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reeve-in-a-suit · 2 years ago
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I'm going fucking crazy
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Found a neat palette (credits to inkedstainedpalettes!) and then went a little wild with this Come Sweet Death!Kai drawing.
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conanssummerchild · 1 year ago
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someone said 'whats wrong with you?' (derogatory) to an autistic person 8592827472801 dead 69 injured
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evansonlylove · 9 months ago
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he hurt me but it felt like true love
-Kai anderson x fem reader
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CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.
summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.
You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.
He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.
Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.
Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.
“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.
“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”
You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin
“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.
“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.
“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”
“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”
“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.
“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.
“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.
“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.
You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.
“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”
“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.
“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.
“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.
“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.
“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.
“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.
“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”
“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.
“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.
“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”
He hurt you and it felt like true love.
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I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain
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mattslolita · 4 months ago
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꒰ biker!matt sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !
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꒰ SFW! ꒱
biker!matt would . . .
✦ have met you at a party, no doubt — he noticed you in your short, black dress with the ribbon tied in your locs as you stood around uneasily among the crowd of people you didn't know. he made it his mission to have spoke to you by the end of the night. sweet, unsuspecting you wouldn't have realized he'd been standing near you until you accidentally get bumped against him as he's leaning against a wall.
"oh! m'so sorry bout' that, i didn't see you there."
"s'alright, sweetheart. why's a sweet girl like you doin' at a party like this anyway, huh?"
"my friend dragged me here, i'd be home reading if i had it my way."
"want me to take ya home?"
biker!matt would . . .
✦ take you on a long, late night ride whilst you fill his head with any random thought that pops into your head — and as time goes on, you find yourself on more late night bike rides around the city with him, your figure huddled up close to his as you enjoy the breeze that sifts alongside you both.
biker!matt would . . .
✦ keep you close to him when you guys go out — his hand hangs dangerously low on your hips just above your skirt, and when he feels you drifting away he's immediately pulling you back towards him.
"aht, stop movin' around so much."
"sorry..."
✦ when you're leaning against his bike, he's got both if his hands resting right above your ass while massaging your lower back area. and he enjoys how flustered you get when his hands are on that particular part of your body — it's fun watching you squirm slightly under his touch.
"s'got you so worked up doll, huh? stay still..."
"keep your hand up there, an' maybe i could!"
biker!matt would . . .
✦ love picking out your outfits — his favorites are the cute little mini skirts you wear paired with a cute cardigan and matching bows that go in your hair.
✦ doesn't hesitate to take you shopping, either per your request or just because he wants to do something nice for you. he'll watch you pick out whatever you like, then let you drag him into the dressing rooms as you try on various outfits.
"whatcha think about this skirt? is it too short?"
"makes your ass pop out nicely. put it in the cart."
"matt!"
biker!matt would . . .
✦ unfortunately not put a label on you guy's relationship — he's not one to trust easily, so he's not ready to give you that title yet. however, he'd do things to let others know you're off limits such as...
biker!matt would . . .
✦ let you wear his signature leather jacket, no doubt because he wants everyone to know that you're his. if you're at some kind of outing, he'll casually drape it over your shoulders and shoot a death glare to anyone who even thinks about trying it.
✦ he'll make you put his jacket on when you insist on straying away from him to join your friends, but the jacket made sure to serve its purpose as a constant reminder to anyone.
"y'keep this on, 'kay? don't need anybody thinkin' they can try it."
"i highly doubt they will matt, i'm-"
"y'know i don't take no for an answer, bunny. keep the jacket on, got it?"
"yes sir."
biker!matt would . . .
✦ never let you smoke cigarettes, yet he keeps his marlboros tucked in the pocket of you denim skirt or your pocket in your cardigan — you got a custom made blue, eeyore lighter just for him.
"here, come light this f'me sweetheart."
✦ he's holding the cancer stick up to his lips whilst you flick the lighter on, getting momentarily distracted by how the fire accentuates his features but you focus again as the fire catches onto the cigarette successfully.
꒰ NSFW! ꒱
biker!matt would . . .
✦ fuck you against his bike any chance you got — he'd have you bent over, your hands perched on the seat as he's pounding into you from behind mercilessly.
"fuck, gonna make a mess all over my bike, aren't ya?"
"thas it sweet girl, fuckin' take it."
biker!matt would . . .
✦ have his hands all over you — his ring clad hands with either be wrapped around your neck whilst he's got you in missionary and doggy,
"fuckin' like being choked, sweetheart? wan' me to do it harder? such a naughty girl..."
✦ or they're groping your titties whilst you ride him.
"jus' like that doll, doin' so good f'me..."
biker!matt would . . .
✦ have a major corruption kink — everyone thinks you're his sweet, innocent girl clad in her cute bows and quiet personality; but matt knows better, and every chance he gets he's always reminding you about how he knows you're a freak ass on the low.
"always so quiet got nothin' comin' out ya mouth, now you're chokin on my dick like the good slut you are..."
"you like bein' fucked like this, don't you? such a naughty girl, so perfect f'me..."
biker!matt would . . .
✦ make you cockwarm him at parties when you guys are sitting alone, on the couch or something — if you're moving around too much, he's thrusting up into you subtly to get you to stop.
"s'not that hard doll. jus' sit still, got it? don't you dare move."
"fuck, matt..."
biker!matt would . . .
✦ be a brat tamer! you might be quiet and sweet most of the time, but when you act out, you're bratty — so matt makes sure to put you in your place.
"told you to stop actin' up, didn't i? now look, all fucked dumb on my cock..."
"you cum when i tell you to, got it? y'know what happens with you disobey me..."
"keep talkin' back sweetheart an' i'll give you somethin' to whine about..."
( lilly's corner 💌 )
i am all things biker!matt, y'all. this is mostly inspired by my biker!matt fic on my wattpad, so i thought i'd share it here🤭. feel free to spam my inbox with more biker!matt headcanons! 💌
@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @luverboychris @cottoncandyswisherz @chanelles-world
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after-witch · 4 months ago
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To a Mouse [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Title: To a Mouse [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]
Synopsis: The best laid escape plans of mice and men often go awry. 
Word Count: 2200ish
notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, abusive behavior, drugging
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You’ve been planning. Bad, bad thing that you are--not that Overhaul knows about the planning. Not that he knows you call him Overhaul, in your head, all the while “Kai” bubbles from your lips like sweet candy.
Not that he knows that while you obey and nod and pretend to go along with it, you’re screaming, plotting, fervently dreaming about the day that you’ll get away from him.
That day is today, in fact.
All thanks to two things: your penchant for drawing, and his penchant for closing his eyes while you change into your nightgowns.
The drawing is what earned you the box of pencils. They’re nice pencils, middle-of-the-road when it comes to quality. Better than the cheap pencils schoolchildren get, but a seasoned artist might not work with them. You, though, are no seasoned artist. You’re simply a kidnapping victim who liked to draw in their spare time before all this, and after weeks of behaving, he let you have a box of pencils and paper to keep in your room when he wasn’t there.
Because you were good. Because he trusted you.
His mistake.
That pencil is sharpened now, razor sharp or something close to it; it won’t kill him, you’re not that naive. But you’re sure that you can jab it into his flesh enough to hurt, enough to send him to his knees long enough for you to rush into his office and get one of the knives he keeps in his desk. And that’s what will kill him. That’s what will secure his death--and your freedom.
It’s his mistake, too, that he gives you a hint of privacy now and then. When you get dressed, especially. In the morning, when you change; in the evening, when you shower, then again when you change into your nightgown.
The pencil would be useless, without that hint of privacy. Because it had given you the opportunity to slip the pencil from your shirt sleeve and, quick as a bird, slide it underneath the comforter before he took you to the bathroom to shower.
And here you were, sitting in bed with a hand tucked under the comforter and holding onto that pencil; skin scrubbed raw and smelling of sterile soap. Clean. Fresh. Ready.
He’s still turned around, and you put an earnest smile into your voice.
“I’m dressed, Kai.” Dressed and ready to never call him Kai again. Dressed and trembling,  fingers tight around the pencil, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
The perfect time comes when he turns around, eyes crinkled in what must be a smile behind his mask, and approaches to tuck your blanket over you. It’s a soft think--pink and sweet, like he wants you to be.
His fingers are smoothing out the blanket, his words forming some sort of soothing goodnight message, when your arm whips around and you stab the pencil straight into his neck.
The pencil makes contact, you think. But it doesn’t plunge into his flesh the way you imagined it would. It scratches--leaving a jagged quickly -reddening gash--and Overhaul falls to one knee, giving you only a second to scamper off the bed and flee through the doorway connecting your room to his office.
He’s not down for the count, you can hear his steps, hear him shouting something--your thoughts are all jumbled and when your trembling hands grip the handle of his desk and yank at the drawer, it doesn’t budge. He locked it, today. Or maybe it was always locked and you were too stupid to realize it.
There’s no time to kill him, no time to attack--you can only run. So you do, socked feet scampering towards the door of his office, hoping it led to some sort of escape route. 
The door doesn’t budge, and you stupidly shove yourself against it, feeling hot, useless tears streaming down your face. Everything happens too fast and too slow all at the same time. It didn’t work, none of it worked, and you’re left pressing your back against the door and watching as an extremely pissed off Kai Chisaki stalks towards you.
You’ve never seen him like this--hives breaking out on his skin, one hand clutching his neck, eyes practically bulging out in anger and betrayal.
A gloved hand reaches down to grip your wrist, yanking you upward with an uncharacteristic force. You were delicate, a doll; an ornament to be cared for and cleaned. Or so he said, with words and actions. Which is why the tight grip, so harsh you wonder if your bones might snap, comes at you like a bucket of ice water.
“There will be consequences.”
The words are spit out, and your mind supplements the image of wispy saliva hitting the inside of his mask, a bitter poison. No sooner than he warns you, he grabs your arm, gloves slipping on your skin as he tightens his grip and yanks you upward.
Instinct tells you what he’s going to do, and your body tries to turn to lead, but there’s no escaping his grip in the moment. He drags you over to his desk and you see the inside of the drawer he pulls open--all manner of syringes and bottles and you already imagine a needle sliding into your skin, turning you to jelly.
