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seitmai · 2 months ago

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When the hell were you going to make your move? Or just tell him that you were okay? He is being patient, and you are killing him slowly. Can one die of blue balls? Can one die of being absolutely in love with these moments? Moments before he would kick a woman out, calling her a car, while he finished the night alone. And now all he can think about is cleaning you off, and lavishing you in the softest kisses until you fall asleep in his arms.

He is getting restless, but in a cute way

You choke. This has never been your forte. People just told you what you were going to do, “You can just take what you want.” “No, I can’t. And you said you would help me with that,” he watches you curiously as you try and find your words.

He finally gives her a choice even though it overwhelms her

You give a peek over to Lloyd with the biggest smile. He opted to use a baby carrier with Lyla, and she loves it. She really loves everything about it. Seeing what he sees. Facing outwards, and bopping along with him. But it’s the fact that he uses her feet as a place to keep his hands. Wiggling around her legs, while she talks up a storm. No words come out, but she doesn’t stop.

Lyla the cutest and Lloyd is the cutest with Lyla🥰

Moments like these are something you craved as a child. Wanting both your parents to spend time with you. Not buying you every toy, and making someone else raise you, but them. Taking you places. Yes, your mom was there, but she wasn’t present. She was just in the house, while Ellen raised you. But Lloyd makes an effort, and has shown you over and over again the time that he wants put in for you, but also for her.

🥹🥹🥹

“Eventually,” he looks up from her, and directly into your soul, and you forget to breathe. “There’s so much I would want to experience,” he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his body, and Lyla Bee turns to look at you sweetly saying mama over and over again. She’s so proud of being able to speak, she never stops, especially when it gets your attention.

🥰🥰🥰

“Yes,” you smile up at him. His fingers pulse on your body. He enjoys when you’re open and honest, so you want to give him that. Opening up was never something you were allowed to do because you were to be seen, not heard, not felt. “I always wanted a family because I didn’t have one. I sound so whiny because I had so much, and my parents were there. My mom would say I’m spoiled, and I should just grow up.” “You don’t sound whiny. You sound like a woman that is finally getting to realize what she wants, and realize that she can have it, and your emotions are okay,” ouch. Those words hit you right in your gut. “I think that while you were learning to care for a baby, you were healing some of your own wounds.”

They already are truly a family 🥹

“Am I close?” You lean to Lyla, giving her kisses on her cheek, but nod your head. “Are you using the baby, so you don’t have to look at me?” Inhaling slowly, you stand up straight, and stare directly at him. Keeping the most perfect eye contact, and nod your head. “Thank you for being honest. We’ll work on better communication. We’re going to need it. I can’t stay holed up with you two forever.”

They are gonna work on it together 🥺🥹

“I’m tired of people taking from me, but I have a choice with you, and I want you to take from me. I. Trust. You,” his smoky blue eyes look over your face, and you nod, “I trust you, Lloyd. You’ve given me every reason to trust you, and given me time to know that you will listen to me and my needs. And my need is for you to be in control. And it’s what I want..”

And I'm sure Lloyd will give to her anything she wants and needs 🤭

With Your Touch, Part 7

Summary: Lloyd can’t handle it anymore, and neither can you.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, thoughts of D/s relationships, pussy job, teasing, dry humping, masturbating in front of someone, mentions of toy play, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, Lloyd Hansen, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.8K

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Living with you is hard. It’s damn near impossible trying not to place you on the counter, while he ravages your body. Lyla always started the night in her room, and some nights, you would bring her into the bed with the two of you. The nights that you didn’t, and it was just you and Lloyd, you slept peacefully. But it takes everything in Lloyd not to just push himself into you.

You searched him out every night. If he wasn’t right next to you, your hand felt around for a part of his body to touch. Or your ass would scoot back until it sat snug on his crotch. Do you realize how easy it would be for him to just slide it on in? He couldn’t even explain how much he craved your body, and it wasn’t even the carnal expression of sex, it was becoming part of you!

It was feeling you from the inside out. It was getting as close to you as he possibly could. It is watching your face as he pumps himself into you. It is this sweet loving moment that will eventually be destroyed because he will need to ravish you. You deep down are such a brat needing attention, and he is willing to give you that attention, and also respond accordingly.

My god, you are perfection wrapped up in his arms. Even if you are making the sweetest sounds, and rubbing your perfectly round ass in the most perfect spot to make him weak, and harden. Oh, he can’t wait until the day that he is going to punish you for your teasing. But now he waits. And waits and waits.

He wants to worship you, and give you the world. He wants to stare at your beautiful smile. Watch you love Lyla the way you do. How does seeing you being a mother make you even sexier? See you looking all put together, pushing her pram, smiling at her, talking to her, being Lyla’s universe. Lyla tolerates Lloyd, but she looks at you like you are the very essence that she breathes. The way that her eyes light up when she looks at you. He could watch the two of you everyday, and not tire of it.

Which is why two weeks later, he’s still not gone back to work. He can admit that fucking you would be a great way to past the time. Feasting on your cunt while you writhed in pleasure. It’s how you should feel, so pleasured, so comfortable, so protected, and above all loved. The ways he wants to love you make him dizzy. He’s never done this.

He wants to give you everything. Every little thing. All of it. All of him. “Lloyd,” your lips smack, and your ass wiggles on him again. Whimpering as you talk in your sleep. Your consent while asleep isn’t enough. That would have to be established while you're conscious, but he can oblige to your neediness.

“Daddy,” goddammit. He grits his teeth. Little minx! Little brat! You liked spanking too much, and right now you fucking need it. If only you would open your damn mouth and tell him what it is you need! He is losing all self control here.

He groans, rolling over onto his back. His arm is no longer around you, and his cock throbbing at a slow rhythm. He can’t even think straight. All he can think about are the ways he wants to fuck you. Would the first time be heated and needy? Would it be long and slow, but deep thrusts? Will it be on the counter? On the floor? In the bed? Will he be able to hold off, so you can finish? You are a frustrating woman!

