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I'm gonna be a little quiet on here until after I start playing Dragon Age. I don't want to be spoiled and the urge to click on posts that have DA tags blacklisted is mounting. And just like with Inquisition, I want to go in totally blind.
#[static]#I can't wait to see what my friends and mutuals think. it's always so much fun to watch folks play new games together#I've seen a few reviews. but I ultimately want to decide for myself#I've already seen people bickering about really inane stuff just to have something to be negative about#and while there are incredibly valid criticisms of EA among other things ... the stuff I'm seeing -#- is typical fandom stuff that I don't want to touch with a 10 foot pole#it's kind of funny how much people can rattle on about a game that isn't out just because they want something new to complain about#and people are 100% allowed to have their opinions and feelings on if they thought a game was good or not but the stuff im talking about is#- like being mad at folks getting invested in characters or talking about how bad they know it's going to be even though they havent played#i think i just hate when people talk with such conviction about how other people should enjoy things that it pisses me off real bad#i saw a take on my for you page about how it's wrong of people to be writing fics about things that havent happened yet#because what if they're wrong and then theyve wasted their time and are gonna be ruinously upset. instant block lol#i thankfully dont see any of this on my dash ... usually just in the dragon age tags or on the for you page which I rarely frequent#just let people enjoy something without getting wound up about it not being the right way. it's just drama for drama's sake#but also feel free to hate it and hate it loudly! so long as you understand it's also ok for others to have a different opinion#it's just the super-online 'everyone is wrong but me' takes that leave me reeling
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almost 4am can't stop thinking about the meaning of the idiom 'to have blood on [someone's] hands'âto be responsible for a person's deathâcombined with the fact that Zach is the one we are specifically shown with Daryl's actual blood on his hands (once for real and once in a dream)... Not Josh who had been holding the sword Daryl fell onto, but Zach who took the sword out.
#super dark times#+ part of it that's insane to me is: Josh COULD have easily ALSO gotten (literal) blood on his handsâwe see him go to check for a pulse#after Zach did... but we don't see his hands during thatâthey're left out of the shot! we just see his face. and when we see his hands next#there's no visible blood on them (if any got on he theoretically wiped 'em off ig? similarly Zach's hands when seen AFTER the shot of him#touching Daryl ALSO don't rlly show blood anymoreâwe see his hands in the leaves tho so it prob went there) BUT SO there was a CHOICE made#to give us a close up shot of ZACH pulling his hand away from the wound with blood on it... but to NOT do the same/smthn similar with Josh.#and yet ZACH is the one who CAN'T ACCEPT THE ROLE HE PLAYED IN ANY OF ITTTTT!!!!!!! GAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!#this post brought to you by me rewatching the Zach + Charlie on the phone scene and needing to just. stop and scream at Zach being#like 'Joshâ or fucking somebody elseâ they went up there and if they found Daryl aliveâ' LIKE BRO. YOU *KNOW* HE WAS DEAD.#YOU KNOW. YOU KNOOOOW. YOU WERE THERE. YOU KNOW HE WAS ALREADY DEAD. the denial. the trying to find any fucking way that#there could be even a sliver of a possibility that it WASN'T even PARTIALLY his fault.... shifting the blame entirely onto Josh...#[plus like. the 'somebody else' only added in after Charlie was giving him shit for trying to complicate this moreâat first he was#straight up saying Josh was the one that fucked with the body]... aghghghsfd he makes me INSANE#also fwiw. i'm forever a 'Josh didn't harm anyone on purpose until AFTER his fight with Zach at Zach's house' truther. that provides#at least SOME sort of motivation to push him over an edge into... the shit that happens. anything before that just fuckin' doesn't make#sense. To Me. ive already written a lot on my thoughts about all of that though [uhhh in the tags of my gifset of the fight at Zach's house#anyways. im also NOT trying to say 'ah so we should Just Blame Zach' because nah nah this whole thing was a fucked up accident. they're all#to blame. plus Josh did horrible shit at the end On His Own there's no way of getting around thatâbut the messiness of how Zach handled the#initial incident and how that ripples out across the whole movie is simply soooooooo... ghghGHGhghGHGhghghgh. To Me.#in conclusion: im soooooooo normal about the characters in this movie (<- lying)
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Sharing a bed with kny men
Pairings: Yoriichi x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 5,7k (lmao)
Warnings: injury in Yoriichi's part, smut in Sanemi's part so read if you're 18+, this is a long ass fic y'all, not proofread
This is actually my first time posting Sanemi smut and I'm super scared. Let me know what you think đ„čđ€
Also, do you want me to do other characters too?đ«¶
Yoriichi
I heard you @laurencrsnt đ«¶
All your life, you never even thought about the possibility that maybe, youâll encounter a demon someday. Why you, out of all people? Why especially you?
Even now with its cold eyes glaring down at you and your shoulder ripped open by its claws, you fail to find an answer for that. Is it your fate to die right here, when you only went out at night in order to buy medicine for your little sister who has fever? Is dying the cruelest death really your destiny when you wish for nothing more than growing old and watching your own children live their lives?
Itâs unfair.
You shouldnât lay here, crumpled onto the still wet street. You shouldnât feel the sensation of your eyes watering, your hands trembling, your heart racing.
This shouldnât be your last day walking on this earth. You didnât even have the chance to find the man of your dreams yetâŠ
Itâs ridiculous and you know it, that spark of determination that rushes through your bones. All of the sudden you spring back onto your feet and start running. Out of the city, away from the lit streets straight into the dark woods.
Even if you have to die here, you wonât give up this easily. You wonât allow this demon to end your life without putting up a fight.
âWhy do you girls always think you can run away, huh? Itâs too easy to sweep you off your feetâ, the demon behind you comments dryly.
With a swift motion of his hand, it digs open your tender flesh all over again, sends your violent scream echoing through the lonely forest. You fall to the ground like a bag of rice, your torn leg now refusing its service completely.
âLet me go!â, you shriek in horror.
No, you donât want to die here, you just want to go back to bed and forget about this.
But the forest ground isnât your bed and the demon in front of you whoâs ready to slice through your throat isnât only a nightmare.
Your heart sinks to the floor, body suddenly feeling numb and lifeless. You will die here.
âIâll keep you in good memory. Well, at least for tonightâ, the demon jeers at you.
You close your eyes, desperately try to imagine your little sister. Sheâll find herself a loving husband and her very own family without any doubt. Even without you around, her life will turn out alright. Even without you around, life goes on. You donât have to feel sad or guilty, you just have to let goâŠ
âGet away from that woman.â
A low male voice, so charismatic that you think you might dream. He sure must be handsome. Men with voices like that always have a matching face.
A slicing blade, a dull thud. But no claws that dig into your flesh one last time, no bow of relief that youâve been awaiting for quite some time by now. Your eyelids start shivering. When is this finally over?
âAre you alright? Please allow me to help you up.â
The second something touches your skin, your eyes snap open in an instant. But they arenât greeted by those venomous red orbs from earlier. No, these ones are soft but strong and have that calming fuchsia color. This isnât a demon.
This is a man.
âDonât be afraid. The demon is goneâ, he continues speaking with his low voice.
You have no control over your own body and shivering limbs. Itâs impossible for you to say a single word. Are you really out of danger? Is it really over?
When he pulls you off the ground, a violent scream escapes your lips. No, you donât want to die, you donât want your life to end tonight. Not like this, not without saying goodbye.
âPlease calm down, everything is alright nowâ, the stranger tries to reassure you, but his words donât even reach your ringing ears.
You gasp for air like a fish on land, forehead now covered in ice cold sweat. This canât be your end.
If Yoriichi doesnât act now, you might faint due to your stress. But what is he supposed to do? You donât seem to listen to his words and touching you might only make it worse. Maybe you need, assurance?
âI wonât hurt you, see? My hands have no intention of doing you any harm.â
Gently, he glides his fingertips up and down your uninjured harm. Despite the look of horror on your face and your gaping wounds, you do have a lovely face and truly remarkable eyes.
âI came here to help youâ, he continues until his fingertips finally brush over your tear-soaked face.
What is this feeling of warmth deep inside his chest? You arenât the first woman he saved from the claws of a demon.
âI would like to accompany you on your way back home-â
âNoâ, you suddenly blurt out.
Even though lying in bed on your own was all you were able to think about just a few moments ago, the thought feels like a threat now. What if another demon follows you back home? What if your little sister gets attacked because of your foolishness? No, you simply canât go back now. But on the other handâŠJust the thought of sleeping alone here in the woods runs shivers down your spine.
âIâŠIâll find a place to stay. OtherwiseâŠthey might harm my sisterâŠâ, you mutter.
âAllow me to escort you to my estate, then.â
You yank your head to the side in sheer disbelief, eyes searching for a spark of humor in his calming orbs. Is he really serious about that? After all, youâre a stranger. He doesnât even know your name. Now that you think of itâŠwho is this?
âHow can I know for sure that you arenât a demon yourself?â
âTake my handâ, he instructs you gently.
Is this really a good idea? You take a deep breath in, try to calm down your pounding heart. What do you have to lose?
When your shaky fingers wrap themselves around his much larger hand, you get ingulfed by warmth. His palms feel rough but also comforting against your bruised skin.
âDemons are cold since they are deadâ, he explains briefly.
âBut I am not. I am a demon slayer. It is my only destiny to safe innocent souls from their death.â
Oh. Your gaze drifts towards a katana that hangs dangles from his belt. No, demon donât find with those weapons. So, are those words really true?
âYouâŠYou want to help me?â
âIâd love to help you if you allow me to.â
What has gotten into him? Did he really offer you to hold his hand, let alone to sleep at his house so you donât have to fear the night on your own? Never in his life, Yoriichi allowed himself to develop feelings apart from empathy for those around him.
But those eyes. Those eyes of yours really captivate him, devour him fully. How is he supposed to leave you out here, soaked in your own blood with bruises all over your body?
âYouâŠreally would?â
Is this really okay? When you were a child, your mother told you over and over that you arenât allowed to talk to strangers, let alone man.
ButâŠdoes that also include the handsome, charismatic and armored ones?
âI keep my word. Also, your wounds need care as well. Please, allow me to help you.â
What do you have to lose.
âIf thatâs the case, Iâd love to take your offerâ, you reply shyly.
âIâm glad to hear that. I will show you the way-â
A loud groan escapes your lips before youâre able to stop it. His charismatic eyes almost made you forget about the gaping wound the monster from before inflicted on you.
Almost.
âYou shouldnât move your leg with a wound like that. I will carry you to my estate.â
âYou willâŠcarry me?â, you mutter with widened eyes.
But just when you try to take a step forward, his words become painfully clear. No, there really is no way youâll be able to walk anywhere with that leg. But allowing him to carry you?
âI might be a little heavy.â
âLet me assure you, you arenât heavy at all.â
âFineâŠâ, you grumble.
âBut only a few meters.â
Gently, he stranger wraps his arms around your shoulder and knees before he starts walking.
He smells good. Like a field of flowers on a sunny day. And the way his heart beats against your cheek reminds you that youâre still alive, that you survived somehow.
This man saved you.
âI didnât even thank you.â
âThereâs no need to thank me. This is the least I can do for you after I almost came too late.â
He stares blankly at the blood that still drips from your leg. Just a few seconds later and that demon would have killed you with him simply watching. Why? Why is he not able to save them all, why is he still not good enough to stop this madness?
âDonât tense up, donât think anything less of yourself because I was injured. I was a fool for leaving the house this late at night on my own.â
Despite the fact that cold sweat still runs down your forehead and even though your fingertips still shake in shock, you cup his cheek and force his troubled eyes to look at you.
âI am beyond thankful for my rescue. The worst thing about dying today would have been leaving my little sister behind. But you saved me. And not only that, you even offered me a safe place to stay for the night. I really donât know ifâŠIf Iâd be able to sleep on my own tonightâŠâ
The stranger doesnât say a word, his eyes roaming around your face without a real aim.
âOh, I didnât even ask. Whatâs your name?â
âMy name is not important-â
âIâm (y/n)â, you introduce yourself friendly.
âMyâŠmy name is Yoriichiâ, the man carrying you mumbles.
Yoriichi. An unusual name that youâve never heard before.
âThat name suits you well.â
âWeâll arrive soon. I hope you donât expect a big mansion since I am living in a rather small cottage-â
âIâm living in a tiny barrack in the city. A house in the woods sounds like a dreamâ, you mutter.
The second you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a wooden cabin with a plain futon lying on the floor and an improvised kitchen in the back of the house. Nothing special, very fitting for the man who gently lowers you onto the futon.
âI will take care of your wounds nowâ, he announces before taking off his haori and katana.
Without his threatful weapon dangling from his belt, he looks like a normal man.
If it wasnât for those captivating eyes. He has to be the most breathtaking man youâve ever seen.
âFortunately, the cut on your leg isnât deep. Iâll disinfect the wound and bandage itâ, he explains briefly before his skilled hands spring into action.
âYou really are good at everythingâ, you comment.
Heâs so gentle that even the alcohol that disinfects your wound doesnât seem to burn. Why have you never stumbled across him? You were so sure that you know each and every man around that it almost drove you insane. But him? Heâs different from all the others. Heâs truly special.
âYou will have to take your kimono off. I need access to the wound on your shoulder.â
Oh.
âY-yeah, sureâŠâ
Hesitantly, you pull the blood-soaked fabric down your shoulder so that only your chest is still covered. Yoriichiâs eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight like liquid metal.
âYou look lovelyâ, he flusters into the night.
He doesnât know what has gotten into him. Is it the alcohol rising up his nose, the smell of blood that radiates from your bruised body that makes him say those strange things?
No. It has to be because of those eyes of yours. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment he first saw them.
"Thank you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You too," you add quickly, immediately regretting your awkward response.
Both you and Yoriichi swallow hard, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changing.
âI am finished. You should rest for tonight. After all, this was a draining fight for youâ, he mutters while getting up.
You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, heart still hammering so roughly against your ribcage that youâre almost sure heâs able to hear it. What was this tension?
âButâŠthis is your futon-â
âYou are my guest. Of course, I will sleep on the floor on the other side of the room.â
Oh. A wave of disappointment rushes over you before youâre able to stop it. What were you expecting, secretly hoping? That this man will share a bed with you?
Honestly, yes.
âYouïżœïżœïżœyou really donât have toâŠâ
Oh, how much Yoriichi wished he wouldnât have to.
âI insist on taking the floor.â
âI actually want you to sleep by my side. Please.â
The begging tone in your voice stops him mid-track.
âThis night wasâŠhorrible. A little company would definitely help, if you donât mind.â
âI donât mind at allâ, he replies a little too hasty.
âI just donât want to invade your personal space. After all, Iâm a stranger.â
âA really kind strangerâ, you add shyly.
Are you acting out of line? You shouldnât push him to sleep next to you when his offer to let you sleep here is already generous enough, right?
âForget my question, I was acting out of line-â
âNo, not at all. I would love sleeping besides you.â
He crosses the room in an instant and kneels down next to you.
âBut let me know whenever I become too much.â
What a ridiculous thought. Why would he ever become too much? Him, your savior, that remarkable man.
You scoot over until your back is pressed against the cool wall, eyes still fixated on his gleaming eyes. Will you really be able to sleep tonight when this is the first time ever a man lies beside you?
And what a handsome one on top.
âYou should try to sleep now. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am hereâ, he reassures you.
That is the least he can do after failing to protect you in the first place.
âAgain, thank you for all of this. I definitely own you a favorâ, you mumble.
Suddenly your lids start to get heavy, your mind slows down bit by bit. Maybe this rough night really took its toll on you. Is It the safety he radiates, his calming smell? In the matter of seconds, only your low and even breath is heard.
Finally, Yoriichi is able to allow himself a closer look at you. You look so peaceful and innocent with a face so remarkably beautiful that he canât stop staring. You have to be the prettiest woman heâs ever seen. A man like him really doesnât deserve lying next to a woman like you. Maybe he should give you space, leave you now that you fell asleep-
With a quiet groan, you draw closer to him in your sleep until your head rests on top of his chest and with your arms wrapped around his upper body.
He doesnât dare to move an inch, eyes widen in utter surprise. Is thisâŠcuddling? His mind races back and forth, eyes resting on your calm features. What is he supposed to do now?
Hesitantly, he allows his hand to rest on your back. What an unknown sensation, all those feelings that rise up his chest right where your hand rests.
For the first time since forever, he is the one who feels safe. Â Â
He is the one who feels loved.
He is the one who feels warm.
And you? You cuddle yourself against him until the sun rises all over again.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
This one's for you @muichirolover14 đ€
âThis is bullshitâ, the man walking next to you mumbles under his breath.
âKeep focused. It was Kagaya-samaâs personal wish that the two of us go on this mission togetherâ, you mumble with a fake smile decorating your bright red lips.
And thatâs the only reason why you agreed in the first place. Why else would you pretend to be Sanemi Shinazugawaâs personal concubine if it wasnât for Kagaya-sama and this undercover mission?
The plan is pretty simple. Countless people, including other demon slayers, lost their lives in this little innocent village that becomes a red-light district at night. Nobody knows why or who is responsible for this.
One of the upper moons, maybe.
It just made sense to dress you up as a concubine. After all, you are the light hashira, a mighty swordswoman and probably the most talented out of Mitsuri and Shinobu when it comes to acting.
And then thereâs him. You glance at Sanemiâs annoyed face from the side. Why on earth did Kagaya-sama choose him? What about Rengoku, Giyu, Obanai, Tengen, Gyomei? Arenât they a way better fit?
You sign to yourself.
Truth is, they arenât. While Rengoku, Obanai, Tengen and Gyomei would stand out immediately, Giyu would never be able to sell you as his concubine. No, no one except the wind hashira is able to make this look natural.
No one but him looks this good in a dark green kimono.
What?
âStop staring at me like that, bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI was just hoping you might disappear if I stare long enough, idiotâ, you bite back in frustration.
Why does he always have to be so mean, though? You really tried to get along with him countless times, put on the most precious smile whenever you talked to him and made sure to always bring him ohagi whenever you had the chance to. But Sanemi Shinazugawa never stopped hating you. And eventually, a part of you started to dislike him as well. That one part thoughâŠ
You allow your eyes a minor glimpse at his barely exposed chest. That tiny part deep within your head is somehow still drawn to him. And you hate it.
âArenât concubines supposed to shut up?â
âWatch your mouth or Iâll leave immediately.â
âBoth of us know you wouldnât do that.â
You let out your shaky breath, your hand crushing his while you wear the same friendly smile as before.
âDonât mess with me, Shinazugawaâ, you speak out with low voice.
His face tenses up ever so slightly, hand fighting for freedom out of your merciless grasp.
âYouâll regret talking to me like that when weâre alone, brat.â
-at the estate-
âIâd like to show you to my newest possession. Please introduce yourselfâ, Sanemi speaks out.
Like Amane-sama showed you, you bow in front of the man that looks you up and down with his filthy eyes.
âMy name is Kiyomiâ, you introduce yourself oh so sweetly.
âThat name really suits you. What a beauty you are. Iâm sure Iâd find a lot of paying customers for you hereâ, the disgusting man purrs and stretches out his hand in order to touch your face.
âDonât touch the goodsâ, Sanemi barks at him immediately before slapping his dirty hand away.
Who does this guy think he is, trying to touch you so casually? No. That jerk isnât allowed to caress your face. The plain thought of men like him getting to put their hands on youâŠ
Sanemiâs guts turn.
âArenât you here to sell her and yourself for the night? If thatâs the case, she wonât be your good anymore for the next few hours but mine.â
He smiles at you through rotten teeth, his breath almost forcing you to choke. You are only here to detect the demon who is responsible for the countless deaths in this area. You donât have to touch any of these men. None of them will touch you.
What about Sanemi, though? An uneasy feeling rises up your chest when your eye catches a group of women who stare him up and down with lust in their eyes. Will he allow himself a taste before continuing with this mission? Will he find a woman he is attracted to? All of them look flawless, too good to even consider the service of a paid men. But if that man looks like SanemiâŠ
âYou will find your room to the right. This is where the female customers choose their good. After paying, you belong to themâ, the man explains briefly while showing both of you around.
âWhy would these women pay for the services of a man? This is a noble region that is well-inhabited by countless menâ, you blurt out.
âItâs not about them being men. Itâs about looks. Only the fine-looking men even get the chance to work here for the nightâ, he explains briefly.
Fine-looking man, huh? Well, there is no doubt in the fact that Sanemi suits that description way too good. With his firm muscles highlighted by scars from countless battles, he looks like a walking god. Let alone his perfect face, his eyes that now look soft and seducing without being irritated constantly. His white hair that frames his features perfectly.
âAs for the women, we look for a broad variety of bodies, looks and personalities. You are very easy on the eye and mysterious. Iâm sure countless customers will fall for that.â
âAnd whatâŠwhat services do they expect?â
The man in front of you bursts out in hysteric laughter, you can feel Sanemiâs eyes piercing through your skull.
âWhat they expect? Intercourse and everything that revolves around it, of course! Do you think they pay you for some cuddles and nice words?â
You swallow hard. There is no need to do that, right? Youâll somehow shrug them off and investigate this place at night. Maybe youâll find the demon right away and-
âNow, you are a fine-looking man. Who is this?â, a woman suddenly purrs out of the shadows.
âA new worker for the nightâ, the disgusting man explains with a dirty smile.
âWell, if thatâs the case, Iâll definitely make a reservation.â
âIt would be an honor, my ladyâ, suddenly replies in the same cheeky tone
Your guts turn in an instant, eyes narrowing slightly as you watch how a smile forms itself on Sanemiâs usual resting lips.
âWhat a gentleman he is. I cannot wait to meet you.â
âThe honor is on my side, my lady.â
And then he steps in front of her. Elegantly, he grabs the hand she already holds out and kisses her knuckles. Your heartrate quickens, the warm flush that starts creeping up your face barely covered by your makeup.
Fucking asshole. So heâs acting like a jerk towards you all this time while treating other women like this? You hate the knot that forms itself in your throat, the disgusting feeling of disappointment that rushes over you.
Does he really hate you this much?
âWell, I think I should introduce myself to the customers as well. Have a pleasant night, Sirâ, your monotone voice speaks out on its own.
With one last bow towards him, you follow the man into the womenâs corridor without even gifting him a single look. Sanemi canât help but furrow his eyebrows at your sudden reaction. Did you really want to get rid of him so badly? Maybe youâll actually meet up with some of those guys andâŠ
âAre you interested-â
âI will meet up with you later this evening, my lady. Please excuse me.â
Without another look or word, he storms into his assigned room and closes the door behind him.
Sanemiâs mind starts going insane. What if you actually like one of those guys? Or what if one of them hurts you, tries to force you into something you donât want? He heard the worst stuff about places like this.
Fuck, he shouldnât have let you go in the first place. Why you? This mission is way too dangerous for someone like you, for someone this gorgeous-
âIâm losing my fucking mindâ, he mutters through gritted teeth.
âI canât do thisâ, you breathe out in sheer panic while lying in bed.
No, just the thought of Sanemi having the fun of his life with that girl from earlier feels like ripping your beating heart out of your chest. Will he really share a bed with them?
If itâs for the mission, he definitely would. Nothing is greater than his urge to kill demons, especially when it comes to an upper ranked one. That little sacrifice wouldnât stop him.
And it breaks your dumb heart.
A hard knock on the door rips you out of your running thoughts. Is this your first customer? All color drains from your face, eyes widen in horror with every bow against the wooden door.
âJust a momentâ, your shaky voice shouts.
YouâŠDo you have to look presentable? You have to think about the things you can tell him. Maybe you donât even have to sleep with him, maybe this will distract you from the things Sanemi is probably doing right now.
You open the door.
