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[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST KINKTOBER GAMING PLAYLIST — WEEK 2

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kinktober masterlist / previous playthrough

You’ve known him since you were sixteen years old. The mere memory of him grabbing at your backpack strap to tug you out of the way as you were about to walk into ongoing traffic imprints your brain like a nostalgic TV memory. He was a sixteen-year-old guardian angel who aged through the years as you grew, interfering in your life as if you were the most life-threatening person ever. 

Freshman year of college, he’s taking the red solo cup of whatever mixed potion the older frat guys made out of your hand. This led to practically the whole campus thinking you were chronically insane as you argued with no one because they couldn’t see what you saw. He interfered with your life at moments when you had it all under control, and he didn’t need to baby you as if you didn’t. But you were grateful for him, and the things he did stop when things got bad.

It's like killing a guy who roofied you at a bar. Despite the toxic drugs from drinking your drink, it had you feeling like you were in another world. You remember the crimson-red liquid staining his large, elegant white wings after the deed was done. After that, he’s never left your side, and you grew to feel suffocated. You couldn’t do much in your life if you had your guardian angel down your neck twenty-four-seven commenting on you getting hurt or dying. 

Now an adult, he still was here. Despite you being perfectly fine. No freak accidents, no near-death experiences. He still was here lurking around as if you were a child. 

Right now, watching as you poorly attempted to get laid. Your panties dangle from your ankle as you wait for the guy to insert, but as your horny meter slowly decreases—so does the poor stranger you met at a bar cock. Your eyes averted between your bodies as he aggressively pumped his condom-covered cock; you could hear his laughs as he was sitting on your kitchen counter chewing on an apple. 

Fuckin’ Sephiroth.

“You know what? That’s okay. Just leave.” You pushed the guy off you, limp dick and all while you’re scrambling to tug your panties back on. 

“What? It just takes some time,” The guy’s tugging his pants up in frustration. “Just please…baby.” He’s grasping on you, and you’re swatting his hand away like it’s an annoying fruit fly. 

“Just go. I’m no longer in the mood.” You warned.

This was a warning not only for yourself but for him. You had a 6’1 angel looming around your apartment who didn’t care to kill someone—especially a person who wasn’t following directions. Your eyes darted from him in the kitchen to the guy who kissed his teeth while collecting his belongings.

“Don’t call me anymore! You completely wasted my time.” He sneered at you while leaving your apartment. The door closed with a harsh slam that made you jump. 

As silence drifts over your apartment, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of that annoying clock in your kitchen ticking, you lean back on the couch with a sigh. “You know, you completely ruined the vibe, you know?” Your eyes land on the white-haired male as he finishes the apple he obnoxiously chews on.

“Do not blame it on me.” He tosses the apple in a trash can and stands up to close the space between you.

“I am blaming you because it seems like every romantic connection I attempt to make, you are there to ruin it.” You sneered at him before sitting up. “I don’t think this will work anymore, Sephiroth.” 

“Are you saying you want to release me of my duties of being your guardian angel?” He asks. You can feel he got closer despite shifting your eyes closed to calm yourself down from this talk. 

You two have been together for years. He’s been protecting you for years, and now it felt so suffocating that you couldn’t breathe. Sometimes, you wanted to release him of his duties, but you knew when you did that every memory you’ve shared with him would vanish. It would be like you two have never met. 

The sight of him with his elegant white wings on his back. The sight of blood staining his pale skin after murdering someone that hurt you. The look of worry when you almost walk into traffic, and he was a split second from being too late. 

He was yours just as much as you were his. But you needed space. 

“Yes.” You breathed out, pushing yourself off the couch to enter your room. “You know, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t think we can co-exist in each other’s lives anymore.” You explained you turned around, and he was leaning against your doorframe with the most obnoxious face. 

It was as if your words were going out one ear and the other for him. “We’re not young anymore. I don’t need you being so….so.” You were searching for the word to describe how you felt—frustration riddling your bones as you attempted to express yourself. 

Sephiroth took steps forward, closing the gap between you two. When he was towering over you with such little care at how close he was to you—he fixed your tank top strap and let his slender fingers linger on your shoulder just a little longer to cause goosebumps to garnish your skin immediately. 

“Possessive.” He finishes your sentence as his teeth graze upon his lower lip. “Is that the word you’re searching for, my little ward?” 

And with challenging eyes, you met his and said, “Yes. Possessive, like you own me or something.” 

His chuckles. But this chuckle was different from the one you have heard. It felt more sinister, more agitated. 

“You’re stuck with me, love. If you like it or not. We’re bound together until you die of old age or better yet, I briefly take my eyes off you as fate finally chooses a moment for you to die. Maybe a bus will hit you as you walk into traffic for texting on that silly device of yours, or maybe you’ll accidentally hit your head.” 

Your eyebrows furrow together in frustration and anger at his words. 

“You enjoy my company but don’t want to admit it. You think I didn’t notice the way you bring home little flings to spite me. You think I can’t hear the way your heartbeat quickens at the sight of me watching you get fucked by some man who can’t even make you orgasm. Sephiroth’s eyes glance over your body like he was observing you under a microscope. “So tell me, Y/N.” His finger’s toying with that strap on your tank top that keeps falling off your shoulder. 

“How many times have you imagined me, your sworn protector—your guardian angel fucking you?” His fingers drag alongside your nipples that harden through the thin white fabric of your tank top. “And don’t lie; I know when you’re lying to me.” 

You couldn’t quite remember what you had said after his words for your knees to be pressed upon your stomach and for Sephiroth’s cock to be buried into your throbbing cunt while your moans bounced off the walls. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other with the sound of your headboard banging against the wall was like music to your ears. But you enjoyed the sight of Sephiroth more. 

His crystal white hair fell in his face so perfectly. Comically enough, you wanted to say he looked like an angel. His eyes kept averting between your fucked out face and in between your body. With each glance down there, it seemed he fucked you into the mattress even harder. Instantly, your legs snake around his waist, completely trapping him from depriving you of what you were so eager for.

Sephiroth chuckles darkly through your pants of desperation, “Seems you’re enjoying this a little too much.” He mumbles. He pulls his cock entirely out of you, leaving you whining for more. 

He guides his cock in between your pussy lips rubbing in the mixture of your essence and pre-cum. Your back arched off the mattress with urgency, and he pushed you back down so you could endure the pleasurable torture of his cock teasing you until you were staining the cotton sheets below your naked body. With each stroke between your puffy lips, you’re squeezing your eyes shut tightly to prevent even the littlest thought of him seeing you like this. You didn’t think you could fathom the mere embarrassment. 

“Come on, you don’t want to see how well you take me?” He questions, his voice rings with a teasing tone that makes your pussy pulse. 

“Fine then.” He mumbles what seems to himself before he hooks his strong arms under your knees, completely trapping you under him and what’s to come.

You wondered if Sephiroth could hear how fast your heart was beating. It felt like it was bouncing around your chest like a small ball in a pinball machine. The feeling of his thick tip brushing against your entrance felt like the world had stopped. Perhaps it did. The idea of a guardian angel fucking his ward into her mattress had to be some form of rule breaker, right? Maybe, just maybe—God had briefly paused the world to give you time to weigh out the pros and cons of this.

But when Sephiroth bottomed down inside you, you felt the world unpause, and a wave of pleasure travel across your body. You even could hear yourself let out a sigh of relief—as if you’ve been waiting for this moment in centuries. The way his cock was inside, you felt like it was a missing piece in a puzzle you need. It fit perfectly, but when he started rotating and thrusting his hips—you couldn’t help but call out his name like it was a scripture.

It wasn’t as if you could do anything else but take his sensual thrusts. The mating press position trapped you from doing anything else but that. The way he was making you feel at the moment had you ignoring all that. Your moans echoed into his ear, and Sephiroth was very responsive because he’d grunt back like a rabid animal in heat. Ensuring that the feeling was mutual. That he was feeling just as good as you were. 

“After this, you’ll be stuck with me forever, right?” Sephiroth asked. His tongue drags alongside the bridge of your right ear, and instantly, your legs snake around his waist, locking your feet together so he won’t let go.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” His words send a chill down your spine as he continues to fuck into the mattress.

The pornographic sound of heated flesh echos upon your bedroom, and your eyes seem to squeeze shut in bliss. Savoring the moment between the two of you until you couldn’t anymore. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, and your thighs quivered under your guardian angel’s touch. His grip on you grew tighter, and you knew that he was unraveling right on top of you. His groans that echoed in your ear changed into whines of desperation. If you were being honest with yourself, you haven’t seen him this desperate in your life.

But it was a reason for that because, in just three seconds, he was a coming mess. He didn’t even bother to pull out, either. His nails dug into your heated flesh with each thrust inside of you, ensuring that each droplet of his cum stayed inside of you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you leaned up to indulge in a heated kiss to seal the deal that you knew was going to follow you for years.

You truly were stuck with him forever until you took your last breath. 

TAGS // @salaciousdoll @syndrlla97 @lilvampirina @msun1c0rn

[dejwrites]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rekindled, john price

divorce can either turn dark or be a smooth ride down lala land. john and you've been divorced for a while now, but it's not really much of a secret that he just can't stay away from you. especially when he has returned from being whisked away with task force 141.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, ex husband!john, established past relationship, john and reader have a set of twins, reader gossiping with her friends, italics means a flashback, profanity usage, slight second chance lovers trope // smut warnings: oral (f.receiving), standing position, dirty talk, possessive!john prince, some love bombs are dropped, breeding kink, description of making out // word count: 4.4k, // ao3 // minors dni.

YOU AND YOUR EX-HUSBAND DIDN’T REALLY LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE. But You didn’t leave on a good note either. Your marriage just slowly became dull. Of course, you still had your beautiful twin boys that seemed to steal that charming smile John had. However, you were fully aware that attempting to stay together for the sake of the kids—did more harm than good. The divorce was finalized and the two of you were okay with co-parenting, actually, you’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s been working well considering what John did for a living, so the majority of the time the boys were with you. When he came back home, they stayed with him. 

It was okay. You were okay being newly divorced, having a nice paying job that you enjoyed, your two sons striving in academics and extracurricular activities, and you even oddly joined a book club also. The book club was filled with different types of women. From the women married to rich bachelors to the freshly divorced who snuggled up with their pool boys after the children slept. They were quite an odd crowd to hang around, but you were genuinely happy. Although you couldn’t relate to your husband buying you a brand new Mercedes or having a sultry affair with your child’s teacher, this group of women knew how to have fun when they wanted to.

