⠀ ⠀..⠀ ⠀ cw ﹒sfw .

﹒ MOZE

he’s somewhat reserved and introverted, but that fact doesn’t stop him from being bold. if he wants to kiss you or if you want one; he’ll give you a peck on the cheek or a quick one on your lips — expect in serious situations — he isn’t shy to publicly give you affection as much as in private, just simple as — you want a kiss? ok, smooch! what does he have to be embarrassed or ashamed of?

his lips are semi - thin and are somewhat chapped — though you don’t mind — when you kiss; his lips are soft and gentle. you can smell the faint scent of death lingering among him and he can smell the fragrant scent clinging to your skin, usually humming in delight.

you can feel the genuine affection from his kisses; being so soft and gentle, like you were glass and if he put too much pressure you would break. gently puts both his hand on your cheek, while putting chaste kisses all over your face.. oh my god i’m melting

loves to kiss your cheek and lips, something sparks inside him every time you both kiss; it’s like you’re the warm glow in the cold winter night.

he overall just wants to protect you and keep you safe, you’re so precious to him and make him happy thank you would ever know, he might not be good at wording things but he is straight forward in telling you that he loves you and a little peck on your lips, he doesn’t want you to doubt yourself. ღ

﹒ SUNDAY

kissing sunday is a rarity, mainly so in public, he has an appearance as an important figure so he keeps stuff like kisses and affection private. but he will reach for your hand and kiss it in appropriate moments like meetings and such, of course.. what a gentle man

but alone — he’s more affectionate and kisses you more, more so on your cheeks and lips

chaste kisses ; his lips are so soft and you can feel the love being genuine from his lips, syrupy words coming from his mouth, he’s so lovable with you!

his lips are downward-turned and a pale pink that blends well with his skin tone. when you kiss you can smell a nice fresh scent sticking to his clothes and body, he’s well taken care of so there isn’t much a surprise of that.

loves to kiss your hand and lips, seeing your smile afterwards is always a pleasure to him. ღ

﹒ DR . RATIO

honestly, i don’t write him much but i don’t see him the affectionate type…he’s more words than actions so there would be barely any pda also since he wants to keep a professional look, he gets urges tho.

he doesn’t mind it if you’re the one to intend kisses in public, he doesn’t find it necessary and you should know he loves you; he isn’t in much relationship nor has time or holds any importance to it so he’s new to stuff like that..

occasionally will give you a chaste kiss on your forehead , lips or on your shoulders but nothing really else. his lips are a cupids bow; they are a plum pink and warm on your skin. he smells like fresh herbs and white chocolate. ღ

﹒ BOOTHILL

boothill is the same as moze — somewhat. he kisses you anytime and anywhere, expect in super serious situations or certain ones. usually he doesn’t care what other people think or say, will shamelessly make out with you to prove his point — though that somewhat happens since he can get jealous easily.

his lips are thin and is a very pale pink that almost match his skin tone, his kisses can be a mixed of rough and gentle at times. he feels warm and his lips are soft and smooth, nice against yours.

loves to kiss any part of you, a feel of you is equal to heaven, you yourself is so soothing and precious. since the only thing he can genuinely feel is his face he loves it when you cup his face when you both smooch, your hands bring him so much warmth and feels so affectionate .

if not his lips; kissing anywhere around his face is so precious to him, makes him feel warm and happy, having a visible smile—you’re his happiness and his .. basically everything, everything about you is perfect.. ღ

[marvelstan0905]

"Hello"

Kenji Sato X Interviewer!Readers [afab] (Oneshot)

Strangers to Lovers AU!

TW : flirting/crude comments/ fluffy/ blushing/petnames/persistence/skepticism/stuttering

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Another interview. Kenji was getting sick of them. They're a waste of time and he's already answered these questions five thousand times. This interview he couldn't pass up, his manager was quite strict about it. Kenji just finished putting Emi to sleep which meant he had three hours for this dumb interview and hopefully he could spare a nap. Kenji was quick to ride to the location of his interview, considering he was 30 minutes late.

Kenji ran into the private room of the restaurant where he'd be having his interview, he stepped in and his whole world froze. Those dazzling eyes..those plum lips..the contours of her face. The glow of her soft skin, the contours of her beautiful, earth shaking figure. Her scent, even from where he stood, Kenji could smell the sweet decadent scent that surrounded her body. She was gorgeous. Kenji didn't believe in love at first sight but God..she was perfect. From head to toe. The man hadn't even spoken to her yet.

"Hello" Kenji cleared his throat with a hint of flirtation in his tone. I rose a brow and looked at my watch. I sighed and gestured for him to sit. I really needed the interview pay.

"You're late, Mr Sato but let's graze over that,hmm?" I smiled a small smile. Kenji sat down. I slid over a menu and I sipped on my virgin cocktail. "Are you ready to begin?"

Kenji didn't even notice he was staring at this woman for so long, he was practically a deer in headlights. I waved my hand in front of his face. "Are you okay, Mr Sato?"

"Y-Yeah..I'm sorry..please continue!" Kenji said a little startled as he looked to his menu and pushed up his sunglasses. I blinked and tilted my head.

"OK..are you sure you wanna wear sunglasses indoors?" I asked confused whiles looking at him. Kenji nodded and cleared his throat. I shrugged considering this is the Ken Sato were talking about. He does whatever he wants. "OK. Let's start. Can I have your consent to record and publish this interview later?"

"Yeah,yeah, sure" Kenji nodded dismissively. We quickly ordered our food before I started my recorder.

"Great..so Mr Sato-"

"Ken. You can call me Ken. Mr Sato is too formal." Kenji cut me off and smirked smugly. I nodded a little flustered but this should be expected.

"Okay uhmm...Ken. Is there a reason you left America and came back to Japan?" I asked. The interview was pretty mainstream and tedious from there. We finished up quicker than I thought. Kenji was pretty straightforward with his answers. We continued eating from there considering neither of us wanted to leave and waste food.

"So..um..off the record..how..how are you?" Kenji asked with a light pink dusting his cheeks. I stopped eating and raised a brow.

"I'm o-okay..how are you?" I say..unsure of where the hell this was going. Kenji removed his glasses and looked at me. I was confused by the look he gave me. Consider me dense and blind or am I seeing..interest and desire in his eyes?

"I'm good. So I never properly got your name, you know?" Kenji started eating his Ramen. I blinked in confusion.

"Y/N L/N." I answered skeptically. We just had an interview and the whole time he didn't know my name. That is..wow..and ouch.

"Nice to meet you..I'm Ken Sato" Kenji smiled offered his hand. I hesitantly shook his head and tilted my head.

"I'm sorry. Did we not just have a whole interview just now? I'm sure I know your name" I blinked in confusion with all these introductions.

"Yeah but it's kinda like a fresh start, kinda..we're off the record right?" Kenji smirked and cooked his head to the side whiles taking a long, tantalizing sip of his whiskey.

"I guess, you could say so. So what are your intentions,hmm?" I questioned skeptically as I propped my elbow on the table and laid my hand on my palm. "What's this all about?"

"I can't simply want to have conversation with a beautiful woman? I'm a little offended." Kenji mocked a dramatic gasp as he placed a hand on his chest. I blushed at the compliment and turned away

"I..I never said that..I'm just a little skeptical.." I shrugged flustered. Kenji leaned in slightly.

"You know..if you let me I can make you even more flustered." Kenji whispered suggestively whiles keeping hard eye contact. A smug, seductive smirk painted his lips."I want you and when I want something I get it...how about a date?"

My breath hitched and I blinked a few times in complete confusion. I thought about it..I mean I'm lonely, single and God this man was FINE..but then again his reputation and ego are far too douche bag like for me..it could be a front though..if I turn the other cheek, he's kinda my type.

"So? A date? Dinner..maybe we can catch a movie and a late night stroll? Yes?" Kenji suggested being quite persistent.

"Before I give you my response...are you playing some game? Or is this a dare or prank? Like I'll just be another girl to fall for your charms and then when you win you'll leave?" I rambled worried and skeptical. Kenji's smug look fell and it was replaced with sincerity.

"N-No..I-Im being really genuine. I promise! I-I know I don't exactly have the most humble reputation..but uh if you get to know the real me..you know, Kenji Sato. I promise you won't regret it" Kenji, spoke softly and sincerely almost pleading. I looked at him with widened eyes. I chewed on my lips and observed him skeptically. I sighed at the 'kicked puppy look' he gave me.

"Fine..fine. I'll go on a date with you." I sighed with a sheepish smile. Kenji smiled in triumph and grabbed a hold of my left hand giving my knuckles, a soft but firm kiss. I flushed once again as he was so quick to show affection.

"You WON'T regret it..God I promise I'll treat you like a queen. You won't know what hit you. I swear it." Kenji promised sternly. I blinked slowly in shock by his forwardness but it was refreshing from his arrogant persona. I nodded.

"O-Okay. You seem pretty determined, huh?"

"Yeah I am. I want you. I will make you mine. You're the finest specimen I've seen on this Earth. I'll move mountains to win you. I promise-no, I ultra promise"

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index: Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’ | ‘Ours’

Trent snuck downstairs carrying his laptop and he quietly crept into the office. He sat in the big chair leaning forward towards his Mac and hit print. He sat there impatiently waiting while trying to think of something cute he could write on the tickets he was printing. He figured it out eventually and jogged back up to your bedroom. Beams of morning light seeped into your bedroom through the window. You rubbed your eyes open to see that Trent was awake next to you. You smiled at your perfect boy in the bed.

“Morning, baby.” He cooed in a hoarse morning voice. The smirk on his face made your heart falter. You covered your embarrassed face with your thin pale pink manicured hands hiding from him. You muttered out a ‘morning’ interspersed between your giggles. Trent shook his head amused at the child-like action. “Happy Valentine’s Day, mummy to be.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck, his hands caressing your stomach underneath your shirt. “Will you be my valentine, baby?” He whispered in your quiet room. You could feel his heart beating in sync with yours. Everything felt right. He pulled away from your neck to see the smile widening on your face. You rolled your eyes at him facetiously and nodded your head yes.

“You already know my answer. I always say yes, pretty boy” you draped your arms up around his neck and pressed soft kisses to his cheek.

“Want your surprise now or later?” He looked at you with a cheeky smile excited to show you.

“Hmmmm, I guess now sounds good.” You giggled eager to see what the surprise was. He said okay and reached over to his bedside table. He handed you a little card. One of the best things about Trent was his spontaneity. Despite his schedule and intense lifestyle he always managed to surprise you somehow. You opened a beautiful envelope. Inside were two plane tickets to the Maldives and a cute little note.

“Did you see one more in the envelope?” He cooed suspiciously. You peeked inside and there was a fake little tiny ticket for your baby he had printed. It was about half the size of a credit card so you missed it. You giggled. It was so cute he was already including your baby but also you couldn’t help but squeal about going on a holiday this summer just the two of you. No other boys, no crazy parties just you two together.

“Thank you baby! So so so much! I can’t wait.” You giggled, wrapping him a big hug. He gave you a kiss and you began your day. Although you didn’t have anything planned until that night. Trent was taking you out for dinner so after the pretty lazy day around the house you got dressed. You were going to a nice restaurant and landed on wearing a red Valentino mini skirt you were thrilled still fit you. You wore a gray sweater and a pair of black So Kate heels. It was fairly simple but lately getting dressed up was kind of bumming you out. Your changing body had you feeling insecure. You weren’t exactly ready to let go of your wardrobe once things really stopped fitting.

