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Today I posted this Gyutaro x reader short, and I keep feeling like I could have done so much better. I won't delete it because I'm still learning, and it's part of my progress as a writer, but I will probably redo it in the future.

It has been my first time ever writing a smut and I feel like I did it so badly... But I guess I had to start from some point and this was it. Hope next time I can do it better.

If anyone can give me any tip to improve my writing, I will really appreciate it! ^^

[jok13-writings]

The siblings kidnap you

warnings: Explicit sexual deme, +18, Gyutaro being weird, yandere, dry humping, dubious consent, Stockholm sindrome, dark theme.

Authors note: I had this in my drafts for months and I finally decided to post it.

When Daki dragged you to her hideout, fear gripped you completely. She had grown fond of you because of your complying and affable personality. But when she revealed her unsettling looking brother to you, your heart nearly stopped—you thought you might faint on the spot.

His appearance was as nothing you had ever seen. He crawled out from what seemed the inside of the back of his sister, showing his scrawny body with an inhuman shape, with an abdomen that nearly existed and pointy prominent hip bones. You gasped when his lanky frame stood tall in front of you, not daring to scream, too paralyzed from the fear.

Slowly he kneeled down in front of you with a wicked smirk. His eyes trailed you up and down with a hungry gaze. As you look at him in the eyes, you can see something written in them. The kanji for "Upper Rank" carved across his right eye, and the daiji for "Six" carved on his left.

"Such a pretty thing... pretty eyes... smooth skin..."

He trailed off with a cracked voice, while with his left hand he began to scratch his neck with such a force that it bleed. Seeing him doing that to himself made your stomach turn and your chest tighten. Slowly you tried to crawl away from him, but when he saw your attempt, he grabbed your chin roughly, keeping you in place.

A maniac laughter echoed from his gut, and you could see his bleeding skin regenerating. Your eyes widened. Whatever this thing was… it wasn't human for sure.

His thumb caressed your skin almost tenderly, making you shiver. "So cute... I bet you never had to worry about getting a plate of warm food in the table... so lucky" His voice sounded teasing and sarcastic, as if he was playing with his food.

With his free hand, he pointed at your neck, something that looked like a red weapon. Like a scythe made of meat. You closed your eyes tight in fear, thinking that this was when everything ended.—"Don't you dare, brother!" Daki whined, making him stop. "She is not food for now, she is mine".

You opened your eyes and Gyutaro turned to look at her with a scowl. "What the fuck do you mean with that Daki? Is this like a pet or something to you?" He said with disdain, tilting your face towards them.

Daki huffed and started throwing a tantrum. "And what if she is?! Don't you want your sister to be happy? Just let me have her". Gyutaro with a sigh immediately let go of you and started consoling his sister. "Fine, fine, you can have this human or whatever... if it makes you happy..." He said as he patted her head.

You were left confused as you watched the scene. At lest, the imminent danger was over, but the fact that they called you a pet made you feel very uneasy.

The younger demon girl recovered in time record when her brother allowed her to keep you, and looked at you with a smirk. "I knew you'll understand brother, and we can share her of course... she is well-behaved and pretty". She said as she got closer to you and caressed your hair.

Gyutaro scoffed and looked at you up and down lazily while he scratched his neck. "So what if she is pretty? She is just a human". He did not understand his sister fascination with you, you were just another privileged pretty human that made his jealousy boil.

"But she is our pretty human. She is cute and compliant." The female demon said and then grabbed your hair with her first. "Aren't I right?" She said with a dangerous tone, and you could only nod in fear.

"See brother?" She's all cute and yours to play with" As his sister said dose words, something in him snapped. You were a pretty human and all his. He felt himself getting excited, and he took a long look at you again.

Such a fragile and cute thing, and all for me to break.

He thought to himself. You were just like a small, precious present that had been given to him. "Mine…?" He murmured under his breath as he stared at you with an unsettling gaze. As you felt his eyes on you, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, she's all yours, brother, until I get back from work, of course." Daki announced and then turned again to you. "Be a good girl and keep company to my big brother while I'm gone" She told you almost sweetly, letting go of your hair and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

And with that, she left you alone with him.

You were still sitting on the ground, feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze. For a long while, he did not move or flinch, he just stared at you with widen eyes. It was so weird. You did not know what to do in that situation and just fidgeted nervously as the air was charged with tension. The anticipation of what he would do was making your heart rise.

"Do you have a name, pretty thing?" His cracked voice sounded after what felt like an eternity.

You nodded shyly and looked up at him. "Yes, my name is Y/N..." you managed to say without your voice trembling.

He tilted his head to the side and a smirk that showed off his shark like white fangs appeared on his face. "Y/N... a pretty name for a pretty girl..." His words sounded mocking, and slowly he started to step closer to you.

“Tell me, I am too hideous for such precious thing like you, Y/N?” He asked in a taunting voice, almost sarcastic, but this time it felt as if he was genuinely asking… as if there was a tingle of hope behind all the mockery. 

You quickly shock your head out of fear of doing anything that could anger him. You had seen how they could tear a person's libs apart just with their bare hands and how their teeth crushed human bones without any difficulty, so you did what you needed to do at that moment, you lied. 

“No! of course not… I don't think so at all… you and Daki are both precious to me!” Panicked words started flowing out of your mouth before you forced yourself to shut up. 

As you said that, he paused suddenly, his characteristic smirk faltering, and an unsettling silence succumbed between you two once more. The demon just stared at you again with dose eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. Fear gripped your heart and your head started reeling. 

“Did I said something wrong? Is he offended? Will he hurt me now?” Panicked questions started to flown in your mind. 

You didn't know it, but your answer had actually surprised Gyutaro and deeply touched him. He knew that it was probably a lie, he sensed your fear and discomfort under his gaze, but at that the same time he also felt a soft tightness into his chest. It was a nice sensation, and he wanted more of that, more of your pretty words. 

Suddenly, a manic grin returned into his features and he started moving again closer to you. “Precious… you think I am such a thing?” He asked, with a low rumble.

As he got closer, your heart rate started to increase. They said they weren't going to kill you, but that only could mean that maybe your fate would be worse. As he stopped in front of you, you closed your eyes hard in fear and waited for anything to happen. You could feel his imposing presence in front of you and for a long moment he just stared at you, feeling amused, until you felt his hand move.

You instinctively flinched at the change in the air, in fear of getting hit, but what he did surprised you. He started petting your hair.

For a long moment, you did not open your eyes. His hand felt rough and strong, but his touch was tender against your scalp, making you shiver slightly under it. Slowly you opened your eyes and your heart nearly stopped. Your eyes immediately met his grotesque features and his intense gaze. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“Foolish girl… tell me what else do you think about me.” he commanded in an intimate tone, his voice tingled with challenge, but it was also obvious what he wanted. He wanted more pretty words, more validation from you. 

For a long moment, you didn't know what to say, what could you possibly say to a thing like him? But you decided to try anyway. “My precious… my sweetheart…” You whispered, “I like your… Colorful eyes… and your hair…”

As you said those words, Gyutaro felt a shiver run down a spine, and he made a strange sound close to a whimper. Now he was looking at you with a weird expression, between a pleading look and as if he was in pain. Then he suddenly grabbed your hair, making you gasp in fear. 

You did not dare to move or blink, just held your breath. Then he leaned closer, and to your surprise, he started sniffing your hair and nuzzling his nose against it. As he sniffed you, he whined. "I am your sweetheart?" He asked reassurance as if he was a small kid. 

His sudden change of demeanor left you confused and a little unsettled, but for some kind of reason, it also made you feel some sort of twisted sympathy for this demon. Slowly, you moved your hand and caressed his arm. “Yes… my precious sweetheart” you reassured him, which caused another whimper to come out of his lips. 

He couldn't hold himself any longer as he felt an immense need to feel you close, to touch you. His free hand traveled to your lower back and in a rough push he pulled you into his lap. You let go a surprised gasp and your hands fell against his chest. Now he had his arms wrapped around you, and he was nuzzling his face on your neck like a cat.