You sit up abruptly in the bed, and look at him over your shoulder, “Go back to sleep.”

“But you moved. You’re ready to get up,” he sees your eyes glance down to his pulsing cock before coming back to his eyes. “Lloyd.”

“Dolly,” you smirk. The most devilish smile he has ever seen you have. “What are you thinking?”

“That you look uncomfortable, and,” you hiss, looking back down at his beautiful, glorious bulge. If his bulge makes your mouth water like this, what is his cock going to do, “I should help you with that.”

“And how are you going to do that, sweetheart?” His voice is so heavy and laced with so much lust and want. Lloyd’s eyelids are at half mast, pupils blown full wide, and he looks like a predator slinking to his prey.

You choke. This has never been your forte. People just told you what you were going to do, “You can just take what you want.”

“No, I can’t. And you said you would help me with that,” he watches you curiously as you try and find your words. Choking up, and looking all shy and innocent. He saw you gulp at the sight of him. Saw how you looked famished for his cock. But your reluctance to just tell him what you need is odd to him. Maybe that’s where some of his fascination is coming from. You are shy about your wants, but you need his brand of sex.

“What if I want you to to take what you want?” He hums, those thick fingers tickle over your knees. “I do want you to.”

“If we want this to work, and you freely give yourself to me whenever I want,” eagerly you nod your head, and his chuckle is such a deep rumble in his chest that it sends slick pooling in your core. “We have to heavily discuss the parameters. You will need a safe word. You will need to talk about what you don’t like, and it is my job to watch you, and read your cues.”

“That sounds complicated.”

“Just straddle my stomach, and do us both a favor,” that mischievous grin spreads over your face, and you give his boxers a tug. Practically drooling when his cock springs free. The desire you have to trace the vein on the underside of his rod with your tongue overtakes your senses. “Dolly!” Lloyd warns, and with a roll of your eyes, you throw a leg over his stomach, settling your cunt on his cock.

“Why must you torture me? You sleep without panties, and that makes me very horny,” he barely lifts up your oversized shirt, and stares at your dripping lips framing his cock. Rolling your hips, he watches mesmerized as your slick folds move over him. It would have been so easy to slip it right in, but there’s this sweetness mixed in with the raw intense connection.

“Lloyd,” you whisper, placing your arms behind you on his thighs. His body trembles. He’s never wanted this type of connection. He never wanted to even look at their face, and now he can’t figure out what he wants to gaze at. Your face wrapped in so much lust, or your puffy folds glazing his cock. Moving over him. Undulating your hips on top of him. The face of innocent sin.

It’s the sweetest sin. You whimpering his name, controlling his body, while he fully falls so deeply in love with you. He sounds like a fool, and he is, but only for you. “Lloyd,” you croak out again. Your voice clipped as pleasure wrecks your body. “Lloyd,” you say breathlessly, and he grabs your hips, assisting your movements, and your head tilts back.

“I’m right there, sweetheart. I’m right there with you. Keep going. Right there. So close,” his voice coaches you through to reach the precipice of the cliff. Climbing higher. Higher. Higher still. Right there as tears fill your eyes. “God, you feel so good. So soft.”

He’s whispering, but his grip is rough. Demanding and needy. Pushing and pulling you over his length with a harshness that lights you up. “Lloyd!” You’re right there, right at the edge, and ready to dive down into the depths of him. One hand moves to your clit, and he gives the swollen nub a pinch, and you whine.

“Let go,” he whispers, and you jump off the cliff as an orgasm rips through your body. He keeps you moving on him. Giving you no time to come down from this high, “Look at my stomach,” glancing down at his tight stomach. He moans as he shoots his load up his abs. Chest heaving, and you scoot back. Smirking as you lean forward, and lick up every drop of his essence.

“C’mere,” his voice is too low. “I need to taste you,” you play coy. Shaking your head no. Rustling on the monitor makes you chuckle. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Lyla’s voice babbles about, and you can’t help but get the biggest smile, “Mamamamama,” almost singing as she calls for you. She hits and taps on her crib, her voice getting louder.

“I need to brush my teeth, and go get the baby,” Lloyd gives you a growl. His hand swats at your ass, you mewl out his name.

“Oh, if you like that, trust me, I have no problem with spanking this ass. And if you’re going to be such a brat, I’m sure you’ll get a lot.”

“Is that a threat,” you look at him over your shoulder as you trot to the bathroom. Lifting up that shirt, and letting your ass shine, and he rolls his eyes, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and yanks up his boxers. He stalks towards you, and you spin to meet his eyesight.

His eyes slowly go down your body, and you stare up at him like a child being scolded. He gives you a crooked smile, and his hand cups and holds your cunt. Furrowing your brows, you whimper, melting into his touch, “That’s a promise, Dolly. I will spank you, because you desperately need it. And I’ll enjoy having your cunt leak, and prepare herself for me. Now, make yourself presentable, and go get our baby.”

His movements as calculated as they were beforehand are now quick and casual, and you pout at him. “Don’t be brat right now. Lesson one, learn when that is acceptable.”

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Living out in the middle of nowhere has its perks. This little petting zoo is one of them. Nobody here knows what Lloyd does for a living or how powerful he is. Nobody would know that Lyla isn’t your birth child, or that you and Lloyd are very new. Too new. Maybe if it wasn’t so new you and Lloyd might have some issues or arguing points. But today is blissful.

As sexy as he is with nothing but his boxers on, it’s nothing compared to the way he looks down at the baby strapped to his chest. The way he can’t stop looking at her, and then looking at you with a cheesy grin. Things feel normal. They feel safe.

“Would you want another baby?” He seems like parenthood has come so easily to him. But Lyla just showed up on his doorsteps. He missed out on the pregnancy part.

