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featuring. Aventurine — Honkai Star Rail | kink. makeup sex

synopsis. Aventurine used to be your partner in crime until he left you abruptly when a gamble went wrong, which he took all the money for, leaving you with nothing except hatred for the man. He makes up for it later on, but not with the money he owed you.

content warning. Smut, kissing, p-to-v, semi-dominant reader, submissive male lead, make-up sex, sarcastic banter, and more!..

The noise of the casino was a dull roar in your ears as you nursed a whiskey at the bar. It had been over a year since you last set foot in this place—not since that night when a careless wager ended with you being hunted and on the run.

You could feel his presence before you saw him—that arrogant aura demanding everyone's attention. Sure enough, through the crowd swaggered the man you'd hoped to never cross paths with again. Aventurine.

His violet eyes lit up in faux surprise upon finding me. "My lucky charm returns!" he exclaimed, sliding onto the stool next to yours. You grimaced. "Don't."

But Aventurine was undeterred. "Still angry, I see. Can't we put the past behind us?"

You glared sideways at him. "Do you even recall the past you're referring to? The months I spent fearing for my life because of stupidity?"

For once, a sliver of uncertainty entered his charming smirk. "It was just business, nothing personal."

Heat rose in your cheeks. In a swift motion, you grabbed his collar, yanking him nose-to-nose with you. "Just business?" you growled. "You left me for dead, leaving me to pay off a debt that wasn't mine to begin with."

Aventurine's smile is long gone now. And you took some satisfaction in seeing the unease grow in his eyes.

“You’ve grown awfully feisty,” he said, and at that moment, the noise of the casino faded into background noise as the both of you stared at each other. Aventurine's eyes roamed your face, lingering in a way that set your nerve endings alight.

You knew you should walk away; this man had caused you nothing but trouble. And yet, part of you yearned to make him understand and truly feel the pain he had inflicted so carelessly onto you.

"You're right; I've changed," you said quietly. "I'm not the naive fool who trusted you before. Now I see you for what you are.”

 Aventurine winced, the barb finding its mark. "And what am I, pray tell?"

"A selfish, reckless coward who plays with people's lives for the thrill without care for the fallout."

 He sighed, raking a hand through his golden hair. For the briefest moment, regret flashed in his amethyst gaze.

"What do you want from me?”

The open vulnerability in his question caught you off guard. Was this supposed to be an olive branch or a trap? You leaned in slowly, scanning his face for deceit.

 “An apology. I want an apology.” you repeated.

Aventurine's throat bobbed as he seemed to grasp for words. You could see the pride warring within him—he who so rarely answered to anyone. Maybe this time he realized, how his reckless actions had pushed things over the line.

"I..." He began softly, then trailed off into tense silence once more. The urge to wipe that contrite look from his face and replace it was strong. Old habits die hard.

You raised a brow, waiting expectantly for what you were owed. Aventurine sighed again, steeling himself as his eyes met with yours steadily.

"You were right to call me out. I caused you harm without thought of consequence." His voice was low, but it carried an undercurrent of raw sincerity. "For that, I'm sorry."

You searched his face for any hint of dishonesty but found only openness laid bare. Maybe this was the closest thing to regret you would ever see from him.

A heavy silence fell as his apology hung in the air. Aventurine gazed at you, with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Your apology is a start," you said at last. "But words alone won't undo the past."

Aventurine furrowed his brows, pride flickering anew at the insinuation that he was not yet redeemed. "Then what would?"

Slowly, an idea took form—one that might offer the both of you a kind of closure. You inched closer, matching his earlier brazen invasion of your personal space. Lowering your voice, you replied.

"Prove to me your regret is sincere. Prove you've learned self control."

Your gaze traced his lips and his throat, lingering in a way that made the meaning abundantly clear to him.

"Here? Now?" He whined

You tilted your head, a half-smile on your face. Unless you fear you can't prove yourself, gambler. Are the stakes too high this time?"

 Aventurine's responding smirk held a razor's edge. "Never, jewel. Name your game."

The dice were cast and your next play had begun. The both of you being all in.

Without another word, Aventurine took your hand and led you through the casino crowd, his usual swagger returning. The both of you navigated the flashing lights and clattering machines until reaching the elevators.

Once the doors closed, all pretense of space between the two of you had vanished. Aventurine pinned you against the mirrored wall of the elevator, capturing your lips in a deep longing kiss that stole your breath away. You moaned, threading your fingers through his golden locks to drag him impossibly closer.

Too soon, a cheerful ding announced you had arrived to your destined floor. Aventurine took your hand again and hurried you down the plush corridor, only pausing to scan the keycard at the door of the luxurious suite.

The lock clicked open, and the two of you tumbled inside in a tangled mess of limbs, mouths still fused together. You kicked the door shut and let Aventurine lift you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the hotel bed.

Gently, he laid you out amidst the silken sheets, hovering over you with hooded eyes that promised pleasure beyond reckoning.

"Now then," he purred. Aventurine's skilled fingers made quick work of the buttons on your shirt, brushing his fingers across your skin that raised goosebumps in their wake. You sat up to slide the fabric off and return the favor, letting your hands linger across his toned abdomen, feeling each hitch of breath under your caress.

Your lips met once again as the both of you rid each other of your clothes. Aventurine leaned back to admire his handiwork, violet eyes alight with hunger.

"Exquisite, as I remember," he murmured, tracing nonsensical patterns on your thighs and then drawing them further apart. His touch traveled upwards to the apex, that's now fully bare for him.

Two could play in torment. You rolled deftly so that you could straddle his hips, you glanced down at his need that pressed hot and rigidly against you.

Aventurine's eyes sparked with sudden intrigue, taken aback by your boldness in wrestling back control. You smiled coyly, relishing the chance to toy with him as he had done to you for so long.

Slowly, teasingly, you positioned yourself above his length, feeling him pulsing with urgency against you. But you remained still, drinking in his growing frustration with barely contained delight.

"Impatient as ever, I see," you said softly into his ear. "Maybe now you'll understand the torture of wanting and not having."

Aventurine groaned, his hands settling firmly on your hips in a silent plea. Ever the gambler, refusing to fold so easily. "Then proceed, my darling jewel. Let's see if you can best me”

His challenge spurred you on. Bracing your hands against his muscled abdomen, you gradually lowered onto his velvet length with a drawn-out moan. Aven's eyes rolled back ecstatically, though he continued biting back his release through sheer will alone.

You set a maddeningly slow pace, grinding your hips each time you were fully joined with him.

Aven' writhed, at each grind of your hips drawing sounds of pleasure and desperation from his throat. His hands clenched bruisingly against your waist as you continued the sweet torture, denying him release.

"Please..." he whimpered, the sound foreign on his usually cocky tongue. You smiled, leaning down to nibble along his jawline.

"Please what?” you breathed in his ear. "I want to hear you say it."

Aven growled in frustration and pride, battling his body's demands. You rolled your hips firmly, rubbing against that spongy spot within that sent jolts of desire piercing through him. His resolve shattered.

"Please, let me come," he gasped, clinging to you desperately. "I need you...I need to feel you fall with me."

Hearing the great Aventurine begging so prettily tore away your last shred of self-control. You quickened your pace, swirling your hips with abandon as he cried out beneath you.

"That's it; let go for me," you rasped, your own end crashing towards you in tempting waves. Two more rolls of your hips, and Aventurine threw his head back with a guttural groan, clenching impossibly tight around you as he found his peak.

The feeling of him pulsing inside dragged you relentlessly over the edge. You threw your arms around his neck to muffle your shouts of ecstasy against his skin. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through you, as Aventurine's hands splayed on your back as if trying to meld both your souls as one.

As the last waves of euphoria washed over the two of you Aventurine’s hands gently traced soothing patterns up and down your back. You lay breathless against his chest, savoring the peaceful afterglow.

Aventurine pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “Let's do it one more time.” “I believe I haven't redeemed myself just yet..”

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𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

 N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

"Yeahhh”  you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

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ᱬ⛧ lipstick ~ s. gojo

sum: everyone knows your fiancé loves buying and giving you gifts - no one would guess which was his favourite.

pairing: satoru gojo x fiancée! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. blowjob/handjob, reader gets called princess/sweets/sweetheart, slightly sub gojo, implied public sex, generalised swearing.

a/n: based on sfw videos i’ve seen floating around, why not add a twist heh. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 970

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist

satoru gojo loves nothing more than spoiling you rotten because he’s filthy rich and one of his love languages is gift-giving. he doesn’t care how much it costs, you’re worth every penny.

the latest model of your phone that’s only been out a few hours? that outfit you’ve had your eye on for a few months now? that car you made a passing comment about? you can bet they're now yours - each with a hint of baby blue somewhere as a nod to who you belong to.

despite all the lavish gifts, no one would ever suspect that satoru gojo’s favourite thing to buy you is lipstick. he loves the various colours that compliment your skin tone, and the way you move your mouth when applying the colour before pressing your lips together to make sure they’re covered.

he never knew there were so many types of lipstick until he dated you - matte, sheer, creamy and a whole load more. of course, he took the time to get to know each one and know your personal favourites.

however, both of you know the main reason he buys you a ton of lipsticks and who were you to complain, especially when you had him in a panting mess.

“f-fuck baby, please. colour me some more with those, shit, pretty lips of yours”. the groan that left satoru’s throat had you humming, doe eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you moved your lips with a pop. sucking in a breath as you continued to move the hand you had wrapped around the base of his cock.

“somebody’s impatient”. two simple words that had him throwing his head back with a groan as he lifted his hips, trying desperately to get any sort of friction from your hand. much like any other time, you’d placed your new lipstick upon your lips and pressed them together in a kiss to make sure you’d applied the colour properly, and as usual, your fiancé watched eagerly with trained eyes chewing on his bottom lip.

once you turned to show him, satoru stepped towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he took a few seconds to look at you before attaching his lips to your neck, nibbling at the skin as you let your head fall back, hands grabbing at his jacket to steady yourself. after a few antagonising minutes, he faced you again before smirking, hands gripping your hips. “i think you know what i want, sweets”.

glancing at the clock you hummed out before nodding your head, guiding him to the bed and pushing him down. “of course i do, but make it quick, i’d hate to miss our dinner date, toru”.

looking back at those blue eyes you fell in love with, you placed your free hand on top of the one now gripping your hair and smirked. as much as you’d love to tease him longer, you both had to leave soon so while continuing to move your hand, you began to place soft kisses on his thighs and near the base of his cock, much to his amusement. “h-ah, princess, making sure to colour me, fuck, pretty”.

pulling away from the final kiss you placed, you let out an innocent giggle and looked back up at him. “of course, toru, got to make sure i leave my mark one way or another, these ones are temporary until later”. before he had time to retort, you placed another kiss on the head of cock before sliding your lips down, hollowing out your cheeks as you worked your mouth and hand in tandem, taking in every detail and vein you could.

you knew he was close by the way his legs strained and breathing quickened, abs tensing slightly as he helped you move your head with the hand wrapped in your hair, sinful noises falling from his parted lips. with a few more hard sucks you felt his cock tense and he spurted ropes of his come at the back of your throat, panting to catch his breath as you pulled off with a pop, milky white fluid slipping out the corner of your lip.

bringing your fingers up to your lip, you swiped up the slither of cum and smirked as you looked at it, slipping your fingers into your mouth as you sucked them clean, eyes never leaving the man above you.

“f-fuck, sweetheart, if we didn’t have to go to dinner, i’d make sure you couldn’t walk for a week”. looking you over he ran a hand through his hair, huffing out a sneaky breath before he smirked at you again. “on second thoughts, we have time for a quickie don’t we, sweets?”. standing, you leaned forward and helped him fix his trousers, patting his cheek with a grin. “hmmm… sure you would think that, toru. you’re just going to have to wait until we come home”.

walking back to the dresser you touched up your lipstick, fixing your outfit before you turned to face satoru who’d walked to your side. placing a hand on his shoulder, you stood on your toes and placed your lips to his neck leaving a colourful imprint of your lips on his skin.

you knew he wouldn’t wipe it away, wearing it as a badge of honour while out with you. you also knew that you’d never make it back home before he had pressed against the seat in the back of his car, fucking into you relentlessly as you cry out for him to let you breathe for a moment as payback for not letting him have a quickie with you earlier.

out of all the gifts satoru gojo buys you - lipstick is hands down his favourite, and your favourite too.

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ᱬ⛧ toying around ~ s. gojo

sum: when a dare you gave your boyfriend ended up biting you in the backside - now you’re a mess and he’s loving it.

pairing: satoru gojo x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. toy play, implied exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected p in v, implied c warming, gojo is a cocky mf, implied multiple rounds, reader gets called sweets/good girl, general swearing.

a/n: i’m back after being away for a bit - enjoy some toy play/kink with our favourite white-haired sorcerer. originally wrote with another character but it's time to shake it up. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,304

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist

rubbing your legs together, you chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to relieve some of the pressure you felt within your core as the knot in your gut tightened slowly with each passing second.

unfortunately, the more you pressed your legs together, the more the pressure and pleasure increased. why did you have to be a smart mouth and give a dare to your boyfriend? you were sure he wouldn't take you up on it, mainly due to him not wanting to draw attention to you both, but to your dismay, he did. glancing up, you took in the mass of snow-white hair before letting a small whimper pass your swollen lips.

placing your head down on the table, you let out another soft moan, only to be met with a chuckle as blue eyes took in your current state. "you know i’ll only turn it up if you keep acting like that, (y/n)". the obvious glee in his voice made you growl, mentally debating whether you should punch him for being so cocky.

after a few moments, a small gasp slipped past your lips as you lost your train of thought to your soon-to-be impending doom. "h-ah, fuck, t-toru, please, this isn't f-fair". you whined out a little more than you intended at the pleasure you felt building as you lifted your head, the smirk on his lips adding fuel to your fire despite wanting to now connect your hand with his head - in a slap of hate or a grip of lust, you didn’t know which at this point any more.

you were going to make him pay for this next time, even if it killed you.

"well, you shouldn't have dared me to do this, then you wouldn't be in this situation now would you, sweets?”. satoru leaned his head on his hand as he looked you over, a small smirk appearing at the blush spreading across your face before he clicked another button on the remote he held under the table. his smirk widened at your reaction as you lifted your head and let it fall back, sucking in a breath as you tried to steady the pounding in your chest.

a few seconds later, a moan louder than you intended passed your lips as you let your head drop back down, causing people passing you both to look, raising their brows in questioning. “oh my, you're such a naughty girl aren't you, (y/n)?". his eyes racked over your somewhat dishevelled state as you bit your lip in an attempt to stifle the moan you could feel clawing at your throat.

you’d be damned if you gave him the satisfaction again, but it was so hard not to give in. after a few more agonisingly slow moments, satoru decided you'd had enough torment for the day. lifting his hand, he motioned for you to sit beside him, your body moving slowly, you manoeuvred around the round booth seat until you sat directly beside him. “as much as i like to tease and torture you with our little toys for a little while longer, i think you've endured enough for now".

his words were soothing as he lowered his hand, fingers caressing your thigh, drawing patterns for a moment before slipping under your skirt and into your underwear. taking a moment to press your clit, you sucked in a breath as you felt skilled fingers rub circles. the same fingers that were toying with you moved further down your wet pussy, slipping past the small ring of resistance with ease before reaching deep inside, savouring the feeling of your slightly pulsating walls, pulling out the soaked love egg vibrator much to his amusement.

a small moan of relief and loss sounded from you as you shuffled a little more, the fire deep within you never ceasing as your walls tried to clench around something that wasn’t there anymore. "t-toru, it's still too m-much for me”.

your soft whimpers lulled him slightly as you closed your eyes, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm the raging urge to jump him. you had been so close to that beautiful high that would have you seeing stars but it was cruelly ripped away.

soft fingers brushed against your neck while moving some of your hair, your eyes opening as you tilted your head slightly looking over your boyfriend. you were distracted and he took that as the perfect opportunity to drag a moan of both surprise and pleasure from you, before muffling any further sounds that dared to come out. the oh-so-familiar feeling of being stretched by long fingers made your eyes roll slightly, fluttering shut as the feeling of your end began building again.

amid your distraction, satoru had managed to slip two long fingers into your slick cunt, stretching your walls to the shape of his fingers as he began moving at a slow and almost painful pace. sure it wasn't the pace you had hoped for from him but to feel a part of him inside you, instead of the toy, was fair play.

pulling back from you slightly, hot breath ghosting against your lips, satoru tilted your chin and smiled softly. "you know, maybe we should take advantage of being in this booth. after all, you handled my little toy extremely well, sweets and i think we both know you’d much rather have something else inside you. something that you can really grip onto and lose your mind over".

scanning your eyes over his, you pulled his lip between your teeth and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair at the base of his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp slightly. now it was your turn to enjoy the quiet moans from deep in his throat before he played his hands on your hips, nails pressing into your skin. you didn’t know if you were trying to beg or demand with the way you were moving, but either way, he was right and you were impatient as fuck. hands guided your body to sit on his lap, facing away from him as you felt the welcome stretch of his cock pushing into your pussy, covering your mouth as you muffled the moan that slipped out.

“f-fuck, that’s it, my fucking sweet girl~”. tender kisses were peppered on your neck as you felt his hips begin to lift, pressing the head of his cock further into you, your insides moulding once again to the shape of him as you clenched around him, your body not wanting to let him slip out so easily this time around, unlike the egg vibrator from earlier that now rested in his pocket.

“~let’s see how many times i can make you come before our food arrives. if you’re quiet and good, i’ll make sure to rip those sweet sounds from your throat later on tonight when i have you pinned beneath me in bed”.

his words hit you as you let your head fall down, clenching around him once again as you moved your hips slowly, making sure to not draw too much attention to the fact you were being stretched open in pure bliss for anyone to see.

of course, you were a good girl for him, legs trembling as you came undone on his cock, your slick dripping over his lap and your thighs and you panted into your hand, eyes closing as you felt him pat your thigh.

and of course, he was true to his word, having you come undone once again, this time beneath him as he ripped sweet moan after sweet moan for your throat as he filled you up until he had nothing but blanks left to give you as he pulled you into every possible position he could.

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 final thoughts of rockstar fiancé! sukuna - leaving the content of this one a surprise!

final continuation of rockstar! sukuna thoughts.