You felt like a caged rabbit, in the arms of a hungry wolf, and you could only think about how close to your neck now those sharp teeth were. Even so, it was like if a connection was being to slowly build between the two of you. It was like if a protective feeling was gradually building in your heart towards this thing that was clinging to you as if you were his last air of breath. 

He was now holding you in a crushing embrace that almost left you without space for your laughs to breath, so you tried to move a little to regain some space. As you did, you moved your hips trying to wiggle free from his embrace, and gasped when to your horror you felt against your clothed core his hard clothed erection. 

Your slow, innocent roll of your hips caused him to growl and whimper against your ear, his breath starting to get labored. “What are you doing…? ah… do it again…” Gyutaro panted as he crushed you closer to him and pushed your hips with his hand so you will repeat the delicious friction. 

His lips started to trail wet and open-mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of saliva on his wake, making you tremble under his touch. You could feel how hard and big he was under the thin texture of his pants, as he continued to ground against your now wet clothed core and swollen nerve button.  

“Wait… it wasn’t…” You tried to say weakly as you shifted against him, trying to resist his sensual advances, feeling overwhelmed and conflicted by the pleasure and your emotions. Gyutaro, noticing that, with a swift motion he had you pinned into the floor under him, now moving faster against you and sucking into your neck dark red and purple marks. 

“You are not going anywhere” He panted against your ear as he held you trapped under him. His movements now erratic against you, seeking his own pleasure while he whimpered and grunted against your ear. 

The stimulation was maddening and now that you were trapped under him, you were just forced into having to feel it. Every time he moved his hard clothed shaft against your clothed clit, you felt an electrifying feeling of pleasure. It was like as if your fear and his body looming over you made you feel even more aroused. 

You held tightly against him, your nails digging into his back, while you tried to muffle any sound that came from your lips, pressing your face against his shoulder. But it was of no use, because your body was starting to tremble more due to the constant stimulation, and you also started to buck your hips against his, seeking this maddening friction. 

“Shit!, fuck… need more! Don't… don't fucking stop” Gyutaro growled against your ear as his hand moved behind you and grabbed you by your rear, lifting your lower half so it was pressing more insistently against him. He was so fucking close that he didn't care if he was about to cum all over his pants.

As he pressed into you, you finally felt that exquisite sensation in your lower abdomen, and a muffled moan escaped your lips against his shoulder. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close, as your orgasm hit you hard, just by the stimulation of his clothed erection. 

The realization that he made you just go over the edge like that made him feel a sense of power and a fierce possessiveness that helped him also reach his high. “FUCK, I’m gonna.. AH..SHIT!” He tried to say as he reached his peak. With a few more erratic movements, he suddenly stilled and let go several hot spurs of heavy cum that stained his pants and even trespassed into your kimono. 

After the intense moment you two had shared, he stayed on top of you, panting and lazily moving his hips against yours, his spend cock twitching softly inside his pants after all the stimulation. He couldn’t believe that had happened and that you let him do that without screaming or resisting against him. He felt like a dark sense of triumph thinking that you succumbed to his advances. 

Slowly, he lifted his head from your neck and looked down at you, taking in your rosy cheeks, your parted lips and how your chest rose and feel with each ragged breath. To him, you were the most beautiful thing in this world, and after this he bowed that he would never let you go. 

Mine forever and always.

As you laid there, you column’t believe you had just let him make you feel such a thing. You felt ashamed and in some way disgusted with yourself. But at the same time, you felt vulnerable and exposed, because deep down you knew you had liked it and that you liked him. 

Gyutaro smirked as he saw your internal struggle play across your gaze, knowing that he had you just where he wanted you, under his grasp. Then he slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N…” He whispered against your skin. 

And with that you closed your eyes, letting yourself feel his touch, with the knowledge that you would never be able to leave his side.

[jok13-writings]

Something About Us (Modern AU, Gyuraro x reader) Prt 3

Read Chapter 2 here |. Read full work on AO3 here

Note: Sorry for the late update! But finally I posted it :) I have been struggling with writing due to my new job and classes. I have too much going in my life now, but I will try to keep writing because I love to do it a lot. I don't know how this part turned out, I feel like the more I get into a story, the hard is to keep up with it… Anyway, hope you all like it!

It was Friday morning and you and Gyutaro had agreed on meeting up this afternoon after class to do the math project. You had suggested doing it on one of the small classrooms available on the campus for group projects, so you two could talk and discuss it without having to be quiet on the library. But, back then, you did not think about the implications of that decision. 

While you washed your face and looked in the mirror, the reality of the situation started to sink in. You were going to spend all afternoon with Gyutaro in a small room. 

You two alone. With no other people around.  

You splashed some water into your face, rising the soap and trying to not get too excited about it, but you could feel your ears get warm just by thinking about it. It would be the first time you will be alone with him in the same room. 

The morning passed with a blur, and now you found yourself waiting for him at the entrance of the small classroom. It was kind of difficult to find one available, specially at this time of the semester since finals were getting close, so you went early just in case. 

As you waited while fidgeting with the bracelet in your wrist, you heard footsteps approaching you. Instantly you lifted your gaze in the direction of the sound and your heart did a little flutter when your gaze landed on him, Gyutaro.

Today he was wearing slightly different clothes than normally, which was very odd since he always just dressed plain black. He was dressed in a red shirt with some black details, with a leather black jacked and his signature ripped black pants. The shirt seemed like from a band or something you clearly did not recognize at all. You did not care either, the only thing you cared about is that he looked hot in it, at least in your eyes. 

You let out a soft breath, trying to not stare too much, and smiled at him. “Hey, Gyutaro” You said nicely as he stopped in front of you. You could feel immediately the smell of cigarettes that clung into his clothes, mixed with a unique scent similar to metal. 

He looked down at you with his icy blue eyes for a moment before quickly looking away. “Yeah, yeah… hey to you too, let's go in and finish this already” he said walking past you and opening the door to the classroom. To your surprise, he held the door open for you to walk first, which made you blush slightly. You muttered a thanks and went in, feeling already really nervous as you stepped inside the small room. 

Quickly, you sat down and started taking out your laptop to start the project. Gyutaro sat beside you, taking more space than he needed to, and his presence by your side made you feel all giddy inside. He did not have a laptop of his own, so he just took out a pencil case that had seen better days and a notebook that he used for every class. 

Noticing that, you moved your laptop closer to him and turned to him. “So, we have to read all this and then do the exercises that are related to the original problem…” You started to explain. Gyutaro’s posture was a mix between relaxed and guarded, his legs were spread open, his tight brushing against yours, but he had his arms crossed against his chest. 

As you continued explaining, Gyutaro wasn’t listening at all, too focused on how your pink lips moved as you spoke and your perfume making it hard for him to think at all. He had been all week anticipating this moment, the moment he would have the opportunity to spend some time with you, and he was feeling a mix of anxiety and unwanted arousal.

From your perspective, he was staring at you with a blank expression, not engaging in the conversation at all. It made you feel very nervous, and you unconsciously started talking a lot, trying to avoid any awkward moment of silence. “I have already tried to do some of the exercises…” you said as you took your notebook out and continued yapping non-stop. 

Gyutaro had to resist the urge to trail his gaze down your form because that damn short skirt was making the bulge in his pants grow bigger. So instead, he tried to focus on your face. Your hair, the slight blush on your cheeks, how you looked at him and just at him at that moment… It was being too much for him, and he was feeling a storm of emotions inside of him that enraged him. 

Suddenly, Gyutaro moved and roughly placed his hand over your mouth, muffling your words. 

“Can you fucking shut the hell up? You are giving me a headache!” He said harshly without thinking twice. Your heart almost stopped, and you stared at him, astonished. 

