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Thinking about a Kiri desperate for answers who begs Ewya to see her, to talk to her, to just give her a chance. About her slipping into the water and connecting to the tree of souls when she knows she can’t. About her crying into warm sand as she racks her brain for memories she can’t quite reach and not knowing if they’re even hers.

About a Kiri meeting an aunt she never met, who brushes the hair from her face and whispers about before all this. About a school yard and a her mother as little as Tuk. She dreams of glimpses of red hair and a teacher, not a mother yet. She can’t imagine a life as peaceful as that could really be real.

A Kiri who opens her eyes and is immediately on the floor, a narrow eyed man pulls her up and holds her shoulder tight as if he didn’t shove her to the dirt the moment before. Tsutey is barely there before he is gone but she feels strong as stone. She wants to ask what he was going to say but the ground under her feet is growing growing growing until the earth reclaims her as it did him.

Her grandfather is found when she tries to bond to a tree with a shimmer in its bark. Is not a soul tree but she thinks there’s something there. He whispers about failures. About passing his burden to his youngest daughter’s oldest son. How he almost ended a cycle. How he didn’t.

She never thought about the people in bridgehead that were like Norm, Max, Trudy, Grace - they couldn’t be people in the stories or else the fires were too hot. But she breathes in the air of one of Norms meal kits and the metal floor beneath her feet is littered with candy wrappers and paper. There’s laughter, clinking of vials, a song humming through a tinny radio, and humanity feels a little too real. Her skin suddenly feels thin, her bones weaker. Her body is too big and too awkward but there’s a haze she hopes they felt all the way til the end. She never forgets how warm the sun through a window felt on such fragile skin.

Spider is so small and so stubborn and she can’t protect him. She’s screaming into the soil, begging for her mother to tell her what to do, and then the smoke fills her lungs. She gasps, breathing in fumes and choking on the poison when his eyes meet hers. Paz Socorro has his eyes, his curls in darker little ringlets. She cries, sobbing just like Kiri. She tried to get home, she tried not to leave him. She didn’t mean to start the pattern. She was only 23, she’d never done this before. Her plane burns and all she can taste are ashes but she feels her strength in her bones, trembling as they are, and she marches home like she doesn’t remember what fire tastes like.

The answers never come plain and sometimes Kiri doesn’t think she’s one person. She thinks she’s a collection. All the souls lost on pandora, gathered and loved with her ancestors or buried beneath the dirt she walks over. She tries though, again and again and again because the heartbeat thunders so loud that she swears it’s thousands of them, begging her to find them. She loves them as much as she hates them. She clings to her mother, the large and the small, and speaks with the only voice that doesn’t shake. Thinking about Kiri who calls it a blessing because a curse is ungrateful and she can’t call them something so cruel. She was never a little girl in the same way there’s always one reaching for her hand in the quiet seconds between minutes. Thinking about how Kiri can never just be Kiri but the way it’s integral to her that she can’t ever just be the one girl she was born as. How she’s not even sure which one that is.

The boys are barely hitting teenagers when Jake stumbles on Neteyam teaching Spider to shoot his bow. About seeing the little human he watched grow up mirror him 13 years ago, holding a weapon double his size and not knowing how to handle it, but this time the boy is comfortable. He’s grinning, cocky and safe, with his son’s hands over his own. He sees his wife for a moment in his son’s soothing touches and then his brother in Spiders grin. It’s healing in the same way that a part of him curls and aches at the sight.

He watches for a while, a silent guard if they get in over their heads. Neteyam is normally level-headed and responsible but Spider is a wild card - plus he rarely sees the two by themselves.

He lurches to intervene when Spider pulls a gun from the bushes, tossing it to his oldest with a teasing prod. It’s big for a human but looks barely larger than a pistol in his son’s childish hands. Neteyam looks nervous but shrugs as Spider lifts his hands to position them better. It takes a few tries to find something comfortable for the taller - it’s one of Norms weapons, not meant for Na’vi, those are locked up safe in home tree - but they settle it in his hands and Jake forces himself to relax. It makes him nervous but he tries to give them a shot. Why, he can’t really decide, but he sits back. If they’ll survive, then they’ll need to adapt. Every solider packs a few scars and he’d rather they do it now when he’s within arms reach.

Spider runs his fingers over the gun and points out where the safety is, how to load it, and then how to trigger it. He doesn’t want to know why he knows all this but suspects his own raids might have been the boys teacher. Neteyam takes a shuttering breath and shoots the gun at the largest tree in their little clearing. The kickback nearly makes him drop the gun and he stumbles back but he grins and laughs like a boy again.

He didn’t realize how long it’s been since he heard that sound.

Spider joins him soon after, clumsily notching an arrow and attempting to hit the same spot. He misses by a long shot and groans dramatically but there’s a camaraderie in the air that he remembers from his own youth. It’s a signature of growing up and something he only really remembers from Tommy. He smiles and watches for a bit as Neteyam tries to fix Spiders posture then tries to one up him with another shot. They’re sparing with the gun, clearly worried about getting caught despite the bravado, but the sound is swallowed by the forest enough to allow a few trysts.

It’s been a good half hour when Spider manages to knock a branch off the tree he’d been aiming at. The boys cheer with such pride that Jake can’t help but feel a little proud. He guesses they really are growing up.

“Okay, okay, hear me out - your dad can’t be pissed if we bring home dinner right? Why don’t we, yknow, try these out for real?”

Jake swallows back a groan and steps out from his hiding spot, perhaps they aren’t that grown up after all.

Protective

The woods of their coast is unfamiliar territory even with his life spent on these beaches. Twigs and prickly grasses nip at this feet and crack beneath him but he knows avoiding them is a lost cause.

Rotxo is made for this island, is and always has been, but he can't help but feel displaced only a mile or two from his marui.

The RDA don't expect them here, though, only in the water. Ao'nung and Neteyam make excellent decoys back at the cove. While they provide a distraction in the water, an easy, unsuspecting target, Lo'ak, he, and Spider bring their numbers through the woods surrounding it. Soon, they will line the cliffs edge and, hopefully, interrupt an expected attack.

Lo'ak found scouts in hiding out in the caves lining the cliffs three days ago. The systems stretch through the cove and provide easy cover, just far enough from home to provide a sense of safety but so close that the intel they gather could prove dangerous. The potential heirs of two clans will be far too titillating to avoid, as such, it should be easy.

Should be.

Rotxo glances to the trees above him, not seeing him but knowing his mate is near.

This is a simple mission. Tonowari and the older warriors are dotted amongst them in case something goes wrong but they're here to prove themselves. To gain experience.

And not get shot.

Rotxo really doesn't want to get shot.