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part 3 word count: 2,544 | series word count: 4,975

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rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s become softer thanks to the time he spent with you. of course he’d only show his softer side when you’re around or when he thinks no one’s looking cause no one would ever catch him being soft and get away with it.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who watches you throw yourself headfirst into wedding planning. everything has to be perfect and what you had planned, even he was surprised but couldn’t help but smile because it was so you and who was he to stop you?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s stopped planning tours and being in the studio because you’re both so close to being married. nothing and no one was going to take him away from the final moments before you’re both stuck with the other for the rest of your lives.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s more aware of the paparazzi presence when you’re both out and about that’s he takes it upon himself to make sure they’re not able to get any photos of you both. he’ll take any measures to make damn sure of that. wearing the same clothes as past times? check. anti-paparazzi clothing? check.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who is completely lost when it comes to suit shopping. who knew that shopping for something that he’d wear on one of the biggest days of his life was so damn hard? he had to drag his nephew, football player! yuji, with him just to help him pick something out.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who helps you with the final touches of the intimate wedding you’ve planned, it’s not that you don’t want your fans to know you’re married, but it’s because you’ve got an idea in mind to let them know once you’ve spent some time together once the wedding is over.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, on his stag night, keeps an eye on what he drinks because he wants to return to you in one piece and not end up tied to the lamppost like he keeps seeing while about. let’s face it though, no one would ever try, football player! yuji got close but he slipped away at the last second.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who checks his phone to see if you messaged him while out on your hen night, seeing the odd text from your best friend/bandmate who keeps him updated on how you’re doing - totally not dropping you in it when they tell him you’ve sobbed for half an hour because you’re drunk and you miss him.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s teases you about that night for a few days afterwards, much to his amusement and your embarrassment. of course you know he means it out of love so you let him off for now. you’d get your own back on him soon enough.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who’s posting, almost daily, photos of you two to his own personal insta, capturing moments that he loves the most of you, of you counting down the days until you’re both married.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, on the night before you’re meant to spend time away from him, goes all out with snacks, a takeaway and your favourite show just so he can help calm not only your nerves but his as well - people would think he’d spend that night ruining you but he’ll save that for the wedding night. after all, his soon-to-be wife needs all her strength.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, after saying goodbye to you the day after, spends most of the time sending random texts to you - photos he sees, videos/posts he likes, because you’re sure to like them and not because the idiot misses having you with him. he feels like you’re off touring again.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, when it finally arrives to the day he’s going to marry you is a bag of nerves - the way he felt when he asked you out or to marry him pales in comparison to how he feels right now. hell, he’ll even take being on stage for the first time over this feeling right now. he honestly feels like he could throw up.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who fiddles with his fingers while he stares towards the back of the church, not daring to turn around for fear that he might pass out. was it too hot in here all of a sudden?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who bites his lips before letting out a breath as he turns around the moment he hears the music play as you walk down the aisle. he swears he’s forgotten how to breathe at the sight of you. you’re a picture of beauty and he can’t believe you’re about to be his wife in a matter of moments. is someone cutting onions in here?

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who becomes a stuttering mess when he’s tasked with speaking his vows, the feeling of your thumb running across his knuckles to calm him down working slowly. you had little ways of making sure he was feeling confident no matter what and this was one of them.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who becomes rockstar husband! sukuna once the priest states he can kiss his bride. he’s never pulled you to him so quickly until now, dipping you in a loving kiss as cheers sound behind you both.

rockstar husband! sukuna who spends the entire time of the reception whispering what he’s going to do to you when he gets you alone in the honeymoon suite of the hotel you were both going back to. chuckling deeply at how you stammer and blush when you push his shoulder, offering your own giggle.

rockstar husband! sukuna who tunes everyone out when you’re both sharing your first dance together, his arms wrapped around your waist with your around his neck, mouth close to your ear as he sings along for you and only you to hear. you missed hearing him sing to you for the past month. that much so you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders as you closed your eyes.

rockstar husband! sukuna who’s quick to pull you away from the guests and back to the hotel room. he feels like he’s waited too damn long to be alone with you and you being in your dress, it’s not helping his thoughts of ruining you until you’re a sobbing mess.

rockstar husband! sukuna who wastes no time hiking your dress up to your hips once he’s got you bent over the bed, slipping your wedding night lingerie to the side as he sinks two fingers deep into your welcoming pussy.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, despite wanting nothing more than having you writhing beneath him, takes his time stretching out your walls enjoying the sounds you make, begging him to stop teasing you and fuck you. your warm core clenching around his digits before you feel the cold of his wedding ring against you.

rockstar husband! sukuna who soon grows impatient, leaving you whimpering for a moment before you feel his fingers being replaced by his cock, earning a moan of delight as you grip the sheets underneath you.

rockstar husband! sukuna who loves the sound of you moaning his name as you push yourself back into him, his hand coming around your neck to lift you up against his chest, his other hand coming to rest just under your navel as he pushes into you harder with each thrust. he loved the feeling of you wriggling as you tried to match his thrusts.

rockstar husband! sukuna who fucks you on every surface in the hotel room that he can, clothes scattered all over the floor much like the marks on both your bodies. he may or may not go multiple times on different surfaces.

rockstar husband! sukuna who finishes with his favourite position of all - the lotus. he loves the way he can feel closer than close to you this way, and how he can reach deeper inside you, making you lose your mind as you come on his cock, walls milking him closer to his own orgasm before he comes himself, hot seed flooding deep within you as you feel him twitching.

rockstar husband! sukuna who cuddles you closer to him when you’ve both had enough, breath returning to normal along with drumming heartbeats. his hand drawing patterns on your skin as you fall asleep, a soft smile on your face.

rockstar husband! sukuna who never thought, in a million years, he’d be laying in bed with his new wife but here he was. if somebody had told his younger self that’s where he’d be right now, he’d have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off - he was always a solo player who would never settle down, at least he had you to thank for changing that.

rockstar husband! sukuna who spends the next few weeks away on honeymoon with you, away from prying eyes, watching the way your face lights up as you both take photos and videos, posting to your personal instas for your close friends to see. comments and likes of encouragement making you both smile.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, when you’re both ready to let the rest of the world you’re married, makes sure everything’s perfect, even flying out to the only location you both know would let you pull off your plan and favourite announcement to date.

rockstar husband! sukuna who mirrors a post put up by you a day after you land and head to the chapel, making sure to capture all the moments you both needed to thanks to photographer! uraume. the polaroids were definitely the favourite part of your announcement as they had a little something extra special you wanted everyone to know.

rockstar husband! sukuna who presses post to his public insta with the photos you both decided would be best to announce to everyone you’re finally married to the infamous bad boy. “two months on and it still feels like a fever dream. here’s to having the most kick ass-wife any fucker could ask for and the best baby momma @/itsherduh - can’t wait to start the next chapter with you”. the final photo being one he took of you that showed off your slightly swollen tummy.

rockstar husband! sukuna who, like every other time, takes a candid photo of you asleep, this time with his hand on your tummy, fingers placed gently on yours and posts it to his personal insta with the caption “can’t wait for this next chapter with you, my dove”.

rockstar husband! sukuna who’s not afraid to admit he’s scared of being a dad, he didn’t have the best life growing up and he didn’t want to fail if he could help it. who slowly feels reassured the more you comfort him - he needs to not listen to his demons so much.

rockstar husband! sukuna who makes sure you’re kept a close eye on when you go back on a short tour. after all, you were in a fragile state and he wanted to make sure you were protected more than anything, especially since he found out you were pregnant with twins. little does he know that your final tour will be the one where he finds out what your twins will be. a little surprise you couldn’t wait to pull off.

rockstar husband! sukuna who watches on from the side before joining you on stage for your final performance before you step away, putting your soon-to-be family first and getting ready to welcome your twins into the world in a few short months. who finds out, thanks to not only the crowd gathered but also your band’s stage team, that your twins are a boy and a girl.

rockstar husband! sukuna who gives you the biggest kiss he could muster at that time, he was overcome with emotions and the way both the crowd cheered and you clung onto him tipped him over the edge - lifting you up into a hug as he spun you around.

rockstar husband! sukuna who starts a small tour the week after yours had ended, only to end a month later - he wanted to be as close as possible to you as you were due to give birth soon. nothing and no one else mattered to him right now.

rockstar husband! sukuna who soon becomes rockstar twin dad! sukuna when you both welcome your babies into the world. he’s never felt as much love for you as he had done right at that moment as you held the two babies close to you.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who makes sure that not only you but the twins were kept away from prying eyes as you both adjusted to your new lives together, making sure to announce the arrival of your children to both your fan bases with a simple polaroid of you both cradling a twin - a look of pure love showing as you smiled down at the baby in your arm. “introducing the newest members of our journey together. @/itsherduh wonder woman has fuck all on you”.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who posts another photo to his personal insta again, this time showing you with your hair in a messy bun, his hoodie on and you cuddle your twins, a loving smile on your face. “you may think you look like shit, but your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid eyes on. thank you for blessing me, my dove”.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who, despite your protests that you’re a mess and he’d be better off finding someone who’s prettier because you’re disgusting, refuses to leave your side. sure your body may have changed thanks to carrying his children but he’d be damned if you think he’s going to be in the arms of someone else.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who helps you through your moments of self-doubt when it comes to what you’re doing for not only the twins but how you feel about yourself. who spends time showering you with love and affection, wiping tears of self-doubt away as he holds you in his arms.

rockstar twin dad! sukuna who reminds you daily, hell hourly if needed, that he loves you regardless of how you look, that you’re more beautiful to him because of what you’ve gone through. who, when you’re pinned beneath him in the throes of pleasure as he makes love to you, takes his time to kiss your stretch marks and whisper how they make you look more gorgeous than ever.

rockstar! sukuna who ultimately never thought he’d be where he was, with a wife and twins playing happy families. who looks at you with so much love and devotion when you’re around him. who loves his twins more than life itself. who’ll show you all off and spoil you all rotten at every given opportunity.

rockstar! sukuna who thanks whatever divine being out there for letting him be the one who stole your heart, and vice versa, from the moment you saw each other backstage at your concert all the time ago. for being the one you fell deeper in love with and for being the one who he can spend the rest of his life with.

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 more thoughts of rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who may or may not end up becoming rockstar fiancé! sukuna.

continuation of rockstar! sukuna thoughts.

ageless/minors dni. 18+ content scattered below. not limited to p in v, video sex, generalised nsfw. f! reader.

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part 2 word count: 1,209 | series word count: 4,975

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist | part 1 | part 3

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at every given opportunity, will use samples of you in his music - voice, video, photos? all check. after all, he wants to show you off to the world - especially with photos that leave little to the imagination while protecting your dignity.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has a space for you on his tour bus and vice versa. fuck what his bandmates had to say, he wanted you beside him whenever one of you wasn’t touring.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who at every given opportunity will take photos and videos of you, be that of you writing your band's next hit song or when the two of you are cuddled up in bed after fucking, and every moment in between.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, while fucking you in the nastiest positions you could imagine, marks you in a way he knows everyone out there will see. the thought of everyone seeing exactly who you belong to gets him off.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who spends more time backstage at your concerts, that much so that it would be considered weird if he wasn’t dating you. not that he would care what those losers would say, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who doesn’t show it but he misses you so goddamn much whenever you’re both touring at the same time. he hates spending time apart from you, everything feels so empty.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who makes the most of the private album he has on his phone in times like that. an album that’s full of the most dirty pictures and videos of you. that one picture of you looking completely fucked out after he had you in a mating press? that video of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at an alarming rate? that audio of you moaning out his name as you begged him to let you come? he’s got those and more. after all, he needs to make sure he remembers you in every way possible.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who will occasionally video call you when he’s keeping himself busy just so he can see your reaction when he moans out your name, growling that he’ll be back soon enough and you can make up for all the lost time he’s had to use his hand to pump his cock.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who also video calls you when you’re both touring so he can keep you company when you’re feeling a little down being in another country to him. who lets you fall asleep while on call as he knows it’s the only way you’ll get a good sleep and wake up feeling more refreshed. he’s counting down the days until you're back home.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s waiting for you at the airport for your band to land when your tour finally ended. he said it was purely so he could keep the paparazzi off you but in reality, he wanted to be the first person you saw when you stepped through the doors. big smile on your face as you wrap your arms around him, whispers of how much you've missed him making him smile softly.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite your protests, takes you out for a meal that night, being sure to wine and dine you because he missed the fuck out of you. who’s also buttering you up so he can be head first and cock first in between your legs when he gets you back through the front door of his apartment.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who might look like someone who doesn’t even know the meaning of the word soft but clearly he does, especially when he has you pinned down under him, thrusts into you soft and slow despite wanting to ruin you again. soft kisses and words as he silences you with kisses. after all, you need to rest your voice after such a long tour. you'll be the only one who will see this side of him, no one else and you love it as much as you love him.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, despite never thinking he’d ever find someone to love cause he truly believed the whole thing was bullshit, cuddles your closer to him, not wanting to let you go. arms wrapped around you and hand stroking your hair as you rested your hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart, possibly inspiring a new song knowing you.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who has to make sure everything is perfect, not being on the stage while planning something this big made him more nervous than he expected. give him a big audience and his bad-boy persona - that was a walk in the park compared to this.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who waits for you to come back from shopping before you head over to his place, helping you make some food before you both sit down on the sofa with a notebook in your hand. ideas bouncing off each other as his leg bounced in anxiety. he had to pick the right time.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, at the moment you ask him what should go in this verses last line, blurts out “you gonna marry me or what woman?” before taking in your bewildered expression, eyes wide.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who’s suddenly become full blown nervous as he looks at you, throat drying up and heart pounding so erratically it could burst from his chest. who feels like the seconds have begun to drag as he waits for you to respond, that’s if you ever did.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who, for probably the first time in his life, becomes deflated and quickly removes his hand from his pocket trying to distract himself, not paying attention to the huge smile on your face before you’re pouncing on top of him with a laugh, arms wrapping around him and you muttered back “I think the new line of the chorus should be of course i’ll marry you, you fucking idiot”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who looks at you confused as you smile brightly, cupping his face and placing a hard kiss on his lips. who’s still as confused as you pull back, thumb rubbing his cheek as you hum out a quick “i said of course i’ll marry you”.

rockstar boyfriend! sukuna who becomes rockstar fiancé! sukuna when he finally slips the ring onto your finger, taking a moment to admire the fact you’re one step closer to not only being with him for the rest of your lives but taking his name as yours.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who, a few days later, posts to his public insta account for the first time in a good few months, with a photo of you and him, hands up showing off the ring you wore while doing your signature poses with your other hand. “who wouldn’t say no to me? future mrs r.s. coming soon @/itsherduh”.

rockstar fiancé! sukuna who smirks at the comments that ping through his phone as he glances over to you lying on the bed, snapping a quick photo, this one being posted to his private insta this time with the caption “here’s to the rest of eternity together, my dove”.

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Tested by Time - Chapter 3 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

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chapter warnings; none

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; it's time to visit the museum and see what you can find with Yami, with the help of someone, you find something unexpected.

a/n; and she returns with the long awaited 3rd chapter, a quick note, you know of the spirit, you’ve just not met him in person yet until now.

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 2

Just as quickly as you had been asked, the next day came around and before you knew it, you were ready and stood outside the museum. Glancing down at the watch on your wrist, you saw you were earlier than you thought, maybe you were more keen than you had let on for this. Looking to the side, you watched as people walked in and out, excited chatter from them filling the air as you leaned against the wall. Your gaze then moves to the banners on either side of the door, taking in their design and the text. You didn't think this would be popular but like yourself, there were plenty of people who loved to learn about a place like Ancient Egypt. Turning your attention back to outside the museum, you caught the tri-coloured hair of the male you were meeting.

Walking down the steps, you walked forward and waved with a bright smile. Soft eyes looked at you before the male waved back, rushing quickly to your side. The action leaves them slightly out of breath, much to your amusement. "Thanks for doing this, (y/n), I know the spirit is excited as well". Letting out a giggle, you nodded and looked over your shoulder at the building. "It's no problem at all, Yugi, really. I've been eager to come here for a while, now I have the perfect reason". Looking back to Yugi, you tilted your head slightly. "Say Yugi, what should I call the spirit?".

Your question had taken both the young boy and the spirit of the puzzle by surprise. No one has ever asked what he should be called. Most people just referred to him as Yugi or the other Yugi, but you wanted to know what he wanted. Pondering, the young boy looked to the floating male at his side, waiting for his answer. After a few minutes of silence, your friend spoke out, giving you the answer, to which you smiled and nodded. "Yami, you can call him Yami".

When the coast was clear, the young boy stepped back before a bright light shone causing you to cover your eyes slightly. When the light dimmed and you glanced back up, you saw a slightly taller male standing there. His gaze was sharper, his eyes more stern and his hair a little bit different in style. Looking him over, you hummed and held your hand for him, offering a bright smile. "I take it you're Yami, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm (y/n) but I guess you already know that". Looking down at your hand, the spirit took a moment to take in what had happened before he looked back up at you. Now that he was using Yugi's body, he could get a good look at you. He could see why Yugi talked about you most of the time. Taking a hold of your hand, he gave it a firm shake and gave back a half smirk. "That's correct. It's nice to meet you too, (y/n)".

Looking down at your hands, something felt right about it. Sure, it was your friend's body being used but when Yami took over, things changed. The hand you held onto felt strong yet familiar at the same time. Deciding now would be a great time to let go, you laughed nervously before motioning behind you. "Let's get in there and see what we can find".

Once inside, surrounded by the exhibition on Ancient Egypt, you sighed in relief as you felt yourself relax. You didn't want to make a bad impression but you were almost certain you had done. Taking a moment to look around, you gauged where everything was, making a mental note of the best displays to look at before turning your gaze to Yami. "Okay, so I think I see some displays that might be a good starting point, but if you see anything let me know and we'll check it out". At hearing your words, Yami nodded and followed you to one of the displays, taking in how you spoke and the way your face lit up when you mentioned anything Egyptian. It was a sight that made him feel at ease. After a few minutes of you both being there, the spirit felt himself being pulled towards something at the back of the room. The footsteps beside you receded while you continued to gaze at the artefact in front of you.

A moment later, you looked to your side ready to ask the spirit's opinion on something, only to be met with a space. Turning around, you scanned the room but caught no sight of him. Sighing, you walked forward and began searching everywhere you could, finding anyone but the person you were looking for. After a good few minutes, you stopped before a door at the back of the room and bent over, letting out a frustrated noise and you wiped the palms of your hands on your legs. You were tasked with one thing, and one thing only yet you couldn't even do that. "Ahh, my Queen, it's nice to see you're finally here". The sound of the voice caught you off guard as you stood up and spun on your heel, coming face to face with the young woman who you'd seen in the papers a few days prior. The one in charge of running the exhibition, Ishizu Ishtar. "I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else~".

The dark-haired woman shook her head with a smile before stepping forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I assure you I don't. I have something useful for you". Taking a step back, she motioned to her side before a male stepped forward, holding something in his hands for you. Looking from the item to the Ishizu, you held a hand out and let it hover over the item. Did you dare touch it, let alone take it? "Please, my Queen. We've been keeping this safe for five thousand years, it should be returned to you". Before you could protest any more, the item was placed in your hands. Looking it over, you felt a sense of familiarity from it. "Now, that door behind you, head on through and you'll find the person you've been looking for down the stairs".