Maybe that’s how you whine up at the town’s local bar with them. After realizing how hot and steamy the chapters of this month’s book club book were, you and the ladies decided to go into town for a drink or two. It’s the least you guys could do after a long week of student-teacher conferences and football tournaments. 

“Do you ever miss him?” Blonde-haired Cheryl asked as she down a shot of tequila. Her face scrunched up as she picked up the lime slice to suck on. “You know? John?” She adds to ensure that her question was meant for you.

“What is there to miss? We divorced and went our separate ways. Our boys are happy, and that’s all we care about.” You answered truthfully.

“And what if she told you he just walked in right now as we’re speaking.” Thirty-two-year-old Sheila asked. Her brown skin glistened under the bar light as she leaned back into the booth seat. She twirled her finger around a coil on top of her head before letting out a drunken dreamy sigh. 

“He isn’t coming back to town until next week.” You answered. The two women stared at you as if you’d grown another arm out of your body. You were sure it was because they drank too much, but Sheila had pointed at the figure that stopped to greet the very popular bartender that had seen everyone who stepped foot in here at their lowest. 

You followed where she was pointing, and your breath hitched in your throat. There John was chatting with the bartender—completely making up for the lost time of him not being around. Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you quickly turned around before he could fully notice you. You watched as Cheryl placed her head in her hand with a cheeky grin on her face. 

“What?” You asked as you leaned forward to capture the straw in your alcoholic beverage. “It’s not a big deal; he could be here to meet someone. You know, we’ve divorced you guys. He’s allowed to date.” 

“Mhm, okay.” Sheila laughs. “Why are you suddenly so fidgety? You can’t even sit straight now.” 

Now it was Cheryl piecing the pieces together. She’s been with you from the start of the divorce and even asked her husband to be your lawyer. She and Sheila knew you so well. Yes, she knew that you haven’t gotten laid since the divorce, claiming so many times that it’s messy to introduce a man in your life so soon. Despite you and John being divorced for a while now. But Cheryl was calling bullshit. She then covered her mouth in complete shock as the alcohol gave her a boost of realization. “You didn’t!?” She shrieks loudly, and that causes some people to glance in the table’s direction.

“Did what?” Sheila asked as she looked at her before popping another peanut in her mouth. 

“You gave him some, didn’t you?” Cheryl asked. She collected the untouched tequila shot meant for you and downed it with ease. “You gave John some before he left and didn’t even tell us. Here I’m thinking you were practicing abstinence?” Her manicured fingers pointed at you like you were on trial for the Salem Witch Trials. 

“What? That’s nonsense,” Now you were taking huge gulps of your drink. Even took the skinny black straw from the drink and down it until it was burning your insides. 

“She did. She sees him and suddenly can’t sit straight. Don’t even want to see him. So, she must have enjoyed it.” Sheila laughed. “Spill the details now, or I’m throwing this peanut at your forehead.” 

You couldn’t even lie your way out of this. What they were saying was true. Before John had to leave, right after dropping your sons back off to you—one thing led to another, and you found yourself gasping out his name and seeing stars in the moment's bliss. You hated to admit that was what you had thought about since he left. When your eyes closed to go to sleep, you visualized that moment of him being in between your thighs that night. Your cheeks even heated in embarrassment as you sat here trying to deny it happened. Having sex with your ex-husband was messy, especially when you have been telling your friends that you've been going out on dates and attempting the dating pool again. 

“He dropped the boys off, and it just happened, okay?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “One thing led to another, clothes being torn off—you guys know the deal.” 

“But did you feel anything, or was it just sex?” Cheryl asked.

“Like, did he fuck you with meaning or like a one-night stand?” Sheila asked.

“Sheila!” Cheryl shrieked as she playfully smacked her arm. 

“What, Cheryl? I think this is an important question to ask, considering the circumstances. If he fucked her like a one-night stand, he just wanted a last little taste so he could go on about his life. But if he fucked her with some meaning, maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to let go just yet.” Cheryl had taken a sip of her vodka tonic and gave you a grin. “So which one was it, Y/N?” 

Which one was it? You couldn’t even remember. You sat twiddling with your thumbs as the memories of that night came swirling around your brain for you to remember.

“They’ve been playing all damn day, so I figure that would be ready for bed when they get here,” John commented as he tucked one of the children in.

You only hummed at his response as you leaned down to tuck your other son in. It was good that they were going to bed at a reasonable time since they had school the following morning. You just were grateful that John was being a responsible parent and returning them at a good time that worked for both of you. As you two left the twins' room, you felt like this feeling was a little too familiar. The tucked the boys in, the each giving them a kiss goodnight and then sneaking out of the room not to wake them. It felt strange now, knowing with the divorce finalized—the two of you didn’t go to the shared bedroom together. Instead, John would share his farewell and just leave. 

You were still getting used to your home's subtle silence now that John wasn’t here. You knew that if he were still here around this time—you would hear the laughter of your three favorite boys playing video games or watching television. But now it wasn’t like that. You no longer heard John’s loud laughter that echoed through the halls, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. It was just silence. 

“I’m going away for a couple of weeks, possibly a month max.” John breaks your thoughts as he stops you from going further down the hall. He noticed the grasp he had on your hand and quickly dropped it. 

You were used to talks like this. Once again, it was different with you two being divorced this time. Your lips form a straight line as you realize that you’ll have to give your sons the talk. “Did you tell the boys?” You asked.

“Of course, they took the news quite well. Shockingly,” John chuckles as he rubs at his facial hair before sighing. “I just wanted to let you know also.” 

“They’re not our little babies anymore; they’re getting so big.” You admitted. “But I appreciate you telling me,” You added. 

He gives you a grin of satisfaction before he shares his farewells to find his way out. However, now it was you stopping him from departing. “Just return back to us—I mean them, in one piece.” You gave him a genuine smile that you knew he had to return. 

“And if I don’t?” John turns to take a step forward, once again closing the gap between you two as you stand in the hallway. 

“I’m going to come to save you myself if I have to. I am not going through these boys' teenage years alone, you smug asshole.” You said as you were trying to bite back a grin. 

John glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His heart pinged at the sight of that grin. Some days he found himself questioning what went wrong without realizing that nothing can go wrong in a relationship. However, people can outgrow each other. They can just realize that it wasn’t working out anymore, and John was trying so hard to attach that statement to the two of you. He just couldn’t. The captain couldn’t let you go. He was quite upset that he let you go—that he sat and let the divorce happen. 

“So please, John Price, return in one piece quickly.” You repeated. You noticed his eyes glancing at your lips and soon staring back at you. He did that when he wanted to kiss you. You’ve known him for years to tell that.

“And if you want one last kiss, just get it over with, John.” You threw your hands up in defeat, knowing that this would only complicate and confuse things. But then again, this could be the last time you see him. 

With that, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you so hard that you forget to breathe for a second. Your fingers grasped at his shirt to get him closer. Your back was pushed against the wall as John deepened the kiss. His tongue glides across your lower lip, aching to taste you. His guess was you were drinking wine before he dropped the kids off because, on Sunday nights, you spent it drinking wine and indulging in a bubble bath. Of course, he remembered that. He knew you more than he fuckin’ knew himself. 

Your lips parted without a fight or fuss just to let John in. His tongue slithers in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. John’s kisses always took you to another universe. They were so intense that they made your knees go weak. They made you sit and think about them. They had you wanting more. Maybe this kiss and the fact that you haven’t been laid since the divorce had you eager for more. His lips disconnect from your lips to kiss your jawline and then to your neck. His facial hair tickles you, and you bite back a childish giggle as you notice how fast he moves. His hands lingered in the pastel pink silk robe that seemed to loosen each second. 

“Fuck, I missed this,” John whispered before he planted a kiss on your swollen lips again. 

“We’re going to wake the boys. We should go into the room,” You said between the subtle breaks of the kiss. “They’ll question why you’re still here, you know?” 

“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” He leads you to the master bedroom that once was shared by you two. The scent of John still lingers around even though you even redecorated the room to your liking.

Your back pushes against the room door to close it shut as your eyes watch John tugging the shirt he wore over his head. Your teeth got caught in your lip as you took him in. From his broad shoulders to the battle scars. The sight of him had your panties wet and forced you to clutch your thighs shut. He took two steps to be closer to you again, his eyes taking in your features. From your coils that fell in your face due to your wash-n-go style to those eyes that put him in a trance every time he looked at you. His hands travel down to untie the knot of the silk robe.

Your skin is now garnished with goosebumps as soon as the crisp air in your room hits your skin. Your nipples had already hardened from just the sight of John, so they immediately poked through the silk fabric. John’s mouth watered at the sight of you. He always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen. His tongue wets his lips before he gets on his knees without a word to help you step out of your panties. He’s prompting one of your legs over his shoulder without a care, and without warning, he’s indulging in your taste. The flat of his tongue gliding across your wet folds. John missed this. He missed being between your plush legs, hearing you whimpering his name and clawing your fingers through his hair.

His tongue flickers at your clit, which got you talking. Your hand went up to muffle your moans, but as soon as you felt John’s tongue trace the outline of your entrance—you had lost any grace to keep your voice down. Your knees buckled slightly at the feeling of him in between your thighs. John ignored your pleas and cried about how good he made you feel. The only thing on his mind was the thought of tasting you. Making you come so good that when he left—he was the only thing on your mind. Was that selfish of John? Probably so, but he didn’t give a damn. 

Teasingly he placed a kiss on your thigh before going back in. His nose nuzzled at your pubes as he took his index and middle finger to insert inside of you without warning. He let his tongue flicker at your sensitive bud as he thrusts his fingers inward. Your juices dripped down his slender digits as he fingered you. His eyes make eye contact with you as he’s curving his finger just to hit that spot that causes you to yell out his name. 

“John baby, please. I’m about to-“ Your words stopped abruptly when you felt him remove himself from you. Your orgasm blew away as quickly as ever as John stood up off his knees. He’s staring at you with so much lust in his eyes—it was the same look he gave you the night the twins were conceived. 

His bulge was noticeable in his pants; you took it upon yourself to tug him closer in a heated kiss. The taste of you now encrypts your tongue while you undo the button on his pants. You let your hand rub at his bulge, causing him to groan in the kiss. As you were helping him out his bottoms, his callous hands fully tugged the silk robe off. The robe decorated the brown wooden floors alongside John’s clothes, and with each passing minute, you became whole again. 

He lifts you up easily, and a chill goes down your spine at the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance. You were expecting him to carry you to the bed. You wouldn’t have minded him taking you in a missionary position where you could feel extra stroke; he put his all in. Or doggy style, where you could muffle out his name in the fluffy pillow. But instead, he’s using the door to lean your back upon, and with one hand holding you up—he using his other to help guide you upon his cock. Your arms snake around his neck in a strong grasp from the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out and the fear of him dropping you. You two had never done a position so vulgar, so this came as a shock to you. But the only thing you could do is indulge in the glorious feeling of John. 