It’s not the needle he grabs, but the handcuffs. And that makes your stomach twist worse.
The moment when you’re dragged back into your bedroom and tossed harshly onto your bed blurs over the next few hours. You will remember the feeling of hitting the mattress, the awkward way your arm bent as he held it down and snapped the cuff over your wrist and then over the pole of the bed. You will remember your heart pounding like a rabbit.
But you’re not sure exactly what Overhaul said--or if he said anything at all--or if you did anything but cry. Did you beg him not to hurt you? Did you tell him to fuck off? Did he tell you to go to sleep, or was it an implied command? 
It’s hard to say.
You’re not even sure if the later sound of hot steaming water from his office bathroom, the image of him scrubbing his skin where the pencil scraped it, is real or imagined. 
Sleep does not come for hours and when it does, you have a horrid nightmare of a large, unfathomable monster sitting on your arms, keeping you immobile. 
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“You’ve lost the right to move without permission.”
There are many things you imagined Overhaul might do to you. You thought he would toss you back into that horrid room with its white walls and stripped toilet; or cut your meal to miniscule rations, to teach you to be grateful. Or make you sit in the damned clinic of his while he tested your blood to find some practical reason for your rebellion.
You didn’t imagine he would cuff your hands behind your back, and keep you on a chain that kept you leashed to the bed. It wasn’t even long enough to walk around the room, not that there was much to do anymore; when you woke up the morning after, your books, papers, pencils, had all been stripped away. 
It was a wonder he didn’t take the shelf with them.
“They will come off,” he says, gesturing with his hand towards the chain and cuffs, “only if I permit it. At meal times.” He pauses. “And bath time.” 
What relief might have come with the thought of being alone in the bath--those sweet moments of privacy--dissipates a few minutes afterward, when he leads you, hands uncuffed and sore, into the bathroom.
Only he doesn’t, as usual, usher you inside and give you privacy to change and wash yourself. He doesn’t even turn around. He simply stares at you, until anxiety forces you to speak, your voice a squeaky whisper.
“Aren’t you going to…” The full sentence doesn’t come. Aren’t you going to leave? Let me get undressed? Look away? 
He only blinks at you. 
“No.” The word is short and clipped and awful in its simplicity.  “You might try something. You’ve lost the right to privacy.”
Heat rises to your cheek and awful bile claws up your throat with it. He can’t--he wouldn’t look; that is one thing he never did, despite all his hovering and controlling. 
He must catch your thoughts, because from behind the mask comes an almost throaty murmur. “I’m not base. I’m only watching to make sure you don’t do something dangerous to yourself or others.” He swallows, his throat bobbing. “Don’t trouble yourself about that.”
Oh, but you do trouble yourself. Your hands shake as you pull off your nightgown, smelling of sweat from last night’s activities, and fold it carefully on the countertop. Shame crawls inside your stomach and you cover yourself as best you can, shifting positions as you step into the tub. 
Your hands reach instinctively to draw the curtain behind you, only to realize that the curtain that you usually pull for your showers is gone. 
“Take a bath,” he says, simply. “Until you’ve earned the curtain back.”
Something low rumbles in your stomach and you know it’s not hunger. Slowly, you lower yourself down into the tub, pulling your knees to your chest to cover as much as possible. Because he’s still just--staring at you.
He stares even as you turn on the water and begin to fill the tub and wash yourself, quickly as can be, with hot water and soap. Showering usually felt good; it was like taking away a layer of invisible grime that built up around him. But with his eyes on you the entire time, it’s like the grime sticks to your skin, no matter how much you scrub. 
The lack of commentary on your nakedness is somehow just as worse than his gaze upon it.
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Life, such as it was, quickly turns to shit. 
Overhaul keeps you chained to the bed unless he’s in the room. And even then, there are times where he insists you stay cuffed or leashed to the bed like a wayward dog. 
“You can’t be trusted on your own,” is all he says, if you ask him about it. 
He doesn’t look away when you get dressed. When you bathe. Even when you go to the bathroom.
When you protest too much, when you squirm and kick at the chain and pull your hands harshly against the cuffs, he merely threatens to gag you; to tighten the chain; to leave you cuffed when you bathe and eat, which means he’ll be the one doing the scrubbing and the feeding.
You stop fighting, after that. The threat hits your chest hard and you’re forced to accept the new routine.
That’s what it is, after all. A routine. 
You accept it for what it is--life, now. A new reality.
It’s your new reality that you sleep in soft nightgowns with a cold chain around your ankle and a cuff on your wrist. It’s your new reality that Overhaul stands and stares while you bathe, taking in your body and occasionally critiquing your washing technique. 
It’s your new reality that you have no such thing as privacy, no such thing as softness or entertainment or the quiet enjoyment that comes (however unbidden) from reading your books in the afternoon or drawing on a fresh sheet of paper. 
Now, you have only yourself and Overhaul and the basic functions of life. 
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“You’ve been behaving,” he remarks one day. A simple compliment for the simple act of no longer fighting against the cuffs, no longer tugging at the chain around your ankle. 
It’s true, though. You haven’t fought. Or argued about the new rules. And you haven’t so much as thought about another escape attempt. The last one was so futile, and look where it got you? Chained and stared at, like an animal in a zoo; hardly worth the effort.
But–but, but, but. When you go into the bathroom that morning, the shower curtain is back.
He doesn’t turn around when you change, and it doesn’t bother you because, after all---it’s a start.
And that night--
“The handcuffs will stay off,” he tells you mildly, locking the chain around your ankle, “if you continue to behave.”
You do behave.
The next week, it is the chain that will stay off--if you continue to behave. And you strive to behave, because the thrill of being able to properly toss and turn and curl up in bed is worth it. And it’s not as if misbehaving got you anywhere before, did it? 
And one blissful morning, you wake up to find your books returned. Your papers. And--not pencils, no. Large crayons, the kind you give to children. Still, still, it’s something.
You swear you can see his smile from behind the mask as you marvel at them, thinking of the ways you’ll be able to occupy yourself with the bright, waxy colors. 
“These will remain,” he says, “if you continue to behave.”
And you do--
You do behave.
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rotthepoet · 4 months ago
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Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔
Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It’s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)
P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud
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Theodore Nott
I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies
It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.
That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3
Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times
I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.
Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.
Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.
Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.
Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.
Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.
Mommy and daddy issues check?
Anyways!
Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.
Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.
Sex is a good outlet.
Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking
He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.
Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.
It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls
He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.
100% friends to lovers
He’s a quality time kinda guy i think
Just likes co-existing really
Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden
But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too
He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are
He’s being so genuine too
His friends would know
He never shuts up about you
If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”
And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes
He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms
He’s such a good boyfriend
Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)
Literally worships the ground you walk on
Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight
Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch
Anyways
Dotes on you everyday
Calls you so many sweet names in Italian
Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.
Argues in italian
Lowkey hates snow
Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather
Will take you to Italy over the summer
Demands you go
Fucks you on the balcony of his family home
Fucks you stupid on the beach
Sorry where was I going with this
Ah yes anyways
Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal
He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things
Slowly fingering you as you spoon
Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3
So much worship.
So much
Just adores you.
Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours
Literally cant stand American reality tv
The biggest kardashian hater
Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens
Doesnt care to share it though
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Lorenzo Berkshire
Bitchboy extraordinaire
If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast
I called theo a two faced liar as a joke
But Enzo actually is one
Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors
One of the richest in the group and it shows
Flaunts his money everywhere he goes
His ears are pieced
Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds
Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever
Dumps them whenever he gets bored
But omg when a person gives him his attitude back
Well first he gets even meaner
But also he likes you so much like… that was hot
And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame
Craves attention
Such an attention seeker
Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try
100% a prefect
Showers his pookie with so much love and attention
When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7
Never a hand straying to far
Literally obsessed
Big fan of exhibitionism
Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom
Its all fair game
Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday
Ass man 100%
Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle
Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers
Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty
Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont
Like fr can someone explain him to me
Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really
Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo
Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.
Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique
On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with
Slays at herbology
Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco
Light weight for reals
Like severely light weight
He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it
Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women
Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual
Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind
Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.
Anyways back to being his significant other
Will spoil you
Relentlessly
Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually
109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else
Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time
Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are
Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird
Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off
Genuinely ballistic if he loses you
Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back
Seriously considers murder for a while
Anyways he gets you back baby<3
Speaking of babies hes super good with kids
Look at that face
Amazing dad face
Scared of marriage lmao
Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships
Its a thing for all of them tbh
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thetxtdevil · 5 months ago
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The 'Girl' Friend
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Huening Kai x Reader
summary: Kai turns envious of Taehyun's new friend, thinking she's his girlfriend. A turn of events happens when the 'girlfriend' finds Kai in a compromising position.
content: smut, friends to lovers?, fem.reader, masturbation, jerking off, slight fingering, penetration, just softness no hard stuff
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Kai and his friends have been doing game nights at the local bar every Fridays. At first it was just the five of them but then it became a bigger group. Kai is one to keep to himself so he comes alone appreciating the already big group that has been collected by the other members.
One Friday night all the boys arrive at the bar with additional company. The bar was modern yet woodsy, wood panels upon the walls with black furniture throughout the establishment it was cazy and fun. Music blasting getting guest excited for the night, Kai sits down placing the beer on the table looking at the night's trivia themes.
"Hey, Kai I have someone for you to meet" the familiar voice of Taehyun appears in the man's senses. Kai tilts his up looking completely astonished by this someone's beauty. "This is y/n"
Kai launches out of his chair to shake your hand but bumps the table making his drink spill everywhere. You three all gasp, you quickly reach for napkins to soak up the liquor.
"You're going to need another drink after that" you giggle.
The man couldn't speak, you were pretty and your voice was so enchanting. Tae was quick to catch on when he witnesses the two of you have a moment looking into each other's eyes. The rest of the night felt weird Kai couldn't stop laughing loudly at your joke and his eyes were glued to you. He felt like a creep.
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Kai has a crush, ok maybe he has fallen for you. The problem is it seems you're taken because you were always hanging out with Taehyun. Yes, you would carry conversations with the other members of Kai's group but you and Tae seemed to be close. Your presence started with a regular occurrence to the game nights and then became very often when Taehyun welcomed you to the boys' house.