He hears a purring chirp and ducks, alert and stiff in his bones. Unlike the Sully kids, he didn't grow up in war. He wasn't raised with bullets in his ears and fear is gripping him with icy hands.

There's no time to be scared though, Neteyam is warning them.

He ducks into the underbrush, scarcer that the tree people were used to but thick enough they taught him how to hide. The coastal trees are thin and so only the best climbers could take from above. Spider, of course, is with them. He mumbles a prayer to their mother and starts for the cliff face.

Ao'nung lets out a loud, barking laugh and he can hear the strain. his friend has never been the best actor and he's scared. A branch snaps next to him and he jerks up, Tsireya is kneeling half sprawled from a bush. She looks embarrassed and offers him a sheepish smile before Lo'ak is corralling her up and hidden again.

It makes him want to laugh, how clumsy she is, how clumsy she's always been -

A gun shot rings loud and clear through the forest and suddenly movement is all around him. Birds are taking off into the sky and his friends, his family, are rushing through the woods without fear.

Ewya, how are they not afraid?

He chokes but he grips his spear. It's time to be brave, they could hurt his Moms, his sisters, and everyone he cares about. They have to go and he has to do it. He can do it.

Ewya must have her arms around him because his legs are strong as he rushes forward, the branches and undergrowth whip past him but he doesn't feel it. The metkayina boy whoops and then there's a gun aimed at him.

The human is small, terrified, and looks so much frailer than Spider. Perhaps he would have hesitated before, but he saw Neteyam after 3 Brothers Rock. Before the thoughts can settle in his mind, he's throwing his spear and the man goes down with the hit.

His weapon stands taller than the full body of his kill. It's not the first life he has taken, but it is the first he won't pray over or thank. He rips his weapon from the corpse and lets it fall with a dull thud, taking the gun and cracking it against a tree. It's too small for his hands and he won't risk another enemy finding such a prize.

More gunshots ricochet behind him and he rushes forward, finding himself beside Tsireya at the cliffs edge. He scans her body, quick as he can, and finds her okay. She nods and then she's leaping into the water below.

He spares a glance, unsure why she would give up her high ground, and feels the blood drain from his face.

There must be a dozen men on the ground and Tsireya marks the 4th person he can see of his own. Another shot and screaming is sounding from behind him, if there's that many there, who is up here?

The estimation they had only predicted a half a dozen men, maybe a few spares but maybe a few less. He's never trusting Lo'ak to count again.

He turns, planning to jump, but then he's hitting the ground. Above him, the butt of a gun is slamming down. It hits his temple and his vision slurs around him. He swings his arm, heartbeat pounding in his throat, and tries to dislodge the marine across his lap. He lands a hit and feels the weight tip but then the gun is coming down again.

A bruise begins to bloom across his cheek as he fights, blue skin torn and bloody from the branches beneath him and the man currently using his rifle like a bat. He wobbles up, trying to sit up and gain back the favor his height offers.

The man is wide eyed and frantic but the enjoyment in his eyes is what makes Rotxo pause. There is blood on the mans pale skin, bruising and mud across his face, and more dogtags than should be his own across his neck. Still, he smiles, bloody lips and all, and raises his gun.

Raises his gun at him, oh fuck -

A blonde blur snarls and the man goes down with a choked off shout. The gun is lost from his hands and then he hears a shot and Rotxo surges forward. Panic is lacing through him but dies in his throat at the sight of his mate, gun in hand, and standing overtop the body of his attacker.

Blood and mud are caked across his knees and over his torso. Rotxo's own stripes are covered on the blondes skin by the mess but he's there and in one piece. Relief floods his system and he stumbles up, finding himself in the humans arms before he can make it the rest of the way up.

"Fuck, fuck! Spider, a-are you okay? I-Thank you, I.." The words are failing him. He doesn't know what to say in this, thank you for killing a man for me? Thank you for being okay? Are you okay? You're not shot but please don't die of internal injuries when we get home?

"Hey, hey, hey, Ro, I need you to look at me, okay? It's okay, Baby, we're both okay. You can't go now, gotta get home first." His mask is smeared and dirty but he manages to meet Spider's eyes through it. Rotxo barely can speak and the blonde is pulling him between a tree and the large lake rocks that dot the hill. Later, he'll mourn how calm he is. How the blood on his mask and the bruises on his skin are so okay, but for now, he just focuses on finding home behind the glass.

Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to the cool glass and cups his hand to the back of the others head. Spider huffs on a laugh. The sound is small and affectionate but laced with fear but Rotxo decides they'll spare a moment.

Just a moment.

He breathes in the wood, the salt of the sea, and the scent of pinewood that clings stubbornly to Spider's tan skin. He counts the moles on his shoulders and tries to skim over the scars he'll memorize later.

"I-I'm okay. 'm okay. Where are your brothers?" Spider takes a long breath and he gets a glimpse of the boy he's buried, the child he left back with his peoples home tree. "in the water, I-I think. We need to get down there."

He starts to pull away and Rotxo starts to stand. Just as he leaves the cover of their hiding place, he catches sight of dark blue skin. Comprehension takes a moment to set in before he realizes that the blue isn't one of his friends, that they're in the water or safe at home, and that they most certainly don't wear a military uniform.

"Sure you do, Kid. Only place your goin' is back to your Daddy." Spider looks at him and there's fear on his face, real, deep fear. He remembers holding the human in the weeks after his escape, waking him from the nightmares following for the past 3 years, and the scars that mar his back. Spider squawks and reaches back but the recombinant has a firm grip on the blondes hair.

Spider is kicking, fighting, but the man isn't letting go. He's tall, cocky in the way he stands, and appears unphased at the teenaged warrior he's choosing to ignore. Wainfleet is embroidered on a tag across his chest and the name is familiar. The mans hand moves, Spider surging forward for freedom, and then its around the boys neck. It's just to hold him in place but the mans hands are so big they wrap around nearly completely. Spider chokes, ducking his head, and tries to fight but his grip only tightens.

"He's been real patient with you, Kiddo, but you know he's not a patient man. C'mon, time to get you home. If you stop your kickin', maybe I'll even let you stay awake this time." The man looks away from Spider, looks to Rotxo, and reaches for his gun. This one is big, big enough for a na'vi, and fits in his hand like an extension of himself. He aims it straight to Rotxo and his finger goes to the trigger.

Except, Rotxo isn't afraid. He expects the white-hot panic to flood him again, to feel his limbs heavy and lagging behind with the will to run away, but instead all he feels is rage. Red hot, protective, rage.

Spider looks small in the mans hold and looks so, so afraid. Rotxo reaches down and grips his spear. Wainfleet pulls the trigger but Rotxo is faster, aimed low and charging for his hips. While he may not look small now, he was the smallest in their youth. He knows how to take down a bigger opponent.

