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blooberrries · 1 year ago

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『consequential』 — satoru

— pairing: satoru x afab!reader — wc: 5k — content: mdni, nsfw; vampire au, college/university au, jealous/possessive satoru, blood drinking, vampire bites (chest, neck and arm), alcohol, mutual pining (a distant relative of idiots to lovers), piv sex, love bites (heh literally), standing/sex against the wall (he holds you up the entire time because he's actually insane), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming,he's a bit of a simp really idk if that was planned — notes: got possessed by the Horny Spirit, also not proofread. enjoy? also be gentle with me I haven't written smut in over a year

prompt: ["Oh, don't be cute."] + [“you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”]

While slightly spiteful, your plan had been simple and had about a 50/50 chance of succeeding, with minimal loss to you if it didn’t.

Two weeks ago Gojo Satoru had— after months of asking for it and being denied by you— finally gotten your permission to drink your blood. So he’d gone ahead and bitten you, you’d loved it and probably fell even more annoyingly head over heels for him as a result of the oddly erotic experience, and the way he had acted during the whole ordeal gave you a decent indication that he most definitely felt the same way you did.

You’d expected things to finally change between you after that, hell you’d actually been excited for it.

But instead of leaning into the shift in the dynamic between you, Satoru had instead decided to pretend you didn’t exist and proceeded to completely avoid you for the last two weeks.

(Which is actually quite the feat considering how much overlap there is between your friend groups. But you’re not impressed. You’re mad.)

To say you were upset would be an understatement. Your pride was wounded along with your ego, and you felt foolish and embarrassed and stupidly angsty. The unfortunate reality is that you’re not very good at processing those feelings, so in your time of need you turned to your most faithful, long-time friend: spite.

You know for a fact that Satoru likes the way you smell and taste– it’s one of the many things he’d let slip when sucking the blood ever so gently from the puncture he’d made in the soft flesh of your inner forearm. So you decided to wait until the prime part of your cycle, where the supernatural consensus said humans smelt their best, and you’d procured a tincture from your witch-in-training friend that would accentuate the natural appeal of your blood for certain creatures of the night (she’d assured you it was safe, but you have your own means of defending yourself anyway so you aren’t too worried.)

Then, you’d waltzed your way into a party that was being held at his shared accommodation and made it a point to have fun. The real goal of your plan, besides sticking it to him in the most subtle-not-subtle way ever, was also just to feel better about yourself. Your expectations being upended regarding how you’d hoped things would develop with Satoru had been a big blow and would take some TLC from yours truly to recover from.

You’ve had fun so far, you’re only a drink or so in and pleasantly buzzed, and you’re getting a lot of compliments on your perfume. You can’t exactly tell them you’re not wearing anything but eau de spite, but it does feel nice nonetheless. Each comment is like a balm to your poor, chafed ego. The only wrench in the works is that as expected, not long after you arrived, Satoru noticed you.

And then proceeded to continue in his efforts to avoid and ignore you. He’d disappeared into the throng of people on the other side of the house before you could even blink.

It takes a strongly mixed cocktail, courtesy of Shoko who you’re not sure isn’t trying to kill you with the alcohol content of these drinks, for you to settle your fuming. This is stupid— no, he’s stupid. Stupid sexy vampire with his stupid pretty eyes and stupid pretty face. How dare he let you make a fool of yourself by thinking there could be anything more between you! You never should have let him bite you. At least then things would still be the same and you wouldn’t be so torn between throttling him and kissing him.

Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of your drink. Despite the superficial fruity flavour it burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn’t come back up. You’re no longer uncertain; you’re confident this cocktail is an attempt on your life.

It’s as you’re nursing that drink and leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, that you sense someone approach you. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as you look up, surprise filtering through you once you register the figure by your side.

“Hey.”

Your brows shoot up, a small grin tugging your lips. “Oh? Long time no see, Mei Mei. What cave have you crawled out of to be here tonight?”

The snow-haired woman rolls her eyes, lips twitching. Her tongue darts to swipe over the tip of a pointed canine.

“Oh, you know, every homebody has to come out to play every once in a while.” Her nose twitches, and she leans forward slightly to inhale. Her eyes flutter wide in pleasant surprise. “Well, don’t you smell absolutely divine tonight. Special occasion?”

Kind of, but you’re not about to tell her that. Mei Mei can be a decent enough acquaintance so long as you keep her at arm’s length.

“I’m trying something new,” you answer simply. She hums, and when her body angles towards you again ever so slightly you become aware of the most odd, prickly sensation. It tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, and you fight the peculiar urge to turn and look around. All you’d see is dancing bodies and stumbling drunks, anyway.

“It suits,” Mei Mei purrs with a smile that makes you a little nervous. Music throbs against your body so strongly that for a moment you’re not sure whether the beat you’re feeling in your chest belongs to your heart or the song. “Though you ought to be careful going on campus smelling like that. You’ll lure in every bloodsucker in a five-mile radius.”

You suppose that means the tincture is doing its job. The way her eyes are appraising your pulse points keeps you feeling nervous, though. Perhaps… it wasn’t the best idea to make yourself smell so scrumptious after all. There are more than a few loose canons in the area.

It’s a little too late for regrets now, though. At this point you just gotta double down and own the decision.

“Noted,” you say, taking a hearty sip of your death-in-a-cup. The burn is now a pleasant distraction. You smile at Mei Mei and feel that prickly, hot feeling increase tenfold. What is that?!

The sensation has your heart rate elevating slightly, and it must make the aroma of your blood a little stronger because the vampire before you lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering shut. Almost like it’s instinct, she takes a step closer and leans her head towards the crook of your neck. Your startle is almost imperceptible, and you’re thankful that the top you opted for is one that saved the neck exposure for a well-placed boob window instead. The fabric covering half the expanse of your throat is probably the only reason you don’t freak out at her actions.

Her nose brushes your skin, dragging up the column of your throat until it flirts with the bottom of your earlobe. Your heart skips a beat before tumbling into a full gallop. It’s different to how it felt with Satoru— you don’t like this nearly as much. Your legs tense with the urge to leave.

“Really,” she says, purring your name. “You’ve got me feeling quite peckish. Won’t you let me have a little sn–“

A grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the person of the hour, the vampire you went to all this effort to torment in the hopes he would want you again. Wow, it doesn’t sound great when you think of it like that. The alcohol is certainly not helping your self-esteem right now.

Satoru’s pretty baby-blues are dark, pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He almost looks like the slightest pressure would have him snapping in half. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth and descended fangs.

“Come with me. Now.”

You don’t get the chance to bid Mei Mei farewell, not that you really want to, and the last thing you see as you’re dragged out of the room is her waving a manicured hand your way, mouthing a playful ‘goodbye’. She looks far too amused for your comfort.

Right now, Satoru is nothing like the cheeky, carefree, shit-stirring bastard you’ve come to know and love. That isn’t to say you’re completely opposed to it, because the way he looks like know is a pretty big turn-on. But still – the difference is startling. You’re not sure how to navigate the situation.

Before you know it you’ve been unceremoniously relocated to his bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud THUD.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space is that of the music beyond the wooden barrier. The bass is no longer indistinguishable with your heart beat – the stuttering rhythm that echoes against your rib cage is all you.

Satoru inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should, heat winding pleasantly up your spine.

“What was that?” He demands, brows snapping together. It takes you a moment to realise that he’s most likely referring to Mei Mei being horny on main just before. His massive frame boxes you in against the door in such a way that you’re almost embarrassed by how much it makes your tummy flutter.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

“Oh, don’t be cute.” The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Satoru’s eyes flick to your forearm, where the slightest bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

“I told you.” Satoru’s words leave in a snarl, his fingers firm against the flesh of your hips. His own body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of it, the tingle of electricity that arcs between you. “That I would be able to smell it if another vampire so much as breathed near you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting chummy with one in my own home?”

You can easily recall him saying that to you almost a fortnight ago, when he had been commenting that he could tell you hadn’t been bitten before thanks to his sharp senses and all that. You didn’t think he was lying. You are surprised that he cares, though. Something like indignation bubbles beneath your lungs, because how dare the bastard spout that shit when he just spent the last two weeks since your ‘encounter’ pretending you didn’t exist.

“Not sure why you give a shit,” you retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. “Seemed like you were done with me after you finally got that taste you wanted so bad.”

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second amongst the agitation on his features. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

“I really was just a Sip ‘n’ Dip to you, huh,” you scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. “At least now I know the only thing you want from me is my blood. Really saved me some grief there, Satoru.”

“Excuse me?”

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you’ve physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

“By the way, as far as I’m aware, biting me once doesn’t give you any exclusive rights to my blood, so where the hell do you get off getting so shitty because someone else took a whiff–“

Satoru snaps.

“I don’t just want your blood,” he snarls, lips curling away from pin-prick sharp fangs. He has the nerve to look insulted. “I want you, you stupidly oblivious pain in my ass. All of you.”

He then leans in, erasing any foreign scents lingering on you and replacing it with something of his own, whatever pheromone bullshit vampires do. You’re too busy trying to stop your heart from having palpitations to focus on it too much because what the fuck did he just say—

“Do you have any idea how close I am to losing myself to a frenzy, like a fucking fledgling?!” His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, and then teeth, razor-sharp and full of promise, drag over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, god you want him so, so badly.

“I haven’t fed since then because I can’t get the taste of you out of my head, and I can’t stomach anything else. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second the venom kicked in for you.” Satoru’s words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp. Warmth begins to trickle thinly from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, and he moans. You’re so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. “Just like now.”

He moves lower and lower, hauling you off the floor and completely into his hold so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. Suddenly in the air, you can’t help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips – which, in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both echo a groan.

“Coward,” you manage to pant, out of sheer spite if nothing else. “Stupid idiot. I clearly want you. I literally could not have been any more obvious, you’re so –“

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to get a good flow. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the venom from the initial bite already transmuting the pain into heady pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat. Perhaps one of the best perks of the venom is that after that first dose settles in, the only part of the process left for you to feel is pleasure.

Even while you’re unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made and drinks from you, you manage to continue insulting him.

“You’re so stupid, why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks huh?” A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing you further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his cock grinding against you through layers of clothing. “All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, ngh fuck–“

He pulls back enough that you can see the flush in his face, the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over swollen lips. His brows are furrowed, but he’s too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

“There are some things you can’t take back,” he grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. “Especially for my kind. If I didn’t stay away, I probably would have ended up doing one of those things.”

Your core positively throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now has you more irritable than usual. “Satoru, I wouldn’t have let you drink from me if I wasn’t interested in everything else it would entail—“

“You don’t understand,” Satoru groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. The material of your top remains, and he yanks it down below your aching breasts, watching with rapt attention as they bounce free heavily. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen globes. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel slick arousal trickling from your aching cunt with each new miniscule bite Satoru delivers, but honestly at this point you’re too horny to be embarrassed.