“C’mon little plum.” Trent cooed, he was referring to your baby after you had told him last night that was how big he or she was at the moment. He wrapped his arms around you standing behind your frame. His hands rubbed over your stomach. “You look beautiful, baby. Ready to go?” He cooed, placing kisses behind your ear. You hummed and grabbed your black Chanel flap bag. Trent had made a reservation at a restaurant you loved for Valentine’s Day. It was an expensive French brasserie he really didn’t care for but you absolutely loved. These were times that you knew he really would do anything just to make you smile, even endure watching you eat foie gras and escargot. To be fair, he was fine. Steak frites was actually something he liked so it worked in the end. You rubbed your smooth leg over his under the table as you sat discussing what you wanted to get for dessert. The whole dinner it was just about killing you that you couldn’t have wine anymore so sweets would have to do. From the moment you sat down it was apparent the waiter was a Liverpool fan. His face lit up when he saw Trent seated. Trent could tell as well. He was cordial but it was your night together so his focus was solely on you.

“Try this, T. It’s really really good.” You poked your fork into a tart holding up a bit for him to try. He gave you a love sick smile but said ‘no’ He didn’t want any because he was ‘in season’ so you shrugged it off. You bit a little of the piece you had offered him. Trent leaned over the table and took your fork from you abruptly popping the remaining piece of the tart on the utensil into his mouth. He cocked his head and gave a surprised face impressed with the taste. You raised your eyebrows at him feigning an annoyance that he changed his mind on trying it. “Oh now you want to try it?” You giggled. You fed him more of your dish and wiped the corner of his lips with your thumb unnecessarily wanting to glide your fingers over his perfect pout. He kept his hand on your thigh as you talked and talked about your future and gushed about how much you loved the other. It was another perfect date in the books of Y/N and Trent.

When you got into the car to head home, you leaned onto Trents shoulder as he drove. Wearing your once favorite heels was exhausting; you couldn’t wait to take them off so you sat barefoot now in the front seat next to him. Your arms wrapped around his bicep as he draped his hand over the steering wheel to drive. Your lips formed into a pout as you let go of his arm and brought your fingers to cradle his handsome face.

“Going to post me on your Instagram, valentine?” You giggled, squeezing his cheeks.

“Baby… I really don’t want to stir up the chaos. I can’t have you getting upset. You know you’re mine that’s what matters.” He tried to reason with you worried about the potential stress of peoples comments affecting you and your baby.

“You’re so dramatic, T! Just post me on your story at least! Tell everyone how much you love me! Pleeassse. It’ll be my Valentine’s Day gift” You giggled letting go of his arm to cross your own over your chest. He groaned, pulling into your driveway. He opened the door for you and let you climb onto his back. Trent carried you into the house as you held the Louboutin heels in your hand. When you got into the house he walked directly into the living room and gently plopped you on the couch. You couldn’t hold in your excitement seeing the coffee table in the room was filled with pink flowers. You pouted and reached out to pull Trent down into a hug. He sat next to you and leaned his head onto your shoulder as he began scrolling through the photos on his phone. He smiled, looking back on all the memories you had documented together.

“Okay, baby, fine. Not like a vacation to the Maldives isn’t a gift. Greedy girl” he feigned a look of defeat. Ultimately, both he and you knew he was never going to say no to anything you asked. You squealed, pressing a wet kiss on his cheek with a dramatic ‘mwah’ sound.

“My forever valentine” he mumbled under his breath as he typed it out over the instagram story. It was a picture of you two kissing in your back garden during a party, Trent’s hands on your ass, yours around his neck, bodies squished together. You loved that he picked such a PDA filled photo. It was a hot but mushy photo. You loved him so much. At the end do the day he didn’t care what people said about either of you online he just wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. You had posted a carousel in feed post on your own instagram. It was simple and not overtly showing him. A picture of your hand laced with his, a photo of your face squished onto his cheek on a plane, and a short video of you blowing him a kiss at Anfield. You captioned it ‘4 life 🤞’ with no tag. You smiled some more as you watched Trent jokingly roll his eyes before he hit post on his story. “By the way… this” he shook his phone at you. “Isn’t your gift, baby. Let’s be real.” He cooed. “Go ahead…see what you got.” he giggled seeing your eyes widen, really starting to inspect all the boxes in front of you.

“So if the surprise was the Maldives, then this is….?” You questioned him with a childish smile. You sat on the couch cuddled up close to him.

“This is because you’re my valentine, baby, and I love you very much.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. He handed the gifts to you one at a time. An extra large Dior candle, tan Prada shearling slippers, Baccarat Rogue 540, Dior x Rimowa carry-on luggage for your Maldives trip, and the gold Bvlgari Serpenti Viper you’d been eyeing for months. It was all too much. He completely spoiled you.

“You don’t have to do so much every year you know?” You tried to tell him but both you and he knew he would never have holidays go any other way. You were so appreciative of everything but he didn’t need to, you’d love him just the same.

“Oh! One more, baby. For the valentine we’re waiting to meet.” He cooed, handing you a little box wrapped with a bow. You untied it carefully and lifted the lid. You opened it up and there was the tiniest cutest Moncler fleece coat that had little bear ears on the hood. It was so fucking cute. You pouted at him. “I saw it the other day and I just wanted them to have it. It was so fun shopping for them, baby. Everything is so small.”

“You… and it are so fucking cute, T.” You cooed back. He hummed picking up the the tiny jacket admiring how small it was. “I have somethings for you too by the way.” You giggled. You gave him some real gifts; an Assouline coffee table book of Formula 1, a pair of Prada sneakers, a Louis Vuitton silver monogram speaker, and a bunch of other things you knew he’d like. Gifts were definitely a love language in your house. The thing you most wanted to give him though was a bit more exciting in your opinion and probably would be mutually enjoyed. You pulled out one final bag cheekily. You gave it to him and he fumbled through the tissue paper. He pulled out a sexy Fleur Du Mal pink and red lace piece of lingerie.

“Oh yeah?” Trent’s eyes lit up. You hummed a ‘mmhmm’ you snatched it out of his hands, got up from the couch and scurried upstairs.

“Are you coming?!?!” You yelled back down to him. Trent puffed out some air and shook his head in disbelief at how perfect you were for him. He stood up with his cock already beginning to harden just from the thoughts about you in that little piece of fabric alone. When he walked into the bedroom you were on your knees sat back on your heels in the lingerie.

“Well C’mere baby. Lemme see you first.” He cooed, grabbing your hand to pull you off the bed. You stood up with a cheeky smile looking at him. He walked around you and sat himself down on your bed. He gestured for you to twirl and so you did. “I might need a picture of this one. So fucking sexy.” He groaned looking at you. His cock tenting in his trousers. You giggled and walked towards him. You placed your hands on both his knees and slid them up his thighs. In an instant you found both of you naked, yourself on top of him. Your face buried in his neck. You let out a quiet moan as his large hand caressed your thigh, the other helping guide his cock into your entrance.

“Mmm fuck T…” you whined against his skin as you sank further down his length. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, too eager to start so he snapped his hips up into you hitting your g spot instantaneously. He kept you on his lap on the bed with his arm wrapped tight around your waist. His perfect lips sucked bruises onto your skin. Groaning everytime you clenched tighter around him. He brought his hands to grip your asscheeks thrusting harder into you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he murmured moving to capture your lips in a sloppy messy heated kiss. You moaned when you tasted him. He continued fucking his cock up into you while his hands caressed your back untill he moved them around your sides and then up over you to your tits. He rolled both nipples between his fingers. Your thighs quivered, straddling him when he pinched them. “So fucking beautiful” he growled. Trent lifted his head to look at you. The wrecked expression almost knocked all the wind out of you. The knot of pleasure between his eyebrows and the darkening of his big brown eyes was stupidly attractive. You felt your clit throb. You shifted on top of him to get more contact. He grabbed your jaw to kiss you softly in contrast to his harsh thrusts. He stole your gasp from you when his lips pressed to yours. Trent loved when you were like this. Soft and obsequious on top of him. All you wanted to do was please him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from how your tits bounced as you rode him desperately. His thumb smoothed over your raised nipple. He cursed feeling you clench again.

“Oh fuck T.. I love you. Feel so so fucking good. I’m all yours baby.” You whined. The tip of his cock hit the spot only he knew when he rolled his hips up into you. You arched your back until your tits pressed against him. The wave of your arousal made a mess of his cock and dripping down onto your sheets

“Most beautiful fucking girl. All fucking mine. Feel so good f’me.” You both could feel your highs fast approaching. He slid his hand between your two bodies and down to your clit. You tipped your head back and Trent took advantage of the space pressing his lips to your neck. He nibbled on your sensitive skin scraping his teeth against you, marking you as his. Every movement of his tongue on you made it harder and harder to think. You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter as Trent’s fingers circled harshly on your clit. “Cum on my cock, baby. Be a good girl and cum f’me.” He grunted out. The pleasure started to be too much to control. Your pussy clenched tight around him as your body was filled with white hot pleasure. Your warm, wet, and tight walls become too much for Trent to manage. Swiftly he was twitching and fucking you full of his cum.

“Fuck T…” you whined feeling his thrusts continue but slow. He emptied himself with slow lazy pumps. You both were completely breathless as he stilled keeping his cum nestled inside you. You collapsed into him more and buried your face into his neck leaving wet kisses. “I’m sleepy…” you whispered with a childish giggle. Trent smiled, pressing a kiss to you. You both attempted to come back to earth. He rubbed his hands up and down your spine before gently pulling out of you, his cum leaking down the insides of your thighs.

“I got you, baby. I know.” He kissed your warm bare skin holding you tightly against him. The word around you didn’t exist anymore, the only thing was the two of you. You were exhausted from the love making. Your head rested back on the pillows, you let your eyes close as you breathed softly. The air was thick and warm. It smelt like sex. Trent let you lay on his naked chest feeling himself melt under your touch while your fingers toyed with his hair. Trent frowned and let out a boyish groan when you suddenly stopped.

“Nahh. C’mon, baby, please…” He whined, grabbing at your hand to place it back on his head. “Don’t stop.”

“Okay, greedy boy” the pet name sent shivers down his spine. He somehow managed to grip onto your body tighter then he already was. He loved when you babied him. “So need aren’t you?” You teased with a giggle continuing to play with his hair. He only responded with a hum comforted by your touch. He let his eyes close for a while as you continued to gently play, scratching his scalp gently every so often with your long nails. He was so comfortable like this. Being with you was his absolutely favorite place to be.

You laid in the cinema while Trent sat watching a Europa League match on the telly. He had an away game he needed to travel tomorrow for this weekend so you were taking advantage of your fleeting time together. He looked so cozy bundled in a jumper. You cuddled up next to him dragging your nails over his abs under his top. He purred at the feeling.

An article had come out recently that made you feel sick. Something about how Trent was conceded, disrespectful, a bunch of things he wasn’t and couldn’t have been further from. You weren’t even sure if Trent had read it. You hoped he didn’t. He knew it existed sure, but you put yourself through the pain of reading it in full, breaking your heart that much more. People could never know him the way you did but it upset you so much knowing not everyone saw that he was perfect the way you saw. They couldn’t see the pain behind his eyes reeling over a loss, they couldn’t see him having banter with you making dinner, they couldn’t see him coming home with flowers just because, they couldn’t see the hurt he felt reading twitter when people questioned his place in the England squad, they couldn’t see him rushing from the airport to your home after away matches to get back to you. You curled up next to him and felt safe. You were wrapped up in his arms and his scent. It was so familiar, it made your heart soften as he explained some controversial call in the match. Trent was a constant in your life that you always could count on. It hurt when he was hurting. No matter what it was, he was there for you and you wanted to be there for him. You hated that you couldn’t control what people said about him. Just the same as you knew the intricacies of Trent, he knew them about you. Trent knew you so well without even having to ask what you needed. He knew immediately what type of mood you were in. He knew your body language so well. In this moment, he knew you were comfortable. Something about laying on his chest made your heart slow. You knew this is what feeling safe felt like, this is what true love felt like, this is what home felt like.