He surges and tackles the mans waist. This one is trained far better than his previous kill and doesn't go down just yet, but his grip on Spider does loosen. He snarls, low and instinctual, and feels every bit the animal the RDA calls them. It feels strong.

With a knock of his spear, the gun is knocked askew from where it was aimed. He takes the moment where Wainfleet struggles with the surprise to take a sweep for his head. The instinct to block has the gun falling from his hand and then, with a strong kick from Spider, his mate hits the forest floor.

With his lover out the way, Rotxo throws himself at the larger man. He's taller, but Rotxo is stronger. "You don't get him. Not again."

The solider laughs, loud and wild, "Fuck, Miles, you really do take after Sully. Got yourself a feral little toy and all, huh?"

The gun is cast aside now but Wainfleet reaches down, pulling a knife from a holster on his hip, and cuts across Rotxo's shoulder. His aim is strong and lands true, cutting deep across his collarbone. He gasps, pain flaring across his chest, but swings down his arms anyway. He lands a hard punch to the mans face, then another, and reels back again only for his wrist to be caught. He pulls, trying to free himself, and catches a glimpse of Spider, red faced and wheezing. His hands are shaking frantically as he checks his mask and the adrenaline comes rushing back.

Wainfleet lands a good hit to his face again, then aims to stab his shoulder where he cut before, but Rotxo pulls from his grip and pulls him up by the shoulders. He lifts the recombinant and slams him down. He can't get Quaritch for what he's done, but he certainly can give Wainfleet a taste here.

Blood pools in the mans mouth and he chokes, shoving frantically and thrashing against his hold similar to how Spider did moments ago. The mirror makes bitterness flush through him and he lifts him again, slamming harder now and relishing in the dull thud of the mans skull on the rocks below.

A gun cocks off to the side and his gaze flies to his mate, now on his feet and scrambling to the bushes they hid in before. He grabs the spear he's now left discarded at his side and throws it with practiced aim. It's lower than needed to be but the soldier falls with a spear through his gut. It'll be a painful death but Rotxo can't find himself to care.

"You don't get to hurt him." He growls and reaches for the gun before he hesitates. The man is groaning beneath him, incoherent and bloody, and Rotxo decides he chose his grave. He stands, legs shaking and tired, and pulls the man up. A birds cry fills the air and he hunches, an arrow flying past his curls, and he feels strong. His mate is safe, his family is fighting beside him, and he proved himself today. He feels strong when he lifts the man beneath him, pulling his weight onto himself, and walks to the edge. With a long breath, he drops the bloodied man over the edge and into the water below.

He stand, still and tired, but satisfied. The man hits the water below and he notices the movements in the woods have gone. It's calm, undisturbed as if nothing happened here at all.

He breathes in the salty air, tanged with blood, and lets his shoulders drop. A muted sort of pride lays in his chest knowing he defended his home but there's sadness there that knows he just kissed what was left of his peaceful life goodbye. War has met them here and it's clear his time is up.

"Rotxo? We did it...They're gone, only a few are injured. But..." A pause, "Well, we lost two. Menang and Eleora are with the mother but, it-it's time to go home." A soft hand grabs his elbow and he jerks back to reality.

Tsireya is gentle, safe, and he leans down to kiss her forehead. He turns and Spider is there, red faced and looking stricken, no doubt somewhere else. But he's safe, wrapped against his brother's side.

He walks forward, checking his lover for injuries, and nods to Lo'ak who lets him take his brothers weight while his own lover slips back to his arms.

"C'mon, lets go home."

quiet mornings

Aged up characters, sweet domestic fluff, mated couple, slice of life - Rotxo is about 25 and Spider 26

Rotxo X Spider Socorro Sully

Word Count - 778

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They sun has only begun to rise when Rotxo stirs. The early amber light is beginning to filter into the marui he has called home for nearly 8 years now.

He stifles a yawn and stretches his shoulders back with a satisfying crack. He's careful not to stir the warm body tucked into his side.

Spider isn't supposed to spend the night often, the shack a little ways from their home being for him to sleep in at night in order to keep his mask off for a few hours at least. Rotxo knows it gets uncomfortable at time and has seen the seemingly permanent indents on his lovers skin where it presses in.

Still, Spider is nothing if not stubborn and is hard pressed to make leave when he's decided he's spending the night. For a brief moment, he ponders scooping up the other man and making him return to the building the humans so kindly crammed into the limited space of Metkayina beaches, but the thought filters away as quickly as it came when Spiders eyes begin to crack open.

Gently, always gently - his hand is the size of his mates head, he strokes back the braids and curls that have fallen over his face.

He selfishly tries to lure the blonde back to sleep. He caresses the skin above the mask, stroking gently like he knows he likes after so many years together, and watches Spiders eyelashes flutter lazily.

Distantly, his ears swivel to pick up the sounds of the fisherman and cooks leaving the lazy warmth of their own homes to begin the day. Thankfully, and admittedly a bit smugly, he thanks Ewya for their marui's distance from the others.

Spiders shack needed more stable room than the majority of their structures could offer. As such, his marui was built a little ways back from the water in order to allow the couple the chance to share their home. The shack is only a handful of yards beside the marui with foliage tucking it into the treeline to remind him of his first home.

It is a bittersweet addition to be forced to keep the human they've known so long now separate, but they'll be damned if they don't reap the rewards.

"Ro?"

Internally, Rotxo sighs at the admittance that the day was unfortunately starting. Still, he can spare an hour before patrolling the nets and reef.

"Mornin', Nì’it fko."

Spider opens a judgmental eye and scoffs. Nevertheless, he burrows deeper into the larger mans warmth. A pale thigh wedges itself between his blue and soon he is on his back with the human splayed across his chest.

"The sun is just beginning to rise...we could spare an hour." He directs down a cheeky grin that only spreads at the matching one from his mate. "You read my mind."

He snickers softly and lays a hand on the others back. His fingers stretch from the humans mid back down to the base of his spine in a familiar sight. They have grown up together at this point but the realization still leads him with a bit of awe.

"Mmm...you're warm. Probably cause you stole my blanket."

Spider peers up with narrowed eyes and Rotxo knows the sort of day they'll have. "Na'vi don't even use blankets."

"Maybe we should. And your blanket shouldn't be big enough for me if you don't want me to use it." The blonde scoffs and lightly smacks his chest, right over the still-healing tattoo he earned a few weeks past. The na'vi winces.

"Its that big because my thief of a mate would take it even if it just covered his dick."

"So my dick is big?"

They stay still for a long moment before Rotxo cracks and lets out a loud laugh. Said blanket is pulled up and he wraps it around the man in his arms. "There. Now we both have the blanket."