It was such an amazing feeling. It felt like John was the only thing you could stutter out. How his hands guided you up and down his cock had your eyes lolling in the back of your head. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip to muffle your moans because you didn’t want to wake the boys. With each thrust upward, you felt your juices dripping down your thighs. When you made eye contact with John, you didn’t think you could get any wetter than you already were. He looked so wonderful like this. Balls deep inside you, uttering how well you’re taking him and how beautiful you look. Were you falling back in love with him, or was that just the way he was fucking you that had your brain all mushy inside. 

“You haven’t been giving this pussy to anyone else, have you?” John questioned through his rhythmic thrusting. 

You couldn’t muster up an answer until he fully tugged himself from thrusting upward inside of you and slamming himself back into your wet pussy once again. This time repeat the question so you can answer him loud and clear. 

“No, I’m all yours, John.” You whimpered out with tears of pleasuring, staining your lash line. 

You leaned in to kiss him deeply, your fingers combing through his hair, just wanting to feel closer to him. Although your bodies were already swapping sweat and intertwined closer than ever, it just felt right at the moment, wanting to be closer to John. His thrusting became quicker, and you knew he was most likely about to cum. You could always tell when he was about to come.

Cause when John came, he came a lot. Big heavy loads of his cum just oozed out when he came. He had a thing where he would always come inside you unless you told him not to. But it didn’t shock you; he told you before you two got engaged that he wanted kids. You always joke that it was why you were graced with twins instead of one child. 

His face would get as red as a tomato, and the only thing you could hear him say as he cast soft kisses upon your neck and collarbone was your name. 

“Y/N..Y/N..I love you, Y/N.”

When the two of you were being tugged down by the intense feeling of your orgasms, you quickly went to tug on your rob. Your skin felt hot, sticky, and you smelt like him. You were shuffling in embarrassment as you collected John’s clothes off the floor and shoved them in his hands. You couldn’t even progress the fact that he uttered those words to you. 

“You must get out of here before the boys see you.” You were avoiding looking at him because you knew you would want more. You knew you couldn’t say those words because it would further confuse you. 

You were expecting him to argue against your words, but John collected his clothes and started to put them on. The two of you were silent as you sat on the bed, attempting to collect your thoughts. You had just slept with your ex-husband and enjoyed it. Actually, you were eager for me. 

And the last thing John said to you before leaving the bedroom you once shared was to give the boys one last kiss for me. 

You leaned back into your seat, watching as your two friends were a giggling mess.

“I can’t believe you kicked him out afterward. You could at least let him sleep in the guests' room.” Cheryl said. 

“Hell, he had his head in between her thighs. Might as well sleep in the master bedroom.” Sheila adds.

 Sheila would finish her drink and check her phone, “Oh shit, the wife has come to pick us tipsy stranglers up.” She says as she looks at you. “I mean, you can always ask John for a ride. Considering you already…you know.” 

Cheryl snickers as she tugs her jacket on and collects her belongings. “Sheila, we have to be serious. He can’t know what we know. Now I’m heading to the ladies' room before we leave; you coming?” 

“Oh yeah,” Sheila says.

“I’ll meet you two outside.” You slipped on your jacket and moved by the crowd in the bar to exit. Purposely avoiding the direction that John was near. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just knew seeing him would mean you’ll bombard yourself with feelings that you've been thinking about since he left. You’ll be forced to think about how maybe letting him was a huge mistake. 

As soon as you stepped outside, you called the babysitter for your sons to let them know that you were on your way home. Your back leaned against the brick wall waiting for Sheila and Cheryl—of course, they would take forever in the bathroom when you needed to run away from someone. You tugged your jacket further on your body once you felt the crisp nightly breeze brush by you. Suddenly, you could feel someone standing next to you. And you knew it was him. 

For one.) he probably saw you leave in such a hurry you would think you left your oven on at your house or two.) Cheryl and Sheila didn’t actually go to the bathroom. They most likely drunkenly approached him and said that you were waiting for him. 

“We need to talk.” It seemed you two said at the same time. 

Now you were facing him, the sound of the bar door was pushed open, and your two friends bubbly stumbled out, arms linked with each other as they walked towards Sheila's wife's car. 

“Bye, John,” Cheryl drags out his name with a childish grin, not hiding that she knew you two slept together. “Y/N? Are you coming? They can drop you off also.” 

“She’s in good hands, Cheryl. I’ll make sure she gets off safely.” John gives her a half grin, and you look at your friends, trying to telepathically tell them not to leave you alone with him.

But Sheila only winked at you before wishing her farewells to you and John and dragging a tipsy Cheryl away. Now the two of you were alone. Just you, him, and your thoughts about that night before he left.

“We should get going. The babysitter is waiting for us—I mean me.” You said, and with that, you followed John to his car. 

Too many memories hit you all at once when you were in the passenger seat. The scent of John, obviously. The one crayon marking from one of the twins was on the dashboard. The driver's side that you occasionally would glance at John and watch him drive. He’ll always catch you staring before you look away in embarrassment. Gosh, you couldn’t forget the times that seat was reclined back, and you climbed on top of him like a hormonal sex-deprived woman. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this at the moment. You wanted to have a clear conversation with him without anything sexual getting involved. 

“Is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened?” John questioned. His eyes stared ahead on the road, and you just felt so little in his car.

Facing your feelings head-on as soon as that question comes out. Your fingers toyed with the bracelets that decorated your wrist before speaking, “We had sex. What more is there to say?”

You could hear your ex-husband tapping at the steering wheel. He clicks his tongue before speaking, “That’s what it was? Doesn’t seem like it, but okay.” He makes a turn, and you take note that he was purposely taking the long way back to the home you two once shared.

“Okay?” You asked. “Is that why you’re taking a long way home? Come on, John. We’ve taken this route before when we want-” You stopped midsentence realizing what you would say.

It was the same way he would take where he would pull over after a romantic date, and the two of you would engage in a heated quickie. He would take the same route if you two needed to argue a little longer to prevent your sons from hearing it when you were home. The last time you took this route, your lips parted to utter the word divorce; the rest was history. 

“Because we need to talk. You know more than I know that what happened was more than just sex.”

You grew silent, slowly slumping in your seat. “But what’s next if I say I felt more?” You asked. Your arms cross over your chest, sighing. “We can’t just get together.”

“Why not?” John stops at the red light, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Oh, that gaze. He knew what he was doing. He knew that right now, the way his eyes drank in your looks as if you were the finest bottle of whiskey made your heart flutter in your chest. You looked away, not having an answer to his question because there weren’t any. Deep down, you wanted to give you and John another try. 

It was only right that you rekindled the old flame that blew out.

After a minute of silence and the low hum of whatever generic pop song was playing on the radio, you asked. “So, how does this work?” 

“I guess we take it one step at a time.” He gives you a reassuring smile that you return.

“One step at a time.” You repeated before finally relaxing in your seat.

One step at a time at rekindling your marriage.

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[vinnytotherescue]

What makes us human (lies of p x female reader)

What is it that makes us human?

            Is it our heart, pumping warm red liquid into our bodies to keep us alive one more day? Is it our lungs feeding us oxygen and pushing our chest to move in an ongoing life-long choreography? Or is it our brain controlling our body, organs, and mind enough to answer this question? Is it maybe something simpler? Like the warmth we exude by simply existing or our curious eyes moving around ready to capture a new memory.

            Unfortunately, there is never one answer to this question since every human has a different view on this topic. A doctor would agree that a beating muscle is enough, but a philosopher would argue that there is more to being human than a single organ.

            Responding to this question becomes an even bigger hassle when said person is no human but a highly intelligent puppet. From the moment Pinocchio was created his very first goal was to become human, whatever that meant. But as time went on he began searching what it really suggests. The more he investigated the more conflicted he got with the inconclusive answers and their variety. His second solution to his problem was posing this question to the residents of Hotel Krat, an even bigger hassle as he later noted. Antonia was the first victim of his complicated question and the least helpful.

“What makes us human? Oh, my dear sweet boy, that’s a difficult question, isn’t it? It could be anything really, from having working organs to being able to feel”

            Next was Lady Sophia, his presumed advisor through his long and tiring journey of fighting and killing automatons around Krat. Her answer was better but not exactly what Pinocchio hoped for.

“Being human is such a peculiar concept. We are able to react to situations and feel different emotions like anger, joy, and love. If you meant physically now, we are given organs and whole systems that make us operate. But when you think about it, we are not that different from puppets. Are we? I mean you do have operating systems maybe not  as complicated as our own but the thing you lack is proper emotion”

            As Pinocchio grew closer to becoming human, he did have the opportunity to feel certain emotions, but never the ones he heard about. The feeling of anger and dread was not what popped into his mind when he thought of being human. What he longed for was joy, happiness, and most importantly love. Would he ever be able to feel love?

            That’s when you came into the picture. A young woman trying to escape this hell hole named Krat. It was only supposed to be a two-day trip to the city to meet some friends when that turned into a full-blown nightmare. How she managed to survive that long was a question in itself since she had no weapons and skills to properly use any. Simply hiding in boutiques and abandoned apartments was her way of surviving. Leaving the city of course was out of the question since she was evidently lost.

             Gemini was the first to notice her hiding in a cabinet as they ventured into another seemingly empty apartment. Unfortunately for her, the noise that came out of her mouth as a piece of glass fell on her foot was not subtle but thank god it wasn’t a normal automaton that found her.

            Pinocchio slowly walked toward the source of the sound and when he stood outside of the cabinet, he simply tugged it open. A kick to the face was not what he expected to say the least. Stumbling back, he was quick to compose himself and grab her arm as she desperately tried to escape his iron grip. Her kicking and punching immediately stopped when she heard his soft velvety voice next to her ear. Her eyes widened and her head snapped to look at her captor or maybe her savior. His eyes were bluer than the summer sky and the freckles adorning his pale face resembled all sorts of constellations.

Reassurance filled her chest for once in those long two weeks as she stared at the seemingly human person behind her.

“It’s ok I got you”.

            Pinocchio felt the need to bring her to the hotel since she was the first living human he managed to find “roaming’ the streets. That happened a few months ago and since then the puppet’s interest never left. He would always inspect her, her humanity. The way she moved as if dancing when trying to decide which book to read, the way she bit her lip when she was thinking, or the wide smile she would give to the cat every time she crossed paths with her. What made her so human?