Silence succumbed between you two in the small room for a long moment, his big hand still covering your mouth. At that moment, all the anxiety and intrusive thoughts disappeared from your mind, and you could only feel his hand against your skin. 

As the moment stretched longer, Gyutaro seemed to calm down and to realize his actions. He blushed as he felt your soft lips touching his palm, and then he quickly withdrew his hand away from your face, as if he got burned.

Looking away, he acted as if nothing happened, and focused on your notes. He moved in his sit, discreetly trying to ease the uncomfortable stiffness of his pants. “You got this wrong here, we should start over with this one…” He started saying gruffly as he took his pen and redid the exercise, you had done wrong. 

You were still stunned and felt your cheeks grow warm. For some strange reason, you weren’t mad at his bizarre way of acting. His touch and his dominating presence had taken over all your thoughts…

“Okay…” you said with a blush and shifted closer to look at how he solved the exercises. 

Meanwhile, Gyutaros mind was a wild mess. For a moment he had been thinking that he had blowed up all chances he had with you, but then when you just said that and moved closer he felt really confused. Why wasn’t this girls shouting at him and telling him he was a weird freak after that? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to ask you that, so he continued solving the problems with you. 

Hours passed and you and Gyutaro did the exercises together for the project. His temper occasionally flaring up when you got something wrong, but before you could get affected by his harsh words, he would lean closer and start explaining to you how to do it right. His presence and scent making you forget about his outburst. Despise everything, He was a surprising good teacher, and you found yourself learning a lot.

As you two were finishing the project, Gyutaro was surprised by your calm and understanding nature, feeling slowly more comfortable around you, as he noticed your lack of reaction against his sudden outbursts. Unconsciously he had been testing you, an emotional tendency he had acquired with time that had the functionality of recognizing if it was a safe space for him. 

Finally, after working all afternoon, you were pressing the send button and finally submitting the task to the teacher. Gyutaro let out a sigh of exhaustion and stretched on his chair. “Shit… thought we would never finish” he said and then patted your head softly, making you blush. “Not bad for someone that has no idea about stats” He said in a mocking tone. 

You felt a little bad because he almost did all the work, but you didn’t want to admit it. “It's not like I don't have any idea, it's just that you are too good at it” You protested as you got up from your chair to gather your belongings. Gyutaro felt his ego boosted up at your words and blushed, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, not used to being praised. “Whatever, it's not like it was difficult…”  

As you got up, you did not notice, but Gyutaro stared at your ass shamelessly as you moved around in your short skirt. To him, you were so pretty and hot that he couldn’t help himself. 

“Well, we aren’t that bad of a team…” You said as you closed your laptop. As Gyutaro also finished gathering his belongings, he felt a sudden feeling of disappointment, he didn't want to leave just yet, he wanted to be around you a little longer. 

“Yeah, not that bad.” He said as he got up too. Before you could start walking out of the room, he blocked your path and looked down at you with dose piercing blue eyes. “So you are going to your place now or what?” He said suddenly.

You felt his chest flutter at his question. “Yeah, I was about to head home, why?” You also didn't want to part ways just yet, but at the same time didn’t want to seem too clingy. 

“I’ll walk you there, it's late and all that crap” Gyutaro declares as he turned, living no room for discussion as he walked out. He was determinate to take any chance to have you around for longer. 

You followed him outside the building, feeling your chest warm and fuzzy from having him walk you home. As you two stepped outside, you felt  the cold night air hit your skin, getting goosebumps, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield your arms from the cold. 

It did not take long for Gyutaro to notice that you were feeling cold. His protective instincts kicked in, and he thought of lending you his jacked. But then his intrusive thoughts started to get to him. What if you refused his gesture? What if you thought he was disgusting and didn’t want to touch anything that was his?

All of a sudden, his thoughts were interrupted by your sneeze, and he found himself acting on autopilot. Before he could stop himself, he was already wrapping you with his black leather jacked. “Why the hell aren’t you wearing a jacked, you idiot?!” He scolded you as he put the jacked on you like you were a little girl.

You blushed and felt the warmth of the jacked enveloping you, being too big on you. “Oh… Thank you, Gyutaro” You said shyly as you clung to the jacked. It smelled like him, and that thought made your pulse jump. 

“Whatever… you better return it to me, you hear me? It's my only jacket” He said as he blushed and looking away. He couldn’t help it but find you adorable in his jacket, and secretly loved to see you with it. He was very pleased with the fact that you didn’t seem disgusted by his gesture.  

The walk to your place was in silence but charged with an unspoken tension between you two. As you arrived at your doorstep, he sighed and scratched the black marks on his neck, a gesture he always did when nervous or agitated. “Well, finally here, guess it's time to say goodbye”. 

You nodded and looked down shyly. Gyutaro wasn’t a handsome guy, he was by far from that, but to you, he was just so attractive... You knew that if you ever let this crush develop into something, your friends would think that you have gotten mad or maybe that he was blackmailing you. But you couldn't care less at that moment. As you hugged his jacket, you could only feel your feeling for him grow. 

Emboldened by the intimate moment, you stepped closer. Before Gyutaro could react, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his check, making Gyutaro's mind short-circuit and go blank for a moment. No one had ever kissed him before or touched him with such a gentleness. 

As quick as it started, you moved away. “Goodnight, Gyutaro”. You said and quickly walked inside your apartment, your form disappearing behind the door. 

Gyutaro stood there dumbfounded for a long moment, looking at your door. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed it absently on his cheek, just where you had just kissed him. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Gyutaro muttered to himself, feeling flustrated.

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Thank you for reading!

Read Chapter 2 here |. Read full work on AO3 here

[jok13-writings]

DS Modern!Gyutaro x Reader - I'll Be Home for Christmas

This is a special gift to one of my favorite creators, @mrsshabana! Happy holidays, enjoy! Sorry this took such an ungodly amount of time to write, it's been a wild month!

Summary: After hearing at work that Gyutaro has no family to celebrate Christmas with, you invite him over to spend the holiday with your family!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, single mother!Reader, slight Incel!Gyutaro, slight angst, very fluffy

If there was anything Gyutaro hated more than working retail, it was working retail during the holidays. Entitled adults, spoiled kids, busier shifts, less hours. And to top it off, the store radio constantly blared the most obnoxious Christmas music without rest. Luckily for him, he was a stocker and could typically keep a headphone in one ear to combat the festive brain rot, but today, he'd been stuck on the register all shift.

The only good part about being on the register was you. You were the main cashier on the evening shift, the only one he never minded having to back up. You were always so sheepish when you called him, ever considerate of his time. "Gyu, I'm so sorry to bug you, but the line's getting long! Could you help me?" On top of that, you were always so thankful and sweet when he went back to his task. "Thanks, Gyu, you're such a sweetheart!" Needless to say, he was smitten, not that he'd ever admit it.

Thankfully, this hellish day was coming to a close, and only a few customers were left in line. He'd had more than his share of social interactions for the day. You glanced over at him with that chipper expression. "Go ahead and finish your work, I'll get these folks." Gyutaro nodded silently and wandered off. When he returned, you were locking the door, your shift manager, Uzui chatting your ear off about his holiday plans.

The stocker rolled his eyes, beginning to sweep up the front end when you turned to him with that stupid smile of yours. "How about you, Gyu? What do you have planned?"

He paused, hesitating before coldly muttering. "Nothin'."

"Awe, how come?" You tilted your head, wiping down the register as Uzui took the tills to the back office to count them. "Didn't you say you had a baby sister?"

"My baby sister's nineteen." He scoffed, starting to sweep closer to you so he could hear you better. "She's off to college, she's not coming home this year. Said she's going on a skiing trip with her new partner's parents."

You smiled warmly, and he was unlucky enough to notice, glancing away immediately. "What about your parents? Or your girlfriend?" You prodded, so sure he'd have someone to come home to. When he stared at you blankly, you backpedaled. "O-Or boyfriend, I don't judge!"