Nodding your head, you turned around and walked through the door, descending the steps until you reached the bottom. For some reason, you trusted her words and her. Like she was someone you once knew. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps, you placed the item in your hands close to your chest before you walked forward, turning your head to either side to see if you could find him. "Yami! Are you down here!?". Up ahead, there was a noise which sounded like an answer to your question. Moving forward, you turned the corner and found the male you were searching for. "Here you are, I was wondering~". You stopped talking when you caught the tablet in front of you. You were almost positive you nearly broke your neck from the quickness of the double take you had done. Standing there in front of you was the person on the tablet, or you thought it was. "Yami?".

The spirit looked at your confused face before looking back at the tablet, you felt how he had when he first saw it. However, he'd had a good amount of time to get used to what he was seeing, taking in what the ancient tablet depicted. The more he looked at it, the more it felt like it was something from his past, that depicted his life before everything he knew was wiped from his memory. "It appears to be some form of ancient duel between the Pharoah and one of his advisors. I admit it's a bit of a shock to see someone who looks like me up there". Casting his gaze on you, he took note of the item you had ahold of. "I see you've found something as well. Anything important?".

Looking in slight confusion, it took you a moment to realise he was talking about the item you'd been given upstairs. Moving it from your chest, you placed a hand on top of it and nodded. "I hope so, it's a book of some kind but I'm not entirely sure what yet but fingers crossed it's something good". You turned your attention back to the tablet and noticed a section faded like it had been purposely damaged so it couldn't be read. "Say, you think this was important? Looks like something's been worn away on purpose". Raising your hand, you placed it on the glass in front of you as you took a step closer, there was nothing on this tablet aside from an image that screamed out to the both of you. That left the book in your possession, there had to be something in it and there was only one way to find out.

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Tested by Time - Chapter 2🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; implied sexual content

chapter word count; 2.2k+

chapter summary; when you think things couldn’t get more “real”, you were sadly mistaken. the next memory you have feels slight more real that you could have ever imagined. plus, when a request from help comes from a familiar face, who are you to refuse?

a/n; after a long wait, here’s the newest chapter of Tested by Time. first posted to Ao3, this comes a few weeks later. as always, hope you enjoy!

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 3

Letting out a yawn you stretched and rolled over, grabbing ahold of your phone as another message alert rang out. Thanks to the constant back and forth from the people in your friend group, specifically two people, you were up earlier than you would have loved on your day off. Unlocking your phone, you quickly scanned your messages and rolled your eyes, what was supposed to be a conversation about what you were all doing for the day ended up with some back and forth between Tristan and Joey, who ignored what others were saying to them. Typical as always.

Letting out a sigh, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. You needed to freshen up for the day and no doubt you’d be done before a plan was made. After selecting your outfit and placing it to the side, you grabbed everything you needed and made your way to the bathroom. Turning on the taps for your bath. Warm began to fill the air as the mirror up from your sink started to steam over, causing your reflection to slowly distort. For the past few days, your dreams had been normal, nothing out of the ordinary and for that you were thankful. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle any more.

Shutting the water off, you stripped out of your bedclothes and slowly stepped into the bath, letting out a content sigh as the water wrapped around you. If it was one thing you loved about being at home after a long week, it was your bath. Sure, showers proved useful but sometimes all you wanted to do is relax. Slipping down a little, you rested your head against the edge of the bath and closed your eyes for a moment. Enjoying the calmness.

Soft chatter died down as a door was shut, a lone figure sighing out as they leaned against it. The day has been as long as it has been busy and the Queen was ready to relax with a bath. Pushing off the door, the young woman walked forward and glanced around, smiling softly at the various items left on the side for her. Lifting her hands, she pushed the straps of her outfit down off her shoulders and allowed the garment to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Stepping out, the Queen bent over and picked it up, placing it to the side as she took off some of her jewellery, the bigger items being laid gently to the side, smaller items being kept on her figure.

When she was bare, she stepped forward and slowly walked into the large pool, the cool water a welcoming feeling on her warm skin. With all the madness going on in the palace, times like this felt like a breath of fresh air, especially when she already felt out of place. Stepping further into the pool, the young Queen took a breath and held it, plunging herself underneath for a few seconds before emerging and wiping her eyes. Repeating the process a few times before she was satisfied with how much she had cooled down. Looking around, she turned her body and moved gently towards the side, sitting down on the steps that she walked down. Unaware of the eyes that watched her closely.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there in her own world, tuned out of everything around her, as the feeling of the water shifting beside her made her look. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, she pushed the shoulder of the other person and smiled, lying her head on the place she pushed a few seconds earlier. “I was wondering how long it would have been before you joined me, my love”.

Looking up, she saw the visible tiredness on the male's face and sighed softly. She hated seeing him so worn out, he needed a break as much as the next person. Of course, he had things he had to attend to, being the Pharaoh meant he had duties, a lot of them but he needed time off now and then. Sitting forward, she shifted herself so she knelt behind him, hands rubbing small circles across his back as she felt him relax. “That’s it, feels so great am I right?”.

Leaning over his shoulder she looked at him and smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before moving back to what she was doing. The feeling of him relaxing more made her smile humming softly as she continued for a few more minutes, moving to sit by his side when she was finished. The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

The water began to move as the young Queen turned her head, tilting it as she watched what her husband was doing. In a second he was behind her, hands resting on her hips as he pulled her close to him. Looking to the side, she opened her mouth to speak before giggling at the look she saw. A look that only she got to see made itself known on his features before disappearing as he lowered his head to the nape of her neck. “You know, (e/n), I could think of better ways to relax or ways you could put those fingers of yours to use”.

The heat she felt creep across her face was similar to the hot days Ra provided. They’d been married for a good while now but he still made her blush with the words he spoke to her when they were alone. The feeling of fingers slowly trailing over her skin made her shiver, biting back a small moan when his touches moved lower. The Pharaoh would be her undoing, making her fall apart as she lost her mind to the throes of pleasure, bringing her back to earth with a crash when it was all over, and right now, this was no different. “Here of all places, ———?”.

Looking as best as she could, she saw the desire in his eyes before their positions changed, her new perch being the bare lap of her husband as she felt just how much he wanted her. His eagerness was hard to hide. Fingers moved further down her body slowly moving along her slit, threatening to slip into her core at any point, his other hand reaching up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. The chuckle that echoed at her moans made her push herself closer to her other half. “I think we both know we’d never make it back to our chambers before I took you again today, besides~”.

The hand on her chest moved, causing a small whimper to sound before she felt her face being cupped slightly. Forced to look into amethyst-coloured eyes, the Queen tried her hardest to resist the building desire in her gut. They’d already been close to each other earlier in the day before they were both caught up in their duties. A loud moan sounded as fingers pushed past her lower lips, slipping into her throbbing core. “~I heard water makes for good pleasure. I guess we should try it”.

Opening your eyes you sat up and panted, some water splashing on the floor as you breathed heavily. Looking around you saw you were alone, your heart beating erratically as you tried to calm down. Of all the visions, dreams, whatever you wanted to call them at this point, this one felt the most real. The touches, the voices everything felt so real. Looking down at your body, you could still make out the trail the fingers took before blushing slightly, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. “I’m losing it”.

Deciding it was best to get out you pulled the plug and stepped out of the water, wrapping a towel around you. You had to get out of your bathroom, even if it was for a minute to gather yourself before you set foot back inside. Walking out to your bedroom you reached your bed and grabbed your phone, seeing a few tags in your group chat asking if the plans were okay with you. Tapping out a quick reply that said anything was fine with you, you sent another letting them know to go ahead you’d catch up.

Placing your phone down you took a moment to sigh out, trying to think of anything else other than what had just happened. As you turned around and began to walk back towards the room you had come from, the sound of your phone pinging again several times caught your attention. Part of you told you to ignore it, it was just the group chat but another part of you willed you to check it out. Listening to that half, you walked back to your bed and grabbed your phone only to see several messages from Yugi.

Tilting your head in confusion, you unlocked your phone and read through what he had sent.

Starfish:

Hey (y/n), before you go and meet the gang, can you stop by mine?

We’ll go and meet them together, plus I have something I need to ask you!

You’re the only one who can help in this situation.

Blinking a few times, you reread over the message a couple of times, seemed a bit out of the ordinary but you weren’t one to ignore a friend in need.

Butterfly:

YUGI!

Hey, of course, I shouldn’t be too long but I need to get sorted first.

May or may not have fallen back asleep D:

I’ll let you know when I’m on the way!

Locking your phone, you placed it on your table and grabbed your clothes, getting ready within a matter of minutes. Before long, you were finished and heading out. Checking your pockets once more you nodded to yourself and closed your front door, grabbing your phone and shooting off a message to let your smaller friend know you were on your way. Of course, you had to keep yourself in check and not let what had happened get to you. You’d figure it out another day. Right now it was about having fun with your friends.

The sound of a message pinging alerted the owner as round eyes looked at the content, smiling a little before locking their phone. Looking over their shoulder, they looked towards the corner where another figure could be just made out floating in the air. Standing, they grabbed their jacket and placed it on, getting ready to head downstairs and bid goodbye to their grandpa.

The floating figure took notice and vanished, only to reappear beside the smaller figure when he made it outside. Out of these visions he’d been having the one that had just happened felt the most real one yet. The poor spirit wished the world would swallow him whole when he caught his host poking at him, or where he was meant to be. After all, he was making some strange noises, noises even the smaller boy had never heard before. “Yugi, was this really necessary?”.

Looking to the side, the smaller figure smiled and nodded his head as he waited for their friend to appear. “Trust me Yami, (y/n) will be able to help, I know it!”.

As the mention of the name, another figure turned the corner and smiled waving to the lone figure standing outside the game shop. Looking up, the spirit could only blush slightly, coughing as he excused himself back into the walls of the puzzle. Much to the enjoyment of Yugi. It was time to get to the bottom of everything, even if a certain spirit was reluctant.

Walking briskly you came to a halt in front of Yugi and smiled, placing your hand on your hip and you fanned yourself from the slight heat. “Right, I’m here. You ready to go?”.

With a nod of his head, the two friends began to walk and talk about things. Enjoying the other's company, one of them completely unaware of the eyes on them as they walked. “Say Yugi, what was it you wanted to ask me earlier?”.

Oh yeah, the young male had forgotten about that. Coming to a stop, he looked at you and hesitated for a moment before deciding it was time to bite the bullet, asking you outright. “Oh yeah, so you know the spirit of the puzzle? Well, I was wondering if you would go to the Egyptian exhibit at Domino Museum with him? He’s trying to learn more about his past and I know how much you love history. Seems like a win-win if you can help him find something there”.

Looking to your side, you pondered on his words for a moment. You guessed it wouldn’t hurt to agree, it would get you out of your room and on a plus side, it was all about Ancient Egypt. A place that you seemed at ease about the more you learned, a place where you felt like you had belonged once in a past life. Letting out a small hum you nodded your head and smiled. “Sure, can’t turn down a good exhibit can I?”.

Your words seemed to delight the young male, a happy smile bright on his face as you both continued to walk to meet your friends. The spirit watched as he pondered over your words, a smirk appearing on his features. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to give you a chance to help him, Yugi trusted you immensely with major stuff in his life and besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were familiar to him in some way.

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First meeting - Twilight Link

a/n; it’s certainly been a hot minute but I’m back, this time with a work featuring the hero from a world filled with twilight. First posted to my Ao3 which can be found here

pairing; twilight princess link x female! reader

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warnings; implied drinking, implied gender discrimination

word count; 1,635

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the third one of our heroes - the one who can change from a man to a beast and back.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

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Loud shouts and chatter sounded as you wiped down a table ready for the next people who walked through the door to use. Things in Castle Town seemed to have been busier than usual judging by the number of soldiers and travellers in the bar. You could faintly make out some words but chose to ignore what was being said as you walked towards the front of the bar, wiping your hands on the towel at your hip. "H-Hey we *hic*~"

Rolling your eyes, you saw the soldier who shouted to you slump down onto the table in front of him, out cold, his group beside him poking and making fun of him for being a lightweight. You felt sorry for everyone in the bar in some way, they had fought in so many battles and they had so many upcoming ones that they just needed a bit of normality. Even if their normality was getting drunk and passing out. Scanning in the corner, you saw the slightly bent-over figure of the person you needed. Lifting your hands, you placed them on either side of your mouth, helping your voice carry over the ruckus. "Telma! We've got another one here!".

Upon hearing their name, the figure stood upright and looked over, a smirk tugging at their lips as they placed a hand on their hip. "Is that so, (y/n)? Well then, I better make sure they're on their way".

A wink accompanied their words as you laughed out, whispering "thank you" to the woman as she passed. You hadn't been in Hyrule for long and you had somehow managed to find somewhere in the bustling Castle Town. The view of Hyrule Castle right outside of your window was one that still took your breath away, even if you saw it daily. You tried hard to get a job, something to help you live but every place you tried was either not looking or didn't want a young woman working for them. The first time you heard their words you almost cursed the goddesses for being a woman but decided to smile and walk away, mentally cursing the small-minded people instead. You'd given up hope when you found yourself in the southernmost alley of the town. You just happened to notice the door and it piqued your interest, deciding to try your luck, you walked in and before you knew it you had been hired.

Safe to say you hadn't looked back and you thanked your lucky stars that Telma gave you a chance. After all, you were extremely popular with the young soldiers and travellers, in more ways than one. While it flattered you, you weren't interested. Not because you didn't want their attention, but because you were happy living your life as it was, besides no one had caught your attention. Not yet anyway.

Letting out a yawn, you wiped the bar and placed the few glasses that had been left in the sink, being sure to note to come back to them after you'd done another sweep of the bar to make sure you'd not missed any on the tables. There were only a few stragglers left but you didn't mind staying late than normal, especially when a certain cat kept you company behind the bar. Besides, Telma was expecting someone and asked you to let her know when they had arrived. After picking up a few more glasses, you headed back to your place behind the bar and set the items in your hands at the sink. The ringing of the bell above the bar door made you turn around, offering a bright smile to whoever walked in. "Welcome to Tel~".

Tilting your head in confusion, you looked around and back at the door, shrugging your shoulds when you saw no one new. Deciding it was possibly one of the few who were left inside leaving, you turned around and looked down at the feline at your feet before you began to wash the glasses. "You know, I'm sure I'm losing it slowly, Lousie".

The white cat just looked up at you and meowed, before she stood and stretched, plopping back down and curling herself back up in a ball. Letting out a small laugh, you hummed softly to yourself not paying much attention to the person who had stepped up to the bar, their eyes watching you carefully for a moment, taking in what you were doing and how you interacted with the feline at your side. They could have stayed there all day if they wanted but they had other matters to attend to. "Excuse me miss, can you tell Telma I'm here to see her now".

The sudden intrusion of the words made you jump, your grip on the cloth in your hands tightening as you felt your soul almost leave you. Placing the piece of fabric down, you wiped your hands and turned around, almost ready to give the person a piece of your mind until you met their eyes. Cliché as it sounds but time felt like it had stopped. You'd never seen eyes so blue in your life. Everything seemed to fade away, all there was in your vision was the male who seemed to be staring back at you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what he had said, blinking a few times to bring yourself back around. "Huh? Ohh, yeah. L-Let me just grab her for you~".

Walking quickly from behind the bar you walked to a small booth at the side and placed your hands on the table to make yourself known. Of course, Telma was busy with some business but you had your ways of making it known you were there. "Telma, there's someone here to see you".

Peaking from your side, the bar owner looked at the male who stood beside the bar, a bright smile shone on her face when she caught his attention and motioned him over. Looking over your should, you moved to the side when he reached the table and let him slide in as he seated himself down. "Thank you, (y/n). Can you bring us a couple of the special?".

Nodding your head, you smiled softly as walked back towards the area you had come from, feeling eyes on you as you moved.

Doing as you were asked, you brought two glasses over and bowed, excusing yourself to finish cleaning up after the rest of the bargoers left. You hated to admit it but curiosity tried to get the better of you a few times, wondering what business Telma had with this guy. It was nothing to do with you but you wanted to observe him a little more, as selfish as it sounded. You didn't know how long they were talking but soon the sound of Telma beside you at the bar brought you out of your little daydream. "Thank you for staying a little longer, that took a bit more time than I thought.".

Humming you nodded your head and stretched, placing your hands behind your back and untying your apron. It had been a long shift, not that you minded but you were ready to go home and curled up in bed. As if on cue, a yawn left your mouth and you shrunk down slightly in embarrassment, much to the amusement of the older woman. "Go on love, off you go. Take the day off tomorrow, you deserve it and don't worry, you'll still be paid".

Blinking, she must have somehow read your mind but you smiled nonetheless, nodding your head as you gave her a hug, bidding farewell to both her and Louise. Grabbing your cloak, you wrapped it around you and stepped outside the bar's door and carefully shut the door behind you. The cool Hyrulian air hugged what skin was exposed as a sigh of contentment passed your lips. Lifting your hood, you heard the sound of the door opening behind you moving to let the person aside as you slipped your arms under the material that now covered you. That's when a hand on your shoulder made you look and you were face to face with those eyes again. "Oh, it's you. Hope you had a good meeting with Telma, whatever it was about".

Offering a soft smile to the male, you removed your hand from under your cloak and lifted it up, holding it out for him to shake. "I'm (y/n) if you hadn't already guessed earlier and you are?".

The male looked at you and gave a small smirk, taking a hold of your hand and lifting it you his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You felt like a fire had been lit on your face as you watched him closely. After a lingering few seconds, he placed your hand back at your side and smiled, waving to you as he walked off up the stairs. Looking at your hand, you blocked before looking back at the retreating figure. He hadn't told you his name and you'd be damned if he left without telling you. Rushing forward, you ran up the steps quickly just in time to catch him a few steps in front of you in the alley. "Hey! You didn't tell me your name, bluey".

The male stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, something about the way he looked at you made you gasp. Was it the nickname you'd given him there due to his eyes or was it something else? You could see the somewhat inner debate before he continued to walk slowly, lifting his hand almost as if he was trying to stop you from following like he sensed you were trying to do just that.

"The name's Link".

Raindrops - t . todoroki ☔️

a/n; it's been some time! a sweet one from an old work - hope you all enjoy!

pairing; Touya Todoroki x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; just pure tooth-rotting fluff

word count; 677

Prompt; It's raining. (A) and (B) stay at home to do some spring cleaning. They put on some music and work, soft rain noises still audible. Now and then, they stop for a small kiss. 

links; BNHA Masterlist | Masterlist

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Spring - the time of rebirth, regrowth, resurrection, renewal and rejuvenation.

A time of pureness to become more prominent in the already dim world.

A season this is known for frequent rainfalls; washing away the hard time before it arrived.

The perfect time for change and a fresh start - in all aspects of life.

A fluff of white hair nestled beside your head, an arm draped over your torso. Soft snoring sounded throughout the room. Small noises sounded now and then until the two of you began to stir.

"Morning beautiful~".

A rough-sounding voice caught you off-guard in your sleepy state but it wasn't too long before you smiled, lifting your eyes towards turquoise ones with a slight giggle.

"Morning handsome~".