“I want us to have spent more time together. And then enjoy making a baby. Watch you grow with our baby, and see how Lyla is at becoming a big sister,” looking up at him, you gawk. “Oh, come on, you’re her mom, and I don’t want to have kids with anyone else. Don’t play mind games with me because you won’t win. You asked about another baby because you need to know where we are with our future. So let me ask you, do you want to have my baby?”

“You don’t sound whiny. You sound like a woman that is finally getting to realize what she wants, and realize that she can have it, and your emotions are okay,” ouch. Those words hit you right in your gut. “I think that while you were learning to care for a baby, you were healing some of your own wounds.”

“Why are you so smart?” You say it animatedly, trying to laugh off the strong emotions you’re feeling. Obviously those emotions towards Lyla was easy. Letting Lloyd in has been harder. Immediately the sexual tension and need was there, but he’s consistently hammered away at the fortress that your mom made you have.

You never thought you had choices in your life. You were just going to marry the person that your mom chose for you that would give you a rich life. Complete with shopping sprees daily, a nanny, and substance abuse. Whatever it took to make you sit in the background, being used for good breeding and to look good on their arm. But everything in that life seemed to be just numbness. A life where there was nothing to enjoy or love. You were just going through the motions.

“What precautions are in place for when you’re not here? You don’t have to tell me everything, I know some things are on a need to know basis. But…what…?”

“Your concern is okay to have. Some precautions are just for me. But your neighbors are also watching you. They’ll take this easier task over missions,” that’s the best you’re going to get, apart from the alarm system. It’ll have to do.

“I’ll take it.”

“We should go home,” home. It sounds amazing, and currently there’s nothing that you want to do more than to go home with him, and Lyla. “And once she goes to bed we need to have a long conversation.”

——

Looking in the mirror, you undo another button, exhaling slowly. You don’t want there to be any confusion on what you want tonight. You want him. All of him. Every inch of Lloyd, you want on you. His scent, his touch, his taste, his sweat, his essence. You need him like you’ve never needed anything before. He had given you time, and you’re appreciative, but now you want him to take what he needs.

You didn’t want anything super kinky. You just want to feel him. Have him. And let him partake in all of you. You do another button on his shirt, leaving only two buttons done before you walk out of the bathroom. Sauntering down the hallway, you stop right in the doorway of the living room, facing Lloyd.

His adam’s apple bobs, while he sits down his glass of bourbon. He shuts off the TV. He had already had his shower, and he sits on the couch in nothing but black silky boxers. They start to tighten at just the mere look at you in nothing but his shirt. He Leans back on the couch, and rubs up his thighs. His eyes are a complete black hole of lust.

You slowly walk towards him, timidly straddling his lap. Lloyd’s hands move to your thighs, and they roam up and down your silky skin. “Lloyd, we will have your conversation, but tonight, I don’t want our little games. I don’t want a safe word, or spankings. I want you. And I want you to take,” he clears his throat, and nothing more. “No, I do. I want that from you. I want you to seek out your pleasure with my body, and I know you’ll give me pleasure in return.”

“Aren’t you tired of people taking from you?” You nod your head, and grab onto his hands, guiding them to your tits, and urge him to knead the tender flesh. “Sweetheart, don’t…”

Lloyd sits up straighter. Keeping his hands on your chest. His fingers tease at your nipples before he pinches them, and pulls you into his body. His mouth catches you in the most desperate and needy kiss. Had he not wanted to take his time he would have devoured you. Nipping at your lip before you open wide, granting his tongue access to your mouth, and he massages your tongue. Dancing around your muscle as your body relaxes into him.

Creating a rhythm of motion that you follow. Grinding on top of him, and swallowing his moans as your delicate fingers discover his chest. His stomach. His arms. Lloyd twists your nipples slightly, and you arch into him, and his rips off the final buttons off his shirt. Jerking the fabric off you, before he lifts you off his body, laying you down on the couch.

You gulp as he spreads your legs apart and gazes at your weeping cunt. Staring at your core like it could solve world hunger. Licking his lips, “Show me how you played with yourself when you thought of me.”

You snake your hand down to your center. Dipping your finger into your juices, and you spread your slick to your clit. Giving the nub a few circles, watching him, while he only stares at your entrance, “You didn’t finger yourself?” You shake your head no, adding more pressure. Circling faster. “Why not?”

“My fingers won’t feel like yours,” he smirks, moving his hand closer, before he clamps it back on your leg, spreading you wider. Allowing him to see more. He wanted this big ass couch for this. You can see it in his naughty eyes.

“But you have other toys?” You give him a nod. More pressure. Faster. “Which was your favorite?”

“A clear one that has confetti in it. He’s eight inches,” he cocks up his brow, “You’re bigger?”

“Shall I get a ruler?”

“I’d rather you didn’t. You can always just show me,” more pressure. Faster.

“What did you do with — him?” Using that pronoun, just like you did. It’s a cute little quirk that you referred to your toys as him.

“I’d fuck myself. Pump him in and out of cunt. Circled my legs around my body pillow while I pretended it was you hovering over me. I even called him Lloyd,” he bites his lip. More pressure. Faster. You rock your body, watching him go weak.

“Sometimes, I’d keep him in me, put my panties on, and sleep with him in there. Wishing he was you, and I was cockwarming you. Did you see me stick him to the wall, while I was on my knees and backing myself on him?” He groans. A wet spot appears on his boxers as his precum ruins them.

“Did you see me put him on the floor while I bounced on top of him? Or maybe…”

“I obsessively saw it all,” his voice is shallow. More pressure. Faster. Whimpering out his name. “I watched you act like a little slut, begging me to fuck you like you deserved. Whining out my name, and daddy,” your cheeks set on fire, but you don’t stop. “And you know the best part?” You shake your head no, mouth going agape as heat coils in your belly. You didn’t have much longer before you were going to be wishing you could close your legs. Quelling the sensation before it gets too much.