Gyutaro's pale cheeks flushed and he almost looked offended. "The fuck? I ain't gay!" You apologized endlessly but he just scoffed. "I ain't got nobody, okay?"

Your face softened exponentially and you smiled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed, I just thought someone as nice as you would surely have a lot of people who love him." You gently take the broom from his hands, offering an olive branch. "Here, I'll sweep if you come behind me and mop as I go." Gyutaro, thankful for the offer to get away for a minute nodded curtly and disappeared into the stock room to get the mop and fill the bucket.

When he returned, you'd swept most of the sales floor in the front and were waiting with a warm smile, having already made up your mind. He began to mop and you both went about your duties in a somewhat comfortable silence.

After all was said and done, you grabbed your coat and purse as Uzui ushered you both out so he could lock the door behind you. Gyutaro immediately made his way to his car, lighting up a much-needed cigarette. "Hey, Gyu! Wait up," You called, jogging up to him. He turned around a bit too late, suddenly self-conscious of how his cigarette would back you smell, being so close. Not wanting the smoke to bother you, he tossed the nearly full '100' right away, snuffing the cherry beneath his shoe.

"D-Don't scare me like that, Christ!" He stammered, staring down at your chipper face, heart pounding at how uncomfortable close you'd leaned. "What's up?"

"Why don't you come spend Christmas with my family and me?" You offer sweetly. "Please don't fight me, I won't let you be alone during the holiday! I'd lose sleep knowing you were lonely!" Needless to say, he was speechless, swallowing nervously. He kind of hated the idea but, begrudgingly, he liked you, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He never was good at telling women 'no'.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, don't be so dramatic. But don't expect me to get you anything."

"Great!" You giggled, backing away as he stomped over to his beat up old Toyota. "Christmas Eve, I'll text you my address!"

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Gyutaro groaned, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building. This was going to be hell. He''ll probably have to meet your parents and all your extended family, they'd probably think you two were dating, it'd be awkward. Regaurdless, here he was, trudging up to your doorstep, ringing the bell.

You answered after a few minutes, wearing a comfy sweater and leggings, with houseshoes. He couldn't help but look you over, as all hed ever seen you wear was khakis and that dumb company polo shirt. "Hey, Gyu, you came! Come in, come in!"

Entering your humble home, he immediately felt... off. Where was your family? Friends? Parents, at least? Th place was empty. The oven chimed from the kitchen and you scurried off, promising to return shortly. Could have possibly wanted to get him alone to seduce him? Surely not, this had to have been some sort of a prank. Yet, he still felt like he was being watched.

He quietly observed your home, mapping the layout of what little he could see when he glanced behind over his shoulder. His blood ran cold, finding a icy blue pair of eyes stairing back, peeking out of a dark bedroom. Upon being noticed, the figure darted back into the darkness, waiting for his attention to be drawn away before peeking again.

This time, when he looked back again, the sight he was met with stirred something in him, nostalgia, most likely. There, in the doorway stood a toddler with platinum blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, and long, delicate eye lashes. She gave him a wary pout that solidified the memory in his mind. Thiks little girl was the absolute spitting image of his baby sister.

"Hey, Hime, don't hide!" You chirped, startling him as you set a plate of cookings on the coffee table. "Sorry about her," You laughed sheepishly, trying to coax the girl out into the living room." She's so shy."

"You got a kid?" He finally asked, astonished, eyes tracking the girl's movements as she timidly sneaks into your ams.

"Uhm, yeah? I talk about her all the time at work?" You smiled nervously. Boy, did he feel like a douchebag. He realized he never actually listened when you talked to him at work. If he had, he would have known so much about you. "You always have your headphones on, I won't blame you for not listening."

"S-Sorry," He muttered sheepishly, unable to tear his gaze from your daughter, mind still racing about the uncanny resmblance to his stister.

"You okay? Does it bother you that I have a kid?" In truth, it did, just a bit. You being a mother, probably a married one took you off the market for him, which sucked, but even he wasn't socially inept enough to admit that.

"What? No, just-" He swallowed nervously, reachinging into his pocket and fishing out an old leather wallet. He takes out a photograph that's worn around the edges. It depicts what looks like him as a young boy standing beside your daughter. "I-It's just, she looks so much like my sister, Ume, it's kinda freaky."

You were blown away. Not only did he and his sister look nothing alike, but your little Hime could have been her twin- her clone, even. "No, no, I get it, I'd be a bit put off too." You reassure him. "Is that you, by the way?" You knew the answer already. The boy's snaggle toothed grin, inky birthmarks, messy black waves- all of it was a dead give away. "You were a cute kid."

His eyes flickered back up to you, surprised. "You think?" He asked, softening a bit more than intended.

"Yeah, you look like a great big brother." Gyutaro could feel something churn within him. Something positive. Before he could properly explore the feeling, however, you stood up off the couch, startling him. You lean down the whisper in your daughter's ear. "Hime, do you want to give mommy's friend his gift now?"

For the first time, her eyes seemed to light up with something other than worry or skeptism as he gladly scurried off befor returning, standing shyly in front of him. "Whatcha got, kid?" He asked a bit sheepishly, trying to peek at what she hid behind her back. With a red, embarrassed face, she shoved the piece of payer into his hands and climbed back into your lap, hiding her face in your shoulder for fear that he wouldn't like it.

Gyutaro stared silently at what she gave him, a crayon drawing with three stick figures and no other identifiable aspects. "Uh...thanks." He smiled fondly.

"Hime, do you want to explain your drawing a bit?" You gave her a subtle nudge and she situated herself between you on the couch.

"This is me," She whispered softly and his heart skipped a beat, watching her point to the smallest figure in the middle before moving to the one on the left. "This is momma, and this is you." Her finger traced to the other figure, a mop of dark sbribbles and marker dots so big across the face, theres hardly any negative space left. Hime went on to explain the background in detail, including every decoration on the Christmas tree, who each present under it is for, and the name of the immaginary puppy in the corner, which she swears you're going to give her in the morning.

Gyutaro hung on her every word until she was finished rambling, something you never expected to witness. "This is really cool, thank you, Hime." He said, flashing her an uncharictaristically wartm smile. "I'll hang it up when I get home."

Suddenly, guilt filled him when he remember's that he'd brought nothing to give the girl in return. With a heavy sigh he reached back into his pocket, having decided to part with something very special to him. "Hey, close your eyes," He told her with a bittersweet smile. Hime shut her eyes, hardly able to contain her excitement for the potential surprise. You melted watching him fish a small hair clip out of his pocket and fix her fringe to the side with it. The clip looked old with a small pink flower charm, but the squeal of glee that left your daughter's lips when he showed her how it looked in his phone's front facing camera put your observations to rest.

"Do ya like it?" He asked her, sad to let the object go, but alps happy to be rid of it in a way. What he wasn't expecting was for Hime to bury her face in his side, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you G-taro, I love it!" She cooed. He froze at the contact and you worried that he was uncomfortable, about to move her away when his lanky arms found themselves squeezing her just as tightly.

"Good," He grinned, stifling a laugh. "Take good care of it, it was my sister's when she was your age." This comment prompted your daughter to start rattling off questions about him and his family, which he answered most. Seeing that your kind of sort of date had been utterly hijacked, you stood up, and made the room ready for a movie before sitting back on the couch.

"Well, theres cookies and milk on the table, don't be a stranger." You smiled, tossing him a blanket before draping one over yourself and Hime.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," Gyutaro turned to you suddenly, talking with his mouth full of snickerdoodle. "Is your husband, like at work or something? Sucks to work on Christmas Eve."

You looked away a bit sadly. "I don't have a husband, I'm single."

"I see," Was what he said, what he thought was, 'Fuck, I'm such a dick!' You smiled warmly, sensing his inner turmoil, laying a hand on his. "Sorry I asked..."

"Don't be, it's okay." You dismissed, drappign your legs across his, a subtle hint for him to get more comfortable, and that you weren't at all upset with him.