This gave Kai more chances to be with you. However, envy would rush through his veins every time you would hug, cuddle, or simply whisper to Tae. Taehyun smirks seeing his younger brother give him the death stare. You and him were nothing but friends but he liked seeing Kai get so worked up by your natural touchiness.
"Does Kai hate me or something?" you ask Taehyun.
"No, he just has a big crush on you." he says nonchalantly.
You roll your eyes and smack Tae on his chest not believing the man. Kai sees this playful manner between you two and pouts, face turning red with anger wanting small touches from you.
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Days become weeks, weeks become months. Kai's crush on you hasn't faltered especially when you start appearing in his dreams. Small awkward conversations here and there but he was always around when you visited the house. He never took the chance to ask you out because the way you got close to Taehyun felt like he had no chance.
So, He admires you from afar, noting that you seem to be growing out your hair, watching as you twirl your hair in your dainty fingers. He has studied the facts that you like to drink water after you eat something sweets, which you do often, so when he watches your lips surround and swallow every pocky stick he gets up fixes himself and gives you a glass of water. You're surprised and look at the tall man with the most lovely smile. Kai about loses himself wanting to grab your face to kiss it, but he's civil and simply nods. You chuckle to yourself when you watch him awkwardly walking out of the living room leaving you with the rest of the boys.
You sat there, watching the condensation drip down the cup Kai gave you. Where did that man run off to? You ask yourself, Kai tends to spend the whole time you spent with Tae. He never flirted with you like the other boys but you couldn't help but think his presence and small giggles so warm.
"I'm going to the bathroom, you can continue the game without me." you tell Taehyun and he simply nods too fixated with the television.
Did you really need to use the bathroom? No, your nosiness got the better of you, so badly wanting to know where that beautiful boy has gone. You had never been to any of the mens' rooms other than Taehyun's, but you as you walk down the hall your ears catch a suspicious sound. The door was thoughtlessly cracked open letting small sounds leave what you assumed to be Kai's room. Standing closer the sounds were as clear as day making your face red. Drawn out moans and gasps came from the man. Pushing further into the entrance of the room you were a little jealous of a possible partner Kai was with. You crack the door to hear "ah- y/n" he was touching himself.
Your jaw drops to the floor seeing his family jewels fully erected and exposed. Kai laid there in his bed, luscious dark hair spread out as his head tilted into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut mouth gaped from pleasure. The more you look at the beautiful man fisting his cock the more you felt heated, all you wanted to do is to help him.
Without your conscious consent you blurt "Kai..."
The man stopped his movement face flushed as he looks up to you with your hand on your mouth. He didn't know how to feel see you satisfying himself and obviously think about you. Angry? Embarrassed? Pleased? It was like as if time stopped, you two stared at each other contemplating the next move.
"I-i am so sorry, I just," your gut didn't want to apologize you really wanted to just go ahead and pleasure him yourself. Kai sits up and starts to fix himself to hide, "No.." Kai stops and looks at you confused "I want to see you if you let me."
"Aren't you with Taehyun?"
Your face contorts "No we're just friends, besides he know that you like me.."
Kai's face gets pinker the more you talk, avoiding eye contact. After a moment he lets out his thoughts, "and, what are your thoughts?"
"Thoughts? uh- I honestly didn't believe him until... now" you look at him with a hint of desire in your eyes. It was true how can a pretty boy like him be into you, but seeing Kai like he was moaning your name was a big falter on your doubts. You crawl on his bed getting closer to the man, he was hesitant at first but gives in.
"I like you Kai" you say with a small smile.
Kai's chest wells up feeling like he was dreaming "Y-you do?"
You hum while nodding your head "I think your really nice, and handsome, and now I now you look good in other places." A soft chuckle leaves the mans lips, "Can I end my apology by helping you out?"
All embarrassment aside, you hover over Kai one hand keeping you up while the other hand starts palming his dick. Kai groans, what a fast turn of events, he was just dreaming about you doing this, is he still dreaming?
"Can I kiss you?" Kai nods, puppy dog eyes staring straight into your soul.
You lean in for Kai to deepen the kiss, both of you excited to feel each other up. Your hands find their way under the poorly situated briefs finally touch the man's beautiful dick. Slowly moving your thumb along his wet slit moving down to outline the shaft. Kai moans trying to stop himself from cursing, but he felt so good. You start to move your hands faster pumping his dick making the man fall into his bed. Your lips kiss against his long neck listening to his sensual melodies. Bucking his hips it wasn't long until he came in his briefs and on your hand.
Kai stares at you with a grin on your face leaning back on his bed. You look at the mess he made sticking your tongue out to lap it up. "So, what fantasies do you have of me?"
Kai tilts his head to look at you, you were now lying comfortably on the vacant side of his bed. The man now makes himself hovering of you, chest against your plush mounds, his big hands engulfed your face pecking your lips. "I fantasize having you" he says in a low voice, growing the ache between your legs. You grab at his shirt trying to tear away his layers off but before he complies he gets up to lock the door. Both giggling at the fact that was the reason you two were in this situation. Articles of clothing throw everywhere in the room, Kai kneels between your legs.
The sight before him was glorious, your tits slumped yet nipples perked and your legs spread showing of your glistening pussy. He licks his lips fingers brushing against the damp flesh. The soft touches rouses you clenching around nothing. Sighs filled the room, now Kai was the one enjoying your melodies and they way you moved your body closer to him. With a light please, Kai pumps his dick lining it up to your waiting entrance.
Slowly pushing in stretching your walls until you whine out of fear it won't fit. Kai pecks your lips ensuring you that it will and slowly but surly he bottoms out. Staying still for a moment to get you used to the burning sensation, he begins to thrust. Your hands grip his biceps groaning at the pleasure, his tip found its way to a sweet spot making your nails dig into his skin. Kai watched as your face contorted with brows peaking and mouth gapped wide moaning so addictively. Pride filled the man knowing that you're like this because of him.
Kai advances his dick into you creating heat building up in your body. His staggered thrust was a clear sign of his climax. Thumb brushing your clit and a twitch of his dick had you both come unraveling. Kai falls down beside you panting, you reach for his hand to hold cuddling there in peace. He watches your eyes flutter and chest slowing its movements, elated with the state of bliss. Envy of not having you was washed away from the man, but the jealous rage may soon follow the next time he sees you with his 'guy' friends.
A nuisance,
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haikyu-mp4 · 6 months ago
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A harmless little prank
word count; 506 – f!reader
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After practice, you and the other managers were asked to stay behind with the team captain and coaches, going over some plans for the next weeks. Meanwhile, a master plan was being made in the locker room.
A simple bucket of water on top of the door ledge would give Kuroo a refreshing surprise after a tough practice. It was the first years who planned it, ignoring how the second years said it was a bad idea, while the other third years just shook their heads and chuckled under their breaths. What’s a harmless little prank?
However, like their coach always says, things do not always go as planned.
Yaku always imagined these kinds of moments would play out in slow motion, but instead, he was watching at full speed as you, his sweet, loving girlfriend, opened the door and the bucket tipped over, soaking you in water.
The second years were doing their best to not laugh as Yaku’s face fell in absolute horror. The hurt in your eyes was delayed as they scanned around the room and landed on him. “What the hell?”
Yaku turned his attention to Inuoka and Lev who were both rambling apologies over each other. He was about to turn on demon mode when Kuroo came up behind you, stopping abruptly as he saw you standing in the doorway. “Woah, what happened here?” he said, about to add a joke when his eyes zeroed in on the way your uniform, now soaked, clung to your chest.
“Everyone stop staring!” Yaku practically growled, picking up his big sweatshirt and some clean sweatpants from the emergency locker and then coming over to give them to you, eyes threatening Kuroo without any words.
“It’s really cold,” you chuckled, and Yaku wrapped his arm over your shoulder to lead you to the bathroom so you could change.
The first years were holding their breaths, almost turning blue as they thanked the lords Yaku was distracted by you for the time being. When Yaku rounded the corner to stand outside the door and wait for you, they ran over to their bags and rushed the process so they could leave as quickly as possible, hopefully delaying their beating for tomorrow.
Just as they got out the door, Yaku came back with a stare that could only mean death, and Kuroo pointed him in the right direction. “You’re next,” Yaku told him before pushing past to get the first years by the neck of their shirts.
He made sure to kick their behinds until they would reconsider any more training this week. Kai was asking him to have some mercy, standing on a chair inside with his head out the little window to watch their antics too.
You strolled out after Yaku, wet uniform folded in your arms as you stood beside Kuroo and watched your boyfriend teach his underclassmen a lesson. “Think that prank was meant for you, cap.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“And Yaku was just gonna watch it happen.”
“Yes, yes he was.”
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fear-is-truth · 1 month ago
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can I please request some headcannons as to what you think the Evans would be like when they’re drunk? thank you!!! :)))
⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… drunk .ᐟ
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ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson ‧ austin sommers ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel ‧ warren lipka
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⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.
tate would become a fucking menace. he’d pull pranks on the other ghosts, or just plain insult them. he finds endless amusement in being a little shit, glancing over at you to see if you’re laughing too.
he’d be glued to you, practically following you room-to-room like a newly adopted puppy, even if you’re just going to the bathroom. “where’re you going?” he’d stand right outside the door, waiting for you to come back, greeting you with a lazy, lovesick grin like he hasn’t seen you in hours.
drunk tate would mutter a lot—sometimes to himself, sometimes to you. it’d be of random thoughts, little complaints, or dreamy, barely coherent things like, “can’t believe you’re real…” his words would come out slurred and soft, but he’d have this intense focus on you, clearly wrapped up in his own head.
venting. a lot of venting.
⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.
would do his best to keep himself together, reminding you both to “take it easy,” but he’d totally stumble over his own plans. kit would try holding his drink steady, only to spill half of it, laughing it off with an, “ah, whoops!” as if it was the funniest thing ever.
his sense of humor would skyrocket, and he’d be doubled over laughing at the simplest things. someone makes a lame pun? he’s cracking up. you give him a look? pure comedy gold.
his slurred boston accent would get thicker, making everything he says sound even more sexier.
would also get extra honest and sappy, letting his emotions spill out in the most genuine way. he’d look at you with teary eyes and tell you how much he appreciates you, going on about how grateful he is to have found you.
⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.
kyle wouldn’t get blackout drunk, he’d getting just tipsy enough to be completely adorable. his cheeks would be flushed a rosy pink, and he’d have that big, goofy grin on his face.
would start singing along to whatever song is playing.
even with a few drinks in him, kyle’s the one guy who would still keep an eye out for anyone who needs help. if he saw a random girl looking unsteady, he’d guide her to a safe spot, and if she had to throw up in the bathroom, he’d stay with them, holding her hair. then he’d call her friends to get her.
if any one of his frat brothers try and mess with you he’d literally fistfight them.
⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.
drunk jimmy would be all over you, getting incredibly touchy, pulling you into his lap whenever he gets his hands on you. he’d slur sweet, filthy things out loud — it’s embarrassing as hell but kinda hot.
would keep drinking even after you told him to stop. “nah, babe,’m fine—jus’ one more i swear.” of course, this would end with him either passing out or vomiting.
if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, drunk jimmy would be ready to kick some serious ass. “what’re you starin’ at, huh? you think you can just look at her like that?!” you’d have to hold him back before he got into full florida man mode.
⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.
i think james would have crazy good alcohol tolerance.
he would be uncharacteristically handsy. insisting you to sit on his lap, arm winding possessively around your waist. he’d hold you close, running his fingers up and down your arm or resting his hand at the small of your back.
“you’re such a vision, my dear,” in that slurred, (fake) brahms accent.
james, in his drunken fascination, would suddenly become enchanted by the smallest, strangest details in the room. he’d point out the ornate carvings on the furniture or the imperfections in a painting, waxing poetic about how they contribute to the room’s “soul.” “just look at that crack in the wood,” he’d remark, “is it not beautifully flawed, just like us?” (he’s a dangerous tainted & flawed man ykwim)
handing you his cigar, he’d watch you intently, clearly enamored with the idea of you lighting it for him. he’d guide your hand, fingers lingering over yours, taking pleasure in the ritual. “steady now, darling,” he’d drawl, a pleased smirk on his face as he watches the flame catch.
would become even more extravagant with his compliments. he’d shower you with praise, admiring everything from the way you smile to the way you hold yourself. “my dearest, you bring such grace to this place,” he’d say, gazing at you with genuine adoration. “i am, as ever, your humble servant.”
⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.
kai would do his absolute best to act stone-cold sober, even after chugging straight vodka or something hardcore. he’d stand up straighter, make eye contact, and talk in his usual serious tone, almost daring you to suggest he might be tipsy. if he starts slurring? he’d blame it on something like tiredness to keep his ego intact.
thousand yard stare.
would get worked up over small things, flipping into-rants about whatever’s on his mind, each one more dramatic than the previous. topics vary on politics, the state of society, or how he’s totally not drunk.
when tipsy, kai would be a touch more lenient. allowing you to sit on his lap, play with his hair, maybe even cracking a slight smile at your jokes.
⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.
austin would absolutely start singing instead of speaking after getting a bit smashed. belting out tunes or turning every sentence into a musical number, “who’s ready for a refiiiillll~?”
every drink would require a toast, and they’d progressively get more absurd and inappropriate. “to art, sex, and whatever the fuck this cocktail is supposed to be!”
would be shamelessly flirty with everyone, but his attention would always come back to you.
⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.
his hyper ass would be bouncing off the fucking wall.
would steal people’s drinks mid-sip or rearranging furniture in the room for no reason.
“bet i can chug this entire keg and still run a lap around the earth. wanna see?”
⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.
colin’s drunk vocabulary would be filled with “erm” and “errr,” with every other sentence stumbling out in a mess of slurred words. “errr… what i—what i meant was… wait, i had it. it was, uh… gone now, but it was good, i promise.
if anyone tried to bother you or made a lewd comment, colin would get hella territorial in his tipsy state. “hey, buddy, why don’cha back off the milady, alright? she’s—she’s with me.”
would insist on carrying your coat, guarding your drink, or even offering to dance with you.
all in all, a total sweetheart.
⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.
warren would be that guy at the party, jumping off rooftops into pools or climbing on furniture while shouting, “heyyy watch this!” he’d have no fear and thrive on being the centre of attention.
if body shots were happening, you could bet warren would be in the thick of it, grinning ear to ear.
would totally dominate beer pong.
his version of dancing would involve spinning you around wildly or grinding against you to whatever beat was playing.
sex in the bathroom or smoking dope. or both.
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hyukakisses · 3 months ago
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-scream!
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pairings: huening kai x fem reader
plot: heavily inspired by the film scream (the first one), random ghostface huening kai headcanons
warnings: gore, cursing, mentions of death, sweet sub reader x emo mentally ill top huening kai, smut!!, characters are in college
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you sigh boringly as an hour passes by since your boyfriend huening kai last texted you, and you were growing impatient. you were so clingy
you felt your heart drop to your stomach and your agitated mood has shifted into a panic as you notice a tall shadowy figure standing outside your bedroom window
you slowly get up from the comfort of your pink bedsheets and approach the unknown person with a tremble, immediately whining when you make eye contact with huening kai as you open your curtains
“hyuka! don’t fucking scare me like that!” you lift up your window seeing your boyfriend smile up at you followed by a baby girl like giggle
“im sorry! i just couldn’t help myself! i wanted to surprise you!”
you huff, “and you couldn’t have done that in a less scary way?”
huening kai smiles at your scared face climbing in your room pull you in a warm embracing. your body relaxing into his as you sigh loudly. “im sorry baby i really didn’t mean to scare you” the emo boy towers over you and you melt at his sincere apology
“you know when i was at home i was watching the exorcist and it had me thinking of you” the manic boy leaps onto your bed changing the subject rather quickly
you sit on your bed beside the taller male with a frustrated blush, “you’re such a dork when it comes to your scary movies”
hyuka wasn’t easy to get angry, he was always so gentle and polite with you and everybody else around him. so when there was a crazed serial killer running around town you didn’t even think your sweet boyfriend could be responsible for it.
you were huening kai’s first relationship, the boy didn’t know how to take things slow and causal; not that you minded though because you were the same way.
huening kai who would kill anyone for you— if it was someone who just accidentally bumped into you around school or someone who he thought liked you when really they were just asking for a pencil.
in bed though, hyuka was merciless. his big strong arms caging you in between him so tightly you feared you’d pop as you cry out in sensitivity
“p-please no more im sensitive” your hands brace flatly on huening kai’s shoulder blades as you struggle to take his entire length in your weeping pussy, this action making your boyfriend hiss in pleasure
you’d let out a string of needy gasps as you felt your boyfriend jackhammering his cock so close to your pussy. feeling his globes lightly slap against your clit making huening kai coo at the feeling
“hear that?” huening kai whispers shushing you grinning down at you when all you could hear were squelching sounds ):
hyuka who would comfort you each time you were scared, making sure he distracted you to take your mind off the ghostface situation
huening kai wouldn’t let you find out about him being the serial killer you feared, afraid he’d lose you ):
and your boyfriend can’t have that! he’d rather die than have you find out about that. often lying about where he would be, saying it was for university or something
huening kai would also always be down for a horror movie marathon, falling in love with you even more when you’d cry in his chest over a jumpscare <3
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ahyesthesufferingoftvteens · 7 months ago
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Quit question where can I find the CSD fanfick?
Oh! I suppose in my reblog i didn’t provide the link.
I must warn you though the fanfic, unfinished, is definitely not for the faint of heart. There is lots of blood and gore and there will be far more sensitive topics later on. Read the tags and then read at your own peril.
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leahsgf · 1 year ago
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Looove Lucy taking care of reader.
Could I have more? Maybe Lucy is the worried older sister who makes sure reader doesn't get separated from the group when they go out, or that she ends up spending her money on too many sweets. Thanks <3
REINS - lucy bronze
lucy bronze x sister!reader
pure fluff about lucy being an overprotective older sister to you
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her role as your big sister was one that lucy arguably took the most pride in out of all of her duties in her life - and that had always been the case, even back in the days when she was a teenager, and would often forgo going out with her friends in order to play and spend time with you.
even when it meant clinging onto the reins that were attached to your backpack to prevent you from running off for dear life in worry as you toddled around giggling - finding it hilarious.
the pair of you had always been inseparable, and all you had ever wanted to be was like her, having decided the instant you were able to grasp the concept of her job - that you were going to be a footballer too.
so that’s exactly what you did, and lucy’s protectiveness over you only increased as you did so, especially when you received your first call up to the lionesses alongside her.
you were more than a decade younger than her, freshly faced and new to every part of what you were experiencing - being the youngest on the squad by a considerable amount, meaning that lucy worried about you constantly, even more than usual, and watched over you like a hawk.
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a team day out exploring the city in a country you’d never been to before had the older girl as pale as a sheet just thinking about all of the different possibilities.
“stay with me - or one of the girls at all time, okay? please be careful. if anyone, and i mean anyone tries anything or makes you uncomfortable in any way you need to tell me immediately. this is a new place to us all so just be extra war-” you cut off her rambling before she talked herself to death, playfully rolling your eyes, insides secretly warming at how much she cared for you.
“luce, it’s okay. i know. i won’t wander off. i’m a big girl”
“okay.” she breathes, giving up on the remainder of her speech, instead settling for “i just remember you being so tiny you could fit in one of my hands like it was yesterday, and i just want you to be safe.”
“i promise. i’ll be fine.” you linked pinkies with her, knowing you’d be glued to her side regardless.
“don’t make me get the reins back out. i remember how much of a menace you were, running off all over the place!”
she pointed at you warningly, and if it weren’t for the stern expression across her features you would’ve laughed.
“that was when i was three!”
“i’m just saying! the threat remains!”
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no matter how old you got, or how far you progressed in your career, lucy still would refuse to let you pay for anything, slipping you money with a wink and a finger held to her lips, like you were six again and giggling behind your parents back.
“you’re my baby sister, don’t be silly. absolutely not.” she would insist, playfully slapping your hand away as you reached for your purse, sticking a pile of notes or in its place.