“I already want everything you can give me, and more.” He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. “I want every single part of you and I don’t want to share. This is the way I am built. I can’t do this with you again and let you go afterwards. I want you to be mine.”

You probably shouldn’t find that as romantic as you do, but aren’t really in a position to psycho-analyse your response right now. It’s not all that surprising, either, since you recall someone mentioning to you before how strongly vampires bond with their partner when they finally make their choice. As it happens, his confession serves to not only make your heart soar but your pussy throb. You’ve been pining for this man for years, so even amongst the haze of lust clouding your mind you don’t have to think about how to respond to it.

This is, after all, the solution you were hoping for two weeks ago.

“I don’t want you to let me go, or take anything back. Please bite me again, mark me up–” You pause to gasp, Satoru having shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, likely discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, snowy strands of hair tickling your cheeks as you do so. “And please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

Something snaps in him, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

A feral snarl escapes him, a gravelly “fuck” the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, fangs retracting once blood wells to the surface, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn’t a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. That free hand that was at your slit has made quick work of his pants and is now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

You expected him to be well-endowed, and you’re not at all disappointed. Satoru’s cock is fat and long, and with one roll of his hips it spears right into you. There is no resistance, you’re far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by such a monster quite literally knocks the breath out of you. You hardly recognise the noise that escapes you as one of your own, hands gripping the vampire’s hair and shoulder so tightly you’d be worried about hurting him if he was human. He isn’t, though, and without even noticing your grip continues drinking from you while latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Satoru rolls his hips back with a moan, the fat head of his cock dragging against your walls as he does so, and then slams it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting so deep inside that you honest to god think it has you seeing stars. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he fucks up into your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

“FUCK.” He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs where they melt into your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His crystalline eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you– and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You oblige, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Almost. You have to bite back a scream at how fucking good it feels, the pressure and pace and just how full you feel. You can feel yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

With the combination of his venom’s aphrodisiac effects and the sheer amount of time you’ve spent longing for this, you don’t imagine you’re going to last much longer. If the unforgiving pace of Satoru’s hips is anything to go by, you estimate the same to be the case for him.

He groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure – your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling of your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already-healing chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

“Mine,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His baby-blue eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his cock hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, wanton cry. “You’re all mine.”

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think – all you can feel – is the throbbing pleasure of his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot, and needy, and his oversized canines scrape your bottom lip more than once, and yet all you can do is return the fervour in between moans and whines. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you feel in your bones that you’re really not going to last much longer at this rate.

Satoru releases your mouth with a final nip, and moves his head to nestle it in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He groans, low and long, and the vibration turns to a shiver as it travels over your skin. His lips begin to move.

“Say it.”

You struggle to think let alone figure out what he wants, lost in the current of your rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers pick up speed, aided by the generous amount of arousal still gushing from your pussy in between thrusts. It takes everything you have not to scream, your hips bucking.

“Say it,” he says again, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. “Please, say it.”

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. “Fuck! I’m– I’m yours, all yours! God, fuck—“

Satoru’s pace stutters, undone by your pussy clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you’re riding in the wake of what has to be the strongest orgasm of your life. Those vampiric toxins are no joke.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deep— deeper than he’s ever bitten you before— and tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his cock throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a wanton groan as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold and his length still buried inside you. Ignoring how hot that is, you decide to view the action from a purely romantic light and nearly melt into the mattress.

Vaguely, you register the thumping club beats still booming beyond the confines of the room. Evidently the party was still ongoing.

“This wasn’t how I planned for today to go,” he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. He nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone. “I was going to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

You snort; that’s likely.

“… This is how I planned for today to go, though.”

He huffs a laugh before pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to enable you further. He allows for another few moments to pass, and in that time you let your own eyes flutter closed.

“You can’t change your mind, by the way,” he says suddenly, tone odd. You open your eyes and turn to see his crystalline gaze directed to your neck, where the latest of his bite marks sits proudly. “I may have done one of those things I can’t take back.”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not as bad of a thing as he thinks it to be.

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theodorenmyth · 7 months ago

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OKAY BESTIE I GOT AN IDEA 😋BAZINGA!

Okay so imagine Theodore with a male!reader who literally is non-verbal with people they don’t knows but since Theodore knows reader since childhood. He already knows what reader sounds like and uses that advantage like “I know what they sound like and you don’t.” As a way to seem special. It’s a funny lil thingy

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary ; You've always been non-verbal around people you don’t know, but Theodore Nott is the exception. Knowing you since childhood, he’s the only one who’s ever heard your voice. Theodore takes pride in this, often teasing his friends about how special he is for knowing what you sound like. When a moment of teasing unexpectedly leads to you laughing out loud, the entire Slytherin common room is left in shock. But as always, Theodore’s by your side, reminding everyone—and you—that he’s the only one who truly understands you.

A/N :; OFCCC ANYTHIH FOR U BBY

warnings); none

Word count ; 900+

You've always been quiet. Not just the shy type or the introverted kind, but truly non-verbal around people you don't know. It’s not that you’re incapable of speaking—you just don’t feel the need to. Why waste words on people who don’t matter? Your parents tried to fix it, forcing you into speech therapy and social situations, but you stood your ground, remaining silent as ever.

Theodore Nott, however, was the exception. He’s known you since childhood, back when you’d babble nonsense at the age of three and he was the only one you trusted enough to talk to. Through the years, your silence solidified around others, but with Theo, it was different. He knew what you sounded like and used it to his advantage whenever he could.

Today was no different.

“Oi, Theo! Your friend here doesn’t talk much, does he?” Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin with a penchant for getting under people’s skin, lounged on one of the common room couches, watching you with curious eyes.

You kept your gaze on the book in your lap, pretending not to hear him.

Theodore, leaning against the wall beside you, smirked. “That’s because he doesn't talk to people he does not like.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “And yet, he talks to you? That’s saying something.”

“I’m special,” Theodore said, his voice dripping with mock arrogance. “I know what he sounds like, and you don’t.”

“Lucky you,” Blaise muttered, rolling his eyes. “Must be nice having a conversation partner who only speaks when it’s convenient.”

You shot Theodore a glance, silently telling him to stop teasing Blaise. But Theodore just winked at you.

“It is nice,” Theo continued, ignoring your look. “And you know what the best part is? He's got the sweetest voice. Soft, smooth.. too bad you’ll never hear it.”

Pansy Parkinson, who had been listening from the armchair across the room, snickered. “You’re such a brat, Theo. Let the rest of us in on the secret, yeah?”

“Nope,” Theodore replied smugly. “It’s all mine.”

You rolled your eyes, closing your book with a sigh. Theodore’s antics were relentless, and while you appreciated that he was trying to keep things light, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by all the attention.

Draco, who had been reading by the fire, finally looked up. “You know, Theo, you should really be careful. What if one day he starts talking to someone else?”

Theodore’s expression faltered for a split second before he quickly recovered. “Not going to happen, Malfoy. We’ve got an understanding, don’t we?” He nudged you gently with his elbow.

You gave him a small, teasing smile and nodded, much to Draco’s amusement.

“You’re all mad,” Blaise declared, stretching out on the couch. “But I suppose it’s not surprising, considering the company we keep.”

Pansy leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Theo. Just a little hint? What does he sound like?”

Theodore sighed dramatically, making a show of considering her request. “Alright, alright. I suppose I can give you something..”

You tensed slightly, wondering what Theo was planning to do. He wouldn’t, would he?

“He sounds like..” Theodore paused, casting you a sideways glance before grinning. “..like a songbird at dawn. Soft, melodic, and absolutely captivating.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the sound escaping before you could stop it. The others in the room froze, their eyes widening as they stared at you in shock.

Pansy’s jaw dropped. “Did.. did he just laugh?”

“Did you hear that?” Blaise asked, sitting up so quickly he almost slipped off the couch.

Even Draco seemed stunned, his usually cool demeanor cracking slightly. “Well, that’s a first.”

Theodore grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “See? I told you he has the sweetest voice.”

Pansy pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not fair! Why doesn't hevlaugh like that around us?”

You ducked your head, cheeks warming under their scrutiny. You never intended to break your silence in front of them, but Theodore always had a way of pulling reactions out of you.

“Because,” Theodore said, leaning in closer to you, his voice low and teasing, “he likes me more.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, mouthing a silent 'fuck off' that only he could see.

He chuckled, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side hug. “Don’t worry, I won’t let them bother you anymore.” Then, in a louder voice for the others, he added, “That’s enough for today, folks. Show’s over.”

Blaise and Pansy groaned in disappointment, while Draco just shook his head with a smirk.

“You’re insufferable, Theo,” Pansy muttered, but there was no real heat in her words. “If he ever decide to talk to me, I’m stealing him from you.”

“Fat chance,” Theodore shot back, his arm still around you. “He's stuck with me for life.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a look that said everything you couldn’t say out loud. He squeezed your shoulder gently, understanding you perfectly.

“Alright, alright,” Blaise said, standing up and stretching. “I’m going to bed. Good luck keeping him all to yourself, Theo.”

As the others started to leave, the common room quieted down, the only sounds left being the crackling fire and the soft rustle of pages as you reopened your book.

Theodore didn’t move, his arm still comfortably around you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yeah.." You said while nodding, leaning into him slightly.

“You know,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I really am special.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Whatever." You muttered. He was right, after all. Theodore was special—your one exception in a world of silence.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Breaking the Rules.

If anyone ever caught him like this, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to recover. The sound of footsteps wandering a little too close to one of the many abandoned classrooms at the infamous Night Raven College made the hairs on his skin stand up straight with fear, and his soft, labored breathing ceased entirely for a few moments. He'd probably prefer if the ground magically opened up and swallowed him whole, wiping him completely off the face of the world entirely, then to ever be exposed in such a public and lewd demeanor.

It's unbecoming of a young man like himself to be treated in such a humiliating manner. The position he held at Night Raven College was supposed to set him apart from the other 'stragglers' and 'peasants' on campus. It was supposed to show his competence to lead his dorm, his dignity, and his grace. It was all he knew, as he had sacrificed his entire youth for it. An overbearing childhood stuck at a wooden desk and an uncomfortable chair in his designated room, loveless and aggressive words from a guardian who already had his future planned out for him, a lack of physical affection that he now yearns for, and a myriad of sleepless nights and tired mornings staring at the fine print of thousands of textbooks have sculpted him into who he is.

Yet, his current display was significantly less than dignifying. It destroyed and demolished the entire image he had been creating and perfecting over the past 17 years. Instead, portraying how pathetic and touch-starved he truly was, for the smallest scraps of affection and approval, when he had accepted a handjob from the infamous NRC prefect fighting against overblots left and right ever since they had landed themselves in this mystical world.

