#I need nature. I need to get out and go somewhere I can relax in nature for a while and exist a way I want to
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#is it so much to ask that I get to go somewhere?#I want to travel and do something and live my life#why why why does something have to happen every. single. time. there are plans in place to go somewhere#general car & time & financial problems. riots in egypt made it unsafe years ago. then a worldwide pandemic.#then the friend we were going somewhere with got hospitalized for.... something they couldn't figure out. he's still trying to leave#jordan and egypt are of course labeled too dangerous to travel to right now#and of course we can't find somewhere else to go & it's so last minute I'll feel dumb saying I can come in to work after all#our plans never fucking work why did I think this would be any different#can't travel can't get a new car can't MOVE SOMEWHERE and get out of this crappy place called a home#I want to get out of here so so much but#nothing works out and I hate my life and I can't change my life because nothing works out and I just#I am so so tired of just.... existing here.#not that i want to move to the city I hate hearing cars and people and just#I need nature. I need to get out and go somewhere I can relax in nature for a while and exist a way I want to#I think I've been under and over stimulated at once for so long it's reaching a breaking point and I can't do anything but cry about it
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imagine bakugo dating you. youre his first girlfriend and he just...doesn't know how to actđđ„ș
Sighs, I have brain rot nowđ«đ«đ«
As you both walked down the street, you could feel Katsuki's hand seeking yours, his fingers brushing against your palm. You glanced up at him, noticing the slight pink tint on his cheeks. He was trying so hard to act normal, but the possessive grip on your hand said otherwise.
"Hey, you okay?" you asked, a teasing smile on your lips.
"Yeah, just... don't let go," he mumbled, looking away, clearly embarrassed.
A group of guys walked by, you remember them from school. One of them gave you a friendly smile and a nod to which you responded with a smile. You weren't going to be rude!
Katsuki's grip tightened, his eyes narrowing as he pulled you closer. "What's his problem?" he grumbled under his breath.
"Relax, Kats," you whispered, trying not to laugh. "You know Kaminari, he's just being nice."
"Fuckin' dunceface... can be nice somewhere else," he muttered, fingers growing hot as you realised that he was going to release explosions any moment now.
You placed a small kiss on his cheek and that seemed to do the trick because he looked at you and grinned, almost cockily.
Later, when you tried to pull away to grab something from your bag, Katsuki shot you a look. "What're ya doing?" His voice came out as a soft whisper.
"I need to get my phone," you explained, still struggling.
"You can do that with one hand," he insisted, not letting go of your other hand. "Just... don't let go, kay?"
You couldn't help but smile at his protective nature. "I won't Kats," you said, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't let go."
#bnha#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#boku no hero academia#female yn#katsuki bakugo x reader#my hero academia#mha#x reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo mha#bakugo#katsuki bakugo#dynamight#bakugo fluff#bakugou fluff#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakugo katuski
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The Monster You Know
Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader
Synopsis: For your own safety, the strongest sorcerer of today kidnaps you.
Word Count: 6.9k
(Warnings: implied masturbation, implied nsfw, implied noncon recording, death of a minor character.....im pretty sure i missed a warning so lemme know any pls)
Instead of waking up in a bed, you find yourself on the floor.
It's not a comfortable spot to sleep in. The carpet is clean, but it's odd because you don't have this type of carpet in your room. Actually, this isn't your room at all.Â
But the panic doesn't really set in until you realize your arms are bound.Â
You don't notice him until he speaks. You're too busy yanking on the metal, pulling your hand as hard as you could. The cuffs don't even budge.Â
"If you keep yanking your arms like that, you might break 'em."Â
He's tall, rivaling the door he just walked through. He looks a couple of years older than you, but his white hair can't be natural, not at his age. His blue eyes are lax. The worst part is how relaxed he looks. He has an eased posture and a pretty smile. He's amused, watching you like youâre a pesky mouse trapped in a bucket.Â
You donât know him. Youâre stuck in an unfamiliar room, chained to the floor, and you donât know this man.Â
Escape isnât possible. So you resort to the next best thing: you plead.Â
âWho are you?â Your voice is light and wavers on every syllable. âWhere-Where am I? Did you bring me here? Please donât-â
âYou always this talkative in the morning?â He dodges your question with a lax grin. âAnyway, uh, sorry about this-â he gestures to your tied-up form â-I would've used a talisman, but those wonât work on you for obvious reasons. The handcuffs arenât too tight, are they?âÂ
He steps closer, and you scream. Itâs shrill, filled with a type of fear that makes your blood freeze because you donât know this man, you donât know where you are, and heâs getting closer.Â
âOkay okay, I get it!â He manages to say over your pleas for help, but he steps back, and itâs enough to quiet your fear. âObviously, you need some more time alone, so Iâm gonna give you a couple more hours. Feel free to take a mint!â He cheerily points to the nightstand.Â
He leaves as quickly as he enters. The door shuts but doesnât lock. Youâd be relieved if you werenât still incapacitated.Â
You look around the room. Nothing of value, nothing that you could reach and grab. Apart from a chair, the only other pieces of furniture were a heavy-looking bed and a bolted-down nightstand. Your kidnapper was certainly meticulous.Â
The restraints have just enough slack for you to lean over. You peer at the nightstand. A plastic bowl, too flimsy to be made into a weapon. It contains wrapped-white candies. You gingerly pick one up.Â
Theyâre sugar-free.Â
He returns to the mints scattered all over the floor.Â
âOkay.â He notes, gracefully stepping over the mess. âClearly, you arenât a fan of peppermint. 'you a wintergreen kindaâ person?âÂ
You donât look at him. Youâve been in the same position you had been in for hours, sitting curled on the floor. By then, your desperation was starting to show through.Â
âPlease just let me go.â You mutter, your voice so low, itâs a miracle he can hear you. âI donât have any money. I have nothing to offer.â
âWell, thatâs good because I donât want your money.â He says. âI know this looks pretty bad, but this is for your sake more than mine.â
You look at him just as he squats down to your height. You shift away. he smiles.
âDo you know what sorcerer's are?âÂ
You blink.Â
âItâs fine if you donât; we all start somewhere, right? A sorcerer is someone who can manipulate cursed energy. Iâm a sorcerer! I donât wanna brag too much, but Iâm pretty good at it.âÂ
He laughs like heâs telling a joke, and you suddenly realize that you were kidnapped by someone who believes heâs a wizard.Â
âGuess youâre still lost, huh? How about I just show you instead?â He points to an ironed-out shirt hanging on a rack. You follow his finger.Â
He didn't move. There was no machinery. The shirt just crinkled by itself before it dropped to the floor.Â
You gape. The man grins.Â
"Pretty amazing, right? That's cursed energy, or, my power if you wanna be less technical."Â
"Cursed energy." You whisper, a repetition of his words rather than any actual understanding. He beams regardless.Â
"Yeah! Well, it's a little more complicated than that, but let's just start with the basics for now. Baby steps."Â
Your dread doesn't fade. Earlier, you feared what a man could do to you, tied and defenseless. Now, you wondered what this man wouldn't do to you.Â
"Okay, then....why?" You warily ask him. "Why tell me any of this? What's the point?"Â
"An excellent question!" He commends you, as though he were your teacher and not your jailor. "See, cursed energy is a bit complicated, but it's extremely effective. In almost every case, it's the solution. Except for you."Â
You shrink back.Â
"What-what does that mean?"
His grin turns feline. He's enjoying this; seeing you shake, waver beneath his eyes.Â
"Exactly what I said: you aren't affected by cursed energy. A sorcerer could use their technique on you, and there won't even be a scratch on your body. You're basically the Eraserhead of the Jujutsu World."Â
You stare at him. He hums, drumming his fingers on his thigh.Â
"I'm not great at explanations. How about we just have a hands-on experience?"Â
He extends his hands. A purple orb crackles to life, slowly gaining mass.Â
"Not too big," he says, though it's clear he isn't speaking to you, "don't wanna wreck the room."Â
He adjusts his angle so it's facing you. Your eyes widen, and the desperation to wrangle yourself out of the handcuffs grows stronger.Â
"Wait, stop!" You pleads fall on deaf ears. "Okay okay. I believe you. I believe you-" He flicks his fingers. You close your eyes just before impact.Â
You expected something. Electricity, a shock. Pain. Your body being eviscerated in milliseconds.Â
Nothing. Not even a gust of wind.Â
When your eyes open, he's grinning at you.Â
"See?" He says, "Not even a scratch."Â
He's right. Your clothes aren't even rustled, but the evidence is there. The carpet below you is shaved and cleaned off. And the wall closest to you has cracks on it.
You look back up at him.Â
"I said I believed you."Â
He shrugs. "Doesn't hurt to make sure we're on the same page." His smile is starting to look less scary and more annoying.Â
Your mind still struggles to keep up with all the information you've been given. The typhoon of anxiety is coursing through you.Â
"So, then....why this?" You mention to the handcuffs.Â
"Just a little confirmation you won't go crazy and destroy the place." He supplies happily. "If jujutsu doesn't work on you, then bindings and talismans definitely won't do a thing. Looking back, abduction probably wasn't the greatest idea in the world. I would've figured something else out, but time wasn't on our side in this case. Especially if we wanted you alive."Â
You pale at that. He notices.Â
"What, you thought I'd be the only person who noticed you? You're an anomaly. In our world, that's dangerous. Also, the bounty on your head is a pretty nice incentive for people to get the job done."Â
"A bounty?"
He grins, and the number he gives makes your mouth hang open.Â
"Yup, pretty crazy, right? Anyway, until everything settles down, you and I are roomies!" He claps. "Isn't that exciting!?"Â
You glance at him. Then, in the room. Then, at your cuffs. Everything was going so fast. The only constant was him.Â
"So, I'm not really a prisoner?" You ask. "I could just...leave, right?"Â
"Sure you could. If you hear all that and still wanna go, I won't stop you. Promise." He nods. "But you'd be dead as soon as you step out of the apartment."Â
It's not a threat. It's a promise. And not from him. That makes it worse.Â
This is insane. All of this is insane; who'd believe any of it? But his powers....that can't be faked. As well as everything that he told you. Why would he lie? What reason could he have to deceive you?Â
"Okay," you say hesitantly, "just one more thing."Â
The man leans in.Â
"What's your name?"Â
He smiles.Â
Becoming Gojo's roommate was an easy transition.Â
Youâve always been someone who goes with the flow. Becoming someone's consenting captive isn't a struggle once you get used to it. A few days in and you and your 'captor' have fallen into an easy rhythm. It's easy to grow trusting of him, especially when there are others who can vouch for him.Â
"You should be arrested." Ieiri mumbles, checking your wrists.Â
"What? I can't believe you're upset with me." Gojo responds though he doesn't sound very panicked. "I was desperate!"Â
Ieiri shakes her head, continuing wrapping your wrists. Amid your panic during the first few hours in Gojo's apartment, you managed to sprain your wrists, trying to yank yourself out of the handcuffs. You wince when she presses on your bruised skin.Â
"Sorry," she says, voice flat. You smile anyway.Â
Ieiri was also a sorcerer, but she had a different technique. Instead of Gojo's destruction, hers revolved around healing. You've never really seen it in action ("My technique won't work on you; even then, it's a sprained wrist. You'll live."), but it sounded pretty powerful.Â
"I'm not upset." Ieiri continues. "But I'm surprised you're going along with all this." That sentence is directed at you.Â
You shrug while trying to keep still for her. "He was pretty convincing."Â
Ieiri raises a brow, before ultimately deciding she doesn't care.Â
"Again, I'm very sorry about all this." Ijichi pipes up. Ever since he entered Gojo's flat, he's been doing nothing but begging for your forgiveness for Gojo's abrupt actions. Apologetic, but not very shocked. You're assuming this isn't the first time Gojo has done something like this.Â
Gojo's allies were very different from each other, you ultimately decided.Â
âWe thought weâd have more time to approach you,â he continues with a nervous smile, âwe never expected the clans to move so quickly.âÂ
âClans?â You ask, âWhat clans?âÂ
Ijichi gives Gojo a look. Gojo looks away, whistling. Eventually, Ijichiâs shoulders drop.Â
âSome minor clans with dwindling jujitsu sorcerers.â He gives. âAnd then the bounty happened and wellâŠâ he trails off.Â
You nod. âSo, when will everything go back to normal?â
Gojo grins. Ieiri sighs. Itâs Ijichi who gives the most concrete response.Â
You look at the three of them. âOr will things ever go back to normal?â
âItâs hard to say,â Ijichi says, ânews travels fast in the jujutsu world, but itâs not improbable. Miyashiro will let us know eventually.âÂ
"Miyashiro?âÂ
To answer your question, Ijichi pulls out his phone. You stare at a picture of yourself. But you know youâve never been in that restaurant before.Â
âItâs his technique.â Ijichi tells you. âFlesh manipulation. For the time being, Miyashiro will pose as you and can hopefully air out any potential bounty hunters. Heâs the perfect man for the job.âÂ
You nod, a bit skeptical. âIsnât this a bit dangerous? Arenât people trying to kill me?âÂ
Ijichi tucks away his phone. âMiyashiro is one our best. He'll be fine.â He assures.Â
Satisfied with your answers, you nod. Ieiri pulls away after she finishes wrapping your hand. Gojo claps his hands together.Â
âSee, roomie? Youâre in great hands!â He chirps. You nod, if only to seem compliant.Â
Apart from Gojo himself, Ieiri and Ijichi are the only ones who know about your predicament, his most trusted people. The rest of the world is unaware that there's someone posing as you, nor that you've gone into hiding. Not your friends. Not even your family. ("It's for the best," Ijichi explained when you voiced your worries, "but we promise, once the bounty is down, we'll return you back to your life. It'll be like nothing ever happened.").
Settling in barely takes a week. Gojo's nice enough to lend you his room, more than happy to set up in the living room. Despite how you two 'met', he's quickly proven to be a nice guy.Â
Nice. Just nice.Â
To be honest, you don't know all that much about Gojo. He's letting you stay in his home, but you don't see him all that much. Gojo is gone pretty much all day. Sometimes, he's gone for days on end. The apartment feels more like yours than his.Â
"I'm the strongest." He told you when you asked. You don't know what he means by that, so you didn't pry.Â
Despite the awkwardness, you don't mind the distant relationship. The man probably has his day packed with hunting down demons and this school he talked about.Â
The change doesn't happen until two weeks after you move in.Â
You weren't allowed to have a phone, nor any internet access, so you mostly spent your time doing hobbies. You've always wanted to learn to crochet, and now you finally had time to actually learn. Drawing also took some hours out of your day. And eventually, you moved onto cooking.Â
Ijichi was more than happy to grab you the grocery items when you asked. When you insisted on paying him back, he declined profusely. He was actually the one who organized getting your things and really moving you in. You have another thing you owe these people.Â
Cooking was a steep learning curve. Before, you'd only made simple sandwiches and curries, so the food starting out wasn't the best. But you enjoyed the journey more, rather than the end result. Pretty soon, you became pretty good at it.Â
Gojo wasn't home often these days, so you jump when the front door clicks open. He takes off that blindfold he's always wearing, blinking a couple times before his blue gaze settles on you in the kitchen.Â
"What's all this?" He cocks his head. He isn't smiling.Â
Oh no. You remembered getting permission to use his kitchen, but maybe he hadn't expected you to go this far? The kitchen is a mess. There's flour everywhere. You still hadn't washed the cutting board, nor the knives.Â
"I'm sorry," you say, "I-I can clean up and-"Â
He waves his hand. "It's fine. I'm not mad, I just..." He drifts off.Â
You suddenly have a feeling that you might've misread this entire situation.Â
"Would you like some?" You ask. "I think I made too much."Â
"I could eat," he says.
You smile.Â
A few moments later, the two of you are settled on the table. Gojo's never been so quiet before. In the short time you've known him, he's always been boisterous and playful. Now, he's silent. Staring at the food.Â
You hold your breath when he takes his first bite.Â
"It's good." He says, his mouth full. It's cute. "Really, really good. Damn."Â
You laugh out of nerves.Â
"You think so? I'm glad! It was my first time trying out this recipe and I wasn't sure if it'd turn out well and..." you're rambling, you know that. You can't help yourself.Â
"No, it's good. Real good," he says. It's silent again, but not as uncomfortable this time. The only thing you hear is the clanking of silverware and the hum of the lights. Outside the window, the city lights twinkle.Â
You're on your last bite when he speaks again.Â
"'been a while since I've had a homecooked meal." He starts with a slight laugh. "Kinda' forgot what it's like."Â
You think of the fridge. How it was only ever stacked with protein shakes and instant meals. Gojo was a sorcerer. The strongest. You think you get what that means now.Â
"I wouldn't mind doing this more often," you say.Â
He looks at you with the prettiest blue you've ever seen. The color of a bright cloudless sky.Â
"I think I'd like that."Â
Who ever said the phrase 'the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach' was onto something. Your friendship with Gojo bloomed after that night. On the seldom nights he came home, dinner was made and sitting on the table. It took a few days for the two of you to warm up enough to talk to each other. Once Gojo got going, it was a lot harder to shut him up. He talked about his school, his work as a teacher for other jujutsu sorcerers. You liked the way he talked about his students. Nothing but pride and affection .
On the nights he didn't come home, you'd save the leftovers in the fridge. They were usually gone by the morning.Â
He was around a lot more after that night. Not that you minded, it was his house. You just didn't get a few things about him. For example, that blindfold of his. Why wear it when it was clear he couldn't see with it on?Â
You decide to bring it up the third time he nearly runs you over.