            What made him wonder though was the peculiar warmth he felt in his chest each time he was close to her. After every trip to Krat, he felt a small change in him, giving him hope that he was becoming more and more human. But the feeling that deeply resided in his chest was still a question left unanswered. Could he feel something? But he is still a puppet, of course, he had a fair share of human traits as time moved on but was having emotions one of them? Talking of questions, he never got to ask her the one that posed to the rest of the Hotel Krat residents. What made them human, what would make him human?

            It was nearly midnight in the hotel and (y/n) was immersed in a book she got from the library a while ago. She lay on the couch her eyes scanning the yellowing pages without a care in the world around her, and the boy that entered the dimly lit room. He moved toward her making his footsteps purposely louder as if not to scare her. Her eyes though stayed put on the letter-filled pages.  P walked until he was in her field of vision, maybe a little closer than what she anticipated. His face was right next to her as he bent down to take a look at the book she was reading. The moment her head snapped to the left she came face to face with her crush.

            “P-Pinocchio t-too close!” her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she tried to put some distance between them, to her disappointment. Pinocchio only stared in confusion.

            “Sorry did I scare you?” he slowly moved to sit next to the shrieking girl on the couch patiently waiting for her response.

            “No of course not” she tried to put her brave face on, but his piercing blue eyes only made her more vulnerable “I was just surprised to see you that close that’s it” folding her arms over her chest and putting the book to the side she tried to focus on P’s face. There was always a look of confusion on it that she found adorable, but she would never say that out loud.

“Can I help you with something P?” her voice was soft once again and brought that warm feeling back into his chest. P examined her face and tilted his head.

“Can I ask you a question?” (y/n) was taken aback for a moment but managed to compose herself quite fast.

            “Yes of course P, what is it” The way his name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly hypnotized Pinocchio. It was like a siren was calling his name.

            “What makes someone a human?” (y/n) certainly did not expect a question like that late at night. He searched his eyes for some sign that maybe he learned how to joke but nothing. They just sone bright with curiosity as he awaited her response.

            “Well, that’s a difficult question P you know that right?” his eyes suddenly turned sad as he turned to look at the fireplace. Her heart broke the moment she saw that, and she was quick to come back.

            “But if you really need to know I will tell you what I think” A small smile took place on his lips as he nodded his head vigorously.

The girl held her chin between her fingers her eyebrows scrunched up as she tried to figure out how to proceed. What made them human? She never really thought about that before.  

            “Well, I don’t know for sure, to be honest. To me, a human is not someone with blood coursing through their body or someone who needs to breathe air. Of course, you may think that’s important but what makes us human is how we act. People whom we learned to call humans many times have done things that only a monster would do. To me, these are not humans. Humans are kind people who help others. People who would care about someone in need. People who will not hesitate to provide help. Their curiosity and their positive active stance in life are what makes them human”.

            P’s eyes were so focused on her, and a look of admiration found its place on his face. Knowing immediately what the next question would be as she saw his mouth open, she responded.

            “And yes Pinocchio, to me you are human. You did everything a human would do. I don’t care whether your heart is metal or soft, whether you breathe or not, you have shown me all kindness and showed many emotions that other humans haven’t.”            The warmth in the puppet’s chest got stronger and stronger. Him? A human? His metal heart was filled with something he could not explain but he loved it. His smile grew wider and before he could control his body his arms were tightly wrapped around her. (Y/n) came out of her trance in mere seconds as she felt his cold body on hers. Her cheeks burned red and her heart beat like crazy. She tried to keep her body under control so that he didn’t notice but to no avail. Pulling away from her hope returned to his eyes.

            “That means that you can answer my other question as well!” before she could get the chance to interfere, he started talking.

            “There is always when I’m around you this warmth in my chest that won't disappear. It’s so strong and I want to be close to you to feel it more and more” (y/n)’s eyes widened in shock as she stared into his cerulean eyes.

            “You mean love?” her heart was beating so loud that it was hurting her ears. Pinocchio had found out about love in all the books that he read but he never thought that he would be able to experience this as a puppet. Maybe he was closer to becoming human after all.

            “I love you?” that came like a question at the beginning “I love you”. P locked eyes with her and waited patiently for her reaction like a lost puppy. The realization hit the girl like a brick and time stopped for a while. A while that made P think that he said something wrong.

            “Did I say something wrong” His metal heart seemed to stop for a minute. For once in his life, he felt lost. The girl suddenly jumped in his arms sending him right down on the couch. Her smile was so wide and small giggles escaped her mouth.

            “I love you too silly.”

For once in his short life Pinocchio could answer how it feels to be human, what makes him human.

The end

Thank you everyone for reading! i haven't written in a while so im a bit rusty but i had to write for P im literally in love with him :')

[athena-the-writer]

It’s Kratos being so soft for Faye that makes me fall even harder for him

[thequietkid-moonie]

Stronge S/O with really bad luck doesn't believe in luck

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Toko, Junko, Nagito, Kokichi ]

[ Trigger Happy Havoc ] [ Goodbye Despair ] [ Killing Harmony ]

× Inspired in Nijisuke (From Kuroha & Nijisuke)

Hehehe I love so much that manga!! Kuroha and Nijisuke are amazing aaaaaaand I been wanting to write this for a loooooong time, maybe I will write inspired on Kuroha at some point too

Toko Fukawa

Getting into a relationship with Toko could be a little difficult because of her low self-esteem and her bad past experiences, however once she trust you with it she will be more than happy to be with you, also she is pretty obvious with her feelings for you and can be pretty clingy (even if is just her following you around)

Toko is really concern about your bad luck, even if at first she didn't wanted to accept it as such neither it doesn't take her long to do it because there is no other way to call it, she even calls you an idiot for always having excuses for all the things that happen to you

Your bad luck always manage surprised her and make her heart almost stop every time, not matter how much time it pass or even if she start to get used to it, that doesn't stop her from getting worried sick anytime something happens to you. If is something small like something falling on you she doesn't worry much and just looks at you, but whenever is something bigger and more dangerous she always ends having a panic attack and almost faint (even when you manage to leave practically unharmed every time), she isn't able to do anything to help you because she is petrified by fear, but if is with Genocide Syo she will either laugh at it or directly help you (sometimes both)

Is probably that she asked you that if you have always been so unlucky, but more like complaining about it and when you actually confirm it, even saying that you were like this since you were born Toko is shocked, she get all worried again (she is between the worry and the pity) but at least you don't take it too bad (something for what she had complain already because she doesn't understand how can you take it so naturaly)

As much as she hates your bad luck, she LOVES your strength, Toko loves how stronge you are and can't help but have a lot of fantasies about it, she gets all flustered every time she gets the opportunity to touch you (even something simple as hugging you make her flustered)

She is inevitably dragged to the caos of your bad luck from time to time and she constantly complains about it (even sometimes talking as if it was your fault), however you are always quick to protect her from everything, shielding her of the danger and making sure she is unharm, and anytime it happens her heart skip a beat, her fear is quickly replaced by the excitement for it and gets all flustered in a second (she love it so much that she will start to put a lot of scenes like that in her books, consciously and unconsciously)

Junko Enoshima

Having a relationship with Junko isn't easy but isn't imposible, once you catch her attention is more likely she will actively be near you and trying to get your attention, and when she get a crush she isn't going to be subtle with it, she is pretty obvious with her feelings even before start dating

Your incredibly bad luck and attraction to chaotic situations is one of the main reasons Junko were interested on you on the first place, she loves having a view in the front row of the destruction and caos you leave behind, even without wanting it

More than once Junko had mentioned your bad luck and no matter how many times she mention it you always are quickly to turn her down saying that it is just accidents and that luck doesn't exist, sometimes it annoys her that you have an excuse for everything that happens to you and others time she just find it funny, in any case she is constantly saying it just to annoy you

Junko loves everything your bad luck causes, she ask you from time to time about the past and for how long you had to face this "accidents", knowing that you had been affected by it since you were born it amuses her, one of her favorites activities is hearing your stories about what happened to you on the past

Junko likes quite a lot your strength, not you only have an increadibly attractive body but your had worked on your strength to face all those despering situations, also, whenever she is more calm or feels more romantic she likes to hug you or being hold/carry by you (she likes to show you off a lot)

Also, Junko likes to trigger your bad luck from time to time (more than she should), whenever she feels like it had been a while without accidents or she feels like it would be funny, somehow she always manage to find a way to provoke it, you are used to it and normally are unconcerned about it (a little disappointing in her eyes) but other people not and she loves seeing the others getting so worried and even horrified by it, even herself sometimes worry for you whenever the scenario is a little too caotic and yet she enjoys that feeling

At some point Junko will start to get more involved when triggering your bad luck, putting herself in danger or in situation that can end bad, is a win win for her, she feels the despair she craves for and can make you actually worry for things getting bad, and, as a bonus, you are always there to protect her and she enjoys that a lot too

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is not subtle nor discreet with his feelings for you, and even when his feelings can be pretty intense getting into a relationship with him it won't be too easy, when it finally happen it will take him a while to fully accept it

Even when you yourself are really unlucky Nagito tend to blame himself for everything that happens to you, he will never dare to say that you have bad luck and instead blame himself and his own bad luck, although you are always quickly shut him up by you saying that the luck doesn't exist and it was just an accident, the first times he tried to tell you that you don't have to try cover up when is obviously his fault but since you are sincere with it he slowly start to get used to it and, after a while Nagito start to stop blaming himself so much

Nagito is already used to happening all kind of things to him for his bad luck and doesn't mind if you end up draging him in your own caos, however he gets incredibly worried everytime something happens to you, no matter how much times you manage to go away practically unharmed he is always worried sick for you, fearing your dead

Nagito admires you a lot for not giving up for all the caos your bad luck causes you and even put himself down, comparing himself to you and calling him pathetic, but you always reasure him, saying that he just shouldn't let himself get carry away by the negative feelings (making him admire you and love you even more for your inmense hope!). Also, contrary to his lucky cycle where Nagito will have a big good luck at some point, you just have disaster after disaster and he tend to feel bad about it, like if it were his fault, and just hope that his good luck will help you too

Just like he admire your spirit he admires your strength a lot! He says that is really hopeful how you worked so much on your strength to face all that happen to you (again, putting himself down by saying how, on the contrary, he had become weaker)

Sometimes thanks to his good luck the caos and disasters you two usually have to face stop for a while, other times the bad luck of both are agreed to create a inmense disaster, and yet not matter how dangerous it is you are always quick to shield Nagito from it (contrary at him who just accept it) not really caring if you get hurt instead and even after the caos ends you always make sure he is alright, Nagito feels unworthy of such kindness and yet he can't stop himself from being happy for it (even on the verge of tears), he feels pretty embarrassed by this but he feel really safe with you, he feels like when he is with you not even his luck can hurt him