Though handjob wasn't truly the correct term to describe this scene, Instead, it was more you holding your fist open and him humping pitifully through the hole in your hand as you occasionally squeezed down on him; his back leaned into your chest as you leaned against the wall of the empty classroom. Through the midst of his foggy and melted mind, he heard your soft coos towards him, your soft kisses pressing down his cervical vertebrae (boom, nursing major!).

His body felt hot, way warmer than it usually was in his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to claw his way out of yours and his clothes, craving skin-to-skin contact with you. Yet, all he is given is a hushed whisper as soon as he attempts to speak through choked groans.

"Shhh...just feel my dear. Don't speak. Don't want anyone to see you like this do we." Crooning gently in his ear as you blow streams of cool air on his lobes.

The words are caught in a lump in his throat as his mind screams at him to tell you what he wanted—no needed in this moment. Yet he can't. His tongue is heavy, and his sentences fall flat as he tries not to tear up from how good you're making him feel. This sort of pleasure was unknown to him; doing such a thing in his mother's house was taboo of the greatest extent and would surely end in her screeching at him, just as she does whenever he does something she does not approve of, and though he had knowledge of the reproduction system in high detail thanks to the numerous textbooks, nothing could have prepared him for the prickly feeling running through his veins and the gentle cramping of his balls as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening to him and why he does not want it to stop.

Your hand clutches down gingerly once more for a mere moment, still not entirely wrapped around him as he desperately fights the urge to ask you to do more, not wanting to sound greedy or ungrateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you've given him despite the whereabouts. So, he simply grits his teeth and looks down in shame, quickly noticing the generous amounts of slick wetness now slathering your hand and his dick from his pre-cum alone, embarrassed to be this aroused by such a simple act.

He grimaces internally at the scene but is quickly caught off guard as he suddenly does less of the humping and your hand grips around him entirely, and your ministrations become much heartier as you move back and forth quickly, causing a huge spike in the pleasure he was feeling and bringing back the returning tightness in balls that now lingers in his stomach as well.

This time he has no choice but to speak, the hastened pace throwing him head-first into something he has never been accustomed to, with his words slurred and stuttered as he tries to assemble a coherent sentence. "W-wait..to much..f-feels-."

Yet, his words fly right past your ears and are cut even shorter as you take pleasure in his uncomposed state, his jaw slacks, and as his nails dig into your thighs for comfort and grounding, his uniform more wrinkled than it has ever been since you've met. As he babbles incoherent words drowned out by a wretched whimper, your hand is coated in runny dribbles of whitish-translucent cum as tears prick his eyes as heaves and pants his body, shivering from sensitivity alone.

Suddenly his face blooms into a beautiful shade of red similar to the as the roses he forces all the students, misbehaving or well-behaved alike, to paint continuously every week as followers under the Queen of Hearts, an intense shiver running through his entire vertebrae until it ends at the coccyx, as time seemingly slows down as you push your cream-covered fingers in your mouth, a 'pop' reverberating from your lips.

He sighs shakily, as he composes himself, ready to speak a phrase of how disgusting and unappealing such a thing is, but before he can, you knock the wind out of his lungs, just like everything else you do.

"You taste sweet. Keeping eating all of those tarts." He buries his face in hands, as you giggle, knowing that you owe Ms. Rosehearts a sincere handwritten apology along with chocolates and wine for corrupting her son to a point of no return, because now he's addicted to you in all the wrong (right) ways.

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scurvgirl · 3 months ago

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Kissing Crows

I think Rook and Lucanis should kiss more. Minor spoilers for Lucanis's arc. (Rating: T) Rook is not specified other than using she/her pronouns.

There should have been a kiss after A Murder of Crows. I fix.

Rook could have sworn there was inuendo laced within Lucanis's words when he insisted they depart from Villa Dellamorte. "I have plans." Her entire body, aching from fighting Venatori, tingled at the thought. A girl could get by on heated glances, near touches, and a near kiss only so much after all.

When the team arrived back at the Lighthouse, Lucanis insisted on changing into his off-duty attire (she refused to call a waistcoat more comfortable - comfortable was worn leather, soft fabrics, not buttons and ties). She got that - blood got stinky if not tended to quickly enough and she could only guess how hot his leathers got with all the buckles and straps and dramatic swoops.

She figured he'd find her afterwards. He did not.

So, Rook left her quiet meditation room and headed for the larder. She found him in his natural habitat - in the kitchen, brooding over a cup of coffee.

Truly.

She poked at him. He smiled, then made a vague reference to how she was important to him. Nothing outright, of course, that would be too much.

Her heart sank as he seemed content to return to sipping his coffee. Well. That was that. First Talon and he just wanted...coffee.

She turned from him, about to walk away when...no. No. This was absurd! He either wanted to be with her or he didn't and she was over these suggestions of more. She didn't want a suggestion, she needed a confirmation.

Rook turned back to him and maybe a bit of her irritation showed on her face because Lucanis raised a brow,

"Rook?"

"We have been through some tough shit together, Lucanis. I've helped you and now I need your help."

He leaned forward, immediately concerned, "What do you need of me?"

"I need you to tell me why two people who are clearly attracted to each other, who respect each other, who want to be with each other...aren't with each other. Because I've made my desire known and for a moment, in the larder, I thought you did too but..." Alright, she was running out of steam and it didn't help that his face had morphed from shock to embarrassed pain.

"I did. Do. It is complicated."

"Explain."

"Spite...it is one thing to be with me, but Spite..."

"You're worried about me fucking the demon in you?"

He coughed, blushed, recoiled in the least graceful move she had ever seen from him. It only endeared her more to him.

Before he could recover enough to respond, she was stepping forward, "I have seen you, all of you, and Spite. I have walked in your mind, felt your heart, fought beside Spite, helped Spite. He does not worry me."

"How? If I lost control while we...I cannot let that happen."

"Then we set the expectation with Spite. It's not like he can't be reasoned with. Watch."

"You cannot seriously -

"Hey, Spite. Spite!"

"Smells like beans and desire!"

"You bet it does. I want to make a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yeah. When Lucanis and I are intimate together, you let him run things in the body, full stop - no manifesting."

Spite's face twisted into disgust, "Why would I do that? I don't. Taste flesh."

"So you agree you won't manifest if I kiss Lucanis?"

"No! Too much!"

"Great. Lucanis!"

Spite receded as a very perturbed Lucanis pushed through - purple fading from warm brown.

"Rook."

"Lucanis." She was on him in a second - knees suddenly beside his thighs, hands gently cupping his face as she leaned down. He didn't turn away.

He smelled like coffee and he was so warm. His beard and mustache tickled but she didn't mind. Instead, she moved her lips over his, feeling his warmth and taking in every moment.

In the end, it was Lucanis who opened his mouth first. The kiss deepened with mutual sighs of long awaited pleasure. Her body relaxed more firmly against his while his hands ran up her back. She tasted his coffee, his heat, the slight tingle of electricity of his possession, but most importantly - she tasted him.

They broke the kiss to breathe only to find themselves liplocked into another kiss - this time with Lucanis guiding her so that her head rested with the cradle of his elbow while he plundered her mouth his his. His fingertips grazed up her jawline. Her hands sank into his long hair. And they kissed and kissed and kissed until their lips were reddened and their eyes hooded with amorous affection.

She smiled softly, trailing a finger down his jaw, "Congrats on becoming First Talon."

Laughter, pure and simple escaped him. "You are a wonder, Rook. Thank you." He kissed her again.

#lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook #dragon age #veilguard #the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #rookanis #veilguard spoiler #smooches

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krispycreamcake · 6 months ago

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hihi could u do sakamaki with like a former (or current!) idol s/o? also i LOVED your x reader fic i think ive read it like 3 times 😭😭

From author: OH MY GOD THANK YOUUUUU I APPRECIATE THIS SM

Sakamaki brothers with an ex idol s/o

Shu Sakamaki

🎻- I don't imagine he's the type to keep up to date with pop culture or any celebrities nowadays. He'll know some mainstream artists simply for the fact that he literally can't avoid hearing about them

🎻- Unless your music is suuuper popular, he has no idea who you were

🎻- Now depending on why you stopped being an idol, this could be a good thing since he wouldn't recognize you and have assumptions about you

🎻- Now on the off chance that he DOES know who you are, he'll either tease/make fun of your style of music or compliment you

🎻- I beg, do not take his mean girl bs to heart, this man listens to classical music, he of all people shouldn't be judging anyone's music. Ever

🎻- He'll definitely ask you to sing for him just so he could hear your vocal range (perhaps for other reasons than just curiosity)

🎻- Now when he does inevitably realize you were an ex idol, his immediate question is why'd you stop even though he won't voice it

🎻- He'll be glad that you told him as it relieves him of the hassle of getting in your personal business

🎻- As your boyfriend, his top priority is keeping you alive and safe, and trust that he knows how creepy fans can be. Which is why when you're out in public, he makes sure to always know where you are 24/7, keep your face covered with either a scarf or a hat or even his chest

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️- I'm sorry to all you Reiji fans out there, but his top concern is the fact that you both are involved romantically

☕️- Now I'm not saying he doesn't want to be in a relationship and all that, but similar to Shu he knows how obsessive fans can get and is slightly worried that because of that, you'll eventually find out who or what he truly is

☕️- And the only reason I say this, is because of the influence his father has due to how well known he is throughout Japan, and if anyone were to connect the dots and realize that Reiji was his son, with sufficient research, certain things mightn't add up (well that's his biggest fear at least)

☕️- If anything, he's proud that you were able to make something of yourself with your musical talent unlike a certain someone

☕️- The obvious question is why you stopped being an idol, and not like his brother, he'd outright ask you what happened

☕️- He'd do his own research on you and wouldn't even realize that he's spent about an hour and a half looking at fan pages of you and your official website

☕️- When he does realize however, he'd get slightly embarrassed by the fact that he was infatuated by a screen version of you when he has the real you at his fingertips

☕️- If you didn't tell him you used to be an idol and he had to find out on his own, he'll think you're hiding other important parts of your life from him and he'd have a bit of an issue trusting you

Ayato Sakamaki

🏀- Yours truly is dating and idol?? Of course he's bragging to his brothers any chance he gets

🏀- Jokes about how you meeting him was destiny since he wouldn't like his s/o being fawned over by the entirety of Japan

🏀- Asks you about your experiences as an idol, like if you ever had any creepy fan interactions, your type of fan base, how dealing with your managers used to be

🏀- Just know that both Ayato and Reiji are on their s/o's wiki page late up at night (day?)