“make sure you don’t spend it all at once, kay? i expect to see some change when you come out!” she called after you as you were pulled into the sweet shop by ella and alessia, who’s playful grins told lucy that she’d be very unlikely to see you return with any money to spare.
not that it mattered in the slightest really, she just loved teasing you and treasured looking after you, not quite ready to give it up, it being one of her favourite parts of her life, even when you were nearing being an adult yourself.
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tried to fit in everything that you requested! thank you for it i enjoyed writing it - and happy new year!
not proof read so i apologise if there’s any mistakes
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dreamerinthemoonlight · 5 months ago
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Sleepless Nights HCs (Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo)
In which, both they and the reader have insomnia.
CW: Angst, mentions of death, fluff in Albedo's,
 Diluc and Kaeya get some time to cope and process Master Crepus’s death since hoyoverse won’t give it to us
GN! reader (Kaeya, Albedo, Xiao) Fem!Reader (Diluc) 
Ask box is OPEN for requests and chatter
Kaeya
Kaeya doesn’t often suffer from sleepless nights
Or so you thought
It took months, if not years for you to realize that part of Kaeya’s drinking habit was a way to ensure sleep
But insomnia isn’t something he could hide forever, not when his partner suffers from the same damn thing
One night the Angel Share was closed and he couldn’t find any back up alcohol, so he was up. He couldn't quiet the guilt, to questioning. Unfortunately-- or fortunately-- for him, you were up too, stressing over work or something. 
You walked out of your office or room in your shared home to find Kaeya on the couch, his face in his hands. If you weren’t fully aware of the ice underneath that charm, you would have thought he was crying.
You solution to this is to make two cups of hot chocolate--your go-to solution on nights like these-- and sit next to him. When you put his in his hand, he takes it without even looking at you.
“Kae, love, what’s wrong?”
“Can’t sleep.”
“But why?”
It takes some pushing, but Kaeya opens up fully. On nights like these where he just doesn’t have the energy to hide.
He tells you about being dumped in Mondstadt, about being raised by Crepus, and about Crepus’s death. By the time he tells you about his fight with Diluc, your man of ice is crying.
You pull him into your arms, whispering sweet nothings, telling him that he’s not alone any more, the works.
When he’s cried out you brush the hair out of his face.
“I’m here for you, Kae. Lean on me, ‘kay?”
He makes a promise to lean on you, though you figure it will take a while for the concept of being supported to sink in.
After that Diluc starts noticing a drop in Kaeya’s patronage.
Why? Insomnia, and eventually sleep, is far more pleasant when it’s shared.
Diluc
Speaking of our favorite vigilante, he’s no better at sleeping than Kaeya is
Adelinde is always worried about it
His usual solution is kicking bad-guy butt, lol.
But once you get together, he’s quick to notice that you’re always awake when he comes home at night
So, being the caring s/o he is, he seeks you out
“Y/n?”
The night he seeks you out is a quiet one, save for the rain on the tiles of the roof.
You look up from your work, or a book, whichever you feel like doing that night.
“Diluc? You’re home early.”
Diluc shrugs and strips out of his coat. The bare skin of his arms are covered in rivulets of rain water.
Adelinde is quick to bring him a towel, but otherwise, leaves the two of you be.
“It’s too wet to be working. Why are you still up?”
“I can’t sleep.”
When he’s dry, Diluc sits next to you. “Why? Is your bed not comfortable?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s the softest I’ve ever slept on. It’s just...”
“Just?”
You sigh and look away. “I get a bit lonely. I know what you do is important, but I miss you at night. I like being able to say good night and give you a good night kiss, knowing that you’re safe at home.”
Diluc flushes, running a hand over his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt that way.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Of course, some nights, like tonight, I just can’t stop thinking. Work is busy, busier than I’d like and it’s hard to wind down.”
“I can help with that. Come with me.”
Diluc takes your hand and pulls you into the kitchen.
You watch as he starts some tea.
“Dad used to do this for me and Kaeya before he died. I’ve never been able to do it the same way.”
You get up and wrap your arms around Diluc. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
 “Reminding you.”
Diluc’s smile is small and heartbreakingly sad. “I like remembering him like this, y/n. Alive and happy. And he’d probably haunt me if I let grief prevent me from taking care of my lady love.”
Soon it becomes a routine, he gets home and you have tea together, talking about your days and calming down and then going to bed. After the first night, he takes to sleeping in your bed. Well, until you decide that his bed is bigger and much more comfortable. 
Albedo
Sleepless nights with Albedo are angst free
Rather, they are a product of two curious, very active minds
They’re all about the “what ifs” and sharing ideas that don’t seem to emerge during daylight hours
Story telling is also a very common past time
Basically, you guys do this to yourselves and don’t have the decency to be ashamed about it
“What do you think it feels like to live among the stars.”
You and Albedo are sitting on the rocks just outside his cave, gazing at the stars.
Albedo tilts his head in consideration. “I don’t know. Probably cold.”
“Cold?”
“Mhmm. And lonely.”
You turn to look at the blond. “Why do you say that?”
“They’re very far away.”
“That doesn’t mean they’re cold. I mean, I’ve heard that they’re like the sun, right?”
“They’re not close enough together to make the night sky very hot.”
“True. And lonely?”
Albedo meets your eyes and smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course. How could I not be lonely without you by my side.”
You choke on your breath, aware pf the heat creeping up your next. “’’Bedo! Warn me before you say stuff like that.”
Albedo just laughs, the sound bouncing off the frozen cliffs of Dragonspine. “It’s true, y/n. I very much enjoy your company. I wouldn’t want to visit the stars without you.”
“I--I’ll keep that in mind.”
The rest of the night, as short as it is, is quiet, uncomfortably so.
It doesn’t take long before you’re returning inside, swearing that tonight is not a good night to be staying up late.
Xiao
So it’s canon, Xiao doesn’t sleep
But that means that when you start having insomnia he has no idea what to do about it
At first he is terrified that is Karma is negatively affecting you, which you insist is not the case. 
So he, very discreetly, visits Zhongli. Zhongli is very helpful, having watched humans for as long as he has, and comes up with a number of ideas. They run the gamut from tea to massages (Xiao blushed a bit when Zhongli mentioned that one) to simply cuddling
After some thought, Xiao choses the last option to try first.
It’s a night like many others, when he approaches you with his ideas. It’s not particularly cloudy, nor is it particularly quiet. If anything, the insects around your camp are making it doubly difficult to sleep. 
But despite that chorus of insects, the night is still bitterly lonely. It chills you in a way no snowstorm ever has. But you can’t bring yourself to call the name that would ease that chill.
The Yaksha always seems so distant, even after months of dating. Distant, aloof, intimidating, all things that you love, even though they’re the source of so much irritation. And he’s not nearly so bad now. But still, he’s hard to call on.
You flop back on your back, turning your gaze to the sky, only to meet a familiar pair of gold eyes.
“Xiao. Why are you here?”
“Why are you awake?” he counters, settling himself on the ground next to you.
“Dunno. Can’t sleep. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Do you not trust me?”
You sit up, waving your hands in denial. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just didn’t want to be a bother.”
“That’s not quiet fair, y/n.”
“Fair?”
“You insist on being there for me, but won’t call me when you need me.”
“Sorry,” you mumble.
“I went to see Mo--Zhongli today.”
Xiao changes the subject, not quiet knowing how to react to your apology.
“Oh? How is he?”
“He seems good. He was happy to talk to me. He gave me some advice.”
You turn to face your lover properly. “On what?” 
“Helping you sleep. You’re up like this a lot. I’m worried.”
You kick yourself mentally. Xiao is well known for not understanding humans, but he’s never been anything but observant and attentive. Hiding your sleep troubles from him is impossible.
“Oh. I don’t think there’s anything wrong. It happens to humans sometimes. What did Zhongli suggest?”
“This.”
Without offering any explanation, Xiao pulls your shoulders down so that your head is laying on his lap. His hands are unbelievably gentle as they twine into you hair, rubbing small circles in your scalp.
The tension drains from your shoulders and any awkwardness over the position fades. For the first time in days, you aren’t lonely.
You’re eyes water at the thought.
“Y/n? Am I doing something wrong.”
“No. Not at all. It feels really, really good. I guess I just missed you.”
“Missed me.”
“It’s not that weird, Xiao. People miss the people they love. I wish I could be around you more.”
Xiao takes a moment to process your words. “We have our own jobs, but at night, I could come to you?”
You turn your head so that you can see his face. “You’d do that for me?”
“I was reminded in no uncertain terms that spending time together is something couples do.”
“If you want to, I’d love to have you here at night. Do you want to?”
“Mhmm. I spend a little too much time thinking about you during the day. It’s distracting.”
A great warmth replaces the chill in your bones. “The words you want are ‘I miss you’ my silly Yaksha.”
You shift the two of you around so that you’re both curled up on you bed roll.
“Thank you, Xiao.”
“Tomorrow night I’ll bring the tea Zhongli gave me.”
Sounds good. Good night, silly Yaksha.”
“Good night, strange human.”
Xiao might be distant, aloof, and intimidating, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he loves you no less than you love him.
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rinstaro · 2 years ago
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OMGOMGOGMI HIIII
I MISSE DYOU SMMMM
I’m so happy ur back and and I js wanted to let u kno ur so strong bestie! <3333
now, I have but a wee thought I would like to share. An offering, if you will.
late night sleepy cuddles with sky (or really any of the boys tbh) and they sneak their hand into them Panties and start mindlessly making you cream but you can’t do anything about it because they have you in a death grip and your writhing and your legs are shaking and omg- and they just did it cause they felt like it. they were just like “omg ur literally so cute now cum you whore”
anyways that’s what’s been happening in my crusty little rat brain lately
k bye! <333
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oh. you missed me? oh that makes me so happy !!!!!!!
i like this offering!!!! imma do sky and just a short twilight for this <33 thank you star
cw: overstim, mean boys, twilight is sweet but he’s really not, sky has a wet dream, fingering, coochie eating, consensual somnophilia, reader has a vagina no pronouns!
minors do not interact.