And stare straight into the furious eyes of Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Before youâre even able to react, he pushes himself into your room and closes the door behind him before yanking you against the wall.
âWhat did you do?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
Your heart starts hammering roughly against your ribcage. Him? Here?
âWhat the hell are you doing he-â
âAnswer my question right now!â, he barks into your face.
âI didnât do anything!â, you shriek.
âWhat the hell has gotten into you!?â
âHas somebody touched you?â
His rough hands start running up and down your neck, yank the sleeves of your kimono upwards in a haste.
âWhat?â, you breathe out.
What the hell is going on? Just when you managed to pull your arm away from him, he grabs your wrist again with his face only inches away from yours.
âDid somebody touch you?â, he screams into your face.
âNo!â, you cry back.
âBut why would you even care? It looked like you had plenty of fun!â
He shakes his head while looking at you in utter surprise and confusion.
âWhat non-sense are you talking now-â
âDid you sleep with that woman from earlier when I was gone?â
God, you hate the way your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, you hate the way your eyes fill with hot tears. He came here to confront you with all those accusations while he was out there having the time of his life, while all you were able to think about is him?
âNo, I didnât sleep with anyone!â
âStop lying to me!â
âYouâre the only one I want!â, he suddenly blurts out breathlessly.
âWhat?â, you utter in hushed panic.
This has to be a cruel joke, an unforgiving way to stop you from doing anything. Sanemi Shinazugawa, wanting you?
âSince I first saw you with your fucking perfect face and so melodic voice, I canât think about anything else! You, sleeping with some random guy while Iâm just a few doors away. I canât take it!â
He grabs your head with both hands, eyes staring at you so intensely that you feel like collapsing any minute. If thatâs really true, if thatâs really how he feelsâŠ
âButâŠI want you tooâ, you squirm.
âI always wanted you, Sanemi.â
His lips crash against yours with so much power that you almost fall over. Suddenly his hands are all over your body, tongue unforgiving as he discovers your mouth with a passion youâve never felt before. You allow your very own hands to finally discover the deep valleys of his muscular back, to let your hasty fingertips wander over his tight chest.
It becomes unbearable. Everything starts to become unbearable. That minor gap between your bodies, the clothes that still deny you full access to his naked skin, the feeling of not having enough.
âI need moreâ, you whimper against his lips, not even knowing what exactly youâre asking about.
Sanemi lifts you up with ease, not even breaking the kiss when he pushes you onto the bed with his massive body lingering on top of you.
You feel like suffocating in the most exquisite way.
âIâll give you whatever you wantâ, he breathes against your lips that now find your neck.
A whimper escapes your mouth before you can stop his, body rearing up underneath him.
âS-Sanemi!â
âFuckâ, he hisses before his dark eyes meet you again in distress.
âTell me you want this.â
âIâŠwhat?â
You canât produce a single logical sound, head still spinning from the unknown sensation that starts building up inside your stomach. Is this what desire feels like?
âTell me you want this too. Tell me you want me.â
âI wanted you all this timeâ, you reply without thinking twice.
With a swift motion, you find yourself engulfed by his arms with his lips caressing yours all over again. Like in trance, you begin opening his kimono, expose his bare skin to your merciless eyes.
âYou look so shamelessly goodâ, you whimper.
Oh, how often you pondered about how his chest feels like, if his scars are soft or as rough as his walls.
âCan IâŠ?â
His hands grab the ends of your kimono, eyes staring down at you flustered. Is that blush creeping up his cheeks?
âItâs justâŠYou knowâŠIâve never done this beforeâŠâ, you stammer.
âDo I look like I did, idiot?â, he mutters while gently taking off your kimono until you lay underneath him.
Completely naked.
âI mean, yesâŠâ
âNo, I didnâtâ, he barks.
âI guess I waited for someone specialâŠâ
âI did as wellâ, you reply in an instant.
Is this real or are you dreaming? Sanemi Shinazugawa laying on top of you fully nude. Sanemi Shinazugawa stating that he likes you. Sanemi Shinazugawaâs hand that start moving downwardsâŠ
Until he reaches between your legs and simply takes your breath away.
âAre you okay?â, he mutters, eyes filled with worry.
You nod absently, eyes rolling back into your skull. God, this feels like heaven. When a groan escapes his lips, you completely lose yourself. Out of instinct, you grab his neck and yank him even closer towards you, your hot breath clashing against his face.
âSanemi!â
His name sounds like a prayer coming from your mouth, forces his fingers to move even faster. Is this good? Is he doing everything alright? Your whimpers grow louder and louder, nails digging into his now oversensitive skin with so much pressure that it threatens to burst. You look so gorgeous with your eyes pressed shut, your delicate mouth forming an âoâ.
And then you burst right underneath him, scream his name over and over again with your legs shaking. He canât wait no longer, canât contain himself another second.
âI need youâ, he mutters.
âPlease, let me have you.â
âYesâ, you breathe out, mind still spinning when the firework that just exploded in your lower body slowly starts wearing off.
Until you feel him all over again. But this time, not his fingers. Your glossy eyes widen in utter surprise when he carefully stretches you out and disappears inside of you, hands holding onto him for dear life.
âAre you okay?â, he whimpers.
âPleaseâŠgive meâŠmoreâŠâ
He almost loses his mind, the new sensation almost eating him up alive. Countless nights, he dreamed about what it might be like to have you, what it would feel like. But the reality is so much better than any dream.
Sanemi picks up his pace and grabs your waist passionately in order to keep you in place. Over and over, again and again your sticky skin collides with his until he threatens to burst.
âYouâre mineâ, he presses out through gritted teeth while pounding into you.
âIâm all yours, Sanemi!â, you cry out, nails now leaving marks on his skin.
âI needâŠah! I need you! Please!â
He knows exactly what youâre asking for. One last time, he picks up the pace while holding onto you for dear life.
Until finally, you scream his name. Finally, heâs able to let it all go.
â(y/n)!â
He collapses on top of you, his weight leaving you dizzy and unable to move. None of you dares to make a move, the only thing thatâs filling the room being your shaky and sharp breaths.
âI love you, (y/n)â, Sanemi finally mutters, his hand caressing your cheek oh so gently.
âI love you too-â
âMission report, mission report! Kagaya-sama requires a mission re- AH!â
âGet out of here right now!â, Sanemi barks at the crow that casually entered the room.
âWHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?â
âGet out!â, Sanemi screams on top of his lungs before yanking up and hunting the crow butt-naked through the room
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Pale Blue [Part One]
Geto Suguru x AFAB Pregnant Reader
READ PART TWO HERE
Warnings: THIS FIC IS CANON COMPLIANT, if you are not caught up on Jujutsu Kaisen's manga, or at the very least if you have not seen "gojo's past" you WILL be spoiled. This story contains darker themes, heavier topics, pregnancy and all the lovely details of it, and lastly explicit sexual content. Read at your own risk!
A/N: Here it is!! Part One!! This fic is super self indulgent for me and I'm very excited for y'all to read it. The idea literally came to me in a dream like a month ago and I woke up and immediately started writing. It's been a long ass time since I've written a plot heavy fic, and it's been well over a year since I've actively planned a multiple part story and gone through with it. So, this fic is kinda like... my baby lol.
Word Count: 19k | Playlist
September 2007
Your mouth felt like chalk, hands trembling ever so slightly as you set the small wand on the countertop in your bathroom. You couldn't think straight, but that unfortunately wasnât anything new, it had been that way for the last three weeks. Ever since he left, you had felt like your head was stuck in a fishbowl. People eyeing you with pity at the world you had been dropped into, their whispers muffled into incoherent nonsense as you walked by. Satoru was no better off, but he could at least tug his emotions off of his sleeves and place them in his heart where nobody could see them, except for you. At least you would be able to see them if he didnât shut you out.Â
Not that you had been any kinder, you had withdrawn too.Â
The only one who seemed alright was Shoko, her reaction to Suguruâs deflection was nothing out of character. Not many things could shock her to her core, even something as absurd as what Suguru had done couldnât wipe the gentle smile from her face when she saw him again. You envied her for that level of composure. You envied her for getting to see him again, just as you envied Satoru. For some reason, the man evaded you as if you were the plague. Or perhaps it looked like you were merely chasing after a ghost, a figment of your imagination. You kind of wished that it was true, that Geto Suguru had been someone you conjured up in your mind.Â
But he wasnât, he was a real, breathing human who had taken over one hundred livesâŠ. Including his parents. The thought made your mouth taste like metal, everytime you zoned out too long and thought too hard, youâd bite your inner cheek until it bled. Three weeks later you still felt like you were moving on autopilot, the only thing that could pull you out of it would be his gentle embrace. You blinked a bit, the metallic taste coating your tongue as you unclench your jaw and look in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself, for a moment you think you look just like him, and it's enough to steal the little air you had in your lungs.Â
You had never thought you'd experience a heartbreak as severe as this one, and you especially didnât think it would be dealt to you by Suguru. Though you saw all of the signs, the hundreds if not thousands he put out and never let you touch. No, his cries for help were always directed at Satoru. The white haired man never seemed to catch them, and if he did, he never said a thing. Suguru had refused to acknowledge his issues when he was with you, no matter how many times you tried to sit him down and get it out. Heâd change the subject and move on.Â
Heâd sweet-talk you, making you forget why you had been so concerned in the first place because there, for a fleeting moment, was the boy you had fallen in love with two years prior. Heâd fill your mind with nothing but good things, pretty noises, good feelings. Not stopping until his name was all you could utter, not stopping until you fell asleep in his arms, content and sedated. He was a master at avoidance, trying so hard to keep things perfect just for you. You were beginning to hate him for it, but even the idea of hating him made bile burn your throat.Â
You were left in emotional turmoil, love mixing with hate mixing with rage and depression. No matter how many times the word hate flashed through your mind, it was never truly directed at Suguru. Rather the jujutsu world, the things they had forced upon him, the pressure he had been made to feel. You especially felt that bubbling hate for a certain man by the name of Fushiguro Toji, who caused this whole spiral. He was long gone now, Satoru had effectively put the man down and he would not be getting back up. Though it killed you to no end that he got the easy way out. You almost wished that Satoru had kept the man alive.Â
You couldnât stomach it as your back pressed into the cold wall of your bathroom, arms folded over your chest as you stared at nothing in particular. Eyes refusing to focus on anything of importance but making a point to avoid the developing test on the counter.Â
Suguru had left you a note, shortly after his final conversation with Satoru. You had returned to your dorm to see it on your bed and you recognized his handwriting before you even read your name on the envelope. You could still feel your hands trembling as you ripped the paper, flinching as it cut your skin, crumbling as tears dripped down your cheeks. You read it three times before finally comprehending the words, the paper littered with tear drops and your blood. Every word was written with care, you could hear his voice as your eyes passed over each sentence, see his face before you as if he was speaking.Â
It was an apology, his resolve and a goodbye all in one. Leaving you more empty than you had felt before. Still, it sat on your nightstand, you couldnât throw it away. As if his sweaters werenât still hanging in your closet, like the blanket he got you wasnât still sitting on your bed. You held onto that letter like it was the last thing you had of him. Mourning him as if he had died, like he wasnât still alive and breathing and walking around within the very city you were in now. You almost thought it would be easier if he had died. At least youâd feel some sort of closure, knowing heâs not coming back. But this, this was a form of torture for you.Â
To know that you could bump into him at a restaurant, or even pass him on a busy street. He wasnât gone, if anything he was doing better than he ever was. Leaving you, Satoru, Shoko, and everyone else behind to pick up the shattered pieces. Still, you couldnât hate him for that. No amount of anger would mend the torn pieces of your broken heart. You were fairly certain nothing would, the only cure was the one man you could no longer call your own. Youâd spend the rest of your life with your heart ripped wide, an empty void filling the space.Â
You inhaled deeply, pushing off the bathroom wall and taking a hesitant step towards the counter. The test was upside down, you couldnât see the small little window that would show you the results, for a moment you wanted to pick it up and throw it in the trash without even looking. There was nothing stopping you from doing so either, but you held back anyways. The only reason you were taking a pregnancy test in the first place was because your period was two weeks late. You could easily chalk it up to stress, but at the same time you knew all too well that you and Suguru often went without protection. Idiot.Â
Somehow, despite his inner battles, Suguruâs sex drive never slowed down. Maybe it was the craving for physical touch or maybe sex was a great way for him to forget about his issues for a while. Regardless, you had always been eager to oblige, even if it meant falling into his traps and luring your attention away from the real issue at hand. You had no idea how long it had been and if the damn thing was positive you were sure it would show up by now. So you picked it up and flipped it over in your hand, tired eyes scanning it. Your forehead creased for a moment, eyes squinting in frustration because you couldnât tell if there was a second line or not.Â
If itâs positive, it's too early to tell. Your grip tightens around the small plastic test, anger flooding your heart as you chuck it in the trash can with such force it rattles as it hits the wall. Once again you are left with uncertainty. It seemed nobody could give you a straight answer anymore. Truth be told, you werenât sure what you wanted that test to say. The thought of being pregnant with his child would have elated you two months ago. Now the thought made your insides twist and turn, for a moment you thought you were going to puke again. At the very same time, the idea of the test being negative felt like a rug being pulled out from under you.Â
As if you didnât know that feeling well enough.Â
In a twisted way, you thought that being pregnant would bring him back to you. As if it would erase every heinous crime he had committed and bring the man you loved back into your arms. You were foolish, but not foolish enough to really believe in those daydreams. You hauled yourself out of your bathroom and back into your dorm room, falling into your disheveled bed with a soft thump. His t-shirt was hanging loosely on your body, it still smells faintly of him. Itâs the only shirt of his that youâd been wearing, too afraid to lose his scent on the others.Â
It was still early enough for you to sleep for a few more hours before Shoko was knocking on your door and hauling you into the world. You hated it, but she assured you that youâd thank her for it in a couple months. You doubted it, and for some reason you felt like she did too.Â
Your sleep was dreamless, it had been since Suguru left you. You werenât quite sure if you were thankful for that or not. Suguru was still the last thing you thought about before falling asleep and the first thing you thought of when you woke up. His absence consumed your every thought, impossible to ignore, unable to forget. There had been a few tough nights where you dragged yourself down the hall towards Satoruâs room. The man was usually still up, sitting on his bed with a book in hand that you could tell he wasnât reading. Just an attempt at distraction.Â
He welcomes you without a word, scooting over a bit so you could sit beside him, head on his shoulder as he tosses the book to the floor. You remain like that until you fall asleep, no words spoken but nothing needed to be verbalized to understand you were both mourning the loss of a man who wasnât even dead. In an odd way, you felt as if you were mourning Satoru as well. His smile, his jokes, the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, all of those things had dwindled. To his credit, he was managing to pull himself back together, at least better than you had been.Â
A harsh knock at your door signaled that Shoko was there. You hadnât even realized that you fell asleep, but you felt even more groggy than you had a couple hours prior. âIâm up.â Itâs hoarse and unconvincing but you hear Shoko utter a small âokâ. You know sheâs still there, she always waits for you to get dressed and emerge from your room yourself. If you make her wait any longer than fifteen minutes she's usually barging in herself to pull you from your bed. Your body aches as you sit up, stumbling across the room to the bathroom because you need to pee yet again.Â
The air almost feels stale as you get your routine done in the bathroom, the test is still sitting in the small can beside your sink. Itâs presence is heavy, to the point you question if you should take it out with you despite only having a couple tissues accompanying it. You decided against it when she knocked again. âJust getting dressed.â You mumbled softly, listening for her small âHmph.â At least letting you know she heard you. Your uniform still felt foreign on your skin, it had for the last three weeks but you tried to ignore it. âAbout time.â Shoko smiled as you emerged, Satoru beside her. âOh? Youâre both here?â Your tone was questioning but not mad.Â
âYeah, Yaga said we should take the day to be normal or something like that.â Satoru drawled, circular glasses sliding down his nose as he rolled his eyes. âUs? Normal?â You snorted, pulling your door shut as Shoko began walking down the hallway. âHe just doesnât know what to do with us at the moment.â Satoru offered in a low tone, Shoko would scold him for speaking like that, especially to you. The thing is, he wasnât saying anything that you hadnât already thought of yourself. âI donât know what to do with us either.â You could assume Yaga was being vigilant, the guilt of not seeing what was happening with Suguru was weighing on him too.Â
The flick of Shokoâs lighter was heard as you stepped into the morning air, laughter bubbling in your chest as you looked at her. âIt was killing you, wasnât it.â Yaga had been cracking down on her bad habit, trying to limit her by saying no smoking in the dorms. âJust a little.â She teased back, inhaling deeply before blowing the gray smoke past her lips. âShoko, gimme one.â Your eyebrow cocked as Satoru stuck his hand out. Her eyes met you for a moment before begrudgingly handing the lighter and pack to him. âNew habit?â You commented softly, watching as he stuck a cylinder between his lips and held his hand up to block the flame from the wind.Â
Satoru shrugged, inhaling a bit before blowing out, moving to hand the pack to you. You hesitated, the test in your dorm trash can still lingering in the back of your mind. âIâm good.â You took them anyway, handing them to Shoko. Neither of them said anything but they shared a knowing glance, they couldnât be mad at you for trying to quit a bad habit. âSo where are we going?â You didnât like the prolonged silence as the two of them puffed away. âI didnât think youâd want to go anywhere, but if you want we can go get breakfast.â Shokoâs eyes flickered over both you and Satoru, as if she was looking at two temperamental children.Â
âBreakfast sounds good.â Satoru offered, shoving one hand in his pocket while the other plucked the cig from his lips. âIt does.â You added softly, stomach turning at the very thought of food but you couldnât let them know that. You had lost your appetite shortly after he left, but you still forced yourself to eat at least one substantial meal a day. The nausea that had settled in your gut most days usually deterred you from anything else but plain rice and maybe some soup. Still, it was food and the only thing you could keep down at that. âAlright, Iâll call for a driver and we can go get something to eat.â Shoko pulled out her phone, clicking on a number she saved.Â
âYouâve been eating, right?â You jumped a little, eyes sliding over to Satoru. His tone was low, just low enough for only you to hear. âYeah, Iâve been eating⊠you?â He looked the same, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Satoru nodded, pushing his glasses up to sit on the bridge of his nose. âThe car will be at the gates for us in five minutes so let's get going.â Shoko started walking, like always you and Satoru followed behind her like ducklings. Satoruâs question still lingered in your mind, his ability to read your thoughts nearly rivaled Suguru.Â
You had to wonder just how much those six eyes of his could see.Â
The three of you clamored into the car, Satoru taking the passenger seat while you and Shoko took the back. You had no idea where you were going, not even when Shoko gave an address to the driver. It was somewhere in the city, you knew that much, but you trusted her judgment and prayed they would have something plain for your stomach. None of you spoke as the car barreled forward, your eyes glued to the surroundings zipping past you, as if youâd catch him walking down the street on a busy morning. You knew youâd always be looking for him, everywhere you went, your eyes would search for him.Â
You tore your eyes from the window, glancing at Satoru in the passenger seat. You couldnât see his eyes, but his head was turned towards the window. If you had to guess, he was doing the very same thing. Looking for someone who would never appear. Unless you were Shoko of course, you still felt your throat tighten at the thought. You knew Suguru had chosen to reveal himself to her for a couple reasons. One being that she wasnât nearly strong enough to take him down single handedly. The other being her easy going nature, he knew there would be little to no conflict or questions to answer with her. If roles were reversed, youâd do the same.Â
âHello?â You blinked, looking at Shoko with parted lips. âYou okay?â her head tilted, brown eyes lingering over your features. âI⊠yeah.â You swallowed, the car was still moving so you didnât space out for that long. âWhat are you in the mood to eat?â She repeated the question she had asked seconds prior while you were clearly on another plane of existence. âSomething plain.â You offered lamely, hands clasping together in your lap. âPlain?â Satoru questioned, eyes shifting to look at you through the rearview mirror. âMy stomach has been sensitive. Plain foods are all I can really get down right now.â You shrunk into the seat.Â
Shoko hummed, eyes observing you intently now. You could almost hear her silently listing all of your physical symptoms, noting in her head the various things that could cause them. Most could be answered with heartbreak, but that didnât typically make you sensitive to certain foods. Shoko and Satoru knew of Suguru's relationship with you. They knew you were serious about each other, that you often slept in the otherâs dorm depending on the day. They knew you went on dates and bought each other gifts. They knew you had long since confessed your love to one another and were not strangers to holding hands when you thought nobody was looking.Â
It didnât take a genius to figure out that the two of you slept together as well.Â
~
âQuiet.â You sunk your teeth into the side of your cheek, struggling to stifle your noises as Suguruâs fingers curled inside of your tight heat. âYou donât want them to hear us, right?â he cooed again, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he pressed you harder into the empty desk, nearly pushing it into the wall of the classroom with the ferocity of his hunger.Â
You shook your head, not trusting your voice in that moment to make any coherent sounds. Your nails dug into his bicep, legs splayed hazardously over the sides of the desk as you used your free hand to brace yourself. Two fingers continued to plunge in and out of you, curling perfectly and sucking the air from your lungs as he found that one particular spot.Â
Suguru watched in fascination, dark eyes glazed over as they flickered between his hand and your face. Each draw back revealed the slick shine of your arousal on his digits, each push forward was accompanied by a squelch. It made his throat tight, arousal making him feel hot all over as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.Â
âSuguâŠâ You choked, face warming considerably as you realized how desperate you sounded. âHmm?â a gentle hum, his fingers burying deep and massaging your walls until your thighs twitched. âI need you.â Your head fell back, hand leaving his bicep to slap over your mouth in an attempt to silence the cry that left you. âYouâŠneed me?âÂ
Those words were jarring to him, as if a chain of firecrackers had been ignited under his skin. You nodded, helpless and at his mercy as you prayed Satoru and Shoko wouldnât wander off to figure out where the two of you had gone. You couldnât quite comprehend what happened next, the sudden retreat of his fingers left you feeling empty, clearing your foggy mind for a second.Â
They were quickly replaced with something else, something wet and soft. Your eyes widened considerably when you looked down to see Suguru on his knees, hands gripping the plush of your thighs with his face buried between. He would have given you more if it weren't for his damn pants, he was too impatient to struggle with the high waisted fashion choices he made.Â
You couldnât think again, mind immediately fogging over as you focused solely on Suguruâs head between your legs. The flat of his tongue licking up your folds before delving further, bumping your clit with his nose and earning a strangled noise from you. You bit down on your fist now, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to silence yourself for a bit.Â
Suguru didnât mind, if anything he wanted them to hear you. He wanted to see the shocked look on Satoruâs face when he realized what was happening. He couldnât lie, this whole rendezvous had started because of an offhand comment Satoru made. One about how he was likely better at pleasing women than Suguru. You knew that's why you were in here too, you felt like you needed to thank Satoru for pushing Suguru to this point, whether that was his intention or not.Â
Heat continued to build in your gut, if you could trust yourself to stay balanced you would have let go of the desk and buried your hand in his hair. You wanted to tug the silky black locks from the confines of the bun he always kept them in, watch them cascade around his handsome face and turn messy because of your fingers. Then again, that may make it a little too obvious to your two awaiting friends. âSuguâŠâÂ
You gasped, hand flying from your mouth to grab the desk as you nearly lost your balance. Suguru had started to stand, knocking you back as his arms wrapped around your lower half in a bear hug. Suguru was standing at his full height now, your knees bent over his shoulders while only your mid-back and shoulders pressed into the desk. You could have melted into a puddle the moment his eyes met yours, his mouth still pressed firmly to your cunt.Â
âSuguruâŠâ You choked again, hands moving to grip the sides of the desk for some kind of grounding. You could feel him smirk, eyes burning into yours as his tongue lavished you. It was all too much, too lewd, too risky. Your orgasm was building faster than you anticipated, the tingling arousal shooting down your spine and making your legs tense as he teased you. You came with a choked cry of his name, eyes squeezing shut as you rode out your orgasm.Â
~
âWeâre here.â You blinked, eyes scanning your surroundings as Satoru got out of the car. âAre you sure youâre okay? We can get the food to go and head back to campus.â Shokoâs words were out of concern but her tone was still relaxed. âIâm alright, I could use some time in a busy space.â You lied, the quiet of your dorm room had never sounded so inviting. âThank you.â You muttered softly to the driver, his small smile told you he was well aware of what was going on. Satoru was already by the front door of the cafe, putting out the butt of his cigarette on a nearby trash can before dropping it in. Shoko did the same, following after you as you entered.Â
Satoruâs looks tended to come in handy, his glasses sliding down his nose to show the startling blue of his eyes was all that was needed to get the three of you a seat and bypass the wait. âAt least youâre good for something.â You teased him, watching him roll his eyes before smiling. âItâs my duty to get the two of you quick service and good food, even if I have to whore myself out.â For some reason, that had laughter bubbling in your chest, the genuine kind. âSuch a noble sacrifice.â You laughed, the menu in your hand shaking as your shoulders bounced. You were too distracted to see the way Satoruâs shoulders seemed to sag in relief as he watched you, for a moment it was like nothing had changed.