🏀- Is honestly in love with your stage costumes and absolutely adores your choreography (I have a small hc that ayato can breakdance so he has an appreciation for modern dance styles)

🏀- Gets extremely jealous and annoyed that you used to be shipped with any other pop idols

🏀- Remember that wiki page thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah he'll see the recommended search being "Are your name and random idol dating?" And literally never recover

🏀- "Who do those bastards think you belong to? Ore-sama's your one true match so those other fuckers can piss the hell off!"

🏀- Badly imitates your performances as a means to make fun of you but you always end up laughing with him by the end of it and even joins him

Laito Sakamaki

🃏- He probably knew you were an idol before you did honestly

🃏- Okok jokes aside, he knows who you are and if you think you can lie to him about it, he WILL find a way to contradict you in your own lie

🃏- Honestly, he sometimes even listens to your music

🃏- Laito pegs me as the type of guy to let all your fans know who you belong to

🃏- BEFORE YOU BLOW MY HOUSE UP, yes, I am aware that that's more Ayato's schtick

🃏- But hear me out, if you were Laito and you were dating a super hot, super talented ex idol, would you not leave hickeys in places all their fans could see?

🃏- Think of all the drama you could cause, hearing all their futile guesses on which famous idols could have done it

🃏- He would have a fielddddd day with you, listening to all the gossip about the kind of person you are when he knows none of it is true

🃏- Like all others, he's painfully aware of how weird and obsessive fans can get, so he takes time out of his day to scour the sketchiest of accounts making sure none of your private info is leaked

🃏- He follows you around like a lost puppy just to make sure you aren't idolnapped

🃏- Genuinely sings your songs really well and has at home duets with you

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸- I don't think he keeps up with pop culture THAT much, but he knows general artists

🧸- When he finds out who you are (if you decide not to tell him) he would be pissed ngl

🧸- It's not like he's just a random stranger that you just met, you're supposed to love him and trust him with any and everything

🧸- He'll probably ask you to do some dark twisted thing to prove yourself to him

🧸- He's so in love with your style, like he WISHES you were still an idol so he could sew your outfits

🧸- Actually scratch that, he still makes them for you when you need to do a random ad that a company paid you to do

🧸- He treats you as his own personal mannequin

🧸- From hair, to clothes, to makeup, to nails, he'll do it all

🧸- He asks you to sing with him and it's become his favourite activity

🧸- Sitting on the balcony edge at night with no one to disturb the both of you as his hand cradles yours, your both voices singing in absolute harmony, he physically cannot get enough

🧸- "Mother would make me sing until my vocal chords bled, I doubt you had to do anything as extreme, right doll? Besides, I'm the only one who should be causing you pain."

Subaru Sakamaki

🥀- I know he doesn't look like it, but he's very up to date with pop culture

🥀- He could spot you instantly in a crowded room

🥀- Yes, he's one of your biggest fans ever

🥀- He literally knows the lyrics to most of your songs and would sing them at karaoke

🥀- If you don't mention that you're an ex idol, he'd be glad since that gives him less of an opportunity to embarrass himself

🥀- Stays up thinking about how he's literally dating his idol

🥀- This however makes him wayyyy more of a tsundere than he already is

🥀- He'll act like he knows absolutely nothing about you but somehow knows your favourite colour, animal, food and whether you prefer coffee or tea

🥀- Yeah he will pretend he's never heard of you before but you'll soon catch on when you hear him humming one of your songs when he doesn't think anyone's around

🥀- The only person that can confirm your suspicions are Shu since it wouldn't be the first time this has happened

🥀- Once everything was out in the open, he'd slowly become just a tiny bit more confident in himself and ask the age old question "Why did you quit?"

🥀- Gets jealous with how many of your fans are freaks that make thirst edits of you

🥀- Please reassure him that he's enough for you

🥀- When you're dating a literal pile of talent, you begin to second guess yourself

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fickstueck-fs14 · 1 month ago

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Joyful Anticipation

or: Paying the price for your new name fickstück

Kristin von Stahlschmerz

He’s already tied up for the whipping, spreadeagled in the middle of the room. Its body wide open and unprotected. This night will be hard for him, as the number of lashes it has to receive tonight is 228. The number has been determined by the attention it rose with a special post on my blog, a vote for its name. To use this vote to determine the number of lashes was an idea of a lovely friend of mine: Lady Eve. Thank you my Dear for this wonderful suggestion. I must admit I never had thought the number would rise that high.

He never has had so many lashes in a single whipping session but then for everything there is a first time.

The whipping is going to last about four hours, as I use the single tail and he will be given approximately one minute after every lash to recover from the previous and prepare for the next lash. Maybe there will be breaks in between when he stays chained but the chains are loosened so he may sit or lie on the floor. But he must stay in the room, on the whipping platform, until the 228 have been delivered. Poor fickstück.

He tries to be brave, but his resolve barely lasts beyond the first stroke. The lash cuts him like a burning brand, inflicting an agony unlike anything he has ever experienced.

Again and again, I lay the whip across his belly and chest and thighs and back. I hear him crying out, pleading with me to stop. He - no: it - because a slave does not deserve a human pronoun - It succumbs to horribly shaming writhing in hopes of dissipating the pain and trying in futile desperation to twist away from the cruel whip.

Then comes the terrible wait for the next lash.

When the tip of the hissing leather curls into its armpit, it cries out piteously into its gag for me to stop, sensing that the tip has cut its skin and knowing that it cannot possibly stand it anymore.

But there is no respite, only new torment — each lash horrifying, shocking, and impossible to bear — a pain and violation too awful to absorb. It thinks it cannot not possibly endure it, but fastened securely as it is, it has no choice.

I pause for a moment or two and caress his face, gently wiping away the saliva and the tears. You poor thing. You don‘t sense my irony but feel save for a moment.

“Its time for the next one,” I say. „Then it will be all over. For a while. Just five minutes more. You can bear it for five minutes surely? Then I will give you a break.”

“No, no. For Godess’ sake, no!” it screams into its gag. „I truly cannot bear this any longer. No I cannot stand it for another second let alone five minutes!“

„Who cares“ I reply softly. “No one care what you think you can bear. It is my decision what you have to endure.”

When it had caught its breath and stifled its sobs I deliver the next one. The pain brings it into a state it had never experienced before – a state where nothing exists except for the pain of the whip. It looks like it is slipping into some sort of drug-state as its body goes limp and it ceases struggling or fighting against the inevitable. Its body stops tensing up and it gives itself over completely to the pain.

I have broken its will now.

I see water flow down its thighs as its bladder releases itself.

Embarrassed, it helplessly tries to tightly squeeze its restrained legs together. But each time it pulls up to breathe, I can see the urine dribbling down its legs.

Again and again, it can feel the dribbling. It is nearly impossible for him to hold it anymore. Finally, it spreads his legs as much as it can and, realizing it can not hold it anymore, releases the trapped fluids. I can hear the splatter the jet of urine makes as it strucks the bare floor below it. I literally feel its shame as it spreadeagled hangs in its restrains in front of me - unable to clean itself according to the dictates of civilization.

Then, when it can no longer distinguish each stroke, and it has surrendered itself to the inevitability of this going on for ever, or at least for the next hours, I find it collapsing in a near faint. It realizes then that it is temporarily over and I have put aside the cruel whip.

I look at him and in his face. „Look at me!“ I command. And when his broken eyes meet mine „Thank me,” I say. And he thanks me.

“And now say ‘Thank You Lady Eve.’”

By hearing her name his shaft starts growing hard, erecting, then pointing at me like accusing me.

What an impertinent arrogance! What a disrespect towards my dear friend, the one who had the idea of making him pay for every vote he got.

But no worries. This is barely the first step within the procedure and when we are finished I am sure he will not be able and even less want to present such an impertinent attitude anymore. …

Kristin von Stahlschmerz

#fs14 #submission

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plutowon · 2 years ago

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[out of your league]

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst, vent, comfort post

warnings: insecurity, body dysmorphia, depression, feelings of worthlessness, wanting to disappear, very graphic depictions of eating disorders (ednos) please do not read this if you are recovering from an eating disorder, internalized fatphobia, questioning reality to a certain extent

synopsis: your perfect boyfriend couldn’t possibly think you’re even slightly attractive, could he ?

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you assume everybody views you the same way.

ugly, to put it very bluntly.

you assume when people see you on the street they feel a wave of sympathy wash over them. when people meet you, they don’t meet you, they meet pity to a new extent. suddenly, they meet pity on a very very personal level.

such a shame, your face, your body as well.

you’re not even given the comfort and contentment of being average. for you, you are very much below average. not even something to settle for you are simply unwanted, another’s worse nightmare.

you assume everyone sees you like this because thats how you see you.

you feel like a pig. you can feel every inch of space you take up in the world, space you’re very much undeserving of. you can feel the fat on your thigh bounce as it absorbs the shock of your movements, you can feel it in your stomach as well. you hate the way it feels when you wear jeans. the denim squeezes against your fat and your legs are itching to burst out, as if they’re saying “you know we’re too big for this, let us out or lose the weight!”. and even when you are so sure you’re eating in a deficit, the fact that you’re eating at all means you’re not trying enough.

you’ve spent countless months crying. you’ve been stagnant for about a year. you lose and gain the same five to ten pounds. it seems to cling to you like a toxic friend, like a parasite feeding off of you, it’s making you sick. you can’t seem to lose weight, which is laughable, really. that’s the one thing you should be good at, isn’t that what an eating disorder is ? perhaps you’re not trying hard enough. perhaps you’re not sick.

and no one seems to notice your struggles. your friends haven’t even noticed. and you can tell, the way they say nothing when you eat nothing around them, when you constantly deny their offers for food because you mostly give in and eat a couple of fries anyways, despite attempting a thirty-six hour fast. you give up like you always do. even when you’re too obvious, when you mention the calories in a product, when you make a small joke about losing weight, they simply laugh it off, even telling you that losing a couple of pounds couldn’t hurt. you can’t expect them to notice you’re sick when you’re basically not. you feel lost, you feel stuck, you feel like you’re running out of time but you don’t try any harder.

at this rate, you’ll never be able to fix yourself. you’ll be stuck in this never-ending purgatory for the rest of your pathetic life as people look at you wondering how something like you could’ve crawled out of the ground and have the gall to pass yourself off as human.

your family is struggling because of your weight. because you’re eating everything in site like a raccoon trying to survive. your boyfriend is probably gonna start pulling away from you because how could he be seen with you ? i mean, you’re bigger than him and he’s one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters tall—are you not embarrassed ? you feel bad for him because he has to lug around his big girlfriend that all his skinny friends probably make fun of when you’re not around. you’re sure your friends feel bad for you—everybody does. you’re sure that they comment on your selfies to make you feel better. that they call you pretty because they know if they don’t, nobody else will. they’re just being nice. that’s the only reason you’re worth talking to,

out of pity.

how could anyone ever love you ?

how could anyone truly enjoy your company ? and your lack of eye candy isn’t even made up for in personality. you’re annoying, you’re loud, and your jokes fall flat on their face like a four year old learning to bike without training wheels for the first time. you’re nothing of value, nothing people seek out or look forward to.

this is just the way things are.

until you get your act together, you’ll simply be stuck like this. pathetic, and gross, and subhuman.

you assume eveyone sees you this way.

and when you’re with your boyfriend sunghoon, laying down in his bed while he changed his top to a simple hoodie to cuddle you in, you don’t think twice about what you say.