“The best part is,” he stops his words as you arch your back. Watching as your walls flutter around nothing. “I wished you were calling me daddy while I fucked my cum into your belly,” the dam breaks, and you sob out his name, trying to close your legs, but he tugs down his boxer, settling over you.

Your vision goes blurry as he runs his leaking tip through your folds. Pushing in the spongy mushroom before trailing it back to your clit. He waits until you regain your sight, smiling as you sit up to stare at his glorious cock, “You think I’m bigger than your stupid toy?”

“Uh huh. And thicker, too,” words trail off as he pushes in a bit more, and you have to watch. Have to see him splitting you in half. Ready to beg him to just fuck you already, but the build up is making it that much sweeter. You want him. Need him. Obsess over him.

“The only toy I want to see in this pretty little pussy, will be a mold of my cock,” you nod your head. Giving him a glance before you’re locked in on him sinking in another inch. Noises you have never heard exiting your mouth. “I want to see you walking around this house, serving me a bourbon, while that toy makes you walk funny.”

Another inch, and you see stars. Your body lighting on fire at the way you connect, mixed with his shameless words of needing to see you always stuffed with him or the fake version of him. “Scrubbing the floor on your knees, so I can see it puckering out of this sweet, beautiful, amazing cunt.”

Another inch. Your fingers grip onto his arms and you realize who you thought was a demon is now the man taking you to heaven. “Have you trained to beg for my cock,” another inch. “Feeling so empty without me,” another inch. “You’ll have tears in my eyes as you fuck yourself, because I won’t until my bourbon is done.”

Another inch. He’s a beautiful asshole, “I’ll drink my bourbon slow or fast. Depending on your behavior,” another inch, and you dare to look down at where the two of you connect, and he still wasn’t fully in.

“Lloyd!” Your hands grab onto his ass, and you attempt to pull him closer to you. Willing him to just finish the mission. Let your body acclimate to his presence before he thrusts into you over and over again.

“And then, my sweet Dolly,” he waits until your eyes are on his. That mouth turning into a devilish grin. “I’m going to watch you clean that cock with your tongue, while I give you what you want. Maybe one day you’ll take a second mold, and I can have every one of your holes stuffed with me. What do you think, hmm?” Another inch.

You think that you can’t think because you’re dizzy with pleasure. Dizzy with a nagging feeling that you need for him to make you dumb with his cock. “Lloyd!”

He slams the rest of his length into your body, and your head lurches up. Ramming into the arm of the couch, and your body goes numb. He is there inside of you. Sweet surrender. Completely settled into your body. “You’re the first woman I have ever fully given myself to,” you aren’t sure if he was talking about his full cock or his mind. But somewhere in between, you think it’s both. You think he means that you are the first woman to have every bit of his soul!

He pulls completely out of you, and you wail. Ready to cry for him not to leave you, but he stabs back in. Creating a show of this motion. Leaving your tunnel slowly, while burying back in with so much force that your body shivers. “I know,” you manage to whisper out, and it’s that moment that you know what he’s talking about.

These months have been this aching long buildup for this moment, and the moments to come. You both teased each other. You both became obsessed with each other. Tested boundaries. And somehow were able to come together for Lyla, and in that weird common territory. You craved him. You were his prey, and he was your predator. You had only just begun this part of your relationship, and you have never felt more at peace. More cherished. Respected. And…

“Lloyd, I love you,” it’s the first time you’ve ever said those words, and meant it. Meant every vowel and consonant. Meant every syllable. Every inflection. It all belonged to him. Because he belongs to you.

His breath is labored as he thrusts deep into you. “I do. I love you, Lloyd. And I’m obsessed with you,” he chuckles. A hand caressing your face. You don’t think he’s going to say anything, and yet, you feel it. Feel the love he has for you coursing through every grind of his hips.

“God, you’ve made me a mess,” his pace quickens, and even though this is addicting, and you’re going to fuck him every chance you get, you just want to snuggle with him. Maybe with his cock inside of you. “And it’s all because,” he needs time to come to grips with the term, and that’s okay by you. You can wait for when he’s ready.

His hips roll into you in the sweetest way, making sure you feel every bit of him. Grinding his stomach on your clit, and his cock stretching you out beautifully. He fits perfectly. He feels perfect. He feels like he’s all yours. Heat bursts into your core, offset by his grunts. He repeats your name over and over again. Punctuated with every push into you.

Your walls clench around him, and you gleam up at him like he was the key to everything good in your life. You need to feel his warmth. “I love you,” he says right as your cunt locks around his cock, and hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep into your belly, and you sigh. “I love you.”

What a fucking trip. It would seem fast, except you two have slowly moved into this phase. Slowly made your way here. “I love you,” you realize he really likes the sound of saying that. Maybe he’s never said it before either. “I love saying that to you because every time I say it, you get this cute dopey little look on your face.”

“It could be because I’ve felt cum in my pussy for the first time.”

“Oh, you and that filthy little mouth. Keep talking, and I’m going to plug you up with one of my fake dicks,” you cock your brow up at him, “Yes, I already have three. Because I want to enjoy playing with your holes. But we’ll get there.”

And you would. Each teasing step of the way, you would.