If it weren't for the gaping, empty space in the booth beside him, he would have been convinced.Â
âWhat are you going to get, Shoko?â She was the only one actively looking over the menu. âIâm not sure yet, but they do have some options that would be easy on your stomach.â You werenât sure why but it made your heart ache just a bit, she had been more concerned over your meal than her own. At the very same time, it made you feel small, like you were a bit of a nuisance for having stomach issues⊠or whatever they were⊠in the first place. âOh, alright.â You focused on the menu, aware of their eyes on you as you tried to find something small but appealing. You settled on tamagoyaki and asked for it to be made on the salty side rather than sweet.Â
Shoko went for a traditional meal as well while Satoru ventured into their âwesternâ cuisine. His choice sounded so sweet that the thought of it made your teeth hurt. âI donât know how you do it, Satoru.â you sipped your tea slowly, letting the hot liquid slide down your throat and settle in your stomach. He only shrugged, smiling softly âIâve yet to find something too sweet for me to handle.â Normally he would have added something flirty but he decided against it. Despite knowing you and Suguru were a couple, it never stopped Satoruâs flirtatious comments. It only bothered Suguru a little bit but he knew his best friend would never cross that kind of line.Â
âYou may go into cardiac arrest before you meet your match, Satoru.â Shoko snorted, sipping her coffee as she took in the surroundings of the busy cafe. For a moment, you wondered if she was doing what you and Satoru had been subconsciously doing for the last three weeks. âI keep waiting for him to appear.â Your tone was just barely above a whisper, as if even bringing up his existence would cause the world to implode around you. âMe too.â Shoko spoke softly, eyes still looking anywhere but the two of you. Satoru kept quiet, face unusually somber as he sipped his coffee. âI think Iâll eventually go insane.âÂ
You tried to sound lighthearted but the crack in your voice gave the opposite effect.Â
Satoruâs eyes flickered up at that, making your shoulders shrink into the booth. You had quickly come to learn that both of your friends were treating you like fragile porcelain. Though you partially felt the same when talking to them, especially Satoru. Despite the frequent and long nights with each other, little to no words were ever spoken. âIâm fine.â You tried, voice a little stronger than before. âWe can talk about these things without falling apart.â It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than them. Before anyone could speak, the waiter was walking over with your food, effectively stopping any further discussion.Â
âSatoruâŠâ You choked as the waiter walked away, eyes focused on the sugary, gooey concoction on the plate before him. âThatâs your ticket to the ER.â Shoko was gawking at it too, a bite of food already halfway to her mouth. Satoru, on the other hand, looked like a kid on christmas morning, glasses sliding down his nose with a smile on his face. Your stomach grumbled as he cut into the pancakes, the feeling making you jump just a bit. You actually felt hungry, mouth watering as you looked down at your own plate and moved to take a bite.Â
Silence fell over the table as you all ate, within minutes half of your food was gone and you were quietly wishing you had ordered something a little bigger.
âYou need a napkin.â You laughed softly, handing Satoru your spare napkin so he could wipe the syrup off of his cheek. âThanks.â For some reason you couldn't help but think he looked like a little kid. For another reason you couldnât quite explain, it made sadness sink into your shoulders. He should be here with the three of you, eating and laughing and bringing you the comfort you always looked for in him. Your hands shook as you moved to eat more, not willing to let the surge of emotion get rid of the appetite you rarely had nowadays.Â
As you finished your plate, you felt the bubbling wave of nausea build in your stomach. You inhaled slowly, trying to find a way to ease your worries and keep your food down. âAre you okay? You look a little green.â Shoko eyed you with concern, not even a second later Satoru was signaling the waiter for the check. âY-yeah⊠told you my stomach was sensitive. Thatâs the most I've eaten at once in the last three weeks.â You couldnât stand the embarrassment of making a scene or wasting money on the food you had just consumed. âIâll be back.â You slipped out of the booth, your friendâs concerned eyes zeroing in on you as you disappeared for the bathroom.Â
Luckily for you the bathroom was empty, the fluorescent lights making you flinch as you stumbled to the sink and turned the water on cold. You leaned over it, hands and wrists submerged under the running stream, chest heaving with the effort to remain calm. You were desperate to keep the food down, so desperate you could feel sweat forming on your temple as you tried to focus on anything but the nausea. Suguruâs face flashed through your mind and for a moment you were convinced your knees would give out from under you.Â
~
âI told you to take it easy.â He huffs softly, fingers running through your hair as he rakes it away from your face. Carefully, heâs looping one of his elastics around your hair to keep it in place. Your head is still buried in the toilet, you had just finished throwing up for the third time in the last hour. âAre you still with me?â His hand is on your back now, rubbing slow but deliberate circles. Feebly you give him a thumbs up, throat burning from the sting of alcohol coming back up.Â
âYou didnât eat much today and then you went and got shit-faced with Shoko.â Suguru stated the obvious, trying not to scold you because he knew you werenât doing good right now. âI donât think you have anything else to puke up, do you want some water?â You lifted your head now, reaching for toilet paper to wipe your mouth. âWater sounds good.â Your voice was weaker than Suguru had expected it to sound, his heart aching a bit as he sat beside you on the bathroom floor.Â
âIâll be right back, okay? Just yell if you get scared and Iâll be by your side before you know it.â You nodded, thanking him softly as he got up and disappeared out of your bathroom. You were only seventeen at the time, acting far older than you were and thinking you could get away with it. Now, you are facing the consequences of being naive. Typical for someone your age. Suguru had returned in under two minutes, handing you a glass of room temperature water. âItâll be easier on your stomach at this temperature.â He chuckled as you grimaced.Â
He moved to grab a washcloth from your cabinet, turning the sink water on cold. âAnd thisâŠâ he wrung it out twice before turning off the water âwill help focus your attention on something other than the nausea.â He placed the cloth on the back of your neck, watching your shoulders sag in relief as something finally cooled your clammy skin. âThanks, Sugu.âÂ
~
âSugu⊠Iâm scared.â Your voice was barely audible, tears burning your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Somehow it was working, your pain outshining the nausea as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing in the middle of the restroom. A year had passed since that moment in time, you were only eighteen now and yet you felt as if you had grown a decade. Yet, you were reduced to a scared and crying child because of nausea. Get it together. You forced yourself to straighten, hands slightly numb under the current of cold water.Â
You forced yourself to make eye contact with your reflection, observing how stark the dark circles were under your eyes. Shoko had been right, you did look a bit green, but it was fading steadily as everything subsided. You let your hands sit under the water for a minute longer before bending over the sink and splashing some on your face. The door to the restroom opened as you straightened again, Shoko was looking at you with worry. âDid you get sick?â you shook your head, turning the water off and reaching for the paper towels.Â
âManaged to fight it off⊠for now.âÂ
âSatoru paid already, there is a convenient store a couple shops down. We can get you some nausea meds and a barf bag for the ride back⊠just in case.â You nodded, smiling a bit. âThat would probably be a good idea.â you followed her out of the bathroom and through the restaurant, Satoru was standing on the sidewalk with a new cigarette between his lips. âDamn, you really did develop a new habit.â He only shrugged, inhaling deeply before blowing more out. âIâll get over it at some point.â Knowing him and his will-power, he probably would.Â
âIâll call for the driver, Satoru take her to the convenient store and Iâll catch up.â Satoru nodded, saluting her with a quick âyes maâamâ before grabbing your hand and dragging you along. You didnât speak until Shoko was out of earshot. âDo you think itâs going to get better?â You appreciated the weight of his hand in yours, though you were certain he could feel how clammy it was. âI think itâll get more bearable with time.â not better, but tolerable. The thought had your chest feeling heavy as you stepped inside of the small store.Â
âNausea meds and barf bags.â Satoru chuckled, reading the signs above each aisle until he spotted one that seemed like a good start. âYouâll have to see a doctor if this doesnât ease up⊠how long has it been going on anyways?â You shuffled behind him, arms crossing due to him letting them go a moment prior. âShortly after he left, after I found the letter.â Only Satoru knew about the letter that had been left behind. How Suguru managed to get back onto campus and leave it in your dorm was beyond him. You had even let him read it, breaking his heart again.Â
âShoko!â Satoru called, noticing her walk down the aisle before you could even turn your head. âIâm not good with this stuff, what should we get?â Satoru had already grabbed a box of blue cylindrical barf bags for you but the actual meds were basically foreign to him. âIâll handle it from here, Satoru. You can wait in the car, he should be upfront by now.â Satoruâs brows furrowed, so did yours, but the look in Shokoâs eyes had him shrugging and handing the box to you. âAlright then, Iâll see ya out there.âÂ
He whistled as he strolled by, your eyes narrowing on Shoko. âWhatâs this about?â you watched her shuffle through the shelves, picking up one and reading the box before setting it down and moving onto the next. âI donât know what you mean.â She commented offhandedly, plucking another box and reading it before sighing. âThis one should work.â She turned, handing it to you while motioning you to follow her down the aisle. You read it over, nothing out of the ordinary so you truly couldnât figure out what made this one different from the others.Â
You stopped short when Shoko did, eyes scanning the aisle and feeling your stomach drop. âShokoââ You sighed, she was standing in front of the pregnancy tests. âListen, I know itâs probably the last thing you want to even think about but I think you should take one.â She was grabbing a box of the cheap tests, the same test that was still residing in the trash can of your bathroom. âShoko, it's not necessary.â You couldn't bring yourself to tell her you already took one, for some reason you couldnât tell her it was negative either.Â
âIâll buy them, and youâll keep them. If this nausea doesnât subside in like two weeks, Iâm forcing you to take them.â You felt your face burning, clutching the nausea meds tightly in your hands as you looked away from her. âFine.â You sighed, head tilted at her shoes as you followed her up front to the register. Everything was placed neatly in a brown bag so nobody could see the contents. Once in the car, you popped open the barf bags just to keep one ready in the event your nausea returned full force. âI figured you would forget this.âÂ
You looked up to see Satoru handing you a bottle of water, your lips parting in surprise. âYou know me well, Satoru. I did forget.â you took it from him, grabbing the box of nausea meds and ripping them open. You took them and sighed, gulping down water when you realized how thirsty you had been. âIf we have nothing else to do today, I think Iâll take a nap.â You were aching for your bed, more tired now than you had been after any missions. âAlright but weâll wake you up for dinner if we donât hear from you.â Shoko smiled, cracking the window to light a cig.Â
âItâs not even 11am yet.â you snorted. âYeah but you can sleep like the dead when you really need it, if we donât wake you, youâll sleep straight through till tomorrow.â You opened your mouth to deny it, about to use your frequent bathroom breaks as an excuse but stopped yourself. Saying that would only confirm the very thing Shoko was suspicious of. âAlright, fine, whatever.â You resigned with a playful huff, arms crossing as you turned to look out the window. Luckily for you, you managed to make it through the ride without needing to use the bag.Â
âIâll see you later.â You called after them, waving as you headed for the dorms. They both waved back, finding shade under a tree to enjoy more of the sunny morning. You felt your shoulders sagging with each step, your social battery diminished far faster now that Suguru wasnât always by your side. You had almost grown a bit too dependent on him, thinking he would be a constant in your life. You inhaled shakily, the brown bag crumbling between your fingers as your emotions bubbled to the surface yet again. You couldn't seem to get yourself to your dorm fast enough, hot tears slipping down your cheeks as you shoved the key in the lock.Â
It came in heavy waves, making you feel weak as you could only succumb to the sadness festering in your chest. You dropped the bag by the door, kicking off your shoes and shouldering off your uniform jacket. Moving on autopilot, you drew your curtains shut and took off the rest of your clothing, sliding his shirt over your head until you were enveloped in his scent. You were gasping for air by the time your body hit the mattress, curling in on yourself as you sobbed. âI miss you.â You hiccuped, rubbing your eyes as if it would stop the tears.Â
God dammit, Suguru, why did you have to do this?
You buried your head in your pillow, trying to drown out your own feelings before sadness turned to anger and you ripped your whole room apart because of it.Â
~
âStop wiggling so much.â His voice sounded like gravel, rumbling the back of your head as he spoke. âCanât help it.â You retorted, trying your best to settle into a comfortable position. Suguru had you wrapped in a bear hug, his favorite form of affection, especially since he knew you couldnât get out of his grasp. His arms were covered in thick muscles, something you initially didn't expect because his uniform and choice of baggy clothing typically hid them.
 You could use all your strength and his grip wouldnât falter. Â
âWhy not?â he mumbled again, if you had to guess, his eyes were closed as he spoke. âCause itâs warm, Sugu.â you were both laying on top of the covers, little to no clothing on because of the heat and the broken air conditioning that the school was still trying to fix. Nothing but an old fan swiveling side to side to create some sort of relief. Still, Suguru couldnât sleep unless you were pressed flush to him, warm or not. âItâs not that bad.âÂ
âOh it absolutely is.â you immediately countered, turning your head back to try and look at him. âIt could be way worse.â he tried again, fingers thrumming against your side. âYeah, it could, but it could also be better. Like if you let me go for example.â You wiggled a bit, trying to create space before he pulled you tightly to him again. âNice try, itâs not happening.â You groaned, going limp in his arms as he began to laugh. âI could totally make it worse for you.â He added softly, lips ghosting your ear. Despite the heat, you shivered.Â
âThe weirdest things turn you on, Sugu.âÂ
âHey, itâs not nice to call yourself weird.âÂ
You slapped his arm, earning another rumble of laughter as he moved to hover over you. âCâmon, if I make you sweat, itâll make the breeze from the fan feel colder.â You rolled your eyes, studying his features as he looked down at you, hair framing his face and ghosting yours. âThatâs counterproductive, you know.â Your hands were running up his biceps anyway, moving to wrap around his neck and pull him close to you. âMaybe it is, but you canât say Iâm wrong.âÂ
His head was lowering, giving into your pull with no hesitation. âYouâre right, I canât say youâre wrong. But⊠I want to.â You smile, pulling him further until your lips melt together. He was radiating warmth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip to ask for entrance. Your lips parted, hands snaking up into his hair and tugging at the strands until he groaned. Suguru braced himself on one hand, making the mattress dip just by your head. The rest of his weight was settled on his knees, caging your hips in so you truly couldnât get away from him. Not that you wanted too now.Â
You felt small beneath him, his bare skin radiating warmth as he used his free hand to push your shirt up. You could ignore the heat for the time being, more focused on the steady beating from between your thighs. âSuguâŠâ You parted with a gasp, watching him lean up and pull you with him, allowing him to drag your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor before pushing you down again. His lips didnât return to yours, instead they moved to your neck, kissing along your pulse point until you were whining. âQuiet, baby, donât forget weâre in my room.âÂ
Satoru was asleep next door, that realization set in like ice water being dumped over your head. âSuguru.â You choked as his head dipped lower, licking along your collarbone before moving to one of your breasts. He wasnât going to answer you, and you knew that for a fact by the way his lips curled into a smirk against your skin. âYouâre evil.â You gasped, hand fisting his hair tightly as he scraped his teeth along your breast, nipping at the soft skin. Your other hand found its home on his shoulder, nails scratching lightly as his muscles flexed under your grasp.Â
You sunk your teeth into your cheek when his lips wrapped around your perked nipple, arousal making it pebble slightly as he sucked. Suguruâs tongue lavished your skin, flicking the bud until your back was arching into his touch. It wasnât nearly enough, your breath coming out in short pants as you tried to pry him off and focus on your other breast. âThese would look so pretty if they were full of milk.â You choked, eyes wide as he looked up at you through his lashes. âDonât you think?â You couldnât breathe for a moment, stunned into silence by his comment.Â
âCâmon baby, donât act so shocked.â He cooed softly, the tip of his tongue trailing up your sternum. He didnât stop until he reached your lips, kissing them softly before dipping his head again. His hand toyed with the breast he had just teased endlessly, brown eyes observing the rate of your breathing before lowering onto your other breast. He repeated the same motions, nipping and sucking the senstive skin until you were squirming from the wetness between your legs.
âYou haven't answered me, sweetheart.â
âB-because I donât know how to answer that, Sugu.â You knew exactly what he was implying, but you couldnât form a coherent response for him. âYou just have to tell me if you agree, itâs pretty simple.â He chuckled, pushing himself up to look down at you. Your hands fell to your sides, his neck just out of your reach. âJust think about it, pretty girl.â You watched him, completely entranced as he pulled his briefs down and his erection sprang free. âBecause Iâve been thinking about it a lot.âÂ
âYou have?â You sat up a bit, fingers shakily pulling off your own underwear to save time. âI have.â He confirmed, cheeks turning a shade of red that you could see even in the moonlight. His hand slid along his length, spreading the precum drooling from his tip while his boxers rested at his mid-thigh. âTake those off, Sugu.â You smiled a bit, reaching for the waistband and pulling them taut before letting them snap back against his thigh. âSo demanding.â He snorted, letting himself go to push the material off, tossing it to the floor just as you had done with your underwear.Â
âSo are you, demanding an answer for something soâŠsoâŠâ you couldnât find the right words, not when his eyes were on you, devouring you whole. ââŠso what? How does it make you feel?â He redirected, pumping himself leisurely as your thighs fell open for him, still supporting yourself on your elbows as you waited. âHow does what make me feel?â A stupid question but you were still reeling from the initial statement. Suguru laughed, hand still gliding over his length as he sat on his knees.
âHow does it feel knowing I think about getting you pregnant⊠all the fucking time.â You couldnât deny the thought made you feel hot, hotter than you felt from the heat and arousal mixing. Like molten lava was running its way through your bloodstream. âF-feels fuckingâŠâ you squirmed a bit, legs moving to close involuntarily until his hand shot out and stopped them. âGo on, pretty girl. Tell me.â You sat up, glaring at him with warm cheeks. âHow about you fuck me. Then, maybe, Iâll tell you how I feel about your little fantasies.â Suguru groaned, head falling forward for a moment.Â
âSounds like a good deal to me.â He moved forward, pressing you back into the mattress as he pulled your thighs towards him. Your lips found his neck, sucking on it harshly as he ran the dull head of his cock between your slick folds. You let him move you however he pleased, your legs being pushed almost painfully to your chest as he pressed into you. You gasped in unison, his cock stretching you open easily despite no prep. âShitâŠâ his head fell forward again, nearly bumping yours as he bottomed out, no space left between the two of you.Â
Suguru stayed in place, eyes shut as he focused on the way your walls fluttered and squeezed around him, unable to stay still. Your nails dug into his scalp, pulling a groan from his lips as you tried to relax but couldnât. He was big, bigger than any fling or partner you had in the past. No matter how easily your cunt accepted him, it still stung for the first few seconds. You had grown to love the deep ache, the weight of him inside you, the way his tip would brush your cervix depending on the position. Like now, with your legs pressed so tightly to your body.Â
âCan I move?â his voice was soft, eyes peering into your own once he gained his composure. âY-yeah.â You breathed out, the feeling of his hands on your skin still sent shockwaves of arousal through you. Especially when his grip tightened, bracing himself on you as he drew his hips back half way before rolling into you again. You moaned, eyes squeezing shut as Suguru found his rhythm, hips meeting yours with a soft slap. âD-Donât forget Satoru isâŠâ You wailed softly, pleasure building quickly as he moved. âI knowâŠâÂ
But the smirk on his face told you he no longer cared, heâd gladly listen to his white-haired best friend bitch and moan in the morning about being woken up by you. Suguruâs rhythm only sped up, hips angling perfectly to brush along that one particular spot as he thrust into you, cock head brushing your cervix every few thrusts until your vision was blurring. The pleasure ebbing through your body was more than enough to block out how uncomfortable your current position was.Â
A wet squelch started to emit between your legs, loud enough to be heard over the drone of the fan as Suguru pounded into you. âSoâŠâ he started, voice strained as sweat dripped down his temple. â... can you tell me how it makes you feel now?â You blinked, awestruck that he was still hooked on getting an answer from you. âS-suguruâŠâ you whined, head falling further into the pillows. âIâm not letting it goâŠha⊠Tell me how it makes you feel.â he ground out, hips slowing just a bit. When you didnât speak, he pressed more of his weight into you so one hand could break free.Â
You moaned, loud and unrestrained as his fingers ghosted across your swollen clit, the sudden contact making you see stars. âTell me how it makes you feel.â he repeated, watching your face go slack as his fingers and hips worked in tandem. âMakes me hotâŠâ You admitted with a heavy breath, eyes struggling to focus on him. âI want you to do it, Sugu⊠fuck me till Iâm pregnant.â The look on his face had you shrinking further into the mattress, an almost animalistic look taking over his eyes as he stopped moving all together. âSay it again.âÂ
âI want you to fuck me âtil Iâm pregnant, Suguru.â Â
~
You woke up in a sweat, gasping for air as you stumbled out of bed and barreled to the bathroom. You couldnât stop the nausea this time, knees hitting the tile floor with bruising force as you heaved into the toilet. You hadnât even remembered falling asleep, but your dream was enough to send you into a death spiral. Tears burned your eyes as the little bit of breakfast you hadnât digested came back up. Luckily for you, you had slept long enough that your food from this morning wasnât a total loss. Nothing more than bile was left as you finally calmed down.Â
You reached for toilet paper, wiping your tears and blowing your nose until you could at least breath without difficulty. Aching, you got up, flushing the toilet and washing your hands and face. You had no idea what time it was but you assumed it wasnât late enough for dinner if Shoko never came to wake you up. At least thatâs what you thought as you stumbled back into your dorm room slightly sweaty. Thatâs odd⊠The sun had begun to set just beyond your window, your eyes flickering to your alarm clock. 7:23pm stared back at you in big red numbers.Â
I slept for over eight hours? You looked for your phone, seeing the missed text from Shoko.Â
Shoko: I decided against waking you up, I figured you could use the sleep. Just text me when youâre awake and I can bring you dinner
You were partially grateful for her decision, your face still warm as your dream lingered in your mind. Dreaming of the past, how cliche. You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. You had woken up so suddenly, adrenaline blocking out the sleepiness at first. Now, your body seemed to thrum with a dull ache, the headrush coming back around to kick you while you were down. You reached over to turn on the small lap residing on your nightstand, eyes squinting for a moment as you adjusted. Your eyes focused on the brown bag from earlier, the one you discarded on your floor after coming back.Â
You knew there was water in there still, so you got up and grabbed it, looking at the bag contents in disdain. You emptied it on your desk, nausea meds, barf bags and the box of pregnancy tests. You studied then as you gulped down some of the water, easing the burn in your throat. The pregnancy tests Shoko had insisted on were identical to the one you took this morning. Weirdly enough you wished she had grabbed the more expensive digital ones. That way you wouldn't have to strain yourself trying to figure out if a second line was present or not.Â
âFuck it.â you sighed, dropping the now empty water bottle in the small barrel you kept beside your desk. You still had one more test in the box from this morning, youâd take another one just because of the memories lingering on your mind. Your face felt warm as you recalled that particular night from a few months back. Suguru had been pretty adamant after that, fucking you raw and in ernest with every intention of knocking you up. You, stupidly, let him because you love him and loved the idea of having a family with him. âIdiot.âÂ
You scolded yourself again, ripping the foil wrapper and tossing it in your trash with the now empty box. You went through the same process as you did that morning, peeing into a cup and dipping the absorbent end into it for ten seconds before capping it and discarding the rest of the contents. You forced yourself to leave the bathroom this time, convinced it would make time go by faster. The text Shoko had sent was still left unanswered, you couldnât even bring yourself to feel hungry at that moment in time.Â
Youâd text her in a little while though, or else sheâd likely come breaking your door down thinking you had run away. Just then, your phone vibrated with the ringtone you had set for Satoru. You grabbed it, flipping it open to see what he had to say. On the screen there was a message from him, asking if you wanted to hang out on the rooftop to watch the stars later on. You smiled a bit, it was rare for Satoru to ask things so formally. You clicked out a message, telling him yes and that you could use some fresh air.Â
It took him no time at all to send a happy emoticon, one that had you rolling your eyes as you typed back that youâd meet him at his dorm when you were ready. You backed out of the chat, eyes lingering on a particular contact, your message to him was naturally left unanswered. You had given up texting Suguruâs number when the messages no longer got delivered. You figured heâd discard his phone, throw away any direct contact he had with the three of you. You snapped your phone shut a moment later, youâd text Shoko after you got dressed.