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Half an hour into the movie, Hime was out like a light, passed out against your side. Gyutaro couldn't shake this warm, familial feeling. He misseed domestic life with Ume, having someone to take care of, someone who relied on him. And Hime was the spitting image of her, it was hard for him not to fall head over heels. Not to mention the fact that this sweet little girl had a gorgeous, kind mother whom he'd already long since fallen for. He was in enemy territory, and if he wasn't careful, he was going to end up a step-dad by the new year.

When the movie was over, you shifted away, lifting Hime into your arms. "Bed time, little one," You cooed, shushing her sleepy protests. "Goodness, you're growing too fast, mama can hardly carry you!"

"I-I could-" He began to offer, pausing to swallow dryly. "I could carry her to bed. I mean, I lift heavy shit at work all the time so.. I-I'm uh... pretty strong." He was clearly nervous, adorably so. With a patient smile, you gently handed her over, hbeart warmed at the relief in his face when he knew she was supported properly in his arms.

You lead him to Hime's bedroom where he laid her down. You tucked her in and kissed her forehead as he stood there awkwardly, looming over you both. After you were sure she'd stay asleep, you both stepped out and you shut the door softly behind you.

"Hey, so..." He began, following you into the kitchen where you promptly hand him a casserole dish. "Wait, what's this?"

"Hime already gave you her present to you, this is mine." You say sweetly. "I know you said the other day you work a lot and don't feel like cooking after work, so i thought I'd make you something that would last a few days."

"That's... really thoughtfully of you." He admits, eyeing the side of the glass pan. "You heard when I said that? I didn't even as it to you, though..."

"I just... pay you a lot of attention, probably more than I outta..." You confess sheepishly. "I just wanted to make sure you get something substantial to eat, not just a microwave meal or something."

Suddenly, sets the dish down on the stove, frantically rummaging through his pockets. "W-Wait, don't look at me like that, hold on!" He defnded unnecissarily, fishing out a small while box with a red ribbon. There's a bright yellow clearance stacker on the top, but you couldn't care less. "I-I know I said I wouldn't give ya nothin' but...just take it." He looked away, shoving it into your hands. "Aint nothin' special, didn't have much moeny to work with..."

Opening the box, you were met with a beautiful pair of stud earrings with your birthstone twinkling in the over-oven light. "Gyutaro..." You breath, eyes glossy."

"I know, they're cheap, I'll get ya somethin' better next-!" He froze, feeling you rush him, squeezing him in a tight hug. "H-Hey, don't get all mushy..."

"These are beautiful, I love them!" You sniffled into his chest, so touched by the gesture. The moment you pulled away, you were fumbling to unbox them, installing them into your ears. "How do they look?"

For the umpteenth time, his heart skipped a beat, and this time, he worried it might prove fatal. Here you were, a gorgeous single mother with a adorable daughter, in your over sized sweater and comfy pants, hair out of the way, wearing sparkling glass studs, showing them off. You were the ideal image of a radiant mother, how could he have possibly gotten so lucky. Maybe he already died, maybe this was heaven. "Pretty as fuck," He laughed dryly.

You blushed, grinning ear to ear as you step closer and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, really..." He stiffened when he felt your lips brush his skin.

"N-No problem." He fidgetted awkwardly. "W-Well, it's pretty late, I outta get out of your hair..."

"Its pretty cold out tonight," You coo softly, taking his hands and lacing the fingers. "Would you...wanna stay over?"

"Fuck, I thought you'd never ask."

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Sorry guys for not writing. I want to continue, but it is being kind of hard since I got a new job, and I'm still studying... I hope I can catch on it soon. I have some drafts and I haven't forgotten at all about the story, I just need the time to do it! Love you all, and I am so happy so many people are liking it! It makes me so happy when I see your comments.

Happy new year to everyone! will try to post soon. <3

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aaah I'm actually so excited to post this cuz it turned out so good 💞

also same Gyutaro, same. Dunno where ppl could be looking at when Tengen is in front of them

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— 𝐂𝐀𝐌! 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

➺ PAIRING | gyutaro shabana x fem!reader.

➺ CONTENT WARNING | modern setting, gyutaro is human, camgirl reader, sex work, mention of sex, oral (male receiving - not from reader), masturbation. wc: 3k

➺ NOTE | this chapter was supposed to be much longer, but I sadly had to split it in two parts. I'm not satisfied with it at all but what's new lol 🧚🏻‍♀️ not proofread (if I read it again i might gauge my eyes out) i'll update AO3 tomorrow :3

He’s fucked. Absolutely, utterly fucked. He’s read the mail approximately fifty times already, blinking many, many times just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

His stomach twists and he has to swallow back the nauseous feeling in his throat. Damn it. What the hell was he thinking? He doesn’t have money to throw around like this. That damn donation had been impulsive, a split-second decision fueled by the rush of pleasure he felt on the moment.

Now it’s hitting him. Hard. His bank account is already bleeding dry, his sister depends on him and he’s been stretching their groceries for days already.

Gyutaro runs a hand through his hair and swears under his breath, tugging at the roots.

Maybe it’s not too late. He can always message the site and plead for a refund… right? Surely they can do something about it? His leg bounces anxiously as he stares at the screen, trying to figure things out.

“Onii-chan!”

He slams the laptop shut, startled.

Within the next seconds Ume is storming into his room and throwing herself at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

“Hey, get off me.” he tries to wriggle out of her tight embrace, though not putting much effort into it. His voice holds a note of exasperation as he turns to look at her, her arms still firmly wrapped around his neck. “what's that for?”

“I may or may not have a favor to ask…” Ume drags out.

Gyutaro rolls his eyes, though there's no actual irritation behind the gesture.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight and, well, you know, I can't exactly go out without any money. You promised I could have a little extra cash this month.” Ume announces, her voice soft and innocent, as if the right tone might do the trick. Gyutaro groans, scratching the back of his neck and looking at his lap nervously.

Great. That's exactly what he needs right now. But she’s right—he did promise her extra cash this month. Cash he just blew on some camgirl he’s gotten far too obsessed with.

His cheeks flush in embarrassment, and he tries to keep his tone neutral so as to not let it show.

“...You know we're tight on money, Ume.”

“I know, but I haven’t been out in weeks!” she unwraps her arms from him, moving to sit on his desk instead, her legs dangling off the edge. Gyutaro's heart drops at how close she is to the laptop, afraid that she might grab it and come face to face with the mail. His fingers begin to subconsciously scratch his arm as a distraction.

“I…listen, I get that,” he says, his voice strained and apologetic. “But we really can’t afford any extras right now. We’re barely covering the basics. I’m sorry, Ume.”

“But please?” she interrupts, her eyes widening in that innocent way that always makes it hard for him to refuse. “Just this once? I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I can! Come on, please!” she interjects, her voice suddenly sharper. “I’m not asking for much! Just enough for a night out with my friends. You act like I’m asking for the world or something.”

He hates saying no to her.

He always does his best to give her everything she needs, even if it means stretching himself thin—taking on extra shifts, sacrificing sleep, and pushing through exhaustion. It’s been this way for as long as he can remember and he's fine with it, as long as it keeps Ume happy. But this time, he can’t give himself the luxury to give in, not when he’s already made a mistake that’s left them $250 deeper in the hole.

“Besides, didn't you get paid this week?” she continues.

He swallows hard, scrambling for an explanation that sounds believable.

“Yeah, I did.” His scratching comes to a halt, his hands balling into fists instead so he doesn’t give into the itch. “But I had to cover some things first. You know…bills… insurance, n’stuff. It all adds up quickly,” he says, hoping the vague answer will be enough to satisfy her. “There just wasn’t much left over this time.”

Ume sighs, muttering a dismissive 'whatever’ as she hops off the desk. Gyutaro’s guilt only intensifies when she dramatically rolls her eyes, but he knows she’ll get over it.

Right?

Fucking hell.

“Ume, wait.”