Kokichi Ouma

It takes a while for you two to get into a relationship since Kokichi tent to be pretty wary over everyone but it isn't imposible, also Kokichi isn't completely obvious with his feeling for you but is notorious his interest on you

It doesn't take him much time to notice your really bad luck, even if you two doesn't have much time since you met he notice it, along with your firmly believe that luck doesn't exist make him really intriged by it, by all of it. Kokichi pass from just watching you closely to see your bad luck act to directly make you pranks (normally are small silly pranks since your bad luck sometimes intensifies it)

Kokichi finds pretty funny how you always have an excuse of why it happens what happened to you, sometimes he just laughs, other times agree or say something even more irational to explain it and other times insist that is bad luck just to mess with you

As time pass and you two grow closer Kokichi slowly start to feel more and more concern for your bad luck, if something falls onto you is funny but being hit by a truck or being in the middle of an explosion is more serious, Kokichi tries to never shows how worried he is, specially in front of others, but he is, no matter how much times you stand up looking really cool almost unharmed he still worries

Is probably that he gets to know about your past experiences with it while joking or even after a prank, mentioning how you had probably been always like this just to be comfirmed by you, saying that you had always been always like this, even being born has been practically a miracle, Kokichi grows even more concern but try to brush it off jokinly, although he want to know more and will try to ask to heard all the stories of what happened to you for your bad luck

Kokichi plays a lot of pranks on you but most of them are just silly and small because deep down he fears that one of those pranks will seriously hurt you (specially if he had already hurt you by accident with a prank before)

Kokichi LOVES how stronge you are (specially if your body is muscular) because he is constantly taking advantage of you, if you are intimidating he will use that to anyone that want to make him pay for all the cruel pranks and jokes, also, anytime it happens he tent to run to your side and hide behind you (probably with crocodile tears) without shame, as well he loves being carried by you so he is constantly in your shoulders or back (even if he had to climb you, he doesn't mind), and he is too embarrassed to admit this but he feels safe with you

He is inevitably victim of your back luck from time to time and most of the time he make you make it up for him, in one way or another, but when he realice how you are always quick to protect him and how willing you are to shield him from danger he is initialy flustered and flattered, when the initial flustered feeling goes away he will think in how to take advantage of this (but he complety loves how protective you can be)

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.. 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰..) 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!

Has it not been that day..

The day I first met you, will things have change better for me?

Or will I suffer more without you?.

The minds on mine is a puzzle mess.

Trying to find the clue to your heart.

Tell me, why is it that you yearn for someone yet.. I am not that someone for you?

Like this poems, soothing my thoughts.

You read and I am glad you did.

Misguided am I? To be in love with you?

Or.. Am I just a freckle of your imagination that fall for you deeply in your memory?.

I watch you eeverytime.

Everyday you smile at me.. More likely.. To the game.. I guess.

No matter what this wall of glass put us away.

Y/n my dear, I swore to you.

I will find a way to bring you here with me.

A world where you had no worries about your family nor friends.

Only me and you.

I promise you that I will make you smile everyday you did for me..

But for now.. Please bare it.

Just continue on playing the game and smile eveytime you see me on screen.

Even if it hurts me too.

I will surely find a way.

Where we could be together for eternity.

As ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ.

Yᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

Yᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴍᴇssɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

Yᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ..

Wʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.

"I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ.. Fᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ" ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏɢ ᴏғғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

As ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴɪsʜ ᴏғ ғᴜʀɴɪᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ.

Tᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ..

Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.. Sʟᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪssᴇʀɢ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴇʟғ.

Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs.

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ.

Tʜᴀᴛ.. Sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs.

Wɪʟʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Mᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

As ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟɪɴᴋ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ.

Oᴠᴇʀʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.

Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ.

Tᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Oғ sᴏʀᴛ.

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺/𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 ! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘴!

(This tags are some games that I thought of when writing this..)

[nightqueen1221]

Tails x chubby reader, or ADHD reader please and thank you

I did ADHD since I felt there was more to write.

-Trust me, Tails is used to a certain someone not always listening...

-That being said, he definitely has experience with people who don't pay attention all that well.

-He's not all that upset with it. He snaps his fingers or wave in front of your face to get your attention back.

-Somewhat enjoys when you visit because when you look around his lab and see something that interests you, he will no doubt try and explain what it does.

-Something you both struggle with is timing. Tails is used to having to move fast while you are the opposite. Having someone be late does mess with him a bit.

-If you use fidget toys or anything like that, he'll volunteer to make a few for you.

-He enjoys you doing a hobby since your actually focusing on something. It's even better if you and him have similar hobbies. You two would than be an unstoppable duo.

[sani-chan]

Omori

[animekpopsimp]

Confession (Joker x reader)

The world shifted as a group of students reappeared in a nearby alley way. One of them, a (H/C) haired girl, placed her hand on her knees as she caught her breath.

"That was awesome! We totally kicked that guy's ass!" A blond boy shouted with a proud look on his face.

"I'm glad it's finally over, I'm exhausted" the girl spoke. The group began to split up, making their way home. And eventually, only (Y/N) and Akira were left.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" The boy offered, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you" the girl replied, a nervous smile forming on her face.

"I don't mind" the black-haired boy insisted, the girl blushed as she looked at him, feeling her heart start to race.

"Alright, thank you so much" she bowed and the two of them began to make their way to the girl's home. It didn't take long for the pair to reach their destination and as they both stood in front of the home, (Y/N) stepped forward.

"Hey Akira?" She said, blushing as she looked away for a moment.

"I wanted to tell you something" she finally continued, becoming more nervous as every moment passed. She could barely make eye contact with the boy in front of her. Akira didn't say anything, but gave her an encouraging smile, waiting for her to feel comfortable. (Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to build up the nerve to tell him how she really felt.

"I-" she stopped mid-scenence, feeling as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She closed her eyes, doing her best to calm her nerves.

"I really like you!" She finally admitted, not looking Akira in the eye. A silence fell over the two as the black-haired boy stared at her surprised. He then took a step forward, (Y/N) face turned completely red when she felt Akira place a kiss on her cheek. She finally looked up at him, sputtering as she tried to say something.

"I like you to" Akira finally responded, a small smile appeared on (Y/N)'s face, relieved that the boy felt the same.

"I should probably head inside, my dad might start worrying" the girl spoke.

"I'll see you tomorrow" the boy said, watching as (Y/N) headed inside. When she was inside the house her father called out to her.

"How was your day sweetheart?" He asked, peaking his head out from the kitchen.

"It was fine!" (Y/N) called out as she ran up to her room.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

a short little ghostwire request involving a kiss under some fireworks please! either kk or akito is fine!

A/n: YES, I went for KK since the last one was for Akito! I lied… I’m writing one with Akito too.

“I can’t believe it’s almost the new year!” You practically squealed leaning against the balcony of the hotel you were staying in, your eyes glided to the sky.

“Yippie, nothing but a repeat of the same old bullshit KK muttered as he slipped behind you, his hand on your hip. “Now how about we skip this bullshit and do some actual celebration.”

Ignoring the slight shiver that ran up your spine, you lent back into your husbands embrace as the man placed a small kiss to your neck. “Must you always be thinking about sex.”

Scoffing, Kk let his chin rest on your shoulder as his breath ticked your skin. “Hey! I died and came back….I think I’m allowed a little freedom of wanting to fuck my wire.”

“Ugh I don’t even want to think about all that happened, it still confuses me…which reminds me…did you send Akito a thank you basket? I mean from what Rinko told me-.”

“Rinko needs to mind her own damn business.” Kk huffed turning his head away as a laugh escaped your lips.

Turning to face the man you cupped his cheeks smiling. “If it wasn’t for Rinko then we wouldn’t be here now would we?”

“I’ll send her a thank you card.” KK muttered rolling his eyes as another laugh escaped your lips.

Standing on your toes you then locked your arms around his neck. “Good boy.”

Pressing your lips against his you felt the man tighten his hold just as the fire works shot off. Bright colors illuminating the sky but none of that mattered right now because underneath the popping colors you had the man you loved in your arms and you weren’t planing on letting him go again.

[periprose]

okay weird as FUCK question but... would u ever write for video game characters?

ANON THIS ISN'T WEIRD!!!

Why do you think people liked Joel from TLOU way before the show came out?

I personally love Link from TLOZ and... when I was a small kid... I had a crush on sonic the hedgehog lol. I'm not a furry I just liked how confident he was.

There are many many video game characters I can't even remember that I definitely have a crush on lol.

So yes even if other people think it's weird, I would write for video game characters :)

[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism,

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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[dejwrites]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ faking it⠀ 〳 ⠀ s.riley ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you beg your best friend to be your fake boyfriend for the night and he plays the role a little too well

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, fake dating trope, best friends to lovers, ghost being best fake boyfriend ever, dinner scene included, sunshine!reader, slight soft!ghost, handsy ghost, reader and ghost like each other..they just too chicken to admit it, spit kink (ghost spits in reader's mouth), power kink kinda, missionary, slight choking kink, praise kink, he calls reader love while he in it yay, reader's parents highkey reader/ghost shippers, the leg and thigh caressing ghost does is highkey inspired by this tik tok, word count: 3.9k

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — also thank you @touyyes for beta reading for me. i really appreciate the feedback you gave me.♡

YOU STOOD OUTSIDE THE FIVE STAR RESTAURANT PACING BACK AND FORTH. You didn't expect him to agree with the idea. Okay, maybe you did beg him nonstop and even made him dinner last Friday. However, it still shocked you when he agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the evening. With your parents urging you to settle down now that your only other sibling is on the brink of tying the knot in two months—you wanted to avoid every blind date your parents poorly attempted to set you up on as possible. If you had to sit through one more dinner with a guy obsessed with Bitcoin or mansplaining the stock market to you, you would gauge your eyes out.

This led to your brilliant plan to ask your best friend, Simon 'Ghost' Riley. You knew practically everything about him, and he knew everything about you. Maybe it would take your parents by shock when you walk into the restaurant with the gentleman because you always denied any romantic relations with him. However, at least the dinner wouldn't be so awkward. It'll be like your sibling's engagement dinner that Simon tagged along to a year ago.

"You're doing that thing again," Ghost's voice interrupts your overthinking as you stop in front of him. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

You swapped your weight from one heel to another, "No, I'm not." You huff before you're back pacing.