Opening your closet was still proving to be a bit difficult, especially as your fingers trailed over the material of the clothing Suguru had kept in your room. They smelt like the laundry detergent he used as well as his cologne, it took your breath away for a moment. You forced yourself away, grabbing some comfortable clothes that were actually yours before shutting the door. You didnât think youâd ever be able to discard his clothing, despite knowing he wasnât coming back to you.Â
You pulled his shirt over your head, grabbing your own and replacing it. You pulled on a pair of shorts after, rubbing your face with your hands as you looked at your appearance in the mirror. No amount of sleep seemed to help the dark circles under your eyes or the sickly look to your complexion. You could only hope Satoru was right, with time it would become more manageable. You glanced at your alarm clock, 7:48pm stared back at you now. The sky outside your window had turned indigo, the sun minutes away from being completely out of sight. The summer was coming to an end, filling your chest with melancholy.
You couldnât stand being alone in that moment, grabbing your phone and shoving it in your pocket as you made a beeline for your door. You made your way down the hall, remembering as you passed Shokoâs dorm that you needed to text her. Stopping in your tracks, you figured it would just be easier to see her in person. âShoko?â you called, fingers tapping the door softly because she hated when people knocked too loud. âComing.â You heard her rustling around her room before the door opened, a half smoked cigarette hanging from her lips.Â
âThought Yaga told you no smoking inside.â Â
âWhat he doesnât know wonât kill him, and my window is open.âÂ
You smiled, âIâm hanging out with Satoru on the roof if you wanna join us.â Shoko exhaled, puffing just a bit of smoke in your direction. âIâd love to but I spent the whole afternoon with him âcause you were sleeping.â You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck âmy bad.â but Shoko was waving you off. âDonât apologize, you need sleep⊠Iâll trust Satoru to feed you if youâre hungry.â She smiled as you rolled your eyes âAlright alright, enjoy the rest of your bad habit and Iâll take Satoru duty.â The look in Shokoâs eyes made your smile falter for just a moment.Â
They looked oddly wistful, but it vanished just as quickly as your smile faltered. âAye aye captain.â Shoko started to shut the door as you turned to leave, watching you go for just a moment before shutting it completely. âSatoru.â You drawled, banging on his door so you could be heard over the music he was playing. âOi, keep it down!â the door swung open a moment later, a cheeky grin on his face as he looked at you. âReady to go?â He looked cozy in an oversized black hoodie and sweats, sunglasses resting on top of his head.Â
âSure am.â you returned his smile, the ache in your chest easing just a bit. It was more bearable when you had someone who understood the pain you felt deeper than surface level. You watched him turn, shutting off his music and the lights before stepping into the hallway. âAre we going to take the normal way or are you going to test out your blue?â Satoruâs eyes seemed to sparkle as you suggested he use his curse technique. âIf you insist on blueâŠâ You couldnât even make a sound as his arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you off of your feet.Â
In the blink of an eye, you were exposed to the cooling night air. âDamn.â You laughed as he set you down, shuffling over to the small lock box you kept up here with spare blankets and, as Shoko claimed, ânecessitiesâ...Which were just two cartons of emergency cigarettes. âDidnât disorient you, right?â Satoru was standing on the edge, observing the glow of the city in the distance. âNot even a little, youâve improved a lot, Satoru.â your back was turned to him, so you missed the way his eyes widened slightly, cheeks turning pink.Â
âThanksâÂ
You turned back to him, blankets in hand. âSoâŠâ You walked over to where he was standing, taking a seat just before the edge and letting your legs dangle off. â...So?â Satoru looked down at you, watching you settle. âWhy did you want to come up here⊠Iâd love to gaze at the stars but itâs not like weâll actually see any with all the light pollution.â Satoru sighed, dropping down to squat beside you. âI guess I just wanted your company⊠ya know since youâre probably the only other person that understands this.â his tone was awkward, it wasnât often that you were sentimental⊠or serious for that matter⊠with each other.Â
âYour welcome to have my company any time, Satoru. I donât know what Iâd do if I didnât have you.â It was so heartfelt it made you feel strange. âSorry.â You added, a bit meeker than before when he stiffened a bit. âDonât be sorry, just not used to being so⊠serious with you.â He sat fully now, shoulder brushing yours as a silent invitation for you to rest your head. You did, just as you always had, watching the lights of the city a few miles away. âItâs strange, isnât it?â You spoke in a gentle tone, hoping he knew what you meant.Â
âIt is. Knowing heâs there, that heâs okay⊠while weâre sitting here sulking like idiots.â There was a small bite to his tone as he finished, one that quickly left when he exhaled. âIt pisses me off.â It made you upset too, anger bubbling in the back of your mind like a pot of boiling water that was going to overflow at any second. âIt pisses me off too, because I truly canât understand it. Iâve killed myself over the last three weeks trying to understand, to make sense of it. I canât and I donât think I ever will. But itâs not my place to reason with it, you know?âÂ
Satoru was silent, waiting for you to continue. âItâs not my life, itâs his. I tried for months to get it out of him, I tried so goddamn hard to get him to open up and he never did. Always redirecting, always avoiding.â You sounded defeated by the end, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision so you could regain composure. âWhy didnât you come to me?â Satoru questioned softly, letting your words sink in like an anchor.Â
âHe gave you so many signs, Satoru. If you couldnât see them, it wasnât my place to assist.âÂ
Satoru felt like that should have made him angry, but it didnât. Mostly because you were right, it had been obvious from the start but he had naively pushed them to the side, pretending it wasnât true. He was just as much at fault, if anything he was willing to shoulder all of the blame. Because at least you tried. He couldnât say the same, and he knew that far too well. âSuguru made up his mind the moment he entered that village. There is no stopping a man who is set in their resolve. You said it yourself, Satoru. He looked healthier, happier, content.âÂ
Satoru took in a shaky breath, leaning into you just as you leaned into him. âI just donât get why he needed to kill his parents.â Your eyes closed, that was the thought weighing heaviest on your mind. âHe needed to prove to himself that he was doing the right thing. That nobody, not even his parents, were an exception to his newfound ideology.â It killed you to say it, especially since you had met his parents last winter break. They were kind, at least his mother was. His father was a bit colder but there was still an undeniable love for his son. They had welcomed you so openly, they were proud of the son they had raised.Â
Now they were gone, nobody but Suguru was to blame.Â
âIn a fucked up way, I donât care that he killed those people.â The words felt bitter on your tongue, but his letter flashed through your mind and for a moment you understood him. Those two little girls, beaten and caged, scared and facing death for things they never did. Hell, had you gone on the mission with him, you may have encouraged his choices. That realization felt weird as it settled in your gut. âI⊠I donât really care either.â Satoru admitted softly, thinking back over the last year, thinking about Amanai. He had been seconds away from doing the same thing.Â
But Suguru had been his voice of reason, stopping him with a simple command. It should have been obvious then, that Suguruâs life was completely altered from that moment forward. âIt was so obvious.â He hissed softly, head falling forward just a bit as anger squeezed his heart. âThere is nothing we can do now, Satoru. Nothing we can do will reverse the damage that has been done.â You wished you could believe your own words, part of you wanted to catch a train into the city and barrel into that religious group he took over.Â
You werenât even sure what youâd do if you did. Hit him, yell at him? Crumple into his arms like the sucker you were. Maybe a mix of all three, no, it would definitely be a mix of all three. You couldnât help but wonder how he would react if he saw you again. He made it clear in his letter that he loved you, he still loved you, he would always love you. If you made the choice to leave, would he welcome you in with open arms. Or was he resenting you already for not doing so sooner. Was he waiting for you? Or was it nothing more than sweet-talk.Â
âYouâre not breathing.â Satoru muttered softly, tilting his head just a bit to look down at you. âOhâŠâ You inhaled deeply, laughing a bit as you exhaled âgot lost in thought.â You felt Satoru relax again, head resting against yours. âI get it.â You fell into a comfortable silence, watching as the sky steadily turned from a deep blue to pitch black. There, if you squint hard enough, you could make out a couple of sparkling stars.Â
You knew if you asked, Satoru could probably whisk you somewhere far away. Somewhere clear so you could actually see the stars with no obstructions.Â
Yet you were too comfortable, too warm.Â
Sitting where you were now was more than enough for the time being. That feeling of content actually took the air from your lungs for a moment, blinking steadily as you took in your surroundings. There was a fleeting moment where your heart felt light, that aching heaviness that had been plaguing it for the last three weeks wasnât present. You wondered quietly if Satoru felt it too. Given the way his body seemed completely relaxed into yours, you assumed he did.Â
~
You were stumbling down the hall like a drunkard. Your mind felt numb as you moved, head tilted down and expression blank. If anyone were to cross your path at that given moment, they probably would have been unsettled by the sight of you. A zombie moving on autopilot, your brain moving so quickly that it had reduced everything to a quiet, droning buzz.Â
Murder. 112 people. His parents too. Heâs gone. He snapped. Heâs a murderer. Suguru is gone.Â
Nothing made sense, not a single bit of the information you had received made any sense. The fact that Suguru wasnât answering your frequent texts wasn't making sense. The fact that you had woken up to an empty bed wasnât making sense. The fact that people were telling you Suguru, your Suguru, had taken over a hundred lives in the span of one night wasnât making any fucking sense.Â
Your knees nearly gave out the moment your hand met the wood of your door, pushing it open so quickly it slammed into the wall with a loud thud before coming back at you. Not that you cared, at that moment you could be set on fire and you wouldnât blink an eye.Â
You stood in the middle of your dorm room, eyes scanning the room as if it were something foreign. Nothing was making sense, not even your bed looked like your own. It was the pressure cracking down on you already, sinking its claws into your shoulders and forcing you to your knees as the weight of your new reality hit you like a freight train. You couldnât even bring yourself to cry in that moment, too shell shocked over the report Yaga had read to you and Satoru.Â
Satoru.Â
You had stumbled away shortly after the report was finished, barely registering the way he had started to yell. You hadnât looked back, but it wasnât like either of them tried to stop you. Despite having just stumbled away from him, you found yourself moving to leave and find him again. At least you would have if your knees didnât give out on you. You gasped, more out of surprise than pain as your legs made contact with the wooden floor. You sat there for a moment, arms feeling equally as weak as you pushed yourself into a sitting position.Â
You felt your chest tighten, every breath felt strangled as you tried to inhale. A cold sweat seemed to cover your skin, fingers shaking slightly as you pushed your hair from your face. You couldnât move, completely paralyzed by shock. It felt like your heart was shattering, every shaky inhale deepening the wound. Still, your tears would not come. Not even as black spots began to obstruct your vision, chest heaving as you began to hyperventilate.Â
Despite your body vibrating in distress, you felt a nearly silent calm. Like someone had flicked off the switch and stole your ability to hear.
Nothing and everything all at once.Â
~
âHey? Y/N wake upâŠâ You jumped a bit, hand coming up to touch the wetness on your cheeks. âYou were crying in your sleep.â Satoru muttered softly, hand smoothing over your hair as he cradled you. âI-I was?â You didnât even realize the change in position or the change in scenery. You were no longer sitting by the roofâs edge, instead you were sitting in Satoruâs lap, his arms holding you tightly as he looked at you with worry.Â
âYou were.â he confirmed, letting you go just as you woke up fully. âSorry for worrying you, I was just thinking about him⊠itâs so strange. Iâve been having such intense dreams of the past⊠I've had dreamless sleep for the last three weeks⊠so why now?â Satoru sighed, watching you get up to stand and stretch your limbs. âI donât know. Iâve been having odd dreams about him but I donât really remember how most of them go by the time I wake up.â
âItâs the universeâs way of torturing us⊠as if we havenât been tortured enough. Wait, how long have I been asleep?â The temperature had dropped significantly, the moon was shining high in the sky now. âAbout an hour or so, I was actually going to bring you back inside but you started to cry and⊠well here we are now.â Satoru got up, stretching dramatically as you sighed. âYouâd think after sleeping for eight hours I wouldn't be tired.âÂ
You walked to the edge of the roof again, feet pressing firmly to the ledge as you looked down. âBeing depressed will suck the soul out of you.â For some reason you couldnât help but laugh. âYou seem pretty wide awake, Satoru.â He joined you on the ledge, pushing you a bit to the side. Your training gave you quick reflexes so you didnât flinch when he did it. âOh please, you know Iâm right.â You glanced at him, laughing softly.Â
âYou are, but so am I. We can be depressed morons together.â His voice was dripping with sarcasm, earning another laugh as you punched his shoulder. âTouche, GojoâÂ
âYuck, never call me that again.â His face had morphed into a scowl as you used his last name. He never liked hearing you call him anything other than Satoru. âFine.â you crossed your arms over your chest, inhaling the cool air. âI think Iâm gonna go shower and maybe make something small for dinner⊠Just so Shoko doesnât string the two of us up on a lamppost.â Satoru nodded, watching you step off the ledge and move about the roof to put the blankets away.Â
âIâll accompany you.â he jumped down, trailing behind you as you moved to open the door that would bring you downstairs. âIn the shower? Iâm flattered butââ the way his eyes rolled were enough to stop you mid-sentence. âJoking, Satoru.â he sighed out an âI knowâ closing the distance to haul you up. âUsing the stairs is boring.â Within the blink of an eye, you were back inside and standing in front of your dorm room.Â
âText me when youâre done showering and we can go get food.âÂ
You nodded, one of the perks of attending school in Tokyo was the fact that the city never slept. You could go find a place to eat at three in the morning and theyâd still serve you hot food. Your body sagged against the door of your dorm after shutting it. Flicking on the lights lit the room in a warm, golden glow. For the last three years you considered your room a sanctuary, it was your happy place after a long day of training. Now, it feels oddly cold.Â
You walked over to your dresser, pulling the top drawer open to grab a fresh pair of underwear and pajamas for after. You tossed them on your bed, reaching down for your bottom drawer to grab a particular towel you liked. It didnât take you long to put your hair up, not in the mood to wash it just yet, and head to the bathroom. You squinted a bit as the nearly white fluorescent lights filled the room, if you had your way youâd change them to something softer.Â
It took all of five seconds for your world to come crashing down around you again, eyes zeroing in on the pregnancy test sitting on your counter. I fucking forgot about itâŠ
You set your towel down on the counter, holding your breath as you took the step and reached for the test. You gave yourself no time to prepare, eyes scanning the results once before it hit you like a ton of bricks. You dropped it, letting it clatter on the porcelain counter as a jagged sob ruptured from your chest. Your hand came up to cover your mouth, the other resting on your chest, your heart thumping so wildly you were certain it would burst.Â
There, on the test, were two lines. It was positive.Â
You nearly fell forward, dropping down to the trash can beside your sink and rummaging through it without hesitation. Your fingers wrapped around the plastic test from this morning, yanking it up and looking at the results again. There, on the initial test from that morning, were two lines. You didnât drop it this time, eyes staring at the results as if theyâd change. Positive, this whole time it had been positive. You just hadnât let the first test develop long enough.Â
âWhen⊠HowâŠâ You uttered softly, the logical part of your brain screaming at you to be realistic for a second rather than acting so surprised. The irrational side of your brain was still reeling from the revelation. As if Suguru hadnât been adamant in trying to knock you up for months. âYou fucking bastard⊠you get your way and leave me with the aftermath.â You were struggling, there was no way youâd be able to pinpoint when it happened until you found out how far along you were. For some reason, that was what made reality really set in.Â
Hot tears streaked your face, sobbing so harshly that it felt like your lungs would collapse on you. You moved in a blur, legs carrying you out of your dorm and down the hall until you were pushing open Satoruâs door. âWoah there, sounds like someoneâs hunâŠâ He looked up, the teasing tone in his voice dropping immediately when he saw the tears streaming down your face. âWhat the fuck happened? Are you hurt?â Satoru crossed the room in two long strides, hands cupping your face as your lips wobbled.Â
You couldnât get the words out, crying harder as he ran his hands over you searching for some type of wound. âCâmon, what happened?â His tone had more of a bite to it than he intended but you were causing panic to seep through his veins. You couldnât breathe, legs nearly buckling under the weight of your reality. Satoru seemed to catch this, hands shooting out to support you as he brought both of you to the floor. âY/N, please.â he urged you, throat feeling tight.Â
You shook your head, still sobbing as you raised your hand meekly, the positive pregnancy test out in the open for him to see. Blue eyes widened significantly when he saw it, he didnât even need to see the two lines to understand why you were so hysterical. âOhâŠoh.â he swallowed, hand shakily taking the test from your hand to look at it. âOh fuck.â it was just barely above a whisper, arm holding you just a little tighter as you cried into his chest.Â
At least part of you was aware of the possibility, Satoru on the other hand felt completely blindsided. âYou two didnât use protection?â He uttered softly, rocking you slightly without thinking as your cries continued, you couldnât think at that moment, unable to calm yourself down. You managed to shake your head in response, unable to feel embarrassed as you admitted to not using condoms when with Suguru. âFuck⊠did you ever use protection with him?âÂ
He knew the answer, of course he fucking knew the answer. Suguru was utterly obsessed with you, so in love it was nearly nauseating. You shook your head again, confirming that youâd never once used protection with him. âHey⊠câmonâŠâ he started softly when your body shook with the force of your cries but you were no longer making any sounds. He wanted to say it would be alright but he wasnât sure if it would be.Â
That answer relied on you.Â
He couldnât expect you to be alright, you had your heart broken three weeks prior by the man who often talked about proposing to you as soon as you all graduated. If those were the kind of conversations Suguru was having with him, he couldnât imagine the conversations Suguru had been having with you. Well, that was a bit of a lie. Considering your reaction to the test results, it seemed this was a long sought after goal. Your cries were from heartbreak, not fear.Â
~
âIâve been looking at rings.â Satoru glanced up, noodles dangling half way from his lips. âHah?â He watched Suguru grimace a bit, some broth splattering as Satoru questioned him. âIâve been looking at rings for Y/N.â Suguru stated again, a little more cautiously now, watching Satoru slurp the rest of the noodles into his mouth. âSuguru, we havenât even entered our third year.âÂ
âI know, butâŠâ he shrugged, unable to formulate the right way to say it. â...But? Youâre not even eighteen yet, neither is she.â It wasnât that Satoru didnât think it was okay, he just figured you were both way too young to even fathom those things. âI donât intend on proposing to her until weâve graduated. Listen I know it seems fast butâŠâ Suguru's hands fidgeted with his utensils for a moment, eyes avoiding Satoru until he was ready.
âI love her, Satoru. I didnât even think it was possible to love someone as much as I love her.âÂ
Satoru blinked, a bit taken back by such a bold declaration over a bowl of cheap ramen. âIâm not doubting that you love her, Suguru. I just think itâs a bit crazy to think about these things so young.â Suguru sighed, watching Satoru with weary eyes as he moved to eat more noodles.Â
âWeâre sourcers, Satoru. A long life isnât guaranteed.âÂ
~
âBreathe, please. Youâre going to pass out.â Satoruâs hand was slapping your back as you coughed, the tears had finally begun to slow but you still werenât able to form a coherent sentence. âPleaseâŠâ he tried again, watching you try your best to take a deep breath. It was followed by another, this time it wasnât superficial. After a couple more, you were able to rub the tears from your eyes and look at him without blurry vision.Â
âS-satoru Iâm so so-sorry.â you hiccuped, your throat feeling raw from your crying. âYou have nothing to apologize for, stop feeling like you have to apologize for everything you do.â he let you go a bit, motioning for you to get up with him and sit on his bed rather than the floor. He watched you crawl under his covers, curling up against his pillows, sniffling softly. Despite the weight of the conversation you were about to have, Satoru couldnât help but chuckle.Â
He crawled onto his bed as well, sitting beside you but above the covers. âSo⊠I guess the best place to start is⊠how did this happen. By that I mean, was it intentional?â You sighed, toying with the end of his pillow case as you spoke. âSuguru had been trying to get me pregnant for months now.â You felt warmth flood your cheeks, it felt awkward admitting something like that. âI knew the bastard had a breeding kink.â Satoru said it more to himself than you, but that didnât stop the shrill yell of his name as you slapped his arm.Â
âIâm being honest! He just seemed like the type.â Satoru shrugged, holding back laughter as you rolled your eyes and settled back into sulking. âI shouldnât be so blindsided by this, but itâs fucking ironic that he got what he wanted after he fucking left me⊠us.â you corrected softly, feeling selfish for being so focused on yourself when Satoru was hurting too. âThe universe knows how to play cruel jokes, Iâve thought that my whole life. But, thatâs beside the point. We canât sit here and sulk over it, we need to talk about what to do next.âÂ
You looked up at Satoru, eyes red from crying. It hurt his heart, you looked like a kicked puppy. In that moment he realized how heavily he relied on Suguru, because even now he found himself itching to grab his phone and call him for advice. What was worse, you were now looking to him for help, when really he was just as scared as you. âThe next logical step is I need to find a doctor who can run a blood test and confirm the store bought tests are accurate. After that, they need to tell me how far along I am so I can pinpoint when this happened.â
Satoru nodded, youâd both have to fill in Shoko in the morning, sheâd be able to help with all the medical bits. âI⊠I know this seems a bit invasive so please donât take offense⊠but are you going to keep it?â Satoru fidgeted a bit, eyes watching as you seemed to zone out and think. Your initial answer was yes, of course, but were you really capable of raising a baby on your own? Then again, you didnât think you could stomach giving them away for adoption, and you certainly didnât want to get rid of them. Not after you chased this goal for months, regardless of the way things were right now. âYeah, as terrifying as it is, I want this baby, Satoru.âÂ
âOkay, so we got two of the biggest things out of the way. Now, the hardestâŠâ you huffed as he trailed off, you werenât entirely sure you were ready to answer the next question. âWhat do we do about Suguru, thatâs what youâre going to say, right?â It was Satoruâs turn to huff now, nodding as he looked away from you to stare at his hands.