A frustrated sigh slipped out of your mouth as you looked out the window. Your fingers trailed along the various paths the small droplets took as they slid on the transparent surface. You hoped the rainfall would have eased up but unfortunately, it hadn't. Your plans for a date day out with Touya were officially thwarted.

A pair of eyes watched your face drop in slight defeat before the figure walked up to you, wrapping their arms around you from behind. Letting out a small sigh, your body automatically leant into his form. "I know how much you wanted to go out today, (y/n), but it's okay. As long as I spend time with you, I don't care where we are".

Looking upwards at him, you smiled softly albeit in defeat, and cupped his face with your hand, thumb running over the skin on his cheek. "I know, but still I had-".

Your head was guided round as the taller male leant down, silencing your protests with a delicate kiss. One that seemed to do the trick.

Lively music echoed throughout the house, the soft drumming of rain still audible along with some heartfelt laughter. The two of you had decided to do a bit of spring cleaning to pass the time and that had somehow included some bad dancing; mainly on Touya's part.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him looking out the window, slightly distracted. "The perfect opportunity for a surprise kiss".

Slowly creeping over, taking care to be as silent as physically possible, you eventually reached his side. Fingers tapping the white head's shoulder.

Touya looked over his shoulder before he turned his head, only to be met by a small yet loving kiss. His hand gripped yours as he pulled you closer, the contact lasting for a moment before you pushed yourself off with a wink, going back to whatever you were cleaning.

So began your little kissing game - who could surprise the other the most with each kiss.

Both of you said the other had won when you eventually finished your housework.

The light from the tv flickered over the two figures not resting on the couch; your head in Touya's lap while his fingers ran through your hair. You both relaxed in comfortable silence, the faint noises of the tv and rain in the background. "(y/n)?".

Tilting your head back, you looked up and hummed slightly. "Yeah?".

The was a moment of silence, just the two of you looking at each other. "I enjoyed today, even if it's not what you had in mind".

Looking you over Touya brought his hand down, running his thumb over your cheek, cupping it soon after. "The rain might have put a dampener on things, but I got to spend time with you regardless".

A smile graced your face as you placed your hand on top of his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. Leaning over Touya placed a soft kiss on your lips, his other hand cupping your other cheek. A sweet kiss was returned for a moment before lips parted slightly parted. "I love you, Mrs Todoroki".

A faint reddening appeared on your face as you hummed out contently. Smiling, your face nuzzling into his hands, eyes closing with a contented hum. "I love you too, Mr Todoroki".

Damn it. Period. - k. bakugou 🌹

a/n; originally a request on wattpad - a little mini about what bakugou would be like when reader is on her period. enjoy!

pairing; Katsuki Bakugou x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight swearing, implied bleeding/period.

word count; 663

headcanon/summary; it’s not your week. your body is punishing you heavily with both your period and feeling sick with the cold. don’t worry though, because your hotheaded boyfriend is to the rescue. It doesn't seem like it but he has all the patience in the world, well, he does when it comes to you.

links; BNHA Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A pained moan slipped past your lips as you tucked your knees under your chin, hands slightly hugging your hips as you breathed through the pain. A somewhat feeble attempt to help dull the pain due to the congestion your body held.

Your week had started off great, enjoying your classes at UA, as well as spending time with your friends. That was until you were struck down with a cold a few days prior. As the pain ebbed, you let out a contented sigh before an unexpected coughing fit. Before long, you closed your eyes, the increase in your temperature taking you by slight surprise. Moving the book beside you, you felt the weight of the hardcover shift as a shiver ran up your spine. The tingling spreading to all areas of your form.

Normally, you'd be struck with your period and would handle it with no complications. Not giving away any sign of the pain you were in. Lately, you’d been training so hard that you stupidly neglected yourself, paying the price when you caught the flu off your classmate. Once the cramp you had calmed down, you made a half-assed attempt to get out of bed before groaning out at the secondary spams hitting you full force again. "Fuck it".

Grabbing your phone you tapped a quick message, albeit it was a bit harsh to your other half before you laid down. Turning over, you closed your eyes again trying to get some more sleep before they returned home.

With a push of his foot, Bakugou shut the door and sighed out softly, gripping the bag in his hand as he took off his shoes and jacket. He knew you'd been feeling a little under the weather lately but add your period on top as it was a sure recipe for disaster. "Hey, (y/n), I'm home!".

A random sound greeted him as he rolled his eyes, heading up the stairs to find your curled up form in your shared bed. "Suki~".

Dropping the bag of sweet treats on the bedside cabinet, he crawled under the covers beside you, letting out a small "oof" as you practically threw yourself on him. "Suki, it hurts~".

A small whimper left your lips as Bakugou wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I know princess, but it'll pass. I'm here now".

Unusually soft kisses with gentle tummy rubs as tiny whimpers of pain sounded. That’s how Bakugou spent most of the evening and night making you feel slightly better about the assault of bodily pains you felt.

Everyone who knew Bakugou knew him as a loud and aggressive human grenade. Probably someone you wanted to keep on the good side of, that would be if he had a good side, and who you’d want fighting your side.

Then there was you - the one person he would call his better half, his light.

You got the softer side. The soft voice, the gentle hugs and touches. He treated you like a fragile doll that he never wants to break. You were perfect and his world, he had all the patience in the universe for you.

Soft hums that lulled you to sleep as gentle fingers glided over your hair with a soft voice to match the unusual gentleness.

Peering down, his red eyes looked over your sleeping form as a smile tugged at his lips, something that didn’t feel foreign to him now. "I know you don't feel well, princess, but I'll be here to look after you".

He gently moved his body to lay down beside you. His soft grip on you never slacking as he hugged you closer, sleep taking over him as he acted as your human heat pad.

It was a long week for you but you could always count on your very own hero to be there to save you from the pain. Even if it was only in private where no one could see.

Tested by Time - Chapter 1 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

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chapter warnings; no warnings for this chapter.

chapter word count; 1.7k+

chapter summary; just like you, a certain spirit has memories of a life once lived. you’re oh so familiar to him but he can’t figure out how. what could it all mean?

a/n; wow, it’s been a hot minute since i posted something. in the space of a few months i’ve gotten a new job which i’m so grateful for. on top of that, i’ve had covid so i’ve been feeling out of sorts recently. any who, here’s the new chapter of tested by time!

links; series masterlist | prologue | 2 | 3

"Good morning, (y/n)!".

A sudden yet bright voice caught your attention as you looked around the hallway, smiling softly when you eventually found the owner in amongst the crowds. Lifting your hand, you waved to them as you approached the person and the small group surrounding them. Usually, you'd walk with your friends but today, after what happened, you decided to take a detour and walk a different and longer route to get there. Something that helped you immensely whenever you needed to reset your mind and thoughts.

“Good morning, Yugi!".

A petite male rubbed the back of his head as he smiled at your greeting making you smile as you started chatting away to you about various subjects you both shared today. Even if he was slightly behind due to forgetting someone of the work needed that counted towards the final grade of the year.  With a warm smile, you patted him gently on the shoulder, words of encouragement sounding from you as told him not to worry, he'd have no problems catching up. A subtle shade of pink showed on his cheeks as you giggled, taking a second to elbow Joey in the gut in response to the words you caught him muttering. All while that smile never left your face. "That's a warning. Next time, I'll make sure I go lower than that, m'kay?".

The groan you got in response from the blonde made you snort slightly as you turned to your locker, placing what you needed in as you sorted yourself out for the day ahead, changing your shoes and grabbing your books. The sound of your locker closing was drowned out by the shouts of your friends encouraging you to catch up. Looking to your side, you saw Yugi waiting. With a smile, you nodded your head and walked forward, heading to the first room of the day.

Stern-like unseen eyes watched you closely as their owner tried to convince themselves, the more they saw you, that you were a mere coincidence. That all the years, millennia even, they had been locked away has made them a little too out of touch with everything. Of all the places in the world, you happened to be right where their vessel and partner were. The likeness was unbelievably strong the more they saw you. It was madness, they were sure of it. This modern world had played tricks on their mind. For what felt like months they had been plagued by dreams and visions of a past life, a life they can't remember living. Yet they somehow felt familiar to them.

Two souls who were connected in more ways than one, even something as strong as time couldn't keep them apart had been something that they had overheard the young host and his grandpa talking about but it wasn’t true, was it?

The semi-soft breeze mixed with the setting sun made for a perfect alone moment as the Kingdom’s citizens began to slowly wind down ready to rest for the night. Their tomorrows consisted of the same old but enjoyable routines. One of the many things they wouldn't change about their village. 

Gentle eyes surveyed around again as hands rested on the wall in front of them. A gentle hum sounded as they took a moment to enjoy being just a regular person, away from the hustle and bustle of the building behind them. Life had been a bit of a whirlwind and to say it was hard to adjust was a slight understatement. From being a normal village girl and the unconventional best friend of the young Prince to being his wife came as a challenge. The whispers from the darkest parts and those who didn't support them reached her every so often but not one she was about to back down. She made sure she was going to show everyone who was in the wrong and it certainly wasn't her. Even when the ones who despised the young Pharaoh would try to drip nothing but lies into the innocent citizen's ears, they chose to ignore them. After all, they all adored everything about the young couple. "(e/n)?".

Looking over her shoulder at the sound of her name the young woman smiled and stood upright, manoeuvring herself to lean against the wall she has been looking over a few moments before. Her soft smile never left as the second figure joined her. Looking to her side, she placed her hand on his and offered a small squeeze at the look he wore. "My Pharaoh, I thought you were still busy with plans for the new moon ahead?".

Raising a brow the young king rolled his eyes slightly at the greeting from his wife, taking a moment to pull her into him so she faced him. He could tell this was all still new to her, that she was frightened she’d slip up at some point, despite everything that they discussed in the days leading up to and after their wedding. Still, old habits die old and she'd been so used to addressing him in another matter for so long. "(e/n), I said it was okay to use my name when we are alone. I know it's still scary but trust me, my lotus, you're doing amazingly so please, stop fretting yourself".

A hand cupped her cheek as she closed her eyes, letting a soft sight slip past her lips. He was right but still, she felt out of place like she didn't belong at all. Some of the rumours surrounding her sudden arrangements took her by surprise, like how she was nothing but a common whore who'd managed to seduce the young King to get what she wanted. Slipping into his bed to trap him for an eternity, ensuring no one else would be able to take his heart. She tried not to let them bother her but sometimes, it felt a little too much for her. "I know, ---, it's just I feel a little out of place sometimes. Plus the rumours, they don't help much. It's like I don't belong here. I~".

A thumb over her lips helped hush her words for a moment, eyes softening as she looked at the ones that she fell in love with many years ago. Her heart hurt, almost feeling as if it could shatter to pieces at the misery she has caused daily for the Pharaoh but yet, there he was still by her side regardless. "If you didn't belong here then I wouldn't have fought so hard to have you ruling by my side, fought so hard to have no one other than you as my wife, regardless of everything that was thrown at me in terms of laws besides~".

His voice trailed off for a moment, a brief pause as his hand moved down her side and over the skin of her torso, resting on her stomach just above where he hoped for their future to begin. Soft touches of anticipation for the next chapter of their lives. "If the Gods bless us, I wouldn't want to start the next chapter of my life with anybody else, my lotus".

"Yami? Are you okay there?".

The sudden intrusion of the voice of his host caught the spirit by surprise. He didn't expect him to still be standing in an almost empty hallway while their group of friends had walked up ahead. Usually, the small boy would have walked ahead but the fact the spirit of his puzzle was almost frozen in mid-air made him worry a little more than he would have normally if there was something wrong. Blinking a few times, the spirit come around and looked at the young boy, holding that same stern gaze he had what felts like hours ago. "I am. Please don't worry yourself, Yugi".

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Yugi looked to where the spirit of his puzzle was. He knew, better than anyone else at this point, that the spirit had been having a hard time lately. Not only could he hear him muttering to himself at times, but due to their connection through the Millennium Puzzle, he could also feel what he was feeling. Something seemed to be bothering him but he couldn't place his finger on it just yet. Still, he was determined to get to the bottom of why the other him was feeling the way he was. "Are you sure? Just you seemed to be distracted when (y/n) showed up". The sweet boy, the spirit could appreciate the concern of his. He'd be worried too if it was the other way around, but for now, until he was more sure of what was happening, he wouldn't weigh him down with his concerns. Even if it took a few more months, or even longer, to figure things out then he would keep that to himself. Besides, he couldn't let it affect his host too much, he had enough to be dealing with. "I'm fine, I'm sure. It's something I need to figure out for myself first, so please, don't worry yourself Yugi".

Offering a rare smile, the spirit retreated to the confines of the Millennium puzzle, more so to his mind room. Taking in a breath, Yami let it out softly as he began looking around again, he felt like he was at home but not at the same time. Walking forward, he opened a door of one of the many rooms and took a set upon the soft furnishing inside. Something about those memories seemed familiar to him but something wasn't right, something more was missing. He couldn't place his finger on it just yet. Could these dreams and visions be of a life he once lived with someone who looked similar to (y/n)?

Not that he could remember much, all there was for him was a blank whenever he tried to look further back. His most recent memories go back to the day that Yugi had solved the puzzle, the day his spirit awoke from the cold darkness he had felt for so long. Deciding not to dwell on it too much, he shrugged it off. He'd try and figure it out another day. Perhaps Yugi knew some way of helping him remember his past a little more. Whatever that could be, he knew it was a starting point but he would bring it up later.

Right now, he just wanted to spend some time alone and away from everyone. That he did, unaware that the very girl he kept seeing felt and saw the same things he did.

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Tested By Time - Prologue 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

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chapter warnings; implied death

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; when dreams of what has happened to the once queen of Egypt have been plaguing for months, each one feeling more real than the next - this one, the most real one yet.

links; series masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3

A gentle hum of chatter carried on the soft breeze in a bustling Egyptian village. Vendors sold goods of all kinds from food to clothes, and everything in between. The laughter of children could be heard ever so slightly above the chatter as they ran around, carefree of the life they lived. Making the most of who they were with and what they had.

The smaller child of the group looked up towards the palace that stood like a fancy decoration against the blue sky, more so to the balcony where the Pharaoh and his new Queen had been presented only a week ago. The festivities had only just died down, much to the disappointment of a few as they could go on for many more moons to come. Their eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing there, quietly observing the village and everyone below.

"Hey! Look! It's the Queen!".

The other children that were running around stopped in their tracks and gazed up in the direction their friend was pointing, cheering and waving to the figure. From her position on the balcony, the new Queen tilted her head slightly before she let out a small giggle and waved back, much to the delight of the small group.

It had only been a week since she and the Pharaoh had wed and had been presented as the new King and Queen of Egypt. To say she couldn't be any happier even if she tried right now was an understatement. She was adored not only by her husband but by the people of their country. Something that warmed her deeply.  The feeling of strong arms wrapping around her waist caused her to shift her gaze, blinking in surprise when she met another's eyes. An ever so soft and small kiss was placed on her cheek causing her to smile, leaning further back into the body behind her. "Here you are my love, I thought you were hiding from me".

The words made her smile as she turned, coming face to face with the person who had joined her, her hand resting on the male's chest. Leaning up, she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her other hand on his arm. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being back in her lover's arms and away from the bustle of the palace. "How could I hide from you my Pharaoh? Call me selfish but I wanted to see the view again. Besides, I think I made some children very happy".

The young King tilted his head in slight confusion at her words before he found himself guided to look at the village below. The same kids were still waving as the pair waved back, earning louder cheers as the small group ran off. Much to the delight of the Queen. No doubt they were off to tell their parents what had happened. "See, I told you. Aren't they adorable? They get so much joy from seeing us acknowledge them".

The silence around the pair was comfortable and felt right. Soft kisses soon littered the young woman's neck as she bit her lip, chewing back the sinful sounds that wanted to escape. Her hand slipped down and gripped the side of the tunic the young King wore. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt herself starting to slip, and once that happened, they both knew it wouldn't be long before they were disappearing from the sight of others. "Hmmm, what seems to be the problem, my King?".

The kisses soon seized as the head of the young King rested on her shoulder as he hummed out for a moment. An inner battle made him wonder if he should tell her or not. Of course, they'd known each other for many years, playing together as children and watching the other grow into who they were now. Yet this though was one of the more nerve-racking ones he had. "I was just thinking about the kind of mother you'd be to our children".

A soft yet playful elbow in his gut made the Pharaoh laugh as he turned his wife around to face him, arms holding her close as he took in the fake shocked look on her face.  "Are you suggesting you'd like me to be with child, ---?".

The young male blushed and stuttered a little, trying to find a way to justify his words or find something else to talk about causing his wife to giggle at his sudden shyness. The sheer delight she had in her eyes made him relax, words were no longer needed as they both stood looking at each other. "———, relax please. I told you I'm ready whenever you are. Nothing would make me happier".

Gentle kisses to her forehead made her smile, her eyes closing to enjoy the closeness again. Everything was perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better life even if she tried. Sure there were those who still objected to the two of them being together, that the young King deserved some Princess from another Kingdom as it would not only strengthen the bonds of the Kingdom but ensure the bloodline remained pure. Of course, their words got to her, given she was a lowly commoner until a few moons ago when she was introduced as the soon-to-be wife of the Pharaoh. None of that mattered right now as long as she had her husband by her side. Not their words, their cruel remarks, their looks. She had everything she needed and more in front of her.

The sudden rumble of the ground caused the two to quickly part, cracks slowly becoming visible beneath the pair. Soon pieces of brick began to fall, creating a gap between the two lovers.

A sudden low yet loud rumble of the ground caused the two figures to quickly part, eyes glancing down as cracks slowly became visible beneath the pair. Pieces of brick began to fall, creating a small gap between the two of them. Eyes cast down as the rumble seemed to shake the young Queen to the core,  her eyes widening as the flooring beneath her gave way.

Everything seemed to slow down as she felt her body falling, everything passing in a blur as her hand reached up, fingers brushing with the hand she tried to cling to. The last noise she heard above her screams was the agonising cry of her husband who slowly vanished from her view until all she saw was the darkness. That darkness that they had been told about since time began.

The scream seemed to echo around you as you jolted up, sheets gathering loosely around your waist as you breathed heavily, heart racing wildly threatening to tear through your very chest with each beat. Placing a hand over where your heart was you tried to calm yourself with deep breaths as you closed your eyes again. Trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Just like the dreams you'd have falling asleep, where you felt like you were falling and jolt suddenly, this one had felt a little too real at the end.

For weeks, if not months, you had been plagued by these dreams each one seeming more real than the one before it. Each night you had one, you'd wake in a mess, panting and sweating with whatever you had covering you in a crumpled mess somewhere between the lower half of your body and the bottom of the bed. At first, you thought it was down to the heat in the room as well as an overactive imagination but the more it happened, the less plausible your idea seemed. It was hard to describe but each one seemed physically real. Like you were there then you weren't. The actions of the person whose eyes you were looking through were your own but at the same time, they weren't.