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a-jynx · 3 years ago

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Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

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a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

#dream smp x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #tommyinit dsmp #platonic #best friends #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!tommy #*will change if need be*

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the-nightmare-before-bucky · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Parts of Hamilton on Film

the sick tablecloth trick they did during Room Where it Happens

the look on Angelica’s face in Schuyler Sisters when all those men are talking to her and she just kinda side eyes them

how satisfied and helpless had 90% the same choreo just from a different perspective

also Mulligan being the flower girl makes my heart so darn happy

‘and peggy’

the choreo in literally every single number. the fact that ensemble was singing and dancing all out like that and changing all the props like McScuse me I love them all so much

the adorable ensemble member who gave King George the letter in I know Him

The ensemble member who was hip thrusting during the aerial view of Reynolds Pamphlet

the LIGHTING DESIGN of literally the entire show but some honorable mentions: What’d I Miss, Wait for It, Lauren’s Interlude, The Room Where It Happened, Yorktown,

Literally any time Johnathan Groff was onscreen, but his little dances during Reynold’s Pamphlet are god tier

and on that note, Jefferson dancing on the little table while saying “He’s never gonna be president now”

Washington, Philip, and Maria all being there during Reynold’s Pamphlet but not saying anything, just staring

The tears on Angelica’s face during It’s Quiet Uptown.

Eliza crying during It’s Quiet Uptown but not saying anything until she takes Alexander’s hand (and Alexander’s face when she takes his hand finally, the way he just falls apart in HD - OUCH)

Lafayette and Mulligan being there reading their own letters during the Lauren’s Interlude

all of Philip all the time during act 2. He owns my heart and so does Anthony Ramos

the costumes!! as a costumer and someone on ensemble, lot’s of costume changes can be tricky. But the way they did the costumes was so great because it made it easy to switch characters and show the passage of time

Leslie 👏 Odom 👏 Jr.

How at the end of the show, everyone was lined up together to do bows, they weren’t in order of most lines/most important, etc.

all of “Story of Tonight” just made me cry. it’s so relevant right now and it was so beautiful

“you punched the bursar?” *snaps fingers* “yes”

the three bros being super heckin drunk during Aaron Burr, Sir but still taking over making the beat for each other

ELIZA BEAT BOXING and Philip singing his little song it just makes me *sob*

the small dance movements of the ensemble during My Shot showing how the inklings of the revolution starting and by the end they’re full on dancing

the way Oak says “sewing some pants”

Lafayette playing with the little shot glasses

the spinning stage??? is so cool???

When Hamilton does his thing in my shot and they’re all standing around the box and start dancing one by one slowly??? I love that. ICONIC

the set changes are just beautifully done

Oak’s cloak as Mulligan, the green one, is my favorite thing idk why I just love it (and his beanie)

“tomorrow there’ll be more of us” freaking gets me man and hearing them sing it together on stage hits different

I literally love Jasmine so much and she does an amazing job as peggy she owns my heart

the sisters all have matching earrings?? but with their different colors

the guy doing the book flip thing what how did he do that

mulligan making whiny dog sounds during “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee”

ALL OF JONATHAN GROFF (also he was an ensemble member at the end and that’s great)

the way he dragged his scepter at the beginning of I Know Him cracked me tf up

why did they zoom in on him every time he did a little spit I mean they did him so dirty with the editing but it’s so gd funny

he doesn’t blink!!!!!!

the shoulder shrug during the dadadas.

the vaguely threatening ‘everybody’

all the women singing to intro to “Right Hand Man” I got chills bro

Oak is Large and I love him

the way Hamilton breaks when saying “Call me son one more time!”

Phillipa Soo’s singing is seamless constantly. It never fails

the way they fell like dolls during the rewind sequence of Satisfied

the simple choreo of wait for it speaks so loudly

the way it seems like Burr is trying to convince himself when he says “I am inimitable, I am an original” with the little head nod

hamilton pointing at Lee after Lee chews out Washington

“immigrants, we get the job done”

“i’m so blue” *light cue changes to blue*

“tomorrow there’ll be more of us” during the Lauren’s Interlude (catch me sobbing)

the way Hamilton sits in the chair during the beginning of Non-Stop after Burr tells him too like a pouty child

Angelica’s act two costume with the collar

the way Leslie Odom Jr. says “Hamilton wrote the other 51!” with so much passion I can’t handle it

things will be added to this list as I think of them and as I watch the movie a million more times

#hamilton #hamilfilm #alexander hamilton

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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years ago

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Where’s the Manager?

Summary: You visit your boyfriend, but, as always, your captain is content to have the worst timing.

TW: Slight swearing (Kyouken and Iwa-chan have potty mouths)

A/N: There weren’t enough Kyoutani x Reader fics out there so I wrote my own.

As soon as you walked into Seijoh's gym, all eyes were on you.

"Oikawa, I think there's a fan here for you," a spiky haired man shouted, making a guy with a knee brace turn.

"My fans don't usually come to nightly practices," the man, Oikawa, said.

"Because you always stay so late, Shittykawa!"

"Who's Oikawa?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm here to see my boyfriend."

"And who might that be?" Oikawa asked, looking slightly offended. He must've been the guy with the fan club your boyfriend had told you about.

"(Y/F/N)? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow!" Kyoutani said, rushing over to hug you, spinning you around a few times.

"Ken," you laughed. "Put me down!"

He set you down lightly, giving you a big smile.

"That's the school uniform for Fukurodani, isn't it?" someone else asked.

"My school cancelled classes today due to the fact that it's raining so hard you can't see an inch in front of you. I figured I'd come surprise you," you muttered, smiling back at him.

"How did you know we were ending practice?" Kyoutani asked.

"You told me silly," you teased. "Yesterday. I asked you when you got off practice."

"Woah, woah, woah. Let's recap for everyone whose brain just liquified and melted out of their noses," Oikawa muttered, making you wrinkle your nose at the description. "Our resident Mad Dog-chan, not only has a girlfriend, but he has a cute girlfriend from a different school."

"Not to mention she's hot," a pink-haired guy added.

"And goes to a pretty prestigious school," the other third year chimed in.

You flushed a little, but rolled your eyes.

"Ken, you didn't tell them about me?" you asked, pouting a little bit, then giving a small laugh. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"Didn't think they needed to know," he grumbled. "I already have to share you with my sister."

You snorted, putting your hand over your mouth, smiling at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous," you teased, bopping him on the nose lightly. "I'm (Y/N), I'm Kyoutani's girlfriend. And for whoever asked, yes, this is the uniform for Fukurodani."