Spider snorts and Rotxo thinks he'll sling another retort before the smaller man lays his head back down into the crook of his neck. With a quiet hum, he begins to trace the twirls of ink and the stripes of darker blue on his skin. "Tsireya is helping me make another one."

"Of course she is. I'm sure Lo'ak introduced her to them. They're fucking amazing."

Spider just laughs and closes his eyes. The sun is coming in fully now but they can steal a bit longer. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head down into blonde braids.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

He can feel the other mans smile against his skin.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

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Translations:

Nì’it fko - Small one

Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer. - I see you. I love you.

My requests are always open! Please send me your requests, no matter how weird or cringe! I got y'all!! Lots of love!! ♡

Example of my writing

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Prompt list you can request from

1. "I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing"

2. "STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT'S NOT FAIR"

3. "You're an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot"

4. "Make me"

5. "You make me so unbelievably happy"

6. "You didn't call, you didn't next, nothing"

7. "You know we're meant to be"

8. "you're seriously like a man-child"

9. "It was a joke, baby. I swear"

10. "mine"

11. "Are you even listening to me?"

12. "Is that my shirt?"

13. " You're kinda cute, you know... only kinda"

14. "Just marry me already "

15. "It's too cold! Come back"

16. "Gimme a kiss, my love"

17. "Hold my hand" "what?" "just hold it"

18. "Can we get a dog?" "We have a dog" "I know, I want another"

19. "She did it! "No he did!"

20. "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

22. "I never thought I'd find a love like this"

23. "Leave me alone, the only thing I'm embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!"

24. "Baby, please let me in. I'm sorry"

25. "Too bad, baby. You're stuck with me"

26. "You're honestly really freaking cute when you're jealous"

27. "Can I kiss you?"

28. "Wait, you're leaving already?"

29. "Why am I always the one carrying you?"

30. "f okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?"

31. "You make me feel safe"

32. "PILLOW FIGHT"

33. "God, you're beautiful. My pretty girl"

34. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

35. I had a rough day, and all I want right now is to cuddle with my partner

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

37. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me"

38. "Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"

39. "Do you like it?"

40. "I've never seen you so nervous"

41. "In our defense, we were left unsupervised"

42. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"

43. " Don't shut me out, please"

44. "Stay away from me"

45. "I saw that. You totally just checked me out"

46. "I literally cannot say no to you. It's impossible"

47. "Forgive me, please. I need you"

48. "Hey-- look at me. You can talk to me*

49. "Did you just flinch away from me?"

50. "Do it. I dare you"

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Authors Note: I can make a fic using the entire SFW and/or the NFSW alphabet if requested! Just say the characters name! ♡

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SFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Affection (how affectionate are they)

B - Body (what's their favorite part of your body?)

C - Cuddles (do they cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

D - Dates (what dates with them would be like)

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

G - Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

K - Kisses (how do they kiss?)

L - Love language (how do they show their love?)

M - Mornings (what are mornings with them like?)

N - Nights (what are nights with them like?)

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

S - Security (how protective are they?)

T - Try (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

U - Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

X - Xtra (random headcannon)

Y - Yuck (something they don't like)

Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

NSFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Hey!! Just a heads up that my asks/questions are open if anyone's wanting me to write little post/ficlet or situation (as in "sam comes the the realisation that he's not so straight after all because of this, ect..) about any BRCU characters :) but I gotta say, I really do have a softspot for Arlo, Sam and Worstthrust :D

And maybe I'll expand some into full fics because God knows this community needs more :')

My intro post! :D

Welcome!~

Welcome to my blog! My name is Aaron, I'm 18, and I write for fun. I love to read, my favorite so far is diffidently lights out by Vanessa Allen. But back to what you're probably here for, I mostly do my hero academia, Attack on Titan, and occasionally TWD videogame. all one-shots of course! so, you can expect all that. all of these will be x fem!reader. Not all will but be NSFW, but most are NFSW so MDNI please!

I will write certain kinks such as:

NSFW Praise Degradation Breeding Choking Hair pulling Light impact play Roleplay Threesome slight dub-con And much more!

However, I will not write:

Feet Scat Vomit Incest Piss play

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Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje

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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.

Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.

He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.

It's like he said every word that went through his brain.

I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.

And the waiting.

Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.

When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.

And that's when we arrived at the room.

And that's when he saw you.

And he froze.

Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.

He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.

He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"

Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.

And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.

There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.

The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.

The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.

And so he sat still.

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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright

I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.

That’s some good shit.

Character A enters the dark living room to suppressed whimpers and hitched breaths.

“Character B?? You okay??” They ask, barely able to make out Bs hunched form on the couch.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” B hisses through grit teeth.

Character A furrows their brow before fumbling around for the light switch, flipping it on as they find it.

The first thing they see is Character B slumped on the couch, face a sickly pale shade.

The second thing they see is the wad of paper towels Bs got clutched against their stomach, soaking up an alarming amount of blood.

A Bad Day Interrupted

A bad day, just like so many others lately. No matter how you tried, moments of actual contentment and joy never seemed to last quite long enough to be a mental break from everything. You have been severely depressed for little over a month, but it seems like you finally ran out of tears. Good, you hated making people worry about you.

Looking at the time on your phone, you are disappointed it isn't time to go home. Work isn't bad; the work is easily completed in time and you work with the nicest people you know. However, it is exhausting to consciously keep up the charade of being happy.

You are concerned for yourself. Nothing had happened, you just awoke one day and just been depressed since. On top of that, you are also anxious and self-abusing. Not physically, though the gnawing in your stomach reminds you that you are not eating as much as you probably should.

A lot of the abuse is mental; the thoughts in your head ripping you down to the lowest level of self-deprecation you have ever been. Words are weapons and they are inflicting so much pain.

You look at your phone as it buzzes. A message from your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whomever. Upon opening, it is a small video clip of a panda cub sitting on a rock. It sneezes so hard it topples over and you can't help but chuckle, smiling a genuine smile for the first time all day.

They knew you were going through personal issues and were helping you look for a good therapist. Everday, they would find ways to show thier love in addition to texts and saying so. You feel guilty but accepted the extra affection, reciprocating the affection as best as you could.

One day at a time, with the love of your life making sure you make it through.

Because you would and have done the same for them.

you know what’s not talked about nearly enough? HOW HOT TECH IS IN S2 EP4 WHEN HES RACING??? LIKE HELLO?? I NEED HIM??!?? SO BAD??!!??!?

Some kind of Gothic lady, idk

Wc: ~460

A/n: Hello! This is part of a little series I’m collaborating with @marsmartens on, and I’m the secondary writer mainly focusing on the Moon Knight System’s point of view. All kneel, and good day. -Loki /|\ Major Stumbles

Tw: Swearing, smoking, and stalkerish tendencies.