The thing in question is when you mumble your thoughts under your breath in one of the languages you know. A nervous tick you did in certain situations like presenting for work or, in this case —pretending you're dating your best friend.

"Maybe this is a bad idea. You know my dad can tell when I'm lying." Your eyes glance up at the larger man in front of you. "You know what, let's just go back to my place. I can just say you got sick—"

Your words were interrupted abruptly by the feeling of Ghost's hand collecting yours and dragging you into the restaurant. He's ignoring your multiple curse words in different languages while maneuvering through the circular tables filled with other people. He could clearly see your parents sitting at a table, waiting for the two of you. Most likely gushing over the fact that their flawless daughter has finally settled down. Just as you two were becoming in the eye view of the older married couple—a gasp escaped from your lipstick-colored lips when you felt Ghost's callous hand linger on your lower back.

You forgot that this was all pretend. That when the dinner bill was paid, and your parents left the restaurant, the facade of him pretending to be your boyfriend was over with. His hand's warmth on your back felt soothing now that you think about it. It calmed the loud, nervous thoughts that were going around in your mind. As you approach the table, your parents stand excitedly to greet the two of you. Just as your mom walked towards you to embrace you, you could feel Ghost's lips brush against the brim of your heated ear.

"Just follow my lead," He then pecks the side of your temple before finally letting you go so you can be the perfect daughter and embrace your mom.

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Despite your dress showing much of your brown skin, you still felt like you were wearing too much. Insane to say a simple peck on the temple and a hand on your lower back had you feeling this way. You two never crossed that line before. Never.

But here you were, faking it.

The dinner started smoothly, the usual fake story about falling in love with Ghost as you two sat at the table together. At least your parents were buying it. But your awkward pauses to answer basic couple questions weren't the reason. Simon was surely stealing the show.

Now that you sat at the table and observed him, you didn't even notice how good he looked tonight. His hair was combed perfectly compared to the other times when it'll occasionally look like he just rolled out of bed. On some days, you're urging him to kneel to your height so you can fix his hair. The white button-down shirt he wore was neatly ironed and fit nicely on him. Each time he moved, his biceps seemed to flex through the shirt. Gosh, you couldn't get off the way a couple of buttons on his button-down shirt were undone to expose part of his tone chest. Has he always looked like this, or have you been blinded by your growing friendship with him, sometimes staying at your place and using your fruity shampoo?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you could feel him place his hand in your lap, laughing loudly at a corny joke your father told. Once again, your skin heated up at the feeling of his hand dancing upon your bare thigh and legs. You would have thought that he was Leonardo DiCaprio himself with the stellar acting he was doing. He was playing the fake boyfriend role so perfectly that you yourself felt like you were falling for it.

"I expect you to attend her sibling's wedding in two months, right?" Your mother sips from her wine glass as her eyes look in Ghost's direction.

You weren't sure about that yourself. Ghost's job could tug him away any moment—hell, possibly in the middle of this dinner right now. You leaned forward to answer the question, scooting your chair closer to Ghost's. Your movement caused him to remove his large hand from caressing your thigh and leg.

"You know he gets busy with work," You answered truthfully as you could hear the waiter finally arrive at the table with everyone's dinner. "So, don't expect him to come or tell the whole family he'll be there." Your eyes darted to your mother.

The one woman who could tell your business before the afternoon tv dramas came on. You didn't even notice that Ghost had dropped his tattooed arm behind your chair until you sat back.

"I know, I know. You never shut up about him," Your mother says out loud.

"Oh really?" Ghost's voice rings in your ear as he glances at you, as all the blood rushes to your cheeks, causing them to feel like they are burning.

"She's exaggerating. When she puts it that way, it seems like I'm your delusional obsessed lover." You forced a smile at him as your eyes met his bright ones.

You couldn't quite read Ghost at the moment. He said to follow his lead, but at the moment, you were the one now answering the questions that had you so hot. You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You pushed yourself from the table, quietly excusing yourself to go use the bathroom. You just needed to recollect your thoughts, actions, and feelings. You finally made your way to the bathroom; you let the cool water run over your hands, attempting to mask out the erupting butterflies growing in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't believe that a simple fake date made your knees feel weak and your skin feel like you were running a horrible fever.

"He's faking it," You say to yourself. "After this, we'll go back to being just friends." You add while drying your hands.

You did one glance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. As you walked towards the table, you bumped into Ghost's tall stature.

"You okay? I thought we were doing okay over there," His head motions towards the table your parents sat at as they were currently devouring dinner. "Boyfriends check on their girlfriends when they leave the table."

"I just was feeling a little overwhelmed, that's all. They think we're such a serious couple." You answered. You noticed he had stepped closer towards you, and you had stepped back to be met with the wall.

"We can leave if you want; pretty sure they're as convinced that we are dating to ditch them now." His broad shoulders shrug as his eyes look at you with so much concern.

"I'll be okay," You answered as you gave him a reassuring smile. "We might as well eat our fancy dinners that my dad offered to pay for it." You chuckle.

Before glancing down, you noticed your parents eyeing the two of you from across the restaurant. Most likely talking about you like always. Ever since your sibling became engaged, the growing topic of when it'll be your time always was the talk of every family dinner. You didn't understand why you were doing all of this to appease your parents, but you were grateful to have Ghost go with your insane shenanigans.

You glanced down for a split second admiring how close the two of you were. Before you can joke about it, you glance up to be met with Ghost's lips on yours. It took you by shock. You two never actually kissed before. The closest you two ever had of a kiss was you asking him to try a margarita you ordered at a bar you always go to. It just felt different, definitely not fake. You could taste the alcohol he was sipping on within the night. You even could get a whiff of Marc Jacobs cologne. A familiar scent because you gifted it to him for the holidays. The kiss deepened as soon as you stepped closer to grasp the white collared shirt. It felt like you were only two in the restaurant as your lips moved in sync. But it was Ghost who broke the kiss leaving you flustered. In complete awe, he leans down and lets his hush whisper send a chill down your spine.

"It's good to know you're still following my lead." His words swirled around your mind as he collected your hand to lead you back to the table.

"You can't just do that without some warning," You snarled at him.

"It wouldn't be as believable if I gave you a heads up," Ghost says as he walks. "We're leaving."

"But we haven't even eaten yet?"

He stops in the middle of the restaurant to glance at you. "You're clearly uncomfortable with pretending to appease them. The kiss undoubtedly reveals that you're well taken care of, so I'm taking you home now." His jaw clenches, waiting for you to protest stubbornly.

"Fine. These heels are killing my feet, anyway." You answered as you looked at him.

"I figured, just go, and I'll meet you outside."

"Don't say something insane to my parents about why we're leaving," You warned before leaving him to deal with your parents.

The thing is, you didn't mind continuing the fake date after that kiss. You didn't want it to end, actually. However, you hated how well he knew you. He knew when something frustrated you. He noticed when you were overthinking. He knew that this situation would eventually blow up in your face, so it was best to get out of it now rather than later. When the month was to come for your sibling's wedding, it wouldn't be so hard to slide in—' Oh, you know, Simon and I didn't work out. Thought we were better off as friends. Your parents wouldn't let your lousy breakup overshine your sibling's wedding day, so this was perfect.

Better off as friends. Yes, you were better off as friends. Anything past that would complicate everything.

You felt his presence next to you, and your eyes looked over at him while the two of you waited for the valet person to bring his car around. "What did you say to them?" You asked, your eyebrows raising in curiosity.

"We were on a rigorous babymaking schedule." He admits and gains a shove from you.

"Why would you say that?" You asked before hearing his deep groggy laugh.

"I just said you weren't feeling too well. It was your mother to allude to the kid talk," Ghost says as he looks over at you. "Her fuckin' face lit up hearing me tell her you weren't feeling too well."

You let out a long dramatic sigh before watching the valet pull up Ghost's car. "That's not going to matter when I tell her we broke up at this wedding in two months."

Before reaching the car's passenger side, Ghost immediately opens the door for you. As you climbed into the car, you would say, "No need to do this. We're not dating." You joke.

You were expecting him to jokingly agree, for him to remind you that you did wonderful with pretending to like him when you two had only cared for each other platonically for years. The door was closed, and you sat back in your seat after buckling up. As soon as Ghost starts driving, you send apology texts to your parents about ditching. Like always, they showed compassion and excitement about finally meeting the man who was making you happy.

"They said it was nice meeting you and P.S. what's Simon's workout plan? He has nice biceps." You read the text message from your mother out loud.

Silence overcame the two of you as Ghost was driving you home. You hummed alongside lowly at Shirt by SZA playing lowly on the radio. As you made the journey towards your house, you kept glancing at your quiet best friend. His light-colored eyes never left the road ahead of him. He always drove with one hand because you constantly changed the radio stations. But tonight, he didn't protest your music choice; instead, his hand took comfort on your bare thigh.

He stopped at the last red light before you approached your neighborhood. You could feel the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your thighs, mimicking the song's beat. Your heart was pouncing around your chest quickly at the actions unfolding before you. You were currently telling yourself that you should remove his hand. This wasn't right. This wasn't you guys. Or maybe it was? Maybe, you two actually did have feelings for each other.

"Thanks for helping me out tonight." You broke the silence to gain Ghost's attention.

You watched as his head fell back to meet with the headrest, and he matched your intense glare. If you concentrated hard enough, you could tell the two of you were inching closer to lean in to kiss each other. As the red traffic light twinkled through the windshield under the bright moonlight—Ghost inching closer as your lips barely touched.

"We don't have to do this. We're not faking for my parents anymore." Your words came out like a timid whisper.

It was hypocritical of you to say that, considering you wanted this too. You ached to break the line that could..actually; it would—complicate your friendship with him. You just hope the same thoughts running around your head were going through his head.

"Fuck it." Ghost huffed before he went all in.

Your lips collided with each other like a reckless car accident. You were sure that if the two of you weren't in the middle of the street, he would have dragged you over to the driver's side on his lap. He wanted this just as much as you did. His teeth nibbled at your lower lip, causing you to gasp. His tongue slid into your mouth so smoothly that you couldn't help but moan. The hand that was gripping the steering wheel was now on the back of your neck, entrapping you in the heated make-out session. You could feel his fingers on the back of your neck as if they could bring you closer than ever.

A car horn honking behind you caused the heated kiss to break apart. Your cheeks burnt from embarrassment as you pulled back innocently. Your body feels like it is going through a fever dream, and you feel so small in the passenger seat as the continued drive toward your place is silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the radio and the surrounding sound of cars. You were counting down the seconds of when you had to exit his car because you knew you would invite him in to continue the actions you two committed that would instantly alter your friendship. When the time came to invite him in, you didn't have to say much. A few steps towards your door were brief, and you could feel your heart pouncing around your chest as you unlock your front door.