Trent was down in Luton for an away match. He laid in his hotel room the night before and gave you one of many habitual calls whilst he was gone. You were laying in your shared bed back up north and the ache of missing him washed over you. He looked at you with his toned tanned torso on display. He was so unintentionally sexy. You were having a hard time not just begging for him right now. You were desperate for his attention but you opted to be a bit more subtle. Trent was on a rant about how pissed he was that a certain referee was officiating tomorrow. You pulled the tiny tank top you were in over your head and swiftly reached behind you to unclasp the lace bralette you had one. Your tits bounced being released.

“Baby, what are we doing?” Trent grappled with his words. He was taken aback by your show. He could feel the blood rush to his cock. He was a goner.

“I need to get ready for bed, T. Keep telling your story.” You teased gesturing for him to go on. You were completely naked now in front of him. Trent found it hard to control himself. You grabbed your boobs, massaging them and playing with your nipples playfully with the hope of seducing him.

“If I play poorly tomorrow this is on you.” Trent said gawking at your hardening nipples. You usually tried to abstain from any messing about days before matches but it was only Luton. He reached for his cock and began stroking his length as he watched you.

“I will make a public statement apologizing for my hand in your form although to be fair… it’s your hand not mine.” He said as your eyes widened seeing his perfect cock stand at attention for you. He rolled his eyes but let out a groan when you sat further back opening your legs for him giving a sly smile.

“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy. You’re so fucking fit.” he moaned as you ran your hands down your body and back up to caress your tits playing with your hardened nipples. “Such a fucking tease, pretty girl.” Trent’s mouth was agape in disbelief staring at your body as you continued dragging your fingers up before sucking on them being incredibly messy, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, showing him as you licked around them like you would if it was him. He started to tug on his cock some more. You brought your wet fingers down to circle slowly and hard on your clit. You moaned as you picked up your pace.

“Fuck T, I miss you... I-fuck.. I need you.” you whined at the feeling of your quick pace dreaming it could be him. Your brain went fuzzy as your glassy eyes watched Trent work his big hard cock. You bit your lip. You wished he was with you with his hands on you but that couldn’t happen so this was the next best thing and it was feeling really fucking good. You loved the way his gaze felt on you. It was impossible for Trent to get tired of looking at your delicate body. Frankly, he probably could cum just seeing you and knowing you were pregnant with his baby was just doing different things for him.

“Be a good girl and cum f’me” he was barely able to grunt out the words completely enamored by the noises coming from you through his phone that he missed so much. You felt the knot in your stomach snap quick, cumming messily over your own hand. “That’s it baby, feels so fu-fucking good” he shuddered. “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum as well.” He said before he released onto his abs, breathing incredibly hard, eyes shut. You stayed on the phone for a while after cleaning up. Chatting about anything and nothing at the same time.

“Night, my beautiful girl. I’ll see you and our little baby tomorrow night.” You hummed and blew him a kiss. Trent hated watching you grab onto the little teddy bear he gave you before he went to the Euros. You always slept with it when he was away. He was embarrassingly envious of a teddy bear that got to be with you every night. Trent was supposed to be with you in bed not in some stupid hotel alone but work was work. When he came home the next day after winning his match you were long asleep. You watched the final whistle blow but after that you curled up in your bed. You tried your best to wait up for him but by the bedside lamp still left on it was obvious you had failed. Trent slowly crept into your bedroom and pouted at how cute you looked cuddled up in the bed. He turned off the lights and glared at the teddy bear tossed on his side of the bed. He picked it up and made a face moving it. He carefully got in to bed, replacing the bear next to you under the covers. He cozied up wrapping his arms around you pulling your body to him, laying his head on to your chest. You hummed sleepily but didn’t have enough strength to fully wake. You knew it was him. He listened to your beating heart as he placed his hand over your stomach where the two of you's baby was. The feeling of your warm skin made him melt. He was so in love with every inch of you.

“Okay. I’m going to have you lay back for me and we’ll put the gel on your stomach, it’ll be a little cold.” You nodded and laid back feeling the cool gel on your warm skin. You sat on the table at the doctor's office and watched Trent anxiously bouncing his leg up and down. He couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor. “Here is your little baby.” she cooed with a smile as the ultrasound wand stilled on your stomach. She clicked a photo. “Here is their heartbeat.” The sound filled the room. It was so quiet in there, you could hear the whooshing sound of your baby’s heartbeat .

“Oh my god...” you whispered in utter shock. Your hand covered your mouth. It was so real and surreal at the same time. Trent took your hand away from your mouth and brought it to his lips placing a kiss on your knuckles. He laid his head next to yours on the bed watching your baby with you. You noticed how Trent held his breath as the nurse asked if you were ready to know the gender. It made you smile knowing he was nervous too.

“And you are having….” The nurse drew out painful seconds as your anxiety skyrocketed. “Congratulations! You’re going to have a little girl.” She cooed sweetly. Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes. The love in Trent’s broke your heart in the best way. Unbeknownst to you, he really liked the idea of having a daughter.

“Holy shit, baby.” He finally let out the deep breath he’d been holding. Tears built in his eyes just the same. “We’re having a little girl.” He pouted, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, T… a little baby girl.” You beamed, pulling him down to squeeze him in a tight hug. He held onto you while the doctor printed out the photos of the scan.

“Doing okay, beautiful?” Trent asked as he drove you home. You were holding the images inspecting your little girl. He stretched his hand over to you to rub your stomach. You hummed with a childish smile still a little in shock, you finally knew what you were having.

“For you mummy.” You were sat in the living room days later when Trent came home from training with a big bouquet of pink roses for you. You giggled while taking them. They were beautiful and unnecessary but they did make you happy. He sat down next to you and changed the channel from what you were currently watching.

“Excuse me!?! Mummy was watching that.” You kept giggling trying to grab the remote back from him. He laughed holding it further away from you until you huffed giving up so he handed it back to you before pulling you into his embrace. You laid cuddled up to him and left what he had changed the TV to on, you really didn’t care.

“So mummy…” Trent giggled. “Is it mummy with a ‘U’ or an ‘O’ for you?” You hadn’t really thought about it. You guessed your daughter would have a different accent than yours. She would spell things differently than you do. “Just so you know, it will be a ‘U’ in this house. She will say mummy. Not having any mOOmmy nonsense” He dramatized an American pronunciation of the word and gave you a feigned stern face. You didn’t notice but maybe over the years you’d been living abroad your own accent started to change or mend. Your choice of words definitely started to shift to a more British vernacular.

“I guess it’ll be a ‘U’ then.” You giggled leaning back onto him. “Mummy” you mockingly said in a poor attempt to replicate Trent’s scouse accent. He squeezed you tight and you cozied up to him a little more. You watched tv for a while longer until you needed to get a worry you had that starting to plague you off your chest. “T…” you sheepishly called out looking up at him. “Are you upset we’re having a girl?” You asked timidly. It had been bothering you since you found out the gender. He seemed happy but you always knew a dream of his was to play footie with a son.

“No?” He laughed a little confused why you would think that. He rubbed his hands up your sides. “The two most beautiful girls in the world are going to be all mine.” He cooed. It was cute he thought that. It was an incredibly overzealous statement but cute nevertheless.

“I hope she looks just like her daddy.” You giggled pulling at his pouty bottom lip. He smiled imagining having a little twin. “I think I know what I want to name her, T.”

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?” He smiled at you. He thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. You leaned over you cupped your hand around his ear and whispered like someone else could possibly hear. You told him the name you were thinking and his eyes welled. “It’s perfect. Baby… I’m so thankful that you’re giving me a little girl, giving us a daughter. I can’t explain how amazing this whole thing has been already.”He cooed.

“T… you got me pregnant. I didn’t have much choice in the matter.” You teased giggling but he just squeezed you a little tighter to him sincerely. “I’m kidding, pretty boy. I love you and I already love our little girl so much” You cooed.

“I love my two girls. No one else in this world I’d want to start a family with.” He whispered as you continued watching TV.

“Are you going to make her play footie?” You laughed interrupting his focus on the program. Imagining your baby girl playing with Trent had your heart practically shattering. It was so adorable.

“Up to her, innit?” Trent cooed but he couldn’t help but visualize teaching his kids how to play. His eyes followed something on the screen then they fixed on you. He tilted his head and looked at you squinting his eyes. He smiled examining and memorizing every bit of your face. “C’mere,” he pulled you further into him. “You’re so gorgeous. Going to be the best mummy to her.” He pressed his soft lips against yours and you blissfully hummed. “That’s said with a ‘U’ by the way.” You both laughed clinging to the other.

“We have to make a plan to tell everyone soon, T…” you cooed as you laid in bed later that night. When your bump had begun to start show just a little Trent couldn’t stop documenting the growth. To be fair neither could you but it was cute he was doing it too. His camera roll was filled with pictures of you but as the bump started to form, the time of being able to hide it was starting to dwindle. Honestly it was hardy notable at the moment but you were always pretty fit and lived with a professional athlete so people might’ve started questioning if your body began to change.

“I know, baby. I think after we win the league. We could have a little party to announce her.” He whispered to you, spooning under the covers. Time flew and somehow you were nearing the end of the season and your little plum had grown into a grapefruit.

“Oh, feeling confident aren’t we?” You giggled. Liverpool had a great season. They were 5 points clear with a game in hand so you were merely teasing Trent. “Seriously though, are you sure? Maybe we should do something separate. I don’t want to take away from your accomplishment, baby.” You whispered softly back in the dark room.

“We’ll split it up if that makes you feel better but I wouldn’t mind. Maybe just our immediate families. I wanted to invite your family for the end of the season as well regardless.” He kept talking, continuing to brush his warm hands over you. You hummed, preferring that plan. It was sweet Trent wanted your family to come visit, baby announcement or not.

Marcel and George were over and the three boys were in the cinema watching another team’s prem game debating the controversial point deduction of a team about to get relegated. You had been feeling particularly lethargic that day. You walked into the room and the two two boys turned to acknowledge you and say hi still oblivious to the fact that you were pregnant. Trent turned to see you and his face softened. He held his arms out for you to come sit with him. You laid next to his strong body and wrapped your arms around him but weren’t comfortable enough like that. You pulled his shirt up and laid on his bare abs and chest. The heat radiating off his skin comforting your tired body. He chuckled at your need to be so close to him but he didn’t mind. He didn’t exactly have a body anyone would be scared to show off. You pressed your cheek on his warm skin and closed your eyes. Not to sleep, you just wanted to relax.

“Don’t want to watch, pretty girl?” He whispered quietly into your hair. You shook your head ‘no.’ Your one dainty hand was sprawled across Trent’s chest and he played around with each finger for a while as he watched the game occasionally talking with Marcel and George about it. “Can I get you anything?” He whispered again, tracing shapes on your back with his other hand. You smiled but shook your head ‘no’ again. Frankly you wouldn’t mind a water but laying on him right now was the priority. It felt so perfect, you’d rather die of dehydration than leave the man beneath you. A little while later another question came. “Can I do anything for you, baby?” He was so attentive. It made you feel like nothing could ever go wrong because he would handle every little thing but you took a second to really think about his question.