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-Come as you are- revamped

-Nirvana

Jake pushed his hat up with his thumb, pulling a low drag from the cigarette perched between his pinky and ring finger as he did so. Cold air rushed into the tiny cab as he rolled the window down to blow the smoke out into the environment, another drag pulled from the cig almost immediately after. His interest had been piqued, so he let the engine stall even as the light turned green. No one was on this damned street either way.

A kid stood across the road. Well, not a child-kid, very much an adult, but he seemed younger than Jake himself. A beanie had been nestled on his head and a scarf tossed around his shoulders, both barely warm enough with the threadbare jacket around him and the old gloves on his hands. Light illuminated the kid’s face from a caller that’d been left to the final ring twice now. 

Whoever was on that line was gonna be pissed when the call finally went through. Jake grinned at the thought. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. It was a wonder the kid hadn’t seen or heard him yet. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. One thought per breath, he was getting dull. Marc would probably be suspicious of how much the meat suit’s lungs would ache in the morning, but that wasn’t his problem. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. The kid moved.

That call had apparently finally been picked up. The kid had pressed the phone to his ear, looking nervous as he mainly listened to whoever was on the other side with the occasional comment. Another drag, no blast of cold air. As the kid shivered, the cigarette sizzled out. Jake had been done with it anyway. That guy was much more interesting.

A thin lump around the middle finger of his right hand in the glove indicated a ring, the only one on either hand. A promise ring, most likely, implying a partner. The kid’s nervous demeanor made Jake think that he didn’t have a great partner, either from going through a rough patch or just a jerk lover in general. With a relationship like that, the partner would probably be hounding this kid like a dog on an arsehole. No visible work attire, probably on vacation or just immigrated. With how scolded the kid looked, it was likely an impulsive decision that his partner hadn’t even had the chance to pick up on before he was gone.

Jake grinned. Another cigarette was tapped from the carton and balanced between his teeth. The thing lit, and his engine revved as he sped off through the newly-red light.

Steven would like that one.

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|♡| Phone Sex |♡|

Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

You decided to push through your thoughts and do it. After all, you were missing your boyfriend way more than your expected, and the ache between your legs became bothersome. 

“Okay Ryu”

You could practically hear his excitement through the phone as it buzzed with what you assumed was encouragement and gratitude but you were too busy trying to figure out a show to put on for him.

You were in nothing but his old volleyball jersey and some panties, but in the end, you decided it would have to do seeing as you were too anxious to sit and wait in your thoughts.

In the first photo you sat up straight on your knees, nipples poking through the thin fabric of the shirt looking pretty, just as he liked it, and your shirt slightly rid up revealing the flesh of your ass and your underwear. Before insecurities got the best of you, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to your boyfriend.

Almost instantly you got a list of texts from Tanaka including both compliments and pictures of his boxers, red in color,  with a large imprint and slight wet spot around the tip.

“Your so pretty baby you always get me like this”

“It hurtsss”

Shamelessly you staired. You missed him so much, him pounding you away with so much enthusiasm you swore you could pass out on the spot. Nothing was as good as Tanaka’s cock, but you settled with your hand making its way between your legs, teasing your folds through your underwear.

“Can you take off my jersey for me baby?”

The request had you giggling. Tanaka had a thing for your chest, he would often ask you to push them together and give them a little shake so he could fuck them and cum on your face, breasts often soar and covered in cum from the titty jobs. So you did just that, knowing he would love it.

This time you had more confidence, sending a short video of you stripping off the jersey and leaving you in a lacey bra. You then snapped photos in various positions, each showing your round breasts, sometimes squeezing or pinching them leaving your nipples cute and red. 

- ‘Meathead’ has sent a video -

Tanaka then sent his own video, leaving you gasping audibly as the first frame showed your boyfriend sliding a pocket pussy over his thick cock, wet with what you could assume was his own spit. 

“Ah, babe look what you did to me. Shit, you look so pretty there in my jersey. Your not even showing me your cute cunt yet and your already driving me nuts baby.” He then proceeded to send picture after picture of his body only making you crave him more. 

Tanaka was muscular and cut, slight freckles adorning his shoulders and down the trail of his abs where his cock sat still wet from his previous actions which you assumed he stopped just for you. In some of the videos he was flexing and laughing with that same stupid grin and angry eyebrows that proved although you were a great distance apart and talking through a screen he was still your Tanaka. 

All caution was thrown to the wind as you decided to strip yourself of your panties after taking some photos of the wet spot he caused before sending him lengthy videos of your plunging your fingers in your cunt, attempting to imitate his own during your rounds of sex. 

“Ryu, Ryu, please. Feels so, so good.” You whined, attempting to hold your phone steady as you raised your hips to grind against your hand. Everything was too hot, the video of Tanaka fucking himself with a toy just kept playing in your mind and you couldn’t help but want more. You moved your fingers to flick your sensitive clit which seemed to do the trick and drive you over the edge.

“Wat you, want you so bad. Shit, shit — Ry-Ryunosuke,” you screamed as your hole clamped around your fingers and your eyes rolled back into your head, breath shallow from the intense orgasm that ripped through your body. It took a few minutes to recover before you shakily cleaned yourself up and sent the video to your beloved boyfriend. 

- ‘PRETTY BABY <3′ has sent a video -

“Hope this helps, Ryu, I miss you I wish you were here to help me <33″

|♡| Bokuto Kotaro |♡|

It was probably around one in the morning when your phone rang, buzzing so loud that it shook your whole nightstand causing you to curse yourself for not putting it on do not disturb. 

The call had interrupted your rather steamy dream about your boyfriend, imagining the tan he had gotten from his harsh training with the rest of the National Volleyball Team in some ‘top secret’ place Bokuto refused to tell you about until he had gotten back. 

Now you were left cranky, horny, and tired. Quickly, you smacked your hand down on the phone and answered, bringing the receiver to your mouth to groan out a displeased “what!”

“Don’t be mad..” Your eyes widened at Bokuto’s panting voice, small groans and whimpers making their way to your ear. “Ko? What is it puppy? Why are you calling me so late?”

“I’m sorry baby,” he whined, voice seemingly getting louder. “I’m so fucking hard, it hurt too much I couldn’t sleep.” You sat up quickly realizing what was happening. Just the very thought of Bokuto touching himself had you squeezing your thighs together. 

“Please! Say something I need your voice, can’t cum without you.” 

You smiled, slowly pushing down your loose shorts. “What are you doing now baby, tell me. I wanna know.” Bokuto whimpered at your tone, not enjoying your teasing but decided to play along. “I-I’m fucking fisting my cock babe, it feels so fucking good. I really want you I wish you were here. ‘m miss you.” 