"It's part of my technique." He explains. "The six eyes. They're basically cursed energy x-rays. The blindfold just limits their strength."Â
You were lounged on the sofa watching TV while he was plopped right next to you. He's switched his blindfold for his glasses.Â
"Oh," you say when it clicks, "and since I block people's abilities you..."Â
"Yup! Can't see you at all!" Gojo happily fills in. "It doesn't help that you're so quiet. Maybe I should put a bell on you."Â
You laugh, but it doesn't sound like he was joking.Â
"What's it like?" You ask, turning to him, "Seeing the way, you see? What-what do you see?"
"Everything." Gojo shrugs.Â
You frown. "That's not very descriptive."Â
He laughs. "Here, wanna try?" He takes off his glasses, handing them over. "These things are real popular with the ladies."Â
He's avoiding the question, but you don't bother chasing him for it. Instead, you grab the lenses, pulling them over your eyes. You expect to see the secrets of the universe. Instead, you see nothing but darkness. Though, that might be the point. Â
"Everything, hm?" You ask, when you take them off. "That sounds exhausting."Â
He takes them back with a grin. "It is! My eyes hurt so so much! You should pity me and make matcha tiramisu."Â
You laugh, drawing back. "That's what this is about? To guilt trip me into making dessert for you?"Â
"Did it work?"Â
You think for a moment.
"Get me the ingredients, and I'll see."Â
He cheers but doesn't fully answer your question until the episode ends when you've bid him goodnight and are about to return to the bedroom.Â
"You're blurry from far away."Â
When you look at him, his glasses are gone, tucked under his collar. It's night, but the sky still stares down at you. His usual smile is gone, stretched into a line you can't place.Â
"I can see down to molecules, atoms. Not you."Â
You look at him, his eyes. The beautiful curse they are.Â
You force yourself to take the first step. Then another. Then another. When you're right in front of him, when he's towering over you, you open to your mouth.Â
"What do you see, Gojo?"Â
"Everything." He honestly replies.Â
Everything. Not just cursed energy. Down to cells, molecules, atoms. You can't fathom how much that is, the essence of everything. What's that like? Being able to see the universe so much that it hurts? So much so that it makes him want to wear a blindfold and never see anything again.Â
But you're blurry. Gojo can't see you the way he sees others.Â
You reach your hands up slowly like you're approaching a wild animal. In some ways, maybe that's what Gojo is: unpredictable, able to wield the power of spaceâpower that's useless against you.Â
You cover his eyes. He doesn't stop you.Â
"What do you see, Satoru?"Â
He doesn't speak, and you're afraid he's forgotten how.Â
"Nothing." Quiet, barely more than a whisper.
He slouches ever so slightly, leaning into your hands like some weight's been lifted. It makes you smile.Â
When you try to pull your hands away, his wrap around your wrist, keeping you there. So you stayâfor as long as he wants.Â
It starts something of a tradition between the two of you. Not every night, not even most nights, but every so often, Satoru would grow quiet, shift in a particular way. You hoped it was therapeutic for him, a break rather than a glimpse of what could have been. You hoped you were helping.Â
And, if you were torturing him, hopefully, you won't be for long.Â
"How much longer do you think I have to do this?" You ask.Â
He hums, clearly not paying attention. You two were in the kitchen, making some sweet he saw trending on the internet. Well, you were doing all the work. Satoru kept trying to steal the batter.Â
"You know. Sleeping under your roof, eating all your food, stealing you bed." You urge, while whisking.Â
"You're acting like I've been keeping you in the attic, roomie." Satoru pouts. "C'mon, I haven't been that bad, have I?"Â
"I'm asking for your sake rather than mine," you tell him. "I'm sure you'll be thrilled to have your house back, and your bed. When will everything settle down?"Â
His blindfold is on, as it usually is. To help him out, you've taken to wearing squeaky slippers around the house. He'd offered to buy you one of those cat collars with bells. You declined.Â
He's looking in your direction. You know he can't see you, but you can still feel his eyes on you. It's a strange feeling.Â
"There's talks of taking down the bounty," Satoru finally says, losing his playful tone, "just rumors, nothing concrete. Worst comes to worst, we'll have to relocate you somewhere overseas."Â
Yeah, you were worried about that. Leaving everything behind, your home, your friends, your family, because your life was in danger. You hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.Â
"We have a couple of options, though," Satoru says, "negotiations, for one."Â
You perk up at that. "Negotiations?" You ask.Â
He nods. "Right now, you're under my protection. Unofficially. I could pull some strings, get those old geezers at the academy to take you in as some special assistant."Â
You tilt your head. "Like at the school that you teach, right?"Â
He nods. "We have a case like yours attending the school, too. I think you and him would get along."Â
"Your ability could be pretty useful to us. You might even get out in the field every so often." Satoru continues. "A special technique like that would be wasted down here."Â
Special. He's said that before. You can't remember when, but you know he's right. You're an anomaly, but you can use your abilities for good. But could you really do that? Risk your life every day? Lose pieces of yourself like that?
"I don't really feel special," you say, "I don't want to be special either." You glance at him. "Is that a bad thing?"Â
Even blindfolded, somehow, his eyes find yours.Â
"No," he says, no judgment in his voice, "it just makes you human."Â
Relief. You can feel it sinking through your veins. Part of you feels guilty. Satoru is right; you could do a lot. But you...you don't want to end up like him.Â
That makes you feel even worse, but then you catch something in his tone.Â
"You sound like you're not very human," you say back. You're teasing, but it falls flat.Â
He hums. It's not quite the response you were looking for. It takes a second for him to start up again.Â
"When I was younger, people used to call me creepy."Â
You stare at him.Â
"What?."Â
He grins, but it's not his usual one.Â
"It's true." He shrugs. "Mostly, it was 'cause of my eyes. They called them unnerving. Monstrous. My folks were always a creative bunch."Â He says it so casually, but you can hear the bite on his voice. It's phrased as a joke, but it isn't.
You put down your whisk, giving him your full attention.Â
"That's not true," you respond, "you know that, right? You aren't a monster. Monsters aren't as kind as you are."Â
"Oh?" He tilts his head. "Maybe I'm using my kindness as a lure to trap you. Guess you just fell for it, roomie. 'thought you were smarter than that." You roll your eyes.Â
"Okay, fine, I yield. You're a monster. But out of all the monsters in the world, I'd pick you."Â
For a moment, there's silence in the kitchen. Then-Â
"So cheesy!" Satoru laughs. He reaches over, roughly pinching your cheek. "Who knew you could say such cute things, roomie."Â
You slap his hands away, now extremely annoyed.Â
"Nevermind. I take it back," you retort. "I'd run away as far as I could from you."Â
"Good, you should," he replies. "I won't stop you."Â
You scoff.Â
"Maybe that's why everyone thought you were creepy." You go back to your whisking. "It's not your eyes, you just say a lot of ominous shit."Â
Despite how peaceful it is, making desert, cooking, and acting domestic, it can't last forever. The world was still hunting for you, and it had no problems reminding you of that.Â
One night, you wake up to the sounds of hushed talking.Â
It's coming from the living room. Multiple voices. Quiet but urgent. You're used to the noise. Satoru has this habit of blasting terrible soap operas at 2 am. You don't think that man sleeps. Over time, you've gotten used to at least one disturbance.Â
But this feels different. It's enough to rub the sleep out of your eyes, making you pad over to the hall.Â
They hear you before they see you. Satoru's apartment has creaky floorboards. Ijichi tugs on the collar of his shirt nervously. Ieiri just looks away. Satoru is leaning back against the couch, legs crossed. He's frowning. That's how you know something isn't right.Â
"Is everything okay?" You ask anyway.Â
Ijichi gives a tight grin.Â
"Everything's fine." He's quick to console. "We-we were just-"Â
"Stop." Satoru immediately cuts in. He's wearing his blindfold. You can't tell what he's thinking.Â
"We're not hiding it. Everyone involved should know."Â
Ijichi deflates. You think Ieiri sneers.Â
Satoru beckons you closer with long fingers. You step forward. They're sitting around a computer. You peek at the screen.
Instantly, you wish you hadn't.Â
There were pictures of you. Dead. Your body parts were strewn across the floor. Your hands were broken in every other way. Your legs were in pieces. Your head snapped clean off, blood oozing from your appendages like you were just a packet of liquid. One of your eyes was missing from its socket. The other was crushed. But it wasn't you, it was-Â
"Miyashiro. At least, what's left of him." Satoru gives. Â
The doppelganger, the guy who was covering for you. He was supposed to be one of their best; what happened to him?Â
What was going to happen to you?Â
They're talking again. At least, you think they are. Their words are muffled, filtered through water. You can't make out what anyone is saying. Your heart's beating too fast. It's pounding through your ears. You can only stare at the picture, what was left of him. Someone's touching you. A hand on your back.Â
"Roomie, hey," Satoru's voice comes.
The pounding stops. You look up at him.Â
Angelic. It's the only word you could think of. His snow-white hair was pretty, falling elegantly down his face. He'd taken his blindfold off. Blue eyes, sparkling, cleansing. Purifying, like the Ganges river.Â
How could anyone think a beautiful sight like this was monstrous?Â
He calls your name, your real name, and you break.Â
You cling to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. And you're sobbing, tears of everything flowing down your face.Â
Hands, hesitant, unsure, rest on your back. And then Satoru's holding you as tightly as he can.
He's warm. It's all you can think as you shake in his hold.Â
He's warm.Â
"I won't have to worry about that if I just gave in, hm?" You ask.Â
It was a couple of days later from your episode. Satoru had convinced you to give one of his soap operas a shot. On-screen, a woman slapped her cheating husband.Â
Satoru was lounging beside you, feet propped up on the coffee table. You want to tell him off, but it's his house.Â
"If you went to the school, you mean?" He asks. "Probably. You'd be a lot freer. Won't have to sit in a cramped apartment all day. 'sides, jujutsu tech is always on the lookout for fresh talent. The higher-ups would be ecstatic to have someone like you under their thumb."Â
"But I'd have to become a sorcerer." You say the unspoken.Â
Gojo nods. "Yeah, you would."Â
And you don't want that. To face curses, to face death every day. You know you can't handle that. You aren't strong, like Satoru.Â
"I'm sorry," you say.Â
He laughs. "For what?"Â
You shrug as the on-screen couple makes up again. "For being...a coward, I guess."
He thinks for a moment.Â
"It's not about bravery," he says in the end, "being a sorcerer is just...that. A sorcerer. It's a job. A title. Only a special few can do it. The crazy ones."Â
His tone gets a bit playful.Â
"No offense, roomie, but I don't think you got enough crazy in you."Â
"That's a compliment, actually." You correct. He ignores you.Â
"'sides, I like you staying here." Satoru declares, stretching his arms out on the couch. "Who'd feed me? It'd be horrible to go back to ramen again."Â
You roll your eyes. "Right. Who else will wake at 2 am because of your whining to make wagashi?"Â
"See! You get it!" Satoru grins. You can't force the smile off your face.Â
The husband's mistress has entered the set. The wife is confident that her husband will choose her. She's left heartbroken all over again. You don't get how she couldn't see it. The red flags were all there, and still, she was left blindsided. Never saw it coming. She trusts too easily, you decided.Â
"Also, I like having you here," Satoru says.Â
You glance at him. He's watching the screen.Â
"It's...nice." He admits after a bit. "To have company like this. It reminds me of back when I was younger. When the two of us lived in the dorms."Â
When he was a student? Who was he talking about? You don't pry. It's clear he isn't talking to you.Â
"I'm glad you're here," Satoru says.Â
Lightly, you bump shoulders with him. Infinity doesn't stop you.Â
"You're a sweet monster." You tell him.Â
He gives a secret grin.Â
Every once in a while, Gojo peeks into the bedroom while you're sleeping.Â
He's subtle about it, doesn't make too much noise. You're a light sleeper, so it takes little to nothing to wake you up.Â
He doesn't do anything. He stands there, shuffles here and there, hovering by the foot of the bed. You just pretend to be asleep in those cases, evening out your breaths, closing your eyes. It's always the same. He loiters around for a minute, and then he's shutting the door behind him.Â
It's strange, but you try not to think too much of it. He was probably looking for something. It's his room after all.Â
It's just...strange.Â
You find it when you're looking through his book shelf.Â
He doesn't have anything interesting to read. It's mainly just historical novels. You're perusing through one before a photograph falls out of the pages.Â
It's tiny, barely larger than your palm. It only takes a second to realize what you're looking at.Â
"Found your baby pictures." You gleefully tell Satoru when he comes back.Â
"What?" He tilts his head; you wave the photo in front of him. When he tries to take it, you pull back.Â
"Tiny Satoru!" You squeal. "Who knew you were once so small? I always thought you were born six feet over."Â
It's a simple photograph, a little aged, but still clear. Satoru looks about eight, standing between a man and a woman. His face is eerily blank. He stares with no emotion, not even a smile. He isn't wearing sunglasses or a blindfold. Doll-like blue eyes. You don't feel like you're looking at a child. He's too-
"Are those your parents?" You ask, letting him take the photograph from you.Â
"No," he says, "my caretakers."Â
Caretakers. Not nannies, or anything else. It felt so clinical. You lean against his shoulder, still staring at the photograph.Â
"You look cute." You finally say. When you peak over, a hint of a smile is twitching on his face. "But I totally agree with everyone. You look creepy. Like one of those children from the exorcist. Climbing over the walls."Â
"I never grew out of that phase." Satoru ponders. You laugh.Â
"What was it like?" You ask. "You said you're from a clan, right?"Â
"Exhausting." Satoru groans. "Never a break from training. I should go back and sue my folks for child abuse. I could get millions."Â
"I could help you with that." You pipe in. "I've never gone to law school, but I feel like I'd make a great lawyer."Â
"I'll keep that in mind." He promises teasingly before his smile fades.Â
"But that's the norm for most kids in jujutsu." He sighs. "Gotta' be perfect. Gotta' be the best, right from the beginning. There's a student I know who had a rough start, but she's the best in her class. Her clan didn't care about her potential. Those kids are all scary talented, they just need a bit of nurturing, that's all."Â
You stare at him. He catches you.Â
"What?" He asks, before his eyes widen. "Do I have a pimple?"Â
You shake your head. "For some reason, I feel like that's impossible for you." You tease.
"I'm just admiring you, I think. For being such a kind person."Â
"I thought we agreed I was a monster." Satoru points out.Â
This again. You roll your eyes.Â
"Fine, a good monster." You correct. "A monster, I know."Â
"The monster you know." He repeats
You want to ask him why he's so insistent on that. For some reason, you hold your voice.Â
Satoru's apartment had two bathrooms. Lately, the one in the bedroom has had some issues.Â
It's been awkward lately trying to share the only working bathroom. Satoru and you shower at around the same time, so you've opted to hold back your morning routine a little later. You still manage to catch each other. The amount of times you've accidentally caught him walking around with nothing but a towel around his waist would be too mortifying to admit.Â
But, so far, it's working. And you can't complain since you at least have one working bathroom. It's the little things.Â
Tonight, you wake up to your bladder urging you to move. And yet, your body still wants to sleep. You check the time. It's nearly 2 in the morning.
It takes a while to pull yourself up, unraveling yourself from the covers before you're trudging out the bedroom. Satoru's apartment is so dark. It's a completely different look compared to daytime. You feel your way with the walls, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. When you peek over at the living room, Satoru isn't there. He must not be coming home tonight.Â
The bathroom is shut, but there's a sliver of light bleeding under the door. Fuck, you did not shut the lights off last time. You need to be less careless.Â
At first, you think Satoru's hurt.Â
He looks hurt. He's hunched over, shaking shoulders, harsh breathing. You can only see his back, but he looks like he's in agony. You're about to step forward, ask what happened, and then you catch a glimpse of what he's clutching.Â
Pretty, blue, laced panties.Â
Your panties.Â
And you're close enough to hear his voice whispering your name. Over and over again.Â
"Fuck, fuck, baby, need you, just lemme-just lemme, all mine, all mine-"
He doubles over, tightening his grip on the edge of the sink. Your panties are damp.Â
You flinch, and in your moment of panic, you step back. Creaky floorboards.Â
Satoru looks up in the mirror. You don't move.Â
He takes his time. Placing his phone down. Adjusting his pants, washing his hands. You can only stand there, frozen. Staring. Staring until he's in front of you, looking right back.Â
You might have forgiven him if he had fumbled, laughed it off, became bashful. A human reaction. His face is eerily blank. He stares with no emotion, not even a smile. His eyes mirror that photograph. Doll-like, absolutely empty.Â
Monstrous.Â
Your eyes water. He turns blurry for a second.Â
Satoru steps aside. You wordlessly enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You don't bother locking.Â
You don't know how long you stay there, quiet, shaking, your mind trying to piece together what you just saw. You stay there for hours. You stay there for seconds. Time stretches on like infinity itself, yet even then, it's too short.Â
You're alone with him. It's a thought you never even had until now. You're alone with him.Â
Satoru is outside. You don't look at him, staring at the floor, looking at the carpet, counting each strand. You keep your head down when you return to the bedroom.Â
He follows. You say nothing. You don't look. You don't look, even when the covers shift and he gets into bed behind you. You don't look, even when there's a hand on your shoulder. You don't look, even when there's a chest pressed against your back.Â
You shiver, you shake. You don't look. He says nothing, even when you break down completely.Â
You wake up alone the next morning.Â
You don't waste a second. You're stumbling through the room, picking up your clothes, packing everything that you need. You're so panicked that you manage to knock over an alarm clock.Â
It's habit to reach down and pick it up. Learned politeness to scrutinize it to make sure it isn't broken.Â
A black dot stares back at you.Â
A camera.Â
Horrible memories of last night come back. He was watching something on his phone.Â
You feel nauseous, about to give all over the floor. You need to go. You needed to get out of there.Â
The apartment is silent, like it always is when Satoru isn't here. You just hadn't noticed how cold it was, lifeless. It makes the pit on your stomach gap. You expect the windows to be bolted shut. They aren't. Sunlight streams through the glass. The front door is unbarred too.Â
It's easy to leave.Â
You stop anyway. One question.Â
Where would you go?Â
You can't go back home. Miyashiro's body still haunts you. His soul in your body, torn apart with such hatred and vitriol. Those people were still looking for you. The only reason you were still alive was because Miyashiro took your death bed.Â
You'd die if you went back home.Â
You can't go to jujutsu tech. You'd be expected to lay down your life, serve a maskless force that pretended to do good. You'd certainly die. Ripped apart by curses.Â
You'd be slaughtered if you went to the school.