"How old are you?" someone asked.

He looked like a creampuff.

"I'm a second year, just like you Yahaba," you told him.

"You know who I am?" He looked surprised.

"Well, yeah. You slammed my boyfriend into a wall and shouted at him," you told him, deadpan. "I wanted to know who you were. And I already know about Iwaizumi-san because Ken talks about him all the time. And he complains about the fluffy haired dude, who I am assuming is Oikawa."

Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa pouted, and you glanced at Kyoutani, who was too busy smiling at you to really notice.

Your phone ringing caught your attention and you dug through your bag looking for it.

"Ugh, it's Bokuto-san, give me a moment, would you?" you asked your boyfriend, scooting away so the others could bombard him with questions.

"(Y/L/N)! Why aren't you at practice?" he shouted and you winced, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"Why are you guys even having practice? It's practically a hurricane there! And I'm visiting my boyfriend, I told Akaashi that when I left," you told him. "Didn't he tell you?"

"Boyfriend!" he shouted. "That punk looking blond?"

"His name's Kyoutani, but yes, that's him."

"Your our manager (Y/L/N)! Your fattenizing with the enemy!" Bokuto whined.

"I think the word your looking for is ‘fraternizing’ Bokuto-san," you corrected. "And he's not the enemy. Do you realize how little we go against teams like Seijoh? They always tend to be in a different bracket," you pointed out.

"That's not the point!" he said, and you could practically see his hair deflating on the other end of the line. He was going to go into emo mode if you didn't do something.

"I promise to help you with your line shots when I get back. I'll stay after with Akaashi the next practice we have, alright? Please don't be sad Bokuto-san," you said, feeling slightly bad that you hadn't told him.

"All the guys miss you though!" Bokuto whined. He was definitely pouting. And he was definitely trying to trick you.

"And I miss you guys too, but I see you all everyday, I barely get to see my boyfriend. How would you feel if you only got to see Akaashi every few weeks?"

"That's not fair!" Bokuto shouted again.

"Put him on speaker!" Kyoutani mouthed and you rolled your eyes, but put him on speaker anyway.

"What if he tries to steal you away?" Bokuto asked, sounding extra whiny, the way he did when this sort of thing came up.

Which it did.

Often.

"I'm stealing her for a weekend Owl-san, you and your team will have her back on Monday," Kyoutani said, draping himself across your back, wrapping his arms around you waist so he could talk to your boyfriend.

"I feel like a glorified, underpaid babysitter," you muttered.

"You and me both," Akaashi said. "I apologize for this (Y/L/N), I told him where you were and he got all . . . deflated."

"It's alright," you assured him. "I'll just give Bokuto a heads up next time."

"Next time!?" Bokuto yelled from the background, making you stifle a laugh.

"Yes, next time Bokuto-san, did you think I was breaking up with Kyou this weekend?"

"You should! He's trying to steal you from us!"

"You say that every time a member of a different team talks to me! You did it with Kuroo-san, and Kenma, and Suga-san, and don't even get me started on the other Tokyo teams," you reminded him, watching your boyfriend's team laughed at your captain's antics. "You thought Hinata-kun was trying to smuggle me back to Karasuno when he was just walking me to our bus!"

"You're a good manager (Y/L/N)!" Bokuto retorted. "They want you all to themselves!"

"While I'm flattered that you think so Bokuto-san, the only people that even act somewhat like that are Tanaka and Nishinoya! And even then, Akaashi is usually right by me, or I'm with the other managers."

"But-"

"Look, Bokuto-san, I have to go," you interjected. "I can't spend all weekend arguing with you on this. I'll text you when I get home so you know where I am. I promise, I'll be back practice on Monday. I think you can handle a weekend without me."

You ended the call before he could respond, silencing your phone and slipping it back into your bag.

"How is he one of the top five aces in the country?" Kyoutani asked when you sighed. "He acts like an overgrown child.

"I have no fucking clue," you muttered, laying your head against his chest. "I love Bokuto-san, he's like an older brother to me, but sometimes I wish he had a little more fucking tact."

"That's the captain of Fukurodani?" Oikawa asked.

"Yeah."

"Is he always like that?" Iwaizumi inquired.

"Pretty much," you sighed. "He gets a little different during games, but he pretty acts like that all the time unless he's alone with Akaashi, our setter. Who also happens Bokuto's designated babysitter whenever we go to tournaments or practice games. And training camps, but Tsukishima from Karasuno and Kuroo from Nekoma tend to have him on a leash too."

"The salty glasses kid, and the cat with the fucked up hairdo?" Kyoutani asked.

"Yep, that's them. Hinata, the red-head spiker from Karasuno, tends to keep Bokuto busy when we have training camps with them because Bokuto is too busy trying to 'mentor' him. They make my job so much easier."

"You know a lot of people from other teams," Oikawa pointed out, squinting at you.

"As a manager, I run into a lot of different people. I'm friends with a lot of Nekoma, Karasuno, the other Tokyo teams, not to mention Shiritorizawa and Date Tech. And I know a few people from your team now. I tend to liaison between different teams to help set up practice matches and just to check up on them. It helps out our coach and advisor, plus, I get to meet a bunch of new people."

"That's actually kind of how we met," Kyoutani admitted. "She was the manager for my middle school team."

"I lived near here until the start of my first year. I would've gone here, but my mother got a job transfer to Tokyo, so I moved. Kyoutani and I knew each other from middle school and we helped each other out a few times."

"I never would've guessed that Kyoutani would have a girlfriend like you," Iwaizumi said.

"Why not?"

"Have you seen him?" Oikawa asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Have you guys ever seen him with his sister, or his dogs?" you countered.

"No," they admitted. "He's a pretty private person."