“Wanna know what I’m doing Ko?” You ask slowly, his answer and small sounds of pleasure only fueling you as you circle your finger around my clit. Bokuto desperately asks you to tell him, feeding into your sultry voice and teasing remarks. 

“’m wearing only your jersey, I miss you too, so so much Ko. Smells just like you.” Your boyfriend moans loudly as you continue to describe what you're wearing, telling him every detail about your now discarded panties and your hair tied up messily just how he likes. If you weren’t before you were wide awake now. 

“I’m touching myself, Kotaro. Just for you, you make me feel so good, wish I could cum all over your cock.” You hear Bokuto drop the phone as the found of loud, wet smacking now mixes with his voice, which was begging you to let him touch, to let him taste even if it wasn’t possible.

“I wish it was your fingers baby. How many do you want me to put in? I want to feel good Ko, make me feel good.” 

“Oh fuck! Fuck baby put in two, I promise you, once these awful weeks are up you're not leaving that bed. I need you, baby, I need that pussy.” Bokuto’s voice is commanding and hoarse, telling you he’s probably rubbing himself raw to get to the edge. Your poor boyfriend, he must have been jerking off all night before he called you. 

You sighed when you followed his orders, hole already sensitive and clenching from your harsh rubs on your clit earlier. Not to mention the combination of the wet dream and his voice made you want to roll your eyes back and cream. You were probably closer than he was. But you were determined. 

“C’mon Ko, baby. I want you to cum so bad, miss you so much.” Bokuto’s breathing became sporadic and the harsh slapping sounds of his fist bumping his abs as he tried to get off to your voice increased tenfold. You decided to pull out the trump card, knowing it would drive Bokuto instantly off edge. 

“You’re so good for me Ko, such a good boy. I want you to cum for me Ko, wan’ it so bad. Please cum for me.” 

It was like you said the magic words because as soon as the praises left your mouth your boyfriend began withering and crying into the speaker of your phone, your pussy throbbing in response to him as your high came to a crash, leaving you shaking and panting. The combination of sleep and the orgasm left knocked you out cold because the next time you woke up was to the birds chirping and your alarm clock flashing a bright “8:45″ onto your face. 

You instantly went to check your phone to see several attachments from Bokuto with a cum covered chest and spent dick as well as shameless messages about how deep he was going to fuck you when he was finished training. At the end of it all was a simple but sweet message from him. 

“Night babe, love ya ;)” 

|♡| Tendou Satori  |♡|

“Love,” Tendou cooed, head in his hand as he watched you blush with a soft smile on his face. Tonight was another face-time session, often lasting hours as the two of you talked about your day and caught each other up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Tendou noticed your heavy gaze on his lips, squirming slightly in your chair as you tried your best to focus on the conversation. You were daydreaming again, about his lips wrapped around your clit and flicking his heavenly tongue around your cunt till you screamed his name. It was quite obvious what you wanted, but your boyfriend decided he wanted to have some fun first.

  Your boyfriend set down his phone, leaning it against something on the desk of the hotel he was staying at before leaning back allowing his shirt to ride up slightly to give you a teasing view of his abs and happy trail.

  “I wish you were here sweetheart, these judges don’t know what good desserts taste like if they were even considering other people’s entries.” He droned on about the baking competition which had stolen him away from you for a couple of weeks, lifting his shirt up to wipe non-existent sweat off his face and reveal his pale torso.

The enticing view lasted for only a moment but your boyfriend couldn't help but snicker at your dazed look. "Hold on babe, I gotta change my pants they are getting a little...tight."  He then proceeded to walk off camera and throw down his pants and underwear, soft grunts leaving the speaker of your phone causing your pussy to clench at the show.

“Satori,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together slightly. You and Tendou often were in bed together, but this trip and lack of sex had really taken a toll on you. You were too shy to ask your boyfriend for phone sex in the past, but today you wanted to change that, you wanted to see him toy with his pretty cock, and you two cum together.

“I’m..,” You attempt to voice your needs but chicken out of it last second, turning your head to your lap to get a peek of the lingerie set you had worn under the old shirt you were wearing. It was one of Tendou’s favorites, dark maroon with thin sheer lace and pretty elaborate patterns.

“You have to tell me so I can give you what you want, I have no idea what you're getting at I need words, pretty,” Tendou called, looking up to see him sitting back down in his chair, the position his phone was in leaving his dick just out of view although you could see his hand move up and down.  It was then you realized your boyfriend was just toying with you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and send a glare toward the red-haired man.

“What? Oh c’mon, I didn’t mean no harm.” He teased, a curved smirk covering his pretty lips as lifted his hips slightly to reveal his weeping pink head dribbling with pre-cum.

You scoffed, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt as you peeled it off yourself to reveal your sexy attire to the camera, pushing your chair back so he could get a good view. “Sure, pretty boy, of course, you didn't mean it. But that doesn't mean I won't give you a taste of your own medicine”

Quickly gaining confidence and wanting to get back at him for teasing, you spread your legs apart and began teasing yourself through your underwear, swaying yourself in the chair to not give him an easy view of yourself. “Wait, hold on baby,” he chuckled, quickly pushing down the camera in the hope you would forget your anger and instead get lost at the sight of him revealing his pretty cock in all its glory.

You remained strong however and clicked your tongue, pushing your panties to the side to give your fingers access to your sticky hole. Tendou quickly realized how much he was losing this battle and began to regret his slight teasing. “Baby don’t be that way, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling his cock as he watched your tits move while you swayed in the chair.

“I don’t know pretty boy, you’ve been teasing me this whole time with flirty messages and nudes knowing I can’t have you.” A fake pout made its way to your face as you sped up your maneuvers, freehand pulling down the cups of your proactive bra to tweak your nipple. “I don’t think that’s very fair, do you?”

  “Don’t tease me Y/N or I promise you when I get back-”

“What Satori? You’ll punish me three weeks from now?” You laughed at him, knowing very well when he gets back you were in for one hell of a ride. You decided to be merciful and stop swaying your body and give him a clear view of your soaking cunt.

  Tendou’s eyes were glued to your hole, fluttering around your fingers as you sloppily tried to reach your high, he knew he could do so much better than your tiny, clumsy hand. “Don’t cum,” he snarled, knowing by the way you heaved that you were getting close, but Tendou wasn’t nearly there from your previous efforts blocking what he craved to see. 

“Aww, pretty boy, your struggling?” You laughed, moving to rub your clit furiously and letting a few stray moans leave your lips. “Feels so good baby, if only you were here.”

“Y/N I swear-”

You hung up before you could hear the rest of his sentence, orgasm hitting you seconds after you hit the end call button releasing sounds between a laugh and a groan.  