Every route is treacherous, nearly impossible, full of dangers and unknowns.Â
At least, you know what Satoru wants.Â
He's made it clear since the beginning. You were just willfully ignorant. Oblivious on purpose. More than happy to ignore the red flags because you knew he was a kind person to his students, ignoring the dichotomy of his actions.Â
Two things can be right at once.Â
Satoru won't stop you if you run. He told you that himself. You could leave if you wanted, and he won't follow. But every other path is filled with an intangible value, and Satoru is the monster you know.Â
Your hand falls away from the doorknob.Â
You get started on dinner.
You're still there when Satoru comes back. You say nothing. Neither does he. Dinner is a quiet affair. He doesn't talk about his day, he doesn't talk about his students. When you wash the plates, he's quietly standing behind you. When you get out of the shower, he's waiting outside the bathroom.Â
You can't bring yourself to look at him until you get into bed. Your eyes trail up, past his legs, his shoulders, his neck. Looking into Satoru's crystal blue eyes.Â
Blank. Numb. Empty.Â
You think of the cameras. You think of your stolen underwear.Â
You think of how much his eyes must hurt right then.Â
You raise one hand out, grasping the sleeve of his shirt. It's barely a tug, but the monster follows like he's weightless, crawling into bed. He's too big to hold properly, but he sinks into your body anyway. His forehead rests against your chest. His eyes close. You don't feel that ice anymore.Â
âWhat do you see, Satoru?âÂ
âNothing.â A pause. A stilted breath.Â
âNothing but you.âÂ
He was right in the end. Satoru is a monster. There's no other word that can describe him. Inhuman, far above humanity itself. But he's the monster you'd pick, every single time.
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Miss maâam, hi hello how are you?
I am presenting myself here, very very humbly to ask if we could please get another part of your Nerd Nanami fic?đ„čđ„č please please puhleaseeeeeeeee
That was an actual masterpiece, I had to read it very slowly and savour it, making sure to process every single sentence of that fic. Youâre so talented it makes me cry
Please offer us more Nanami, pleaseeeeeee
Giving the nerd a chance⊠part two
Tags: nerd!Nanami x fem!Reader, college au, smut with plot, nsfw, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink, dom!nanami, sub!reader, marathon sex, exhibitionism if you squint real hard, mdni
Synopsis: Your nerdy boyfriend is so prim and proper in real life, but he has big dick energy over text.
An: 4K Follower Special! I got over 20 requests for a part two of this fic. At this time, it is my best performing fic on tumblr, and I fear⊠I may have peaked with it. I never EVER intended on writing a second part because I was sure that I couldnât ever follow that fic up with something as good, but this sweet anon request warmed my heart so much that I decided to give the people what theyâre asking for. This oneâs going to be a long one⊠pace yourself because there will NOT be a third part⊠right?
Nanamiâs a stoic lover. He doesnât keep you hidden, but he doesnât outwardly drag attention towards your relationship. Too much attention meant drama, and Nanami hates drama.
Nanami asked you to be his girlfriend a few weeks after the first time you two slept together. Of course, everyone in his friend group saw it coming long before you two had even hooked up.
They saw the longing gazes between you two when you pined for each other. They saw the cheeky glances once you two finally started texting. They noticed how their dear friend smiled more â was more laid back and relaxed.
Everyone welcomed you into their small found family with open arms. They simply couldnât have picked anyone better to balance out Nanamiâs far too strict nature.
Things with Nanami were absolutely a dream. You two had great chemistry emotionally and physically. Of course, he just made things so easy for you.
While he is a stoic lover, you never ever feel unloved by him. Heâs always there to reassure you with words of affirmation or small touches that just remind you that heâs there.
Like when you two are at one of Satoruâs âexclusiveâ gatherings, if youâre not in Nanamiâs lap, then heâs got his hand on you somewhere. Sometimes he gets so bored during those little get togethers that he spends his time leisurely pressing kisses into your cheek and neck. He never quite understood Satoruâs and Suguruâs affinity with public displays of affection until he met you.
Or there's those times when you need a little extra help with your studies. Kento is right behind you, with you on his lap, his cock is snuggly being squeezed by your warm leaking cunt. He presses small chaste kisses against your temple and ear while you try your hardest to focus on the homework.
"Do you remember this one, sweetheart? We went over it in class yesterday... Aw, don't go all stupid on me now."
When you get an answer right, he'll reward you with small, shallow thrusts, but you have to finish the whole assignment to get him to really fuck you.
Or if you two are walking together in the halls, Nanami holds his arm out for you, letting you latch onto him so he can guide you two through the crowd of people. He knows how you are in crowded areas, so he's keen on not letting anyone get too close to you.
Nanamiâs a true gentleman too. His parents made sure they raised nothing less than a perfect man. Youâve never had to touch a door handle, any of your own money, or bags when you two go shopping. Nanami handles all of that for you. He doesnât let you walk on the outside when you two are on the sidewalk. Heâs respectful of you and your time, and he always listens to everything you have to say with his full attention because you deserve nothing less.
Nanamiâs parents truly did their best work with him, and speaking of his parents, Nanamiâs the type that wants to take you back home to meet them.
It was nearly fall break as you were sitting in your experimental research class â your final class before youâre free from the hell hole of academics for a full week.
You glance down at your phone as it buzzes in your lap. You and Nanami had been planning a trip out to his familyâs home in Hakone for a little bit now, and the closer that time gets to you two leaving, the more stressed out Nanami feels.
Nanami: Weâll probably leave out early tomorrow morning and catch the first train. Will you be okay with that?
Yn: Mhm. That sounds fine, Ken.
Nanami: After class, I need to inform you a little bit more about my parents⊠I just donât want you to feel shocked or surprised when you meet them.
Yn: Iâm not sure why Iâd be shocked or surprised, but Iâm excited to hear more.
Nanami: Donât get too excited.
You stare at his message for a bit, pondering what he couldâve meant by that. He hadnât ever spoke poorly of his parents, but he didnât necessarily praise them either. Actually⊠he never spoke of them.
*** *** ***
For the rest of the class, you wondered just what you were getting yourself into by going and meeting them. Maybe you two were moving too fast or..
âSweetheart.â His steady voice broke your trance. Heâs crouched down next to your desk to be eye-level with you, and the palms of his hand is gently caressing your cheek. âThere you are. Spaced out on me.â
The entire classroom is empty. Class mustâve ended a minute ago because not even the professor is in the room now. You mustâve been deep in your own head.
You let force out an awkward laugh before nuzzling your cheek further into his palm, seeking out his affections as comfort from the insecure thoughts that somehow always manage to find a way in.
âI was just.. thinkinâ about your parents is all..â You finally give him some sort of explanation, and Nanami softens a bit.
âItâs just a weekend, my love. Then, Iâll make it up to you.â His words are a promise. You know for a fact Nanami doesnât say things that he doesnât mean.
âI think that was the part where you were supposed to reassure me that theyâll like me-â
Nanami pulls you forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. âIt doesnât matter. Iâll still love you regardless.â
Gods, his words are so sweet, but they cut deep like daggers.
âTheyâre⊠not going to like me..?â You mumble in a tone that makes Nanamiâs heart sink. He takes your hands into his as he gets on his knee to better talk to you while youâre seated.
âMy parents are⊠very traditional.â He carefully explains, and his hazel eyes search yours for a reaction before he reluctantly continues. âThey want me to marry a girl from a specific family-â
âAn arranged marriage!?â You blurt out â unable to control your emotions as it feels like your heart is trying to force its way up your throat.
âSomething like that - but not exactly. Itâs not arranged, but itâs definitely heavily pushed.â He tries to keep his tone steady, but seeing you so upset like this has him feeling raw with emotion as well.
âSo, no, they will not be happy to know that Iâm going against their wishes, but theyâll come around eventually.â His eyes focus on yours, and he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
â⊠and if they donât?â A small sniffle escapes you before you can stop it. The thought of Nanami being with anyone else has your head spinning. Thereâs another girl out there who might be expecting for him to take her hand in marriage.
âHey... look at me.â He coaxes softly as his hand guides your face to look him in the eyes. âI couldnât give less of a fuck. Iâm doing this as a courtesy for them â not because I need their approval.â
Chills shoot up your spine from his words. Nanami rarely cusses, but when he does, itâs enough to even make Satoru blush when he hears it.
Your worry instantly flees your body when Nanamiâs lips press against yours to seal the deal. This was just a visit to his parents. Nothing more. Nothing less.
âIâm still gonna love youâŠâ He mumbles his words against your lips before seeking out more of your honeyed kisses. ââŠstill gonna marry you one dayâŠâ His deep voice groans a little as he gently suckles on your bottom lip. ââŠstill gonna fuck you senseless every night.â
âKen..â A breathy whine; a whimper; a plea.
âBecause you need it every night, donât you?â His lips are still chasing yours with an insatiable hunger. It just wasnât enough. If the next class wasnât coming in the next 10 minutes, heâd take you right here on your desk, but he doesnât fancy the idea of anyone elseâs eyes accidentally falling upon your ethereal body.
âMhm⊠need it.â You murmur against his lips quietly in agreement.
Nanami suddenly pulls away, and he reaches out, wrapping his hand around your wrist. âCome on before I fuck you right here.â He threatens and picks your bag up off the floor for you.
*** *** ***
A gasp flees you as Nanami pushes your back against his bed. His lips are immediately assaulting your neck: suckling soft red marks into your skin and nipping at you gently.
He loves to see the aftermath of his love on you, but he has to be careful this time. Canât have you going to meet his parents with hickeys all over your neck, can you?
âMmm~ What about Haibara?â You ask now before you find yourself too hypnotized by his affections.
âHe has a class right now.â Nanami answers before his hand trails up your thighs towards your already damp panties. He has had this on his mind all day since he saw you in that cute little skirt youâre wearing.
âAlready so wet.â He groans into your neck before biting at your shoulder. The pads of his fingers tease your sensitive clit through the cloth of your cotton panties. âFuck. Youâre so good to me.â
Nanami drops to his knees on the edge of the bed, and his strong arms pull you by your legs to where youâre situated at the edge for him to eat you out to his heartâs desire.
He doesnât even remove your panties before he leans in and presses a sloppy kiss to your cunt. He can already taste you through the fabric, and he needs more.
His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down your legs, carefully placing them on his bedside table. If he can swing it, heâll definitely hide them from you and claim that you lose them â just so he can keep them for when youâre not around.
Heâs not a pervert!! Well⊠he loves jerking off into his girlfriendâs panties when heâs too needy at night⊠Feeling the wet fabric that was pressed so unceremoniously against your heavenly cunt is more than enough to get him off quickly. It would be ungentlemanly to wake you up at your dorm for such a scandalous adventure. At least he washes and returns them to you promptly after using them a couple of times.
As soon as your panties are safely discarded, Nanami has his face right back between your legs. He uses his hands to prop your legs up on his shoulder, and he just.. absolutely begins to devour you.
âNgh.. oh fuckâ wait Ken.. I wan..â You can barely get your words out right while his tongue is lapping at your slippery folds.
âDidnât anyone ever teach you not to interrupt someone during a meal?â His hazel eyes look up at you with such a serious look â you feel like youâre being scolded.
Your face flushes a bright red before you relax back into his bed â accepting your fate. Kento smiles to himself, knowing that it doesnât take much to pacify you. Youâre too much of a good girl for him.
âMmm~ thatâs right. Just lay back and take what I give you, pretty girl.â He hums in satisfaction as his tongue connects with your cunt once more.
He licks up all the sticky wetness that you so graciously leak for him. Heâs so messy with it, practically french kissing with your cunt. Your juices are smeared across his chin from him hopelessly lapping at you. His tongue writes love letters to you against your clit, making your body shiver with pleasure and excitement.
One of your hands is clasping at the sheets, and the other hand is entangled in Kentoâs blonde hair, giving him small tugs as he gives you the best head of your life.
Your thighs unconsciously press together, trying to run from the weird sensations that his mouth gives to you. Your boyfriend grunts in dissatisfaction â not enjoying the sudden disobedience from you.
His hand press against each of your knees, and he forces your legs back open â spreading you wiiiide open for him.
âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â He asks while looking up at you through his lashes.
âPlease â please~â You whine. Your hips involuntarily buck up, trying to get any sort of friction.
âThen be good, and sit still.â Nanami orders, and his hand ever so carefully swats at your sensitive cunt â sending shockwaves of electrifying pleasure through your nerve endings.
ââm sorry.. âm sorry.. please.â Youâre so whiny and desperate to be stretching by him. Itâs honestly so pathetic that he pities you.
âMy poor sweet girl.â He chuckles lowly before pressing a more gentle kiss against your clit. His tongue carefully dips into your wet heat. âTastes too sweet for your own good. How am I supposed to stop enjoying you, huh?â
A glob of spit rolls down your cunt from Nanamiâs mouth, and he uses his own two fingers to spread it around, softly toying with your glistening pussy. A smirk curls on his lips as he watches the way your entrance flutters â so enticed by the potential of being filled by him.
You quietly stifle a squeal as he stuffs you with two of his thick fingers. âSo reactive, baby.â He murmurs as his tongue darts back out to gently lap and flick at your clit.
âKen.. fuck, fuck-! Mmmph..â Your hips start to roll against his fingers, trying to force them inside you. Your boyfriend obliges your silent request, and he pushes his fingers in deeper, curling upwards to that spot he knows will make you cry out his nameâŠ
âNanami-!â There it is. His fingers begin to roughly pump in and out, abusing your sensitive g-spot over and over again.
âBetter be a good girl and tell me you love me.â He mutters lowly into your cunt. He knows he doesnât have to tell you anymore â youâre already conditioned to tell him you love him when you cum. Even if heâs not the one making you finish, youâll text him a quick âI love youâ as you clench around your own fingers to the thought of him.
Your hips roll harder, and your moans are way more throaty â interrupted by small gasps for air. He can tell that youâre getting close. His mouth gently begins to suckle on the small bundle of nerves, and he focuses his tongue on swirling circles around your clit.
Itâs all so much. It feels like Nanami is literally playing you like an instrument. He knows exactly what to do to make you a whiny trembling mess.
His fat fingers are pummeling into you, slamming into your sweet spot â making overstimulated tears well up in your eyes. âSh-shit.. gonna cum.. Nanami⊠ah~ more..â Youâre babbling utter nonsense while trying to find your orgasm.
Your stomach starts to clench, and it almost feels uncomfortable. Your breath stutters as Nanami murmurs into your pussy. âLet go for me, darling. Let it alllll out.â He encourages you as if his fingers and tongue arenât absolutely tag teaming you.
âAh~ Mmph⊠I.. fuck- I love you-!â You moan as you finally feel your orgasm suddenly break. Your tight walls clench around Nanamiâs fingers, and fluids from your arousal gush out, making a big mess on his face and clothes.
Nanami quietly chuckles as he comes to realization that you just squirted on him. âOh? Thatâs how you feel, huh?â He mocks playfully before pressing one last french kiss against your cunt. âI love you more darling.â
For a moment, you donât know if itâs more directed towards you or your pussy.
*** *** ***
The early morning train ride was spent with your head cozied into Nanamiâs shoulder as he had a protective arm around you. The scenery outside was beautiful. Hakone is known for their breathtaking sights of Mount Fiji. Too bad your eyelids were so heavy from getting up so early.
Nanami takes the silence as a time to reflect. He truly canât remember a time when he was nervous like this. It was as if that emotion left him when he was a teenage boy. His familyâs harsh regime for raising him left no room for shy or nervous behavior. Men were strong, confident, sophisticated. They exuded chivalry in everything they do.
Honestly, heâs glad that he was raised the way he was. Every time he bears witness to Gojoâs crude behavior, he can only think of how happy he is to have had a strict childhood.
But right now, he wishes he wasnât so nervous. His heart is pounding in his chest, and heâs silently praying that you canât hear it. Even though he didnât care what his parents thought of you, he didnât fancy the idea of seeing you torn down by his parents. Hopefully, theyâll have enough class to take up the issues with him â not you.
*** *** ***
Nanamiâs parentâs house had a very traditional vibe to it, and it was easily twice as big as the house you grew up in. It was beautifully decorated, and the lawn was obviously meticulously cared for. It makes sense that Nanami grew up here.
âJust one weekend. Then, weâll be back to normal.â Nanami murmurs softly into your ear. Though, he doesnât know if heâs reassuring you or himself at this point. He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door with a heavy fist.
âOh, Kennn.â His mother immediately ran up to Nanami and gave him a big hug after answering the door, which he returned back to her.