“sometimes i don’t understand why you’re my boyfriend. like, you’re so pretty and out of my league you could get any girl you want but you settled for me”

you laugh because it’s funny. your situation is a bit silly, is it not ? and you expect sunghoon to laugh along, tell you you’re an amazing girlfriend and you dont need to be pretty, but he looks at you in shock, almost angry. he doesn’t even know how to formulate words because he simply can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, and what’s even more unbelievable is how calmly you’ve said them, this egregious belief of yours. it makes his blood run cold. it’s appalling how you think what you’ve said is okay, and what’s most terrifying is you expect him to agree with you.

“…what?” you ask when you realize your laughter isn’t kissing his. you don’t understand how he doesn’t find it all as humorous as you do.

“what the hell are you talking about?” he looks at you mortified. he runs up beside you on the bed and you sit up and look at him confused.

“how could you say that…?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper and his eyes are tearing up and you don’t know how, but you can sense you’ve fucked up.

“…well, i mean, everybody thinks it, so-”

“what? who told you that…nobody thinks this- who told you this? was it a friend? was it that dickhead at work? i swear i’ll fuck him up-”

“nobody had to tell me, sunghoon, it’s just common knowledge…i’m not exactly pretty”

sunghoon feels like crying.

how could you say something like this? how could you say you’re not pretty? objectively, you’re a very attractive person. you’re very very beautiful. so beautiful, sunghoon was almost convinced you were a long lost princess. he even made up a storyline where perhaps you had run away from your home somewhere in a european kingdom to get away from the hustle and bustle of the royal life that you had decided wasn’t made for you and ended up here in his.

he feels like crying so he does.

“what- i don’t-” he says it in between his tears as he tries to gather his bearings.

“is this why you don’t wanna go out for dates anymore…and why you’ve been eating less…?”

you’re shocked, to say the least. you had been avoiding been seen in public in general, but especially with your perfect boyfriend knowing people would be embarrassed for him. you didn’t think he would notice though, and you especially didn’t think he would notice you eating less.

“…what are you talking about?”

“i’m not dumb, y/n. you started eating less and all of a sudden you loss like twenty pounds in a month i noticed it last year, but jungwon told me not to say anything because that could make it worse. he told me to just watch you”

you don’t know how to feel.

a myriad of emotions falls over you, but one shows it’s face in the crowd more clearly than the others.

embarrassment.

how embarrassing this is, for your boyfriend to have noticed your eating disorder meant he also noticed you not losing any more weight. he noticed your failure before anyone else.

you want to deny him. you want to tell him he’s wrong, but the look in his eye is not one of question. he’s not looking at you for confirmation, he’s looking at you because he’s pieced everything together and he knows you know that.

you begin to cry. how dare you? inconvenience him like this. not only are you his ugly pigglet girlfriend, you’ve made your failure of an eating disorder his problem? how dare you?

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think you would notice”

sunghoon is even more shocked now. your words have stricken his core in such a bone-chilling way, worse than anything hes ever felt before.

“why the hell are you apologizing to me?”

“because it’s bothering you-”

“NO no, don’t even think like that”

he sniffles and wipes his tears before holding your hand tightly and pulling it towards himself

“you are never an inconvenience to me, okay? i love you so much. and i love you because you are you. not because you were available, and not because no one else was. i don’t love you because it’s convenient or because i have to, i love you because i want to. because my heart aches and pounds for you on it’s own. you’re my beautiful little angel—how could you ever even think i would find you anything less than gorgeous and heavensent?”

you want to believe him, you do. and you almost believe him cause his eyes are boring into yours with such a bold intensity, laced with devotion and desperation, but it doesn’t make sense.

because how could he see you like this? you’re jaw dropping heartthrob boyfriend that’s out of your league? the most average of people would never see you like this, so why would he?

“i wish you could see yourself through everyone else’s eyes, because my love, you are amazing”

what is he even saying? everyone’s eyes? last you checked,

“everyone would think i’m hideous”

he looks at you with aching pain, like you’ve taken the sharpest spear to his chest and you’re killing him, slowly and painfully.

“no baby, that’s not true. why would you say that? you’re genuinely so beautiful everyone thinks that i don’t understand why you see yourself so negatively. nobody thinks you’re ugly”

had it truly all been in your head? of course not. no, this is how it’s always been you’ve always been below average.

“you know when we first started talking, my friends laughed and said i was too much of a loser to pull someone like you” sunghoon laughs at the fond memory of his drop dead gorgeous crush smiling at him and his asshole friends punching him, telling him to lower his bar a little bit.

“if anything, you’re out of my league” you’re aggressively wiping your eyes as an excuse to not listen to these fabricated fibs he’s telling you.

“listen, we’re gonna go at your pace and i won’t push you or force anything on you, but we’re gonna start slow, okay? you’re so much more than just how much you eat or how much you don’t eat. no matter what, i’ll still be head over heels for you. you’ll always be my princess”

kissing the back of your hand and holding it to him like he’s scared you’ll wither away. scared you’ll leave him here all alone with nothing but the stardust that once danced around that pretty head of yours that just coats the floor now that you’re gone.

“you’re amazing. i know it’s not easy, and it’s so hard for you to see yourself for all that you are, but i’m here, baby. i’ll always be here”

as you sob into the sleeves of your hoodie, sunghoon pulls your hands away from your face and pulls you to fall into his arms, his warm embrace and his hipnotizing kisses.

you’re not sure if you believe him, that you really are beautiful to him and to everyone else, but you know that you want to.

and you know that you’re tired.

you’ve been chasing this perfection that doesn’t even exist for so so so long and your legs are tired. they’re aching and so is your heart. you’ve tried so hard to please yourself because you’re so certain you’re not enough for the world when you have always been more than enough. you realize that you’re wasting your life away. wasting time away just for beauty. for control. for something to hold on to when everything falls. when you’re insecure about everything, there’s always one thing that can be “fixed”.

you are running away from yourself. you’re trying so hard to be somebody different. you’ve tried everything to be happy except turn to yourself, take your hand and embrace yourself. come to terms with yourself. you’ve ran all your life but you’ve never thought to turn around and face yourself,

and you don’t know if you’re ready for that.

and sunghoon knows that. that it’s comforting to keep running. but now that the seed’s been planted in your brain and he can see the cogs turning and stopping on a cycle, he’s certain that one day, you will be able to stop running and turn around and holding yourself and welcome yourself with open arms.

but for now, sunghoon will run with his hand in yours to make sure you dont trip and fall.

“it’s okay to not be ready. we’ll take our time”

#enha #enhypen #enhypen imagines #park sunghoon #enha x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enha imagines #sunghoon angst #sunghoon x reader #enhypen ff #enhypen scenarios

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judeatheatos · 4 months ago

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darklina - 1026 words - rating: t - boss/employee sickfic au

Aleksander got the text five minutes before his first meeting of the day and ten minutes after he got the email with all the notes he needed, something his assistant would usually be there to deliver in person.

hi mr morozova im sorry im really sick im not gonna be ghere

Another, before he can respond.

im sorry pls dont fire me intried totake some meds this mornign but they didnt do anyhting im sorry

Alina, who never so much as misses a semicolon, sent him a text. With a typo.

He hesitates on what to say for only a moment considering his 9 o’clock is already waiting out in the hall for him, the white 8:58 looking up at him like a timer from the top corner of his phone screen.

It’s alright, Alina. Please stay home today, I’d rather you were recovering than trying to do your job half asleep and on cold medication.

The grey typing bubble appears and disappears several times before she finally responds at 9 on the dot.

thank u sir mr morozova ill be in tomorrkw i promise thank uou

Aleksander sighs, and places his phone face down on his desk. He’ll have to call her at lunch and tell her he can survive without her for a few days.

His call at lunch went unanswered, ringing until all he got was the familiar voice of his assistant saying a very unfamiliar assortment of words: hi, you’ve reached Alina Starkov! I’m not available at the moment, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as you can!

Not available.

Aleksander’s worried. Maybe too much so.

Alina is only his assistant. Sure, he remembers the New Years party as well as she does, the champagne fuelled horribly cliche incident of fucking his assistant in his office while getting even drunker off the sounds she made and off of the taste of her, but after the holidays, when the office opened up again, Alina was quick to tell him that they should forget it ever happened. Aleksander was going to promote her when he had called her in. Bring her closer to his position. Make their…relations a little more acceptable, but he respects her wishes, so he shouldn’t be this worried about someone who’s only his assistant.

Maybe he’s been lying to himself about how much he respects her wishes.

If he truly did, he wouldn’t be standing outside apartment 308 right now holding a hefty plastic bag and a paper cup of green tea that is currently burning his hand. The door opens after a minute, a confused looking man with short, bleached hair staring out at him.

“Can I help you?”

Alright. Aleksander cannot embarrass himself. “I’m here for Alina, I heard she wasn’t feeling well,” he hesitates. “I’m a friend. From work.”

The man nods, then lets him in.

Aleksander toes off his shoes at the door the second he sees them all piled up there, knowing this must be a household very much like the kind he grew up in where wearing shoes on the carpet will get you a smack to the back of the head.

“She’s down the hall,” the man says. “First room on the right.”

“Thank you,” Aleksander says, and follows his directions.

Thankfully, considering his full hands, the door is already open a crack.

“Alina?” he says softly, poking his head through, “are you awake?”

“Mal?” Alina mumbles from the bed, barely visible in the mix of dull pink from the fairy lights and dimmed laptop screen playing a cartoon where two children are currently having ramen made for them.

“No, sorry.”

Alina sits up slightly, and turns to look at the door. It takes her a second, then she’s quickly sitting up and slamming her laptop closed, “Mr. Morozova? What— what are you doing here?”

Maybe he did overstep.

“I had called you at lunch to check on you and you didn’t respond. Maybe I got a little too worried, uhm—” Aleksander holds the plastic bag up higher so she can see, “I brought you some food.”

Alina reaches over for her lamp, washing the room in a soft yellow and showing just how sick she looks. The purple under her eyes, the exhaustion clear on her face. Sympathy curls in his chest, the urge to care for her flaring up to an inappropriate degree.

“What is it?” Alina asks, moving her laptop off of a small lap desk and holding out her hands for it.