"Kyou's a good person, but people don't get to know him before they decide he's a bad person and it's best to steer clear. Not to mention that most idiots believe the rumors that fly around. I can tell you that he's only ever been in one fight, and it was to protect me."

"I still have the scar," he mumbled.

"That's because you attacked a guy who had a knife!"

"I didn't know he had it when I tackled the son of bitch!" he retorted.

"I could've handled him. I take self-defense classes for a reason dipshit."

Kyoutani shrugged.

"Dumbass," you teased.

"Idiot," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

You rolled your eyes but smiled.

"I can't tell if you two are disgustingly sweet or slightly concerning," Makki muttered.

"Both," you answered.

"My sister is wondering where I am," Kyoutani said, pulling his phone out of his bag.

"Then let's go, I want to give her a big hug! I've missed her."

"And I've missed you," he told you, making you smile.

"Of course you did! I'm your girlfriend."

"I'll see you guys on Tuesday," Kyoutani called.

"It was nice to meet you guys!" you shouted as you raced Kyoutani to the doors.

"We didn't even introduce ourselves," Watari muttered.

"She probably knew anyway, Mad Dog-chan loves us," Oikawa said, gathering up his own things.

"I think he loves her more though," Yahaba pointed out.

"Definitely."

#kyoutani x reader #kyoutani #kyoutani fluff #kyoutani is a simp #fluff #haikyuu x reader

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luci-four · 4 years ago

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Catnap {Diavolo x Reader/MC}

A/N: a fic in which i wanted diavolo to experience PAIN but also know he is L O V E D because i couldnt help but remember that he once said asmo never invites him to parties and it broke my frozen heart,

{Diavolo x Reader/MC}

Diavolo’s eyes were downcast as he walked along, listening to Barbatos drone on about his schedule for the rest of the day. Of course, he knew it was important and definitely something he needed to do as it was his duty, yet, he couldn’t help but long for a sense of freedom. He longed for a time he could simply be himself, not worry about his princely duties—he longed for something, he just wasn’t quite sure what. Of course, he knew Barbatos was simply doing his own job, but it didn’t stop the prince from zoning out. He could hear the shorter man give an exasperated sigh before repeating his last few sentences. Maybe a walk around R.A.D.’s campus would help him focus.

It wasn’t helping. He sighed during the entire walk, each time getting a little more dramatic; he hunched his shoulders and slouched a bit more with each heave, dragging his feet along the ground as though he were a toddler throwing a temper-tantrum. His pitch was whiny, and he secretly did feel bad for his unbecoming behaviour towards Barbatos, but he couldn’t help himself.

As though it were a beam of light on a cloudy day, something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and turned his entire mood around. Without raising Barbatos’ suspicion—or so he thought—his gaze honed in on a small, stray kitten walking along the path behind the shorter man. His face instinctually turned to one mixed with shock and adoration, both attempted to hide behind the thin veil of collectiveness. Golden eyes kept flickering from his butler to the tiny mammal behind him.

“As I said before, after meeting with Lucifer to go over the budget for...” Barbatos scrunched his nose before interrupting himself. “My lord, you aren’t paying attention again.”

“What?” Diavolo’s shoulders stiffened as he let out a half-hearted laugh, “Of course I am!”

“.....What are you distracted by?”

“It’s nothing! Wait--”

Before Diavolo’s outstretched hand could stop him, Barbatos turned to lock eyes with the kitten that had caught his liege's attention. He held his stare as if the two of them had a contest going without so much as a word, until the kitten had meowed up at him.

“It’s talking to you!”

“I wish it wouldn’t.”

“Don’t be mean to it, it’s cute!”

“My lord, we do need to get through this schedule for the day--”

“I’d much rather sit with this kitten.”

Diavolo quickly jumped at the chance to get down on all fours to level with the kitten, ignoring Barbatos’ pleas for him to not ruin his uniform. He cooed as the kitten rubbed against his face, meowing softly at him in response to his badly-attempted meows, and rolled onto its back to play with one of the pendants hanging off of his coat. A genuine laugh erupted from the man as he pet the creature.

“I’m glad you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, Lord Diavolo, however we do need to get going now--”

“I’ve decided to keep it!”

“Absolutely not.”

“What!”

Like a child who was told no in the toy store—or a better comparison would have been a kicked puppy—Diavolo looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pouting lip. He mumbled to himself, about being the prince and frankly doing whatever he’d like, as though he truly were a child.

“My lord, a cat in the castle would be a terrible idea. You are too busy to see to one--”

“You could do it!”

“--and I’m too busy ensuring you’re taken care of to worry about the cat as well.”

Diavolo groaned and rose to his feet, keeping his back towards Barbatos. After agreeing that he would be right, he attempted to walk off and change the subject towards the schedule Barbatos was so adamant about, only to jolt to a stop as the butler cleared his throat.

“My lord--”

“I thought you said we were busy!” Diavolo chuckled, attempting to continue again, “Let’s go!”

“The cat, my lord.”

“It ran into the bushes--”

“Please take the cat out of your coat pocket.”

Hanging his head as he was caught, he placed the kitten gently onto the path, watching it scamper away, chasing after some sort of bug. He crossed his arms and jutted his lip out into a pout, keeping his glare just a tad icy towards Barbatos. Again, he was aware he was just doing his job, but the kitten was so adorable and just the distraction he felt that he needed, and his friend simply just wouldn’t allow him to have it; so, he listened. He listened intensively, absorbing each word Barbatos had thrown him and repeated key points to prove he had listened. His eyes, however, flickered to the small animal who kept running in and out of the bushes, tempting his willpower and attention an embarrassing amount.

Before he had realized it, however, one of the seven brothers had also been walking along campus. Noticing the two of them talk, Satan minded his own business and only stopped as a kitten randomly appeared in his path. Without so much as a second thought, he scooped the animal up and kept on his way, not realizing the heartbroken, utter shock that had washed over the Devildom’s prince.