âHe⊠he needs to know.âÂ
âNo the fuck he doesnât.âÂ
You both stared at each other, completely scandalized by the otherâs response. âSatoru⊠He needs to know⊠heâŠheâs the fucking dad? How am I supposed to jusââ Satoru shook his head, hands coming up to rub his face before letting them fall back to his lap. âSuguru is a fucking criminal now, he murdered people. Hundreds of people I should fucking remind you and you just want to waltz back into his fucking life and tell him that shit?â You sat up now, eyes burning holes into his skull as you waited for him to at least look at you. âDo you hear yourself?âÂ
You were seething, that same anger you held for Suguru leaving was now bubbling at Satoru for uttering his name like it was pure filth. Satoru stiffened, eyes turning to glare at you. But, every ounce of anger seemed to drain from his body when he saw nothing but hurt glowing in your tired and puffy eyes. âI fucking get it, Satoru. I know what Suguru did but fuck, how am I supposed to just get over him? How am I supposed to carry his child for nine months and push it out of my body just to raise it on my fucking own and never tell him? Heâs the one that wanted this in the first place!â Tears glossed your eyes over, hands shaking as they fisted in his sheets.
His mouth opened before closing again, eyes looking away from you because he knew he'd never be able to try and talk sense into you when you looked at him like that. âAnd what if the child is unable to see curses?â he sounded defeated. âWhat then, Y/N? What if you give birth to this baby and they lack the ability to see them? That baby would be the very thing Suguru hates.â You froze, it felt like someone had poured ice water down the back of your neck. âIf he didnât spare his own parents, he wonât spare his own child.â Satoru swallowed, looking like he wanted to say so much more but didnât. He let the words hang there, heavy and dark.Â
The silence stretched on between the two of you, mostly because you knew he was right. Just because both parents had the ability to see into the curse world and use curse energy, it didnât guarantee that their offspring would also carry the same blessing. You blinked, hand subconsciously moving to rest over your stomach, as if it would do anything to protect them. âSuguru he⊠he wouldnâtâŠâ Your words were weak and at that moment Satoru couldnât bring himself to really fight with you. âBut he would, y/n thatâs the fucking issue, he would.â his voice was breaking, unsure if he should say what he wanted to say next.Â
âThen what am I going to do?â You were going to dissolve, tears burning your eyes again as the harsh reality began to sink in. âLet me help you, let me help you raise the baby. I can easily provide for the two of you.â He turned to look at you now, eyes burning with such intensity it stole the air from your lungs. âWhat?â you hadnât meant for it to sound offended, you were shocked to say the least, but still the hurt that flashed through his features made you feel the urge to reach out and hug him. âSatoru I didnât mean for it to come out so harshâŠâ You moved forward, arms wrapping tightly around his neck and hugging him.Â
It took a second but his arms came up to wrap around your middle, holding you tightly. âItâs okay, it was a bold statement to make so suddenly.â he soothed you when really you felt that you should be the one soothing him. âNo itâs fine, really it just caught me by surprise andâŠâ you hugged him a little tighter, burying your face in his neck. For a moment you nearly stiffened, that was something you usually did to seek comfort from Suguru. In that moment, you couldnât bring yourself to pull away, finding comfort in Satoruâs reassuring embrace. âYou donât have to answer me tonight.â He hushed you, hand coming up to smooth your hair as he kept you close. âI doubt you have an appetite now, how about we just sleep?âÂ
âI still need to shower.â You pulled away, laughing softly when you remembered what you had been in the process of doing before your world flipped. âOkay, then go and shower but please come back to me when youâre done.â His tone was quiet, something in it held no room for you to disagree. So, you let go of him reluctantly, nodding as you crawled over him to stand. âAgain, you donât have to answer me tonight, or tomorrow, or even next week. But please, think about what I said.â He stayed on his bed, watching you shakily grab the pregnancy test before heading for his door. âI will, Satoru. Keep my spot warm.â you smiled at him over your shoulder, heart still heavy as you disappeared through the open door.Â
The hot water on your skin wasnât enough to wash away the dread growing in your chest. You found your hands absentmindedly running along your abdomen, still finding it hard to believe something was there, something that would grow into a living breathing human in a few months time. A mix of you and Suguru, how strange. This wasnât how you imagined it would happen, nor were these the feelings you expected to experience when the time came. If anything, it made you more upset. You should be happy, you should be fucking estatic. You should be basking in the euphoric state of knowing youâd be having a child with the man you adored.Â
Instead, you had sobbed in the arms of his best friend, completely hysterical. And the man you loved had no idea you were even pregnant, that the very thing he wanted had been achieved and he wouldnât even get to know. At least not yet. You had taken Satoruâs words into consideration, of course you did. But in the back of your mind, you knew there was no way youâd be able to go on with your life without ever telling Suguru. He would know, he would know of his child, you were already set on that. You twisted the knob, the water turning off a second later as you got out and dried yourself off a bit before wrapping the towel around you.Â
Your body was aching from the events of the last few hours. Returning to Satoruâs room and sleeping in his warm bed sounded like heaven to you. Sleeping next to someone again felt like heaven to you. You had to wonder what Suguru would think if he knew you were sharing his best friendâs bed â albeit nothing sexual was occuring between the two of you. And even then, Suguru had broken up with you in that letter, you were technically no longer his. The thought made you feel sick as you reached for the clothing you had laid on your bed. You pulled the shorts on first, reaching for the oversized shirt second, trying to ignore the nausea building in your gut.Â
You moved around your room without thinking, flicking the lights off before heading out the door and back down the hall. Satoru had changed into his own pajamas, hair damp from the shower he must have taken while you went to take yours. He only had his bedside lamp on, the pace beside him vacant and waiting for you. âAre you sure you donât want food?â he questioned softly as you shut the door behind you. âIâll eat a good breakfast if my morning sickness allows.â Those words felt foreign, referring to your nausea as morning sickness felt so bizarre. âAlright but if you wake up in the middle of the night starving donât hesitate to wake me up.â
You laughed softly, huffing out an âokayâ as you crawled over him and under the covers once more. Satoru pulled the blankets up over both of you before reaching over and flicking off the light. âGoodnight.â he spoke softly, settling into his bed as you rolled onto your side to get comfortable. âNight, Satoru.â You whispered back, eyes already feeling heavy, the comfort his bed offered was no match for the gnawing reality you were facing. For now, you were thankful for it.Â
~
âThink fast!â You laughed, hurtling one of the poles directly in Satoruâs direction. He turned, using infinity to block it just before it hit his face. âNice! Your reflexes are getting faster.â You picked up another weapon, Suguru was watching you intently, an easy smile on his face. âSugu!â You called, aiming to throw another pole. âThink fast.â you repeated, arm going back before using every ounce of strength to beeline it straight at him. Suguru smiled, summoning a curse easily to deflect it. âNot bad.â you winked, watching him roll his eyes as the curse disappeared.
âYâall are gross.â Satoru drawled, pushing his glasses up his nose. âWe didnât even say anything?â Suguru countered, stepping out of the shade and into the sun. âYou donât need to say anything, the tension is almost unbearable.â Shoko chimed, twirling her lighter around her fingers as she watched the three of you. This time you couldnât help but laugh, letting Suguru close the distance and wrap an arm around your waist. âSee, gross!â Satoru sighed dramatically as you kissed Suguruâs cheek. âItâs called being in love, something you wouldnât get, Satoru.â You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing as he rolled his eyes.Â
âWell if youâre gonna be all gross and lovey with one another, go do it in private.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
You and Suguru spoke in unison, a shrill laugh leaving you as he bent down and hauled you up and over his shoulder. Naturally Shoko faked a gagging noise, watching as he carried you away with a smile. âTheyâre so gross.â Satoru commented again, eyes following the two of you until you were completely out of sight. Though, he couldn't deny the small smile tugging at his lips.Â
âSuguru.â you slapped his back lightly, he was still carrying you over his shoulder even after entering the dorm buildings. âHmm?â he paid you no mind as he climbed the stairs, his end destination would be your dorm room⊠more specifically your bed. âYou can put me down now.â You knew he wouldnât, so you opted for running your hands along his back, feeling his steps falter for a moment before composing himself. âIâll put you down when Iâm good and ready.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at his ass. âAlright, that's it. Youâre getting punished.â His words were very matter-of-fact, so much so that you couldnât help but burst out laughing. âOkay dad.â Suguru didnât miss a beat, stalking down the hallway towards your dorm room. âYeah, Iâm trying to become one so it would help me out if you cooperated.â You made a strangled noise, it had been three weeks since Suguru admitted to wanting to get you pregnant. Needless to say, he wasnât giving up any time soon.Â
âYou just want a reason to fuck me.â You tried to counter, jumping a bit as he pushed into your dorm room and kicked the door closed behind him. âI donât need a reason to fuck you, baby.â You couldn't describe the noise you made, whiplash taking over as he tossed you onto your bed. âI guess thatâs trueâŠâ You pushed up on your elbows, watching him pull his white shirt up and over his head, knocking his hair out of his bun in the process. âYouâll be good for me right?â He was dropping to his knees before you, a gentle plea of his name leaving your lips.
âAtta girl.â he murmured, warm fingers hooking in the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down. You watched him with parted lips, watching the way his eyes observed you. âAlready wet? How fucking filthy.â his hands splayed along your thighs, pushing them wide open so he could really look at you. âJust because I picked you up? Or maybe it was from wrapping my arms around your waist?â He teased, pulling one hand from your thigh to spread your cunt open instead. âTell me, pretty girl⊠what has you so worked up already?âÂ
âAll of it.â Youâre breathless as you look at him, no shame in your eyes as you admit how badly you want him. Suguru smiled, fingers keeping you spread as he watched the arousal pool at your entrance. âAll of it, hmm? I make you that horny?â His tone was light but the look in his eyes was anything but. You could feel him devouring you whole. âYeah, you fucking do.â You tried to keep your hips still, praying heâd do something other than watch you grow wetter by the second. âTell me something, would you?â he pulled his eyes away to meet yours.Â
âAnything.â You comment softly, waiting to hear what he had to say. Suguru smiled, fighting the urge to reach up and tuck some of your hair behind your ear. âTell me what you want me to do to you.â His voice was barely a whisper, pupils blown wide as he looked at you. You audibly groan, face feeling warm as your head falls back. âEat me out, Suguru.â You drawl, no longer embarrassed by the things he makes you say. âAs you wish.â He couldnât even tease you for such an honest answer. Suguruâs head dipped lower, tongue licking up your inner thighs, teeth grazing the skin eagerly.Â
âSuguâŠâ You whined out, his lips growing closer to your aching cunt. â... can I suck you off after?âÂ
Suguruâs whole body jolted as you uttered those words, mouth moving to lick and suck along your folds as his honest answer. You took that as a yes. You couldnât help but squirm as his hands began kneading the flesh of your thighs, all the while his tongue was lapping at your cunt. Each movement sent electricity up your spine, one hand shakily reaching out to hold his head as his lips wrapped around your pulsating clit. âOh fuck⊠SuguruâŠâ you were embarrassed by how quickly he had learned to make you cum, the pressure already building in your gut.Â
He didnât slow, rather he slipped two fingers into your slick entrance and scissored them in time with his sucking. He loved to put on a show for you, going as far as to slurp your juices just so he could hear you cry out. You couldnât think straight when his tongue was wiggling against your clit, stopping every few seconds to suck until your back arched. Suguru continued this until he felt your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling harsh as your moans turned into breathy gasps. He pulled away with a slick pop, smiling deviously as your head shot up to glare at him. âSuguru!â You wailed, letting go of his hair angrily.Â
âNot yet, I donât want you coming yet.â Â
âNo fucking fair!â you whined, head falling back against the mattress in defeat. âSo selfish.â Suguru laughed as he pushed himself off the floor, now making a show of pulling the rest of his clothing off. âThere goes your chances at getting head.â you chided, watching as that shit eating grin remained on his lips. âYou think this is funny!â you whined again, the echoes of your denied orgasm making you close your thighs to try and alleviate the pressure. Suguru watched you, cock throbbing as he kicked his pants off the rest of the way and tossed them to the side.Â
âI do think itâs funny, mostly because you look so cute when youâre so worked up.â his hands wrapped around himself, pumping languidly as you spread your thighs again, eager for more. Suguru smirked, always defiant until his cock was out. âNah baby, I donât think you deserve this right now.â he continued to stroke himself, head falling back just a bit as his own aching arousal was finally being relieved. âSuguâŠâ you choked out in a hushed whisper, mouth watering as he let out a breathy sigh, fingers toying with the sensitive tip. You were regretting your earlier statement.Â
âSuguâŠâ you spoke softly, watching him lift one leg to plant his foot on the mattress, hand still gliding along his shaft as his jaw slackened. He ignored you, continuing to get himself off. He was waiting for you to do something, that realization had you pushing yourself up, pulling your shirt up and over your head and tossing it to the ground. You pulled your legs off the side of the bed, maneuvering yourself until you sat on your knees before him. âLet me suck you off.â breathless, hands folded neatly on your lap as you waited for his response.Â
Suguru smiled at you, watching the mattress move as your hips squirmed. âI thought you said the chances of me getting head were gone.â he teased, hand massaging just before the head of his cock, making his own voice falter as he spoke to you. âI never said that.â which was kind of true, you didnât say those exact words. Suguru cocked an eyebrow, unable to maintain his stern demeanor as your tongue moved to wet your lips, eyes completely focused on his fist. âPlease, your hand is so boring Suguru, especially when you could have my mouth.â you tried again, eyes sliding up his torso, admiring the dips and plains of his muscles.Â
âWhen you put it like that, itâs hard to say no.â he murmured softly, letting his cock go. You scooted closer, until your knees were nearly off the edge of the mattress. âThank you.â You whispered softly, watching his face flush a shade of pink, eyes quickly looking away from you to try and regain some sort of composure. The first touch was always enough to make him weak in the knees, your tongue gliding gently over his weeping tip before lowering to the underside of his shaft. He met your eyes, face still flushed as you looked at him with such adoration. All the while your mouth was doing sinful things to him, your duality was enough to induce whiplash.Â
His fingers came up to rake through your hair, guiding you as your jaw slackened, head moving to engulf him in the wet heat your mouth had to offer. âOh fuckâŠâ Suguru choked when you didnât stop moving, throat constricting as your nose brushed the unruly mess of black hair at his base. You held yourself there, drool dripping down your chin as your cheeks hollowed. Slowly you dragged yourself back, watching the shiny coat of saliva covering his shaft in your wake. You repeated those motions, finding a comfortable place to bob your head at, his length heavy on your tongue. âSo good for me⊠fuck youâre so good for me⊠I donât know what I did to deserve youâŠâÂ
You merely hummed, ignoring the slow but steady ache building in your jaw as your hand moved along his shaft. You could tell he was starting to really feel it, his cock twitching every few motions, head tilted back as his eyes fluttered shut. You had to admit you were impressed he managed to stay on his feet. Most times, when Suguru dared to eat you out while you were standing, you were nearly a dead weight in his grasp by the end. The only thing keeping you up was the wall he stuffed you against and his shoulders because he tossed your legs over them. You stopped when you felt him twitching violently, jaw clenched tight as his head shot forward to look down at you.
âGonna make me cum, pretty girl.â He choked out, hands cupping your cheeks to guide you as you moved your head again. Your hands shot out, holding his thighs tightly as you let him use your head how he pleased, guiding you to a pace that made your eyes water before he stilled all together. You forced yourself to relax as Suguru spilled down your throat, letting you greedily swallow all of it before pulling off of him with a lewd pop. âFuckâŠâ he nearly fell into the bed, dick still hard as he crawled onto the matress with you. âHow about we do thisâŠâ he sounded breathless, laying on his side and guiding you to do the same. You knew what he wanted, swollen lips parting as you sighed, settling with your back just barely touching his front.Â
You let Suguru grab one leg, lifting it up slowly to create enough space for himself. âLazy boyâŠâ You teased over your shoulder, letting his arm hook under your neck, large hand resting on your chest. âMaybe I am, but you fucking love it.â You couldnât complain, not when he was angling his hips and pressing the weeping tip of his cock at your entrance. He pressed into you, adjusting both of your bodies until he found a comfortable position to properly rut his hips into you. All you could do is let him, whining loudly as he split you open, stuffing you full. âHowâs that, hmm? Does it feel good?â Suguru whispered against your ear, panting as your walls constricted around him and tried to push him out at the very same time. âF-feels so goodâŠso goodâŠâ You whined loudly.Â
Suguru didnât give you a verbal response after that, instead focusing all of his attention on finding a good rhythm to fuck you too. You couldnât stop the noises that spilled past your lips, each drag of his cock in and out of your heat was enough to make your vision blurry. It took everything in you to at least keep your head up, tilted downwards to watch where he disappeared and reappeared between your legs. âSuguruâŠâ a breathless plea, one that turned into a steady mantra as all you could think about was him and what he was doing to you. Had you not been so overwhelmed you would have heard his quiet grunts of praise each time your bodies connected.Â
Suguru watched a shaky hand slide down your front, in your whimpering daze you managed to slip two fingers down there to rub sloppy circles on your clit. âGonna cum, arenât ya?â Suguru gasped, his cock twitching violently as your cunt suctioned to him, nearly making his thrusts falter. âY-yeahâŠâ you managed to get out, no longer having the strength to keep your head up. You let it fall, resting snuggly in the crook of the arm he was using to support you. âThen come for me, pretty girl. I wanna feel you come all over my cock⊠then maybe Iâll fill you up, yeah? Youâd love thatâŠâ you responded with a loud whine, walls fluttering around his length each time he pushed it back in.Â
âThere we go, come for me.â He encouraged again, warm breath ghosting the shell of your ear and earning a shiver in response. You could feel it, the aching build of a damn that was on the verge of breaking, every breath you made was nothing but a labored pant. Your heart was beating erratically, just as you were about to fall over the edge, Suguru gasped. You couldnât help but gasp with him, his release pumping into you, hot and sticky. âF-fuck sorryâŠâ he grounded out, his own orgasm sneaking up on him and completely catching you by surprise. Not that it mattered to you, that strained and embarrassed apology was all you needed before you felt yourself coming as well.Â
You both essentially collapsed, Suguru holding you tightly as he angled himself to remain inside of you, to keep his cum inside of you. âYou okay?â he mumbled softly, hand lazily reaching for the one you had used to rub your clit and bring it to your lips. You whined as he popped the shiny fingers in his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue. âYeah, I'm goodâŠgreat really.â You chuckled, eyelids feeling heavy as he hummed. âGood.â he mumbled softly, pulling your fingers from his mouth to kiss them gingerly. âYou know I love you, right?â Suguruâs voice was tender, so tender it nearly pulled the air out of your lungs. âYeah, of course I know that Sugu⊠you know I love you too, right?âÂ
âI know.â was all he said in reply, you had to wonder why he was suddenly so sentimental. Suguru was typically softer with you after sex, aftercare was one of his specialties. But something about his tone felt different, something about his question felt like there was more meaning behind it. You had been noticing the bags under his eyes for the last few weeks, but every time you asked he always brushed you off. âIs everything okay?â you tried to turn your head to look back at him, but the angle he had you in proved to make movement difficult. âMmhmm, just want to make sure youâre okay.â but he hadnât been that rough with you. âYeah, Iâm okay⊠but you havenât answered me.â He stopped kissing your hand, setting it down gently as he moved to kiss your shoulder.Â
âI havenât?âÂ
âI asked you if you were okay.â
âWell, I did answer you. I said yes.â he didnât sound offended, more or less he sounded amused. âMmhmm isnât a yes, Suguru.â You, on the other hand, sounded a little less enthused. âIâm okay, baby. Is that better.â you couldnât see it but you could hear the smile on his lips. âYeah, thatâs better.â But for some reason, you couldnât shake the worry clinging to your heart.Â
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âHey⊠heyâŠâ you woke with a gasp, eyes wet as you tried to remember where you were. âYou okay? You started crying in your sleep again.â A worried but groggy voice was speaking to you, one that was familiar but your brain couldnât seem to catch up. âY/N? Itâs me, itâs Satoru.â There it was, you nearly fell back into the pillow with relief as he spoke. âShit Iâm sorry⊠I was dreaming and it just⊠fuck it felt so real. I couldnât remember where I wasâŠâ you wiped your eyes, slowly adjusting to the dark room again. âItâs okay⊠youâve been dreaming a lot.â Satoru sighed, he remembered you saying that your nights had been pretty dreamless for the last three weeks so why was that changing now?Â
âI know⊠it just started happening too. Maybe it's because of the baby.â
Your hand lowered to your stomach, palm resting flatley against it. You still couldnât process the fact that there was something in there, something that was growing, a mix of you and him. âCan pregnancy make you dream more?â Satoru chuckled, blue eyes shifting to read his alarm clock. It was just past four in the morning. You had slept pretty well until a few minutes ago. He had been watching you, woken up by your body growing restless. He woke you up the moment he heard you start to sniffle. âI dunno, maybe.â you sighed, eyes feeling heavy again. âSorry for waking you, Toru.â You didnât hear the way his breath hitched, your yawn effectively shutting it all out.Â
You hadnât called him by that nickname in weeks, he hadnât really realized how much he missed it. âDonât apologize, I told you to stop that.â Not stern, just tired, he wanted you to go back to normal but he knew that was impossible. Things would never go back to how they were. âOh, yeah⊠I guess you have told me that.â You chuckle, turning on your side to face him in the dark. âI wonât apologize for forgetting this time, okay?â You grinned, eyes closing and unaware that he was able to see it in the dark. âOkay.â He sighed, a grin creeping up his own face as he let his eyes shut again. Hopefully youâd sleep through to his alarm at 8:30am, you had a busy day ahead.Â
~END OF PART ONE~
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Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! Iâm obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. Iâm very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive theyâd get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it đ«Ł
Idek if thatâs something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss
Have a good day!
Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):
"What are you wearing?"
You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.
"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.
"What are you wearing?"
Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.
You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."
A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.
"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"
He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.
"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."
He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.
His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.
"It reeks of male."
You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"
His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...
"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.
You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.
"Sugu-"
"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."
Hope you liked bb!!