“A kiss would be good.” You whispered giggling not being able to come up with anything more he could possibly do for you. You moved your face towards his and pursed your lips for a kiss

“I can do that for you, pretty girl.” He leaned into you with his soft plump lips. The kiss sent electricity through your whole body. You always wondered what people meant when they said they only had eyes for one person. This was it, like right now you didn’t even know Marcel and George were still in the room. You only had eyes for him, the rest of the world blurred. This is what love was. Right here with this boy. You pulled away with a big big smile.

“I always think it isn't possible for you two to continue to get more nauseating and yet here we are.” Marcel’s voice broke your eyes only for Trent reminding you they were very much in the room. You giggled and pressed another kiss to Trent’s lips while holding up a middle finger towards Marcel.

It got late so you went upstairs to shower, Marcel and George went home, and Trent stayed put in the cinema when he decided to FaceTime Jude. You weren’t totally sure how they even managed conversations with each other because they both yapped so much. How could one possibly get a word in over the other. Their friendship was really cute and you loved Jude. It just was a little funny when you did hear them converse. It was fast and chaotic, filled with inside jokes, riddled with stupidity and intellect all at the same time. They talked and talked; football, friends, upcoming England duties, general gossip, filling each other in on family. Although the latter topic was when things took a turn.

“Yeah we’ve been staying in a lot more. Y/N’s almost 4 months now so taking it pretty easy up here, mate.” Trent laughed and then stopped instantly when he saw Jude’s eyes widen, his face fall into complete shock.

“Erm, bro, what…?” Jude muttered out absolutely shaken. To be fair Jude was younger than you two so the thought of a baby in his mind was not only terrifying but it was hard to not think it was likely unplanned and a mistake.

“Fuck! You can’t say anything. Serious Jude, not a fucking word.” Trent rambled quickly starting to panic. He sat up more in his seat and ran his hand over his head.

“I won’t, I won’t mate. Are you serious though? Did you plan this? Does anyone know?” Jude rattled back just as fast but his surprised face dropped into one of concern.

“Yeah, we had been trying. Definitely a planned thing.” Trent laughed. “No one knows yet we haven’t told anyone. We wanted to make sure the baby and her were healthy and all that. Bro, I’m so serious you cannot say a word until we let everyone else know.”

“Course. Wow. Congratulations Trentski. That’s fucking mad. I’m really happy for you lot.” Jude giggled a little flustered by the news he just unearthed.

“Yeah, I’m absolutely buzzing. We’re so excited. Y/N is doing well so far and we just found out we’re having a little girl so I’m fucking gassed.”

“Ayye! That’s sick, mate. Congratulations, really. So you're naming her Judy right?” Jude teased but definitely laced with a bit of seriousness he hoped he’d be involved in his best friend's baby’s life somehow.

“Yeah, obviously. First name that came to my mind when I looked at the image of my beautiful baby girl and Y/N.” Trent joked sarcastically laughing. “Thank you though. Shit! Y/N is going to kill me that I told you. How do I tell her you know?” He started to worry. Jude laughed at his panic. Trent didn’t need to fret really, Jude wasn’t going to tell anyone.

“Just tell her it was important I knew because you’re naming her after me. Simple as.” Jude laughed. Trent rolled his eyes.

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[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Maybe making a bento for the kamaboko squad?

Anon (´∀｀•) This was such a nice request to receive! It just instantly sent my head into fluffy territory and it was just a pleasure to write.

It also made me want to make a bento?

if you have any other requests like this one - or literally any other type of request - then please send it in because your more than welcome too <3

Making a Bento for the Kamaboko Squad!:

Tanjirou Kamado:

Ok, first off! Tanjirou would literally eat anything and everything you made him - seriously, head AND stomach of steel

Obviously if you took the time to make it all pretty and presentable he would look it in awe and eat it slowly to properly savoir the presentation and flavoring

Loves it when you pack him all the home cooked meals

He's happy with food that were left over from breakfast or dinner from yesterday - so long as its something you've made

Enjoys your Miso Yaki Onigiri with Honey Soy Chicken with a side of cherry tomatoes + sauteed cabbage

Anything yummy makes him happy - well... anything that you've put time and effort in is always gonna make him happy

Wouldn't say he has a big sweet tooth but he really can't turn down your desserts - especially if freshly made!

Particularly loves your Matcha Marble Pound Cake

If you ask him, Tanjirou will help you make your's and his bento's

Nezuko Kamado:

Nezuko loves your bento's

She loves the bright colours of the food that you use - it always makes her happy to see that you've added something into the rice to make it slightly pink

Nezuko also has a soft spot for sweet things so when you add extra Tamagoyaki (sweetened omelette) from breakfast to her bento it adds a little pep in her step

She really loves forward to the bento's you make during cherry blossom season cause everything is cherry blossomed themed - lots of cherry blossom themed desserts too! e.g. Cherry Blossom milk pudding

Oh! Enjoys abit of Sweet and Sour in her bento - specifically when you use the lefter overs from your sweet and sour chicken + vegetables with steamed rice

Sweet and Sour Chicken with Japanese Potato Salad and steamed rice with sesame seeds and umeboshi (pickled plum) + cherry tomatoes

Will absolutely help you make the bento's

Inosuke Hashibira:

He's still getting used to receiving a packed bento - Inosuke was really confused when you first gave him one

Doesn't see the point of all the pretty food shapes and colours to begin with but he does secretly enjoy it when you shape and do all that stuff with his food - it just helps prove that you love him cause your making him food and making it into things he likes

Cackles when he opens his bento up and there's onigiri shaped like boars + pigs

Will eat anything that's smothered in teriyaki sauce or tempure-d

Absolutely adores sweet potato pie and will eat an entire one to himself.... - its safe to say that you put at least a couple of slices in his bento when you make a pie to hold him off

To give him his vitamins in the form of fruits, other than berries, you usually pack him a Fruit Sandwich/Fruit Sando - a taste sweet dessert in sandwich form that consists of sweet milk bread, fresh whipped cream with strawberries, kiwi and orange - which you usually have to give him extra as he scoffs down the first one

don't ask him to help make the bento's.....he'll eat everything as your preparing them...

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

Absolutely sobs when you give him a bento.... actually that happens every single time you make him a bento

Enjoys literally all of your food

Will absolutely sob while eating it...

Really enjoy when you use ginger and honey in the foods

Has a softspot for your Ginger Pork Onigirazu

Although he really loves when you pack Nikujaga (Meat and Potato Stew) with Shirataki Noodles with a side of Miso eggplant in his bento

Loves all the desserts/sweet things that you pack him

Doesn't matter what type of dessert - cake,mochi, crepe, etc. - its going into his stomach

although if he had to pick a favourite, it would have to be your Warabi Mochi

You can ask him to help prepare the bento's but he will add more stuff than needed or add the wrong decorations and/or seasonings

[oceanlipgloss]

POTION

RAFAYEL.

+ about: one summer noon, Rafayel becomes an unwilling part of the cat population. I did him dirty; can he can get an F in the chat?

+ warnings: humour slaughterhouse aka very, very lame jokes (crack is the foundation, fluff is the cement)

What a diabolical creature.

Huge eyeballs, bigger than jellyfish. Staring at him. The eyes of a serial killer or a netherworld monster. Pointy ears, sharper than traffic cones. Eavesdropping on every sound. Gnashing teeth, the ugliest smile he had ever seen.

And now he, too, looked like that.

A creepy cat.

The tiny doodle watched him from its high vantage point on the white wall. Not just a cat, but a smiling cat. Not just a smiling cat, but a demon drawn in black marker. Very hard to ignore.

He could not bear to glance at the mirror. For the first time. Plum fur shot up in spears and spikes, likening him to a downy porcupine.

A glass of soda floated into his thoughts.

Cool droplets flowing down his throat.

Lying down on the floor.

Falling asleep in the summer sun.

Waking up.

A gnarly cat.

Potion.

Somehow, somehow, he had drank a potion, shimmering and clear.

Thirst sure has its perks.

Where had that stuff even come from?

Familiar in flavour—bubbles and lime.

Even as an artist, he thought about how that was all much too surreal. Absolutely wild. Truth be told? A concoction of nightmares combined.

Violet cat. Nice colour palette, but useless paws. Unable to hold a paintbrush. What meaning was there to life now? Would she accept him for he had become?

The insecurities were a terror.

Dramatic as he was—rightfully so, for once—he had screamed at the top of his lungs. The only sound that rang out in the messy studio was the loudest cat noise he had heard to date, however.

A shrill meow.

This had to be some sort of eldritch curse or divine punishment, didn’t it?

The God of all cats was avenging those backstabbing furballs for the endless slander he had subjected them to. It’s all his doing, yeah?

When plagued by anger or fright, cats hiss. Now a wrathful cat himself, he hissed as well.

Familiar hands, scooping him up.

So weird.

Her palms, warm against his sunlit fur, but also much, much bigger. To his newfound bundle of a form, that was too unfamiliar; she had always been shorter, smaller.

No sparkle of surprise.

Was the potion her plan all along? Start location: sinister doodle on the wall.

Nothing made sense.

Actually, naked walking jellyfish, tree-climbing sea turtles, and grass-eating sharks would’ve all been way more credible.

Inspiration!

Facing his reflection wasn’t an option, but he so desperately wanted to make sure this wasn’t a figment of a sick hallucination, so he almost had the urge to say, ‘draw me like one of your French cats’ just to see if he had now really become a member of the world of felines—but his tongue could only muster cat-voice.

Instead, a pop of colour gleamed in his mind.

He wanted her attention, and cats like affection. Why not make use of the situation? Blame it on the catty qualities later.

With shiny eyes he would have liked to ask, ‘would you still love me if I was a cat?’

The perfect answer and just what he was longing for.

Warm fur pressed against her neck. Fingertips tickled a soft stomach. Giggles chimed in pointed ears. Mellow weight on her chest.

So much doting. Her lips kissed the tip of his eraser-pink nose. Compliments poured onto his head like paint in all colours.

He felt really, really hot. Fur, glee, embarrassment.

Cats can’t blush, but in his flustered mind cherry-red mingled with plum-purple on the tips of his ears to gleam like crystal powder.

An unusual picture.

Steady, steady. Her heartbeat was steady. His heart raced into next week. It was worse now, though. Cat hearts double up the speed of human ones. Drowsy with sunlight.

What a long, long day.

One good thing came out of it.

Love. So much love.

Once this nap ends, will he have two legs again?

Summer sunshine would butter his studio pale yellow and bright white by then. He would be sprawled out on the floor, sketches scattered all over. The cat would continue to stare at him from on the wall.

The cat.

Everything was that weird cat’s fault. Those big, evil eyes followed him as he painted, stalking his every movement and creation. He hated it so, yet did not have the heart to erase it. She had climbed up there and drawn that little traitor.

What a silly, hideous thing, haunting his subconscious.

What a diabolical dream.

+notes: dude, I can't believe that my first Rafayel fic is...*flailing hands* this. Something so silly...listen, memes and silly crap occupy an entire apartment complex in my brain, but what did I actually just write? No fucking clue. 0. Null.

All I know is that this is my first ever crack fic. And at the time, I thought it would be funny. Now I don't know if my opinion still stands. I merely wrote this in 3hrs 17mins. Not even a 4hr timeskip between coming up with the idea and writing it. I was that excited for the crack.