You were in for it when he got home. |♡|—–|♡| 

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Orphic(Levi x Reader)

(adj.) Mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

Fic Type: Drabble

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Prompt:  “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this”

Word Count: 288

“YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME!” Hange basically screaming at Levi. He glared daggers at her. “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this” He grumbled. “I didn’t convince you. In fact, no-one did.” The brunette replied, fixing his suit. “You took this role by force when you found out that (Y/N) was also going undercover.” Levi remained silent, but still seething. Once Hange left the room, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. While she was right about him jumping at the opportunity of going undercover with (Y/N) as a couple, it wasn’t for the reasons that she thought. Or that anyone thought for that matter. He just thought you weren’t competent enough to pull this off all on your own. At least that’s what he’s trying to convince yourself.

A gentle knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. “Heichou?” You spoke softly, opening the door slowly in case he wasn’t decent. “What?” “The others are waiting for us.” He glanced over at you, taking in your appearance. Your (H/C) was out of it’s usual up-do, instead, pouring over your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. You wore a simple but pretty (F/C) dress that matched your (E/C) eyes perfectly. “Oh um. Thank you for joining me.” You smiled warmly at him. “Tsk. You would’ve died without me.” He walked past you, stopping next to you momentarily. “You clean up well.” Then he proceeded out to the corridor. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You asked yourself. Well it was nicer than anything he’s ever said to you or anyone for that matter. It must’ve been. Grinning, you trailed behind him, locking your arm with him once you both went outside. 

Tenya lida Late night drives- Chapter 1

You feel the familiar weight of his hand on your thigh as you stare out the front windshield, into the dark night. the headlights illuminate the empty road. tick, tick, tick, tick. The blinker monotonously clicks, as the car turns onto the highway. His hand squeezes your thigh. as the car speeds up, you watch intently as the mph cranes up steadily. The blinding lights of the city flash in your peripheral. He glances over at you, a smile creeping onto his lips. You look stunning.

You, his first love.

You, the one he relaxes around, and drops his cool and stern facade.

You, his first kiss.

You, the one his parents and brother adore.

You, the lady with his engagement pretty ring siting next to him.

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "Tenya?" his name sounded so pretty coming out of your lips. very kissable lips, he may add. "Are we going anywhere?" he thinks for a moment "Not in particular. We both need a break." You giggle. "The news has been going all over us, 'H/N and Ingenium engaged'. 'Rumors true about H/N and Ingenium!'." He smiles slightly. "of course. Do you mind the publicity?" he gently squeezes your thigh, watching the road. You hum. "Not really. Just tiring" He smiles.

In nearly 3 months, you'll be walking down the aisle, so pretty. You'll make his heart race. He'll put a ring on your finger. Then he'll add a few more things to his ever-growing list.

You, his first -and only- wife. You, his first reason to get that riled up, You, his first time. His beloved wife, and pro hero,

Y/N H/N lida.

First drabble in a while! I'm slowly getting back into it.... though I have a lot of schoolwork and shit to do :( I'll post another drabble soon! Part 2??

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭?" 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.. 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭," 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫.

(𝐘/𝐧) 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. "𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥."

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭... 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬...“

𝐈 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬."

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 @flametigress 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳:

Romance, demon slayer, two people meeting for the first time, No, fem reader, 500 (word count), a kiss between reader and character, twin flames

Omg this story is such a slay!

I enjoyed writing this (I may or may not have gone over 500 words idk)

If you’d like to see more let me know! The best chance of your ideas getting uploaded is through my quiz (it’s pinned)

TYSM

~𝐁.𝐎.𝐀

Just thinking about the JJK men being jealous.

Toji would never admit it, but the way his muscles tense, standing out further by the way he intentionally crosses his arms over his chest, causing them to bulge while looking at the poor guy you’re talking too in the eye.

Satoru would just walk over and place his chin on your head, arms wrapping around your torso as he pouts, not giving a rats ASS about the looks he’s getting from the nearby pedestrians, and the barista you’re talking too, his eyes glancing up to meet the glare of the blue eyed bat while he warns you your coffee is hot and scurries off to help the other customers.

Sukuna would obliterate him no questions asked. “Hi, what would you like to drink today?” *slash.

Nanami would walk over politely, but you don’t miss the way his already immaculate posture straightens up impossibly, his hand moves to straighten down his jacket, flashing the Rolex, and his jaw clenches momentarily. A handshake offered to the man, once he’s introduced himself ever so politely, formally, but the force used on that poor man’s hand is evident through the way it bends within Nanamis hold, the man’s features crumpling slightly in pain.

First little Drabble post! My own (official) writing!

Sub!Satoru

Sub!Satoru would be the biggest “switch” . As in when you’re all unhinged under the sun, heads thrown back and drinking your iced teas or in a dingy late night bar, smelling of sex and cigarettes with your whole friends group, nanami only there as the responsible parent, Satoru would light up at the mention of any sexual topic occurring in the convo.

“That’s such a weird kink-“

“Almost as weird a yn’s DEGRADATION KINK! Gotta indulge in the baby girls wants tho, right?”

He would pull down his blindfold, dopey smirk on his face as the others grimaced in disgust. But through the ews and ughs, your eyes caught on the bob of his Adam’s apple as soon as you made eye contact, a threatening smirk on your face in the background, a promise to remind him who’s the one with the *real* degredation kink. Soon after, he’s perched between your legs, back facing you and leaning back on your chest as you coo condescending remarks in his ear,

“Degredation kink, ‘toru?”

All you get in response are the whimpers which fall in an endless stream from his lips,

“N-no-AHhngh-“

Waiting for him to finish his sentence as you know he damn well can’t with the way your hand speeds up every time he tries to, hips unconsciously trying to thrust up uselessly, pinned to the bed by your other hand.

He did the exact same thing again two weeks later. If you didn’t know better you’d say he liked it.😍😘🤧

It’s Not In The Stars

Every mortal had a soulmate. Death didn’t.

"So?" Puss’ red rose twirled between his claws.

"So, you should stop pursuing me, and go back to your soulmate," Death growled.

"Kitty and I have an open relationship. Sweet of you to worry, though," Puss purred.

"I’m not supposed to mingle with mortals! This is why I don’t have a mark!"

"That doesn’t sound like a ‘no,’" Puss caressed Death’s chin with the flower. "I don’t care what fate has to say. But I do care about your answer."

Despite his suave voice, the rose trembled in his paw.

Death took it.

One Step From Your Grave

Cats had nine lives, but only one Death, like everyone else.

Puss in Boots had always laughed at the notion. He didn’t need a creepy shadow warning him about lethal danger, he was a legend.