âItâs good to see you, mom.â He responds heartily before he holds out his hand to his dad.
âLook at you. Our son has grown up on us.â His dad gives a sweet smile while gently nudging his mom with his elbow.
âDonât remind me!â His mom practically wails with her arms still wrapped around Nanami, and youâre awkwardly on standby.
Nanami finally puts his hands on his momâs shoulders, and he forces her to take a step back. âIt hasnât even been that long since you two saw me, and besides, I brought someone for you two to meet.â
His arm carefully wraps back around your waist, and he looks at his parents before collecting himself briefly. âThis is my girlfriend, Yn. Yn, these are my parents.â
His momâs smile falters almost unnoticeably, but you immediately pick up on her dissatisfaction. His dad seems to just he surprised.
âAh, yes, welcome to our home, yn.â His dad finally says with an earnest smile, and he subtly nudges his wife. Itâs definitely a silent reminder for her to stop looking at you like youâre an intruder.
âYour home is lovely, Mr. and Mrs. Nanami. Itâs nice to meet you two.â You try your best to not sound nervous at all, but his momâs face just makes your stomach turn.
His parents guide you through their home, but they mostly focus their attention on Nanami: asking him about his studies, asking how Gojoâs doing, and asking if heâs contacted some girl named⊠Allegra. You couldnât help but wonder if that was the girl who they wanted him to marry instead.
They didnât ask you very many questions. His dad was friendly, but it seemed like he was tip toeing around all the awkward tension. His mom was just flat out ignoring your presence â clearly in denial about her son having a girlfriend who wasnât this mysterious Allegra girl.
When it came time for dinner, his dad finally broke the awkward tension and asked about you.
âSo yn, you go to the same college as Kento?â His dad seems to be genuinely sweet â just more on the passive shy side.
âYeah, Ken and I actually share quite a few classes together.â You smile as your utensil grazes along the food they prepared. It smells delicious, but your nerves will barely allow you to nibble on it.
âWhat are you studying?â
âOh, Iâm in general studies for now. Iâm still deciding on what to major in.â You reply as you finally feel yourself beginning to relax in your chair.
âDid you tell your friend that Allegra is studying to become a doctor? Wouldnât that be nice to have in the family?â His mom finally speaks up, only addressing Nanami and not you.
Your stomach sinks as you realize why Nanami was so apologetic and reassuring this entire time. He knew his mom was just going to take subtle digs at you the entire time.
âOne, sheâs my girlfriend â not friend. Two, no, I have no reason to speak about Allegra with my girlfriend.â Nanami responds, and he gives his mom a subtle look. It appears they have a brief challenging moment before his mom looks away and relents.
Nanamiâs foot gently nudges yours underneath the table, and you try to give him a small smile in response. Itâs just hard when clearly youâre not wanted in this household.
The dinner goes silent for a moment, and the dining area fills with the sounds of chopsticks gently touching against plates. You subtly check your phone for an escape.
Nanami: Donât pay her any mind, okay?
Nanami: I promise Iâll make up for this tonight. Iâll kiss you for every rude thing she says.
Yn: and for every time she says Allegra?
Nanami: Iâll fuck you until you canât remember her name⊠make you so dumb until you can only remember my name. Thatâs all you need to know anyways.
Yeah, thatâll do it. The negative emotions are gone â replaced by a feral need for his cock. You take a subtle breath before putting your phone away, not wanting anyone to accidentally see him dirty talking you right in front of his parents.
âAh, do you think you can help me out with the car tomorrow, Kento? Your old man is getting too old and worn out to crawl underneath there.â His dad finally breaks the silence once more.
âOf course, dad. What are you needing done on it? Iâll probably wake up early and get it done before day breaks.â Your boyfriend is such a good son. Itâs no wonder that his mom is stupid protective over him.
âI just need to breaks changed on it. Itâs probably due for an oil change too.â His dad explains, and Nanami assures him that heâll get it done.
âI didnât know you knew much about cars.â You take the chance of speaking up, and Nanamiâs hazel eyes meet yours. His face instantly softens, and his mouth opens to speak. Too bad his mom beats him too it.
âOf course, he does. He needs to know all sorts of things like that in case his future wife needs her car repaired.â His mom says with a hint of hostility in her tone. âSpeaking of which, Allegra just bought a new car a few months ago.â
You sit in silence for a moment, and you feel your stomach twisting in discomfort. You donât know why you care so much for this womanâs opinion of you. Nanami already warned you that they likely wouldnât approve of you, but you didnât know you signed up to practically be bullied all weekend.
âI know a few basic things about cars. Nothing major.â Nanami responds to you â ignoring his motherâs comments. âI can show you too if youâre interested.â
A small smile curls on your lips, and you swallow back your emotionsâ trying to stay strong for him. âThatâd be nice.â
âYou definitely have aâŠ.â
âMom.â Nanami immediately warns, staring down his mother before she can even finish her sentence.
âWhat? I wasnât going to say anything mean.â Sheâs immediately on the defensive, casually laughing as if sheâs been nothing but friendly this entire time. âI was just going to say that your friend certainly has a bold personality⊠wearing red to meet someoneâs parents is definitely⊠a choice.â
Your eyes look down at the nice blouse youâre wearing, and you swallow harshly. Nanami was actually the one to pick it out for you. He reassured you this morning that you looked gorgeous â unknowingly signing you up to be bullied.
Your face is burning hot with embarrassment, and you wish you could just fold in on yourself and die right on the spot.
âDonât talk about my girlfriend like that.â Nanami frowns, and he puts his chopsticks down on his plate. âIâm serious. Being a bully at your age is unbecoming to you as a mother.â
âKento.â His dad warns, but Nanami doesnât relent for a second.
âNo. Iâm not going to sit here and allow her to continue disrespecting my girlfriend like that.â Your boyfriend retorts, and he switches back to glaring at his mother. âIâm not dating Allegra â nor do I want to. Iâm doing you a favor by introducing you to yn. I figured youâd like to know your future daughter in law.â He gestures to you,
The color leaves his momâs face as she stares back at her son â as if him implying that he is going to marry you is the worst news sheâs ever heard. Her eyes cut over towards you in a vicious glare. âHow long have you even known my son?â
Your heart is beating straight through your chest. Confrontation isnât your strong suit, and to be honest, his mother was terrifying even though sheâs literally shorter than you are.
âW-well, we met in college soâŠâ You inwardly curse for stumbling over your words, and Nanami frowns as he looks at you. He hates that his parents are making you so unsure of yourself and your role in his life. He wants to take all your insecurities away and make you forget this ever even happened.
âItâs not even been that long! You donât even have history with this girl. Allegra was your first kiss.. your first everything!â His mother raises her voice at Nanami, making exasperating hand motions.
His first everything? He told you that you were his first.
Tears prick into your eyes before you can even think to stop him. Overwhelmed by shame and just utter defeat, you donât even know what to do other than to hide and cry.
Nanamiâs eyes widen as he sees you clearly trying to cover up the tears streaming down your cheeks. His jaw tightens as he returns his gaze to his mother.
âThatâs funny. I donât recall you ever being present for any of those things.â His mom starts to speak up, but he is quick to shut her back down. âI kissed Allegra because you were breathing down my neck to. I was barely 15 at that time, and it happened once. That was the first and only time I ever even touched her.â
His mom starts to try to speak up again to probably bring up some other point about why he should be with Allegra. Nanami interrupts her again.
âAllegra and I do not like each other. We hardly tolerated each other for yours and her parentsâ sake. You have to get over it. Iâm with yn, and Iâm happy â happier than Iâve ever been. She was my first everything. My first real kiss, my first girlfriend, and since you seem to want to stick your nose so far in my business, she was my first in bed too.â
âKento, youâre being incredibly disrespectful.â Her voice is much more strict now as she scolds her grown son.
âI wonder where I get it from. It seems as though we both have a propensity for being rude.â He retorts, and while heâs arguing, his hand slides over to your inner thigh under the table, and he gropes it harshly.
Heâs so pissed. He doesnât even know how to get rid of this anger. His hand squeezes your thigh tightly, making your face go bright red as you look away from everyone.
âIâm not accepting her into this family. You can forget that. Sheâs changed you.â His motherâs words are growing harsher, and his dad is trying to quietly calm her. She doesnât pay him any mind though.
âFine. Weâll just go make our own family.â Nanami scoots his chair back, and he stands up. His hand roughly pulls you up as well â not giving you a chance to even think about what he just said. He bends down and effortlessly throw you over his shoulder, making you gape in surprise. His arm securing you by wrapping around the back of your thighs. âAnd by the way, I chose the red blouse. It matches the cute bra sheâs wearing that I also chose for her.â
His parents stare at him â both completely dumbfounded by what just happened. They didnât raise him to be like that, but what were they going to do?? Stop him? Thatâs a laughable thought. Youâre not even sure God himself could pull Ken off of you when heâs feral like this.
His footsteps are heavy as he stomps up the stairs towards his teenage bedroom. Nothing has changed since he was last in here. Itâs still completely sterile from how he was made to clean it each day. The walls are littered with posters of various science related things, and he has some posters of older video games he use to enjoy.
Your body is practically flung onto the bed, and Nanami doesnât waste a single second. His heart is pounding in his chest. His mind is fogged with pure anger. He hasnât felt like this in so long. It reminds him of why he took up going to the gym.
With no punching bag in sight, youâre his only outlet.
His body is unwavering on top of yours â a force to be reckoned with, and his mouth immediately connects with yours in a suffocating kiss. Quiet hums and moans fill the air between you two, and he quite literally steals the breath from your lungs. His fingers wrap around your wrists easily, pinning them above your head on the bed.
No longer satiated from robbing you of your breath, Nanami trails his kisses down to your neck. To hell with not marking you â he needs to see his brand on your neck. Youâre his, arenât you? Who cares if his parents see?
âAh~â You let out a breathy whimper as he angrily sucks and bites on your neck. Your skin is sensitive - already turning bright shades of blue and purple from his mouth. His dental imprint litters your neck and shoulders.
âK-Ken.. what about..?â You start to ask about his parents. Theyâre going to hear you two. Wouldnât that just make things worse?
âDonât care.â He responds so brashly. If he thinks about his parentâs behavior any longer, heâs going to need to fuck you into next week to get all his anger out.
Riiiip!
Your eyes widen as you look up at your boyfriendâs hulking figure. The blouse that you were just criticized for was now more like a coat, split down the middle, revealing your perfect breasts, so prettily on display in your red lacy bra.
His mouth waters as he looks you up and down. You have almost this panicked look in your eye, provoked by his unpredictability, and for whatever reason, itâs driving him insane.
His mouth is back on you like it never left: kissing and biting on your mounds, painting them so beautifully with his mark. âYouâre mine.â He grunts lowly. His jealousy almost makes it sound like his parents were insinuating that you should marry someone else.
âSay it.â He demands before his teeth graze over your collarbone. His warm breath fans over your skin, making you shiver.
âYours.â You comply with such a small whimper, and your body jolts when you feel his raging bulge rub against you.
âSee what you do to me?â He rumbles lowly as he looks down to where heâs now shamelessly dry humping you through clothes like heâs a horny teenager.
âFuck⊠Ken..â You whisper as youâre also mesmerized by the sight. His slacks are completely taught, outlining the shape of his cock so well. You can almost see the veins that protrude on him.
His hips rolls slowly against yours, savoring the way the fabric rubs against him and you. His dick is painfully throbbing â begging for the reprieve of being squeezed by your gummy walls.
âAre you as much of a mess as I am, baby?â He asks as his hand dips into your pants. His eyebrows furrow, and he lets out a low groan as his fingers are instantly coated in your slick. He slips his hand back out of your pants just to slide his fingers into his mouth. He holds eye contact with you as he hums in satisfaction. He'll never get enough of your taste.
âYou want this, donât you? Want me to fuck you where my parents can hear you?â He slides his hand back down into your pants, and his fingers rub tight, firm circles against your clit, making your body squirm from pleasure.
âNngh~ ah!â Youâre already so noisy, and he hasnât even began fucking you yet.
âGive âem a show, baby. Let them hear how good I make you feel.â
âMmm~ KenâŠâ You moan as your back arches up off the bed. His fingers press down harder on your swollen clit.
âYou can do better than that, darling.â He can be so condescending in bed, using that insatiable need for praise against you.
âKen!â You shout, all logical thought has abandoned you. He tells you to do better? You do better.
âGood girl.â He purrs before sliding his hand out of your pants. He canât get your clothes off of you quick enough. His cock is beckoning for attention, still neglected from yesterday of just eating you out.
Your hands shakily try to unbutton his shirt, and he chuckles lowly at your pitiful efforts. âAw, my poor girl. Already so shaken up. Go on. You can do it.â
You huff at his taunting. Usually, heâd just see you struggling and take off his clothes for you, but today he was thriving off watching you so desperately trying to get his clothes off him.
It takes you a minute to get his clothes off him, and you donât even properly take off his pants. You merely shoved them down along with his boxers just low enough for his monstrous cock to spring out. Nanami merely watches you with a cocky smirk.
âYeah? This is what you wanted?â He purrs lowly, and he carefully drags his tip up and down your core, smearing his precum along your lips as if his tip was giving you a sloppy kiss.
âGonna take all of it, arenât you?â His other hand releases your wrists, and he lovingly cups your cheek. His hand is so big compared to your face. He loves watching you nuzzle up into his palm.
You nod your head quickly in response, lifting your hips up to meet his with each slow movement. Wet slippery noises from your cunt weeping for him fill the room.
âUse your words.â He demands before he speaks up louder â just to spite his parents who are right below you two. âI said. Youâre going to take this dick like a good girl, arenât you?â
âYes!â You whine before your body is completely shell shocked from a quick slap to your cunt. His cock is so heavy â you can feel the weight of it as his rudely smacks it against you again.
âLouder.â
âYes sir-!â You immediately oblige, following his commands without a second thought in your brain.
His lips curl into a lopsided grin, and he carefully guides his sweltering tip towards your entrance, plugging your hole with just his head.
âKeep being a good girl like that, and I might have to give you baby. Do you want that?â He asks while carefully stretching you by fucking his tip in and out of your tight hole. âYou wanna have my baby, donât you?â
âFfffuck- Ken! T-too much..â You squirm your body against his bedsheets, and he chuckles at your poor attempt at getting away.
âYou clearly want this, so why are you running?â He hands latch onto your thighs, and he pulls you back down towards him, inadvertently impaling you even further on his cock.
A smug chuckles bubbles up in his throat as he sees how much of a mindless mess you are. He loves how he can make you all dumb so quickly with his dick. It brings him great joy to know that you trust him and can just let go, letting the more primal urges take over.
âMmm~ so tight and wet for me, arenât you darling? Need to just let Ken take care of you, yeah?â His voice is like velvet as he slowly thrusts himself in and out, sinking deeper into you with each movement, splitting you wide open.
âAh~! nnnnn⊠so good.â You manage to whine out.
âWhat a crybaby. I know you can take me better than that, darling.â Nanami gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before his large hand wraps around your neck, applying pressure in just the right spots to make you all lightheaded.
"Come on. Show me how good you can take it~" His hips snap forward suddenly, sinking his full length deep inside you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he takes full control over you.
His hips are pounding forward, bumping his tip right against your cervix with every mean thrust. His balls are heavy and slapping against the flesh of your ass â a reminder for how pent up he's been recently.
Maybe it's the lack of an orgasm for the last couple of days or maybe it's his parents being utter assholes to you, but Kento finds himself feeling frustrated all over again. Low grunts and growls escape him, and he uses his grip on your neck to push himself in even further -- harder.
The sound of skin clapping against skin fills the room, and his childhood beds starts to squeak out with each forceful blow. He knows for a fact that his parents can hear every single noise. The thin walls of this house absolutely hide nothing. He may as well have fucked you right there against the kitchen table to really prove a point.
"Fuck-! Kenkenkenken! Ah~" You can't even form sentences much less words other than his name. Before you can even warn him, your walls begin to pulse around him - practically milking him while your orgasm takes you over. "Nnngh~ I-I love you.."
"Mmnn~ I didn't tell you that you could do that, sweetheart." He hazel eyes bore into your very soul as his grin shifts to a more wild one. His hips move with even more vigor as if he's trying to push himself straight into your womb,
His hand lets go of your throat, finally allowing you to get a deep breath of air while trying to cope with his massive size pumping in and out of you as if you're nothing but a senseless fuck toy, but you clearly fucking love it. You're practically dripping all over him, soaking his bedsheets in your arousal.
At this point, his parents aren't sure if he's killing you or fucking you. Either way, they're too afraid to intervene. They didn't raise a gentleman at all. They raised a monster.
"Mmph... Need to give you a baby. Can I? You'd make such a pretty mama. School be damned. I need you." Normally, Nanami is pretty controlled over his pillow talk. He's really good at it, but right now, he's completely lost in you -- just babbling promises of giving you a baby and marrying you.
"Y-yes, Ken! Fuck... give me a baby, please." Your legs are trembling around his waist, and your fingernails are giving him such pretty decorations along his back. Small trophies for fucking you just right.
"Fuuuck- Take it. T... take it all..." His voice is a gravely groan as his cock twitches inside you, spilling all of his seed directly into your tummy. It's so fucking much from holding back for a couple of days - completely filling you up. "I love you so much. Gonna marry you one day."
The house is eerily silent for a moment as both you and Nanami catch your breaths. He stays planted on top of you, keeping your legs hooked around his waist. Small creaks of footsteps against a floorboard fill the air, and you tense up, thinking his parents were going to come in there and raise all sorts of problems.