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Hi Jade!!! I love, love, love your writing. I was wondering if you could write something for Tsam Peter x reader where reader has a concussion and Peter is just generally super sweet about taking care of them? I have a concussion right now and I feel like he would be so sweet about it. If not feel free to ignore this, love you!!! <3
i love u!! fem!reader, 1k
Youâre shivering again. Peter looks up from his book suspiciously, squinting at the curve of your where youâre laying on his couch. He should let you rest âyouâre allowed to sleep with a concussion, despite what some might thinkâ but he doesnât like the shivering. Itâs weird.Â
âI'm coming, baby,â he says, standing up from the armchair to situate himself by your hips.Â
Peter pulls the blankets more firmly to your chin. âAre you cold, bub?â he asks. It might appear that heâs talking to you while youâre still sleeping, but the smile you give when he talks proves otherwise.Â
âNo,â you force out in a mumble.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
It takes you some time to think about it. Your bodyâs been thrown for a loop since you hurt yourself, but youâre healing nicely, and your mental stamina is yards better than it had been. Peter asked you yesterday if you wanted a kiss and you couldnât answer him for a full minute, and when you did it was an uncoordinated lift of your chin. Youâre still in there, still his girl, just mildly incapacitated for the time being.Â
âI might be,â you decide.Â
Peter grabs a throw from under the coffee table and shakes it out over your arms and shoulders. âThere. Need a drink?âÂ
âDo you?â you ask.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre asking me lots of questions,â you say, slowly, quietly, but not without character. âI thought Iâd ask one back.âÂ
âI donât need anything.â He tilts his head to align your faces, leaning in, not quite close enough to kiss you.Â
âYou look very serious right now, Spider-Man.âÂ
He glares for show. âSo serious.âÂ
âSorry I canât really make you a drink.âÂ
Peter wipes the glare. âIâm sorry you got hurt. I donât care that you canât be my serf right now. When youâre better Iâm gonna work you twice as hard, thatâs all.âÂ
You raise a tired hand to his jaw. Youâre extra careful to offset your wonky hand, stroking a clumsy but tender line from his ear to his chin. âCan you help me up?âÂ
Peter doesnât question you. Youâve been recovering for a few days (he hasnât realised before your injury that some people can take months to get better after a head injury, even without blood clots or fractures) and heâs not felt the urge to baby you beyond waiting on your every whim and want. If youâd like to sit up, thatâs okay. The only thing heâd insist on is getting enough sleep at night, and thats something youâll do happily.Â
âCan I give you a hug?â he asks, his eyebrows pinching up at their starts. âI hate seeing you shiver, it makes me sad.âÂ
âMakes you sad?â
He squeezes your elbow where the blankets have fallen down. âIs that surprising?âÂ
You want to trade jokes with him but you canât summon a retort, and your smile quickly fades. It canât be nice, feeling a shade of yourself. Peterâs heart aches for you twice.Â
âCâmere, pretty girl,â he says, slipping his arms under yours, encouraging you to wrap your own behind his head or let them rest behind his shoulders. He loves hugging you like this, almost lifting you, spider strength begging to be used as you sigh and settle into place against him. You feel a little like a shell of yourself, not quite quick with touches, fingertips twitching against his shoulder blade as he nuzzles his face against yours unabashed. âThere you are. Whereâd you go, huh? I was about to send out the search party.âÂ
âIâm right here.âÂ
âYeah you are. Lucky me, right? Luckiest guy in the world.âÂ
You sigh happily beside his ear, your face pitching slowly downward until itâs pressing against the curve of his neck, your arms slipping down his front as you run out of energy. He doesnât mind, bundling you up with no intention of letting you go.Â
âHow do you feel?â he asks.Â
âStill fuzzy, like⊠itâs like weâre talking to each other through a screen door.âÂ
âDo you need something? Or want something? Iâll get you anything.âÂ
âIâm fine.âÂ
He lets out a sorry sigh. He wishes youâd want something, god knows heâd love to put a smile on your face. If you were feeling better you might ask him to go and get you something for dinner from across the city, or beg him to find you a bunch of flowers (which heâs always willing to buy). But sick, you ask for nothing. You just lay on the couch and wait to get better. Peter doesnât think itâs super fair.Â
âIâm sorry youâre not better yet,â he murmurs, his lips drifting down to your temple, which he kisses weakly, the barest brush of his lips. âWish I could take it from you.âÂ
âIâll be okay soon.âÂ
âI know you will, but I still wish I could take it. Itâs shitty.âÂ
You think about this for a while. âItâs not shitty,â you work out finally, hand curling against his waist in a tired display of affection. âI have the⊠best boyfriend ever looking after me.âÂ
âIâll be here until youâre better, you know that.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Peter ushers you back and lifts your blankets, slotting himself next to you with a careful arm held behind your back. You show some surprising excitement at the offering of a cuddle and work under his arm, shuffling down the couch to leave you both laying on the same cushion, blankets uneven but warm over your chests. âYou should probably go back to sleep,â he says.Â
âNap with me?â you ask, endearingly hopeful.Â
He turns his face, intending on drawing lines into your cheek with the tip of his nose until you either fall asleep or canât take it anymore. âSure, baby. I bet youâre exhausted, huh? Letâs sleep.âÂ
He falls asleep before you, breathing snores into your cheek. You have enough wits about you to laugh, and then you fall asleep, too.Â
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i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) đđ
Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you đ
Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! âșïž
Words: 2870
Authorâs Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilĂĄ, this fic has emerged as a result of that! đ as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through đ
). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all â I did my best to make it feel like him! đ„°
oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth đ (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)
as always, I hope you enjoy!! đ„°đ„° (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have â I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! âșïžđ)
            The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.
            You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been â but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steedâs armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.
            You called out to him, but he didnât respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayneâs mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.
            Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something â anything â that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched â no, you were being hunted.
            At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayneâs face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.
            You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.
            And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words â the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.
            Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldnât think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne â your Gwayne â fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time â if nothing else, to assure him of your love â the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.
            The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.
            You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didnât even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe â to tell him that you were here.Â
            But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldnât help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didnât even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.
            You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar â this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe â you both were.
            When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.
            âHmmmâis everything⊠alright?â he muttered, blinking his eyes open.
            âEverythingâs fine,â you assured him, âI just had a nightmare.â
            He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.
            âAre you alright? Do you want to talk about it?â his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.
            âIt was about you,â you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. âAnd the dragon,â you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.
            âBut it was nothing,â you hurried to assure him, âI justâI just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped orââ you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. âI just felt so helpless,â you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.
            âYou were there, though,â he responded, smiling gently, âand you did help.â You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit.Â
            Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayneâs hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion â a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the sellerâs part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were?Â
            Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayneâs most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.
            Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayneâs promise to always return to you â an unbroken vow.
            âSee, youâre always with me, right here,â he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayneâs fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: âright here, right where you always have been â and always will be.â
            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayneâs hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.
            âHmmm⊠itâs more serious than I thought,â he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, âyou appear to be desperately and madly in love with me â a very serious condition indeed.â
            You couldnât help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.
            âAnd tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?â you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.
            âHmmm,â he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, âperhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.â
            âOh, but I fear Iâve tried that,â you exclaimed, âand it has only made my condition worse.â
            âThen this is indeed one of the most serious cases Iâve ever seen.â He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: âThere is one more cure, but itâs risky. You could try true loveâs kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.â
            âWhatâs the risk?â
            âThe risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.â Gwayneâs lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.
            âThatâs a risk Iâm more than willing to take,â you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You werenât sure how long you remained pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms.Â
            âDid it work?â he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.
            âNo,â you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, âI fear Iâm even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.â You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.
            âWell, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I donât think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,â he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.
            âNor can I,â you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
            He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.
            âThis is what I imagine,â Gwayne said softly to the darkness, âwhen Iâm on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.â He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. âYouâre always right here.â
            âIâm always right here,â you echo, your words a promise, a vow.
            âBut thank the gods I donât have to imagine right now,â you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, âbecause I am right here.â Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:
            âIâm right here.â
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I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.
the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICKđđ
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..sigh you just love to do things to my brain donât you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk Iâm such a sweet girl, Iâm an angel I would never. Tehehe. And Iâm sick so Iâm an even more touchy just brain melty mood.
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All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! â§âËâ©ćœĄ
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đđđđđđđđ: smut/ NSFW, some degrading
Kyle đđąÖŽà»đ·ÍÖđȘ
âJust like that holy fuck.. youâre so good for me.â Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. âThatâs it baby, slowly, donât look away, keep looking at me, thatâs it. Keep watching me babyâ his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. âFuck youâre tight.â He couldnât hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldnât even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.
- Heâs a sweet boyfriend. Heâs just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him youâre a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.
-what he didnât know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time itâs shit he doesnât even think of. Heâs sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesnât think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.
-âhave you.. ever touched yourself..?â He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder âKyle broflovski!â âWhat? Sorry, Iâm sorry. I just. Wanted to knowâ there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment âhas anyone else ever touched you?â He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought âdo you.. want to be touched?â He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.
-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesnât know how to act. Itâs like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. Heâs usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, heâs biting your shoulders and slamming into you. Heâs swearing, panting. Heâs so fuck drunk he doesnât know what to do.
Stan .° àŒđ§âđâËà·
Panting. Heâs a panting mess. He tries to form words but heâs so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. âStan!â Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. âI know, I know. Iâm right here.â His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. âCan you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?â When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.
-âvirgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?â He almost doesnât believe you because to him he canât see how someone like you could be one. Heâd thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. Heâs kinda dumb. So he doesnât catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no itâs for many reasons.
-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesnât want to ruin this for you. He doesnât want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and heâll do it. âYouâve got it babeâ
-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesnât understand why you canât sit still on his lap. He doesnât get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe heâs not dumb heâs just, oblivious. Heâs noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. âAre you? Are you good?â
-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.
-.. the first time you give him a handjob heâs definitely staring at you. Heâs on the couch because his parents arenât home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. âDonât shy away from me..â his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.
Kenny âËđŻïžđ€âàŒ
âMm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I donât wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?â Kennyâs pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. âKenny please! I canât do it.. I-i canât take much moreâ you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. âAwh the poor baby, thatâs a shame isnât it, cuz you areâ he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. âFuck I love the way you clench around me, like you donât want me to leaveâ he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.
-heâs a horndog. So finding out youâre a virgin? âSCOREâ heâs jumping over the moon for joy! Really itâs nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but heâs just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.
-heâs probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. Heâll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like itâs about to happen but heâll keep you waiting just a little longer.
-heâs probably gotten you to hump his leg. Iâm not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasnât exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didnât want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. âWhere did that pretty little innocence go hm?â âKenny.. s-stop itâs not funnyâ
Cartman đ§âźđ§șâ§Ë°
âYouâre so pathetic.â cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further âsqueezing and gripping my cock like you donât want me to stop.â He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. âYou go so dumb for my cock you canât help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thingâ who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. âEric, m-mm~â he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. âGo on, say it, I wonât move until you doâ your eyes shot open âmmm- more I want more pleaseâ he chuckled gently âyou greedy bitch, Iâm giving you so much and you want moreâ he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.
- âpfft. Fucking virginâ he was too. So donât let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean itâs cartman heâs lucky he even landed you. âCartman shut up. Thatâs fucking rude and itâs not funnyâ you crossed your arms. âIâm sorry Iâm sorry.. hmmâ you shot him a glare. âCartman.â He placed his fingertips to his lips âitâs just.. a little funnyâ he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. âI hate you.â
- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. Heâll tease the fuck out of you but just wonât give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.
-from time to time, when things feel like theyâre getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, âhm, I donât know, Iâm feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?â He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. âWhat the hell Eric..â he looks at you. âYou could, suck me off? How does that sound?â You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Donât worry.. heâll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think youâll get it.
Butters Ëâđ*àč
âP-please I wonât last much longer if y-you keep doing that..â butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. âIâm sorry baby.. I-i canât he-help it oh my god~â your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldnât help himself. He couldnât help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted âahh~ lord.. Iâm so close~â he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now heâd be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.
-âvirgin? Well thatâs alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!â What he doesnât know is youâll have him sucked in, he canât escape. Not thatâs itâs bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all heâs had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. Heâs like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.
-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? Heâs shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs âmmm.. can I?â He asks gently âwell Iâve never done this before so if itâs bad.. Iâm sorryâ he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know heâs just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he canât help himself when he tastes you, heâs immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and heâs making you squirm and scream. Heâs very proud of himself. Heâs not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood
âWell donât you look awfully prettyâ he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. Heâs not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.
-but once heâs had it onceâŠ. There ainât no going back. Heâs like a wild dog off its leash.
Im sick.. and Iâm feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.
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Type of Boyfriends | Dream Headcanon #15
Headcanon: Type of Boyfriends
Genre: Fluff, a little angsty in some parts
Warnings: light mentions of anxiety and feeling insecure
Word Count: ~2.7k
Author's Note: I was actually planning on writing something for Haechan today. But I had the content for this headcanon pre-planned for quite some time now, so I just thought it would be good to actually write it. Also, I haven't been making a lot of group posts latelyâso this is me making up for it lol. I know this idea isn't super original, but I wanted to make my version of it. I'm sorry if the scenarios are written badly, but I still thank you for reading ^ ^
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mark
Mark is the type of boyfriend who feels like your best friend but with the added warmth of kisses and hugs. He loves taking you on spontaneous midnight drives, where carpool karaoke becomes your shared stage, belting out your favorite tunes together. Music is a big part of your relationship, with shared Spotify playlists that reflect your combined tastes and moments. Whenever youâre feeling down, he grabs his guitar and serenades you with Bruno Mars or Day6 songs, lifting your spirits with his husky yet gentle voice. Heâs also the type of boyfriend who writes songs about you, with lyrics so touching they bring you to tears.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who attempts to cook for you but ultimately results in a comedy of errors. But they always end in laughter as you step in to save the kitchen from further disaster. His cooking skills would likely improve over time, with your guidance. Youâd patiently be teaching him the proper way to cut vegetables or how much seasoning should be put in a dish. But heâs the type of boyfriend to lose focus because he keeps getting distracted by how pretty you look. And then youâd blush profusely when you caught his gaze and scold him for not listening.
Heâs the type of boyfriend to give you bone-crushing hugs whenever he finds something you did cute. He especially does this when you get annoyed at him for something, finding the furrow of your brows and pouty lips to be so adorable. Heâs the type to go in for long kisses after being away from you for a long time. His career often keeps him away, leaving him longing for the moments he can be with you. Heâs the type of boyfriend to give kisses that are so warm and tender, filled with a depth of emotion that speaks volumes about how much he cherishes you. Each kiss feels like a promise, a reassurance that no matter how far apart you are, his heart is always with you.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who would geek out with you over shared interests, like Spiderman. Whether it's discussing the latest movie or comic book, these moments of shared enthusiasm bring you even closer. Heâs the type of boyfriend who would watch k-dramas with you and enjoy ranting with you about the characters. These shared experiences, filled with laughter, debates, and discussions deepen your bond and create fond memories to look back on.
All in all, Mark is the type of boyfriend who is a unique blend of friendship, romance, and genuine affection that makes him the perfect partner, someone who brings joy, music, and a sense of adventure into your life.
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renjun
Renjun is the type of boyfriend to be motherly at times with how attentive and caring he is. Heâs always looking after you in subtle ways, like telling you the weather beforehand so you know to wear a jacket before your date. When you share your insecurities with him, he responds by creating beautiful paintings or drawings of you, turning your worries into art. He's also the type to blush when you compliment him but cleverly turns the praise back on you, making you feel just as flustered.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who loves planning and sharing things with you, like maintaining a shared Pinterest board of matching couple outfits you both should try. Heâs the type to enjoy doing your skincare routines together during sleepovers, transforming these moments into intimate bonding experiences. He has a great sense of style and is the type of boyfriend who helps put together your outfits, and even learns how to style your hair to make sure you feel confident and beautiful. Heâs also the type of boyfriend to patiently untangle your earphones when you get frustrated trying to do it yourself.
Heâs the type of boyfriend to be deeply empathetic and share his concerns with you, valuing open communication in your relationship. Heâs not afraid to show his emotions, and he tears up when he hears about your hard times, feeling your pain as his own. His thoughtful nature ensures you always feel understood and supported. When heâs the one dealing with hardships, he appreciates you just being there to hug him and talk him through his thoughts. No matter whatâs troubling him, your presence alone makes him feel a little better.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who may not be as physically affectionate as the other members. Though he doesn't kiss you often, itâs always behind closed doors when he does. Similar to Mark, heâs the type of boyfriend whose kisses are long, deep, and sincere, filled with unspoken affection and love. But heâs also the type of boyfriend to surprise you with pecks to the lips when he finds you cute.
Ultimately, Renjun is the type of boyfriend who truly cares for you in every way, creating a relationship built on mutual respect, understanding, and deep emotional connection. He doesnât need to say anything for you to know how much he loves you, you can just feel it whenever you look at him.
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Jeno is the type of boyfriend who is the perfect balance between a strong, masculine presence and a soft, affectionate soul in your relationship. Heâs the type to exude a protective aura that envelops you where you go. When you're out together, his hand naturally finds its place on your back or waist, ensuring your safety and comfort. He's attentive to small details like positioning you on his left side, away from the street, and readily offering his jacket when the weather turns chilly. These gestures not only showcase his protective instincts but also his possessive side, reminding you and others that youâre his.
Heâs the type of boyfriend to keep you on your toes with how affectionate he can be. You never truly know what to expect from him. Sometimes, he surprises you with kisses so deeply passionate that they leave you breathless. Yet, in quieter moments, he transforms into a cuddly sweetheart, speaking in an endearing aegyo voice that melts your heart. His spontaneity and ability to switch between these sides of himself add excitement and tenderness to your relationship.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who enjoys taking you on hiking dates, emphasizing how itâs good for your health. However, if you get tired by the end of it, he's quick to offer you a piggyback ride on the journey back, effortlessly blending his strength with his nurturing nature. Heâs also the type of boyfriend to surprise you by cleaning the apartment and preparing a warm meal for you after a long day of school or work. His thoughtfulness shines through in these acts of service, making you feel cherished and loved in practical ways.
Heâs the type of boyfriend to be a compassionate listener who values your thoughts and feelings deeply. When you share your concerns or discuss something that's bothering you, he listens intently, his touch gentle as he traces comforting patterns on your hand. His ability to offer silent support and understanding strengthens your bond, creating a safe space where you can be vulnerable and open with each other.Â
In essence, Jeno is the type of boyfriend who is a partner that fills your life with love and security. Being with him will make you feel like youâre stuck in the honeymoon phase forever.
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haechanÂ
Haechan is the type of boyfriend who thrives on affection, often expressing his neediness in the sweetest ways. Heâs the type to never let you leave without a goodbye kiss, ensuring every parting moment is filled with warmth and connection. Whether in public or private, he shamelessly snuggles into you, finding comfort and security in your presence. He is the type to be playfully insistent on using pet names like "baby," "sunflower," or "handsome." He brightens up when you call him by his nickname "Hyuck," revealing his softer, more vulnerable side that's reserved just for you.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend to enjoy teasing and banter, but knows when to set aside the jokes and be serious, especially when it matters the most to you. Heâs the type to notice if something is upsetting you, even in a group of people. And heâd go out of his way to check on you to make sure everything was okay. Heâs also the type of boyfriend to playfully beg you to cook his favorite dishes like kimchi jjigae, which you almost always give in to.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend who includes you in his world, whether itâs letting you sit in his lap while he games on his PC or charming you with aegyo when he wants a kiss. Even during your toughest moments, his infectious humor never fails to make you laugh or smile. But on a more serious side, heâs the type of boyfriend who gets overwhelmed by how strong his feelings are for you. Just thinking about how much he loves you is enough to make him tear up.Â
At the end of the day, Haechan is the type of boyfriend who is not afraid to be playful, and affectionate, and show how deep his feelings are for you. His ability to balance lighthearted moments with genuine sincerity makes every day with him an adventure filled with laughter, love, and heartfelt connections.
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jaeminÂ
Jaemin is the type of boyfriend who is a walking green flag, embodying all the qualities of a loving and considerate partner. He never holds back his affection, constantly showering you with hugs and kisses, and always maintaining some form of physical connection, whether itâs hand-holding or resting a hand on your knee. Heâs the type of boyfriend to send daily texts to check up on you if heâs at work, showing his continuous care and concern for your well-being. Heâs also the type to scold you for skipping meals or getting sick, even when he does the same sometimes.
Heâs the type of boyfriend to shamelessly flirt with you, making you blush with his playful comments and cheeky smirks when he catches you staring at him from across the room. Heâs the type to talk about your future together during cuddle sessions, sharing your dreams of getting married and having kids. Beyond physical touches and sweet words, heâs the type of boyfriend who loves to cook for you whenever he can, and he gets equally happy when you cook for him, appreciating every gesture of care you show.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who is generally easygoing, though he has his moments of jealousy. He gets laughably envious when you give more attention to his cats than him or when you rave about how Jeno looked on stage. These moments of jealousy are never overbearing but rather endearing, showing how much he values your attention and affection. And he loves that you always reassure him that your heart belongs to him.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend to take countless photos of you on your dates. Even if you donât love having your photo taken, he just canât resist capturing your beauty. Besides, he insists it's for the memories to look back on when you two are old and fray. Heâs the type to have his phone gallery filled with pictures of you, and he proudly shows them to his members from time to time. While you could point out all your flaws in one picture, Jaemin never even looked at them. No matter how insecure you might be, heâs the type of boyfriend to make you feel pretty.
Simply put, Jaemin is the type of boyfriend who is practically perfect with his unwavering support and daily reminders of his love. Being in a relationship with him is nurturing, fun, and filled with dreams for the future.
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chenleÂ
Chenle is the type of boyfriend who can be really annoying at times, but you canât help but love him for it. He loves to joke around and make you laugh, especially when you're feeling down. When he does something that annoys you, heâs quick to make it up with a lot of hugs, using affection to win you over. Most of the time, you end up giving into his silliness and laughing with him.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend to buy gifts for you quite often, something you kind of had to get used to. Heâs the type to surprise you with things heâs seen you admiring online or at a store. Even if you scold him for not saving his money or spending it more wisely, Chenle insists that as your boyfriend, itâs part of his job to spoil you.Â
Heâs also the type of boyfriend to share his passions with you, whether itâs taking you to see a Warriorâs game or having you watch and cheer him on as he plays basketball. His excitement for these activities becomes even more meaningful when you join in, creating shared experiences that deepen your bond. Heâs also the type of boyfriend who enjoys traveling and exploring new places with you. He loves taking you out, whether itâs to explore the rural areas of Korea to eat gukbap or book a surprise trip to Shanghai. His spontaneous nature keeps your relationship exciting and full of adventure, with each trip creating cherished memories.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend who regularly gushes to you about how cute the members are, but gets all shy when you also call him cute. Heâs also the type to feel a little betrayed when his dog, Daegal, likes you more than him. However, he can never be sulky for long because he canât really blame her. And he admires how you always make sure his daughter runs back into his arms.
Altogether, Chenle is the type of boyfriend to keep your life vibrant and full of love with his playfulness, generosity, and genuine care. Although he drives you crazy at times, he teaches you how to have fun and live in the present.
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jisung
Jisung is the type of boyfriend who is super shy in the beginning but gradually becomes more comfortable and open with time. Heâs the type to hide behind your back or bury his face in your shirt when he gets embarrassed about something. Heâs the type of boyfriend who also loves being taller than you, not in a teasing way, but because it makes him feel more protective. He secretly loves it when you compare the size of your hands, although he blushes every time you do it.Â
Heâs the type of boyfriend to ramble about his curiosity and interests to you. He enjoys talking about the wonders of space and aliens, letting you into his fascinating world of thoughts. He also loves talking about things like MBTI with you and finds joy in learning about yourselves together. Sometimes, he even rants about his debates with Chenle, showcasing his playful and thoughtful side.Â
Heâs also the type of boyfriend to have a lot of serious conversations with you, usually reserved for late nights. Heâs the type to lay his head in your lap as he shares what is on his mind. The gentle stroking of your fingers through his hair helps him feel calm and at ease. Sometimes he doesn't even need to say anything, for your open arms provide all the comfort he needs. Heâs the type of boyfriend who loves when you hug him, often calming down when anxious thoughts run through his head. Cuddles are even better, especially when you get to fall asleep in each otherâs arms, feeling completely safe and loved.
Heâs the type of boyfriend who can be quite sentimental, especially when heâs on tour. He misses you deeply and has been known to cry when he thinks about how much he misses you. These moments highlight his deep emotional connection and attachment to you. Heâs also the type to feel incredibly touched when you do simple things like cooking for him or surprising him with bunggeobang on a cold day, appreciating the warmth and love you bring into his life.
Over time, Jisung is the type of boyfriend you can build a deep, emotionally mature relationship. Even if he might be the youngest in his group, his maturity shines when heâs with you. He evolves into a loving and thoughtful boyfriend who cherishes every moment with you.