Until his spare lives ran out.

Then the wolf appeared.

Puss slowly pushed his drink away. His Death sneered:

"Now you’re paying attention."

"Why… aren’t you moving away?"

"I will, once you sober up."

A claw tilted Puss’ chin up.

"When you do, you’d better remember this," his Death growled: "I won’t let you ignore my signs anymore. If I get this close again, run."

And So We Fall

"They sent the Angel of Death to get me? I’m flattered."

"No one sent me."

"You came on your own?! That’s breaking the rules!"

"You’re one to talk."

"What did I do to get you this mad at me?! Was it this town I saved from annihilation?"

"They will die eventually. I don’t care."

"What’s this about, then?!"

"What do you think? Why did you fall in the first place?"

"…For sleeping with mortals?"

"As a cat."

"Duh, cats are irresistible. I miss my wings, but honestly? Best form to get stuck in."

"…"

"…Not here to kill me, are you?"

Homespun Vessel

"Hey, Lobo! I got your parts!"

Death raised his head from the open bowels of his vessel. Puss in Boots glided in and landed beside the wolf with a flap of the leather wings Death had crafted for him. There was some beautiful irony in watching his creation come to life.

"Not as fashionable as my cape, but they’re very cool," the cat flaunted his wings. "So yes, I will help you upgrade your boat."

"Good," Death smirked. "You will be more comfortable when you ride it."

"Sure, eventually."

"How much for these parts?"

"One kiss," Puss winked. "Or thereabouts."

I Don't Want Your Shadow

"No… You can’t be here, this is supposed to…!"

"Make you immortal?"

Death sneered at the cat cowering inside the sealed pod:

"All this machine can do is gather data from your memories, create an approximate replica of your legend, and upload it into a robot.

"I don’t chase lifeless shams, Puss in Boots. I am here for you," Death’s sickle knocked on the glass. "You’re gonna use your last moments to ‘save’ your precious legend? Or are you gonna fight?"

Death could crush him inside the pod; instead, he waited.

Puss clenched his sword, and slammed the cancel button.

Flowers From Your Ashes

A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.

Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?

To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.

Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.

Another three lives for the cat to waste.

Until the last harvest.

Pestilential Tide

Death waited by the riverbank of Hamelin.

A black tidal wave rose and collapsed, narrowly missing the tabby running from the giant swarm of rats.

Wild-eyed, claws out, the cat growled around the ancient rat trapped in his maw, swatted fiercely at the rodents that came too close, shook off the ones that jumped on his back, without slowing down.

Puss jumped into the river, claws gripping a drifting log. The rats tried to swim to their captured leader. They got swallowed by the wild currents like black foam.

"You’re giving me a real workout," Death shook his head fondly.

Words Unspoken

Jack Horner’s wish had cataclysmic consequences.

All magical creatures were stripped of their powers or disappeared outright. Those who remained were entirely at the mercy of an all-powerful tyrant.

Puss could no longer talk, wield a sword, or stand on his hind legs. But he remembered who he was.

The wolf remembered him too. Puss had known as soon as they had met again, red eyes locked on green.

He looked from the cat to the former pie factory turned magical fortress. They were headed the same way.

Words were unnecessary. Their intent was clear:

‘We’ll take him down together.’

Doomed (A King's Choice Greg x Kerwin Drabble)

(actually more like kerwin having an unrequited love for greg)

“Loyalty and honesty are two of the most important principles in life.”

Kerwin heard from Greg, a sentence that felt almost like his own. Those words always had characterized the loyal and most versatile knight of the monarch of Niveal. Kerwin knew it, and Kerwin was also… very proud of it.

Seeing a knight as devoted and trustworthy as Greg was something that would fill anyone's chest with a contentment feeling. Or at least that was what the Prince thought.

Nevertheless, the young monarch also felt his chest heavy and clenched with those exact words.

And looking at the brunette through the crowd, so full of pride and seriousness yet with a kind smile and glance- the kind of looking that would make everyone sure that, if needed, he would be the person there to fix whatever could be wrong, the redhead felt a pang of disappointment.

When Greg met him with his gaze, Kerwin held the look into his eyes without hesitation, and that was the very moment when the poor Prince felt his heart squeezed by the pain.

Those gentle eyes suddenly turned into a hateful stare and his warm trusty expression became stern and dark.

Kerwin was raised with principles, not by his father but by his beloved mum who may rest in peace. He knew everything a Prince should know and more, he had been proving his worth and deserve of trust.

He was an honest man, more honest than his father, and more honest than every of those enemies he had been helping the new Monarch of Niveal to confront.

Not only that, but he did that not because he wanted someone in reward, but he did want his dear friend, the descendant of the King that his father had been betrayed and murdered, to be safe and victorious. He wasn't looking forward to anything, but still...

Kerwin felt that, even so, he was waiting for some recognition from Greg.

Not at first, but currently.

The redhead felt insulted every time the confident knight questioned his actions and loyalty with the Kingdom of Niveal, and Kerwin was well aware about the fact that being the son of the Usurper of the Throne it would be hard to be considered trustworthy.

But his friend, the current Monarch of Niveal, accepted him and his loyalty faster than what he thought. And then after so many battles and uncountable risks they overcame together, Kerwin had sworn eternal loyalty to Niveal’s Kingdom and its Monarch.

And even when everyone trusted him from that point on, sooner or later, he still couldn't reach Greg.

Kerwin sighed when nobody watched him, allowing himself to feel that storm in his mind.

“May I deserve him,” he murmured to himself.

It was such a stupid question, he thought, and he was sure it wasn't actually a big deal. But he also felt like he was being twisted between unfair hands.

But his whole life was unfair. Life itself. So what was he whining and complaining about? He wasn't a kid anymore.

“Let's go to the banquet hall,” Talbot said, escorting Niveal's governor side by side with Greg.

Kerwin met his eyes with Greg's one more time when they were about to leave, quietly staring into each other's gaze.

“Greg?” Talbot looked at his comrade with a questioning expression.

The mentioned one, though, didn't stop looking at the heir of Aves.

“What are you two doing?”

“Nothing,” both of them answered simultaneously, and then the monarch chuckled softly.

“Well, then…” Kerwin and Greg felt that cautious look wander over them for a few seconds, “Kerwin, Greg, let's go to the banquet hall before Lance reminds us to do so.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

No matter how hard Kerwin tried, it was clear Greg would never genuinely trust him. And deep inside he knew the knight had his reasons.

However, that didn't mean he was alright with the fact. Being always compared and recalled by him was so frustrating, he wasn't his father… he was his own person, right?

Kerwin wasn't doomed to the same path as his father.

But Kerwin was doomed to fail in his love life the minute he fell in love with the person who hated him the most.