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sky
sky awoke from his nap with a throbbing pain. said pain coming from his dick being so hard. he knows it’s bound to happen as a guy, but his problem is that you’re right next to him. still sleeping.
sky had dreamt of you. he dreamt that your soft, sweet body was shaking, writhing in pleasure while you called his name. he was startled when he awoke to find out that your sweet cunt was indeed not wrapped around him like a vice. he slowly sat up, gazing at your form. you looked perfect to him.
he pulled you closer to him, pressing his hard cock against your ass. he couldn't help but squeeze the soft flesh. he adored that you slept in panties, or sometimes nothing at all. he groaned at the pressure as he hid his face in your neck. one hand stayed wrapped around your waist while the other slipped into your panties.
he loved the feeling of your folds between his fingers. he sighs shakily, rubbing slow circles on your clit. you stirred only slightly, letting out sleepy little groans. sky really couldn't help himself. he began to grind into you, his dick straining against his shorts. he hissed, slightly speeding up his pace on your clit.
you began to twitch, soft whimpers leaving your lips. sky imagined how you'd whimper when he was drilling his cock into you. he let out a needy groan. he felt you grow wetter and wetter under his fingers. slowly, he slipped two fingers into your cunt, his breath hitching at just how tight you were. you stirred even more, your legs beginning to clench around his arm. okay, he's had enough. he lifts your leg, giving him as much access as he needs. he wasn't a selfish man, though. he'd let you cum before fucking your cunt.
the sudden movement jolted you awake, your eyes fluttering open. "b... baby?" your sleepy voice sends him over the edge. sky began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them harshly.
you clutched the sheets, body overwhelmed with such a sudden jolt of pleasure. your cunt only grew wetter as he fucked you with his fingers. "b-babe! hahh, wait-"
"come on, pretty, don't you wanna cum for me? feels good, yeah? slutty cunt's dripping."
you can only respond with a weak moan, your leg twitching in his hold. your body began to shake, your orgasm hitting you so viciously. you try to pull your leg away, but his grip only tightens. "b-babe, c-cumming! s-slow down!"
your cries fall on deaf ears, sky continuing to grind against your ass. he grunts lowly, only speeding up the pace of his hand. you squeal, hips wriggling away from his.
"pretty, so pretty, n-need you to cum some more. come on, slut, we just started. give me more."
twilight
he’s just now slipping into bed after a long days work. you blink slowly, still a little groggy but happy that he was home. his hands grasped your hips tightly. “l…link?”
as soon as his name left your lips, you were flipped over on your back and pulled closer by your thighs. “hey, darlin’. gonna cum like a whore for me, ‘kay?” your husband kissed wildly all over your neck and chest, not even giving you a chance to breathe. you writhe and moan, the sudden pleasure wracking your poor body.
“l-link! a-ahh, slow—“ you kept getting cut off by your own moans as he kissed your chest, making sure to give your hardened nipples plenty of attention. he kissed all the way down your stomach, making you jolt. then, your sleep shorts were off in an instant.
like the animal he was, he pressed his nose to your mound and inhaled. you gasped out of shock, body jerking in his hold. he does nothing but growl and pull you closer, diving in to taste your sweet cunt. he’d been dreaming about you all day. work should have never dragged on for so long. he was craving a taste of you so badly he could go mad.
your back arched and you grabbed at his hair, pulling his strands. he slurps and sucks at your wet cunt, never stopping for a moment to breathe. you could only let out weak moans at the feeling, your body being fully awake now. you jolted and squirmed from your sensitivity, but he had no plans on letting you go.
he could feel your orgasm before you can. it hits you so quickly you can barely think. “f-fuck! link!”
this does nothing to stop him. he keeps lapping at your poor cunt, desperate to have all of your cream down his throat. you push at his head, clamping your legs around his ears.
“fuckfuckfuckfuck link! e-enough!”
he pulls away from your cunt only to growl. “quiet. let me finish.” he dives right back in, showing no mercy for your sorry cunt.
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wangxianficrecs · 18 hours ago
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Rewind 2024 - Part IV
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WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2024
The final part of our favourite stories published in 2024. Thank you everyone for your support this year and most of all, thank you to all the dedicated fanfic authors this fandom has - you're really the heart of it all.
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Thief's kiss
by danegen (@danegen)
E, 6k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: "This time, I’ll run, and you can chase me.” Lan Zhan’s eyelashes flutter in delicate, adorable confusion. “When I catch you . . .” “If you catch me.” Wei Wuxian wags a finger at him. “If you catch me, you can do whatever you want.” That makes . . . something happen on Lan Zhan’s face. Something that makes Wei Wuxian shiver. Wei Wuxian accidentally tells Lan Wangji about their strange game of chase that night at the inn. His solution to this predicament? Obviously, they need to play again!
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cookin' up a storm, piece of cake
by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)
G, 9k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: yiling_patriarch: first time making a cake with alcohol! it’s still in the oven but it smells great so far ↳ Gusu Lan Kitchen: There is no alcohol listed in the ingredients for this recipe. yiling_patriarch: i didn’t have any oranges or orange juice so i replaced those with a can of orange sparkling margarita! tasted super weird [★★☆☆☆] ↳ Gusu Lan Kitchen: Are you being deliberately obtuse? OR: life is tough for baker!lwj when online troll!wwx won't stop commenting on his recipe blog
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In the end
by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)
T, 4k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: Wei Ying does not die. He falls. But he has fallen before. Death devours him. But the dead have devoured him before. He falls and he breaks and still he lives. Or something like it, at least. (An AU where WWX does not die. Well, mostly.)
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Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real
by KatAnni (@kat-anni)
M, 36k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Part of MDZS Big Bang 2024
Summary: "Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive." Lan Wangji goes on a side mission night hunt with Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot Campaign, and finds out just how true that statement is. Inquiry rings through the room, and Wei Wuxian answers. This of course, has consequences. For the MDZS Big Bang 2024, Collab with @sweetlittlevampire
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Devil Flute Upon Graves, Wei Ying
by cloudyrobinwrites (jwyoomi) (@chirpycloudyrobin)
M, WIP, Series, 53k, Wangxian & Hualian | Kay's Rec
Summary: Wei Wuxian received the news of his first death a little bit too late.
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🔒 baby fever
by Mamoonde (@mamoonde)
T, WIP, 4k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: Lan Zhan wakes to a pounding on his door in the middle of the night. For a moment, he assumes Wei Ying must’ve come over after all. Instead, it is Jiang Cheng, soaked and covered in mud, and holding a child— A child who looks up sheepishly, with the same light grey eyes as Wei Ying. “I told him we didn’t need to bother you, but he insisted you would want to help.” Jiang Cheng says. or: yet another wwx age regression fic. but modern cultivation au.
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had a marvelous time ruining everything
by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)
G, 8k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: “Great news, though—well, actually, it may depend how you define ‘great.’” Wei Wuxian folds himself into a cross-legged position and makes a sweeping gesture with one arm toward the closet, from which Lan Wangji can now hear a strange rattling noise. “While you were gone I managed to catch another one!” “Another . . . cat?” Lan Wangji pulls the closet door open wider and stares at the cage he finds there, inside of which a small black cat is clinging to the ceiling bars with all the desperation of a cornered wild animal. “That’s Volcano!” Wei Wuxian says by way of explanation. “She’s a little spicy.” OR: 5 times wangxian's feral kittens get in the way of lan wangji proposing + 1 time they help
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🔒 sweet decadence
by breaththrou
M, WIP, 27k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: Lan Xichen breathed in sharply, a crazed laugh escaping him. He lifted his gaze to meet his eyes, a look of despair etched onto the hard lines of his face. "My brother... my brother has always been our mother's child. For that, he could not live. He is gone. I could not find him, and I could not have brought him home. I can only hope now that Wangji is at rest," he said quietly, the wind whipping the greying locks of his hair around his face. Wei Wuxian stared at him, horrified. Lan Xichen looked away as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. "I have only ever wished happiness for my brother, but I fear I have instead brought him death."
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Catharsis
by Starfell123
T, 9k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: “Look, I know I’m probably foolish. I know that the chances of this not being a business-meeting are slim to none, but I need to know for sure. If Uncle Jiang wants to apologize, I’ll give him a chance to do so. If not, I want to tell him where to stick it in person.” Thirteen years after being thrown out by the Jiangs, Jiang Fengmian contacts Wei Wuxian and asks to meet. Wei Wuxian goes in the hopes of reconciling with his adopted family, but the circumstances he finds himself in wont allow that to happen. What will he do when his former guardian tries to arrange a marriage for him that will benefit the Jiang-sect?
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To Love the God of Death
by Amber_Horizon
E, WIP, 27k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: Jin Guangyao, God of the Sky, sees Mo Xuanyu's interest as an opportunity to gain control. Just before Mo Xuanyu is to be appointed the new God of the Underworld, he performs a self sacrificing ritual to escape his fate. Wei Wuxian returns from the dead after 13 years. He wakes in a new body, surrounded by evil talismans, and perhaps worst of all, face-to-face with Lan Xichen, God of the Sea.
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Tides
by Anonymous
G, 1k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: When their routine is interrupted, Wei Ying gets himself and Lan Zhan ready for bed.
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咏红尘 | an ode to red dust
by auberjing (@wrecklwj)
E, 39k, Wangxian | Mojo's Rec to be posted soon!
Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2024
Summary: A-Fu apologises for intruding. Shall I bring you a woman?” Lan Wangji recoils. The question lands like a physical blow: violent, distasteful, and absurd. “No.” “Then,” A-Fu murmurs. “If you wish, I could… relieve you. As a servant, it is my duty.” Or: Crown prince Lan Wangji is taken hostage by Wen Ruohan, who has taken the throne after deposing the incumbent emperor. While imprisoned, Lan Wangji is assigned a handsome eunuch servant named A-Fu. Outwardly, A-Fu is mild and attentive, but his whispered hints at rebellion appear to be the start of something momentous and revelatory…
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redemption, repentance
by stiltonbasket (@stiltonbasket)
G, 3k, Xuanli | Kay's Rec
Summary: Five months after the Sunshot Campaign, Jin Zixuan travels to Lotus Pier to ask for Jiang Yanli's hand in marriage.