“Well,” he hands her the tea first, lets her open it and sniff it to the best of her ability when she’s as congested as she is, “I know you really love that Vietnamese place by our office, so I—”

Alina gasps as she unties the bag. “Mr. Morozova, you brought me pho?”

“I… I did. Is that alright?”

She grins up at him, taking the big container of broth, slightly smaller container of noodles and brisket, and much smaller container of bean sprouts from the bag.

“I would hug you right now but you probably don’t want to get sick,” Alina says, then takes a sip of the broth. “God, you’re my hero.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Aleksander says quietly, “after all you’ve done for me.”

Alina blushes, or maybe she’s just warm. She’s probably just warm.

He should go. He’s definitely overstepping her boundaries now—

“Pull up a chair,” she gestures behind him to the one at her desk, something high-backed in a soft pink. “I’m watching Ponyo, you’ll love it.”

Aleksander does as told, sitting what he hopes is a respectful distance from her.

They watch the movie together in silence, Alina devouring her pho like she hasn’t eaten all day. He knows her. She probably hasn’t. When she’s finished, all her cups and bowls stacked together and her lap desk moved aside, Aleksander nearly jumps as she reaches over and takes his hand.

Alina looks at him, a silent question of consent in her gaze.

Content he isn’t overstepping, perhaps now stepping perfectly in time with her, he squeezes her hand.

She squeezes back.

#darklina #shadow and bone #darklina fic #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #alina x aleksander #judethefics

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minjoonapio · 4 months ago

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🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 159: Celebratory Toast

THOUGHTS 💭 [ ⚠️ SPOILERS ⚠️]

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We’re actually getting a victory party sooner than expected!

WE ALL DESERVE THIS!! 😭the sunny & bright pages are such a breath of fresh air 😮‍💨

It took almost a month for our boys and the town to recover. I can imagine the school must have suspended classes first for the boys to heal and help repair the damages.

Oh man, look at our Class 1-1 all up and about and just being teenagers. We miss this.

And we got Nirei wearing clips again!!! He looks so cute 🥰

Wow, there are seats both on the rooftop and on the school grounds. There's so many people! It’s almost like a school festival.

Pfft our typical Ume & Hiragi shenanigans 😅 Ume’s voice will always be loud dear Hiragi.

Our dear gang friends are here 🥹Aww, look at them all shy...and nervous! I mean, this doesn’t happen everyday y’know…celebrating and being friendly with another gang. All the more for the Gravel gang.

They’re really the best for going all the way to come and help; Especially after that scary hoard of “❌" in the Bofurin group chat (the traumaaaa). Our anxiety and stress spike ever since that happened.

I immediately remembered Umemiya’s bow to the grade captains & vice captains. And now he’s doing the same thing in thanking the other gangs who helped them. The panels even look exactly the same!🥹

To be honest, I don't know what I would call this party 😅 our leader is strong but not great at coming up with party names. Haha.

From “Sakura’s first conversation anniversary” to the simple “thank you” party. To think Hiragi suggested "Welcome party" the first time this kind of thing happened, and I believe Umemiya thought "Thank You Party" would be okay after that. 🤭

We’ve been waiting for their Summer BBQ party with Umemiya’s grown veggies and now it’s happening!! Let's go!!

Sakura and Nirei are in the BBQ station...and Sugishita is not having it. I understand him though. He helped and worked hard in growing those veggies and if most of them are burnt…heck no! Sakura is trying his best, Sugishita. Have patience for your fighting partner.

And look at their SUMMER UNIFORMS!! They’re all short sleeve and white! It’s so cuuute!!

The Class 1-1 boys are growing on me. I mean, look at them being all supportive (and showing off) to Sakura. I love their dynamic. I don't know, it warms my heart when they call Sakura “The Cap” 🥰 aww

"The Cap's gotta make his move" -- what do they mean though? Why does it sound like their Cap has a crush on someone and needs to take his chances 😆 Probably they meant he needs to go enjoy and socialize (knowing how he is) rather than be stuck grilling meat.

I'm not sure about their grilling skills though. If you’ve read the special comic, y’know what i mean.

Nii sensei…you really drew Sakura like this. 🤣I feel like Sakura was pacing to and fro in his room, itching to go see everyone outside Furin and thank them.

Oh, wait. Don't tell me he also looks like this when he went to thank Shishitoren; especially in facing Togame. 🫢 I can hear the Second-in-command be like "Sakuraaa~ is that you??" the same way Kanji reacted.

Same, Tsubaki, same. I am like truly happy and proud to see Sakura hanging out, caring and talking to his friends. Look how much he pouts and blushes. He's come such a long way *sniffs*

Their reactions though from giddy to embarrassment when they heard he still sucks in playing games. Please, Nii sensei. We need an extra or one-shot of Sakura finally winning one!

Oh what’s this? Why end here? Not gonna lie, it’s like Togame is abt to confess. (I mean, throughout the arc, he’s always been “thats our Sakura!”)

Fangirling aside 😅 It seems like they’re about to reveal something especially with those reactions…orrr we’re overthinking. Maybe they're just glad to see the leaders of Shishitoren. And it's just the beginning of a beautiful friendship between these four gangs (Bofurin, Shishitoren, Roppo Ichiza, and Gravel).

Side note: If you look at the food he's holding, Choji is finally trying out a fresh Red Bean bread of the town that Umemiya shared before (Shishitoren arc) 🥹

There’s really not much to analyze here. Just pure fun and good vibes! And when it’s too fun, it feels too short 🥲 (despite it being the usual 20 pages)

We didn't get to see Ren Kaji 🎧 though and his vice captains. Kaji had a mentally draining fight so I hope they're doing okay.

I'm curious as to what’s next for the boys other than “the talk”. I'm not only talking about Chika and Umemiya's talk, but Umemiya and Sakura's.

I feel like that's something we need to have where they talk and ask each other about their fights. I'm sure our Bofurin leader wants to know how was Sakura's fight with the legendary Endo. They did leave it up to him to defeat one of Bofurin's shadows. And his fight did leave a dent on Sakura's mental and emotional state.

And Sakura would want to be clear with Umemiya what Endo was talking about. It seems Endo did say those things about Umemiya to Sakura out of spite and jealousy, but I'm sure Sakura still has questions about it; especially when Endo noticed how distant Sakura looked.

I'm guessing we will see that conversation in a flashback. I really hope we do.

Other than that, Nii Satoru sensei had a Q & A with Thai fans about the future of Wind Breaker and if my memory serves me right, we will have more info about Kiryu and Suo in the future.

I also hope for Sakura's back story soon too. I have my guesses that someone from Sakura's old town, someone familiar, will appear and trigger it.

Obviously, we don't want it now. I hope our mangaka will ease us in to the next arc. We just experienced an intense and stress-filled 59 chapters after all. So let's enjoy these light panels while we can.😋💚🎐🍻🍖

Thank you for reading! See ya in the next chapter next week! 🎐

-melo x

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#wind breaker manga #wind breaker #nii satoru #umemiya hajime #sakura haruka #suo hayato #nirei akihiko #wind breaker chapter 159 #wb159 #bofurin #ウィンブレ #wind breaker anime #endo yamato #chika takiishi #hiragi toma #togame jo #togasaku #choji tomiyama

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leggerefiore · 1 year ago

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cw: sawsbuck ingo, fluff, mentions of sex, pokehybrid au

pairing: Ingo/Reader

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Ingo hated the feeling of his rut settling into his system. Though it was a natural process that came along with being a Sawsbuck hybrid, he liked to at least pretend he was more human than his lower body would make one think. Moments like this gave him a harsh reminder that he was different from how he even thought he was. He grumbled to himself as he wandered around the small camp site that you had taken over as a home with him. He enjoyed the luxury of a human home more than he would ever like to admit. Running water a blessing, truly, even if he could barely fit in the tub to soak for a bath.

He tried to think of anything but the annoying feelings beginning to lap at his brain and the increasing heat of his body. Ingo hated this more than anything. He was a sapient being! Not some animal. Another grumble left him as he graded to your bed to smell the remaining scent of you on the sheets. Everything felt suddenly a lot slower as he pressed himself more into them. You… You had left for work. He understood. He always understood. This situation, however. Ingo wanted to cry. In fact, when he raised his head, a certain escaped his throat. A mating call. He felt like a mess. How long until you returned? Another followed.

He then curled up on the bed to the best of his ability and rested his eyes.

Waiting felt impossible, but it was all that he could do.

You walked back to the trail that led to your cabin as you saw two men chatting nearby. Normally, you would not have cared, but the two seemed strangely solemn. So, as you readied yourself for your trek, you listened.

“Did you hear that Sawsbuck earlier?”

“How could I not? Guy could break glass with how loud he was. I'm surprised my ears weren't ringing.”

“Poor thing must not have been able to find a mate.”

“With a voice like that, I think he scared them off.”

You blinked a few times. Loud Sawsbuck? You'd feet suddenly were carrying you quickly through the wooded area to your cabin. When you arrived, you threw open the door. There, you found Ingo completely out of his mind in your bed. The minute his eyes landed on you, though. Well, he could have been mistaken for his brother, even in his mannerisms.

You felt even more exhausted than you already were by the time you both passed out for the night.

The next day, you could only watch his flustered expression, and he apologised over and over again for what he had done. You reassured him it was fine and tried to comfort him as he worked through his embarrassment about falling into the control of his rut.

You both spent the day mostly cuddled up and recovering from the absolute work-out you both went through. But, later in the afternoon, you had been scrolling on your phone and spied a local news article. You held back laughter. This had caught Ingo's attention, who peered over at what had caused your reaction. His eyes went wide.

“… Dearest…” he felt the embarrassment come back ten-fold. The article was about a sudden. A report about an impossibly loud Sawsbuck doing a mating call. Many jokes were made about the poor guy not being able to find some doe to comfort him. “… Ah…” He pressed his face into his hands. You felt a laugh escape you.

“Right, I heard some guys talking about it on my walk home yesterday,” you recalled, “Everything thinks you didn't get any.” That was not the case, naturally. Ingo seemed more distressed by that.

“… Please, don't tease me…” he pouted at you, “I had no idea I was being that loud…”

“Well, it's not surprising,” you shrugged, “You were loud when you were moaning, too. But… I guess you didn't really sound like Sawsbuck with that.”

“Please, stop,” his cheeks were bright red. You giggled and leaned in to peck his cheek.

“Well, you got over it, right? So don't stress — no one knows it was you,” you reassured him. He sighed.

“… I suppose that's true, but it makes me feel worse since they think I'm simply a Sawsbuck...” Ingo buried his face into your nape, “Even Emmet doesn't get that loud.”

“Emmet… just…” you shuddered. He did not really need to a mating call with how he hunted down his mate, “I think it's cute, Ingo.” You rubbed his back as he let out a sigh.

Emmet later teased him about it, and they got into an antler fight.