You never felt nervous about inviting a guy into your place, but you were very particular about who you invited over. Ghost has been in your home countless times—he has never been in your house in a predicament like this. The two of you tripped on each other's feet as you kissed each other harshly. Your fingers combed through his hair, bringing him closer as you could feel him tapping your thighs. When you jumped up, he instantly caught you with ease, carrying you further inside your house—the kiss you two shared only grew hotter with each step that Ghost climbed up the stairs.

When you finally reach your room, he gently places you on the bed like a doll. The kiss finally broke as you glanced up at Ghost. No words were exchanged, but you could tell by the twinkle in his light eyes that he wanted this. Your teeth nibbled at your plump lower lip, watching as he's unbuttoning each button of the shirt he had on. It didn't take long for different pieces of clothing to be removed and piled on your wooden floors, leaving you sprawled out on your bed in just the seamless thong you wore tonight.

Ghost took up the space between your thighs as he was on top of you, not leaving one body part of yours unkissed. His lips dragged across your jawline as he used his thigh to push your thighs apart. His fingertips traced down your body to palm at your clothed pussy that, through the countless lip locking, had grown wet. His fingers pushed your panties to the side to indulge in the wetness between your thighs. His fingers rub at your clit slowly before you breathe out the words Ghost wanted to hear.

"I want you, Simon."

Hearing you say that was like a switch went off in Ghost's head. He slowly dragged your panties down your thighs, taking his time and basking at the moment. You could feel his cock brushing against the inside of your thighs. The weight of it was heavy, and you couldn't help but swallow the lump that formed in the back of your throat. Your hand tiptoed between your naked bodies to teasingly let your fingers brush against Ghost's swollen tip. The groan he let out caused you to smile cheekily, your teeth biting down on your lower lip; eventually, Ghost pinned your hands above your head. Your lips form a pout before you lean up to place a kiss on Ghost's lip. "Aw, come on. That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, love." Ghost grumbles as he grabs ahold of his cock to line himself up.

Your thighs tremble at the teasing touch of his tip, tapping at your clit. "I like it when you call me that, you know?" You joked.

You knew that joking like this was a poor attempt at 1.) bracing yourself for Ghost's cock to stretch you out and 2.) the fact that you two, as best friends, were about to sleep together.

Ghost didn't say much; he hummed at your humorous words before he shoved himself further inside your cunt. His fingers rubbed comforting circles on your heated, plush thighs to soothe you. After all, he was quite a big man. Your eyes traveled between your body, and noticed that he hadn't even fully inserted you. His chuckle causes you to bury your head further into the pillow below it. He leaned down to capture your lips and your moans due to his harsh thrust forward, fully bullying his cock into your drooling cunt. Your fingers grasped at his body as you broke the intense kiss to let out a broken moan.

You weren't sure what was louder, your moans, the sound of your headboard banging against the wall, or skin slapping against each other. Each time when you thought you were used to the pleasurable feeling of being filled up with Ghost's cock—he's teasingly pulling himself out thoroughly before pushing himself back and repeating the rhythmic pace you were trying to keep up with. He lifts himself from the place he took on top of you, his hand caressing your body as if you were leaving him. It shocked you when you felt his hand snake around your neck. You could get used to the eye contact you made with Ghost. The unique combo of your neck getting squeezed just a bit plus Ghost's hard thrusts—you felt like you saw stars.

"Fuck love, you look so good right now." Ghost utters.

You never thought you would be scribbling off letting your guy best friend spit in your mouth off your bucket list. It just happened in the heat of the moment. He just did it with your mouth gasping open, hiccuping, and uttering his name. You hated to admit that you felt your cunt pulse around his cock due to the action.

Your hand grasped his wrist while his hand wrapped around your throat like a designer choker. Ghost didn't put too much pressure around your neck, but it was enough for you to grow wetter for his cock to tap at that one spot that had your toes curling. Your eyes shifted close in ecstasy as you indulged in the feeling of Ghost's cock.

"Come on, love, keep them eyes on me. You're doin' such a good job taking me." Ghost said through groans of being pussy drunk.

Your eyes open to stare at Ghost with tears decorating your lash line. Your eyes weren't watering because you were in pain, but it was tears of pleasure. You stared up at Ghost as if you were in love. As if he was the one that placed the stars in the sky that you adored stargazing up on some late nights. Could this have been love? Could this have just been the moment you expressed your feelings for each other?

Ghost released the grip on your neck as he came closer to you. The rhythm of your body builds, moving in complete sync despite being completely trapped by all of Ghost's weight. His brash groans in your ear were like a sweet melody playing on a bright Sunday morning. Your manicured fingers dragged across his back, decorating it with marks similar to the scars he received during his job. The only that slurred out of your mouth were coos of his name—as if that was the only word you knew.

Your mind couldn't comprehend the way your body felt at the moment. Your mind felt fuzzy as you were coming off the highest cloud in the sky. Your thighs quivered with each sloppy thrust Ghost pushed forward into the cushion of your limbs. It was an explosive feeling of your orgasm finally coming to you. Granted, within the moment of you and Ghost having sex, your mind has lost count of your cunt fluttering around his cock. This moment just felt so intense that the only you could do was grasp upon Ghost and hold on for life just in time for him to cum also.

With your bodies intertwined, as you could feel Ghost layering your neck with subtle kisses, you let out a tired sigh before speaking.

"So much for faking it, huh?" 

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[athena-the-writer]

Slight smut in a way where Kratos finds a Female reader in the woods while traveling in a pond or hot spring and he kind of lingers for just a bit and the reader 'senses him' and invites him in. He asks her about her powers or how she was able to tell and the reader confesses to having abilities to sense not only people but their powers and emotions on well. You can decide where this leads

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Warnings: sex, outdoor/public sex, casual sex (?), strangers to lovers kind of like a one night stand (OR IS IT????), some kind of dirty talk (??), language, sexual sarcasm….I made that up thats not a word

Note: I tried to look for any accurate Norse mythical creatures (I.e fairies, river nymphs) but I didn’t find any that were accurate to their history or culture so I just kinda made one up. Also, I make a lot of these fics without Atreus just with respect to the original plot and their story. However future works will include them.

Genre: smut, female reader

It was an autumn afternoon, and the forest was full of orange, red, and yellow leaves. They painted the skies and the ground with the change in seasons. Kratos was out for a hunt while and some firewood with his hunt of 2 deer. This hunt would provide him food for about a months worth if he rations them out correctly. No matter how much of a warrior he was, he still needed food and water, and at the moment he needed a drink quickly.

He found a small pond, it was small enough to not have any dangers but big enough to have fresh water, it even had a small waterfall on one side. As he took a drink he made sure to stay aware of his surroundings, as he filled a vase of water to take back with him he had noticed something- someone….

He carefully and quietly stood up to have a better look. The figure was underneath the waterfall, letting the water run over their head. As the figure turns the silhouette of breasts, a feminine figure comes into view. He lowers his guard just a bit but continues to watch and walk away if they had any other plans. Your hands trail from the threads of your hair down your body, cupping your breasts, down your sides, almost seductively.. almost as if you knew he was watching.

"if you're going to watch me, you should at least come and join me," you say over your shoulder. He said nothing and still stood his ground. You sink back into the water of the pond and swim over in his direction. Your shoulders and just the top of your breasts are above the water as you look up at him from the water. You gave a sweet and innocent yet scandalous smile

“And just what or who are you?” He asks

“That’s a good question…I am Y/N and I don’t know exactly myself” you chuckle “ever since I was young I was able to sense the power and emotions of others. Particularly those who hold tremendous power. And you are not short of powerful.” You smirk at him “now come and join me because I can also sense emotions such as sadness, anger, happiness….arousal…” it was true.

You were never explained the nature of your powers or where they come from. You don’t even know if you were some mystical creature or a god or a witch. However, your powers came in handy and you never complained of the and used them to your advantage. In both survival and everyday living and travel. You turn and head back into the waterfall where you let the water cascade over your body again. If he wanted to join you he could if not then do long to him.

Kratos was about to leave but after a long journey, he said to Hell with it and stripped himself of his clothes, and stepped into the pond. The water was refreshing but not too cold and very relaxing after a long he’d journey on foot. You smirk to yourself and turn to face him but stay in your spot

“So stranger tell me about yourself?” You tilt your head wanting to know more about the man with the strange tattoo.

“I simply travel for my survival. Gather food and resources.” He said simply

“Oh come on, there should be more to a god such as yourself.” You were that good huh, you already knew he was a god. “A god from another land for that matter as well. I’ve run into many from other lands but there is something different about you. What’s your name?”

“Kratos…I come from a land far from here and I have left my past behind me.”

“Hm, well I’m sure you had good reason to leave just be careful with the other gods and beasts you may run into here”

“Other than yourself?” He remarks

“He has a sense of humor does he?” You chuckle coming closer to him “you are a strange one I must say. You’re very calm yet tense but also something else… something passionate, lustful yet, deprived.”

You approach him slowly and settle in front of him “tell me are there any limits? Boundaries or desires…Kratos?” You ask

“may I touch you?” You ask as your hand haves closer to his shoulder

“Mmm” he hums and you take it as a good sign to touch him. You lay your hand against his skin. His skin was rough possibly from the years of travel and training..possibly war. His form was also hard and well sculpted, it was difficult not to stare or to keep touching him. Your hand caresses his shoulder to try and sense a deeper feeling of any kind of emotion from him. Even in the slightest, you had felt a sliver of grief even sadness in the stoic man. You wondered just what he had been through, where he came from who he was before this moment….

“Look you can probably tell what I’m going for here but I don’t know if you’re going for the same thing. I could make this a night for you to forget your anger, and regret any negative thoughts you have, even for a moment.”

“….” He says nothing as he pulls you into his side causing you to quietly yelp “I will entertain this for the night but know this may be the first and last time you see me.” He said in a serious tone

"There's first and last for everything...isn't there?" you ask coming as close as possible to straddle his lap. You guide his hands to run from your thighs, up to your hips, your waist and to come and cup your breasts. His hands instinctively give them a squeeze. One of his hands wraps around your waist to come flush against his body.

"Have you-"

"Had sex? Yes. You don't have to treat me like a delicate flower." you smirk at him. Turning around your straddle him backward lifting your ass slightly out of the water. Slowly you lower yourself onto his large cock.

Gods it felt amazing. The slight sting of being stretched, being filled up... you had never met before, and yet, he fit nearly perfectly.