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Watch me ignite it
by tawaen
T, 10k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: The news spreads quickly across the cultivation world – Wen Ruohan is dead and his murderer declared himself the new leader of the Qishan Wen sect. Wei Wuxian is described as a demon, as a brutal warlord, as a threat to the very existence of the cultivation world. He is also, unfortunately, the most attractive person Lan Wangji has ever met.
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🔒 counting the hours back to you
by ribena
E, 17k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec
Summary: It has been three months, two days, eleven hours, thirteen minutes, and fifteen seconds since Wei Ying broke up with him, which is why he is the last person Lan Zhan expects to be knocking on his door at one in the morning. “Wei Ying,” he says, the name already strange and unfamiliar on his tongue, “what are you doing here?” “The trains are cancelled,” Wei Ying says miserably, and then looks up at Lan Zhan properly for the first time, if only for a split second. There’s nothing but utter defeat in his eyes. He wouldn’t be here, of course, unless all other avenues of rescue have been exhausted, because it has been three months, two days, eleven – “I have to get home. It’s my sister’s wedding.”
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A Dragon's Tail
by IamTheLemonLord (@iamthelemonlord)
E, 36k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec to be posted soon!
Part of TopXian RBB
Summary: While visiting the Cloud Recesses for the first time, Wei Wuxian's tail intertwines with Lan Wangji's, a boy who wants nothing to do with him. Now engaged, the two have until they reach adulthood to get to know each other and decide if a future together is something they want. Things would be easier if horny voices in their head would stop yelling at them at inappropriate times.
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Practical Considerations
by teawater & the_anthropologist
E, 96k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec to be posted soon!
Summary: After the Sunshot Campaign Wei Wuxian is fooling around in Lotus Pier, and Jiang Cheng decides that he'd be more useful to the sect if he was to enter a diplomatic marriage. Especially since Lan Wangji seems so keen on dragging him away to Gusu. Only Wei Wuxian doesn't expect any good to come from it...
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Where No Flesh Decks The Bone
by deliciousblizzardshark (@deliciousblizzardshark)
E, 20k, Wangxian | Mojo's Rec
Summary: When Wei Ying falls into the Burial Mounds, he’s rescued not by the Yin Iron, but by a strange, twisted creature who heals his body and slips into his mind. Now ridden by Lan Zhan, a bodiless creature ignorant of human customs and brimming with the desire for revenge against the cultivators who threw his mother into the Burial Mounds, Wei Ying has the power to take down the Wen sect for good– if he and the creature can learn to work together. (Or the Venom-inspired canon-divergence Untamed fic no one asked for.)
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Push It
by phonciblepbone
E, 7k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec to be posted soon!
Summary: "Wei Ying. Good morning. I assumed you had the same sex education as I had, and thus did not need to be informed of the existence of the prostate." "Not the existence, Lan Zhan, of course I knew they existed! I mean that it's…" Wei Ying trails off, looking at Lan Zhan imploringly. "Like that."
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Comfortable in your skin
by Dooiney_Oie (@lexicals)
T, 17k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec to be posted soon!
Summary: "Lan Zhan?" he stuttered, his own voice too deep, looking into a face that should be his and which was now flushed pink with anger. "What did you do?" was the answering reply. Despite the sheer fury being directed his way, Wei Wuxian started to laugh. "Me?" he asked, feeling a touch hysterical, not least because he was being scolded by himself, "You were the one who broke it!" - That nightmare scenario where you end up stuck in the body of the one guy who hates(?) you.
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💙 I'll Take Such Great Care of You
by CheekyBrunette
G, 49k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec to be posted soon!
Summary: Sizhui has grown up with a single father. Now, he learns what it is like to have a mom.
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mtsyik · 20 days ago
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Chapter 2: My little brother
Chapter one!
Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader
Hello! I'm really glad that so many people liked the first chapter, so I will continue with the story. Please remember that English is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes that I make! Reblogging is permitted! I also want to specify that while I try to keep the depiction of the reader minimal, it is bound to happen at some point. Have a good read!!
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Satoru Gojo. The man who has already made quite a name for himself and is not even in his 3d year of college yet. The 'fuckboy' of campus, as they like to call him. (He would rather be called the charmer, but it's not as catchy, is it?). The man, the myth, the legend. The engineering student who also plays basketball in his free time. The dreamy boy who has everyone convinced they either want to be with him or be him.
But he wasn't always like this. He used to be a sweet 12 year old boy, barely having begun puberty. With braces and a crooked smile, big bright eyes staring right up at you.
You, who at the time was just an angry 15 year old girl. Always yelling while on the phone with your father, always bickering with your mother. You, who always picked Satoru up from practice with your dad's car (even though you didn't even have a lisence). You, who made Satoru promise he won't tell, buying him ice cream every day to make sure he wasn't going to tattle on you.
And Satoru Gojo, who was never going to tattle on you to begin with. Why would he? The chances of you being able to keep your babysitting job if he were to tattle on you were slim, and that's the last thing he wanted. Being away from you, the love of his life.
Okay, maybe the 'love of his life' is a bit dramatic, but hey, everything is a bit dramatic when you're twelve and you have a crush on a pretty teenage girl. And that summer was just that for Gojo, dramatic. With him picking up flowers to give you every day from the field across from the basketball one, and you, smiling from ear to ear because in your mind Gojo was just a kid. A kid with a silly puppy-like crush on you, and it made your heart melt.
So imagine your surprise when Gojo sees your (shitty#1) boyfriend coming to his house, (to make sure you weren't cheating on him); leaving you no time to realize what's going on before Satoru is at the door, yelling at him to get lost and slamming the door on his face before telling him that if he bothers you again, he'll call the cops.
But 12 isn't the only age where you are stupid and immature and have dumb crushes where you think you are going to marry each other. Because Kai (shitty#1) absolutely refused to leave, which caused the cops to be called, and for you to be kicked out of the Gojo house in shame, for putting their little boy in danger.
And with your head hung low Satoru remembers how you hugged him and told him it wasn't his fault, how you wiped the tears from his eyes, and how you smiled. The smile you had on when you whispered...
"Hope you still wanna marry me pretty boy"
And he also remembers how his cheeks flushed when you gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving forever, out of his house, and out of his life. He remembers everything about you.
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So when he sees the love of his life, leaning against some railing at a dumb frat party (while being shit-faced), he pushes everyone out the way to come crashing into you.
Well, literally. Because when you are that drunk, and that heavy, and you fall on a (pretty but still pretty frail) girl, gravity is bound to win.
The next thing Satoru remembers is Geto trying to put his hands on you, touch you, comfort you. And maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the years of distance that had been put between you too, maybe it's how little your pretty little dress is covering, but he wasn't having it.
"NOOOOO Geeeeto she is mine!"
"What the fuck!"
And then he wraps his big muscly arms around you. And he notices you're a little cold, so his grip tightens to warm you up. The memory of you under 3 blankets in his house makes an appearance in his brain, and how you had smiled and said that you get cold easily. He mentally cusses the cold and how it makes you shiver.
Around him people are yelling, and he is so enarmored by the fact that he has found you, and how you still smell like honey and vanilla even after all these years, that he doesn't even care about the fact that you are pushing him away. Or Geto yelling, or the laundry Choso and Yuji had to do.
In fact he is so relaxed, that he allows himself one peaceful moment of sleep, with you in his arms. And so, he passes out on the ground before you. A goofy smile on hia face as he had finally, after years of only remembering you, found you.
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The next morning Satoru's head is ringing like fucking hell, and he gulps down the two ibuprofen that Geto had left next to his nightstand. He makes his way to the kitchen (after brushing his teeth) and glances at the clock. 10:15
Shit he had class at 12.
He takes in his surroundings and notices Yuji on the couch and Choso on the floor. His eyebrows furrow as if he's trying to remember something, but the ringing in his head makes him groan and bang his head on the table.
The door opens revealing Geto. He seems to carry various supermarket bags.
"Morning princess. Had a fun night?"
Geto laughs at the middle finger that was given to him and sets some things on the counter. Out of curiosity Satoru peaks at the goods, only to give a stink eye at Geto for only getting toast.
"I am truly sorry your majesty but your usual chaviar is going to have to wait, given the vomit that emitted from you just hours ago"
"Why are you talking like you're my royal bitch?"
"Why can't you control your alcohol tolerance?"
"Gee how long has it been since you last hooked up, grandpa?"
"Fucked your mom lastttt week I think. You're right, I should give her a call"
"Don't talk about my mom like that, man!'
"Isn't that how you talk about every female on the planet, douchebag? Well, apparently we did find the exception last night..."
"I do not- wait what did you say?" Words a little bit slurred and half opened eyes widening, Gojo seems to remember something from last night. Hugging a very pretty girl with a skin tight black dress- and woww his head hurts, maybe Geto is right about the drinking.
"You really don't remember, do you? You know what, you're just gonna have to wait"
"the fuck..."
"ughhhh do you guys have to yell? There are others in this world you know..." Choso makes his way to the kitchen, and slumbs down on a chair. His hair is all over the place and he lays against the chill counter.
"How did laundry go, pretty boy?"
"Like fucking shit I do not know what that kid does to his socks but-"
Not at all interested in the conversation that starts to unravel before him about the dos and dont's of laundry, Satoru reaches for his phone. Only for it to be snatched away by Geto.
"um hello? Personal property?"
"You should not be staring at half naked models at 10:30 after a hungover. You should go shower, and become a person once again so we can go to class without you humiliating me."
Satoru scoffs "Since when do I humiliate you? You are the one who spat your coca cola on the teachers face first semester"
Choso stops laughing at the look Geto gives him.
"Go, shower."
"Fine, mom! I will. " He slides off the chair and groggily makes his way to the shower. The first few droplets of the cold water against his skin make Satoru feel alive, and he starts to think about the projects he has due. Fuckk maybe he should stop droping by the frat parties (for now) so he can catch up. His eyebrows furrow as he goes over the conversation he had with Geto just now.
"You're just gonna have to wait"
What the fuck has he planned?