Ume pokes her head back into the room, her face twisted in a small, disappointed frown as she watches him reach into his pocket. Gyutaro pulls out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and hands it to her.

"That's all I’ve got right now. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll… I’ll make it up to you next month, I swear…"

He was planning on paying their groceries with that money, but he can't afford to disappoint her again and raise her suspicions.

Ume hesitates, then finally takes the money, her fingers brushing his as she snatches it from his hand.

"Fine," Ume mutters, turning on her heel and heading for the exit. Just as she reaches the door, she pauses for a second, her hand on the knob. For a moment, Gyutaro thinks she might say something, maybe even offer some kind of forgiveness. But she doesn’t. Instead, she swings the door open and leaves without another word.

As Ume walks away, her footsteps echoing down the hall, Gyutaro gets up from his chair and starts pacing anxiously around the small room, his mind racing. He can’t stop thinking about this damn mail—the cheery, oblivious gratitude of a stranger who doesn’t know the havoc she’s unwittingly caused.

He pulls out his phone and opens the app once more to stare at your message, a sick feeling rising in his throat again.

There's no going back now. He's given you the money, and you've thanked him for it. Asking you directly for his money back would be… well, that would be a terrible fucking idea, wouldn't it?

You’d probably think he’d sent the money just to taunt you and take it back, and there’s a good chance you'd end up banning him from your streams entirely.

He rakes his brain relentlessly, trying to find a solution, but there truly isn't much he can do. There’s no way he can just ask for it back—not without looking pathetic or like a complete asshole. He'll just have to ask for longer shifts, endure more sleepless nights and get the damn money back by working his ass off. Damn it.

He locks his phone and drops it onto his bed before heading for the bathroom.

Maybe a shower could help clear his mind.

-

The rest of the day goes by excruciatingly slow. Gyutaro drives Ume to school, attends class after class, but his mind is a thousand miles away. Science, history, English—it’s all background noise, none of it sticking. His thoughts keep drifting back to you, your mail, and the stupid, aching frustration that he still hasn’t figured out what to respond to you.

And then there’s the matter of the name. You want to know his name, and he'd be lying if he said this wasn't messing with his head more than the whole money incident itself.

What could he even say to that? His real name is out of the question, too risky, too personal.

Well. It should be, at least.

But the idea of you addressing him directly, calling him by his own name instead of some meaningless nickname… it’s so damn tempting.

He knows that most people wouldn't overthink it so much. If any of the regulars from your chat received an email like this—something he’s sure has happened before— they'd probably get straight to the point and ask for something specific; for you to say their name while you touch yourself or some other nasty request along those lines.

But Gyutaro is terrified—no, mortified—by the idea of speaking to you directly. He’s always been too nervous to even comment regularly in your chat, so how the hell is he supposed to mail you directly and ask you to do something just for him?

This sounds like absolute hell.

He lets out a heavy sigh. He sits slouched in the back row of his math class, barely aware of the teacher droning on about some equation he couldn’t care less about.

His eyes are glued to the screen of his phone under the desk, the cursor of the blank email draft blinking mockingly at him. He isn't even trying to hide his disinterest in the lesson— his teachers have long since given up on getting him to pay attention. He's just another body in the classroom, as long as he’s quiet and doesn’t cause trouble.

He’d much rather save what little energy he has for his part-time job, where at least he gets paid to do something.

He starts typing, then pauses. His thumb hovers over the keyboard as he reads the words back to himself:

"hi, I'm a huge fan. I was wondering if..." He stops, cringes, and immediately hits backspace.

"hey, I've been watching your streams for a while and I don't really know what to ask for..." He lets out a frustrated tut, trying not to make too much of a fuss. He deletes the whole thing, his fingers trembling slightly.

After a long pause, he starts again:

"dear vixen,”‘Dear Vixen’. Seriously? What’s this, some kind of formal letter? He stares at the empty screen, fingers hovering over the keys but unable to move. Finally, he locks his phone and crosses his arms onto the desk, glancing at the clock before burying his head in them.

Still forty minutes to go.

–

If you ask him, he’d love nothing more than to walk home and collapse into his bed to sleep the rest of the day away, but no. He had to promise Tengen that he would show up for his stupid birthday party.

Not that he gives a damn about what Tengen wants nor does he take orders from him, but he's sick and tired of everyone constantly pestering him about staying in all the time. So, to shut everyone up, he’s reluctantly agreed to go to this party he has zero interest in. At least Ume will be delighted to know he's actually made an effort to leave his room, that's a plus.

But now he’s stuck here, not only dealing with Tengen’s larger-than-life personality but also watching him parade around with his three girlfriends, all of them fawning over him like he's some kind of God or something. Just seeing him bask in all that attention, acting like the center of the universe makes Gyutaro’s skin crawl. God really does have his favorites and he sure as hell isn't one of them.

He makes a beeline for the bar and grabs a drink, more to have something in his hands than out of any real desire. The cup feels cool against his skin as he leans back against a wall, scanning the room with detached interest. People are everywhere—dressed to impress, laughing too loud and clinking glasses like this night is the highlight of their year, and he tries not to grimace when a group of Tengen’s friends spot him. Of course it has to be the Hantengu siblings, those loud, arrogant bastards.

“No way! Look who decided to crawl out of his cave!" Karaku’s voice booms from across the room as he makes his way over, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Didn’t think you’d actually show up, man."

Gyutaro grunts in response, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, well… here I am."

Kaigaku props an arm against the wall and leans in a little too close for his liking, his voice dropping into something almost conspiratorial. "You planning on getting lucky tonight?"

Gyutaro just rolls his eyes, but Kaigaku isn't done.

“You seen that chick in the red dress? Bet she'd go for a guy who’s been locked away for too long. They love that brooding look, y’know?" Gyutaro’s jaw tightens, but he doesn't answer. He takes another slow sip from his drink instead, the bitterness of the alcohol grounding him. Karaku leans forward and gestures with his drink, pointing toward another girl across the room. "How about the one over there? She’s been eyeing every guy in here. She'd probably be easy to get alone."

“Like I give a damn.” Gyutaro mutters.

"Oh, come on! Why not?" Karaku pushes, throwing an arm around him with a sly grin. "You’re not gonna score standing in the corner all night, man. Gotta put in some effort."

Gyutaro shrugs off Karaku’s arm with a scowl, the familiar bubbling irritation starting to surface.

“Maybe leave him alone,” Aizetsu chimes in, trying to offer a little mercy. "He’s here, that’s all that matters."

Karaku rolls his eyes and takes a swig from his cup, muttering something about doing it himself before disappearing back into the crowd of people. Aizetsu stays, though, his presence less intrusive. He doesn't say anything more, which Gyutaro appreciates.

As the night dragged on, Gyutaro found himself drinking more than he intended. One cup turned into two, then three, the alcohol numbing the edges of his growing discomfort. If he was going to survive the evening, he needed something to dull the noise—both around him and in his head.

He quickly lost count of how many drinks he’d downed, and by the time the clock hit midnight, he was pleasantly buzzed, his problems momentarily forgotten.

He found himself laughing at Karaku’s stupid jokes, let Tengen hand him another drink, and even managed a casual conversation with strangers he initially didn't care to know.

And, well…

He may or may not have gotten his first blowjob ever.

He’s not entirely sure how it even happened. One moment, he was awkwardly chatting with this girl Sekido introduced to the group—a pretty brunette in a tight black dress with an easy laugh and way too much confidence. Not even his type. She had leaned into him while they talked, her hand brushing his arm now and then, her perfume cutting through the haze of sweat and alcohol in the air. And then, somehow, they’d slipped away from the main party area, her fingers lightly tugging at his hand guiding him to a quiet, shadowed corner of the house.

Gyutaro barely had time to process what was happening when he found himself pressed against a wall, her hands deftly undoing his belt and pants as she knelt down in front of him and started blowing him.