Was it worth it? No, maybe. Yes, perhaps. Idek. However, I'm not sorry for making fun of Rafayel, of course. Affectionately bullying him and being sadistic happen to be favourable pastimes of mine. I love him, bro.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[copperhawkthoughts]

Dressed to the Neins 2 - Scanlan

Tumblr gets the design meta that’s too long for TikTok:

When I’m picking a pattern and colours for these, I’m looking at character art, I’m thinking about the character, and sure, a lot of it is picking pretty colours that go nicely and fit the vibe - but there’s a bunch more to it than that. It’s real ‘the curtains are blue for a reason’ hours over here.

imagine there is a brown and white square underneath a pink and purple square, and then a hand reaches out and pinches the pink and purple square in toward the centre on both sides, letting the brown and white square show underneath. Almost like hands extended in friendship peeling back a mask to reveal a soft underbelly. Visual metaphor!

the Juniper green and Pike blue colours are at the centre of the square to represent things Scanlan values most highly in his heart of hearts - not just Pike and his mother themselves, but what they represent - genuine love and family

the ‘heart’ rounds are then bordered by a thin round of the same purple as the background - this is the Scanlan colour

the quatrefoil shape is made up of alternating rows of lavender and magenta - colours that are close to, but not the same as, the Scanlan purple. This represents the flamboyant, carefree, rakish persona Scanlan spends a long time inhabiting - one which isn’t exactly him, in the end

the brown and white ‘underbelly’ rows represent a simple gnome of humble origin. These colours carry on in thinner stripes through the quatrefoil mostly because that’s how the pattern works, but I think it makes a nice representation of how that first Scanlan is never really gone, no matter how deep into his own mythos he gets

similarly, the background is purple because as much as the colourful layers are a persona, that persona is also not not Scanlan

the border row is the Juniper colour again to emphasize how important family is to Scanlan throughout his story - Juniper’s death and Kaylie’s life being major turning points for him

Pattern: ‘Lise’ by Polly Plum (free on Ravelry!)

Yarn: Sweet Georgia Tough Love Sock in Birch, Bison, Evergreen, Summer Sky, Lavender, Huckleberry, Jam Tart, Dark Orchid

[lovelyiida]

Hey.

Would you mind writing about Tenya Iida asking out a fem. Reader that works in a flower shop?

Like he comes there every week, to get some flowers for his mother or grandma and they talk everytime and he just falls in love with her.

(If you want more Infos you can send a message 🙂)

Thank you

YOU HAVE NO IDEA! How I physically rejoiced when I seen this request, Iida will always be my soft spot tee hee <3

WARNINGS: TOOTH ROTTING fluff, implied fem reader, reader and Iida are in their 20's, mentions of crime (kidnapping etc.)

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 3.1K

YOU AND IIDA HAVE THIS CYCLE GOING ON AT THE MOMENT...

"Wow, nice to see you again—it's already your third day here this week, isn't it?" With a delightful bunch of plum blossoms in hand, you set them down on the table with a smug smirk, reveling in the familiar atmosphere. Iida, as always, greets you with a warm and genuine smile, which instantly puts you at ease.

Calm, cool, and collected, he places his arms on the table and looks deeply into your eyes. "I have to stay loyal to my favorite business, don't I?" he says playfully, reaching for his wallet. You turn away with a quick chuckle, secretly cherishing these lighthearted moments you share.

Heading to the back of the charming flower shop, you step into a well-lit room where the vibrant blossoms seem to shine even brighter. The feeling of humidity from the water misters, tirelessly hydrating the flowers, sends a refreshing shiver down your spine. With swift steps, you gracefully approach the side table adorned with a mesmerizing array of bouquets.

Picking up a bouquet, you walk back to the front of the shop with a pep in your step, you come back with a renewed smirk. Setting the flowers down gently, you reach out to grab Iida's card, your fingers brushing against each other ever so briefly, sending a tingle through your body.

"Y'smell nice," he says appreciatively, and you can't help but roll your eyes playfully at his comment. "It's… the dew from the back room, plus this is a flower shop after all. I'm bound to smell nice." You effortlessly slide the witty remark at the rising hero.

Banter like this has become a routine between the two of you, happening on a multitude of days, multiple times a week. It all started when Iida got off a morning patrol shift after a great victory, a moment that marked his increasing recognition by the general media, leaving him absolutely elated. His heart brimming with gratitude, he began expressing his appreciation to his family by buying thoughtful gifts.

And what's more gift-like than a nice, meticulously arranged bouquet of flowers?

You remember when he first came in, looking around; playfully tugging at some of the flower petals that took almost a week to grow. "Not to be rude, but don't touch if you're not gonna buy" You peaked at the pro-hero, trying not to sound too passive agressive.

The well-mannered man jumps, "apologies! Do you have angel roses by any chance?" he says. Eyeing the man, you give him a all-natural corporate smile and nod.

"Yes, we have some in the back, just a second." You state, taking a brisk walk to the back the young hero walks up to the front and eyes the wall of flowers in front of him. As you stride back, you place the roses on the table and enter the total for the bouquet.

As you look up, you notice the hero staring at you, a light shade of pink dusted over his cheeks was present. Furrowing your brows you clear your throat. Snapping him out of his thought, he awkwardly dusts off imaginary debris from his clothes.

"Your total is 2,800¥, cash or card?" you say, voice tired and yearning for this encounter to end. Looking up at the man again, he pulls out his card mumbling a quick "sorry," he hands it to you.

Reaching for the card, you tug at it but he won't let it out of his his grip. Rolling your eyes you let out a scoff, "listen I'm not in the moment for flirting so if you could just—"

"L/N Y/N, class 4-B?" Iida says, a smile forming from his lips. A look of confusion washes over you, "I'm sorry...do I know you?" You asked. You watch as the man rakes through his raven blue locks, a little flustered.

"You may not remember me but, freshman year when the academy went on lockdown and everyone was rushing to the doors? You were about to be pummeled down by students until I caught you." He chuckles, a moment of silence goes by until your eyes widen.

"Oh my god!" your eyes lit up and a genuine smile shows against your lips. Even tho your high school days were far past you, you remembered that day like it was yesterday.

It was freshman year, you were smaller than you were now. And everyone was in complete panic, trying to guide yourself in the sea of panicked teenagers, another student bumped harshly into you sending you off your balance and a one way ticket to the hard polished floor.

But before you could hit the ground, a strong hand reaches around your waist. Pulling you in close, you look into a pair of dark eyes. "Are you alright?" he yelled, your arms reach around his neck and you hold on tight to him. You nodded frantically in response, you watch as the aspiring hero looks around scanning the room quickly.

You couldn't help but to admire the young hero in training, even though he seemed scared, he kept composure and exuded bravery. Looking back into your eyes, he give you a reassuring smirk, "hold on." Eyes widening, you brace yourself for whatever he was about to do. Closing your eyes, you felt the ground fall before you eyes snapping open you realized the crowd about to trample you was below you.

What felt like a mere second, you were back on the ground. Looking at him, you begin to spew out many words of gratitude. Letting you of him, he bows politely and smiles, "it's my duty as a young hero in training to do what is right, please stay here!" he yells back.

Oh, how punctual he was.

That was the last time you interacted with him before leaving the school at the end of the year. Sometimes, as you grew up, you'd catch him on TV or in certain social media posts related to the school, and you were happy to see that he had achieved so much.

"You were the guy who did that corny speech!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah, that too, I guess," he replied with a shy chuckle, crossing his arms and reminiscing about his past behavior. "Yeah, I remember you. Wow, it's been so long… you look great!" You smiled.

"You do too, you look amazing," he complimented, humming in response. You wrapped up his flowers and handed them to him politely. "Well, I'll see you around then, Ingenium," you giggled. The pro-hero's eyes widened.

"So you do know me?" he said, sounding as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. "Well, of course, you're everywhere on the news! What you did that day was basically historic!" you beamed. Handing him the flowers, you rested your hands on the table, unable to help but admire him. "—I knew from the day you saved me that you were going to make it to the big leagues," you said softly with a smile.

The hero smiled back, bending down and giving a respectful bow. He looked at you once more. "Thank you… for believing in me, L/n," Iida said, and soon after, you bid each other goodbye.

What you didn't even realize was that he knew your full name, even though you never told him years ago. After that interaction you had back then, Iida started to have an infatuation over you.

When you walked the halls, his trained eyes would meet your figure. He constantly checked over you, and sometimes you would share a glance. He remembered your smile as both of you politely bowed to each other.

During his daily training, every time he jumped and soared to his goals, he imagined saving you every time. It's a usual phenomenon—the relationship between a hero and their first saved citizen.

Maybe he was romanticizing you, but maybe he wasn't. He never had the time to focus on domestic relationships that weren't his immediate family. The only relationships he was able to make were completely platonic or for business connections only.

But today, that changed.

It's been two months since the day you both reunited, and it became a weekly occurrence for him to show up for a bouquet or maybe just a single flower. Often, you'd talk about life since high school or how you got to where you are now. Other times, it was just a simple visit, like the one time he was on patrol and couldn't stop to smell the roses… literally.

Outside, you were watering the blossoms, fully focused on their well-being when you almost missed the tap on your shoulder. Head shooting up, you saw no one there at first, but then you leaned back down to attend to the flowers.

Suddenly, a loud whistle caught your attention, and you couldn't help but smile as you saw the pro-hero in action, accompanied by another hero with spikey red hair. They seemed familiar, too.

You waved back happily, and they both smiled and waved at you. When you turned back, you never noticed the hero turning back just to get a look at you over and over again. Basically to the point where he colleague had to slap in upside the head and force him around the corner.

But the next day you noticed that Iida seemed different. He usually exuded his headstrong personality, but now he appeared more relaxed and reserved, almost nervous.

Frowning, you immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Hey there! Everything alright?" you asked. Iida jolted a little, taken aback by your words, but he reassured you, "Don't worry! Everything's alright over here. I just need another fix of your amazing flowers." However, you hummed to yourself, not believing a word he said.

"Is it just the regular fix, or do you want just one singular flower today?" you teased, but Iida didn't laugh back like usual. Something was definitely amiss.

"Oh no, I actually want something different this evening, please," he said softly. You snorted out loud, "What's with the politeness? What will it be today, Ingenium?~" you sang playfully.

"I'd like a full bouquet of (favorite flowers), please—the biggest bouquet you can offer," he said in a monotone voice, almost too serious for your liking. Your eyes widened, and you nodded, "Okay sure. Did something bad happen? Is someone alright?" you asked, concerned.

Iida shook his head, "No… there's something special I have planned—"

"Wait, don't tell me yet!" you exclaimed excitedly, rushing to the back to quickly gather the requested flowers. Looking into the empty bin, you frowned a little, cursing under your breath. You were a bit upset that you wouldn't be able to bring your favorites back home this week since you were all out.

Walking back with a smile, you set the bouquet down and began wrapping it up. "So! What's the plan?~" you asked, brimming with curiosity. Iida chuckled lightly, "Well… I plan on going on a date this evening. I'm going to confess my feelings to someone very special to me tonight," he said aloud, and as you handed him the bouquet, you faltered.

Oh.

"Really?" you said, your voice sounding almost sad that he was about to change an important part of his life for good. With a smirk, Iida took the flowers out of your hand, "Yep, so if you'll excuse me…" he said, and without even bidding you goodbye, he walked out the door.

You didn't understand what you were feeling at the moment, but it wasn't good.

You knew that Iida was a very social man; it was his job to be social, to interact with the public constantly. But romantically? You felt an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Maybe it was wrong to assume the basis of your friendship, but was it wrong for you to feel that there was something more between the two of you?