Nanami gently strokes your face with the back of his hand. "Shhh, they're not coming in here. Promise." He whispers lowly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. You slowly relax in his arms, trusting his words that his parents weren't going to come in there.
You can hear a door open and shut, and it sounds like bickering back and forth between his parents.
"See? They're just going to bed." He presses another reassuring kiss to your cheek.
His hips continue to lazily pump in and out of you, basically fucking his cum back into you as it seeps out. His cock is hyper sensitive, but he can't get enough. You're completely drenched for him. You deserve more of his loving.
"Keennn~" You whine quietly, shifting in the bed slightly as your legs are all achy and sore from him taking out all of his anger on you.
"What is it, baby?" He asks in a hushed whisper against your ear. His breath tickles your skin, making you slightly squirm in response. "I'm just making sure it takes, yeah?" His cock sinks further into you, already growing hard all over again even though he just finished.
"Mmmph~" You hum as your eyes slipped closed. Nanami smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, knowing that you're already needy all over again for him.
"Answer me, darling. Want me to stop?" He asks while peppering kisses all over your face. If the last round was about degradation and taking his anger out, then this one was about how much he loves you and can't get enough of you.
"Nonono... don't stop, please." You murmur out quickly, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
"That's my good girl... Always needin' more, aren't you?" He hums lowly, and his cock pumps in and out so slowly, delicately smushing against your cervix with each loving thrust.
"Mmn.. I love you." You slur out, completely cock drunk at this point. Kento just smiles and continues to dote on your with messy kisses against your cheeks and neck. His hand is gently massaging your breast, just barely teasing your nipple while he makes love to you.
"And I love you, darling." He responds before he feels you squeezing around him already. "Oh pretty, again?" He asks as his eyes look down to your fluids gushing around his length. "Such a mess. How are we meant to sleep on these sheets now?"
"'m sorry... I c-couldn't help it. 'm so sorry." You whimper as your face dips into his shoulder, hiding you obvious embarrassment.
Kento's arms wrap around your waist, and he uses his hold on you to drag you up and down along his length â still moving at such a torturously slow pace, making you feel every inch as it enters you.
"Aw, that's alright, darling. I'll clean us up. Just take a little bit more for me, yeah?" He whispers into your ear while your pelvis is slotting against his. He's damn near holding you up into his arms. Lucky you for having such a strong boyfriend.
His lips find yours for a messy kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, claiming your mouth as his completely. A few seconds later, his cock is pumping you full again with his cum â still so much on the second round.
Without even missing a beat, Nanami's mumbling breathily in your ear. "Mmm, I know I said I'd clean us up, but you wouldn't hate a third round, would you?"
*** *** ***
Nanami didn't wake you up the next morning to watch him work on the car. He knew your poor little body was put through the ringer yesterday, so he gave you a tender kiss on the temple before making his way into the garage in just his sleeping pants and socks.
His father's car was already propped up on the jack, and his father groaned as he leaned up off the ground. "Well good morning." He says in a knowing tone.
"Good morning. Why are you down there? I told you I'd fix it today." Nanami asks as he shoos his dad out of his way, and he slides himself underneath the car.
"Well, I didn't know if you'd be up for it after your fun ventures last night." His dad hands Nanami a tool to help get the brake pads off the car.
Nanami stays silent. In his new found clarity, he does know that fucking you so loudly to where his parents can hear was a weird retaliation method, but he doesn't regret doing it.
"Your mother cried all night last night."
"Maybe she needs a reality check if she's that damn upset about who I choose to romantically involve myself with." Nanami rolls his eyes, and he grunts as he forces the brake pad away from the car.
"I don't think she was crying because of that. I think she realizes just how far she drove you away from her with her constant pressure over your love life." His dad explains, and he hands Nanami the new brake pad to replace on the car. "I'm not saying you or yn have to forgive her for how she acted today, but I am asking that you try to give her another chance today. I think she understands now."
Nanami takes a deep breath, but he nods quietly. "She's got one more time to say anything rude to my girlfriend, and we're taking the first train back to the university."
*** *** ***
Your eyes darted over to Nanami's nervously when his mother asked you to have a girl's day with her, but your boyfriend gently rubbed your back, silently assuring you that it'd be okay. At least, he hoped it'd be okay.
Nanami: Text me if she says anything rude. I'll pack our stuff up and we'll leave, okay?
Luckily, you didn't have to text him at all that day. His mom took you sight seeing around the town, out to eat at one of Hakone's favorite restaurants, and you two got your nails done.
"You know, I was being a bad person yesterday." She starts off as you two are sat next to each other. Her feet are being massaged by one of the workers, and you're getting your toes painted. "I guess I just had this idea of how I wanted Kento's life to go, and when things started not going to plan, I started trying to grasp onto anything that'd give me control."
You glance over at his mother, and she has a small nostalgic smile upon her face. "I can't believe I allowed myself to act that way towards you... especially after my parents did the same thing to Kento's dad."
"Your parents didn't accept Kento either?" You curiously ask, wondering how similar your stories were.
"No, but they didn't try to arrange me into a marriage either. They just didn't think Kento's dad was manly enough for me. They didn't like seeing me wear the pants in the relationship, but that's just what works for us... I use to beg for them to just let us be happy, but they never stopped criticizing him. I finally just.. stopping talking to them when I fell pregnant with Kento." She explains in a voice raw with emotion. You can clearly see how this still impacts her to this day.
"I don't want Ken to do the same to me... I want to be in his and your life and my future grandchild's life if that's what you two choose to do. I raised him well, and I know he has a good judgement of character. So, I know you must be a good person. If he's happy, then that's all that matters to me." She goes on, giving you a small apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry for how I acted towards you last night. It will never happen again."
*** *** ***
Nanami had spent the whole day checking his phone religiously while his dad kept him employed with random home renovation tasks. He was waiting for the moment to start packing up your stuff and telling his mom that he wasn't going to speak to them again.
When he heard sounds of wailing coming from the front door, he immediately hopped off the ladder that his dad was holding for him.
"Kento-!" His dad shouts as he wobbles around, but Nanami was already speed walking towards the front door to see what was happening.
To his surprise, there was no wailing. It was only hysterical laughter coming from you and his mom. He stood in the door way with a confused look on his face as he observed you two.
"Yes, he was such a cutie pie.." His mom laughs as she shows you another picture of Kento in high school.
"Aww, Ken... you didn't tell me you were emo." You greeted your boyfriend with a fit of giggles from seeing his high school photos. His fringe proudly in view.
Nanami rakes his hands through his shorter hair now, and he lets out a relieved laugh. Seeing you interact so happily with his mom was enough to make him feel full with love. His heart feels at ease now... until he remembers that he has to meet your parents at some point.
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On your blog you've talked about dealing with chronic as a result from the stress of masking your autism.
It's a bit of a different situation, but my little sister (who we've begun to suspect has adhd) has been experiencing chronic pain in her arms and legs. I may be totally off base, but I was wondering if a similar stess might potentially be a factor in her pain.
If you're willing, would you mind talking about how your pain affected before you found a way to manage it (I tried searching your tumblr, but not much came up, so sorry if I'm asking a question that's already been answered)?
Thanks either way, I love your books. Love is real!
sure buckaroo GOOD QUESTION. i have had chronic pain in some form or another for LONG TIME in a number of STRESS RELATED WAYS. in past it has been cracking teeth from clenching dang jaws while i sleep and things like that, but a few years ago it was FULL ON BODY PAIN AND TIGHTNESS like every muscle was clenching up. went to the doctor over and over all kinds of dang specialists and it was very difficult to figure out what was going on. eventually landed on a sort of nebulous trot of STRESS but i can get more specific.
there are several things about me that you would never know just from looking or even talking to me for long times. i am a bi buckaroo, i am a non-dysphoric trans buckaroo, i am an autistic buckaroo. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE THINGS IS EITHER HIDDEN AUTOMATICALLY OR I AM SUCH AN EXPERT AT HIDING THAT IT IS SECOND NATURE
autism presents its trot in many ways, so my words do not apply to all, but my version is EXTREME ORGANIZATION AND ENDLESS WORK ETHIC. in way of freud (which is a silly way but sometimes good for symbolism talk) i have what you would call an OVERDEVELOPED SUPER EGO which is a double edged sword. i can write 100s of books at an incredible pace, but also feel like my body is constantly collapsing in on itself
this is not really something i consciously think about much, but eventually these health problems started creeping up. it was all from carrying this mystery tension in my body, because while it feels EASY for me to mask i believe all that tension goes somewhere and it stores up and stores up and stores up.
so i think the HEALTHY way that i have found to deal with this (i think of it as releasing the steam valve a bit so the boiler does not break down) is ART. this space where i am allowed to be CHUCK TINGLE and write without obsessing over the spelling or punctuation, or to loudly express my queerness, or explore gender, and to let my neurotypical mask down DIRECTLY RELIEVES my chronic pain because it literally makes my muscles relax.
when i started out this ARTISTIC TROT as chuck i used a LOT of metaphor to keep my privacy, with different words or different versions of people for different things, and buckaroos found this very funny. as a way to express myself artistically i also liked this metaphor trot a lot, but i have also found that the LESS metaphor i paint over my life as chuck, the better it is for my health. if you have noticed, i talk less about some of the parts of my life that were metaphors, or maybe you have seen that my voice has relaxed a bit in interviews, or that i carry myself a little differently over time, this is partially why. (there is another artistic reason that was a planned trot from the beginning and it has to do with my feelings as a young autistic buckaroo of not fitting in on this timeline, but we can dive into that later).
anyway, as PRACTICAL ADVICE i would say that FINDING A SPACE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WITHOUT FEAR OR MASKING has been the number one trot for me. that can be a pink bag over your head writing hundreds of erotic shorts, or that can be just laying on the ground howling your heart out, or doing whatever stim you need to do.
i will also say that ONCE I REALIZED IT WAS MUSCLE TENSION getting a physical therapist helped a lot. because there are two sides, you have to start releasing steam from the steam valve, but at the same time youve also gotta start HEALING THE DAMAGE. so i think stretching and techniques like that can be very helpful.
hope that helps buckaroo LOVE IS REAL
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*ïŸâ§ JJK Character's Fav Positions
tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw
word count: expected 2.2k
a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write
âïœĄË âĄ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber
nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while
yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms
getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.
âïœĄË âĄ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head
gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold
inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept
âïœĄË âĄ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow âą for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed
maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you
choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head
âïœĄË âĄ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land
megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.
nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case
toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you
âïœĄË âĄ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise
yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.
sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems
NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI
âïœĄË âĄ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking
ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?
getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside
âïœĄË âĄ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them
yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you
âïœĄË âĄ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second
gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on
shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her
âïœĄË âĄ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh
toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second
nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session
âïœĄË âĄ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you
sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.
choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels
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Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.
It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.
Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakesâ.
âLike anything you see?â
Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.
âI think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?â
âI guess. I mean, I donât need it since we canâŠâ Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Timâs antics. âFly close,â the kid finished in a whisper.
âOkay, but what about when Iâm not there?â
Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?â
âAre you going somewhere?â Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.
âNo,â Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if Iâm busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?â
âYou said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.â
âOkay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the⊠local wildlife. Like⊠the birds and the bats, and all that.â Danny winked exaggeratedly.
Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. âOkay, as long as youâre staying!â
Danny grinned, fangs and all. âOf course.â
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At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.
âItâs heavy!â Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.
âItâs quality,â Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. âIâll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.â
âOkay!â Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.
Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least
âHello?â His sisterâs cautious voice came through the phone. Dannyâs shoulders relaxed.
âHeya, Jazz.â He could see Timâs ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldnât be encouraging that kind of behavior⊠but it was funny.
âDanny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?â
âIâm good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. Itâs actually pretty nice right now,â Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Timâs reaction peripherally. âHey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?â
He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.
âDanny, what the hell?â Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasnât on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. âWho, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?â
âHey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people donât even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,â Danny said in the tone that meant âand thereâs more to it but I canât tell you right now.â
âHis nameâs Tim?â
âYeah, you wanna say hi?â
Tim looked terrified as he heard Dannyâs side of the conversation. Danny could relate.
âAlright. But youâre explaining everything later, got it?â
âSure thing, boss.â
Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.
âTim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?â
âUhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.â Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Dannyâs enhanced hearing could pick up Jazzâs already melting heart. He taped a button.
âJazz, youâre on speaker.â
âHey, Tim. Iâm Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!â
âUh, hi, Jazz! Iâm Timothy Drake! And, uh, youâre welcome! Anytime!â
Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.
Jazz went quiet.
âJazz, you good?â Danny asked.
âWeâre adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, Iâm Jazz, your new big sister.â
âUh- I have parents.â
âThat can be fixed,â Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.
âDonât worry, we wonât adopt you if you donât want to. But it wasnât a joke, weâre very serious.â
âIâll think about it?â
Danny shrugged. âGood enough for me.â
âSo, where are you?â Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.
âGotham.â
âYou are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. Iâll be there tomorrow at noon.â
âPlaying hooky, are you?â
âFuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.â
âThanks, Jazz.â
âBye, Danny. Donât get killed again when Iâm not there, got it?â
âSure, sure.â
Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isnât trying to tear out his face.
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Robin hasnât heard the eerie giggles around lately, but heâs been practicing his own. Itâs weird though, because thereâs always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.
âRobin, muggers.â
âOn it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?â
âLetâs go, Boy Wonder.â
#Jazz Fenton#jazz fenton casually suggesting murder#danny phantom#batman#tim drake#dc x dp#dcxdp#bamf danny phantom#Danny phantom and the weird experience of being the youngest and the oldest sibling#squatter! Danny Fenton#danny: well I donât wanna go home so Iâll just stay here#this was in my drafts for so long lmfao#inspired by that one post where Tim had to have those expensive and giant wildlife cameras#but I think theyâd get the compact one#dick Grayson#barbara gordon#Robin#batgirl
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Hello there! I really enjoy your writing, I was wondering if you could write something where âSylus is very clingy and cannot spend a second apart from the mc physicallyâ? We chilling on the sofa? He is there pulling us to his lap and treat us like his plushie. Are we going to kitchen heâll hold our hand while doing it đ Iâd be really happy if you could write couple occasions with this, I love the obsessed Sylus the most đ« đ«
Love your writing đ
sylus who cannot stand being too far away from you
couch cuddling
âą Youâre sitting on the couch, minding your own business, maybe reading or just relaxing. Sylus is sitting beside you but apparently that's just not close enough for him. Without a word, he slips an arm around your waist and tugs you right onto his lap.
You squeak a little in surprise and your cheeks heat up. He acts like nothing is out of the ordinary, just adjusting his grip as if you belong there.
âComfortable, kitten?â he murmurs with a grin, barely suppressing a chuckle.
You nod, trying to play it cool but he can see your shy smile as you sink into his chest. He holds you close, and every once in a while, you feel him lean down to plant a lazy kiss on your forehead, perfectly content.
cooking situation
When you stand up and casually say âIâm going to start dinnerâ Sylus instantly perks up. âWhere do you think youâre going?â he says, eyebrows raised.
âUm, the kitchen?â you say with a laugh.
Before you can take another step, he grabs your hand. âThen Iâm coming with you sweetie.â His tone is final, and he gives you that teasing smile, as if heâs daring you to object.
âYou need to be this close just to cook?â you ask with a little giggle.
âOf courseâ he says. âWouldnât want this kitten wandering off somewhere, now would we?â He gives your hand a squeeze and doesnât let go as you both walk to the kitchen, his presence warm and steady by your side.
bathroom bodyguard
When you get up to head toward the bathroom, you notice Sylus trailing close behind. âSylus!â you laugh, âIâm just going to the bathroom.â
He shrugs, looking like itâs the most natural thing in the world. âAnd?â
You stop and raise an eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh. âDonât you think thatâs a bit much?â
He pretends to look wounded, crossing his arms. âWhat, canât a man worry about his girl?â
You shake your head but canât help smiling. âJust wait outside, thenâ you say.
He leans casually against the doorframe, watching you with a mischievous gleam in his eye. âYou know, kittens are in their most vulnerable state when using the bathroomâ
You roll your eyes but feel warmth in his protectiveness. Itâs silly but thatâs just him and as you close the door, you hear him chuckling softly to himself outside, still keeping his post as if heâs on high alert.
#love and deepspace#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you
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# THE BOYS MEETING YOUR PARENTS
INTRODUCING THE BOYS. lando norris. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. max verstappen. alex albon. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher. logan sargeant.