Another strange thing about these dreams was the male who you often saw. You couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was someone you knew yet, for whatever reason, he remained a stranger to you. Then there was his name, whenever you seemed to speak it in these dreams it came out in silence. That struck you as odd but the male seemed to respond to it meaning he heard it every time it was spoken. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed what remained of the blankets back and slipped out of bed, walking over to your desk. There lay a journal, a journal that you kept all of the recent happenings in to help you try and make sense of what was going on at some point further down the road. Grabbing a pan, you quickly jotted down a log of what you could remember before closing the cover and placing the pen back.

Glancing at the clock on your table you noticed it wouldn't be long before you had to get ready for your day. Stretching you sighed softly at the small pops and cracks you felt, your mind and body feeling more awake as you decided to get ready and make a head start on what was to come. As you dressed you hummed a tune to yourself your mind forgetting what had occurred during your sleep.As you walked out the door, you locked it behind you and made your way to school, unaware of another being haunted by dreams of life once passed.

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Tested By Time / Series Masterlist 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x !fem! reader

series word count; 5.5k+

series warnings; strays from anime/manga, language, mention(s) of/implied blood, mention(s) of/implied death, manga/season 0 canon violence, gore, mention(s) of/implied sex, sexual harassment, drinking, generalised nsfw content

a/n; an old series that i first published back in my wattpad days. i fell out of love with the fandom due to some stupid stuff but over time, i rejoined and decided to bring this back. will be updated whenever i can. enjoy!

link; masterlist

❦ prologue

❦ chapter i

❦ chapter ii

❦ chapter iii

iv - coming soon

series playlist; coming soon

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80s Wanda - Yu-Gi-Oh! Masterlist ᱬ

Turning a few more pages again, you come across what seems to be the last of the personas for the young witch. One where some chaos was about to ensue - twins growing up and the return of a twin?

Flicking the pages, you tried to keep up with her antics before you reached the final few pages. What would be the next thing you saw?

‟ She recast Pietro? ” | ‟ What are we doing wrong? ” | ‟ Sweet, sweet Tommy, don't you wanna sleep? Mommy wants to sleep. If you go to sleep, I promise you will be my favourite twin ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 tested by time ~ y. yugi | female reader - series

masterlist

Daddy? - b. barnes

a/n; just a little headcanon on how I feel Bucky would react to his s/o being pregnant- worried and scared mainly.

pairing; TFATWS Bucky x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 563

headcanon; Finding out girlfriend/fiancée/wife is pregnant.

links; Marvel Matserlist | Masterlist

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Blinking in confusion, it took him a minute to process what was said and that’s when it had hit him. Did he hear what you had said correctly? You were pregnant?

Feels like his heart stopped for a moment. Part of him feels like this is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. The other half practically screaming for joy.

The internal conflict he felt soon showed on his face. Was he ready to be a dad? He certainly didn't feel ready. Not in the slightest.

He'd only just gotten back to being classed as a normal citizen, not only by his therapist but the government as well. He didn’t want to mess that up so soon with emotions that threatened to overflow.

How could someone who was known to be a cold-blooded killer, despite his now successful attempt to fit back into society be deemed fit enough to look after a tiny life?

He certainly didn't think he would be fit enough as his eyes glanced at the objects you held in your outstretched hands.

A scan picture in one hand, showing the tiny life slowly growing in you. In the other a tiny little bodysuit with the words "Sergeant In Training coming soon!"

The look on your face was one of pure joy as you looked at him, your joy dropping as you chewed your lip in anticipation for his actual reaction. You both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - he couldn’t keep his hand off you half the time.

How it hadn’t happened earlier was beyond you. Yet here you were, proof in your hands as your figure began to swell slightly. "James? Are you okay?".

He'd been zoned out for so long he that didn't realise you had moved forward until he looked down, seeing your eyes look up at him as you continued to hold the items in your hands.

Wrapping his arms around you, he embraced you, holding you close to him as he smiled softly. His grip on you never fading as he rubbed patterns on the small of your back, afraid to let you go now you're carrying something precious to not only him but you. "Yes doll, I'm okay~".

Leans down and peppers kisses all over your face, enjoying the sound of your small laughs as you hug closer to him. “~Besides, I should be asking you if you're okay. After all, it might not be an easy pregnancy for you".

The reality is he's scared. Scared because he doesn't know if he's fit to look after something so small and delicate when they arrive.

Also, he’s scared for you. Carrying a super soldier's child was rumoured to be an extremely difficult time. All thanks to that serum once used. “James, I'm okay. As long as I take care, I'll handle whatever this little one throws at me".

He steps back from you after removing his arms, placing his flesh hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Your soft hum lulling him as your hands cover his.

He loves you. He adores you. He'll protect you and support you no matter how hard it is.

It's the least he can do, after all, you did that for him. You never backed down and you fought with such pride and love, he knows you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Aphrodisiac - a. alnazar

a/n; so, with this work, i thought i’d try something new - a cross between a headcanon work and a fic work. i feel like both would work great for this piece. Enjoy!

pairing; Asra Alnazar x female! reader

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🌙 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT UNDER CUT - by clicking ‘Keep Reading’ you are agreeing you are over the age of 18 🌙

warnings; use of aphrodisiac, language, dirty talk, cream pie, multiple rounds, bruising/marking, possessive Asra, general NSFW content.

word count; 2.3k+

headcanon; Aphrodisiac

links; The Arcana Masterlist | Masterlist

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What started as a normal day for you around the shop soon turned into a disaster thanks to a certain doctor. As normal, Julian had come along to pester you for some tea before he made his way to the palace in search of Portia. Everywhere you went, he'd follow behind you like a lost puppy. "Come on, (y/n)~".

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you placed a hand on your hip and huffed out, picking up the broom with your other hand as you hit it in front of his boots. The stunned expression on his face as you moved towards him, jabbing his chest with your finger. "Ilya! You know I don't have time for this right now! Asra's due back in the next few hours and I'm trying to clean~".

The whines he let out made you roll your eyes as you continue around the shop, brushing before an annoyed growl passed your lips, letting in and agreeing to give him a drink. Only to find yourself shooed away when you tried to enter the upstairs to bring a tray down. “Nu’uh, let me~”.

Furrowing your brows, you shrugged your shoulders and sat down, crossing your legs as you hummed out. Chin resting in the palm of your hand as you waited for the doctor to come back down. A sweet smell filled the air as you looked up, a soft smile was offered as a thank you to the other.

Leaning forward, you took a cup in your hands and brought it to your nose. Inhaling the sweet scent, you sighed out happily as you lifted it to your lips, letting the warm liquid run down your throat. Setting the cup back down, you looked up to Julian only to tilt your head at the look in his eye. Something about it seemed off. Shrugging it off, you placed your chin in your palm and chatted away with the doctor.

After a little chat and a drink, Julian stood quickly and waved goodbye before he ran out the door. Muttering something about running late for appointments, not before he shouted back to you that you were welcome for what was about to happen. Raising a brow in confusion, you stood up and picked the cups up, taking them to the small kitchen. The words spoken by the doctor soon pushed to the back of your mind as you continued to clean up.

Slowly the room you were in began to heat up. Shrugging your shoulders, you placed it down to your cleaning as you continued with your routine. Only to find that with each passing second you could feel your own body grow hotter, your heart beating a little faster with each breath. Placing your hands on the counter in front of you, you huffed out a breath as your fingers brushed against a bottle laying open.

After having an internal debate with yourself, you let curiosity get the better of you. Picking up the bottle, you examined it for a moment before turning the label to face you. You took in a shocked breath as you placed the bottle back down. A string of curse words leaving your lips as your knuckles turned white, your hands in fists. "I'm going to kill that doctor when I get my hands on him!".

The heat between your legs made itself known as you whined out, frantically searching for a way to distract yourself. "Fuck!".

Trying to steady yourself, you took a breath in only to be brought back down to reality with a choke as the door closed. You felt your heart stop as your breathing began to speed up, the pool of heat increasing at the sound of the voice that hit your ears. "(y/n), I'm home!".

Looking over your shoulder to the figure that now stood there, you gave them a wavering glance before letting out a squeak. Trying your hardest not to let them know what was happening. "H-ah! Oh, h-hey Asra~".

Violet eyes watched you in confusion for a moment. This was unlike you, a sudden worry washed over him Were you sick? That would mean he'd have to call Julian, not that he wanted to. Taking a step forward, he brushed his hand against your arm, watching as a shiver took over you. A soft moan slipped from your lips as you both looked at each other.

One looked extremely confused while the other, looking embarrassed, wished the ground would open up and swallow them whole. You couldn’t have been more embarrassed even if you tried. Your throat drying as you panted. "E-Excuse me!".

Asra watched as you ran off. His brows furrowing in confusion as he looked around. What could have could you to act like that? It wasn’t until a small bottle, now sitting upright on the counter, caught his eye he understood perfectly what was going on. With a small smirk playing on his lips, he shrugged off his coat and placed it down, walking in the direction you headed. He knew that bottle anywhere. Maybe this could work to his advantage as well as yours. He could either be wrong or be right. There was only one way to find out.

Peering out from under the blankets, you panted harshly as you rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of the pleasure you felt. Looking up, you saw Asra standing in the door left, your body shivering as you bit back a moan. “Asra, don’t~”.

"I saw the bottle, (y/n)~". He watched your movements as he walked closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut when he stopped in front of you. You were slowly losing the battle over the intense pleasure you felt. A soft smirk tugged at his lips. “My little magician, let me help you”.

By the time he’s reached you, you're more of a hormonal mess than you were before, your legs rubbing together harsher trying to relieve the heat.

Kneels down beside you as his fingers push the blankets off you, soft touches dancing on your skin as the heat you can feel ignites again.

Slender fingers lift your head by your chin, eyes watching you chew your lip to contain the sound you want to let out. "Let me guess, Julian?".

Watches as you nod your head, not wanting to open your mouth in case a loan slips out, much to his displeasure.

His darkened eyes watch you as you rub your legs together again, your chest heaving from panting. Secretly loves you in this state.

Lets his hands explore a little more, wandering a crossing your exposed skin as he leans closer to your ear. Wrestles with his own conscious about moaning in your ear. Not that he would care at this moment in time.

His breath against your skin makes your eyes flutter shut. He’s doing nothing to help the tight knots in the pit of your gut.

Smirks at the feeling of your hand gripping his top tightly. The feeling of your hands all over his as you try to ground yourself. "Don't hold them back, little fox, I want to hear you".

The soft moans that slip out from your lips at his needy touches are like magic. His own body reacting to the way you’re feeling.

He does curse himself a little for not thinking of this earlier. He'd have to thank Julian later on. After all, if it wasn’t for the interfering doctor, you’d both be busy around the shop.

He’s going to make sure he enjoys this. Every single part of it.

Soft touches and delicate kisses that soon become rough. This isn't helping you and he knows it. Although, he seems to like driving you crazy not touching you where you need it most.

He can't wait to make you lose your mind. Asra wants you just as much, he's just been a bit hesitant about things. Seems like it’s taken this little situation to give him the push he needed.

He's quick to scatter the remaining items of clothing you both have on. The cool air is a welcome feeling against your burning skin.

The soft moans and mewls of pleasure you let out as he closes his eyes, the throbbing he feels His purple eyes seemingly scan your body, taking in every curve and detail. Burns this image of you into his memory in case this never happens again.

Sets to work on your body. Seems to know every single spot that makes you cry out more. His fingers are like literal magic, each touch sets off more sparks than the one before it. It's almost like his magic is guiding him when he touches you.

Is impatient as fuck. Or should that be is impatient to fuck?

Is soon aching for more than his fingers touching you. Plants rough kisses on you as he lifts your body against his. He wants to see and feel close to you as he drags the tip of his leaking cock against your folds.

Knows 'The Lotus Blossom' is the perfect position for what is about to happen. Soft chuckles at the blush on your cheeks, the mains that slip out from you as you feel his cock head pressed at your dripping lips. "Get ready to see stars, my sweet magician".

Hisses at the feeling do your walls stretching slowly to accommodate his member. Those hisses turn into groans as he feels your walls softly fluttering around him.

Starts off slow, wants to feel every flutter and every convulse of you before he gradually gains momentum, holding you closer to him as his hip snap against you.

Bodies press against each other's as you both start to lose yourself in the throes of pleasure. Your nails claw marks into his tanned skin.

He knows he's hit a good spot when you shiver and moan his name for everyone in the magic realms, and beyond, to hear.

Loves how you grip his cock. Feels like, deep down, you were made for him and only him. The low groan that echoes from his throat is enough to make you orgasm right away.

Knows how to make you bend to his every touch. The potion in your body makes everything you're feeling heightened.

Doesn't look like it but he's an animal in those sheets. You can bet he's making a note to slip you some more aphrodisiac in the future. He can last a lot longer than you thought possible. "Asra, please, I can't take much more~".

Pulls your arching body more into his. His hip still pistoning against you at a quick pace. "Cum for me then, my love~".

Despite being like an animal, his touches are feather-like. Soft touches that contrast his rough thrusts have you feeling like you’ve died again and entered the eternal realm.

Growls into your ear as his thrusts slow down. Your loud cried telling him you’ve reached your high. Wants to savour the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock. The feeling of you milking him closer to his own high makes him feel crazy.

Gives you a long loving kiss as he cums, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he fills you up. Savours the noises and mewls you make riding out your orgasm and his.

Likes to lean his head on your shoulders, nuzzling your neck as you giggle, wriggling in his lap. The aphrodisiac still coursing through your body as you moan out. Your hips moving against him again.

Deep moans as you start to ride him. Soft kisses on your neck as you moan out. Knows you still need some help to feel normal again.

Hips snap forward again with small bites of your skin. He loves the feeling of your body automatically giving into him again.

Being one with you is like a drug to him. He's slowly becoming addicted and he wants more. "I've got just the cure for you, my sweet little apprentice".

The way your body arches into his makes him crazy. Your skin feels so soft and smooth, despite being covered in marks and scratches. Only now does he realise he’s selfish. Wants to be the only one to make you come undone.

He doesn't want you to work yourself, after all, he wants to be the one to give you the highest pleasure possible. "A-Asra, please~".

Loves to hear your whines and moans. Holds off until you've had your next orgasm then pushes you back so he can have more room for his thrusts.

Pistons his hips harshly against you as you claw at his back, your moans gaining volume.

Places his forehead to yours as he fills you.

Slowly pulls out so he can see his cum slipping out of you. Feels a rush of excitement and possessiveness at that sight. At that moment he knows that it’s him you belong to.

Cuddles you close when you're both spent. Loves to feel your heartbeat return to normal. Soft blushes on your cheeks as you look at him. "You know, (y/n), what would happen if there was no aphrodisiac in your system~".

Chuckles at the confused and embarrassed expression on your face before his eyes widen in shock as you pin him down.

Whether you're fuelled by the remaining potion in your body or just your feelings for him, he's taken by surprise. Only for a moment though.

Loves to see this side to you. "You're defiantly not my shy apprentice now are you?".

Words spoken deeply as he slips back into you. The sound of your combined moans cutting through the silence.

Would give everything to be connected like this to you forever.

Can conclude you’re longer friends after this. Loves to touch you whenever he gets the chance.

Uses the aphrodisiac more - sometimes sneakily, others not.

70s Wanda - The Legend of Zelda Masterlist ᱬ

As you rest the page you had ahold of on top of the already turned ones, you are greeted with a burst of colour - much different from the pages you've just seen. You liked it.

Turning a few more pages, you blinked seeing that the young witch was pregnant - welcoming twin boys to her family not long after. Who knows what else is in store for her?

‟ Oh, it’s such a strange sensation. It’s kind of fluttery ” | ‟ Oh, it’s coming. Oh, the baby’s coming ” | ‟ I’m a twin. I had a brother. His name was Pietro ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ botw link | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ dark link | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ twilight link | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ oot link | g/n reader

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ᱬ The Book of The Damned ᱬ

Welcome to the Dark Hold, where pages are turned and spells can be found - spells that may lead to corruption if you’re not careful.

Do you dare turn the pages and follow the Scarlet Witch through her journey?

‟𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 ‟

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 The Scarlet Witch ~ JJK

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 Wanda Maximoff ~ My Hero Academia

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 80s Wanda ~ Yu-Gi-Oh!

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 70s Wanda ~ The Legend of Zelda

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 60s Wanda ~ Marvel

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 50s Wanda ~ The Arcana

50s Wanda - The Arcana Masterlist ᱬ

The first few turns of the pages of the book within your hand show nothing but blanks until you look closer. That's when you see them, the etchings and marks of the very first version on Wanda Maximoff.

Nothing but black, white and grey appears as you look on, taking note of how weird this all was before turning more pages to peer into the life of the Scarlet Witch.

‟ Y… Yes! Yes, it’s our anniversary! | ‟ You move at the speed of sound and I can make a pen float through the air. Who needs to abbreviate? | ‟ Vision, help him ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 careful ~ p. devorak | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 sweet kisses ~ muriel | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 flicking pages ~ j. devorak | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 rise & shine ~ j. devorak | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 sweet dreams ~ a. alnazar | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 aphrodisiac ~ a. alnazar | nsfw female reader

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60s Wanda - Marvel Masterlist ᱬ

Next on our journey through the pages, we come across a version of Wanda from 1960.

Everything was still in black and white for a while - wait, is that a bit of colour we see as the page turns?

‟ I am Glamour, and he’s Illusion ” | ‟ Vision, is this really happening? ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 unsure ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 daddy? ~ b. barnes | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 saving grace ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 lucky ~ l. laufeyson | female reader

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Careful - p. devorak

a/n; because this adorable red head holds a special place in my heart.

pairing; Portia Devorak x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 460

headcanon based; Injured significant other

image credit; ondriaprice (via tumblr)

links; The Arcana Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Goes full on momma mode whenever you get injured. You can’t blame her, especially with who her brother is.

Despite being short in height, she's unbelievably strong. Not that you mind at all. Says that’s how she’s built but you suspect differently.

Carries you over her shoulder as you spout protests on the way to her little cottage on the grounds.

Drops you onto her bed with a small thud. Hard enough to teach you a lesson, light enough not to hurt you more than you already are.

Rushes around while giving you a lecture about being careless yet again. You’d disappoint her slightly if you didn’t get yourself hurt in one way or another at least once a week.

Has a wooden spoon ready just in case you try to escape her. She doesn’t like to use it but being the sister of the infamous Doctor Devorak, she’s always prepared for any situation - including people trying to escape her.

“This will only hurt a little, okay little bug”. She hates seeing you in pain while she tends to you so does her best to make you comfortable beforehand.

Rolls her eyes slightly at your sheepish grin. "Honestly (y/n), all I ask is you be careful and this is what I see? You're worse than Ilya~".

Tucks stray pieces of hair behind your ear while placing soft kisses on your forehead.

Checks you over to make sure you're patched up as best as she can manage until Asra can heal a little better.