He came embarrassingly fast, and he didn't even get to know the girl’s name before she wiped her mouth and walked away, slipping back into the crowd like nothing had happened. He'd sort of hoped to get her number at least, but he knew not to get his hopes up. She'd probably lost a bet or something — nothing to get excited about.

It was a strange first time for sure, but he's not mad about it.

-

By the time morning comes, Gyutaro is a mess. He's slept maybe an hour or two at most, the alcohol and nicotine from the night before leaving him with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in his mouth.

He's not even sure how he got back home, honestly. His thoughts are totally blacked out.

He drags himself off the couch, his body aching from sleeping in an awkward position. He stumbles into the kitchen, his mind still hazy from the previous night, searching for something - anything - to soothe his pain.

He finds some painkillers in the cabinet, dry-swallowing them before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. The cold liquid feels soothing on his dry throat, and he takes a few more gulps to try and settle his churning stomach.

He glances at the clock, noticing that he has just enough time to shower and get ready before work. With a sigh, he shuffles into the bathroom, stripping off his rumpled clothes and stepping under the hot spray, letting the water wash away the remnants of the previous night.

His brain won't shut off, though; thoughts tangled between trying to remember the girl’s face from last night and the constant second-hand embarrassment from his own nagging stupidity. But it’s your face that keeps slipping into his mind, uninvited, pulling his thoughts back to the main issue.

He fucked up with that one. Like, seriously fucked up.

It wouldn’t hurt to check if a refund’s possible, right? It wouldn't look good at all on his part, he knows that, but fuck. He made a mistake and he has to do everything he can to fix it.

He dries his hand in his towel nearby and reaches behind the shower curtain to grab his phone. He unlocks it, opens the OnlyFans app and scrolls down, scanning past all your posts and photos until he finally spots a small link labeled "Terms & Conditions".

With a quick tap, the page loads, filling the screen with the detailed policy in plain text.

Terms & Conditions:

Thank you for supporting my content! Before making any purchases or engaging with my services, please carefully read the following terms and conditions regarding refunds.

No Refund Policy: All payments made to me are final and non-refundable. Due to the nature of my content and services, I do not offer refunds for any reason. This includes, but is not limited to, dissatisfaction with content, misunderstandings about services, or personal financial circumstances.

Chargebacks and Disputes: Any attempt to initiate a chargeback or dispute without prior communication will result in an immediate ban from all current and future interactions. I reserve the right to pursue legal action for fraudulent chargebacks.

...And blah, blah, blah.

Well, that's settled. He’s not getting a single cent back. He can't exactly say he’s surprised, but it doesn't make the sting any easier to bear.

A notification pops up. His eyes are drawn to it — expecting another spam email or pointless app alert, but his stomach sinks for the 50th time in the last twenty four hours when he sees what it is; an automatic message from you to all your subscribers.

[Onlyfans] VelvetVixen69: Hey babes 💋 I am now making exclusive erotic audios for you to enjoy anywhere, anytime. Whether you want something soft and sweet or hot and filthy, I’ve got you covered 😉 Listen to me anytime you need a little extra thrill 🔥 The first audio is free.🩷 Stay tuned for more! xoxo Vixen

There's no fucking way. He tells himself, his eyes remaining glued to the screen for a moment too long. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating for a second before he swipes left, deleting the notification like it's a bad habit he’s trying to kick. Which, honestly, it is.

But there’s a time for everything. He knows he can't afford to get distracted, and if he dives into it right now, he might be late for work.

Tonight.

He’ll have to check that out tonight, once the house is quiet and he can be alone with your voice and his thoughts.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⛧ 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶

Illustration by me for week four of kinktober Look out for chapter one to come out tomorrow, Oct. 21st! ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba)/Reader, Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba) & Reader Characters: Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Summary:

It has been a few months since you started your first year at University. This new chapter in your life was exciting, and you managed to get to know a lot of new and different people. With your easy going and friendly personality, you became popular really fast. People adored you, always getting praised by your looks and sweet personality, and you couldn’t help but love the validation. You always made a lot of efforts to be liked by everyone, always thinking that if you treated others with kindness, the same would be returned to you. But there was one particular person that seemed to not like you.

He was always sitting on the back of the class, with a scrutiny gaze and a scowl in his face. Some of his wavy black hair lifted in a half bun, with some locks always covering part of his ink stained face. His clothes always black; ripped pants with silver chains attached, oversized t-shirts, and his signature combat boots. He was a loner, and people tended to avoid him due to his rude and violent reputation. Gyutaro Shabana was intimidating, to say the least.

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Something About Us (Modern AU, Gyuraro x reader) Prt 2

Read part 1 or part 3 |. Read full work on AO3 here

Note: Thank you so much everyone for all the love that the first chapter has received! I'm really happy to be able to post the second part. I apologize for the slow update, but I hope you guys enjoy it! I will continue working on this series and slowly update new chapters here and in AO3. I'm open to any suggestion or tips as always!

Gyutaro was laying in his bed playing some games in his old beaten up PSP when he heard his phone vibrate in his night stand. A sigh of annoyances escaped his lips and placed the console on the bed, feeling a little pissed off for being interrupted while having a moment to relax. He rarely got any message, only from Ume or some of his few friends, so he grabbed it, thinking that probably was one of them. He unlocked the phone and felt his heart do a small jolt as he saw who it belonged to. 

Cute girl from class: “Hey Gyutaro, its Y/N, I was wondering when are you available so we can meet up and start the project ☺️” 

Gyutaro immediately felt his cheeks head up and a bubbly feeling building into his chest, as he stared at the message that you had sent him. “Damn, is that annoying girl again…” he muttered under his breath. Then he ran a hand through his messy black locks in frustration. 

Since the moment that you smiled at him for the first time, he felt a bunch of mixed feelings towards you. He was not used to receiving attention from girls, specially not girls as pretty as you. Normally in high school, girls would look at him in disgust or talk to him just to poke fun on him. The prettiest the girl, the meanies were her to him. 

So when the first day of class you walked towards him and introduced yourself in the sweetest voice he had ever heard, his brain stopped working. He did not know how to react at all, for a moment his defenses came at full force and just told you to “get lost”, leaving as fast as he could in fear of  getting mocked by you. 

He thought that with that you would not talk to him ever again, just like everyone else did when he usually acted like that. But then you continued to smile at him the next day, taking him completely out of guard. When you started to say good morning and greet him almost daily, he started thinking that maybe you were stupid or just out of your mind. He did not understand what exactly did you want from him and felt a little anxious and confused. But even though all that, he secretly craved the attention he was receiving from you.

Slowly, he started to long for those little moments. You were a pretty girl, so why wouldn’t he?  He always ignored you at the beginning, most of the time taken out of guard by your politeness, feeling as if his heart would go out of his chest. But with time, as he got used to it, he would give you sometimes a small nod in acknowledgment. 

He couldn’t help it, but he started to taking notice of you in class, sometimes just staring at you from the distance, watching you interact with your friends or answering questions in class.  He felt a sense of disdain towards you, a typical popular pretty girl with everything in life served in a silver plate…. He couldn’t stand you at all, but for some reason he felt drawn to you, and he hated it. 

Then, one particular day that he skipped class, he received the first message from you in his phone. At the beginning he was confused, not used to receive notifications from unknown numbers. And when he unlocked his phone and saw that it was from a girl that was sending him her notes, well, he was even more confused. 

Why would anyone send him their notes? Specially to him of all people? 

But then he looked at the profile picture of the unknown number and saw a picture of you in a cute blue dress drinking a cocktail, and almost dropped his phone. 

Of course, it had to be the cute girl from class that always smiled at him… He felt his chest flutter. Damn it, why was he feeling like this? 

He did not respond to your message till the next day with a rude tone, but he surely had spent the night looking at your profile picture. 

All this small gestures weren’t small at all for Gyutaro. No one had ever taken the time to acknowledge him like this before, and for the first time in his entire life he felt seen by someone other than his own little sister. 