Gwenâs radio message. . . đŹ. you donât know how much i missed doing these f1 grid headcanons! thanks to the anon who sent the request in the first place. i use a few different prompts for this, if you wanna check them out: one, two and three. <333
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â LANDO NORRIS (4)
Youâre waiting for your parents at the restaurant, Lando by your side looking like heâs about to meet his death. You notice that his leg is jumping anxiously beneath the table. In another situation youâd make fun of him but not this time, so you grab his hand and squeeze slightly, pulling him out of his head. You reassure him that everything will be okay, that âyouâre going to be fine. They will love you just like I love you.â and Lando tries to smile, he really tries but heâs nervous. Heâs meeting your parents, the most important people in your life, and he wants to make a good impression. You make small talk, trying to give him a few tips, what he can say to your father or how to compliment your motherâs dress. In the end, he didnât have any reason to worry. Because after the initial greeting Lando is already in a deep conversation with your father about cars while your mother looks softly between you two. They leave with the promise of having dinner at their house next week. Lando canât stop ranting about how interesting your father is and âdo you think they would like to go to the next race? I can arrange that immediately. Iâm sure your dad would love it.â
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â CHARLES LECLERC (16)
Charles is about to have a panic attack or at least thatâs what you think as you watch him pace around the living room. âYou donât understand. Like I need them to love me because you love them, and if they donât love me Iâll just, I donât know, kill myself.â And you canât help but laugh because youâve never seen him that nervous, not even on your first date he acted like this. He is a complete gentleman when your parents arrive at your house. Your father hasnât even parked yet but heâs already waiting at the door with the most bright smile youâve ever seen. Your mother loves him immediately, but your dad makes things a little hard, teasing him and making him so flustered you think Charles will pass out from how embarrassed he is. However, your mother has your back because she teases him back, engaging in some playful banter. Your heart starts hammering in your chest when Charles leans in and whispers âthat will be us one day.â
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â OSCAR PIASTRI (81)
You were nervous when, in reality, you shouldnât have been. Oscar was natural, he was the one reassuring you that everything was going to be fine while you tried very hard to make him turn around and go back home. He had to park somewhere halfway to your parentâs house to calm you. If his kisses had anything to do with you finally relaxing nobody doesnât need to know that. But he was right, as always, because dinner went smoothly. You have finished eating, your parents are laughing at something Oscar has said and you feel like you couldnât be more in love. You are wrong because when your mother stands up to clean the table, Oscar is up in a second telling her to âsit down, Iâll take care of that. Anyone want coffee?â and you fall a little more in love. Oscar disappears into the kitchen and you get up to help him when your mother grabs your hand and softly whispers âHeâs a keeper.â
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â MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)
Max insisted on buying the most grand bouquet of flowers, the most expensive wine and taking the Ferrari once you revealed just how much your dad loves cars and, especially, Ferrari. You couldnât laugh even though you found it funny and over the top, but no one has ever done something like that for you. It shows how important you are to him. Your parents love him immediately, your mother is more than happy when she sees her favorite flowers while your dad looks like a fish out of water, unable to close his mouth as he admires the Ferrari parked outside their house. Max makes the mistake of asking him if he would like to take a ride and they leave for thirty minutes. He makes conversation with your parents during dinner, they humiliate you a bit and bond over how spoiled you are. When itâs time to go, your mother hugs him so tightly and says âthank you for taking such good care of her.âÂ
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â ALEX ALBON (23)
Youâre coming out of a store when you see your mother across the street and before you can turn around and pretend you didnât see them, sheâs calling your name. Alex is surprised and doesnât know what to do, choosing to stay a few feet behind because âIâm not ready! I need to mentally prepare myself to meet her and Iâm wearing fucking shorts and a shirt, I canât meet her like this.â but your mother sees him and her face lights up. âIs this the young man youâve been hiding from us?â and Alex can do nothing more than accept your motherâs hug and the kiss on the cheek. When you laugh he sends you a death glare and you know youâll be hearing about it all the way home. She invites you to have dinner because âdad misses you and he will be so happy to meet Alex.â and you were gonna decline her offer, really. But Alex beats you and accepts instead, telling her that âwe would love to! But come to our house, we will cook for you.âÂ
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â DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)
The first thing your mom says when she opens the door is âhave you eaten? I made this delicious tiramisu, come on!â as she grabs Danielâs arm and drags him to the kitchen, leaving you behind with your bags and the bottle of wine you insisted on buying. You donât take too long closing the door and following them, but once you enter the kitchen Daniel is already sitting on a stool with a big plate of tiramisu in front of him. He sees you and smiles with his mouth full, and it wouldâve made you laugh if you werenât so offended. Your mother washes the dishes and makes small talk with Daniel, asking him random things about himself to get to know him better and heâs more than happy to answer all of them. When ten minutes go by without your own mother acknowledging you, you decide to speak because âyouâre not gonna ask if I want a plate too, mother? Your own daughter?â which she takes as a good opportunity to tell a story about your childhood and humiliate you in front of your boyfriend.Â
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â MICK SCHUMACHER (47)
You werenât supposed to find them, thatâs what Mick tells you when you ask him âbaby, are these⊠flashcards?â surprised when you start reading them and is all the information you gave him about your family during the week. He is embarrassed and it takes a lot of convincing and kisses to make him look at you. âI want to be prepared, okay? I want to make a good impression and this is my way to achieve that.â And, well, he is right. Because when the day comes, Mick fits so well. He asks your little brother about university and gives him a few tips, he asks your mother about work and your dad about horses, he even sits down with your little sister to play with her dolls. Everyone loves him. If you have to listen to your family tell embarrassing stories about you, you will endure it if it means youâll keep seeing Mickâs bright smile.Â
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â LOGAN SARGEANT (2)
Logan wants to run. Yes, it was his idea to invite your family to a baseball game but âI still can get out of here and you can tell them that Iâm sick. Or you can tell them that you donât want me to meet them and we can run away to the Maldives or somââ you cup his face and shut him up with a kiss before he can keep talking nonsense. âYou need to breathe.â It takes a while but he regulates his breathing eventually and doesnât feel like passing out anymore. Logan still thinks that is best if he doesnât attend the game and is actually about to make his escape when your brother yells your name. Before you can join them at the entrance, you hold Loganâs hand and whisper how much you love him. Logan forgets all about his anxiety once you are inside the stadium and he has a beer on his hand. Your dad makes sure to make him feel welcomed, including him in his and your brother's conversation. When you are home that night, getting ready for bed, Logan tells you that âIâm going fishing with your dad tomorrow.â And honestly, what the hell?
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please bestie i want some soft love that's so second nature joe doesnt even have his attention with you whilst he gives it, please can you write something like that?
im not allowed to write right now because work and stress and boundaries and mental health etc etc so đ„°fuck youđ„° for this Wordcount: 1.8K
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Cotton Soft Touches Gentle Voices Smooth
âWhat are you doing?â
You barely even heard Joe ask the question from across the room. You were so buried in whatever was happening on TV, focus completely zoomed in, mind somewhere else entirely. It took Joe another try for you to register the question directed at you.
âHey. What are you doing?â
âHmm?â you turned your head to Joe before your eyes followed and for a moment, you just slowly blinked at him. Something about his face combined with the fact that it really took you a minute to find yourself back in the room made you smile. You were so cosy.
âWatching TV.â you answered innocently, because you were, eyes back on the screen already.
You were warmly nestled into the sofa, curled up, knees pulled in, all comfortable in your white ribbed cotton pyjamas. The throwpillows and blankets on the sofa created the perfect nest for you to happily curl up into.
Snug.
Soft ambient light from several lamps placed in strategic corners lit up the room just enough. If you stood and opened the curtains a bit more, you could still catch the faint and fading oranges of the sunset.
You were shower fresh, limbs covered by white clean cotton, nose still a little cold from the difference in temperature after getting out of the hot stream, and wet hair cool where it touched your skin.
But you felt so warm.
So fucking cosy.
When youâd walked back into the living room post shower, skin glossy and wet hair brushed back, Joe had installed himself at the dinner table with his laptop and a notebook.
Heâd cleared away the mess from dinner and had turned his spot into a desk.
âJust need to do these e-mails,â he said after youâd let your arms curl around him from behind, arms that he grabbed hold of for a second, and you kissed the top of his head.
âWill only be a minute.â
Youâd left him to it then, not minding that Joe had some work to do, just happy that he was in the same room instead of hidden away in what he called the office and you called the guest bedroom.
The âonly a minuteâ easily turned into an hour plus. Joe kept busy on both his computer and his phone, and would sometimes scribble some things down onto paper. There was a phone call or two, just quick âSorry to call so late, but have you seen the...â and, âHey, yea, I'm just reading it now, can I call you back in a minute?â type things.
Joe became background noise to you the second you snuggled up, and similarly the low sounds coming from the TV were just a nice reminder that Joe wasnât alone.
But then, halfway through typing a response to an e-mail, something in Joeâs peripheral vision caught his attention.
Something moving slowly.
A little rhythmically.
When he peeked over his laptop screen and saw his girlfriend looking just about the most comfortable sheâd ever looked, he didnât even think you were aware that you were doing it.
In your layers of soft cream fabrics, head slumped to the side, Joe saw how you let your fingers softly skim over the area below your ear. They danced in circles and lines by your jaw, onto your cheek just a little before trailing back to your neck andâ
That was what Joe always did.
Thatâs where Joe let his fingers draw shapes.
He would brush some hair from your face and would then let his fingertips linger, and it always made you hum. Made you relax. Gave you tingles that made your hearing go funny for a second.
Joe watched you lazily self soothe, and after a moment he decided that heâd actually done enough work. He could finish this e-mail tomorrow.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHmm? Watching TV.â
Your eyes were back on the screen before Joe couldâve even said anything about how you were touching yourself.
It was nothing sexual - not really. Not what he was witnessing right now anyway. He imagined it just felt nice.
He closed his laptop and got up from his seat, and without looking away from the TV, you moved to make space for Joe next to you, knowing heâd make his way over to press himself into your side.
Joe smiled as you moved blankets aside but kept that one hand near your ear, index finger mapping out your hairline towards the nape of your neck and back.
Instead of sitting down though, Joe pushed a knee into the sofa right next to your thigh and placed his fingers right were yours were, pushing them aside.
âI do this,â Joe said as he hovered over you, and you grinned as you let your head fall to the side more. âThis is my job.â
Joe tickled his fingers along your soft skin, fresh and clean from the shower, and it only took a few seconds for you to sigh into his touch.
It was nicer when Joe did it.
âSânice?â Joe murmured, still with just one knee on the sofa, and you hummed, eyes closed, nodding.
âIs nicer when you do it.â
âYea?â
Joe leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek, getting you just under your eye, and then he moved to sit down next to you.
After a shuffle of throws, pillows, and limbs, you found yourself under Joeâs arm, curled up into his side.
You were comfortable before, but this would always be infinitely better.
âHmm, you smell nice.â Joe commented after taking a moment to press his nose into your still damp hair.
âYea? What do I smell like? Shampoo?â you whispered, voice not wanting to be any louder.
Joe easily bit, taking the invitation to get another real good whiff of you, his whole face now pressing into the crook of your neck.
You relished the attention, feeling fuzzy on the inside, heat blooming in your chest.
âYea, sort of lemony⊠all fresh and clean.â
You blushed and were unable to hide your smile as you settled together for some TV watching, warm bodies pressed together, always fitting just right somehow.
Joeâs arm rested on the back of the sofa and bent around your head just right for his fingers to play. To touch the skin around your ear like youâd been doing before. To lightly trail and leave goosebumps down your whole body.
You could easily fall asleep like this, legs intertwined, head on his chest.
You lazily watched TV in silence for a while and if Joe was going to keep up the barely there shapes drawn down your neck you knew you actually would fall asleep.
It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open, every blink a comfortable invitation to just keep them closed, but then the soft buzzing of Joeâs phone pulled you both from your haze.
Joe had your earlobe in between his fingers when he answered, and for a moment you were fully expecting him to get up. Move to where his laptop lay shut to open it once more to maybe finish something he hadnât yet.
But when you tried to sit up a little for Joe to slip out of this cocoon youâd created, you felt his arm tense. He wasnât letting go of the soft skin of your ear and to make sure you stayed put, he bent a leg to keep yours in place.
âItâs past ten, mate,â Joe answered and although you didnât know who was calling him, just from his tone of voice you knew it wasnât work related.
Joe gently rubbed your earlobe between his fingers and it felt so nice, it turned the world blurry as you unfocused your eyes.
When you relaxed back into him, sinking into the line of his body, Joe tilted his head down to look at you, barely catching your little smile but happy to see you were still enticed by whatever was happening on TV.
You werenât though.
Not really.
Because as Joe spoke, he let his fingers continue what theyâd been doing and if he thought you were able to try to follow his conversation as well as what you were watching whilst he made you melt with his touch, he was wrong.
You were bad at multitasking on a good day, and you knew Joe was too. The fact that he was somehow able to keep you lax and floating whilst simultaneously being mentally present for this phone call was impressive.
Joe laughed through casual conversation with a friend who had some questions about future plans theyâd made. Their chat quickly turned into a hey-now-that-Iâve-got-you-on-the-phone catch up.
The low vibrations from his smooth voice were nice. You felt them where your face rested on his chest and relished in the tender love you were receiving that felt like a second nature sort of thing.
âNo, Iâm just at home. Watching TV.â
Not being mentioned suddenly made Joes fingers feel a little scandalous. Like the person on the phone wasnât allowed to know you were there and how he was making you feel right now.
It got a little worse when you felt how Joe let his fingers trail down your neck to disappear into your pyjama top where they slowly caressed over your collarbone.
Your voice let a little noise escape when his hand snuck back up again, finding its way into your hair, and Joe chuckled lowly.
You let yourself balance on the borders of consciousness, half asleep with thoughts so far removed from where you were, yet half laser focused on Joeâs fingers and where they tickled your skin.
Unsure of when youâd drifted off, or when Joe had finished his phone call, the next thing you registered was a soft and low far away, âHave I done a plait?â that pulled you back into the room a little more.
With your eyes still closed you reached a heavy hand up to feel what was essentially just a twirled strand of hair, not a plait at all.
You couldnât hide the little smile that spread at how adorable you thought it was that Joeâd just been playing with your hair and thought heâd actually done something.
He hadnât.
He just made you feel loved, which was actually far better than a plait.
âMhm,â you hummed approvingly, snuggling up into Joe more, understanding that it was likely much smarter to just get up and find your way into bed, but youâd quite literally never been more comfortable before.
âIâve done a plait.â Joe whispered, gleefully proud of himself and making sure that you knew, that youâd heard him, give him some praise.
âWell done.â You lied, because heâd not done a plait, but that was okay.
You werenât going to shoot yourself in the foot, because you were about to sink back into sleep and there was just one thing thatâd make you feel even more comfortable.
That would send you right back off into sleep.
 âDo another.â
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Hi!! I love your work sm and I was wondering if u could write a minghao drabble with the prompt âyou donât count- I love uâ thank u đ€đ€
The8 (SVT) | "You don't count - I love you" fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader A/N: thank you for requesting! also inspired by @hanniedream's froggy ring post and bibi being a menace feeding into all of my delusions
âAbsolutely not.â
You pout at him, whine his name, whisper into his ear how cute it would be to have a matching jewelry - a silly piece, the exact opposite of the classy necklaces and rings and bracelets you already had plenty of. But nothing gets Minghao to change his mind, and so the little froggy faces can only watch as you leave the store without them.
You sulk about it only a little. At the end of the day, it doesnât matter. Your relationship matters, and itâs loving and wonderful, and Minghao is the best partner you could wish for. What would be the point in wearing a matching ring if you knew he hated it? He always makes sure you donât lack anything you want or need, silly or serious. You let it go and truth be told, the entire thing slips your mind.
Until today.
Until todayâs afternoon, to be exact, todayïżœïżœs very ordinary afternoon when your boyfriend suddenly told you to close your eyes before putting a little box in your palms.
âOpen it,â he smiles at you as he sits down next to you.
You feel a lump in your throat. There are two rings staring at you. Matching rings. One with a little black frog, its limbs spread as if it was swimming, and the other with little lily pads and a white blossom. Minghao mustâve had them made, you donât think he could find rings like this in a shop somewhere.Â
âDo you like them?â he asks with a small smile. His hand slowly rubs circles on the small of your back. You look at him in disbelief.
âWhy Hao?â you take a shaky breath. He frowns, sitting closer to you and putting his other hand over your knee.Â
âWhat do you mean why?â his brows are knitted together, âDo you not like them?â
âNo, I do - I love them,â you sigh, âBut you hate things like this.â
You look at them again. The sizes make it pretty clear which ring is his and which is yours. Heâll look even more like he came out of a fairytale with the tiny blossom adoring his finger. You truly love them. You love the cute little frog. And you appreciate the gesture, butâŠ
âI wouldnât get them if I hated the idea - or if I didnât like these rings themselves,â he assures you patiently.
âBut you hated the silly frog rings I showed you,â you argue back, making Minghao smile and pinch your cheek.
âAnd I didnât get those, did I?â he watches you laugh and loosens up a little himself.
âThese are still silly,â you shake your head, âMore⊠tasteful and elegant, but silly.â
âIâm good at compromising with you,â he grins. His thumb strokes your knee absentmindedly. Itâs good to see you relax again, good to see the tender look in your eyes as you study the rings.
He looks at the box resting in your hands and carefully takes it from you. He slides the frog adorned ring on your finger before handing the now half-empty box back to you. Suddenly he feels shy when you take his hand in yours. You stroke your thumb over the ring once it sits on his finger, tapping the little flower.Â
âYou know you can tell me if you donât like them or if I hurt you before and you no longer want silly matching rings. I wonât be upset,â not at you anyway - but he doesnât say that.
âIâm really happy, Hao,â you lean in for a kiss that heâs more than happy to give you, âI just donât want you to do anything you donât like.â
âIâm not,â he threatens the doubts in your mind with a slight pout on his lips.
âYou always shut everyone down with things like this though,â you donât give up, stubborn as he is.
âWell,â he smirks mischievously and leans closer again to steal another kiss, âYou donât count - I love you.â
âThatâs so corny,â you scrunch up your nose, pushing at Minghaoâs chest without any force. Itâs only natural that with every push comes a pull, so you donât struggle when he pulls you into his side.
âBut I wonât wear mine all the time, just so weâre clear,â he says softly yet firmly enough to let you know itâs not up for debate. Still he looks at the ring with a smile.