He truly will never live in down.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon/reader

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nyoomerr · 7 months ago

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You’re genuinely one of if not my favourite scum villain writer! Thank you for the service you do to the fandom

🫡🫡🫡🫡 i'm always happy to report in for binghe-loving-and-bullying hours !! thank you so much for reading my stuff and letting me know you like it so much!

here, special gift for you - an excerpt of a WIP i have not worked on since 2022 (oops) about sqq accidentally asking lbh and lqg to please consider a bingliushen ending:

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“Liu-Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu says, his expression softening. “It’s been some time since you’ve visited.”

Liu Qingge, who had clearly been about to turn and leave the second he’d dropped off the package, hesitates. He glances at Shen Qingqiu, then towards Luo Binghe. After a long moment, he squares his shoulders and meets Shen Qingqiu’s eyes.

“I’m not so shameless to pretend I haven’t lost.”

Shen Qingqiu’s brow furrows. Lost? This… with the way that Liu Qingge had glanced at Luo Binghe there, is this about the way that Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe had fought over Shen Qingqiu’s body during his extended dirt nap?

Shen Qingqiu feels his gut twist with something like pity. He’d been so caught up in trying to make Luo Binghe happy after everything that happened between them that he’d forgotten just how devastated his friends had been by it all, too.

For someone as proud and as loyal as Liu Qingge, it makes sense that he’d feel shame for having failed to beat Luo Binghe and recover Shen Qingqiu’s body. Still, for it to be such an intense feeling that it keeps Liu Qingge away from Shen Qingqiu, even now, after everything has been made right…

“Shidi, that’s - does it weigh so heavily on you, still?”

Liu Qingge goes tense, face flushed at having his pride during those past five years questioned. “I have never thought of it lightly, before. That won’t change now.”

Behind Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe shifts his weight. Shen Qingqiu blindly reaches out behind him for Luo Binghe’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. There will be no fighting in his home, no matter how seriously Liu Qingge took his prior defeats!!

Still, though, he won’t always be around to give placating little gestures like this, and he wants Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge to learn to get along for reasons outside of trying to mitigate household damages, too. Luo Binghe may be the person that Shen Qingqiu is closest to in this world, but Liu Qingge remains special as one of the only friends Shen Qingqiu made as himself and not as Shen Jiu. And in the end, isn’t it natural to want your friends to get along?

Resolved, Shen Qingqiu nods to himself, gives Luo Binghe’s hand another reassuring squeeze, and says:

“Then, forgive this shixiong’s selfishness: even if it’s difficult for you two at first, I still wish for Liu-shidi to visit me like he did before.”

“Shizun -!”

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu cuts Luo Binghe off, already knowing by the sticky, whiny tone of voice that if he lets Luo Binghe start he won’t stop until Liu Qingge has somehow been banished off the peak. “At least give it a try. If it’s truly too hard on you - or on you, Liu-shidi - this master will be forced to accept it.”

“...Shizun really missed Liu-shishu, these past weeks?”

Shen Qingqiu looks away, embarrassed at the frank question. Ah, Binghe, can’t you be a bit more subtle! Isn’t it mortifying to put it so bluntly like that, making this master seem like an abandoned pet just because one of his friends hasn’t visited in a bit!

Still, Shen Qingqiu manages to pull together the face to nod once, curtly.

Luo Binghe looks pained. Liu Qingge is wearing an expression that Shen Qingqiu hasn’t seen on him since they’d gone on that mission to the succubus’s den together.

“I won’t share,” Luo Binghe swears. “Even if Liu-shishu is allowed to pick up where he left off before this disciple won Shizun’s heart, I won’t let him reach any sort of satisfying conclusion.”

Shen Qingqiu sighs, weary. Ever since their elopement, Luo Binghe has been even more aggressive about chasing Shen Qingqiu’s friends and visitors off than he’d been as a disciple. Shen Qingqiu has allowed it, for the most part; he has wanted to be left alone after the stress of the past year.

Still, when it’s about one of Shen Qingqiu’s few close friends, and when it’s Luo Binghe putting his intentions to chase that friend off into such blunt words, Shen Qingqiu can’t allow it to stand.

“At least pretend like you’ll try to get along, Binghe,” he says, just shy of pleading.

Luo Binghe blinks. His expression, previously of stubborn defiance, twists into shock.

“Shizun wants Liu-shishu to - with this disciple, as well - not just - not just Shizun??”

“Of course. Binghe is this master’s -” Shen Qingqiu paused, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Binghe is this master’s important person. To get along with me should naturally mean to get along with you.”

This, finally, seems to be Liu Qingge’s breaking point. “I’m not interested,” he says flatly, and Shen Qingqiu does a poor job of hiding his disappointment at such a firm and immediate shut-down.

Please, can’t his friends just try to get along!!

“Liu-shidi won’t even try?”

“There’s no point; I wouldn’t want to share, either.” Liu Qingge pauses, taking a moment to force some of the tension from his shoulders. “Shen Qingqiu, you - you made your choice. I don’t need your pity.”

With that, he turns on his heel and leaves as swiftly as he’d clearly intended to do from the start.

Shen Qingqiu frowns, absently patting one of the arms Luo Binghe has wrapped around him.

“That’s a shame,” he say quietly, not sure if he’s talking to Luo Binghe or to himself.

Luo Binghe noses into Shen Qingqiu’s neck, still clinging tight to him. “Does Shizun really think so?”

“Mm. I suppose it isn’t surprising that you have a history between you two that makes getting along so difficult,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, “But it’s a shame nonetheless.”

#thank you for leaving such a nice message in my ask box!#i hope you like the little gift.... i'd love to one day come back to it but dfkjhg we'll see #nyoomerr ask

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iamafictionfreak · 1 year ago

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TIS THE SEASON TO BE MERTHUR!

Just... Look at them!

I miss everything about this show. Even the very bad CGI and the weak-ass plot points/armour/conveniences/contrivances.

One Christmas Eve, almost 11 years ago, the entire Merlin fandom was butchered into tiny little distraught pieces. It didn’t matter if your favourite character was Merlin or Morgana, Gaius or Gwen. The showrunners held no qualms in destroying your dreams for Gwaine or Perce. The writers did not hold back in their aim to crucify the smile on your face, to forever turn it upside down. No ship was spared. All hopes for the show to finally commit to their original intent, to bring peace between peoples, to save Albion, to allow Merlin his freedom and Arthur the truth, was brought to a bitter, fatalistic end.

Not that I need to repeat this to you, you know what happened, but it’s worth reiterating that this travesty occurred… on Christmas Eve.

CHRISTMAS. EVE.

Christmas Eve.

The night before Christmas, the night before the day where all rules are broken and we can frolic like children around a decorated tree filled with twinkling lights, our collective hearts were shredded.

This event (once we recovered a tiny bit from the shock) gave birth to a plethora of astonishingly well written, poignant, devastating, hilarious fanfictions that had helped nurse our wounds, for nothing could TRULY heal (except a follow-up season with the original characters, come ON BBC) us.

After nearly 11 years of watching these brilliant entries grow, I never thought I’d jump on this bandwagon and write my own fic.

But I've had a few very shit years, as have many people around the world, and I started to wonder as we do when we want to prove magic can still happen.

My brain decided that it wanted my hands to write the most indulgent, likely over done fic in existence for the fandom. This thought stuck with me throughout the year – I was being STALKED by myself – and wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. This hasn’t happened in a long while.

Still… you’ll eyeroll at the idea. It's so OBVIOUS, I'm embarrassed by myself.

What if Arthur discovered Merlin’s magic from the get-go, from episode 1?

WAIT. Hear me out…

So, Merlin saves Arthur for the first time and Arthur SEES. He sees his eyes glow.

He knows he should tell his father, but his instincts are screaming at him. Honour is at stake. This stranger saved his life. How could he reward it with an execution? So, a chance needs to be given, doesn’t it? A chance for Merlin to give up magic forever and live a life of goodness, to turn away from evil and serve Arthur…

Except Arthur can’t help but wonder. About Magic, about Merlin and magic, about the law and all the whys attached and his place within this chain.

But he also can’t trust this peasant who cavorts with the devil, practices wickedness but smiles like a child and offers compassion to everyone. Someone so duplicitous must be dangerous… except Merlin’s an actual idiot! And it’s getting really difficult to keep his guard up.

But isn’t that how sorcerers work? They twist the mind with pleasing ideas, they tempt and coerce, they manipulate.

And slowly, Arthur finds himself being manipulated too. For how could he ever want to trust this man- but he does. He does.

And we’ve never been allowed to see Merlin deal with a S1 Arthur who’s in the ‘know’. Who’s forcing him to keep it secret, who’s threatening him with trial by fire, a young Arthur who’s ignorant, arrogant and so desperate to understand what he cannot trust.

Then there's the layers, royalty versus peasantry, friendship versus alliances, goals versus ideals.

I want to write a fic where this trust is built from the ground up. One of the things about the show that made it impossible for me to let it go is that the ‘relationship’ between Arthur and Merlin fits exactly zero categories, yet all of them.

Master and servant.

Friends

Family

Allies

Enemies

Romantic ideals

Platonic soulmates

Absolute Soulmates

I could go on. And it's one of those rare shows where the writing would be given more oomph if the males leads had dared cross a line or two.

Realistically, they weren't even friends. They were master and servant who'd become a little co-dependant. Arthur could never admit to anything more because of his station, but would he have been able to being completely himself around Merlin if he'd known the truth? We never see Arthur truly be himself. He wasn't allowed to be, not even with his wife. There was always a wall - it was how he was raised and any attempt to develop was killed by plot.

We never saw Merlin completely free, not with a single person. He started happy and healthy and innocent. A liar. He ended up bitter and terrified and angry and alone. Still a liar.

What would he have become if there'd been one person he could truly trust- not Gaius. Not a man already broken and brainwashed by his own self. A victim of the system just as much as he perpetuated the hate and completely unaware of the trap he lived in.

Many of the characters in the show have the versatility and potential to be written a trillion different ways, is it any wonder that fics continue to be written?

Well, I wanted to explore a slow burn development of trust, with Arthur learning how wrong he was, how much he’s trampled on, and all about the seemingly normal peasant boy who meant more to the world than Arthur could possibly understand. What would they have become if they’d been given the time, hm?

When they were young - yes, I'm going there - wild and free.

What of Morgana, what if she could have trusted? What if she could have understood? Would it have turned out differently? Would she have still become the other side of Uther's coin?

Would Merlin still have ended up alone?

There’s lots more I wanted to touch upon, it’s a big what if, but that’ll have to wait for another post.

I’m writing a 5 part prologue that occurs between episode 1 and 2. I’m hoping to release it for Christmas and then take the time to write the rest of the season.

Unless… you guys think it’s a waste of time? Let me know.