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You finish your lip combo and stare at yourself in the mirror while smacking your lips a couple of times. Not bad, not bad. You check the clock at the time. 10:40am. After a somewhat restless night of sleep from the excitement, you got up earlier than usual to prepare for the adventurous day ahead.
Yuna finally gets out of the shower and almost trips over her shoes in her hurry to get dressed. She yells out a bunch of cuss words at the impact of her toe on her dresser and moans from the pain.
"I told you to get up earlier.." You retouch your lipstick just a tad and smile at the glare you're receiving.
"Why do we even have a class at 12? I thought all our classes were at noon. "
"I told you, this semester they have been moved up a couple of hours so we can complete the assignments that we are given. You know, had I made the schedule, it would be even earlier. Making sure all of our assignments are perfect before they are delivered leaves a lot less room for potential mistakes- aw fuck Yuna! What the fuck!"
"This was your idea?! All of Christmas break I have been cursing the fuck whose idea was that our classes be moved even earlier! And it has been you this entire time!!"
She throws another one of her shoes at your head, but you swiftly dodge the flying heel. Yuna starts to cuss at you for being a goody-two-shoes when it came to assigments. To be honest she did have a point. All your life you have been taught that you need to be excellent in school, in after-school activities, in before school activities (showering was bordeline a sport in your house). Pretty much anything, in your entire life, that could potentially be graded by someone. Which led to you being a perfectionist at it's finest. But being perfect is pretty much the only way you can be taken seriously in your family, given the career you have chosen to follow. In a family of lawyers, doctors and accountants, "drawing for money" isn't really considered the epitome of education.
"My god, are you even listening? You have GOT to stop drinking three double espresso's every morning. Next thing you know you'll end up like my uncle Al."
"Isn't he the one with the Puerto Rican wife? If so I would gladly end up like him"
"God you are such a whore for big boobs"
With Yuna finally tying her shoes you both head out the door. Car keys in hand, you take in the scenery around you. The weather doesn't show any signs of warming up, even though it's closing in on February. Christmas decorations are still being taken down by people who were too bored to do so when it was time to. You notice, while Yuna is blasting on the radio whatever new rock band she is into lately, the new decorations that are been put in place. Hearts.
You sigh and your bestfriend continues to rock her head back and forth at the rock music. Another year without a valentine. Another year filled with couples and teenagers in love, anpther year of witnessing people making love everywhere you go (you guess this is college, so if they don't make public their relationship by screaming each others names out in the school bathroom, how?). The mental thought makes you regret your surrow. Maybe it is better that you are alone.
Before you even have the opportunity to get out of your car, Maki appears out of thin air banging on the window.
"You fucking idiots! We are going to be late to class!"
Maki, who has been your friend since the beginning of college and has stood by your side through thick and through thin in the last 2 years of knowing her. As soon as she finished high school she had left her home, leaving her alone to fend for herself against the cruel world. She eventually, after some gruelling years, had managed to go to college, where she met you and Yuna.
"Well why didn't you go without us? Need Y/n to hold your hand while I push you forward? *gasp* Hey! isn't that girl Nobara in engineering? The one you made out in- MY FUCKING GOD"
Maki seems to have run out of patience at Yuna's blabbering, because she stuck her hands in through the window and grabbed her in headlock to drag her out the car. Literally. With her feet draging the rest of her body away, you turn off the engine and lock the car. Grabbing your purse, your heels hit the pavement with every step you take. You sigh as you try to contain your composure, but your two idiotic friends start wrestling on the ground before your eyes.
"Maki you are a 25 year old woman! Act like one! And you, stop pretending you don't drool over that business major that hangs out with Nobara. And both of you get the fuck off the fucking floor before I come over there!"
With your finger still pointing at them, your voice a little raw from the yelling, (and some heads turned to where you stand) you watch in anger as both of your friends scramble to get on their feet. All three of you make your way inside (quietly, might I add) and to the classroom.
Your heart skips a bit at the sign, and you take a big breath before you enter. From the corner of your eye you can see Maki wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, and Yuna fixing her skin tight shirt and fluffing her hair out. You push the door open with a racing heart and the image of the most breathtaking blue eyes you have ever seen make an appearance in your mind. You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you enter.
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"Whyyy why whyyy whyy why why why whyyyyyy"
"shut the fuck up, I am trying to listen"
"hey have you guys seen the new picture megan the stallion posted? ohh my little bro is going to loooove this!"
Huffing and puffing Satoru turns his head to glance at the teacher, who is going over for the nth time over the assignment that they have to do for this semester. Apparently it is the most exciting one, because it is going to involve the partnership between the architecture department and the engineering one. He then goes on and on about how important it is to gain a good foundation of trust between the designer and the builder of a building, how there are multiple steps it the proccess of accepting and understanding one another and blah blah blah. With a sigh Satoru let's his head fall on his hands as he stares at Geto and how he notes everything the teacher is telling them word by word.
He closes his eyes in annoyance when he catches from the corner of his eye a group of girls giggling and pointing at him. He frowns because it is the first (and only) time he has seen these girls, and he glances back at the teacher to try to figure out why would they put themselves in this classroom, when he himself doesn't even want to be here. A lightbulb goes off on his head when one of them has her phone number written out on the notes app on her phone, showing it to him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.
Aaaaahhhhh so he was the spectacle.
Well he might as well have some fun with this, no? He leans back against his chair and grabs his water bottle from his bag. With his head leaning back, he takes a few generous gulps before setting it back down. Making sure a couple of droplets fall to his white shirt, making it see through. And then proceeds to spit it out.
Because when the door opened, you came in. You, with your black shirt that hugs your curves, you with your pretty blue jeans and your black kitten heels (yes he knows them by name). You, who smiled brightly at the teacher when he rubbed your shoulder. You who hasn't changed a bit since he last saw you. You, who looks radiant, even in dark clothing. You, who gasps upon watching him spit out all the water from his mouth. You who giggles softly as he tries to apologize and hand out napkins for the mess he caused. You who smiles lovingly upon seeing him. You,you,you,you,you...
"Well seems like the head of the assignment has made quite the impression! Uh Would mind please introducing yourself to the students, dear?"
Satoru watches with the the most glee-having just seen a ghost- expression on his face a you introduce yourself, completely enamored by you to notice the shit eating grins Geto and Choso have on their faces. After a very short introduction that you gave, you give the other two with you a chance to speak for themselves (wow he hadn't even seen that you weren't alone) , before the you start to explain some things about how to projects would go for each individual team.
The class of engineering majors were divided in groups of three, and each of them were to group up with an architect student. Together they were supossed to plan and produce a mock-up in 1:10 dimensions, showcasing nothing other the very school they are in. Of course the whole point of the project is how the students would plan the school layout for the betterment of it's everyday functuality. Because, who does it concern more than the very students of these buildings?
After what seemed like eternity through Satoru's eyes, you bow politely and leave the classroom together with the other two, (what were their names?) and he feels like he can finally breathe. He slumps back on his chair, his hand running over his face in an attempt to check whether any of this is real or not. Geto smacks him in the head.
"You idiot. Have you even checked your phone?"
"Huh? Should I?"
"Just shut up and go to your notifications"
With a furrow of his brows, he clicks on the instagram icon and then notifications. He almost drops his phone.
@architecturey/n is now following you.
"what. the."
Geto shrugs "I told you not to drink too much"
Satoru's eyes widen "This happened last night?! I don't- how did I even get this?"
Gojo turns his head suddenly at the teacher shushing him. Mumbling out a weak apology for disrupting the class, he slumps back on his chair with his hands yanking his hair that keeps falling at his eyesight. Choso rubs his arm to comfort him.
"It's okay man. In a couple of months she will forget you eeeeever puked on her'.
"I WHAT-"
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Being kicked out of class for disrupting (and annoying the teacher, mostly) Satoru Gojo does the most sane thing to do in his situation. Track you down.
Which ultimately wasn't that hard to do, considering he was haul ass running to get to where you currently were, but hey, it seems like his mother was wrong. You apparently never outgrow a crush.
Or perhaps he never outgrew you.
He spots you just outside of the building, phone in hand and lit -what the fuck- a cigarette? You smoke?
"Thought smoking was bad for you"
You turn to face him with an estatic smile on your face, and Satoru thinks that he can just melt. You look more gorgeous than ever, with your features having matured over time and your beautiful bright eyes staring up at him. He thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest. So he definitely is taken aback when you giggle and respond.
"Awwww little 'toru finally learned about smoking? You are still as adorable as ever sweetie!" You hug him tight from his torso, while he just stands there, puzzled.
"Aw you've grown a whole lot too. Bet you get aaaall the girls, am I right?"
He gives you a weak smile in response and scratches his neck, awkwardly.
"Yeah well, I-i'm glad to see you too... It's been a while huh..." he clears his throat to gain courage to ask "so listen, you uh... feel like grabbing a cup of coffee some time? You know to catch up?"
"Of course we could! I always have time for my little brother!"
Aaaand there it goes. Heart shattered in a million pieces. Broken, never to be fixed again,
Brother? Not even... a friend? Or uh, even an old buddy from back in the day? Literally, anything would be better than this! Did you really see him as your younger brother? That means that only he is off-limits in your mind. He is the limit. He feels like he could throw up.
"Oh, haha, you don't need to call me that, really..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Yes, of course we can go get a cup of coffee. In fact, I will speak with your teacher so we can be grouped up together. How does that sound?"
His face lights up. Okay,okay, maybe if you spend a lot of time together working on this project, you will start to see him differently. Okay, this could work! He could use his charm on you! After all, you are just a girl-woman. Righttttt just like any other woman that he has come across, right? Aaaany other woman that has been charmed by a single looks, or a smiple smile that he has thrown their way. If he can do that to women who don't even know his name, can you imagine what he can do to you? Yeah. This will work.
"Sounds like a plan."
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Chapter three!
Hello again! I realized that I didn't put an author's note on the first chapter, although I don't really have much to say. Thanks to all of you who showed me support in the first chapter! Definitely motivates me to keep updating, and although I know the writing is not the best, I swear I'm trying my best. I have really high hopes for this series so I hope I can live up to them 🤧🤧🤧 Anyhow I will see you all in the next chapter!
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