âI guessed you donât have that many fits to match it,â you tease, âBut Iâll wear mine all the time just so you know.â
âIâll wear it when Iâm not running around schedules. And when Iâm with you. We shouldnât leave the frog without its home for too long, hm?â he laces your fingers together. You gasp when you see it - like this it indeed looks like the frog is swimming towards the lily pads. You canât help but laugh and snuggle closer to him.
You guess it is a little like that - Mingao is your home.
And youâre Minghaoâs whole life, giving his existence a purpose. Even if that might be too much for a little frog to convey.
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can i req sunday and aventurine with an s/o whos like the opposite of their personality? like for sunday, maybe his s/o is like short tempered and easily triggered while for aventurine, maybe his s/o is like not a risk-taker and stuff
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pairings - sunday x reader / aventurine x reader
content - reader is gender-neutral/ established relationship/ opposites attract trope
warnings - none
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â» In contrast to Sundayâs calm and methodical nature, you are much more expressive with your emotions and follow the flow of things
â» Youâre a spontaneous person, if there is something that has caught your attention, youâd buy it immediately, if you wanted to go somewhere, you would go without a second thought
âș Your unexpected disappearances would worry your boyfriend to no end, coming home to scattered feathers and a clingy Sunday
â» There would definitely be some arguments between the both of you, mainly about your reckless and careless behavior which would worry Sunday to no end, on the other hand youâd probably point out his slightly controlling habits which he actively deniesâŠ
âș Youâd both apologize to each other and make amends in the end, tuning down the extremities of your behaviors
â» When the two of you first met each other, I can imagine him taking a bit of a dislike to your personality and vice versa (itâd be an enemies to lovers lol)Â
âș Someone wouldâve had to force you two to interact with each other, and the both of you would be pleasantly surprised to see that you both enjoy the same things
â» The two of you balance each other out, like hot and cold, snow and fire, winter and summer
âș You help Sunday loosen up a bit, teaching him to let things go and relax while he helps you be more organized, teaching you to manage your emotions healthily instead of immediately lashing out on people
â» Sunday is your celestial moon and you are his blazing sun
â» There is a stark difference between yours and Aventurineâs personalities, while heâs quite the risk taker and devious individual, you are a cautious and blunt person, you wear your heart on your sleeve for the world to see
âș No wonder why it was so easy for Aventurine to befriend and rope you into his antics, you were in for a long and wild ride
â» You canât count the amount of times you thought shit was going to hit the fan whenever you got caught up in Aventurineâs schemes, feeling your heart palpitating and breath quickening only to find out that everything was okay
âș You found yourself almost wanting to hit him whenever he pulled this shit on you, but maybe he would like that
â» Aventurine enjoys your reaction, always seeking to get some sort of rise or say from you (he really loves your attention huh)
âș He finds it so easy to read you and what you are thinking of, too bad he uses this to his advantage
â» Aventurine loves taking you to the casino he frequents just so he can observe your reactions to the game (heâs such a smug asshole to you lol)
âș Youâre always at the edge of your seat when it comes to betting, wondering just how much heâs putting on the line (--and by some miracle he always gets his way, you have no idea how he does it)
â» Sometimes you find yourself scolding him everytime he takes a huge risk, especially if he gets injured and you need to help patch him up
âș It feels being genuinely taken care of and worried for, but he basks in your attention so it doesnât bother him one bit
âș If he purposely got injured just to get taken care of by you, youâd probably patch him up, punch his arm, and then ice it again because you love him too muchÂ
â» Sigh, Aventurine sure is the death of you
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DROP A MODERN!CREGAN HEADCANON LIST. AND MY LIFE, IS YOURS. đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
Modern!Cregan Stark headcannons (pt. 1)
Forgive my northern attitude, oh I was raised on little light â Northern Attitude // Noah Kahan
okay⊠we did not get much Cregan.. so these modern vibes might be a little off. I looked long and hard (đ€š) at a photo of him and these were the vibes I conjured up.
This man.. is so serious. Whenever you look at Cregan he looks like heâs going to pop a blood vessel with how tense he is. Heâll tell you not to worry, this is his natural state (ânatural state?!?!â) you donât think youâve ever seen him relaxed⊠although there are times he lets loose, itâs reserved and calm. If he does relax itâs still oddly tense or as if heâs on edge. Heâs mastered the art of being both chill but perceptive of his surroundings to a headache inducing degree. âHm? Yeah Iâm fine. Donât worry about me, honest. One of us needs to be alert here.â
Immediately dipped after college. He got his degree in environmental engineering, heâs out of there. You, Jace, and Davos once planned a summer trip to Creganâs cabin way up north. Now, way up north? Think like the Yukon or the bush of Alaskaâthatâs where Cregan would make his home. Itâs secluded, no one bothers him, and he can live off the land in relative peace. You three get lost, of course. Itâs like you have to take a seaplane, and then hike for a bit to the nearest town, and then youâll have to wait for him to pick you all up. âYou guys kept running around town. It took me forever to find you. Texts? I donât get those traveling from the cabin⊠oh wellâyouâre all here now. The air will do you idiots some good.â
Dog dad. Dog dad. Dog dad. Creganâs got big dogs, heâs got little dogs. A livestock dog to care for his chickens, some other big dogs for hunting, and a lap dog for emotional support purposes. Itâs a hearty mix of Labrador, Pyrenees, mountain dog, maybe even a shepherd of sorts. But the little dog? I feel like itâd either be a dachshund or a corgi. A corgi is a reliable herd dog on top of being just a little guy. But a dachshund would be something he would hold as he walked around the perimeter of his land. Or even better he would have both. But this is his herd, his squad. âHey!âsettle down everyone. Sit down.. down now! Sorry about them, theyâre just excited to see you. Theyâre usually pretty lax, except around you it seems.â
Terrible driver. But not because heâs bad at it, but because heâs literally in the wilderness, there are no traffic laws to obey. Heâs driving down a hill full speed no braking. Youâre in the passenger seat holding on for dear life as the car literally shakes and jolts you around. But Cregan? Heâll be holding a simple conversation with you, voice not even shaking from the sudden movements of the jeep or truck as he navigates the country road. I cannot figure out if he has more truck vibes or more Jeep vibes. I feel like either would workâas long as they got the job done. And either way, both cars would be muddied and somewhat damagedâfilled with survival gear, winter gear, more things tied down on top with bungie cords and hooks. âWhat do you need? Oh, yeah that should be in the back.. somewhere. Probably in one of the bagsâlemme go check for you. Hang tight, be right back.â
This man fishes. Not like âleaving my bitch wife to go fishinâ with my boysâ more like âIâm catching the radioactive catfish of Chernobyl and no oneâs stopping meâ type fishing. He gets into it, he goes crazy. Creganâs out on a boat at sea looking for Cthulhu. Yâall know the show River Monsters? Thatâs Creganâs type of fishing. Sure he does more ârelaxedâ fishing once in a while, he enjoys the mix of adventure but also the quiet and the patience of the fish. He will talk about how beautiful the fish is, like Steve Irwin levels of talking to fish (and animals in general). Creganâs a catch and release king, but if he does choose to use the fish he will use all of it from the head to the bones. Everythingâs getting used and processed into something. âLetâs see what you caught.. oh nice, thatâs a chinook salmon. A beauty too, look at the size of that thing. You caught that beast yourself without my help? Itâll taste better on an open fire, câmon Iâll teach you how to gut it⊠donât frown at me.â
Master chef I would think. Itâs not Michelin star cooking, but cooking with the freshest ingredients possible? Cregan makes a mean salad from the veggies in his garden (a pretty big garden too, he built those wooden garden beds himself) and when he hunts he uses all the meat and bones from the animal as said before with the fish. Heâs not overly hunting either, he gets enough for you and him to last a while. âGood harvest today, real goodâeverything was ripe and ready. What do you think? It all looks good? ..thatâs.. thatâs good. Iâm glad.. save room for dessert too then. Have you ever had acorn cake?â
You know what? Heâs a park ranger. Or a state ranger. Heâs got a job where he can take care of the land and teach people about the environment and how to respect it. Creganâs all about teaching little kids what plants are poisonous and then on the next call heâs busting folks for throwing litter into a river. He is the type that if he spots you maybe hiking or doing something while heâs on duty he will pretend to bust you over for something heinous or embarrassing. Bonus if thereâs people around you, now youâre getting arrested for leaving a dildo attached to a tree. But usually? Itâs silly reasons laced with compliments that make you blush or smile. â..Whatcha doing out here? Hiking? Suuure. Yâknow we heard some reports about a.. a very umâbeautiful person wandering looking lost.. just saying, I know my way around..â
Such a good listener. Cregan is for the people who just need an ear to listen to them. If somethingâs bothering you, upsetting you, or youâre just not feeling like yourself; heâll lead you out to the back porch, gesturing for you to sit down on the step beside him. Itâll be quiet, except for the sounds of nature surrounding the cabin and the woods. You can see mountain ranges in the background, the midnight sun casting a hazy glow over the land. And the next thing you know is youâre pouring your heart out to him. Cregan would remain silent, unless you ask him for advice or support. Heâs the type to not want to impose on you if you donât wish to hear unsolicited opinions or comments on a matterâso youâll need to tell him you want to hear his advice.
Busted ass cabin. Itâs so good. Thereâs a nearby lake, thereâs mountains in the distance. The woods are thick and beautiful. The people yearn for such a place. Itâs such a relaxed vibe too, take off your shoes in the house though. There is a lot of cleaning that goes on however on account of the dogs around the home. But the cabin is lived in and homey. Itâs cool and refreshing in the summers with the windows open, and itâs warm and cozy in the winters with the fireplace roaring. Itâs not too big, but itâs not too cramped either. âNot too warm? Too cold maybe? âŠwell if youâre cold thereâs a good way to fix thatââ
Cregan loves teaching you how to live off the land. Itâs basically a part of what he does for his job. But with just you? It feels more special, more intimate. Youâre eager to learn, and heâs more than happy to show you how to start a fire in an emergency, how to skin an animal and use all its parts for different things. What to do if youâre in a bind in the woods and what you should do first. Itâs good advice honestly. Pure survival skills. His hands would be over yours, guiding them through the motions of something. His chin resting atop your head or on your shoulder as he explains each step or how something can be utilized to its fullest potential.
Donât take his silence or his lack of reactions as something negative. Creganâs just the type to silently revel in your presence first and foremost, no talking required. Most of your fishing or hunting trips are filled with silence, save for the sound of music from an old portable radio and the occasional sound of a beer can opening. Sometimes you read, sometimes you fish alongside him. But know that he does enjoy your company heavily, and if you do say something donât worry heâll respond. Sometimes he does worry maybe heâs a little too aloof or reserved when it comes to you. Reassure him that words arenât always needed, and sometimes itâs good to just be next to one another without adding anything to it.
With you he can get a little silly. Cregan would lean against your side of the truck, a stupid smile on his face as you talk to him. If youâre hiking and thereâs a muddy spot, he will pick you up and carry you over it. Heâs the type to serve you food first before him, and if heâs having a snack heâs the type to share it without needing you to ask him. Itâs like the phrase to be loved is to be seen. Fresh flowers for you every day, he wakes up early to make you coffee in bed. If youâre the squeamish type about hunting/fishing, he wonât go into the details of your dinner. And if youâre with him, heâll take care of the food far off from you so you donât need to see it.
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She's here and she's ours - Lewis Hamilton
Pure fluff.
Series: She's here and she's ours / She's here and she's not only ours / She's here and she's just like you / She's not here, but she'll be / She's here and she won't be the only one / She's here and he won't let her give up / She's here and so is he / She's here and so are we - (they can all be read as one-shots)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
wordcount: +1k
a/n: I'm 100% sure Lewis is gonna be a girl dad, like there's no other option in my mind. Also, I might make this a series of firsts with his kids, maybe đ
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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First-borns took longer to come, youâd been told that much, but 26 hours of active labor seemed like a bad joke.
The due date had been almost a week prior, which meant she had to be induced, but at the end of it all a perfectly healthy, and tad bit big, 20.7 inches and 7.3 pounds baby girl had made her arrival in the early hours of a cold, but sunny, Wednesday.Â
The three days stay at the hospital also meant all of your and his family had had more than enough time to get to Monaco still in time to chat, have lunch and joke around with you, contractions only ever getting really strong the night before your water finally broke. At a time your perfectly thought-out labor plan had already been torn to pieces.
She was meant to be born in the water, thatâs how you and Lewis had dreamt of for months, but being as stubborn as both of you were she didnât turn and a breach meant being ready for an emergency c-section, if needed. It also meant an epidural would be more than likely required, something you fought your hardest against but eventually agreed to after a couple hours with labor going quicker with the water broken. At the end you still managed to have her naturally, with a second degree tear nonetheless.
But the tiredness, your back killing you, the heartburn, the swollen feet and the pain, none of it took center stage in your mind as you watched your daughter, as weird as that word sounded, falling asleep in her fatherâs chest.
As soon as she had had her first feed in your breast the nurse asked if skin on skin with the father was something you both would like to happen. His eyes, who had been gleaming with pride since the second the doctor announce she was girl, watered as the nurse handed the infant to a shirtless Lewis, seated at your side in the sofa by the window.
She squirmed a bit as her small body tried to find comfort against his muscular chest, one of his hands almost big enough to hold her entire body while the other supported her neck and head. And as if in a movie, as soon as he spoke, her body relaxed and she contently sighted with the sound she had spent the last months hearing from inside you, a voice almost as constant as yours to her.
âSheâs here, babe, and sheâs all ours.â You couldnât really tell if he was telling you or himself that, his eyes wouldnât leave the infant in his arms and his movements were careful and kept to a minimal
âHow you feeling dad?â Your voice breaking the spell he seemed to be under, his eyes shining with love for his family, the one he finally had.
âAmazed, hopeful, scared⊠in loveâ He almost whispered after thinking for a bit.
It was Lewis first year with Ferrari, all the excitement and buzz from the move were gone and real life had set in. Redbull were still dominating the grid, Ferrari a bit closer than the previous year, with both driver even managing to snatch a vitory each, but still the focus was now on the new regs for the 2026 car.
The mandatory summer shutdown was the perfect opportunity to destress for at least a week before the chaos started back again and Lewis made sure the ever-shorter time he had for a vacation would be perfectly spent with family and friends alike, somewhere in the sunny Mediterranean ocean.
It was on a hot and clear night that summer that your lives began to really change.
His step mom was talking about how hard itâd become to gain a few pounds of lean mass after menopause had hit, a curiously shy Willow asking her mom what menopause was and getting the period talk on the side while you mentally panicked that your period had been due for at least about 2 weeks, something you completely put to the back of your mind with the craziness of summer shutdown preparations.
You were on birth control, but still it could happen, you both knew that and had agreed on no condoms. Later that night, while Lewis got a late workout in and everyone else went to bed, you franticly looked for the package at the bottom of your suitcase, hoping the damn thing was still there.
Almost twenty minutes later Lewis found you on the bed staring at the night sea, lost in thoughts, shaking and so in over your head it took him at least 10 minutes to comprehend your rumbles about the test, still untouched at the adjoining suite sink, the line that read âpregnant 5-6 weeksâ screaming back at you both.
To say the pregnancy took sometime getting used to was a light hearted way to say you went through hell mentally and physically. But still, the moment that tiny creature first kicked you after hearing her fatherâs voice melted any sign of a doubt left.
You were not only gifting Lewis his most treasured wish, you were gifting yourself a perfect symbol of the respect, companionship and love you two shared. A tiny human you and him got to raise and protect until she went out into the world and left her mark.
As everyone else came into the room to finally meet the newest Hamilton, Lewisâ moment with his newborn was interrupted by his mom getting to hold her newest grandkid, followed closely by his sisters, brother, niece and nephew crowding the sofa he sat just a few moments before.
âThank you, babe, truly. I donât even know how to tell you how grateful I am.â His lips kissing your hair from the top of your bed, eyes attentively watching as your girl got passed around. Â
âWeâll have at least 18 more years with her, youâll have time.â You looked up at him to get his toothy smile just as your family walked into the room to complete the party.
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summary: you were way too drunk last night and said some funny things...so, of course, steve had no other option but take you to his place to take care of you. :)
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Your head hurts.
Everything feels a little weird, in fact, but especially your head, spinning and throbbing and, when you try to pry your eyes open, the sudden harsh light streaming into the room feels like it's physically boring straight through your brain.
"Fuck," you whimper pitifully, eyes squeezing shut once more. Your ears are ringing, there's a coppery film lining the inside of your mouth and, for a terrible second, your stomach churns dangerously. "Fuck."
Someone hums somewhere near your right ear. A low, gravelly, vaguely amused sort of hum. There is absolutely nothing and no one alive on this green earth that would hum in that particular fashion except your best friend.
You peel your eyelids apart with great difficulty. When you tilt your head to the right, you see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at you with a soft look on his face.
Naturally, you proceed to freak the fuck out.
"Jesus Christ," you cry, scrambling backwards until you feel the back of your head slam against the headboard with a resounding thud. The dull throb in the back of your skull intensifies, and you have to fight back the urge to throw up. "Ow! Shit, IâWhatâwhat happened? Why are you in myâ"
Hold on a second...this is not your room.
You cast an anxious, furtive glance around the unfamiliar setting of Steve Harrington's guest room. Panic floods your veins and has your heart hammering in your chest when you notice that you're clad in only one of his shirts and sweatpants that definitely don't belong to you.
Oh, Dear Lord.
Did something happen last night that you can't remember? Did something â oh, God, no.