In the meantime, I’m STILL SUFFERING (fucking show) and it's making me write, write, write!

(gifs not mine)

#merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #guinevere #morgana #Gaius #uther pendragon #fuck uther #potential #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin fandom

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womanofwords · 1 year ago

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The Taste Of Halloween Candy

For @shyticklemonster in the name of spooky month.

Elliot and Keith were used to arriving to Irving Manor to meet up with Sebastian, and they had gotten used to all of his moods.

He has started off sullen, surly, and stubborn, later becoming shy and awkward and then blossoming into a confident, happy ghost that enjoyed teasing them and asking questions about the modern world. His newest question was about Halloween.

"What are all of these decorations for?" Sebastian asked, looking at the other houses from the window.

"Those are Halloween decorations. It's a holiday where we celebrate spooky, scary things," Elliot said.

"And the pumpkins?" Sebastian pressed.

"The pumpkins are called jack-o-lanterns," Keith explained. "It's a tradition to hollow them out and carve faces into them. Then candles are put inside the pumpkin to turn them into lanterns and use them as decorations."

"Ah." Sebastian seemed thoughtful for a while as he pondered what else to ask. "Are there special foods for Halloween?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Keith's face lit up. "We dress in costumes and go from door-to-door getting candy from people! So many different kinds of candy, and all totally awesome!"

"Candy? You get candy?" Sebastian's eyes opened wide. "Cool! Modern candy must taste great!"

"It does," Keith assured.

"What's it like?" Sebastian asked.

Keith and Elliot stiffened. Sebastian looked so happy, but he couldn't have normal food, because he was dead. Ghosts couldn't eat, after all. "Well?"

"Chocolate is a lot easier to get now," Elliot said.

Sebastian gasped with glee. "Incredible! Maybe, you could bring me some Halloween food!"

Keith raised a single eyebrow. "Uh . . . that's good and all, but . . . how do you intend on eating it?"

"I'll just possess one of your bodies, of course!" Sebastian giggled. "Easy-peasy, pudding and pie!"

As Sebastian floated around the room, giggling with glee, Elliot and Keith looked at each other and nodded.

They were going to make this a Halloween for Sebastian to remember.

(PAUSE)

It took them two days to gather up enough candy, eventually filling up a drawstring bag full of goodies. "That should be enough," Elliot said.

"And I brought baked Halloween snacks for him," Keith said. "And a candy apple."

"Great! Sebastian's going to love this!" Elliot celebrated. He and Keith went through into Irving Manor, searching for Sebastian. "Sebastian?" Elliot called. "Sebastian?"

"Seb? Sebbie?" Keith teased. The smile was wiped off his face when a chill went through his stomach. "Whoa."

"You don't need to yell, you know," Sebastian said. He'd floated through the beanie-wearing boy's stomach, causing the nausea. "Keith? Are you all right?"

"You floated through him." Elliot gestured to his friend.

"Ah." Sebastian had the decency to feel embarrassed. "Sorry."

"We, uh . . . wanted to get you your first ever pieces of Halloween candy," Elliot said. "I give you permission to possess my body so you can taste and eat them."

Sebastian gasped with joy. "Really? Really and truly?"

"Mm-hmm." Elliot opened the bag, letting the tragically young ghost see the candy he'd brought. "See for yourself."

"We got king-size for you," Keith said, recovering.

Sebastian giggled and did mid-air backflips with joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I don't even remember what it's like to eat! I miss chewing so much!"

"Well, now you get to become familiar with it again! So possess me and experience it for yourself!" Elliot opened his arms, and Sebastian took it.

Elliot's body became limp for a second for stiffening up again. Sebastian grinned with Elliot's face as he jumped up and down. "I can feel the ground again!" he giggled.

"And now it's time for your first king-sized Mars bar," Keith said, unwrapping it for him. Sebastian took a tentative bite and chewed, pondering the flavour. "What do you think?"

"I . . . I love it!" Sebastian giggled, flapping his hands. "Hand me another thing, immediately! I want to see more!"

"Eat the rest, and then you can have a different one." Keith handed over the rest of the candy bar, and Sebastian devoured it like a hungry wolf. "OK, try a Snickers bar. It has peanuts, by the way."

Sebastian took a bite out of it and made a face. "I don't like it too much," he said, after he swallowed the mouthful. "What else is there?"

(PAUSE)

After an hour, Sebastian had to exit Elliot's body, and he gasped with relief and pain. "Dang, how much did you eat?" Elliot whimpered, holding his stomach.

"So much!" Sebastian chirped. Keith held up a chocolate-covered cookie shaped like a bat.

"You can take over my body this time," Keith said. Sebastian giggled and possessed the boy.

"This is the last thing I have. The rest is for you two to share," Sebastian promised.

"Not exactly in the mood to eat any more candy, buddy," Elliot rubbed his stomach and breathed deeply.

Sebastian looked away as he ate the cookie. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm not angry. It makes sense. You don't remember what it's like to be painfully full."

Sebastian left Keith's body and floated next to Elliot. "Are you sure? Neither of you are upset with me?"

"Of course not." Elliot and Keith had positioned themselves on either side of the resident ghost, something the undead young man had only just noticed.

"What is going on? Friends, what are you doing?" Sebastian asked.

"There's one last thing we forgot to mention about Halloween," Keith said, as Elliot experimentally poked at Sebastian's sides. "People will often go to a fake haunted house filled with scare actors for the thrill of it."

"But we won't be doing that. We have a real ghost we can visit," Elliot said, the pokes being more ticklish every time. "And our ghost makes much better sounds."

Sebastian looked between Keith and Elliot, whimpering as he watched the hands get closer. "Friends . . . dear friends. This is unnecessary, I promise you."

"We beg to differ," the living boys chorused, their smiles widening as their fingers stretched, curled, and flexed.

Shrieks of hysterical laughter could be heard from Irving Manor for a long, long time.

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lexxiie · 1 year ago

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Can you do one about spanking the jjk boys????? Lots of love!

WHEN YOU SPANK THEM

I actually already did this, however I didn't particularly like the last one, so I figured a part 2 wouldn't hurt.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji.

SATORU GOJO

Isn't Satoru the funniest boyfriend on earth? He's soooo funny, it's absolutely wonderful, isn't it? No. Not when the jokes are always at your expense. It really isn't funny when he's the only one laughing, which is usually the case.

Having time with him to go on dates or just to hang out is great, you don't get to have him all to yourself all that often, but sometimes you wonder what it would be like to take a break from him once you actually are together.

As you walk through the mall, staring at some clothes you liked, Satoru jumps out from somewhere behind you while screaming "boo!"... For the 11th time today. You don't really mind him scaring you, the problem is how embarrased you feel after screaming out loud every single time, and that embarrasment is exactly what he finds funny about the whole thing.

You decided it had been enough, that you deserved revenge. What could possibly embarrass the man before you? Probably nothing, but you had to try. As he picked the clothes you liked before and headed to pay for them, you went quietly right behind him. You knew that it was impossible to take him by surprise, he obviously knew you were behind him, but he never expects anything dangerous of you, so he doesn't make an effort to pay attention any further than that. When he grabs the bag full of newly payed clothes, you smack his ass as hard as you can, making sure everyone heard. "Thanks, love!" you scream as his head slowly turns to you in utter disbelief. The cashier is in complete shock, and so is everyone who witnessed that. After Satoru recovered from the whole thing, he looked at you with a smiled that symbolized a declaration of war.

KENTO NANAMI

You can't really think of anyone who has ever cared for you the way Kento does. You have never had to wonder wether he loves you or not, you just know he does and have always known. You truly could not be any happier than you are with him, not even if you tried.

He does everything he can to make you happy, and you truly appretiate it. However, he can be too serious sometimes, so you try to ease him from time to time, remind him that it's okay to relax.

He obviously takes his job very seriously, and for the last couple of weeks, he had been very busy, which is why you decided that you were gonna convince him of having a date night as soon as he came home. The moment you heard the door open, you ran to Kento's arms, almost tumbling him down. He got worried at first, thinking that something might have happened to you, but you quickly let him in on your brilliant idea involving a date.

The sorcerer looked at you apologetically, explaining to you that he wanted to sleep early tonight in order to wake up early tomorrow. His comment was not appreciated by you at all, obviously. As he turned his back to you to place his coat in the closet next to the door, you spanked him as hard as you could. Why? you were not so sure, but you did. He turned to look at you with the most shocked expression you had ever seen on his face, but you stayed firm and decided to take advantage of his confusion. "You will go out with me tonight" you demanded. It was clearly not a question anymore. Kento looked at you for a little while, before smiling, still confused. "As you wish, darling."

GETO SUGURU

You were truly so sad. Your day had been going sooo well... Until some guy asked for your number right in front of Geto. Now he was throwing a tantrum, walking ahead of you on the street, as if he hadn't come with you. You knew that he wasn't being serious about it, but you also knew that deep down he was a bit upset that you didn't slap the guy and recited your wedding vows too. A simple "No, I have a boyfriend" wasn't enough for him.

"Come on, Geto!" You yelled, urging him to come back and go on with your date, but he continued walking with his arms crossed, pretending that he didn't hear a sound. "Did you expect me to spit at him back there?" You asked him, letting him know how absurd his behaviour was. "Yes! You failed me!" The man yelled back, still commited to his useless tantrum.

You were tired now, then, the best idea ever crossed your mind. You aproached him quietly, and once you were close enough, You smacked him hard enough to make a loud sound, making Geto stop on his tracks. It took him a little while to finally look at you, with a surprised smile on his face. "Did you just spank me?" He asked in disbelief. "Well, that's what you do when a child is being unreasonable" you answered with confidence. A mischevious smile appeared on his face all of a sudden. "Yeah, exaclty."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

You recently got the best pair of pants ever, they made your butt look huge, you absolutely loved them. The only person that could possibly love them more than you did, was toji.

Whenever you had them on, he couldn't help but spank your ass quite often through the day. It's not like that bothered you... At least not the first 15 times, though you must admit, it was becoming a bit annoying now.

You were both watching a movie, cuddling together, but after a while, your hand was grasping air as you went in to grab more popcorn, so it was time to go get more. You broke away from Toji's grip as you got up from the couch, but before you could get too far, a light smack took you out of your thoughts. Enough.

Pretendig like nothing happened, you microwaved more popcorn and yelled Toji's name, claiming you needed some help. He got to the kitchen rather quickly and poured more water for both of you, while he was facing away, you reunited all the strength your body had in the palm of your hand, spanking Toji quite hard. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, but soon broke into laughter. "How cute" he pointed out, it didn't take him long to chase you all over the house, planning on getting revenge.

For those who read the manga and want to feel even more angst, I recommend: When you have a nightmare, where I almost predicted the future.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk manga #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento #toji fushiguro x reader #headcanons #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic

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