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I think this sounds so funny but could you write how the winbre trio (Sakura, Nirei & Suo) would react if f!reader is working at a maid cafe. Totally wearing the cutest pink maid uniform and calling them "Goshujin-sama" (â â§â âœâ âŠâ )
AAAA SO SO CUTTTEEE!!! I believe their reactions would be so so fuunnnnyyyy!!! Thank you for the request sweet anon!! <3333
MASTER?!
Characters: Sakura Haruka, Nirei Akihiko, Suo Hayato x F!reader
WARNINGS: may be a little suggestive in some way,
SAKURA HARUKA
he was basically dragged here
Sadly, Kotoha had fallen sick and the normal meeting spot for the whole group was closed, so they decided the next best thing
A new cafe had just opened a few stores away, so they walked over, not really knowing what to expect.
But what Sakura didn't expect was to see you, someone he recently helped, in a baby pink maid outfit with white accents, breasts pressed together tightly, cute white and pink striped thigh high stockings decorated with bows, and wearing the cutest white shoes that made a light clacking noise every time you took a step
You waved at them, calling out for their attention while walking fast
"Goshujin-sama!!! It's great to see you again! Please follow me, I'll seat you and..." As you walked towards them, your chest seemed to almost have a life of its own, and when you arrived closer to them, quickly grabbing the menus before tripping on air, and falling into his arms.
"A-Ah! I'm so so Sorry Goshujin-sama!!"
He blue screened
Sakura Haruka is no longer working
Please reboot
His face is burning, his shoulders are almost at his ears, and his head is basically steaming
Nirei had to basically push him forwards to their seat, Suo laughing at Sakura because of how sensitive he is to others
"Goshujin-sama! Here are the menus, please do take your time to find something you enjoy, and if you need some help, please do call me over! I'll be sure to do my best!"
After what happened a few minutes before, Sakura was wide eyed and unresponsive the whole time
Suo had to order him both a drink and food, because if not, he wouldn't have even ordered.
And just to torture him more, he was sitting near you, so every time you walked by, he would be able to see you from his peripheral vision
Sometimes, when you came to check on them, you had to break character to ask them if he was alright and if you needed to call for someone
but Suo just told you everything was fine
When they left, you informed them that the meal and drinks were free as they were part of Bofurin
And also, even if they weren't,, you would have paid for Sakura's part since he saved you, twice now
Suo left Sakura's phone number on the table just for you in the end.
NIREI AKIHIKO
This cutey knew from the start what he was getting himself into
walking inside, he just wanted a cute place to relax, experience something new, and write down some new information of the guys he wasn't able to finish off on his notebook
so why not the cute, new, maid cafe?
"We-Welcome Goshujin-sama..." You greet, holding the menu close to your chest. "Please... Follow me to your seat!" Every step you took to lead him to his seat made your hair bob, and the skirt of your maid costume
He found you to just be so so cute! Wearing a light pink maid dress, with matching bows in your hair, cute glasses on your face moving from their position every time you rush to get to the kitchen with a new order, baby pink stockings being held up by the cutest white cat graters, and some very bulky heels to accommodate your height
You thought that he was super cute too, his freckles, and how he blushed every time you came to check on him
He was sweet, and gentle with how he spoke, and didn't try to touch you
You guys were able to make some small talk together, both of you stuttering here and there, when you came to check on him and the meal, that was a medium size slice of confetti cake with a gorgeous cup of melon soda
You both talked about your day, what each of you have done, and more with large blushes on both of your faces
He sometimes asked some weird question, which you found a bit endearing.
But when it was time for him to leave, he was sure to thank you and you bowed and waved him off, a small blush on your cheeks and he stuttered a good bye
"G-Good bye Goshujin-sama! Please come back soon!" You call out to him
SUO HAYATO
His favorite tea shop was closed today, so he went for the next best thing
the most recently opened maid cafe that was closer to him than the usual tea house he goes to
and from the ratings on their site, they seemed to also have a few good teas and cakes
While he isn't one to go to a place where you have to interact with someone so much, he might as well get out of his comfort zone
Right when he entered, a few 'maids' turned their heads towards him, blushing at the mysterious male
sadly, for them, their areas were already filled with men and women
minus yours
"Welcome Goshujin-sama," You bowed, a gentle but unemotional smile on your face as you greeted him. You didn't like acting like this, but it was your turn to be the 'kuudere.' Many people don't want the host to be a kuudere, so your bookings were almost free compared to the tsundere and deredere. "Please do follow me to your seat," he smiles back, nodding and walking behind you with his hands behind his back.
he though you were cute, your pink maid costume barely covered your legs, your thighs spilling from the tight thigh highs, them rubbing against each other every step you take, white heels making you taller than him by an inch or two, and cute little bows decorating your hair and uniform
you showed him his seat before pulling at the skirt, trying to have it cover your legs just a bit more
"Please do inform me if you need anything, Goshujin-sama," You smile, placing the menu in front of him before leaving to attend to another customer who was calling you over to them.
Suo waited a bit before waving you over again and asking you what your favorite tea cakes and teas are and got those
at first he didn't understand what was enjoyable about this, but after meeting you and how quick you were, he understood
he especially liked when he was able to make you break out of character and blush with his teasing
in the end, he paid his bill, and you came back with a little gift bag that was given to all new customers and gave it to him, a small smile on your face
inside that small gift bag was some mochi's and small tea cakes, some red tassel earrings, and a note
the note contained your number, a little doodle in the corner of it <3
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Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:
*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*
Too much wine?
Mihawk?
Mihawk drunk??
Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?
GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s
BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COMEâ
So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.
Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.
I shall call it.......
HAMMERED
OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader
NSFW Headcanons
Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.
â«âŹâ« Too Much Wine - The Fratellis â«âŹâ«
I'll take the mead from the table
Talk straight while I'm able
Until I'm nothin' less than a crime
Zoro
"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."
Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.
Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and staminaâit's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."
Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.
All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.
That means you're getting one of two Zorosâgoofy Zoro or sad Zoro.
Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.
He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.
If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.
Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.
"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."
Sanji
"There we areâa beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."
Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.
Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress youâand he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.
The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.
Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.
Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors laterâand he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.
He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.
Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?
"You're just...just soâso beautifulâhonestly, it should be illegal."
Shanks
"Holdâhold my rumâno, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railingâ"
Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurtâ"
Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.
If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.
He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.
Total life of the party energyâtelling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.
Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.
He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watchingâhe already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.
He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.
To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.
"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."
Mihawk
"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."
Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.
But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.
He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relaxâhe's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.
Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.
But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.
Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about itâwhich honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.
You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouthâas well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.
That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.
Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.
Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.
You did have the audacity to challenge him, after allâhe has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.
"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."
Buggy
"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch thisâ"
And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!
Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limbâprobably him.
No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.
If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.
Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.
That being said, he doesn't care who's awakeâthings are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.
Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.
"Hey, uhh...I losâI lost my foot again. .....Sorâ*hiccup* sorry."
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Nsfw!
Moonwater is a bit new pairing for me and i love it too much but i always wonder how the dynamic are in the bedroom, i really dont think both men are anything other than rough.
I mean when needed the boys would be gentle but most of the time i dont think so? Remus, maybe? could be gentler but during full moon heâs an animal but regulus tho, i dont see him as the gentle type.
What do you think?
oooou ok ok I like it, I like it; let's discuss below
CW: discussing sex and dynamics, NSFW, mdni 18+
So, this first part is going to be my own personal opinion based off of who I am as a person, and my views may not be shared within the fandom. I personally struggle with super abrasive dom/sub dynamics where a male character is very overbearing, controlling, etc. THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LIKE ANY DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, just that fics where a male character is being super aggressive and demeaning and such really aren't my vibe, if that makes sense?
I personally struggle imagining our sweet, sad boy Remus as being super mean in bed? Doesn't mean I don't think he's in charge, especially in poly!scenarios because when there's that many people in bed, someone has to run the show lol, but I don't see him as super bossy and assertive.
Now, keeping in mind that this is my interpretation on a character who literally doesn't exist (which is so sad wtf), my version of 'dom!remus' looks more like a very assured, confident guy in bed; he knows what he's doing, he's good at it, and he knows how to get everyone where they're trying to go (i.e., orgasm city, obviously). He takes care of everyone in bed, and (in the case of poly!marauders or poly!wolfstar) he certainly redirects anyone's naughty (bratty) behaviour (read: sirius), but I think he'd also be super communicative and understanding that it's a dance, not a battle which adds to his assuredness and confidence in bed because people feel safe with him - they know that he knows what he's doing and can let go because they trust him with their safety and their pleasure - and he's in bed with his partner's, not his adversaries.
I've often imagined his love language (how he shows love) to be acts of service and physical touch, which I think goes hand in hand with how he is in bed; when he's in a relationship with these ships, he's making love, not just fucking
HOWEVER.....
I think you're right...some things definitely change around the full moon. I think leading up to the moon (depending on if it was a manic moon or if he was moonsick) there'd be a very noticeable change in him. For manic moons - he'd be a little more desperate, a little rougher (while still being our sweet guy as mentioned above lol), and I think there would be way more sex. He'd be insatiable and obsessed with you; "come on dovey, one more for me, yeah? you're so good, so good for me; i know you can do one more". Good luck trying to pry him from between your legs.
if he was riddled with moonsickness (immediately after every moon or leading up to a bad moon where he is sore and such), i think he might be a bit of a switch? He'd want to be held and cherished and taken care of - he'd nearly cry in awe every time you got on your knees to give him a lazy, gentle blowjob, or if you were in the mood, he'd lay back and let you ride him (he actually loved it - thought you looked beautiful up there)
Now for Regulus lolololololol
No one who grew up in the dynamics Regulus did is vanilla in bed, I'm sorry. (and I come from a place of authority in this - I relate a little too well to Sirius [though not as violent, obviously]). Honestly? I could see Regulus being mean. And not in a super demeaning way that makes you feel small or embarrassed (again, this is my preference), but he takes pleasure in surprising you by suddenly flipping you over and taking you from a different angle. By suddenly and without warning changing the rhythm of his thrusts from soft and slow to deep and punishing. He'd love marking you up - possessive af and making sure everyone and anyone knew that not only were you taken, but you were his. In the same vain, I picture him as a bit of a sadist/masochist but again, not in a super violent or demeaning way. He'd like for the fuck to be a little rough, a little hard; he loves the mixture of pleasure and pain - wants to be bit so hard he bleeds and wouldn't mind doing the same to you if you asked for it. I also think he'd be willing to try a lot of new things in bed, and some of his favourite sex is when you fuck him with a strap [if you're fem or afab].
Together?
I think Rem is still in charge - again, he's confident and assured in the bedroom and everyone trusts his authority and trusts him to keep them safe and satisfied. He would keep Reg from getting too rough or going too hard and would constantly check in to make sure you were still good with everything going on. He'd also be able to satiate any need in Reg regarding his masochistic tendencies. I believe Reg would bottom in the dynamic, but again, I think sometimes depending on the moon and how Rem is feeling mentally - he'd experiment more fluidly with Reg.
I've also mentioned before that I believe Purebloods have a breeding kink and with Remus' animalistic side due to his lycanthropy, that he would too. So I think there would be a lot of using cum as lube, taking turns filling you up with their cum, maybe some snowballing??? jesus christ I'm a sick fuck lmfao. anything to do with cum would send those boys spiralling, "no no babygirl, don't waste it" Rem would coo as he used his fingers to push cum back into your hole. or "whose do you want next, amour? Mine or Rem's?"
And I think you're right, when the time called for it, these boys would be so fucking good at making you feel nothing short of fucking worshipped. The soft, hungry gazes, the lingering and soothing touches, the praises falling from their lips as they gave you everything they got. I'd cry I think; they'd reduce me to tears for sure.
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Come Out and Play 1
Warnings:Â this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, age gap, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Â Your mom welcomes an old friend back into her life that brings chaos with him.
Characters: Thor, Loki
Note:Â Two silverfoxes for the price of one
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Thor loves thunder. Take care. đ
Your motherâs singing along to her favourite Donna Summer classic as you come through the front door. She doesnât hear you as you drop your bag and your boots at the door. You cluck and shake your head as you tiptoe down the hallway and peer into the kitchen. All this just because youâre staying the night?Â
You tilt your head and squint at her diligent fingers. She roles the filo around the filling and places each little pocket on a pan. The warmth of the stove radiates through the space and beckons you in. After the frigid chill of your apartment, itâs a relief.Â
You waft over to the counter with the smell of baking pastry and chopped peppers. You stand beside your mom quietly and smile at her work. Her arm collides with yours and she looks down at you. She squeals and tosses one of the uncooked hors dâoevres. It sticks to the wall before falling apart.Â
âOh, my!â She puts her hand to her chest and raises her voice, âAlexa, lower volume.â The music recedes and you back up with an apologetic bow. âHon, I didnât know you were here. Oh, I hate when you sneak up on me like that.âÂ
Itâs not intentional, more a bad habit. Youâre a bit too quiet for your own good sometimes. And hers. Â
âSorry,â you mutter and turn your attention back to the pan, â...lotta food...âÂ
âYes, IâI'm so sorry, I didnât mention. I forgot.â She rambles as she does. Where youâre quiet and reserved, she often talks in streams of nervousness. âWhen you called, I was so busy and I had so much going on in my head. Sometimes it feels like thereâs a hamster in there running on its wheel.â She throws her hands up in emphasis, âanywho, Iâm so sorry to hear about the building, did the landlord say when the heat will be fixed?âÂ
â...dunno,â you shrug and sway. â...the food?âÂ
âOh, right, yes! I was saying, dear, I have an old friend coming over. Heâs just moved to town and I was so excited to hear from him. We went to college together! I last saw him when I was probably your age. Heâs so nice, you know? And we kinda found each other online when I was looking up fake flowers for the new door wreath. I was thinking pinecones would be seasonal but then it occured to me I could get some real ones from the part--âÂ
âMom,â you rein her in with a dulcet drone.Â
âAh, my friend, I know! Heâs so lovely. Youâll like him. I figure, we can have dinner and some drinks. Youâre welcome to join.âÂ
You nod and peek over skeptically at the bottle of wine, âwouldnât wanna invade. Shouldâve said something.âÂ
âYou know youâre always welcome here,â she reaches for you and you catch her wrists, keeping her sticky hand from touching your cheeks. âOops!â She giggles and recoils. She turns and rinses her hands off. âSorry, hon.âÂ
âIâll stay out of the way,â you assure her.Â
âDonât be shy. Oh, and make sure you at least get some food.â She flutters around and dries off with a hand towel. âYouâll like him. Thor is super nice! He knew your dad too.âÂ
You nod and donât comment on the last part. You never really knew your father yourself. He left when you were young. He didnât go very far but you see your half-sibling in passing at the mall or even a few times at college. Thankfully, youâre all done with classes.Â
âAlright,â you agree. âIâll put my stuff away.âÂ
She hums and tells the smart speaker to turn it back up. You leave in the blare of disco music and grab your bag from the entryway. You wish youâd known she was having company. You would have just made do with some extra blankets.Â
As if to blow away that thought, the wind whistles and shakes the windows. You go upstairs and put your knapsack on the wooden chair by the narrow desk against the wall. You stretch your arms and yawn as you pace around. Your stomach growls as the aromas in the kitchen follow you up.Â
You go back down, hoping to assuage your appetite with some water, and as you get the bottom step, the doorbell chimes. You stop and wait, staring at the door. You mom sings along to Lipps, Inc and you sigh.Â
You hop down and shuffle to the door. You pull it open, hiding behind it shyly. The man on the other side searches over your head before he thinks to look down. As you peek around wood, he smiles.
Heâs tall. Very tall. And his shoulders are as wide as the large oak in the front yard. His hair shines beneath the light hung beside the door as his eyes sparkle.Â
He holds a cone of flowers, the petals bristling in the fall wind, as shadow dims their colour. Â
âHm, I must have the wrong address,â he leans back on his heel and reads the numbers on the siding. âYou wouldnât happen to know where Selina lives?âÂ
âHere,â you squawk awkwardly.Â
âOh? Youâve shrunk... but youâve aged well.â He tilts his head but his lips suggest heâs joking.Â
âSheâs in the kitchen. Wait.âÂ
You close the door in his face. Itâs only as you go to get your mom, that you realise how rude you must have seemed. You didnât invite him in or introduce yourself. Well, he isnât here for you, is he?Â
You go to the smart speaker and tap the button to pause the music, âheâs here.âÂ
âOh!â She squeals and bounces, âalready?âÂ
âMmhmm,â you nod and back out of her way as she hurries to the door. Â
She sweeps through and swings the door open. A gust of wind blows in and you peer around the door frame. The manâs deep voice booms out.Â
âSelina! You look just as young as the day we met!âÂ
âOh you!â She chirps. âYou always were the worst liar.âÂ
âMm, I am very honest, Seli,â he rumbles. âAnd who was that little mouse that was scurrying around? She fled so fast, I did not get a name.âÂ
âOh, thatâs my daughter,â she explains. âI told you about her. Her radiator broke so sheâs here for the night. Always nice to have a full nest!âÂ
âOf course, of course,â he agrees. âWell, I wish Iâd known. Iâd have brought two bouquets.âÂ
âThese are so lovely. When did you get so sweet, Thor?âÂ
âIâve always been sweet, you were just too distracted to notice,â he retorts.Â
She laughs and titters around, âI need a vase. Oh, these are beautiful! Ooh, and a much needed pop of colour. I do hate the winter and itâs coming so fast. Please, come in, come in! You must be freezing.âÂ
He chuckles, amused by her chatter, âyou know I always liked the cold.âÂ
âMm, you would. Well, not all of us can bear it. Honey! Oh, there you are,â she pokes her head out from the dining room. âCome, meet my friend.âÂ
You reluctantly come forward. You fold your hands together and drag your feet. You shouldâve stayed upstairs.Â
âThis is Thor. We both took architecture together!âÂ
You nod and look at her wide-eyed. You canât bring yourself to meet his gaze but you know heâs watching you. You rock and twine your fingers between each other.Â
âShe just finished her own degree. She took literature! Isnât that so lovely?âÂ
âLiterature? Ah, my brother was always a fan,â he muses. âI do like some good story telling but I could never pick up much on the symbolism.âÂ
You slant your lips, âoh, cool.âÂ
âAnyway, I have some wine, why donât you have a glass while I finish dinner? Hon, you want some too?â She stops beside you with the cluster of flowers. You shake your head.Â
You flit up around the staircase, crowded by Thor as he lurks there, and you quickly flee. You donât look back as you turn down the hall and barrel into his room. You canât make out your motherâs words as she speaks but his laughter thunders up after you.Â
You hide in your room and harrumph. You donât know why youâre like this. Even at work, you canât help but try to blend into the wall. Itâs not hard to do in the stock room.Â
You take out your laptop and resign yourself to a night of Netflix. Youâre a bit disappointed. You were hoping to spend some time with your mom but she deserves a life of your own. For all the years she spent making sure you got this far, sheâs earned it.Â
You turn the speakers up until they hurt your ears. You can still hear their voices below. The savoury scent of your motherâs cooking rise with their conversation. You didnât realise how much you missed her dinners until now. Those frozen dinners and fast-food deliveries canât compare with the real thing.Â
You hunker down in bed and try not to think of your growling stomach. Youâll wait to reheat some once that guy leaves. You sink down further and further, basking in the warmth of blasting from the vents. You dread going back to your apartment, even after the heat is fixed.Â
Your eyelids begin to itch but before you can drift off, thereâs a knock on your door. You get up and open it for your mom. The plate in her hands has your mouth watering as you get another whiff of her handwork.Â
âHere ya go, hon,â she holds it out. âIâm sorry itâs a full house.âÂ
âItâs okay. Didnât have to.âÂ
âYou need to eat,â she insists. You take the plate. âWeâll try to be quiet. You know heâs so loud. He always has been. He makes me seem tame, doesnât he?âÂ
You smile at her yapping. Sheâs so vibrant and chatty. You never could be even when you try. You envy how bright she can be. You feel so dull next to her. Sometimes you feel like youâve disappointed her.Â
âThanks," you murmur.
âNo problem! Love you.âÂ
âLove you too.âÂ
You wait for her to go before you close the door. You might not have a dad but youâre lucky to have her. You put the plate on your desk and move your laptop. You eat as you watch the show that isnât as good as the internet suggested.Â
The food is delicious. The little stuffed pastries are a bit spicy and you regret not grabbing a glass of water earlier. You got so distracted by that man. You think of sneaking down but you can just drink from the bathroom sink when you finish. A little tap water wonât hurt.Â
You clear your plate quicker than you mean to and go back to the bed. The moonlight wavers outside your window as the night ware on. You yawn and make yourself get up. You canât leave your dirty plate in here.Â
You donât notice the quiet in the house until you open the door. You listen at the top of the stairs before you descend. Slowly and silently, you make your way to the bottom and curve around to the kitchen. You rinse your plate off and grab some water while you have the chance.Â
Your pulse builds as the house remains still. Strange. How did you not realise earlier? Well, you had your laptop cranked up. You can hear it from down there.Â
You head back upstairs, balancing the glass in the dark, and as you pass your momâs door, it opens. You yipe as a large figure collides with you. Itâs him. Thor.Â
You spill the water down your front and whip around to face him. He steadies you with his hand on your shoulder, âso sorry, mouse. I didnât mean to--âÂ
His flannel shirt is undone and the soft glow of a lamp limns him from behind. Oh no! You pull away from him and skirt down the hall. Embarrassment nips at your ears and cheeks. You knew you were intruding on your momâs night.Â
You try not to think of what you interrupted as you dip into the spare room and snap the door shut with a kick of your foot. You stay near the door, breathless, until you hear the bathroom door squeak on its hinges. You shake your head and growl.Â
You hope you didnât ruin it. As awkward as it is to think of your mom in a relationship, sheâs been alone for so long and you know youâre part of the reason why. Next time, you wonât go running back to mommy. Itâs best for both of you that you grow up.Â
#thor#loki#dark thor#dark loki#dark!thor#dark!loki#thor x reader#loki x reader#au#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#come out and play#marvel#mcu#avengers
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Iron Burns
Something I'm super curious about is just how badly iron hurts when a ghost touches it. I posted a little ramble about Charles being chained and unable to help Edwin while she tortured him, and how we didn't get a reaction shot of him hearing Edwin screaming. And something clicked in my brain. I will preface this by saying that I can't prove anything, and could very well be completely wrong. This is just a possible explanation/option.
This was supposed to be relatively short, and that did not happen lmfao Here's your long post warning đ
Charles VS Iron
This is Charles we are talking about. He is fiercely protective of Edwin, and let's be honest, can get physically violent when provoked. He was sitting there, listening to Esther, until she specifically brought up rescuing Edwin from her plans. It's only when she says that that he starts moving, and he very obviously intended to attack her.
It confirms in Charles' head that there is a specific reason why Edwin is separated from him, and that is bad. Very bad. He possessed Esther to get them out of their first fight with her; she very nearly succeeded in getting them eaten by that Forest Elemental. She is seriously dangerous, and he knows it. Whatever she has planned for Edwin, Charles knows it's vicious and vile.
That thought spurs him to physically attack Esther, without hesitation. Based on the fact that his hands are open, Charles was going to grab her rather than hit her, and, based on her proximity to him, by the throat. That is the only effective attack from his position I can think of; it's the only way he can completely incapacitate.
Logical reasoning aside, choking someone is a pretty common violent anger response. It's probably because it's the easiest way to kill someone with your bare hands; in shows, many characters use a weapon to hurt their adversaries. It's the bullet, the blade, the bat, or whatever that actually hurts them, makes contact with them. It feels different when it's literally you hurting them. Your hands are weapons on their own if you know how to use them. Ex: Vi from Arcane has boxing as her go-to fighting style.