It wasn't hard for your coworkers to notice that you were sulking for the rest of the day. You were less chatty and had a "get the work done and bounce" kind of day. As the sun set, you were the last to leave, walking out the back door and locking it behind you. However, you noticed another car parked right next to yours.

Your senses heightened, and you cautiously took a few steps back, reaching into your bag to quickly dial Iida's phone number. "In case of emergency," he had told you. "Today must be my lucky day," you whispered to yourself.

Staring at the screen, the phone rang for what felt like forever. As the call went unanswered and the screen turned red, your lip began to tremble. Stepping backward, the sound of the car starting startled you, sending you into a jolt.

With sharp eyes, you watched the car move, feeling a bit more relaxed as you assumed it was leaving the parking lot. But no, it was coming straight towards you. Gasping, you turned around completely and rushed to the door.

Reaching into your bag, you rummaged around for your keys. Your heart was beating faster than 100 mph, and your eyes watered. You started to think the worst—what if you got killed, kidnapped, or trafficked? Then, the car stopped in front of you.

You were in full panic mode now, trembling as your vision blurred, and your bag stained with tear droplets. This was going to be the last of you.

"I-Iida…" you said, clenching your eyes shut as you braced yourself for whatever was going to happen. You heard footsteps approaching you, and a voice said, "L/n?" Your eyes widened, and you could recognize that voice anywhere.

Whipping around, you noticed that it was him. "Oh my god, Iida!" you cried out, running towards him and wrapping your arms around him tightly. Arms wrapping tightly around you, he looks at you eyes scanning your face, his face filled with worry.

"What's going on? Are you hurt?" he says, his tone wary and shaky. Shifting out of his touch, your eyes red with tears, but your face filled with anger. Not a second passed before your fist met his bicep. You'd expect that hitting someone would hurt on the other end.

"Ow, fuck!" you exclaimed, and soon Iida came rushing to your aid. You had underestimated how muscular he was. "You shouldn't hit other people without cause, L/n," he told you. You groaned in frustration, "I'm hitting you for a perfectly good reason!" you yelled, and Iida looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"I thought you were some… I don't know! Serial-rapist-kidnapper!" you exclaimed slurring your words, pointing over, and then you sighed, "You parked right next to my car, Iida. I thought I was done for and was going to end up on the news by next week!" you complained.

"And why are you even here? Don't you have a date?" you grew irritated at his behavior, noticing the present frown on his lips. "L/n, I'm sorry for frightening you, I am. But I've been parked outside the whole day…waiting for you."

"What? I don't understand," you said, your anger washing away as Iida stepped away from you. He opened his car door, reached inside, and pulled out something. Turning around, you looked down and lightly gasped—it was the bouquet he bought today.

Looking back at him, you noticed a shit-eating grin on his face, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Iida walked back up to you and extended the bouquet for you to grab. "These are for you, L/n," blinking rapidly for a moment, you silently accepted the flowers.

"These… were for me?" you said, and the hero nodded. The loud noise of silence enveloped both of you. "I'm sorry, but can you explain what the hell is going on? I'm not a mind reader." This made Iida chuckle.

"Y'know, Y/n… since I was young, I wasn't sure when I was going to experience life to the fullest. I wasn't sure I was going to get what every other person was given—a right to their own identity. A chance at love, a chance of building a romantic relationship."

He said smoothly, and as your eyes widened, everything started to come together.

"What–“

"Let me finish," he said, reaching out for your hand, and you quietly let him take your hand into his. "From the moment I met you, years ago… I was immediately drawn to you. The mere thought of you drove me crazy. Every day and every night, I would think of my life with you, what our future would look like. Fantasy after fantasy would run through my mind like crazy… until it didn't."

"The year you left, the year I stopped seeing you… I had to snap back into reality and look ahead and not up into the clouds. I realized that I was going to become a hero, and there was a certain mindset that had to be established within me. And when you left, so did the dream to find something better, something worth living for. Something that didn't involve me being a hero."

"I don't believe in fairytales or the magic of chance or coincidence… but the moment I walked into your shop? That all changed. When I saw you, every thought of you rushed back into my head, and it felt like I was a freshman all over again. And I realized that the universe, or whatever god that's watching over me, has given me the chance to see you again and make you mine."

"Y/n? I like you, and I like you a lot…"

Taking a deep breath, he stepped even closer.

"Now you don't have to accept, I'll understand completely if you don't, but—will you go out with me?" He proposed, his voice trembled with nervousness.

Eyes swelling with tears, you smile brightly. No questions asked, you crash your body against his "Yes, of course I will!" you shout against his chest. Iida laughs at your response, lifting you from the ground, he spins you around excitedly, overjoyed with your response.

Setting you down, the both of you pull away; still attached to the hip. Arms draped around his shoulders as his hands fit perfectly against your hips. You stare into each others eyes, your eyes filled with wonder and undying affection as his were filled with longing and yearning for your affection.

Iida's hand reaches to cup your cheek, his free hand grabs tighter against your waist and pulls you back against his chest. You chuckle at his suave actions, reaching to touch his hand resting on your cheek you shake your head.

"Mmm...not yet, you haven't taken me out yet" you giggled.

"Well I would love to, but I think you need to change first...you stink" He says flatly.

that’s a first.

Laughing, you bring him back into your funky embrace. "Sorry, I was on mulch duty," you say. Iida chuckles and rests his head against yours, holding you even tighter.

"well, that explains it."

OMG YAAAAAAAAS THIS EATS SO HARD YAY ME, I had such a silly fun time writing this, thank you so much for the ask it was so nice to write something about Iida (not that I am complaining but...)

PLEASE put in some more asks! I think I'm going through the realization that I don't like doing headcanons anymore and I'm more of a one-shot/series girlie. We have changed...we have evolved!

till then!

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[mangofresca]

terracotta

“You’re doing it again.” Portugal blinks slowly, eyes drifting across the bar and back to the singer from where he had caught Romano gawking at him—seemingly trying and obviously failing at a poor attempt at subtly. They’re supposed to be enjoying the music, tucked away into the winding recesses of Alfama’s narrow, cobbled streets, but all Portugal can feel is the burn of eyes on his face, his heartbeat loud in his own ears.

“Doing what?” Romano snaps, voice grumbling as he half hides behind the wine glass he brings to his mouth, dark enough to stain his lips mulberry and plum. His eyes snap back to the hazily lit stage, even as the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Staring.”

Romano scoffs. “I’m not–”

Combative, always so combative. Portugal lets himself lean closer, voice soft beneath mournful melodies of fado and fate and a longing echoed across glistening terracotta. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I won’t notice.”

Hard not to notice, he thinks, curiously lingering on remembrances of met gazes and flushed cheeks, of hazel eyes that flash bright before they duck away from him, avoidant. Most of the time, he’s content to act as if he’s oblivious, dozy and somnolent as he blinks his gaze to Romano’s direction, knowing before he does so that Romano will flush cerise and twist himself like he’s coincidentally glancing around the room, a happenstance of fleeting eye contact and bristled barely-acknowledgement.

Romano’s nice when he’s embarrassed. Handsome. Portugal sips his Sagres.

Romano’s lips are pressed tightly together, and he watches Portugal through wisps of his bangs and the corners of his periphery, his tone an abrasive mixture of defensive and abashed. “What way?”

Portugal tilts his head, considering. He’s never named it before, that look that crosses Romano’s face when he thinks no one is watching him; it’s something quiet, speculative, fascinated, almost, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, like the notion of it makes him feel giddy, amused, happy. Portugal has seen the way Romano’s lips curve—just barely, just enough to be the clandestine essence of something—into the tiniest grin, a peaceful reverence to him that makes him look riant, strikingly so. Portugal has only seen that smile in short, transient moments across meetings, when their eyes lock and Romano hesitates, faltering for just a second too long before he steels himself again, frowning at nothing and everything as he keeps his head down and eyes averted.

It’s enough for Portugal to have memorized it, an expression that’s charming in its ephemerality, an endearing reminder that Romano isn’t nearly as inconspicuous as he thinks he is. Gentle, Portugal muses, it’s gentle. Sweet, even. Like the way a child looks at their first schoolyard crush. The way newlyweds smile at each other during their first dance.

The way he looks at Romano.

Toda panela tem sua tampa. Portugal hums, not bothering to keep the amusement from his voice. “Like I’m the lid to your pot.”*

He half expects a rebuke, some vicious joke tinged with the blood of a sharp tongue and a sharper ego. He expects pride, blustering denial, the hiss of furious abnegation.

Instead, he gets a silence so loud that it almost makes his ears ring, Romano too preoccupied with fiddling with the stem of his wine glass to notice the rise in Portugal’s eyebrows.

“So…you noticed?” Romano’s tone is so bitter, so self-deprecating and scornful that it takes Portugal by surprise, more so than the admittance itself. He can’t fathom why Romano looks so miserable, like he’s furious with himself over feeling, over caring.

Portugal bites back a frown, and he asks, simply, “Why?”

Romano says something, so quiet that Portugal doesn’t hear it at first beneath the meandering melancholy of his people's music.

He leans in closer, enough for Romano to tense, for Romano’s bangs to brush Portugal’s forehead. “O quê?”

Romano’s hands are fists on the table. Portugal finds him so, so interesting. “I said,” he hisses, tone caustic despite the tremor of nerves, “I–  Fuck, I think I’m in love with you, okay, asshole? I’m in love with you.”

Romano ducks his head, scoffing and swearing to himself like he’s the butt of a joke no one made, and Portugal watches curiously as Romano refuses to meet his eyes, refuses to even look in the vicinity of his direction, cheeks cherry and eyebrows furrowed.

Part of him had expected, dumbly, for the sky to open up and swallow him whole, for lightning to strike and for the world to split, for him to feel rattled or shocked or surprised. Instead, much to Portugal’s lazy delight, he only feels pleased, affectionate, fond.

He wonders, briefly, why it is Romano is so self-loathing, whether it’s the concept of being in love or of being in love with Portugal or of being caught being in love with Portugal. Portugal isn’t sure, but he knows well enough that now is not the time to ask.

Portugal grins and lets his hand slide across Romano’s wrist and over his fist, tugging until white knuckles open to a palm that feels hot against his own. Romano blinks owlishly at him, and Portugal brushes his lips against the corner of a mouth that’s been stained dark by red wine and bitter insecurity and the sweet shadows of his bars and his music, but that feels just as soft, just as warm.

Portugal doesn’t mind warm.

He himself is the same, after all.

*Toda panela tem sua tampa—a common Portuguese saying, meaning “every pot has its lid,” as in everyone has someone who fits them, who is suited for them.

[sliver-lioness]

I haven’t finished my actual Valentine’s Day story but did finish this earlier. So happy Valentine’s Day!

This is set very far into the journey since it’s kind of a slow burn. So a treat for now

“Were you joking about what you said earlier,” Wukong asked quietly.

Macaque hummed as he looked down at the king. He waited, the shy side of the king took some getting used to but he learned to wait for him to work up the nerve. He felt their tails curled around each other as he took a breath.

“About a wedding- um getting married,” he said. He played with the tail end of the Macaque’s scarf that wrapped around both of them. Despite the fact they were courting he feared talking about moving to the next step. It was rocky trying to court while on the journey, steps had to be skipped or moved back because of demons attacks and the fact they had to stay close to the group. It didn’t stop Macaque’s attempts on kidnapping and squirreling him away for a few hours or days whenever he could. It wasn’t the best courting, it was very messy, but he couldn’t argue that he’d want it any other way.