Wraps her arms around you protectively. “I only fret because I worry about you, princess".

Pepi makes herself comfy on your laps as your girlfriend pets her. “I don't want to lose you, that’s all”. Not that she’d ever let anything happen to you - she’d hunt them down.

Soft kisses with giggles until you fall asleep. Strokes your hair until she knows you've fallen into a deep sleep.

You're too precious to Portia to be injured so much. She hates seeing you come back from wherever you’ve been hurt.

Gently wraps one of her scarves around your hand so you know she's always with you, even when she's working.

Will spoil you until you've fully healed - soft songs and gentle hums. Warm hugs and tingling kisses.

Will do everything in her power to make you comfortable.

Cries in private when you're asleep feels like she should have protected you better - even if she couldn’t have.

Doesn't want you to see her this weak every time you're hurt. She's open to showing emotions but she wants to be strong for you in a fragile state.

She's the guiding star you never knew you needed in your life. You’re proud to call her your girlfriend.

Baby Mine - s. todoroki

a/n; i really can’t thank you all for the support so far! i’m blown away. thank you for making me feel welcome!

pairing; grown up! Todoroki x grown up! pregnant! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 1.5k+

summary; a month by month of how Shotou would handle the upcoming task of being a father.

links; BNHA Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

One simple word showed up on the stick in your trembling hand as you stared in disbelief, tears slipping down your cheeks.

‘Pregnant’

This had to be a joke right? A faulty test. Something just to get your hopes up before it was cruelly ripped away from you again. A sudden knocking brought you to your senses as you quickly wiped your eyes. Standing up with worry.

"(y/n)? Are you okay? You've been in there a while".

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself more, you placed your hand on the handle and opened the door, stepping out to be met by the worried face of your husband Shoto Todoroki.

"Sorry my love, it took a little longer than I thought. I couldn’t find the towels~".

The look on his face told you that he knew exactly what you had been doing. It was no secret, that despite his past, you both wanted to expand your family with a child of your own.

"So tell me~"

More tears rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed, unable to find the right words to say. Which Todoroki took the wrong way, crushed that yet another attempt, to him, had been unsuccessful.

"It's okay, there's always next time".

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he ran his hand through your hair. Trying to soothe you in one of the best ways he could.

"S-Shoto, I'm pregnant".

He looked at your teary eyes in shock as your words slowly began to sink in. A big smile playing on his face as he cupped yours, kissing you softly.

『ꕥ Month 2; ꕥ』

The feeling of being on cloud nine never left for you both, although Todoroki was slightly wary. Sure his relationship with his father was slowly getting better but due to his childhood and upbringing, he was always left second-guessing himself.

"Shoto, I still can't believe we're going to be parents".

Looking down at your belly, you smiled and rubbed your hand over your still soft stomach.

"We can't wait to see you little one!".

The dual-haired male looked at you and smiled. He knew you'd support him in this journey, his past couldn't define how he was as a dad. Only he could.

『ꕥ Month 3; ꕥ』

A blank screen greeted the two of you as you both entered a room, exchanging greetings with the sonographer.

Today was the day the two of you would get to see your child for the first time. Various 'what ifs' ran through your mind as you gripped Shoto's hand. His eyes looking into yours in a silent promise everything would be okay. He knew you wouldn’t be able to handle another heartbreak.

Laying yourself down, you got yourself sorted and closed your eyes as you waited for a sign that everything was fine. That the little life growing inside you was still there and stronger than ever.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

The small sound made you open your eyes, tears lining your waterline as you saw the tiny life on the screen. A slight squeeze of your hand drew your attention to Shoto, his eyes shining as he looked at your child.

"A perfectly happy and healthy baby. Such a strong heartbeat already".

The both of you smiled at each other, the tears finally slipping down the sides of your face as you took in the image.

『ꕥ Month 4; ꕥ』

A small bump had begun to appear on you, your body finally beginning to show the presence of the small life you were carrying. Your hand never left your bump whenever you had the time to touch it.

"I guess I look pregnant now".

Looking down, you smiled and wrapped your arms around your husband, your eyes meeting his before you closed yours slightly. Falling into a much-needed sleep. Shoto’s eyes flashed in slight worry before returning to normal, gently placing a hand on yours, being careful not to wake your now sleeping form.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he was scared. No one could blame him.

『ꕥ Month 5; ꕥ』

Facing the ultrasound screen again, the two of you chatted amongst yourselves, having the odd argument about the gender of your child. Of course, you didn't mind what you were having but it was nice to have a little friendly bet on who would be right.

The small image of your child appeared on the screen again as your hearts began thumping in disbelief, the high you felt gazing on the small life never leaving. Everything was perfect and normal, even seeing a small wave or two.

"Now, would you like to know the gender?".

You both looked at each other, nodding with a smile.

"Well, I can tell you both, you're having a perfectly healthy baby-".

『ꕥ Month 6; ꕥ』

Clothes. Toys. Essentials.

You name it, it began to pile up as you began to prepare properly for the arrival of your child. Emotions had begun to run high and if it wasn't floods of tears it was hot tempers. Hormones weren't helping you whatsoever. The littlest thing would set you off.

Todoroki walked into the bedroom, only to find you curled up on the bed with a small baby grow hugged to your chest as you sobbed out. In an obvious panic, he ran over, picking you up and holding you close to him after he sat down.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?".

That sentence made you cry harder, muffled sobbing sounding against his chest.

Turns out, you were emotional over the fact a small baby could fit into that piece of clothing.

『ꕥ Month 7; ꕥ』

Todoroki's family gushed over you continually, being sure you were safe and comfortable whenever you went to visit them with Shoto.

Fuyumi and Rei would excitingly touch your bump, asking a variety of questions. Gossiping and sharing stories of how Shoto was as a baby - some making you laugh at your husband’s embarrassment.

Natsuo would spend time by Todoroki, casually talking about life with his younger brother. Especially how he was feeling regarding the upcoming arrival and, despite not being one himself, encouraging him to enjoy the years ahead.

Enji, on the other hand, would sit back and watch on. Taking in the buzz around him with a content smile on his face. He still has a bit of a way to go before he could be a part of a proper family unit.

Maybe this baby would help but it would take time.

『ꕥ Month 8; ꕥ』

Things became more painful and tiring for you as your body ached. The end coming slowly. You wanted nothing more than to have your baby in your arms. All the cuddles and kisses you had in the world just for the tiny bundle.

"(y/n), it won't be long now I promise".

You looked up a little and smiled, the overwhelming tiredness visible on your face. He hated not being able to help you, take away the pain you felt, the uneasiness, but most of all the worry. The worry that something was going to go wrong, regardless of you both making it this far.

"I hope so, Shoto. I just want to meet our little one".

『ꕥ Month 9; ꕥ』

A new cry pierced the silence of the room, ringing loud and clear as you gripped onto Todoroki. The two of you smiled as tears slipped down your faces. The emotions you felt finally crashing at once through you.

"You did it (y/n)! I'm so proud of you".

Todoroki placed soft kisses on your dazed face as a small bundle was placed into your arms. The small baby moved around slightly, settling down on the softness of its mother's skin, beginning its first feed. Eyes opening slightly before shutting, suckling away.

"Red hair, gorgeous blue eyes. Definitely a Todoroki".

You looked up as Shoto sat down beside you, giving a tired smile as you nodded your head. The past months had been a whirlwind but were worth it. Despite the tiring time you’d just been through.

"With daddy's hair and eyes, she'll be a little heartbreaker".

『ꕥ Up to 1-year-old; ꕥ』

The tiring nights. The endless amount of changes and feeds.

Todoroki couldn't deny it, it was hard. Really hard. He constantly second-guessed himself, he didn't feel like he was good enough. Even during those doubtful times, you encouraged him as his biggest supporter, be that through words or actions, you always made sure he was okay.

Things became slightly easier, cuddles and kisses became more as your daughter grew. New milestones and wonders greeted them. Even Todoroki's family adored their niece and granddaughter. Especially Enji who took his time with his granddaughter, taking great care not to mess up this time around.

Then came the words.

The day she said "Dada".

Todoroki sat there crying. He wasn't one for showing emotion but the moment she said that he couldn't hold back. From the moment he found out you were pregnant to the first time holding his beautiful daughter, he couldn't believe he could be a dad, yet he was such a perfect dad to this little girl who couldn't help but adore the very ground he walked on.

Picking her up, he gently rocked the small girl as her eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"I've got you, princess. Daddy will keep you safe. I'll always be your number one hero, no matter what happens".

-18 DNI

P in v, roomie!Satoru, perv!reader, mild breath play,

Roommate!satoru has the biggest cock you've ever seen.

Once upon a time, he made the mistake of leaving his door open whilst he showered, thinking his pervy little roommate was asleep, little did he know she was Riiiight behind the door, jaw dropped and red faced.

Since then, that's sparked an interest- No, an obsession, with all things satoru. From sniffing his boxers to shooting guilty glances at your lockscreen, him while you trail your hands down to the apex of your thighs.

Once, he left for a mission to exorcize a curse in central Tokyo, and you never left his room. You rutted on his pillows, rubbed his silken sheets up and down your bare breasts when Creek!.

Fuck.

As he opened the door, looking absolutely exhausted but still flawless as usual, his eyes widened. "Y/n." He groaned. "You little creep..."

But there wasn't enough time to apologize before he forces you onto all fours, his plump head was shoved Into your gummy walls. "Fuckin needed to get this- Ugh- out on someone." He says, though it's more of a moan then words.

Feeling a hand slowly wrap around your jugular, you flip your head back to look at him "Toru.. wh-" you manage out before he cuts off your air supply and thrusts harder, removing pressure and adding it over and over again.

You wake up, laying beside him, completely wrapped in him yet still feeling completely comfortable.

Wow, was that a night...

Hi koli i saw your request were open and was wondering if you could do a Tokyo revengers x reader (final timeline) where they have a baby and they say their first word with preferably: chifyuy, kazutora, baji, mikey, izana, rindou, shinichiro and any others you would like to include

۶ৎ. Babies First.

Tokyo Revenger Boys.

۶ৎ auth: ahhhh omg my first request in like so long, I’m actually so excited to work on this!!! Feel free to request any anime, show or movie, and any character!! :) I might make a taglist.

۶ৎ Summary: After so much back and forth to fix the feature, you’ve finally settled down—and finally had a baby. The joys of parenthood only continue and your baby says their first words.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | babies/parenthood | fluff | time skipped | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn't fit you.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno

It’s an ordinary evening, and Chifuyu sits with the baby on his lap, his calm, logical demeanor softened by the tiny bundle in his arms. His black undercut, neatly styled, contrasts with the gentle warmth that radiates from him as he softly coos at the little one, a sense of peace enveloping the moment. The baby’s big, curious eyes stare up at him, the faintest glimmer of recognition in their gaze.

You’re nearby, watching quietly from the kitchen, as usual, keeping a close eye on the small family gathering. The baby shifts slightly in Chifuyu’s arms, their little hands reaching out, exploring, unsure of the world but finding comfort in the familiar presence of their father.

Chifuyu looks at the baby, a tender smile creeping across his face. He’s normally so composed, always the steady one, but this… this softens him, makes him feel an unfamiliar kind of warmth. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, “say something for me.”

The baby babbles incoherently for a moment, small giggles escaping their lips as they grab hold of his finger, wrapping their tiny hand around it like it’s the most important thing in the world. Chifuyu chuckles, shaking his head softly. “You’re as stubborn as your mom,” he says under his breath, smiling at the thought of you.

Then, suddenly, the baby’s little voice breaks the silence. It’s not a full word, but there’s a clear attempt to speak. “Da-da!” the baby declares proudly, their voice high-pitched but full of delight. Chifuyu freezes for a moment, his face lighting up with surprise, a hint of pride showing in his usually calm features.

You, hearing the unexpected word, laugh softly from your spot, watching the exchange. Chifuyu’s usual composed self cracks for a brief moment as he stares down at the baby in awe. “Did… did you just say ‘Dada’?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s delighted.

The baby repeats it again, this time with even more enthusiasm, “Da-da!” Chifuyu shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Guess I’ll take that as a victory.”

You walk over quietly, your heart swelling at the sight of Chifuyu, who’s always so composed, now with the smallest of smiles, cradling their child with complete adoration. The baby, seeing you, reaches out with their tiny arms, making a soft noise of recognition.

“Looks like you’ve got competition,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, your voice light and playful.

Chifuyu’s face turns slightly red, his calm demeanor returning, though the smile still lingers. “It’s just a fluke,” he mutters, though it’s clear he’s overjoyed. The baby giggles again, the sound filling the room, and Chifuyu leans in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. “I can’t believe you said ‘Dada’ first,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection.

The baby, oblivious to the momentous occasion, just giggles again, content in the safety of their father’s arms. It’s a simple, tender moment, but to Chifuyu, it’s everything.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya

The air is still, heavy with the calm that comes with the evening as Kazutora sits on the couch, a small, fragile smile on his face as he looks down at the baby resting in his arms. His long, black hair, streaked with yellow, falls lazily over his shoulders, the strands a contrast to the tenderness with which he holds the child. There’s an unfamiliar peace in his expression, a quiet moment of solace after all the chaos that’s filled his life. His usually volatile demeanor seems distant as he looks at the little one, their soft breaths the only sound between them.

You’re just a few steps away, your presence like a gentle echo in the background, keeping watch as Kazutora carefully adjusts the baby in his arms, the kind of delicate handling that surprises even him. He’s never been one for softness, always pushing against the world with a hardness that left little room for gentleness—until now. He looks down, eyes tracing the baby’s tiny hands, the little fingers wrapped around his own with surprising strength.

The baby stirs, their wide eyes blinking up at him, and Kazutora’s breath catches slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as if everything else—the turmoil, the chaos, the memories—fades into the background, leaving only this quiet exchange between father and child.

Kazutora’s voice is soft, almost hesitant as he speaks to the baby, a far cry from the manic energy he once carried. “Hey, little one… can you say something for me?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet kind of longing, though it’s not for the world outside—it’s for this fragile connection he never thought he would have.

The baby, in their own way, tries to respond, making gurgling noises that grow into more distinct sounds. Kazutora watches in silent anticipation, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as the baby’s mouth moves again. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak.

Then, with a bright, innocent giggle, the baby suddenly blurts out a word, though it’s not what Kazutora expected. “Dada!” they say, the sound coming out in a clear, high-pitched tone.

Kazutora freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief for a second. His heart lurches unexpectedly in his chest, and he looks down at the baby as though they’ve just given him the most precious gift. His expression softens, a deep and almost bittersweet tenderness settling in his gaze. “Dada…” he repeats under his breath, as though trying to wrap his mind around it. There’s a tremor in his voice, something raw and vulnerable that he doesn’t often let surface.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the moment unfold, the baby’s innocent giggle filling the room, unaware of the weight they’ve just placed on Kazutora’s heart. Kazutora’s fingers twitch slightly as he holds them closer, his past, his pain, his regret all swirling beneath the surface of this simple, unexpected moment.

The baby, sensing the comfort of Kazutora’s embrace, reaches up with their tiny hands, trying to grab at his face. Kazutora laughs softly, the sound foreign yet warm as he leans into the baby’s touch. “You’re gonna make me soft, huh?” he mutters, though there’s no bitterness in his words—only a quiet affection.

You step forward then, offering him a soft, knowing glance. Kazutora looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, everything between the two of you seems to settle. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, something that says more than words ever could.

Kazutora’s voice breaks the silence, still low and almost tender. “I never thought I’d be here, y’know? This… this feels different.”

You smile gently, watching him with the baby in his arms, a sense of peace settling over you both. The moment is fleeting, but it’s a reminder—Kazutora, despite his past, is finding something he never thought he deserved.

۶ৎBaji Keisuke

The night is quiet, the soft hum of the streetlights casting a dim glow in the room where Baji sits, his wild, untamed jet-black hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves. His usual grin is absent for the moment, replaced by a look of calm as he watches the baby in his arms, who is squirming lightly, their little hands reaching up as if trying to make sense of the world around them. There’s an intensity in Baji’s eyes, but it’s not the usual fire of a fight—it’s something softer, something that only surfaces when he’s with his family.

You stand by the doorway, leaning against the frame, quietly watching the scene unfold. Baji, who is always full of energy, the type to jump into action at any given moment, seems almost frozen in this moment, the wild spark in his eyes replaced by a rare tenderness as he holds the baby close to his chest.

The baby gurgles softly, their small face scrunching in curiosity as they look up at him. Baji’s lips twitch into a small smile, but it’s different than his usual mischievous grin—it’s something warmer, more protective. “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, though a hint of his usual playful nature is still there.

The baby babbles in response, their little voice almost a melody as they stare at Baji with wide, innocent eyes. And then, as if on a whim, the baby utters a word. It’s clear and unambiguous, the word they’ve been practicing, but it’s not what Baji expected.

“Dada!” The word rings out, not perfectly clear, but undeniably present.

Baji’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usual grin falters, replaced by something almost vulnerable. He looks down at the baby, his hand resting gently against their tiny back, and the slightest breath escapes him. His fingers twitch as if unsure how to react to the sudden surge of emotion he didn’t anticipate. His heart pounds, a rush of warmth flooding through him, and despite all his bravado, there’s a crack in the tough exterior.

You smile, stepping a little closer to them, your heart swelling at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got a little fan there,” you tease softly.

Baji’s grin slowly returns, though it’s softer now, not the usual wild energy that so often defines him, but something more intimate. He leans down, his sharp canine teeth flashing briefly as he chuckles under his breath, the sound light and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says it with his usual swagger, but it’s evident that something about the moment has shifted. This isn’t a victory he expected, but it’s a victory that matters more than any battle.

The baby reaches up toward his face, their tiny fingers brushing against his cheek, and Baji’s heart skips a beat. He looks at you for a moment, a wordless exchange between the two of you, before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Good job,” he mutters, his voice soft but steady.

You can’t help but watch the moment unfold with a quiet admiration. Baji, the wild, adrenaline-fueled force of nature, has just experienced something that slows him down, something that pulls him out of the chaos of the world and into a simple, pure connection. The baby giggles, their tiny hands grasping for his hair, and Baji laughs too, the sound genuine and full of joy.

For a brief moment, the world outside seems distant, and all that matters is the little family in that room—the wild heart of Baji, softened and made whole in the presence of his child.

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano

Mikey sits in the quiet of the living room, the soft hum of the clock the only sound besides the gentle breath of the baby in his arms. His short, dark hair is parted neatly at the middle, the weight of the world outside this moment temporarily forgotten. The familiar carefree energy that Mikey is known for seems absent now, replaced by a tenderness he rarely shows. He’s holding the little one close, his hands steady and secure around them, the once-unshakable pillar of Toman now softened by something unexpected.