He hated it, but he was growing attached to a random girl from class for just doing the barely minimum for him. And the worse part is that he did not know how to react to all this kind gestures he was receiving. 

So when he noticed you between the crowd one Saturday in his basketball match, he almost barfed from the anxiety. Why were you there?, could it be the possibility that you were there to see him? It couldn’t be that, surely. 

During the beginning of the match, he couldn’t focus at all, stealing glances at your way all the time. But then he started to feel more motivated by your presence. He wanted to do his best for you, in order to impress you. At the end of the match, he managed to basket four times and performed better than he ever had in a long time. After that day, he really wished you would go see him every match, having the little fantasy of how nice it would be to have for once someone to cheer for him among the grades.

Deep down, he knew that you were shallow and that probably he wasn't even someone special for you. But he couldn’t help but begin to feel a certain way towards you and want to cling into a small feeling of hope. Because maybe… just maybe… you could be interested in him in a certain way, right? After all, you always smiled at him, and more over, for some strange reason that he couldn’t understand, you never looked at him with disgust. It was crazy really, and all his self-deprecating thoughts were screaming at him constantly that he was being delusional. But he couldn’t help it, he was starting to develop a crush on you.

He began to make a conscious effort to suppress those feelings and ignore you even more. He couldn’t let himself be vulnerable like that. But every time he saw you in class and got a glimpse of your smile, his heart melted. 

And then, you did the most unexpected thing… you asked him to be your partner in the next project. 

He wasn’t sure if that wasn’t just a prank or something. You have been nice to him, sure, but why would you even want to do any project with him to begin with?  And what if it was all an elaborate prank to make him fall for you and then make fun of him?  He was paranoid there, so he acted as usual, pretending indifference and anger. But at the end… he couldn’t say no to your cute pretty face, so now he was here, answering your text and agreeing to met up after class on Friday to do the damn stupid project.

What was he getting himself into?  

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Something About Us (Modern AU, Gyuraro x reader)

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Note: Hi everyone, I'm very excited to make my first post in this blog. This is supposed to be the first chapter of a series that I have in mind. Later I will continue posting them in AO3. I am new at writing and English is not my first language, so please be kind! I would like to thank all the writers in this platform, you all have inspired me to try writing myself <3 Thanks for reading and hope you all like it! (I accept any tips and suggestions, I'm still learning!)

It has been a few months since you started your first year at University. This new chapter in your life was exciting, and you managed to get to know a lot of new and different people. With your easy going and friendly personality, you became popular really fast. People adored you, always getting praised by your looks and sweet personality, and you couldn’t help but love the validation. You always made a lot of efforts to be liked by everyone, always thinking that if you treated others with kindness, the same would be returned to you. But there was one particular person that seemed to not like you. 

He was always sitting on the back of the class, with a scrutiny gaze and a scowl in his face. Some of his wavy black hair lifted in a half bun, with some locks always covering part of his ink stained face. His clothes always black; ripped pants with silver chains attached, oversized t-shirts, and his signature combat boots. He was a loner, and people tended to avoid him due to his rude and violent reputation. Gyutaro Shabana was intimidating, to say the least. 

In fact, he seemed to despise everyone, but you, with your obsession to be liked by everyone, took it as something personal. The first day of class, you tried to introduce yourself to him with your usual friendly demeanor. He looked at you with dose cold icy blue eyes, scoffed and told you to “get lost”. You were shocked by his rudeness, and you could only stare at his back speechless, as he walked away. 

Since that day you were determinate to make him like you. In order to gain his favor, you started making small gestures such as lending him your notes, smiling at him when your gazes met or say good morning to him when you saw him in class. In some occasions, you even send him the details and requirements for assignments that had explained in class when he would not show up. Every time you made any of that gestures or tried to approach him, he would immediately shut you down or directly ignore you. It was frustrating for you, but at the same time made you feel more curious towards him. 

You started to observe him from the distance, taking note of everything about him. He was always so rude, making inadequate comments about others, and sometimes straight cruel when he got the chance. You kind of disliked him, like everybody else did, or at least that's what you thought. Despite that, you couldn’t help but felt drawn to him.

The more you observed him, the more you noticed some other things about him. He was incredibly smart, everyone thought he had bad grades, but he was actually doing pretty good without almost showing into class, and he even had a scholarship. He was also very good at sports. You found out he was part of the basketball team one day you went to see a match with your friends, and you were really surprised to see how good he was at it. But what made you change drastically your perception of him was seeing how he treated his little sister. 

On a Friday afternoon, you were in the mall with your friends, and you happened to see him sitting in an ice cream shop with his little sister. He was caressing her hair fondly while she ate an ice cream. Seeing him in such a way made your chest flutter in a strange way that you did not expect. He looked so caring towards her, and it seemed like he even went all his way out to buy her a lot of clothes, considering all the shopping bags around them. You never have seen him before in such a way, and this more tender side of him intrigued you. 

As you looked at them, you couldn’t help but wonder how would it feel to be gazed so fondly by him, as if you were something he cherished. You could feel such as a confusing feeling, close to longing, build in your chest. As you watched the scene unfold in front of you, you suddenly snapped out of it, mentally slapping yourself for having such confusing thoughts about him. 

Since then, you had found yourself thinking more about him in different ways, in ways that you never thought you would. You tried to deny those new-found feelings, and never talked about them with any of your friends. After all, what would they think if you told them that you were crushing into the obnoxious loner of the campus? And more over, how would your reputation be affected by getting involved with him? 

You kept doing those small gestures for him, but now with a different purpose. Yes, you still wanted him to like you, but now it was in a deeper level. One day, in the math class that was required to be taken by most of the majors, the teacher announced an upcoming project that had to be done in pairs. As people started to pair up, you looked over at Gyutaro and noticed that, as usual, no one seemed to want to pair up with him. Gaining all the courage you could have, you decided to approach him and ask him to be your partner. 

He was sitting in his usual spot, with a bored expression and looking through the window. You stopped in front of his desk and as he noticed your presence, he turned and just stared at you with his signature cold gaze. You gave him a soft smile as your gazes locked and started to speak. “Hey Gyutaro, sorry to bother you, but do you have a partner for the upcoming project?” 

He looked at you skeptically and grunted. “No. And why do you care?” He said with a hint of defensiveness. You stiffed a little as he said that, not used to be spoken to in such a tone. Even thought that, you keep your smile, trying to look impassive to his rudeness. “I don’t have a partner either, would you like to team up with me?” you said sweetly. 

Gyutaro, for a split of a second, seemed to look surprised, but then the hardness in his expression returned. He did not say anything for a while and crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to be pondering your proposition. Meanwhile, on the inside you were a nervous wreck, and you could feel your heart hammering into your chest from the tension. 

“Why? Don’t you have friends or something?” He said bluntly, taking you totally off guard. You shifted on your weight, feeling a little on the spot, and tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear from the nervousness. “Yeah… but they are all already paired up, and I thought we could make a good team… you seem good at math…” You trailed off, not knowing what exactly to say to convince him. 

He stared at you for a while until he shrugged and replied with a flat tone, “Eh, I guess I'm decent at it...” as he leaned on his chair. “Fine, we can do the damn project together but don’t expect me to carry it” he concluded and shifted his attention again to the window. 

As he said that, you let go a soft breath of air that you did not know that you were holding, feeling relieved. “Good, I’ll send you the details latter, and we can see when we meet up to get started with it”. You said and walked back to your seat with your friends. 

Seated back in your seat, you can’t help but feel really excited about spending time with him. You think this is your best opportunity to get to know him better and maybe to get him to like you a little. Your friends look at you puzzled and ask you why did you decide to team up with him, of all people. You just responded that you felt bad for him since he did not have a partner for the project, masking your real purposes. As usual, they praised you for being such a good person and told you to be careful around him. 

Meanwhile, Gyutaro was watching you from the back of the class, seeming curious about you and the interaction you two just had. Maybe this would be the beginning of something between you two.