Macaque tightened his hold on Wukong’s tail for comfort. “Of course,” he said with a smile. “Is that what you’re worried about,” he asked amusement, ringing clear in his voice. “We talked about starting a family earlier,” he said, freezing when he looked at Wukong.

Wukong crossed his arms and looked at the other monkey with an unimpressed look.

“I mean grow our family with our own cubs,” he said, grabbing onto Wukong’s hand. “I know you see the other monkeys as your grandchildren but I want to raise cubs with you,” he said softly.

The king’s eyes softened at this. “Then when we do I hope they have your lovely ears,” he said, reaching up and brushing his ears revealing the warrior’s colorful petal-like ears from his glamor.

Macaque looked nervously to their companions when his glamor fell. “I don’t wish so, I would rather them not to be ridiculed,” he whispered softly.

“But they are so pretty,” Wukong said in awe; he couldn't think of a reason why no one would like them.

The ears shifted to a rosy pink from Wukong’s honest compliment. “Well I would want them to have your markings and maybe your fur color. A little star dancing alongside the sun and the moon.”

Wukong smiled, imagining carrying their cub around on his shoulders and chattering away with the other older monkeys, watching as they played with the other baby monkeys. “Maybe a small constellation of stars. I would want one with your lovely fur as well,” he whispered as he looked away in embarrassment.

Macaque blinked in surprise at that before a smile spread on his face before he hugged Wukong close and pushed his face into his neck to hide. His ears shifted to shine a soft but bright yellow with his happiness. “We’ll have a whole evening sky’s worth,” he said.

“Maybe not that many,” the king said with a laugh as he snuggled into the embrace. “But I wouldn’t mind a big family,” he said.

“Then we’ll have the most beautiful wedding at the end of the journey and return to flower fruit mountain and relax for a bit. Then one day we’ll welcome our cub into the world,” Macaque said.

“Nice talk but you guys better not be trying for them anytime soon,” a voice said. Wukong squeaked while Macaque slammed his glamor back into place as the shadows around them darkened intimidatingly.

They looked over the group to see Bajie looking over to look at them with a small glare without heat. He let out a small snort before he turned until his back faced them once again.

Macaque huffed as he pulled Wukong closer to him, he could hear his king’s heart beating like a hummingbird’s wing. Wukong let out a small chirp as he was moved; it took a few moments for him to calm and settle comfortably against the warrior’s side. He buried his nose into the scarf and let out a soft purr as the sweet scent of plums, peaches, and smoke greeted him.

“Sleep I’ll take the first shift,” he said, running his fingers through the golden monkey’s hair. The other gave a little nod before closing his eyes.

[iheartchv]

Hey beautiful!! I was wondering if you could do a COD match-up for me???

I’m a 5’9 girl, very chubby and… well-endowed in the bosom (embarrassing but necessary I believe). 19 years old. I’ve got lots of tattoos. Long brown hair, green eyes, occasionally wear glasses but mainly plain contacts. I’m a musician as well.

I like to wear dresses and skirts, kinda switching between grunge/goth styles?? I love to cook, clean, etc… def wanna be a housewife and stay-at-home-mom someday. I’m working as a nanny right now :)

I’m American but of German/Dutch descent (grandmother was born and raised in the Netherlands). I’m from Louisiana (closer to Texas) so I’ve got a southern accent but can cook some mean cajun food.

I’m pretty shy but get flirty when I’m nervous or scared. Love going to record stores and music shops, especially local!!

You can write whatever you want because it’s adorable, but I’m cool with either N/SFW. Thanks in advance, sugar plum!!!

🤔 I pair you with...

Phillip Graves ♠️

I think ol' Phil here would be your match

He met you when you both bumped into each other

"Oops, I'm so sorry"

"That's alright, darlin'. No harm done."

"It'll take more than that to knock me over"

When he smirked, you couldn't help to feel your heart skip a beat

He was handsome, no doubt about that

You small smiled and went on your way, your heart pounding in your chest

In random places in town you'd spot him

If he sees you, he'll come up to you and try to talk to you

He really likes you and will be flirty with you

Calling you gorgeous, beautiful, sweetheart, etc.

You soon found out he was quite charming underneath the playful winks and flirts

One time when you went shopping for just a some things to cook with, he saw you carrying bags in hand

"Mind if I help you with those?"

"Oh... uhm... I don't mind."

You felt your cheeks burn rosy pink

Phillip brings a lot of the bags in and follows you to your kitchen

He smells the meat you had slow cooking

He was salivating

"Whew, it smells so good in here!"

You let him stay the evening for dinner and...

Absolutely loves your food

He'll eat till he can't anymore

"You'll be the perfect wife to some lucky man"

You couldn't stop blushing and smiling and giggling

He wanted to be that lucky man...

But he didn't want to jump straight into it, in case you weren't ready

"Do you... have a fella yet?"

"No..."

"Are you interested in looking for one?"

His arms are crossed against his chest as he's leaning back a little in his chair

"Yeah... It be nice to settle down with someone"

You told him that you wanted to be a house wife...

He was right saying you'd make the perfect wife

You were ready

"Well, I'm sure he'll come knocking when he finds you"

❤

You were so happy and full of joy when he asked you to be his

"We'll take it slow, step by step, honey. Alright?"

"Yeah. Alright."

He gently smiled at you and gave you a soft, slow, lingering kiss as he held a side of your face in his hand and his thumb brushing over your cheek

When he comes home from missions, he finds you waiting for him with open arms

Tight hugs and kisses all over your face

"I've missed you, baby."

He feels like he's in heaven because all of this, and having you, was just too perfect for words

[whumpshaped]

🤐🍬🤐🍬

Your becky and hellen (joke names)

do they like specific colors? is there anything color coded. Like no my quilt is plum purple yours is lace black!

"My quilt is plum purple," Beck says with a smile. "I like purple. But I don't have a colour preference, I'll wear anything. Light colours tend to make me look super washed-out, though, like a corpse– well... I suppose that's not even a lie anymore. Still, I like darker stuff."

"I enjoy a deep red," Helle starts out, counting on their fingers. "A warm yellow is also nice, soft pinks, anything purple from plum to lavender... I feel like I also wear a lot of browns and blacks, mostly cardigans and coats, just because they go with anything underneath."

[zuragin]

"The New Year means we are older (but our love is not)"

This is dedicated to my dear friend, Nat. Happy New Year!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Patsuan, you must take this fight seriously, huh!”

A frustrated Shinpachi could not say much after such humiliating defeat before the girl next to him. No matter what he did, he would never emerge victorious. In the distance, two men were observing the scene while sitting on a bench. 

Katsura smiled. “It seems some things never change.”

The man next to him didn’t seem to react. Katsura would be patient, and wait for his eventual response. He knew that, regarding Gintoki, not only words were enough. He saw the man’s face. There it was, the smile. The kind of soft smile he only gave when it was about Kagura and Shinpachi. 

“Right,” was all he said before focusing on his dango. 

It was the first week of the New Year, the week of visiting the temples and praying for blessings for the upcoming year. They had arrived hours earlier, knowing the line in order to pray would be long. Ever since their last big event at the Terminal a couple of years ago, it had become a habit for Katsura to accompany Gintoki and his kids for all the festivities of the New Year: Cleaning the house, preparing the dinner, going to see the festivals and parades, and doing the first visit to a temple. Even if dear Elizabeth was not with them during this last ritual, his heart did not feel any colder. 

Eventually both teens -could he still call them “teens”?- arrived, Kagura complaining about feeling hungry and about the cold. They ordered some ozoni and oshiruko for both of them to warm up. Normally, this was far from enough to satisfy the redhead.

Gintoki sighed, standing up. He walked to a stall with okonomiyaki and ordered some for all of them. The lady serving smiled kindly at him, saying “oh, you came with your family today, Yorozuya?”. Katsura’s eyes widened when he heard him say: “That’s right. The Sakata family is a traditional family, so we do normal family things.” 

Katsura would normally not comment on anything regarding if he was included in that definition, but would gladly take the okonomiyaki offered. They also ordered some amazake.

On the way home, just after the entrance to Kabukicho, Katsura would feel a warm hand connecting with his own. He did not need to guess the owner of this hand, because the details of it were already engraved in his memory. It was nice to spend some time with Gintoki and the kids like this, already missing these moments, for he might have to go back soon. He would never predict Kagura and Shinpachi looking at them with apologizing smiles, saying that they preferred to spend the night at the Shimura dojo. 

Katsura ended up entering the Yorozuya office alone with Gintoki. They sat down, close to each other, trying to escape from the cold. The TV would only have New Year special programs, normally a concert or a variety show. The light had left the window of the office a while ago, only the TV remaining as a source. 

After a while, Gintoki said “I’ll go back, Zura”, and left the office. Katsura already missed the warmth. He didn’t pay attention to the TV as much, not until the perm-head would go back with warm sake from Otose’s store and two cups. The smile on his face was so playful and wide, Katsura couldn’t help but do the same. Gintoki had that childish aspect which made him completely adorable to his eyes.

They both sat next to the table and started drinking, and drinking and drinking. Their bodies became hotter and closer to each other, Katsura perfectly aware of each centimeter erased. Gintoki’s face was pink, as if a necklace of plum flowers adorned his gaze. The smell of alcohol filled the air around them. Their interlaced fingers soon were followed by silly kisses between giggles of these two drunk men celebrating another year alive, being each other’s constant. They grappled against each other and soon he had Gintoki on top of him, just like many other times. 

“Oh, are you feeling generous today, Gintoki?”

“Don’t be silly. Gin-chan always takes care of his wigs accordingly.” 

Katsura did not know how it happened, but soon they found each other on Gintoki’s futon sharing kisses and playing with their kimono. A mischievous hand unraveled his obi with clear experience, already knowing how Katsura loved to tie his clothes, and perfectly aware of how to untie the layers of his heart. Gintoki put his legs above his shoulders, and prepared him with his fingers. During their youth, this preparation wasn’t as slow or lovely. He felt blessed at the availability of resources they had now, moaning softly against his palm with heated cheeks. Gintoki would not always top him, but when he did he never knew what to expect. With them it was like a roulette: sometimes roleplaying, other times full honesty, but never satiated. Despite the years, they changed with the seasons somehow, like a nice spice waiting to be discovered, to be shown in their intimacy. 

Gintoki looked at Katsura, a flirty smile filled with anything he doesn’t show to other people, and said like an idiot: “Happy new year, Zura.”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura. Happy new year, Gintoki,” he replied, embracing Gintoki by the neck, supporting himself. They embraced each other tightly for the rest of the night, their bodies moving together with the familiarity only they knew, the smell intoxicating. Katsura was only able to focus on Gintoki’s warmth and the softness of his hair. The thickness of his muscles and the protectiveness over him. 

After indulging in their desires they fell asleep quickly, the moonlight filtered through the window. When Katsura woke up, he felt a little cold, for they had left the window of their room open. 

He thought it must be around 5 a.m. already. In past times, he would escape through the window, but this time he merely came close to it in order to close it. There was no more uncertainty. He could fully give out his heart if he wanted, like a free man. He was about to close the window when he heard a whisper from behind.

“Zura, don’t go…”

“If you left, I don’t know what to do…” 

Katsura went back to the futon and caressed Gintoki’s cheek, who seemed to still be in some deep sleep. He must have felt the sudden coldness. The long haired man kissed the other’s forehead, smiling. 

“Don’t worry, Gintoki. I am here,” he whispered back. 