Steve raises his eyebrows at you as though he can read your mind. "Relax. Nothing happened, relax, come back down," he coos gently, placing a placating hand on your arm. "And I...I didn't see anything, if that's what you're worried about. Nancy and Robin, uh...they helped you shower and get changed last night. Not me."
You cover your face with both hands, letting out a muffled groan as your memories come trickling back in. You don't remember every little detail from the previous night, but what you do remember is already more than enough to fill you with mortification and regret.
"...you said some pretty interesting things while you were drunk, though."
"Shut up," you mumble, peeking up at him through splayed fingers, "go away."
"Really, though," Steve continues, the teasing glint in his eyes a sure sign that he is very much enjoying your suffering, "who knew you found me so attractive?"
"Oh, Jesus," you mutter, groaning as you slide down to hide underneath the comforter, "where are my clothes? I want to leave now."
Steve snickers but makes no move to get up from his perch on the bed. You can hear the rustling of fabric, like he's adjusting his position as he waits for you to come out from under the blanket. "Clothes are in the wash, sorry," he says, sounding very much not sorry at all. "You, um, thought it was a good idea to lie down on the grass last night."
"Kill me now."
"Nope," he chirps, quite cheerfully so, "can't do that, because then who would watch Back to the Future with me tonight?"
You part the comforter just enough to peer up at him from beneath the thick layer of blanket.
"'Back to the Future'?" you echo, trying to ignore the fact that you feel a little lightheaded when Steve smiles down at you.
He looks nice. He always does, but even more so now for some reason â you're guessing it has something to do with the fact that you just woke up and haven't had the time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him up close yet.
"Mmhmm. You up for it?"
"I'm pretty sure that my head is literally going to explode any time now."Â
It's really not that bad anymore, but Steve doesn't need to know that, does he?
He nods seriously in agreement. "Right, because you drank way more than you should've last night. Might have mentioned something about rules and...mhmm, what was it? Oh, yes, dying if I didn't let you touch my hair�"
"No, I didn't."
"You really did," he tells you, leaning back on the heels of his palms, "but don't worry, it was cute."
"I am very much worried," you say miserably.
Steve lets out a quiet sigh and leans forward again, hands reaching out to tug the blanket down far enough to uncover your face completely. "Come on," he says, "do you need anything? Aspirin, maybe? Food? Water?"
You consider his offer, taking the time to mull it over while you avoid his gaze.Â
"Why did you bring me home with you?" you ask, curious despite yourself. "Why didn't you just take me home?"
"You, uh...really didn't want me to. Pretty much refused to let go of me all night."
"Steve."
"No, really!" he insists, holding both hands up in surrender. "It was like trying to pry a koala off a tree. You even askedâ"
You let out a helpless moan of protest and turn away from him as much as you can, hiding your face in the pillow. Steve laughs, clearly delighted by the fact that he's managed to thoroughly embarrass you in less than ten minutes.
"You asked me if Iâ"
"I don't wanna know!"
"âwould sleep in your bed with you."
"Nope," you whisper, your voice coming out a little garbled due to the way you've pressed your face into the pillows, "don't wanna hear it. Shut up, Steve, oh my God. Please."
"It was very adorable."
"I was drunk."
"Still. Cute."
You prop your head up on your elbow so that you can see him a little better, keeping the blanket held tightly around your shoulders as you do. "Sorry I called you. I don't even remember doing it, Tina just told me to andâŠsorry."
Steve looks down at his lap, shifting a little uncomfortably on the bed.
"I don't mind," he says, lifting his gaze up to meet yours briefly. "You said you missed me. At the party."
A dry, humorless chuckle leaves you and you cringe when the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through your forehead. "Ow. Of course you would remember that," you say, cheeks heating up.
"Do you...remember everything?"
You blink, momentarily confused by the sudden change in conversation. "Everything?" you ask, more to buy yourself some time than anything else.
"You, um..." Steve trails off, clearly unsure of how to broach the topic with you, "you said I made you feelâŠstuff inside. That you felt stuff. Or something like that. Do you...remember saying that?"
You can practically feel all the color draining out of your face, leaving behind a blank canvas that hides none of your inner panic.Â
"Uh...no, no, I don't. Do you have a...I need to, um, use your bathroom, like, right now, if you don't mind."
Steve blinks. "Oh, okay. Sure. I bought you a toothbrush earlier, by the way. It's in the medicine cabinet if...if you want."
"Yep," you say, climbing out from under the blanket with as much dignity as you can muster (which is very little), "yep, okay, thanks. I'm...gonna go do that. Now. Okay, bye."
You spend a good five minutes inside the bathroom splashing water in your face while silently wishing for death to come claim you sooner rather than later. Then, you brush your teeth with the toothbrush Steve left out for you â which is totally not cute, it's not cute, why did he do that, ugh, damn him â before venturing out into the hall.
"Steve?"
"Kitchen," he calls out from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, "you want pancakes?"
You hesitate.
The idea of staying to have breakfast alone with Steve Harrington seems oddly intimate after last night, a dangerous prospect that will undoubtedly lead to awkward small talk and more teasing. However, he did go out of his way to buy you a toothbrush this morning...
You swallow down the nervousness you feel and pad barefoot down the staircase into the foyer, following the sounds of clinking utensils and soft humming to the kitchen.
Steve looks up from his place at the stove when you appear in the doorway.
"Hey," he greets, giving you a quick once over. "How's your head?"
"Feels like there's a little person in there hitting it repeatedly with a little hammer," you admit, grimacing a little as you come further into the room and sit down at the island. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out last night. And today. I really am sorry for...um, you know, that."
"'That'?"
You purse your lips and Steve grins.
"Yes, that," you mutter, swiveling your seat from left to right while you watch him attempt to read a recipe on the back of a box of pancake mix. "Drunk me is like, twice as embarrassing as sober me."
"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use."
"Please," you scoff, "I was pathetic. I could barely walk by myself."
Steve glances back at you. "I didn't think you were pathetic."
You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically.
"Okay, maybe a little pathetic," he concedes with a little snort, "but mostly justâŠsweet."
"Sweet?"
"Yeah, sweet. Don't know if anyone's ever told you that before."
"Sweet," you say again, the headache suddenly no more than an afterthought. "That's how you'd describe me?"
Steve, apparently having given up on making sense out of the instructions on the back of the box, turns around to lean against the counter behind him and studies you with his arms folded loosely over his chest.
"Yes," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not the word you expected me to say?"
There's something about the way he's looking at you. It's warm and piercing all at once, like he can see right through you. It makes it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden, hard for you to do anything but gape at him like a goldfish that's been pulled out of water.
"Uh, I'm...confused."
"Me too," he admits with a little huff of laughter. "I was thinking about what you said."
"About your hair?"
"No, well, yeah, butâ" Steve pauses, dragging a hand down his face with a weary sigh. "Look, what you said to me yesterday, about the things I make you feel, Iâ"
"I said I'm sorryâ"
"Don't apologize," Steve interrupts, shooting you an unamused look, "I'm trying to say something here, come on, give me a sec."
"Right. Sorry. Go on."
"You're not supposed to apologize for apologizing."
"I'm sâokay, right. Mouth shut."
Steve purses his lips to stifle his amusement at your antics. You fold your arms in front of your chest and keep your gaze fixed firmly on the marble countertop as you wait for him to continue.
"I, uh," he says, pushing himself away from the counter so that he can wander over to the other side of the kitchen, where you sit, "I feel things too, you know. With you."
"Oh."
"Yeah," Steve chuckles, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he stops beside you, "'Oh'. Weird, right?"
You'd like to, but can't think of anything clever to say that would serve as a suitable response. You don't think Steve's looking for one, anyway, because he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly on the back of your hand, taking a seat on the stool next to yours.
"S'weird, 'cause I don't know if you meant what you said when you were drunk, or if it was just the alcohol talking, or what."
You shake your head quickly, and then wince because of the way the headache thuds behind your right eye.
"Robin says I'm an idiot and should stop being such a chicken," he continues, with a slight roll of his eyes. "And Eddie says if I don't 'shut up and tell you how I feel soon', he'll do it for me."
You nod, smiling despite your hangover. "Eddie's, uh, got a point, no?"
"Maybe," Steve allows, rubbing absently at the side of his neck.
He lets his hands slide down to the legs of your stool, fingers curling around the metal of each side. You don't quite understand what he's doing until he gives them a light tug, jerking you closer to him without warning.
You let out a little shriek of surprise as you reach up to clutch onto the first solid thing your hands find â his forearms.Â
"Ah! WhatâSteve!"
He's got an amused smile on his face, but his eyes are bright and nervous all at once. Steve pushes your stool even closer to him, until your knees knock against his own and he's forced to lean down to keep his eyes on you.
You hold his gaze steadily as he edges closer. "What are you doing?" you murmur, watching his eyes flit downward to track the movement of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your dry lips.
"Not sure yet," Steve hesitates when your lips are a hairsbreadth apart. He watches, half-dazed, half-entranced by the way you stare back at him, unblinking. "But I've got a theory."
"A theory?"
He lowers his head toward yours. You press your hands flat against the hard plane of his chest to steady yourself, fingers splaying over the soft material of his t-shirt as you curl them around the fabric. Steve exhales, and you can feel his breath on your skin, a soft tickle that raises the goosebumps all over your skin.
"Wanna hear it?"
You nod slowly, aware of the way his eyes darken as they trace your face. He's so close that you can make out the fine dusting of freckles and moles that litter his skin, the long fan of his lashes as they flutter to a close. If you moved even slightly, your lips would brush against his.
"What's yourâŠyour theory?" you whisper.
You can feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest as he releases his hold on your stool, lifts both hands up to cradle your face instead. He slides the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck, lets his thumb trace your jaw.
"I think," Steve says, and you can tell he's struggling to string two coherent words together when you feel his thumb quiver against your cheekbone. "I think that, uh, you'reâChrist, Iâ"
His nose brushes against yours and you tilt your chin up instinctively, chasing the brief contact. You smirk. "Christ, you...?"
"Shut up," Steve huffs out a breathless laugh. "I'm getting to it."
"Are you?" you tease, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, your turn to pull him towards you gently.
Steve goes easily, moving his hand from your face to brace the back of your neck. "I think," he starts, eyes crinkling at the corners, "that I might be in love with you."
It's such an unforeseen, unexpected confession that your heart almost gives out in your chest.Â
You gape up at him, at his crooked grin, at his rosy cheeks. "You think?"
He blinks and then squints down at you like he can't decide whether he wants to be annoyed at your antics or kiss you. You hope for the latter, but he says, "What're you, a parrot?"
Shrugging, you're unable to keep your lips from quirking into a grin of your own. "Rude."
Steve's head falls forward and he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his pulse thundering wildly against the hand you've pressed flat against his chest, and it makes you feel a little better about your own pounding heart.
"M'sorry."
You smooth a hand over his shirt and hook a finger under the neckline. "Forgiven," you tell him.
"Good," Steve says, nudging his nose against yours playfully.
You want to say something else, maybe tease him about his hair or something equally as inconsequential, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he leans down and closes the distance between you with a slow, tentative press of his lips to yours.
Now, Steve's mouth is soft and warm, and he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. You shiver when he drags his fingers up the back of your neck, tangling them in your hair so that he can pull you closer yet.
You only pull back when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, giggling at the little noise of protest he lets out as you do. But Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he pulls you back in almost immediately, the movement so abrupt that you nearly topple backwards off the stool.
"SteveâI..." you manage to say, between your giggles and the heated press of his lips against yours. "I still...need to breathe, mister."
He huffs out a little laugh against the side of your neck, nips at the sensitive skin in retaliation. You squeal in delight and jab him playfully in the stomach, laughing as he recoils in mock agony.
"Stop laughing," Steve complains, the warmth of his own laughter tickling the underside of your chin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more, "come on, you're ruining the moment."
"Wait," you breathe, right before his lips meet yours again, "so...no pancakes, then?"
He drops his forehead against your shoulder and shakes with quiet laughter."You," Steve mumbles into the side of your neck, "are something else, you know that?"
You grin. "Apparently, you like that. Love that...no?"
You can feel him smile, the stretch of his lips curving against the skin of your shoulder.
"Apparently...yeah, I do. I do."
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high sex (weed); oral (f receiving); overstimulation; squirting; more taking advantage of; luke previously called r his "little sister"; slight dubcon elements 1.2k+ words MDNI 18+ w/ LUKE RIORDAN
"sweetheart..." luke holds the back of your head in his palm, pulling his hand down to your neck where he strokes your skin. "you've gotta stop getting ahead of yourself."
you blink at him lazily, too busy focusing on manually breathing to even attempt a response. besides, you couldn't say anything with a mouthful of cotton.
luke sends a small smile, dipping his gaze to peer at you. "you okay?" he moves closer when you don't respond, wiping the tips of your noses together and then resting his forehead against yours.
"relax," he urges, "don't fight it."
and you think he's talking about the weed. andre's told you this beforeâtold you to let the high control you instead of trying to control the high. you're about to repeat the routine, closing your eyes and relaxing your breath, but then you feel luke's hand playing with the decorative bow manufactured in the center of your pajama shorts.
"luke?" you ask. you're so far gone that your own voice seems slightly foreign to your ears. but everything about luke is familiar. his fingers as they tickle down your lower stomach. his lips as they kiss your jaw. the gentle way he shushes you as he lays you back against his bed.
"'m just gonna get your mind off of it a little, okay? like in the club the other night, yeah?"
it takes strength to convince yourself to nod, to walk through the thick fog starting to turn into cement in your brain, but you do. for the rest of the time, you let luke take control. he's much better at handling his high, plus his tolerance is much higher than yours. he's in complete controlâboth of himself and of you.
he doesn't have the same feverish nature to his movements this time. no, today he takes his time with you. peeling your layers off and kissing down your body, adding more and more weight to your limbs with every single peck.
you dissociate, you lose track of time as everything seems to go slower. by the time you come back to, it's by the force of luke pulling an orgasm out of you. your body does it all for you, your mind not even a contributor in the actions. your back arches as you push your cunt down against luke's mouth, trying to gather more from him.
you have no idea how long he's been between your legs, but you can't believe you've missed it all. luke pulls away, his lips shining as he smiles at you. you're already making a small sound when his body heat disappears from you, a whine that comes from the back of your throat.
luke tilts his head, laughing a bit to himself. "what? you want more?"
shamelessly, you nod. "yeah."
he wraps his fingers around the neckline of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. he settles himself between your thighs once more, pulling each leg over his shoulder one at a time. he kisses your clit once and then throws a glance up at you, nothing good swimming in his eyes.
"you always this needy?" he asks, already moving closer to your weeping warmth before you can even respond.
without considering if the question was rhetorical, you take a sharp breath. "maybe...?"
luke licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, going back down to purse his lips around your entrance. his flicks his tongue out, pressing the tip into you before bringing it back out, cupping the front, and the scooping your arousal into his mouth like he needs it to live.
you gasp, hands digging into the sheets. an answer finds you somewhere throughout the shock, climbing down to your mouth and leaving without much conscious consideration.
"i wouldn't know. no one makes me feel like you make me feel." the words are jumbled, barely coherent with the way they unceremoniously throw themselves out of your mouth and towards luke.
he smiles against you.
the first time luke got you offânot back at the club but hereâwas not even a blur. it happened in a blink, no evidence of the moment occurring other than the small bit you caught of it and the reaction still settled in your body. but you will yourself to stay present for this one.
you make sure you feel every lick and suck. every kiss and taunting nibble. every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue. it's easy for you to stay still, your limbs weighing more than even you can handle. but your hands are the exception. twisting in the sheets, clawing through luke's hair, twitching with the urge to do something that you can't quite name. your heart works overtime in your chest, directly influenced by the weed that you can still taste on your teeth.
an orgasm warns you of its impending existence, preparing your body for what youâve wanted to experience for years. you donât think youâll ever get tired of luke doing this to you, even if heâs only done it twice thus far, a third on the precipice.
when you come, youâre loud. you donât think you were this loud when luke gave you the first one, but maybe you were because luke doesnât seem shocked about it at all. he doesnât appear to have any particular negative feelings towards your reaction, his mouth seared on your cunt and his eyes only wide enough to watch you.
you hadnât noticed the weight to lukeâs eyes until now, that and the slightly red tint overtaking the whites of them. for the first time you realize just how hot he looks when heâs high.
as you come down, you think about how luke has always treated you like you were with him. not in the romantic sense, he always used the familial excuse. âsheâs like a sister to me,â said over and over again. when andre would throw a pointed glance at lukeâs arm slung over your shoulder, when the others would eye you both a certain way as you peeled off from the group, when he caressed your cheek or fixed the strap of your shirt.
but nothing is familial about any of this. nothing screams little sister and big brother about the way luke pushes your thighs apart and continues to eat you out, even as you try to move him away. youâre losing grip again, starting to slip into a slight slumber thatâs not completely atypical. thereâs a dull craving for food in your belly, a distant thought that youâd like to dive into that show on netflix that luke was talking about. but you canât do any of that with a supe between your legs, determined to stay here until he says so.
âdonât give up on me,â he says your name like heâs signing off his statement, ânot yet.â he shakes his head, kissing right under your navel before digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, forcing them open. âjust let me get one more from you. one more and then weâre done. promise.â
you canât be mad at luke, not when the final orgasm he gives you is bigger than the last two, the evidence in the form of your juices shooting out and splashing against lukeâs chin and chest.
when he grins up at you like heâs proud of you, you think that you could give luke whatever he wants, as long as he keeps looking at you like that.
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