Okay, I went on a bit of tangent there, but my point is that Charles is fucking pissed. This is Charles, who fears being like his father, wanting to hurt Esther.
Violence is the last resort for all of their cases and situations. Charles will take out his cricket bat if he senses danger, but it's more of an intimidation tactic than a true threat. Charles does not actually attack anyone with the cricket bat who is not already an established threat. He takes it out during their first encounter with Esther, when they meet the Cat King, in the Devlin House, when the Night Nurse first shows up, in the forest against David, and against the snake. Most of those encounters are not a matter of negotiation; the first fight with Esther, the Devlin House, David, and the snake were all situations where "talking it out" was not an option, so pulling out the cricket bat to intimidate them would have been pointless. When he takes the bat out in those cases, he's already fully intending to use it. When he takes it out against the Cat King and the Night Nurse, he waits. He holds it up to send a message. It says, "Don't make me hurt you, because I will if I have to."
Charles doesn't want to hurt people, and usually tries his best to find another solution; even when we see him having to fight someone, a military veteran no less, he apologizes and only defends against him because he knows this is a ghost who's cursed, and doesn't deserve it, despite his violent behavior. They attempt to talk the Night Nurse out of taking them for several minutes before she attacks him. She attacks him mentally and emotionally in a way the others don't see and can't fathom; you could even argue that it is a physical attack as well because she makes him relive being beaten by his father and stoned by his friends. The Night Nurse does not hit him, but she hurts him, hurts him bad. When Charles hits her with that music box, despite what the others see, he's retaliating, not initiating. Because again, Charles wants to find another solution first.
But with Esther? He is so far passed that. He is so furious that he wants to attack her. He wants to hurt her. And that is before she starts torturing Edwin.
When he heard Edwin screaming, do you realize just how angry Charles would have been? I can't comprehend how badly he would've wanted to break free and fuck Esther up for what she did. Charles is genuinely intimidating when he's angry; he would have been absolutely terrifying.
Tiny Note: this is the best shot of Charles in the whole show. Let my boy beat the shit out of someone without getting judged for it, please! Let him go apeshit, please!! đđ»
I struggle to believe that anything would have stopped him from getting to Edwin in that state, iron collar be damned.
But Charles doesn't. He doesn't break free. He tries, and continues to fail repeatedly. Almost every movement makes the collar burn him.
The thought I had was how little Charles would care about his own safety/pain if it meant saving Edwin. This boy willingly enters and traverses Hell itself for him. He tells the Night Nurse that if he goes, he can either succeed in bringing Edwin back, or get stuck in Hell so she knows where they are. Charles admits that he would rather be stuck in Hell with Edwin than spend another second without him. When Crystal asks, "What if something happens to you?", he has no response. He honestly does not care if something happens to him, but he doesn't want to admit that to Crystal's face cause that would hurt her, so he refuses to answer.
Getting hurt does not matter to him, so just how painful was that iron that Charles, at his angriest, and in his most desperate state, could not break out?
We see him pulling on the chain and struggling, but he's moving as little as possible because he's trying that hard not to touch the collar. He lets go because it hurts too much. Even when his bag is just out of reach, which is the solution to all of his struggles, he can't bear the burning long enough to get his foot under the strap.
Based on all of that, my brain told me this: the iron burning was so painful that Charles could not endure it long enough to escape, even in his angriest and desperate state, listening to the most important person in his world screaming in a way he has never heard before, and pleading for Esther to stop hurting him.
Like, that sounds crazy to me. Seeing how angry he got at the Night Nurse, and the intensity of his rage in that scene makes me wonder what was going through his head while chained up.
Edwin VS Iron
But my brain was not done with this information. One of my favorite details that I want to be explored in the future is how nonchalant Edwin is while his hand is burning.
He did not notice it was burning until Crystal pointed it out. He looks and sounds genuinely surprised when he sees it. His expression and the way he says he was careless makes me feel like he wasn't in pain and trying to play it off, but was upset with himself for making a very noticeable mistake in front of Crystal while trying to show off and prove a point.
Edwin's pain tolerance is so high that he does not even notice a simple iron burn.
The second time he gets touched by iron is when Esther knocks him across the garden. He looks down at the burn that's what's hurting him, but I don't buy it.
This boy just got swatted like a tennis ball across a courtyard into a small greenhouse.
We all know that Charles does the fighting/takes the hits, so Edwin getting hit like that is probably a new feeling. Since iron makes them tangible for a couple seconds, he probably physically felt it when he landed.
Being burned and crashing into things are two very different sensations, and one of them Edwin hasn't experienced in thirty years. The burn is localized to his hand, and it's a burn. It stings. Hitting a structure that fast and landing like that is going to effect your whole body. It's aching, it bruises every part of you, from your skin down to your bones. It's so much more uncomfortable and hindering than a simple burn. If you burn your hand, you can still operate day-to-day almost normally, but if you mess up your body in some way, you're not going to be able to walk without being in pain. If you asked me which one I'd rather have happen to me, I would take the burn so fast.
Point being that him looking distressed and hurt after that hit makes a whole lot of sense, despite his high pain tolerance. It probably surprised him more than hurt him. It doesn't last long either.
The only time we see him truly react to iron is in Esther's torture device, which is obvious but I'll talk it through anyway.
The cuffs restraining his arms are touching his bare wrists, tightly and constantly. His wrists smoke from it. Him gasping at that makes sense.
But the real kicker here is obviously the rods. Upon first glance, it looks like they touch down on his torso, zapping him or whatever you'd call that, on a surface level. But if you pay close attention to the shots where he's somewhat transparent you can see that those prongs are actually going through him, at least a little bit.
I took a screenshot, up-ed the brightness, and marked where it looks like the rods hit him, versus where they actually end.
Edwin moves around a bit, so there are definitely some shots where they are just touching his skin, but that's kind of the point I'm trying to make. The rods are not moving, they are static, so when Edwin's body moves around them, they stay put. That is fucking painful.
The rod is not moving, but Edwin's body is, and there is nowhere for his skin/muscles to go but through the metal, like it is cutting through him in reverse. If you push a knife down to cut through something, like a carrot, it cuts. But if you hold the carrot, and push it down on the blade, it still cuts.
That would explain even more why Edwin reacts to whenever Esther touches him, even when the device is paused. It would also explain why he was begging Esther "don't come any closer" during one of the cutaway shots.
If you think about it, that doesn't make any sense. Esther's proximity to the device doesn't determine whether it's on, off, or higher/lower. She walks around the room with her glass of ghost juice or whatever you want to call it. She gestures with her hand when she turns it on and turns the intensity up.
Esther getting closer to him wouldn't matter since the device is already on. That is, unless she was actively doing something to him while torturing him. Considering how sadistic she is, I wouldn't put it past her to mess with him whenever she got bored of just watching. Touching him, shaking him, whatever, would almost definitely make it worse. Edwin not wanting her to get close to him would make perfect sense if she was occasionally doing something like that.
So, we have iron making him corporal, burning him, and zapping him with some kind of electricity-like energy, that are also piercing into him, and yet Edwin doesn't scream from the pain initially. There's quiet moaning that you can tell he's holding back, but he doesn't gasp or yell. This is same metal that hurt Charles so badly he couldn't escape in his angriest state. It takes hours of prolonged exposure and gradual increasing of the intensity to make him scream.
The secondary question to this whole thing is just how high is Edwin's pain tolerance that he is able to endure that while withholding making noise?
I can't comprehend it, honestly. Though Edwin spent 70 years in hell being literally torn apart over and over again. We have no idea how long he feels the sensations of his previous body after he respawns or how quickly he does so, especially since the manner of death in this case wouldn't be instantaneously fatal. If his head and heart are in some capacity intact, he'd still be alive for at least a few seconds. As Dr. Alan Grant explains to that kid about raptors in Jurassic Park, you are alive when they start to eat you. It would be believable if Edwin is basically immune to pain unless it's a fucking insane amount of it. I mean, in the Cat King's words to Esther, "Edwin has been through more pain than you, or I, could ever imagine."
That would be pretty fucking crazy if this is all true/accurate.
Is it intentional? Probably not. Could I be reading too much into it, and unintentionally hyperbolizing it? Absolutely. I'm using observation and some information about their characters that I can't actually prove to be true. Maybe I'm just seeing things with the prongs and they're not going through Edwin. I can't prove that Charles would've been angry enough to break out of restraints if they hadn't been made of iron. Maybe iron effects all ghosts differently. Who the hell knows?
Even if I'm not 100% accurate, we do at least know for sure that Edwin has a way higher pain tolerance than anybody else based on the burning hand that he didn't even notice was burning, and how long he was in that device before he started screaming, and that's badass as hell on its own.
(ko-fi)
#dead boy detectives#thoughts: dead boy detectives#charles rowland#jayden revri#edwin payne#george rexstrew#payneland
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Yandere! Revenant harem w/ "queen" darling
A/N: ya'll won't leave me alone about this damn harem lol. ! jkjk I love ya'll but idek what to really add onto the harem stuff like please...I'm dying here. please eat this while I finish my requests.
requests: always open for my baby girls
Warnings: Ya'll should be famillair with the type of time I'm on
masterlist
hypothetically...let's say the original harem failed at protecting you and the revenants won and took you captive *tbh that's the only reason they came*
The revenant harem is all about teamwork, that's why they won. None of them mind sharing you and serving you is their sole purpose of living..well being undead?
You were their prize before they died and now in their afterlife, you are the only thing they can think about. They must protect their living darling from suffering their same fate. You are their queen now, they'll stop at nothing to prove that to you. Before they were playing fair, letting you choose who you wanted but they are done waiting. They are all yours to love.
Once captured by the harem, you will no longer have any life outside of them. You are not going anywhere. They hate the thought of you interacting with the outside world. Seriously, you are on lockdown. They even hate the idea of you visiting your family. They are your family.
were you a champion? Oh, well you're no longer allowed to ever fight or train again. They forbid you because they were all skilled and dedicated their lives to it but now look at them..you cannot get hurt.
Actually anything remotely dangerous is a no go.
There's never a second when you're alone, they're enamored by you. They've most likely built an entire castle for you, fit with a throne only you may be allowed to sit on. bouquets of flowers and jewels gifted at your feet. They bow in your presence and cannot wait to throw themselves at any opportunity to do something for you.
Anything..please anything you want. They'll gladly go to war for you and take over the entirety of the outworld for your ruling. Just say the words and they'd do it. You deserve to be Kahn with your ever so graciousness.
say jump and they'll say how high. If you never felt like walking again your feet won't ever have to touch that filthy ground ever again.
Don't let this fool you though, they are absolutely insane. They are still dangerous yanderes who will collectively punish you for any signs of disobedience. Don't run away, don't fight back or reject them..
Actually...do fight back. come on..they dare you. They love it when their queen plays rough. Who wouldn't want to be punched by you? They'll taunt and mock you while your weak self tries to fight them ...you're hilarious. If you are super powerful and is actually causing trouble, you will be punished by the more intense characters. Do you think you're getting past Raiden?
"A shame I had to use such intense force to subdue you. Although you are very dear to us, do not think for a second are exempt from proper discipline. Your fate will be shortly decided."
punishments range from you having some luxuries revoked to being dropped off in the living forest and left there to fend for yourself for a couple of hours.
You got the absolute worst version of every-single character...like a harem that consists of REVENANT Dark Raiden and Noob Saibot is a harem you def don't wanna mess around and find out with.
I know in the previous harem it seemed like every girl's dream..yeah no. Not this one.
Oh and they also like to control what you wear. Elaborate regal clothing is their favorite, especially with a huge headpiece. Your schedule is also controlled throughout the day. They have everything perfectly balanced to fairly share you and to take shifts protecting your castle. Occasionally though, some will get into fights with each other when one is a bit more needy and tries to hog up your time. The most sought-after time though is when you're either getting ready in the morning or settling down in the evening. To be the one to brush your hair or to help you out of your ridiculous garments is an honor.
I like to imagine that when you sleep, they all gather around your bed, admiring your beauty. none of them are allowed to sleep on your bed, They'll just huddle on the floor around it. reminds me of the quote "sleeping on your floor is better than sleeping in my bed." They all have their own rooms but rather be near you.
they're so far gone, you have to remind them every time you need to use the restroom that no. they cannot follow you in.
"Johnny, no. I need some privacy please."
*on his knees* "But my sweetheart...I just want to offer you some assistance."
"johnny- i have to pee..."
This way of life is completely normal...that's what they keep telling you at least..That their actions are innocent. Oh they just can't bear a second without you, bullcrap. So manipulative. They are still the same grimy men as before lol
Especially Kano and Erron..somehow death just made them have less of a filter.
Do you think Lui Kang, Kung Lao, Hanzo, and Kuai forced the monks and both clans into being your personal army? They're so damn corrupt.
They'll instantly kill anyone who dares to even look at you. It's only their special privilege. Their head will be gifted to you on a silver platter to show their undying devotion. Are you crying? did you not like their gift? They're sorry. Would you have preferred something more?
Speaking of you being upset, if someone in the harem causes you distress they'll be exiled after punishment...that is if they survived it.
#headcanon#imagines#oneshot#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#mk11#mortal kombat 11#yandere johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#yandere kung lao#kano x reader#kuai liang x reader#hanzo hasashi x reader#liu kang x reader#kung lao x reader#erron black x reader#raiden mk11#mortal kombat fandom
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Stranger | Chapter 2
Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]
TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism
Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut (still not in this chapter lmao), No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon what canon
Word Count: 2k
A/N: So... this was posted prematurely a couple hours ago. This is the actual finished longer version. If you don't know what I'm talking about, thank god. Sorry this took so long, lmao
Just letting you guys know that my knowledge of the lore is purely based off of the movies and the Dune wiki rabbit hole I fell into right after watching part two. I also took a few liberties with the canon here.
I'm super open to constructive criticism, or any criticism at all (feel free to absolutely roast me). Like I mentioned, I've never written fanfic before so I'd love to hear your thoughts!
The evening of your first day in Giedi Prime was celebrated with a banquet where you were introduced to the most important people on the planet. You've heard many stories of the ruthlessness and brutality of the Harkonnens, hence surprised by the courtly welcome during the dinner. Although you did your best to politely ignore the Baron who floated at the head of the table being fed by servants.
You were sat beside his nephew who, despite your mother's education, has evaded your insight. You couldn't quite get a read on him.
Feyd-Rautha whispers to you amid the buzzing conversations of the banquet hall, "are you enjoying the food, little hawk?"
You shoot him a questioning look.
"I like your hairpin," he sneers.
You resist from reaching to touch the Atreides symbol affixed in your hair.
"We don't see such ornaments often here." He quietly laughs in his devilish way, only too amused with himself.
Ah, you realize. He means to torment you.
"Seems early for pet names," you say, picking at your plate, "we've only just met."
"Oh, and yet we are to be wed in less than a week's time," his raspy voice rings in your ear, "I should like to be familiar with my future wife, Lady Atreides."
The marriage pact had been signed when you were only a little girl. Inheriting your father's inclinations, you swore you would uphold your duty, undeterred by the gruesome and abhorrent stories about the Harkonnensâbecause you knew that centuries of conflict could end within a generation with this union. You were a willing bride.
And yet.
You give him a smile that, to those not privy to your conversation, would seem genuine, "You know nothing of me, na-Baron."
"I should like to learn," you doubt his sincerity but care not enough to discern it. He takes a smug bite of a forkful of meat, "perhaps tomorrow, you shall learn something of me."
The following morning Iassa helps you into another black gown, this time with a veil in anticipation of the black sun.
"Is it not dangerous for Feyd-Rautha to wager his life for a show?" you question.
"The na-Baron is a skilled fighter, my lady. He will emerge victorious," Iassa is straight-faced as she drapes the veil over you.
"Yes, I do not doubt it, but given he is the Baron's heir. Does it not seem a touch irresponsible to even risk it at all."
Not that you actually cared for his life, you just expected that the Harkonnens would be concerned with the preservation of their house regardless of their brutality. You recall your grandfather who got himself killed fighting bulls for sport.
"The na-Baron will be fighting war prisoners. They will be drugged beforehand. It is perfectly safe, my lady."
"Oh." You couldn't decide if you were disappointed or not, "I see."
Iassa seemed intent on dropping the subject, so you do.
You stand before a mirror and take a look at yourself. It is impossible not to be reminded of your mother. She was never one for vanity, but you like to think there was a part of her that always enjoyed the elegant dresses she and you 'had' to wear. You allow yourself a somber smile behind your veil.
"You look beautiful, my lady," Iassa curtsies.
"Thank you," you look at her bowed figure, gray robes made more dull by the stark black choker on her neck. You were sure she was at least 2 standard years younger than you are and it had only been a few months since you came of age. You wondered if she liked pretty dresses too.
Before you can ask her, there is a knock at your door.
The house steward, Jaromir, clears his throat when Iassa opens it for you, "The na-Baron requests your presence before he enters the arena."
Heavy doors open for you in one of the chambers beneath the arena. You are greeted by the sight of a half-dressed Feyd-Rautha being helped into his armor by a servant.
"Lady Atreides," he looks you up and down, "I hope you slept well."
You bow your head in acknowledgment.
"Your knives, master," a large man whom you assume to be the bladesmith presents Feyd-Rautha with two daggers.
The young Harkonnen takes one and caresses the blade with his fingers.
"I've come to wish the brave na-Baron well before his fight in the arena," you say in false earnestness.
He smiles at your inflation of his ego.
"Though I must say, I am relieved it is all for show. I would not like to see my groom wounded before we are wed."
"For show?" Feyd-Rautha tilts his head and you see his arrogant facade show the slightest crack.
"Yes, I've heard your opponents will be drugged will they not?" your voice dripping with innocence, "to ensure your safety, of course."
His grip on the dagger tightens, "and where did you hear this exactly?"
You sense the awkwardness and tension in the servants. The one who had helped don Feyd-Rautha's armor has quietly retreated to the far side of the chamber. There is a subtle tremble in the hands of one holding a plate of towels. You finally notice the three women piled upon a raised platform glaring at you.
"Just voices around the fortress," you shrug.
A deep breath recovers Feyd-Rautha's smug expression. "Call for the warden," he orders one of the guards by the door, "tell him to prepare new prisoners. Sober ones."
"My lord, you need not endanger yourself," you feign worry.
"Nonsense." The na-Baron walks closer to tower over you, "My lady bride deserves to see my true prowess."
He sees through your challenge, but you don't care. Seeing his self-satisfied smirk wiped from his face for even just a second was worth it.
"Besides," he turns away from you to inspect the second knife, "my darlings enjoy meat that's fought for its life."
The three women sneer at this and you see their sharp teeth as they hiss amongst themselves.
You've heard of Feyd-Rautha's concubines long before you arrived on Giedi Prime. Tales of their taste for human flesh were one of the things that tested your resolve in fulfilling the marriage pact. You didn't mind that the na-Baron would keep other women. It would result in less of his attentions on yourself, you figured. It was their perverse appetite that nauseated you.
A look of revulsion hides behind your veil which you sense they would be all too happy to rip to shreds.
"I will see you in the stands, little hawk," Feyd-Rautha whispers to you as he waves for a guard to escort you out.
You do your best to drown out the noise of what seemed to be a countless audience that came to see the na-Baron fight. You could understand now why they uphold such brutal traditions. The people are so excited for it.
On the other side of the arena, you sense Vladimir Harkonnen watching you from the Baron's Box that towered over the whole arena. The blazing sun only helps you avoid looking in his direction. You were sat at a viewing box, still for nobility and separated from the masses, but much lower and closer to the sands of the arena. Jaromir had told you that you were to 'give the na-Baron your favor'.
Before long, the master of ceremonies announces Feyd-Rautha's entrance in Giedi Prime Speech. They are celebrating his betrothal to you and the union of Harkonnen and Atreides, you translate in your head. You wonder if the people care for the politics of the Great Houses. They seemed no less excited to cheer at your name despite the centuries-old blood feud.
Massive doors open as the na-Baron walks into the arena. His arms outstretched holding his knives like an extension of his limbs. He riles up the crowd as he walks towards the Baron's Box and kneels to his uncle. He then rises and walks toward you, smirking under the stark light of the black sun.
You may not fear earning the Harkonnens' contempt, but you were the Duke of Caladan's daughter and you knew that the favor of the people was invaluable.
You stand and walk to the edge of the viewing box. The glowing smile you reveal as you lift your veil draws cheers from the crowd that rival what Feyd-Rautha received. You produce a pure white handkerchief from your dress pocket and make a show of kissing it and waving the cloth at the buzzing crowd. You throw it off the edge and it floats toward the na-Baron who had moved both daggers to one hand to catch it. He looks up at you with what you think could be the seeds of respect and tucks the cloth into the tight armband around his right bicep.
He turns back to the audience and raises his knives in a war cry. The crowd explodes in guttural cheers and applause. Feyd-Rautha takes his position in the middle of the arena as his first opponent is released into the white sands.
You've heard of the Harkonnen heir's aptitude in single combat. It's time to see if the stories were true or if it was just another part of their menacing facade.
You were handed a pair of spyglasses to observe with. The two fighters approach each other, the prisoner wielding a knife of his own. Feyd-Rautha holds a taunting stance. The prisoner was sober, you were sure, but even without the spyglasses, you could see he was weak. You surmised the Harkonnen cells weren't very hospitable. He attempts a swipe but the na-Baron parries with ease. Another and the na-Baron dodges. Zooming in, you could see Feyd-Rautha's twisted amusement. He was toying with the poor manâand the people loved it.
The crowds cheered at the clashing of metal, thundering when the na-Baron drew first blood by slashig his opponent's arm. It wasn't long before Feyd-Rautha's dagger had impaled the prisoner's heart. There was no pause before a second prisoner was brought out to meet a similar fate.
Feyd-Rautha stood unwounded, seething with exhilaration. He enjoyed this; the thrill of killing. He basked in the roar of the crowd. You had never ended a life before, but some deep part of you could almost understand how he felt in that moment.
A third prisoner enters the arena. He looked older than the first two, bearded and taller. He reminded you of Gurney Halleck, the Atreides Warmaster. This man certainly wasn't at his prime but you could tell he would not go down as easily as the first two.
The warrior holds his blade out in a firm fighting stance, refusing to make the first move. You notice picadors in black suits have entered the arena, circling the na-Baron and his opponent. Feyd-Rautha lunges at the prisoner and a quick series of parries from both sides occur. You see the finesse in the na-Baron's movement. He recognizes his opponent's skill and he is taking this one seriously. You were not sure what you expected of the Harkonnen's fighting style but Feyd-Rautha was vicious but precise. The crowd gasps when the prisoner disarms one of the na-Baron's knives. The warrior manages to get a grip on Feyd-Rautha's armed hand and aims to pierce the na-Baron's neck with his blade. The na-Baron struggled against his hold and the arid air was thick with anticipation.
You were unsure what outcome you desired as you stared through your spyglass. Perhaps this warrior kills your betrothed. What then? Would you really be able to go back to Caladan's windy cliffs again? Return to the arms of your mother as if it were all a bad dream? You wonder if when Feyd-Rautha becomes baron, and you his baroness, could you convince him to let you see your family.
The warrior's blade was dangerously close to your future husband's throat when one of the picadors lashes at the warrior. The na-Baron growls at the offending picador as the warrior is weakened. Feyd-Rautha pushes him off and allows him a moment to recover, taunting him to try again. Blades clash once more and after a sequence of quick ferocious movements, Feyd-Rautha's blade slashes the warrior's throat. Blood made black by the infrared of the sun splatters onto the na-Baron. He licks the darkness that landed on his lips. Heaving, he takes your bloodied handkerchief off his armband and raises it to you and the roaring crowd.
You did not even realize you were already standing, breathless at the sight.
Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]
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