“We will go to celebrate New years next time too…” Gintoki said softly, seemingly hearing him in his slumber.

“Yes… the next year, and the next after that, and the many years after that, you silly permhead,” Katsura said to his ear, the silver hair tickling his nose. He giggled, going back to the futon and snuggling against the other man. 

He knew Gintoki wasn’t a man of direct words. Normally, his actions spoke for him. Only decades of practice with this man would be enough in order to read everything. As a man of experience in everything Gintoki related, Katsura just whispered against his chest: “I love you too, Gintoki,” and soon went back to sleep as well.

[ask-the-badman]

“That’s true. Well, I’ll be out here waitin’ for ya then. Can’t exactly go in covered in someone else’s blood.” I chuckled, pushing the man who’d already started to stiffen up into the floorboard. Picking my feet up, I quickly roll the passenger side window up and then the driver side. Thankfully the windows are slightly tinted, so no one will be able to see especially once night fully hits. “Go get ‘em slaughter. M’ready to see what ya got up your sleeve.”

I popped the door open and leaned up off the seat to give him a soft kiss on his cheek before closing it once more. Hands sat on the steering wheel, head swimming as I waited to watch him walk in. And in the meantime, I’d try and at least get some spatter off of my face.

"Much appreciated, darlin'. I'll bag a good'un, jus' fer you." Johnny winked before heading off around the building towards the main entrance, glancing around to be sure no one suspected anything.

Pleased to find it nice and quiet as he casually strolled up to the door to pull it open, just barely getting it halfway before some half drunk guy came stumbling out. Slamming their shoulder into his arm as they were much shorter but with enough force to actually startle him as he blinked at the man.

"Watch where yas goin'... fag." They said the last part under their breath, grumbling about pink shirted, lipstick wearing, pretty boy queers. All while stumbling off.

His eyes widened faintly but so did his signature half grin, finding his target and so quickly too as he spoke up, "What was that?"

They turned around real quick, apparently looking for a fight as they sneered up at him, "You heard me, faggot! Watch. Where. Yas. Goin'!"

"You ran inta me."

"Yeah? Well yer gonna be runnin' inta my's fist!!"

The short drunk then took a swing at him, aiming at his face and completely missing when he took an easy step back but came in with his own fist to slug them square in the nose. It sent them sprawling to the ground, hands over their nose, shouting in pain and cussing Johnny out.

"My nose! Ya plum broke my nose!! Ya goddamned sonavabitch!"

"Oh, I'll be doin' more'an that..."

The scarred man chuckled darkly while slowly walking over to them and grabbed the back of their collared shirt to start dragging them the long way around the back of the building. Just to avoid the front windows and away from any curious onlookers. All the way back to his truck and the one Kat was currently sitting in as they kicked and screamed at him before tossing them to the ground.

Right in view for her to watch.

"The fuck you drag me all the way back here fer-" They froze up once he unsheathed his blade from the back loop of his jeans, gulping visibly as they raised up one bloody hand, "He-hey now, I- I- I didn' mean nothin's by whats I said, mister! Honest! Yer no fag! Please! I din' mean it!"

"Oh, but ya did. Ya also could'a apologized fer bumpin' inta me, but here we are." His eyes flickered up to Kat as his grin grew sadistic and toothy while slowly approaching the drunk, "But hey, I'm merciful. If ya give me a big 'ol kiss, I'll let ya leave."

"F-fuck you!" They shouted before quickly scrambling up onto their feet.

Though not quick enough as Johnny rushed in and plunged his blade right into their back just below the ribs, making them gasp out in pain. The scream to follow quickly being covered up by a thick gloved hand grabbing at their mouth to muffle it before pulling the blade out then stabbing it back into another spot on their side. In and out. Between ribs as he cozied up to their back then finishing off with a quick and clean slice to their throat. Blood seeping between his gloved fingers as his victims eyes rolled up.

"Mm mm mmm.." He hummed while leaning his chin on their shoulder, lifting his blade up enough for Kat to see as he licked the blood of the edge. Then giving her a little wave with a couple of fingers still holding his knife. A pleased little grin on his face.

[count-alucard-tepes]

Head canons for my One Piece hotties: The fragrance they like to use

Kizaru✨

He likes to smell fresh, clean and of course sensual for the ladies😏 It would have notes of citrus, laudanum, sandalwood and cedar. It has a bit of a musky undertone which is perfect for date nights.

Akainu🌋

He likes a scent that would linger all day even if he needs to use his magma. He looks sharps and wants to smell good which is why he chooses a bold fusion of iced mango, lemon, and tangerine is combined with sandalwood, sage, and patchouli noir for a bittersweet end result. Bold and aromatic, for my sexy Fleet Admiral.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would bathe himself in scents that are earthy and woody with warm notes of bergamot, pepper and amberwood. Even though he more a ‘natural’ nature guy but he likes to smell good and feels even sexier when a woman compliments him.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He likes a scent that is luxurious and expensive. His scent of choice is the next best thing: Warm and spicy, it has notes of pink pepper, rum, and tobacco. He likes his S/O inhaling his scent and sharing how much they love it.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He likes an unusual but still a sexy scent which has a woody floral scent. Leather and tobacco leaf juxtapose spicy Sichuan pepper, and rich peachy and apricot fruits are what he would go for which would give a beachy scent and vibe to him. So even when he has his S/O kissing and licking all over him, it’s not too overwhelming of a scent😝

Benn Beckman 🔫

He likes a scent that isn’t overwhelming or too luxurious for his liking. He prefers a summer scent that’s warming and a cozy scent made up of cedarwoods, cypress, and nutmeg, with woody undertones of patchouli and vetiver.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He doesn’t like a too strong of a scent because it makes him sneeze so he likes a scent with fruity and citrus top notes of apple, lemon, and plum are balanced against a hefty floral and spicy base, including geranium, sandalwood, and vetiver. Something not overwhelming but still makes him smell pretty good.

Killer🔪

He likes a scent that he could use all the time and that’s not too overwhelming. He likes notes of clary sage, narcissus, and rosewood which are more of his style.

Kaido🐉

He doesn’t really use scent often but when he does have banquet and wears a shirt…he uses a scent combined with cardamom, sandalwood, and vetiver—with hints of tonka bean and amber. A few spritzes of this signature scent is like warming up to a nice cozy fire for that dragon daddy.

King👑

He definitely likes to smell good and the usual scents that he goes for are notes of peach, plum, peony, and violet add a sweet touch to an otherwise woody ground base of leather, patchouli and vanilla. He doesn’t want to have an overwhelming scent but more like a scent candle that is soft and gentle.

Queen👑

He likes a scent that stays on all night while he’s out partying and being that diva that he is. He needs a scent that would still bring in all the ladies too which is why he likes blend of vanilla, amber, tonic beans, and cistus labdanum. They’re sexy and last all night.

[divinemissem13]

30 Days of Prodigy, day 2: Murf

Murf dreams in vibrant Teals and Pinks, like the colors from the bold box of Crayola markers. Which is odd, since life on Tars Lamora is decidedly drab. 

Day in and day out, Murf’s vision is filled with brown dust, grey metal, black skies… 

Murf doesn’t remember living anywhere else but there must have been another planet - a home world, filled with colors as bright as the Teal and Violet of his own body. 

Because how else would his unconscious mind be able to create such vivid colors? 

Golden Yellow is the color of the ball of fire hanging in the Azure sky. Murf calls it “the sun” in the dreams. But that can’t be right because “son” is what a male child is called. Murf may have been called "son," once, on that other planet. But he doesn't remember.

Emerald is the color of the soft covering that grows from the ground in most places on this dream world. Murf likes to roll around in it and then little bits of Emerald stick to him like tattoos. Now, Murf is Teal and Violet and Emerald. It’s wonderful. 

Where the soft Emerald covering fades, the ground is covered in dirt that is nothing like the brown dust Murf knows during the day. The Golden Yellow sun shines on the dirt and it becomes a reddish, brownish, orangish, shiny Copper. It is warm and welcoming and Murf wants to roll around in the dirt too but he knows from experience that it’s less pliable than the Emerald spots. It won’t hurt him, of course, it just doesn’t feel as nice as it looks. 

Turquoise is the color of water, flowing along a narrow path in currents and eddies. Murf jumps in and rides the Turquoise waves, and finds that it becomes hard to differentiate water from his lower half. Another word that has no meaning springs to Murf’s mind: “camouflage.” Whatever it means, Murf feels safe floating along in the water, just a Violet head floating on the tide, nearly indistinguishable among the Plum and Primrose and Fuchsia seed pods that live on the water’s surface until one day, they open and release hundreds or thousands of Plum and Primrose and Fuchsia petals into the air where they dip and swirl on the breeze. The first time that Murf dreamt of the petals, he nearly cried because it was so beautiful.

Teal is Murf’s favorite. Murf is mostly Teal, after all, and he is the only Teal thing on Tars Lamora. 

But in Murf’s dreams… Teal is the color of two arms, flung wide as he rushes toward them. Teal is the color that wraps around Murf and keeps him safe and warm. 

Violet is the color that presses softly into the top of Murf’s head. 

Teal and Violet - these are the colors that make Murf feel loved. In the dream world, Teal and Violet might be “mother,” but that is only a concept that Murf has heard of and not one that he has actual experience with. It seems right… but then everything seems right in the dreams. 

Each morning, the harsh work whistle brings Murf back to Tars Lamora where he passes the days in a cold world of grays and browns. Murf works in the dingy mine and counts the minutes until he can sleep and return to Teal.

[angel-egg-egl]

Wardrobe 2023 Part 2b: JSKs (Other Brands)

Emily Temple Cute - Tea Party Print JSK - Teal

This was a lucky secondhand find, and despite its ancient age, it's pretty vibrant and the print is still in good condition (it's the type of printing that cracks eventually). It runs surprisingly large for old ETC, but it's pretty short on me, and the material needs to be ironed a ton before wearing, so I dont wear it much, but it's a nice collection piece.

Emily Temple Cute - Queen Marie's Fragrance JSK - Navy

So I've found rereleases of this print on lolibrary, but not this particular cut. I might make a listing for it myself sometime. It's very cute, and the salmon ribbon matches well with BTSSB/AATP's 'plum' colour.

Emily Temple Cute - Pansy Ribbon JSK - Pink

I actually dont remember the name of this one for sure, and cant find a lolibrary listing or any sales pages, so I'm a little stumped. It's very cute though!

Melody BasKet - M's Pharmacy JSK - Sax

This was one of my first dresses, and I still love it! The medical theme is cute but mature-- a lot of medical themed dresses are too gothic or too overly sweet for me, so they just give me flashbacks to my menhera phase.

Melody BasKet - Birdcage and Rose JSK - Pink

This is also a favourite, because I have a soft spot for birds (especially cockatiels), and the birds pictured look a lot like my grandmas old bird! Very cute. The shade of pink is a little salmon, and kind of tricky to match, but I ended up finding some meta socks that match perfectly. It's great for casual daily wear when I dont want to get my cotton pieces dirty.

Melody BasKet - Angel Lace JSK - Ivory

Contrary to the name, there isnt any lace, just lace print. This is another comfy casual dress I use for errands! I actually kind of want the pink, so I can swap the sashes out-- I think this would look cuter with the red sash. Maybe I could handmake one?

Angelic Pretty - My Favorite Room JSK - Navy (Special set)

This is my favourite AP print, and the only one really left in my closet. Its really underrated, so I got this for cheap! I also found a grey special set version recently, but haven't had a chance to photograph it. It's a little short on me, but I think it's cute anyway.