The baby stirs in his arms, their small face scrunching in confusion as they try to adjust to the world around them. Mikey watches them with a faint smile, though there’s something more complex behind his eyes. The carefree grin that usually defines him is replaced by a quiet focus, a vulnerability that he seldom allows others to see. His heart is heavy with thoughts of the past, of everything he’s lost, but in this moment, the baby offers him something pure, something he hasn’t had in a long time—peace.

The baby’s tiny hand reaches up, grasping for the fabric of his suit, their tiny fingers curling in and out as if trying to touch something they don’t fully understand yet. Mikey’s breath catches in his chest, his gaze softening. He can feel the warmth of their small body, the innocent trust they place in him without question, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of his own burdens lifts just slightly.

“Mama?” The baby says, the word coming out softly but unmistakably.

Mikey freezes. The sound is far from perfect, the baby’s voice still nasally and unsure, but it’s clear enough, and Mikey’s heart skips a beat. He blinks down at the child, his expression flickering between surprise and a strange tenderness, something unfamiliar and soft that he never expected to experience. His hand twitches, fingers tightening around the baby instinctively as if protecting them from the world outside.

You, standing nearby, catch his gaze, the understanding between the two of you unspoken. Mikey clears his throat, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glances at you, trying to regain some of his usual bravado. “Guess that’s not the word I was hoping for,” he says, his tone playful, though there’s a depth to it, a warmth he’s not used to showing.

The baby reaches up again, this time grasping Mikey’s finger, their touch delicate yet insistent. Mikey smiles softly, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that speaks to the weight of the love he’s learning to give. “It’s okay, little one,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe next time, huh?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. The moment feels suspended in time, as if the world around him has faded and all that matters is this—the small, fragile life in his arms and the quiet peace they’ve brought him, in spite of everything he’s carried.

You step closer, watching the scene with a soft smile of your own. Mikey looks up at you then, his expression still soft, but now there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He may have once carried a darkness that threatened to consume him, but here, now, with his child in his arms, that darkness feels far away, as if for a brief moment, he can just be… Mikey. The Mikey who is a child at heart, who’s capable of tenderness and love even amidst the weight of his past.

With a soft chuckle, Mikey leans back slightly, his hand still holding the baby close as he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You heard that, right?” he asks, his voice teasing but there’s something vulnerable in it too. “They said ‘mama.’ Guess I’m off the hook for now.”

You laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. Mikey’s grin widens just a little, and though it’s not the wild grin of a fighter or leader, it’s something just as genuine—something that feels like a promise, a reassurance that even with all the darkness he’s faced, he’s finding light again. And maybe, just maybe, this little one is part of that light.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa

Izana sits in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a guitar string resonating in the air. His large purple eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened by the warmth of the baby in his arms. His wavy hair falls gently around his face, the strands catching the light as he adjusts the baby’s tiny body against his chest, the faint scent of plants and the soft ripple of water from the fish tank nearby offering a peaceful backdrop to an otherwise chaotic life. He had never imagined this—holding a child, one so small, so fragile in his arms. His usual detachment feels muted, replaced by a strange sense of responsibility, a sensation he’s never quite allowed himself to experience before.

The baby stirs in his arms, eyes blinking open and gaze unfocused, their small hands reaching out in curiosity. Izana’s usual composure doesn’t waver, but the faintest trace of tenderness lingers in his gaze as he watches the child, something unfamiliar surfacing beneath the layers of bitterness and coldness he’s built over the years.

The baby makes a small noise, a soft whine, their lips twitching as they try to vocalize something. Izana tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, waiting. His fingers gently caress the baby’s back, an instinctive gesture of care that surprises even him. In the silence of the room, a soft and tentative word escapes the baby’s lips. It’s not quite clear, but the intention is unmistakable.

“Dada.”

Izana freezes. His grip on the guitar tightens for a brief moment, his eyes blinking as he processes the sound, the word hanging in the air like a sudden, unexpected shift in his world. It’s simple—just one word—but for someone like Izana, who has spent most of his life surrounded by cold, violence, and manipulation, hearing such a soft and innocent utterance stirs something deep within him.

A flash of his past flashes through his mind—the loneliness, the bitterness that once consumed him. He had never felt a connection to anyone, certainly not like this. He had always been the one to push people away, to make himself unapproachable, but here, in this moment, the baby’s small hand wraps around his finger, their soft grip a reminder of something pure, something he had lost long ago—the ability to care without expecting anything in return.

He exhales slowly, his face betraying nothing but the faintest softness that only the baby could elicit from him. His hand gently lifts the child, their eyes still wide with curiosity, before he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Dada, huh?” Izana murmurs, his voice quiet but not without a hint of amusement, the corners of his lips turning upward in a small, unexpected smile. It’s a rare sight, one that doesn’t appear often, but in the quiet presence of the baby, it feels more natural than anything he’s ever known. “Guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” he adds softly, almost to himself.

You, standing nearby, watch the scene unfold with a knowing smile. Izana doesn’t often allow anyone to witness such moments, but here, now, with the child in his arms, the pieces of his past—the anger, the bitterness—seem to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Izana looks up at you then, his eyes softer than usual, as if silently asking for your approval, for reassurance that he’s doing this right. That he’s not as lost as he often feels.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the warmth in his eyes speaks volumes. The man who once sought power, control, and dominance has now found something far more valuable—a sense of purpose, a bond he never thought he would have. As he looks down at the baby, his grip tightening slightly around them.

۶ৎRindou Haitani

Rindou sat on the floor of the living room, legs stretched out, his back against the couch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. His pinkish-purple mullet, with its dark blue roots and tips, was damp from a shower, strands falling messily around his face. He had a lazy, almost indifferent expression as he stared at his phone, absently scrolling, but his free hand rested on the baby seated between his legs, offering a steady support as they clumsily played with a soft, squeaky toy.

The baby babbled, gnawing on the corner of the plush thing, drool soaking it thoroughly. Rindou, ever stoic, just watched, raising an eyebrow whenever the squeak got too loud. His black stud earrings caught the light, a stark contrast to the rough Bonten insignia tattoo inked boldly across his neck.

“You’re gonna drown in your own spit,” Rindou muttered, lifting the baby gently by their underarms, pulling them up into a wobbly stand on his thighs. The child stared back at him, wide-eyed, chubby cheeks flushed. Their little fists grabbed at his shirt, seeking balance, and for a moment, there was a quiet exchange—a softness that rarely found its way into Rindou’s life.

The baby blinked, their gaze fixed on Rindou’s face with intense concentration, like they were processing something far too big for their small brain. And then, out of nowhere, they let out a small, clear sound.

“Dada.”

Rindou froze.

The word was soft, tentative, but unmistakable. His blue-gray eyes snapped to the baby’s face, as though he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard it. His normally stoic expression cracked, a rare flicker of surprise flashing across his sharp features.

“What…?”

The baby blinked again, almost as if testing the sound, and with a little more confidence, repeated it.

“Dada.”

This time, it wasn’t a fluke.

For a solid five seconds, Rindou just stared. The usual snarky, blasé attitude was nowhere to be found—his mouth slightly open, the baby still gripping his shirt tightly, unaware they’d just done something monumental.

A scoff broke the silence, but it was soft, almost disbelieving. “… No way.”

He tried to play it cool—but there was no hiding the way his lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile.

“You’ve got shitty taste in first words,” he murmured, lifting the baby higher until their noses nearly touched. The baby, delighted with their new word, kicked their legs happily and repeated, “Dada,” with even more enthusiasm, like they knew they’d hit gold.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose, something warm and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway, as if making sure no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness.

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving in as he brushed his nose against the baby’s cheek, the smallest, almost imperceptible grin forming on his lips. “I hear you. I’m your ‘Dada,’ huh?”

The baby squealed, a high-pitched giggle, and Rindou couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He was used to fights, to blood and bruises, to commanding fear—but this? This was different. And for once, he didn’t mind losing. Not to them. Not to this.

۶ৎShinichiro Sano

It was a quiet afternoon at the Sano bike shop, the scent of oil and metal lingering in the warm air. The faint sound of a wrench clinking against the concrete floor echoed through the open garage, where Shinichiro Sano sat cross-legged, lazily working on a motorcycle engine. His unkempt black hair stuck out in random directions, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upward.

He wasn’t in any rush—never was, really. Dressed in his usual pearl-white shirt and light-washed jeans, a jacket lazily tied around his waist, he looked as effortlessly relaxed as ever. A silver chain peeked out from beneath his collar, catching the sunlight every now and then.

Nearby, his daughter sat on a thick blanket, surrounded by a mess of soft toys and teething rings. She was barely old enough to crawl properly, but that didn’t stop her from making every effort to squirm toward her father, her tiny hands grabbing at the air.

Shinichiro glanced over at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his thin lips. “You getting bored over there, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, warm, and effortlessly gentle as he set the wrench down and wiped his hands on a nearby rag.

She responded with a string of baby babble, half-formed sounds that made no sense but filled the space with life. He watched her, enchanted by the simplest things—how her little fingers curled and uncurled, how her eyes, a perfect mirror of his own dull black ones, lit up every time he spoke.

“Hold on, hold on. I’m comin’.” Shinichiro stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, rising to his feet with a lazy stretch. He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest, her small hand immediately tangling itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“You smell like motor oil,” he murmured with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head despite the mess on his hands. “Not exactly the ideal dad scent, huh?”

As he swayed gently, rocking her out of instinct more than anything, the baby stared up at him, wide-eyed and thoughtful, her chubby cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the afternoon. She blinked slowly, as though studying him, her tiny mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something.

And then, soft as a whisper, it happened.

“…Da…da…”

Shinichiro froze.

The word was faint, breathy—so delicate he almost thought he’d imagined it. His heart skipped a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth surging through his chest.

“…What?” His voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving, as he pulled her back slightly to look at her properly. “What’d you just say?”

The baby blinked again, her expression pure and innocent, and as if sensing his awe, she tried again, this time stronger, more confident.

“Dada.”

Shinichiro felt something inside him break wide open.

He laughed—not his usual lazy, carefree laugh, but something softer, shakier. “You serious right now?”

Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing at the silver chain around his neck, and for once, Shinichiro felt completely helpless—in the best way possible.

“You’re not supposed to say that yet…” he whispered, though the grin on his face betrayed him completely. His thumb brushed gently over her round cheek, his eyes shining with a tenderness so deep it made his chest ache.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m your ‘Dada,’” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. “Lucky me.”

The bike shop, the tools, the cigarette smoke—none of it mattered in that moment. All he knew was the weight of his daughter in his arms, her tiny voice calling out to him, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

And for the first time in a long while, Shinichiro felt like he truly had everything he could ever want.

۶ৎKokonoi Hajime

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kokonoi’s penthouse, casting long shadows over the sleek, minimalist living room. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft jazz playing from the speaker, creating a calm, almost surreal atmosphere.

Koko sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed down in black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, his silver-white hair loose around his shoulders. He had a glass of whiskey beside him — untouched — as he watched their daughter with that same quiet intensity he reserved for high-stakes meetings… except this was different.

She was sitting in the middle of a plush play mat, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of toys, a stuffed bunny half-chewed, and a colorful book she had zero interest in. Her soft hair fell over her round cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide, thoughtful eyes — eyes that mirrored her mother’s so distinctly that Koko sometimes forgot how to breathe when she stared at him like that.

“Pretty, aren’t you?” he murmured, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Got that from your mom… lucky kid.”

She babbled in response, smacking the bunny against the floor with impressive determination, her little brows furrowed as though she were solving some great mystery.

Koko’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual cool composure.

“You’re really giving that thing a hard time,” he remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination. “What did it ever do to you?”

She paused, blinking up at him, lips slightly parted, as though she was about to say something… but instead, she dropped the toy with a dramatic flair and crawled toward him, tiny hands smacking against the polished hardwood floor.

He sat up straighter, heart giving an odd little skip — not that he’d ever admit that.

“You comin’ over here?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her.

She reached him, pulling herself up with clumsy determination, her chubby fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt as she balanced on unsteady legs. Koko’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to catch her if she wobbled too much.

And then, she looked up at him… and with a small, clear voice, said:

“Da…da.”

Koko blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. The word was soft, delicate, but unmistakable. His throat tightened, the glass of whiskey forgotten entirely.

“What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

She stared up at him with the same serious expression, as though this wasn’t a monumental moment — just another part of her day.

“Dada.”

The second time, it hit him harder.

A sharp inhale, and then — to his surprise — a soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough and disbelieving.

“You—” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

She, of course, said nothing. Just continued to stare at him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she had no intention of letting go.

“First word, huh?” Koko said, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “And it’s me…”

Something in his chest ached — something he hadn’t felt in years. He thought of how, for so long, he’d believed everything important in his life slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on. But here she was… holding onto him.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he whispered, brushing a gentle hand over her soft hair.

She leaned forward, her head resting against his chest in a way that made his heart squeeze painfully.

“I should tell your mom,” he murmured, though he made no move to get up. “She’s gonna want to hear this…”

But he didn’t. He just stayed there, holding her, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing, as though he was afraid to break the spell.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, sleepily this time, as if testing the word.

Koko closed his eyes for a long moment, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’m your Dada.”

And for once, there was nothing else he needed.

۶ৎKen Ryuguji

The rain tapped lightly against the windows, casting soft shadows across the small but cozy apartment. The scent of warm tea and baby powder lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made the place feel lived-in — loved.

Draken sat on the floor, back against the couch, his long legs stretched out, and their daughter nestled comfortably between them. His strong, calloused hands were gentle as he helped her balance, her tiny fingers grabbing at the hem of his patterned jacket with the determination of someone on a mission.

“Steady now, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice softer than usual, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

She had her mother’s eyes — there was no denying it. That same soft, soulful gaze that could stop Draken in his tracks, no matter how tough he tried to act. The resemblance was almost eerie, especially when she stared up at him with that thoughtful, almost knowing expression, as if she could see right through him.

“You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, you know that?” he teased, running a hand over his buzzed undercut, the dragon tattoo on his temple stark against his skin. “Just like your mom…”

His daughter, of course, was unimpressed. She was too busy trying to pull herself up, grabbing at his jacket with clumsy determination, her chubby legs wobbling as she straightened herself.

Draken arched a brow, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet pride. “Look at you… tough little thing,” he muttered. “Didn’t get that from her.”

She babbled something incoherent, rocking back and forth on her feet, her lips forming shapes that almost sounded like words.

“Yeah?” Draken chuckled, leaning in closer, his braid falling over his shoulder. “What are you tryin’ to tell me, huh?”

She paused then, swaying slightly before gripping his jacket tighter. For a split second, Draken thought she was about to fall — his hands twitched, ready to catch her — but she steadied herself, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes.

And then…

“Da…da.”

Draken froze.

The word was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“What…?”

She said it again, clearer this time, her small voice filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.

“Dada.”

Draken stared at her, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt since his gang days. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say — wasn’t sure if he could say anything at all.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice rougher now, a little hoarse. “You just—”

Before he could finish, she took an unsteady step forward and fell right into his chest, her tiny arms wrapping around him as best as they could.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, her voice muffled against his shirt.

And that… that broke him.

Draken closed his eyes, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he held her close, his thumb brushing over her soft hair. The warmth of her small body against his made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for — a deep, protective kind of love that scared him more than any fight ever had.

“Yeah…” he whispered after a long moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his voice softer than it had ever been. “I’m your dad…”

He stayed like that for a while, holding her, feeling her small breaths against him. He didn’t call for her mom — not yet.

This moment was his. Just for now.

Toga Himiko x female!reader

Warnings: character death, blood, reader has a Blood Manipulation quirk and goes by she/her

Request

"Oh wow, Toga!" You're eyes widen as you see the blonde smile.

Toga braced herself for your next words. She was ready to be told how terrifying her smile was, how terrifying SHE was. After all, she was used to people telling her that.

"Its so cute!"

Her thoughts change when she hears your words. You think she's...cute? Specifically her smile? Toga feels her cheeks heat up in a soft blush and reaches her hands up to your face, squishing your cheeks.

This sudden action takes you by surprise, making a pink blush spread across your face.

Toga giggled softly at your reaction, leaning in closer to your face. Her soft lips press against your forehead in a gentle kiss. She pulls back slightly, looking at how red your face is.

Toga giggled, holding you hands. These were some of her favorite moments with you.

Toga Himiko loved you more than anything.

The cold wind brushes against her face and through her hair, the atmosphere tense and sad.

No. This couldn't be happening. Not again.

Not you. Anyone BUT you.

She saw how one of the people she dearly loved snapped your neck in a brutal battle.

She saw how Izuku Midoriya took your life.

Your cold and lifeless lays on the ground, blood pooling around you. You eyes held nothing but a cold gray sky as you stared up endlessly into the sky. The sound of your neck cracking echos in her ears. The sickening snap of your bones.

You still looked beautiful to her. So pretty, all covered in your own blood.

But she didn't want this to be the end.

She always dreamed of living with you. In a fancy penthouse in Tokyo, maybe with a cute little dog or cat.

She always wanted that to be a reality. To spend the rest of her life with you.

Toga remembered the day you joined the League of Villains.

"Your quirk is Blood Manipulation, right?" She asks, tilting her head. You look over to the blonde girl, nodding your head. "Mhm." You hum in agreement.

Toga leans closer to you, making you lean back, slightly uncomfortable with how close she was.

"Lets be friends!" She says, smiling widely.

You don't get a chance to answer before she wraps you in a tight embrace. "I can't wait to see how your blood tastes!"

Your eyes widen, looking down at her with a shocked expression. "I'm sorry. What?"

Toga felt tears stream down her face as she stared at your body. She looks at Izuku Midoriya, her face stained in her own tears and her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at him with confusion and sadness.

"Why did you do that?" She finally asks him, her voice wavering. "She didn't do anything wrong..."

Izuku doesn't respond. He clenches his fists, looking directly at her. "I'm sorry." He whispers, turning away from her as he walks off.

Toga watches him leave with confusion and shock.

Why did he just walk away? Why did he kill you? Why....

Toga looked down at your body, suddenly filled with anger. She loved Izuku Midoriya, but she loved you more. And he was going to pay for what he did to you.

She kneels down to your lifeless body, holding your ice cold hand as she injects the syringe, watching as it takes your blood.

She rubs her thumb against the back of your hand. "Don't worry, I won't let go. I know how much you hate needles, honey." She whispers to you, smiling innocently down at your body. "Shh..." She takes out the syringe, now full of your blood. "Its okay. I'm going to make that mean boy pay."

She smiled in satisfaction to herself, holding the tube of your blood in her hands. "I've always wanted to taste your blood, sweetie." She says.

Toga bites into the tube, sucking the blood out of it. The liquid fills her mouth, the taste of iron spreading on her tongue. Her features become more like you, her hair fading into your hair color and her eyes becoming as soft as yours.

She pats her cheek, looking down at you. "Look, see, Y/N?" She beams. "We match now!"

Toga looks towards the way Izuku Midoriya walked off, seeing him in the distance, his body getting smaller and smaller as he walked further away.