"Ah, Kratos! Damn ...you feel so good" After sitting down until you were full to the brim. His low grunts of pleasure sent a shiver up your spine. His hands crawl their way up your body to squeeze your breasts. He brings your back flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you. Your wet skin is exposed to the cold night air but in contrast to his body heat against your back, it was just a whole new sensation.

(smash the O button)

"Mmm, so...so big" you moan into his ear seductively. The man of very few words flips you over to have you lean over the edge of the pond. He finds a steady pace, rough yet not enough to break you. Not much was said by the stoic god, but his breathing and grunts were enough to know what he was feeling

"Oh, Kratos! Right there!" you moan as you ride him back. His rough hands grip your hands keeping you in rhythm with his strokes. As for Kratos, it had been a while since he had been intimate with someone. This felt familiar but also totally unique. You tighten around him perfectly and take him with ease. This only made him much more aroused and nearly ready to finish.

"You know...I can tell you're strong. What if you could-ah!" you were suddenly lifted into the air and held up with ease by the god.

His cock was still buried deep inside. This new angle made you meet your end within 2 strokes. “Mmm, oh gods…that was…” Kratos was not done. Not yet

He kept pumping you up and down his shafts you felt yourself become overstimulated but you just felt too good to even consider wanting to stop. He filled you just so perfectly

“Ah! R-right there Kratos! Ah!” You whimper out as your head falls back. His lips come and meet your hard buds. His tongue working magic on the sensitive buds. His beard slightly scratching your skip as he sucked your nipples. You begin to feel him pulse inside of you

“I won’t-“

“No.” You interrupt him “Do it inside please”you felt your second wave coming on and it was just as strong as the last one

“Oh Kratos! Please cum! Cum inside me!” You cry out feeling the knot in your stomach tightening “oh! yes! AH right there!” You cry out as you both finally reach your highs together. He sits down in the pond once again with you still on him. He slips out almost agonizingly slowly. You guess the rumors were true about gods really having it all.

“Wow…that was…amazing…” you pant “what about you? Did you like it?”

“..it was…enjoyable” he says letting his head rest back just bit but staying guarded as usual

“Will I ever see you again?” You ask as you try to meet his eyes however he kept them in the water. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in talking. However he was on a long journey.

“Perhaps you will. The chances are still low.” He answered gruffly

“That’s good enough me” you smirk as you finally climb off his lap. You could already tell you’d be sore by the next day. “We’ll being the god you are based on your demeanor you’re probably gonna leave huh? Not even wait until morning” you chuckle already reading him well enough.

“Yes” he said not even trying to hide his answer “the longer I stay, the further behind j will be” he said starting the stand to get out of the pond. He gets dressed and you couldn’t help but stare and admire him for all he is

“We’ll this sexual experience has left a mark on this pond kratos.”

“Hm” he grunts as belts and ropes are heard.

“…you know maybe I could-“ you turn to tell him something and the man was gone. How could someone of his size be so quiet and fast??? However he did leave behind a cloak of fur for you to wear when you came out.

You were fully aware this was a sexual encounter and most likely would never meet against. Yet this was such a nice touch you couldn’t help but hope to see him again ones day.

[thequietkid-moonie]

This is a strange request, but can I have shuichi, kokichi, rantaro, and kiibo (all separate) with a reader who carries around a music box loclet 24/7 only to get upset when they lose it one day?

The locket idea is inspired by the Star Locket from Sailor Moon, thank you for taking the time to read my request and I hope you have a wonderful day / night!

S/O always carries a music box locket

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Shuichi, Kokichi, Rantaro ]

[ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

Dear you are the best person in the world!!! My entire life i have always wanted an music box and I love pocket watches so this is perfect!!

I was a little anxious while writing this so i reaaaaally hope I didn't mess it up 😢 and I wasn't able to write for Kiibo, so sorry 😣

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi is pretty insecure and shy so it would take him a while to get used to be in a relasionship, althought he can be determinanted too, so for knowing that you correspond his feelings he won't doubt on taking the oportunity to be in a relasionship and try his best

Even before start dating Shuichi always makes clear that you can count on him, he cares for you so if you ever need help he is willing to do it, however he doesn't like to pry much in your personal life, and even in a relasionship he doesn't fully understand how much he is allowed to ask

Even if you normally keep your music box on your pocket or even hiden it won't take him much time before notice it, but, then again, he doesn't want to pry or exceed your limits if you don't want to talk about it. Although, it is something that would stay in his mind for a while, wondering if it would be alright for him to ask, giving little glances at your pocket music box from time to time but don't really ask

It has to be you who decides to tell him about it or that he finally gives up and manage to ask you about it, he is intriged of why you carry it around and want to know as much as you are willing to tell him, and no matter your reasoning (either for be a comfort item or just because you like having it with you) he won't judge you and will just accept it, it isn't something that it wouldn't bother him at all

Depending on why you carry it it would be Shuichi's next course of action, if it is because is because of an special meaning for you he will want to know more (if you allow him to know more, of course) and probably will give it the same importante you give to it, the same as is if is a comfort item, in this case he will try to be carefuly with it if you ever let him hold it or if you leave it somewhere around (like if he sees it in your dorm or your ultimate lab). If you just carry it because you like it then he will be more calm about it but still sees it as something important for you, but will hesitant less in asking you if he can hold it

The first time you let it hold it he probably will pay attention to the details, like the form, the music it plays, the tiny decorations, is just like a second nature for him to be so observant and curious, once he snaps out of his trance he will apologize with an embarrased blush and say how beautiful the pocket music box is

Since is important to you Shuichi takes care of it, making sure it never hits the ground or not letting in Kokochi's hands of someone that can break it, unless you are completely sure to trust them with it. As well he always knows where it is, somehow, he know that you have it but whenever he notice you aren't carrying it with you he can make himself an idea of where it could be or if he notice it is somewhere he will either keep in mind where it is or directly take it and give it to you (if it is somewhere you wouldn't put it intentionally)

If you ever lose it and he doesn't know where it is he offer you to search it with you without hesitantion, even if you aren't upset or desperate he is already thinking where it could be, althought if you are upset for losing it he will be more rushed to help you, depending in how upset you are is how much he will be stressing himself out to help you find it. Despite his stress is probably that it won't take much time for him to find it, still if is definetly lost Shuichi will still think about it for days, until he finally run out of ideas and will deeply apologize to you, almost as if it was him who lost it

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi can be really reserved despite always acting so wild, so giving himself a chance to be in a relationship is going to be until he know that he can trust you that you two can start a relasionship, and even so it would be a slow process for Kokichi to be able to open up with you

Although, unlike him, Kokichi does expect for you to open up to him and, wanting or not, Kokichi will know a lot about you just by watching you, he is incredibly observant and perseptive so is just like a second nature for him

Even if you don't tell him he will find out about your pocket music box, depending in how much you hide it and how playful he feels in that moment it would determinate if he ask you about it right away and if he tries to borrow it to look at it better. Kokichi is really curious about it and won't even try to hide it, he will ask you a lot of things about the pocket music box, most of his questions sound silly but he is trying to pry as much information as he can

Kokichi knows how important this is for you so this is important for him too, however he doesn't show it, he acts as if it was a simple souvenir without value but he actually makes sure no one else take even a glance at it (unless you are fine with showing it to others too, in that case he will still do it but only in a playful manner)

Kokichi will know the story behing your music box soon or later, if is just something simple like you bought it because you find it cute it would take him a while to grap his head around to why it is so important to you, but if it has a special meaning like being a comfort iteam or a gift from someone important he will be more respectful of it in less time (but may be jealous if someone outside of your family was the one who gave it to you and will try to kinda fight against it and give you something way better, according to him)

His curiousity not only goes for the story behind it, he wants to have the opportunity to hold it close and see all the little details of the little pocket music box, but he is kinda embarrassed by it so he acts like he doesn't care and try to borrow it for a moment to appreciate without you noticing

Unless Kokichi sees it somewhere he always asumes that you have the pocket music box with you, if some day you lose it he tries to remember if he had saw it before or if he has it in his possession, depending in how upset you are by losing it will be his reaction, going from teasing you and messing with you or immediatly getting serious (and a little worried)

If he had borrow it without telling you and that is why you don't find it he will feel a little ashame and embarrassed but won't admit it and will try to leave it somewhere you usually you put it (even if it is in your pocket, he'll try), even call you silly for not looking for it well

He tries his best to help you find it and since he is really smart and sneaky it won't be much troubles for him, but if at the end he has to ask for someone's help he will ask to Kirumi (and probably with little cocodrile tears in his eyes)

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro can be pretty calm while being in a relasionship but that doesn't make him any less affectionate, he has not shame to show how much he loves you and does it in direct and indirect ways

Even if Rantaro isn't too obvious with it he is really interested on you as a person, he wants to know what you like and dislike, what you are interested on and so on, also he is really observant and perceptive so he will get to know a lot about you by just paying attention

At some point he will find out about the pocket music box you always carry around, even if you don't tell him directly he will know at some point and he is really curious about it, Rantaro will probably ask you about it right away but it would depend in your reactiom to what he does next, if you are startled he may apologize (specially if you haven't say anything about it before), but if you don't have troubles with showing him the pocket music box he will want to be able to hold it (if you prefer to not he will be disapointed but will respect your wishes)

If you allow him he will like to take a moment to appreciate it, it doesn't take him long to noticed the details of the design and actually give it back to you while complimenting it

Rantaro is pretty curious about why you always carry it but only ask depending your reaction, if it seems like is too especial or something you prefer to keep to yourself he won't ask, but if doesn't seems to be something too private then he will ask about it. Rantaro asumes that it has a special meaning for you since you always carry it, but if is because more simple reason (like you just like carrying it around because you find it cute) he will just find it amusing, but at the end, regardless of your reason to carry it around he respect it and treats the pocket music box like something really special

Somehow Rantaro always know if you have it with you or not, he is just really observant and since is something important for you is something important for him, he also has an idea where you leave it whenever you don't have it with you (he probably already had saw you leaving it in your dorm or in your ulrimate lab)

If you ever lose it Rantaro will be there to help you search for it almost immediatly, first of all he wants for you to calm down (in case you are getting anxious or estress for it) and try to remeber when was the last time you saw it, Rantaro tries to think where it could be, it would be strange to just lose it for how much you care for it, however he never says anything that could sound as blaming you

He has no problem with asking the others if they had saw it and even ask Kirumi's help (is almost imposible for her to don't find it), Rantaro seems calm while searching but a lot of thoughts and posibilities are crossing his mind, and in the rare case you don't manage to find it he will feel truly sorry, as if it was him who lose something important (but will focus on comforting you)