Toga grinned to herself. She always wanted to try your Piercing Blood move. Izuku was the perfect target.

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Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

synopsis “Where Draco Malfoy has loved YN since first year and doesn’t plan on telling her until she comes back from holiday and comes back dating someone new.”

contents “Very cutesy female reader, 18 years of age for both, Angst, Mentions of cheating, smut: vaginal piv sex, mating press, vaginal fingering and eating, blowjob, lowkey dirty dirty sex, praise, hair pulling, drool, making out, reader is on birth control (but is not openly said)”

notes “Lowkey inspired by the Rachel and Ross and Julie episodes of friends. Lets all pretend that Draco was not building a special special cabinet and that he was not a death eater, and voldemort is not a thing Okay! Also...I JUST HAD TO MAKE DRACO A LIL MUSHY GUSHY ALRIGHT?”

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He was running. He never thought he would ever be running for anyone, especially a girl. Well, woman now. But he was still running, nevertheless. Running because he realized that now was the time was right. He, Draco Malfoy was running to the Hogwarts Express to finally tell Y/n L/n that he was downright in love with her, and had been since the moment he laid eyes on her.

The Hogwarts Express sat there in all its glory as students flooded out. All were happy as the snow that was falling around them caused a few to slip around as they giggled with their friends. Draco had just made it as he began to search desperately, accidentally running into Blaise as he held hands with Pansy. “Draco, Mate, what's the rush?” Blaise said as he turned around to get no answer, and instead watched the back of Draco.

He was whipping his head around, feeling his robe fluttering behind him as he walked briskly through everyone, still searching for the girl that was engraved into his head 24/7. Everyone moved out of the way, and some were pushed, but even through all that, he still couldn’t find the girl, but the moment he did.

Oh, he wished he didn’t.

“Hi, Draco! I thought you stayed at school for a holiday?” She exclaimed the minute she saw him. “I-I did.” He was stuttering, not good. A look of concern crossed her face. “Are you alright?” She said still holding the hand of the brunette next to her.

‘Fucking Harry Potter, out of anyone else, she chose the fucking guy he hated with his whole being.’

“Yeah, I'm okay. I was just looking for Blaise.” The Blonde said with a deep frown, completely masking his heartbreak. “I think he was back-” She got interrupted as Draco briskly walked past her. She watched him walk away as a flicker of hurt flashed in her eyes. “You okay, Sweetheart?” Harry asked as he looked at the girl, smiling quickly and she shook her head shyly.

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A week later he saw the two again in the library, Potter blabbering on with Weasley and Granger about something Snape said. Of course, he didn’t pay too much about him but rather to the girl dressed in Hufflepuff robes.

Y/n was studying next to the boy, Draco knowing the pressure of getting good grades as she too is a pure blood with pressuring parents. A look of annoyance crosses her face and Harry knocks her arm as she’s writing what he can assume is an essay for a class. “Sorry,” Harry muttered looking at her and then looking back at his friends.

A following week later, He saw them again at a party in the Ravenclaw Dorms. Harry had his arm around her as he talked Vividly with Cho Chang. The girl looked out of place at the party, even though there were other Hufflepuffs, some even eyeing him up as he stared at the other girl across the room.

Y/n did not look like she enjoyed being at this party, the girl was dressed in a pastel pink dress a pretty pink ribbon in her hair, and pretty ruby red Mary Jane heels. She bit her lip as she looked at her boyfriend again as he continued to just talk to Cho completely ignoring her as he hovered in tipsy euphoria. Then her pretty doe eyes caught his. And she smiled. And waved. And he waved back with a smile as well.

And did Harry hate that? The minute he recognized the blonde he had started to argue with the girl. Tears and yelling, a lot of yelling actually. Mostly from Harry though as he wouldn’t let the girl get a word in. And to end it, out of pure spite, he kicked Y/n away and onto the curb like a sad puppy. Draco had watched the whole thing, and although he had to hold his tongue. He opted to turn the boy a bright shade of red by punching him in the nose and running after Y/n who had run out crying moments before.

“Y/n?” Draco called out as he saw the girl in the corridors staring out the window, cold air flowing through as the snow fell outside the school. The girl looked at him as her glittery eyeshadow ran down her cheeks, looking as if she cried tears of diamonds.

“It's cold out tonight.” He remarked walking to stand next to her as she leaned into a column next to the open expanse of the building. She was sniffling lightly as she continued to let her tears flow freely in a glimmery river.

Draco sighed and took off the coat he was wearing and draped it over her shoulders. He continued to admire her, And That's when it clicked for him. “Y/n…” she looked at him with such a sad look. He took a deep breath before gently grabbing her face, and kissing her deeply.

The girl's eyes widened and she let out a gasp and pushed him away gently. “Draco, wha-why?” She stuttered out, covering her mouth as more tears started to trail down her face. “Y/n.” He breathed. “I’ve loved you since the first year. You deserve the world. I don’t know what else to say without sounding completely foolish but I am so in love with you that you should not be with someone as idiotic as fucking Potter.” She continued to cry as she continued to look at him.

“I love you so much and I would treat you the way that you deserve to be treated, like a princess. A way that Potter is not. I would kill for you, I would die for you, Move the heavens and earth for you. I love you.” He spewed out. Breathing heavily as the girl removed his coat and gently handed it to him, walking away a few paces ahead of him, before turning to face him.

“Draco. I love you too.” Y/n whispered, “But I can’t be with you. I’m with Harry. I'm so sorry.” She whispered before briskly walking away from him. And Draco felt his heart break even more, so he turned and walked towards the dungeon. He hadn’t felt heartbreak before and he didn’t know that his tears would flow with it. So he walked away, hands stuffed in his pockets as he muttered to himself.

Y/n regretted walking away the minute she turned away from the blonde. She had loved him for the longest time but just never wanted to tell him for fear of rejection and losing the soft spot he had for her while he continued to keep his mean demeanor for everyone else. She loved him so much. She fantasized about being his, and no one else's. She fantasized about the relationship that would've bloomed for the two. She fantasized about him meeting her family, formally as hers. She fantasized about being used by him in the midnight hours when her roommates were out, folding her in half and into his mattress, cock slotted perfectly between them, connecting them intimately. Moans and groans and handsy touching, and him whispering about how good he felt.

She made it back to the party to try to talk to Harry, to apologize. The crowded room was full of drunk students, suffocating in the room as she continued to search only to run into Hermione and Ron, looks of hurt and shock as they saw the girl. “Y/n, what's the matter?” The brunette asked her as Ron also looked at her in concern as he took a tissue out of his pocket to hand to Hermione, to wipe her glittery river of tears. “Just a fight with a friend and Harry is all. Where is he?” sniffling as she held Hermione's hand gently. “I don’t exactly know,” Hermione answered looking towards Ron who just shrugged. “We could help you look.” Ron finished.

“Oh, that's quite alright. I think I can manage-” The girl was cut off as a storage closet opened to reveal Cho Chang with none other than her Boyfriend, Harry. People were either gasping or cheering for the golden boy as he stumbled out with a goofy grin as Cho hung off of him. Clothing touseled, and makeup and hair smeared as they giggled to themselves.

“Oh, Y/n.” Hermione gasped as she hugged the girl who just stood in shock while staring at the two. Filled with boiling anger as she recounted the numerous hidden arguments between the two talking about his relationship with the said ravenclaw. She didn’t even move as frustrated tears flooded her cheeks for the third time that night. Before even moving towards the two or removing the brunette that was comforting her from the side, Ron was the first of the three to move. “Fucking hell Harry.”

“What? We were just having some fun.” Cho replied drunkenly. “With a man in a relationship no less.” Ron’s voice grew in decibels, causing others to look towards the commotion.”Then we can keep it a secret.” Harry replied with an eye roll as he stumbled forward, hand groping the breast of the raven-haired girl next to him. “Well, the secrets’ out.” Y/n scowled out. Both Harry and Cho’s faces paled at seeing the girl. Who as the author must say, is the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts.

Sharply wiping her eyes, she walked up to Harry and slapped the boy back to Hogsmeade. “You bitch.” Cho slurred as she went to grab Harry. “Says the one that goes after people's relationships,” Y/n growled. “Harry when you are fully sober, find me tomorrow so I can properly break up with you.” And she strutted off. Straight to the Slytherin quarters.

Draco had just got to the hallway of the Slytherin dorms when he heard his name being called, inhaling sharply as he heard her sweet tone call for him. He rubbed his hands on his face before turning towards the voice. There she was still in the pretty baby pink slip dress and red heels as before. “Y/n…” He said waiting for her to answer, pretty pissed from their earlier talk. “I-” she stuttered as she grew shy under his scrutinizing gaze. “Well, get on with it. I don’t have all night.” Draco snapped, crossing his arms over his strong chest.

She walked up to him until they were inches from each other. “I love you, Draco Malfoy. So fucking much.” she threw her arms around his neck as she pulled him down towards her awaiting lips. His eyes widened as he gripped her hips tight enough to bruise. She opened her mouth to allow his waiting tongue in. Sucking, moaning, and dirty mess as they separate breathing heavily. “What happened to earlier?” He asked heavily. “I realized that you were completely right,” she answered shakily as she tried to catch her breath. “I deserve better, and I love you, and you love me.”

She took a deep breath as she looked up at his grey eyes as he kept his grip on her hips. “You said you would kill for me, and die for me, move the heavens and earth. Draco Lucius Malfoy, I love you,” She finished as he looked down at her hungrily. “And I want you to treat me the way that I know I deserve, and like a princess.” He learned to push her up against the wall as he began to nibble and kiss at her neck, causing her to let out sweet moans as she gripped his broad shoulders. They continued to kiss heavily as they swallowed the arousing noises any of them would make.

“Draco,” She whimpered as he stopped to look down at her through his lashes. “Please.” She begged quietly as she gripped his black button-up and began to get on her knees to please him. “Anything you want, Princess.” He groaned as she made haste for his buckle not even caring that anyone could walk down the hallway and catch them. She had finally freed him from his trousers, feeling the heavy weight of his pretty cock in her smaller hands.

“Whatever you want,” Draco said as he looked down at her, moving the hair to go behind her ears, careful of her pretty pink bow that rested in the pretty little updo she wore. He gasped quietly when she took the first lick towards the leaky head. “Just like that Darling. So good.” He groaned as she swallowed around his thick girth. A slobbery mess of spit and precum turned into a pretty clear gloss on the girl's lips as she deepthroated him, careful of any gagging.

Soon the blonde let out a deep groan as his milky white filed into her mouth, down her throat. He let out a deep chuckle as he pulled the girl up by her chin and kissed her again, tasting his own self on her tongue. They disconnected as Draco fixed his pants and flipped the girl so that she was the one with her back leaning against the wall. He gets on the ground and lifts the skirt of her dress to pull her pretty pink panties down her legs, to see that they too had a bow in the middle. “Such a pretty girl with pretty panties.” He says against her thighs as he pulls the skirt to go over and cover his blonde locks.

She had felt his hot breath on her puffy pussy as it swelled up from having no friction. He gave a quick kitten lick before completely burying his tongue in between her. Sucking hard on her clit and fucking her deep with his tongue with her leg hoisted above his shoulder and hands covering her mouth as she shyly let out sounds of pleasure.

“Draco,” Y/n whined as she let her senses heighten as she began to reach her peak. “Yes, Princess.” He smiled up at her as the dress fell off his head, showing his messy hair and glossy lips with her own sweetness. “I need it.” She said as she stuttered and tears pricked her eyes once again. “Need what, hmm?” Draco said as he bunched the dress up her waist and held it there.

“Need you to make me cum, please.”

“So dirty,” He said leaning to let her watch him lick her clit, “But so polite, I might consider it.” He said looking up at her and letting one of his hands flow down her navel to wear his mouth is, collecting the slick. Then letting two fingers enter her and fuck her gently. The loud squelching of her wetness and his own slurps as he continued to eat her. The pressure built up quicker than she thought, and she came in a silent scream as her cum began to dribble down her thighs and down Draco’s mouth. He let go of her pussy as he continued to thrust threw her orgasm, staring up at the girl with hazy grey eyes and mouth open in a wide grin as he watched his lover who held a scrunched-up face and tears flowing and drool dribbling down from her mouth.

Feeling the overstimulation, Y/n cried out as she gripped Draco’s wrist as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, smiling coyly up at her as he slick continued to drip onto the ground. “D-Draco,” She gasped out as she continued to grab at his hand, “Please, j-just fuck m-me already.” He finally stopped, getting up as he pulled her dress down, looking down at her pretty ruby red Mary Jane that was wet with droplets that dripped from her. He pulled her towards her roughly to messily kiss her again as he felt the intense heat that radiated from her. Gripping her and scratching at her back as they moaned into each other's mouths.

“Come one, let's give my princess all the pleasure that she can take.” He rasped between their lips quickly grabbing her by the hips and leading her into the next hallway where the Slytherin dorms were. “Pure-Blood.” He replied gruffly when they approached the stone wall to the Slytherin common room.

The common room was empty as most of the occupants were still at the Ravenclaw party, the only people in the common room were just Pansy and Blaise. “Y/n what sight to see.” Pansy chuckled in her position on Blaise's lap as they never expected to see the shy Hufflepuff in their common room, with Draco nonetheless. “Hi,” Y/n said quietly as Draco led her straight to the stairs going toward the Male Dormitories. “Bye,” The couple said as they watched Draco push the girl out of the Common Room. “Well, they look like they are having fun,” Blaise remarked. “What if we go have fun while your people are still out,” Pansy smirked as she got off his lap and waited for him to follow her.

Draco pushed Y/n into his single dorm prefect room, panting heavily as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Lifting the dress above her hips, Y/n paused as Draco stopped her. “A princess shouldn’t need to undress herself. Let me.” he pulled the silky pink above her head as she stared at his bare chest. Muscles bulging as he maneuvered himself to push her onto the edge of the bed as he stared at her bare chest. “So pretty.” He watched as she covered herself with her arms, watching as he kneeled on the ground to remove her heels, now only in her white calf-high socks.

He grabbed her hands as she went to take out her bow. “Keep it on.” He said before kissing her chest, sucking on her pretty nipples. Y/n could only sit there, arching her back as he sucked bruises into her skin. He unbuckled himself and began undressing so that he was bare with her as he began to fondle her breasts as well. She arched herself into Draco as he gripped her bare back.

“Draco, darling please just fuck me already.” She moaned out after pushing him away, gently giving sweet kisses against his lips. “Alright, Alright, just be patient yeah?” He chuckles as he pushes her back, crawling onto the bed. Slotting himself between her legs, folding her legs so that her thighs meet her own shoulders, just like in her fantasies. He sits back on his haunches as he holds her knees together with one big hand, taking his cock in the other and trailing it back and forth against her slick pussy, watching as more slick gushes out of her as she moaned quietly to himself.

Then he slid himself in, groaning at the tightness and how warm it was inside her squishy walls. “My princess feels so good, squeezing around me. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He groaned out throwing his head back. Sliding back out to just fuck the tip in and out of her. She felt her walls stretching to their limit by just his tip, feeling the fullness already even if it was not his full length. “D-Draco, so big.” She moaned out feeling the stretch as he dragged his cock into her again. “I know sweetheart, be patient.” He cooed as he stared at the girl's face before fully pushing in.

The mating press he had her in making the both feel how full and deep he was in her. Her cunt hugging his cock as he hammered into her, surprised by how pliable the girl was. The stretch felt as amazing as ever and the tightness having them both rolling their eyes.

“cumming.” the girl whimpered. “what was that?” he answered smirking as he pushed in balls deep and began rubbing her clit in tight , fast circles. The girl began crying again and stuttered out “cumming.” once again as her slick began to rush out like a fountain.

Draco didn’t stop thrusting as the girl still remained crying out , clawing at his biceps from the overstimulation. “Can you keep going, pretty?” he tilted his head at her, awaiting her answer. And she just nodded with a look of awe at the mess he made of her.

This time he folded her up in his lap in a full nelson. Full pussy and loving how she was manhandled. and it wasn’t even 5 minutes of thrusting before she was squirting again, making more of a mess as it dribbled down his own cock and down his legs. “Darling, you really need to stop making such a big mess.” He grabbed her chin to kiss her again.

“I’m almost finished with you, are you able to keep going?” Draco said after putting her legs down so that she was sitting there on his dick. “mhm.” she said as she just looked at him, before kissing his neck. “where do you want it?” he said as he slowly thrusted in her as she was in his lap.

“inside please.” she said as he laid back, keeping her on his dick and putting her in a cowgirl. “So polite.” he muttered as he put his hand around her neck, choking her softly. Propping his knees up so that she was chest to chest with him, he used his free hand to hold her hips down to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Draco, please cum in me .” she mewled as he was grunting underneath her. “Don’t worry, I plan too.” and she soon felt herself tighten around him again, this time he was nearing his own peak as he bit into her neck. “Please!” she screamed out as she came on him, this time she felt herself being filled up by his own cum as he groaned against her neck.

slouching on top of him, the actions of them finally set in, where she covered her face and cowered away in embarrassment. Trying to ease herself off from the impalement , the blonde pulled her close to him , groaning softly at the way the girl lightly clenched on him.

“Draco..” the girl whispered, looking him in the eyes. “We can’t stay like this.” She said referring to the indecency they were in. Although the boy had a private dorm, she did feel a bit awkward with the way that she was still naked. Then of course there are certain things that did need to be discussed.

The two had finally unsheathed and began to dress again. “Draco..” the girl said as she sat there in her dress watching as he buttoned up his shirt halfway, letting the rest stay unbuttoned.

“What does all of this mean?” She said watching as he lifted his head, smiling slightly. “The sex, the ‘I love you’s’?”

“It means I love you… Y/n.” He said approaching her. “It means I want to be with you, share experiences with you. Give you every ounce of my love.” He said as he lifted her head, kissing her gently again.

“But what about Har-“ “He can’t appreciate you like I do darling. He showed that at the party with that filthy Ravenclaw.” He said holding her in his arms. “I love you Y/n and I plan to show you as well as the rest of the world.” he chuckled “It’s a plus that I can show that Potter that too.”

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That next day he did in fact show Harry, by placing a big kiss , slightly embarrassing the girl as others watched in enjoyment.

“You cheated on me!” Harry blubbered on, Cho standing behind him, looking as if she got slapped. Standing next to other Ravenclaws as everyone watched as Hermione and Ron held the brunettes from pulling out his wand in his fury.

“Potter, don't flatter yourself. Yesterday night I, as well as everyone in this courtyard saw you kissing that girl behind you. And right in front of Y/n I might add.” Draco said, pushing Y/n behind him as he pointed at Cho.

“Merlin, you’re crazier than I thought.” Y/n whispered behind him smiling. He looked behind himself to smile at her. “You have no one to blame but yourself.” He said taking one last look at Harry before bringing Y/n to the dining hall, Showing their love more and more.

i have so much work todo but i’ll just procrastinate and watch movies then eventually go to bed around 2 when everything is done🩷