“That seems to be the end of it, Lord Diavolo. Shall we move on to our meeting--”

“Did you see that!”

Barbatos tilted his head and looked behind him where Diavolo had been pointing; he used all of his might not to raise an eyebrow at his boss.

“See... what, exactly?”

“The--”

“If you’re going to mention the cat again, then please forgive me for cutting you off. We simply cannot have the cat.”

“But Satan took it!”

“Ah, then you should take solace in knowing that cat is well taken care of. Now, moving on to our meeting, my lord.”

Without so much as another word, Barbatos ushered Diavolo off towards their next location, the cat never left his mind.

***

By the end of the day, MC had noticed something weighing on the prince. He seemed sluggish, lost in thought, a million miles away in those eyes as they sat across the room from him. During the rare moment he sat alone, MC approached him casually.

“Hey,” they leaned against the edge of his desk, “something on your mind?”

“Oh? Was it obvious?”

“I’m just a really good guesser.”

Diavolo leaned back in his chair and shot them an award-winning smile, the hearty, whimsical laugh he’s known for followed suit.

“Then that must be your version of magic, interesting. I’ll admit there is something on my mind that I just can’t shake.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

Before MC could even get the last syllable out, Diavolo slammed his hands on the desk and stood instantly. He leaned in towards them with wide eyes and a slight pout, not noticing that his sudden closeness caused MC to swallow hard.

“Satan took my cat!”

“..... I’m sorry, what?”

“My cat! He took it!”

“You... had a cat?”

“Yes! No! Kind of?”

“Diavolo, not to sound rude but... I’m really not following.”

He sat back down and bit the inside of his cheek, sighing heavily before explaining himself.

“There was this kitten, outside, it was absolutely adorable. The roundest little face, big eyes, soft fur—it was tiny, too! Just the perfect little thing, and I wanted to take it home! Take care of it! But--”

“But?” MC dragged out their syllables.

“But,” Diavolo mimicked their actions, “Barbatos said it was impossible to take care of a cat as of now. He refused to let me take it, and not only that, but I had to watch in silence as Satan came along and took the cat as his own!”

“Well, if Satan took it--”

“Then it’s in good hands, yes, Barbatos said the same; that isn’t the point!”

Diavolo held his tongue on what truly bothered him, hoping that MC-the-great-guesser wouldn’t take notice that his burst of emotions dug much deeper than just a little cat he met outside. A thought passed his mind and it clicked for him—a plan—he'd have to think more about. He composed himself, stood up and straightened out his coat before shooting another large, fake smile towards the human.

“Anyway, I have other meetings to get to, unfortunately. It is my duty, after all. My apologies for being so... emotional, but thank you for lending me your time.”

MC’s eyes followed as he stiffly walked from the room. He may have been the prince of Devildom, but MC couldn’t hide the smile on their lips towards his childish behaviour they grew to find endearing. They did wonder what deeper emotions were hidden behind his need for the cat, however.

***

Relaxing by the window, MC was startled to hear a light knock against the glass in the middle of the night. Terrified, they very slowly turned their head to meet face to face with a disheveled prince, smiling from ear to ear. Tossing fear and confusion aside, they rushed to open the window and called out to him in a hushed tone.

“Diavolo? What are you doing here? I mean... here, and also, at my window.” They grabbed his hands and helped him start to climb in. “There is a front door, you know. I’m pretty sure Lucifer wants you to use it. Should I let him know you’re here--”

“No!” Diavolo cried as he fell forward through the window. He sat up as though nothing had happened. “I’m here in secret, please keep it between the two of us!”

“Al...right, but why exactly are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but it is the middle of the night, and you know it seems...” They couldn’t finish their statement due to nerves and turned away to keep the red on their cheeks hidden.

“Hm? Oh, about that!” He stood up suddenly, “I’m going on an adventure! Come with me!”

“Shh! You’re the one who said this was a ‘secret visit’, so keep your voice down!”

“Right!” He lowered his voice, “I’m going on an adventure, so come with me.”

“Where exactly is your adventure going to lead us? Does Barbatos know--”

“No, he does not and he doesn’t need to!”

Diavolo’s eyebrows were drawn together, nose scrunched in irritation. He sighed and shook his head, forcing an apologetic smile on his lips.

“My apologies, I mean, this isn’t a matter that concerns Barbatos. I came to you for assistance this time, I thought perhaps we could have some fun; what do you say?”

MC twisted their lips to the side, eyeing whatever the tall man was hiding; it didn’t take much to see that he was, in fact, hiding something... but what was it? They nodded, agreeing to whatever plan he may have, knowing they couldn’t just let the prince of Devildom run off and make childish mistakes on his own. MC would get in trouble with Barbatos at that point, and they shivered at the thought of being on bad terms with him. Once they silently agreed, Diavolo captured their hand in his—blind to the eruption of blush across their face—and quickly slipped into the hall.

They were dragged along as Diavolo tiptoed dramatically, peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows. MC was flung around as though they were some sort of paper doll. Diavolo seemed way too out of his element to sneak around properly, so MC called out to him quietly to have him take a moment and explain just what he was doing.

“Stop, stop. You’re terrible at this. Where are you going anyway? The front door isn’t up the stairs--”

“Our destination is, though!” He said in a hushed shout, his movements a bit antsy. “We have to go up.”

“To where, exactly?”

“Hush!”

He covered their mouth with his hand, oblivious to how it caused their heart flutter, he focused his attention to the sound of walking in the hallway behind them. Diavolo rushed them along, stopping at a door and quickly attempting to jiggle his way through the lock. MC faced the hallway, wary of the approaching footsteps and faint voices as they kept watch; Diavolo simply used magic to unlock the handle, and pulled MC in so quick he literally swept them off of their feet. Both of them held an ear against the door and heard as two of the brothers made their way back to their rooms. Before MC could give a sigh of relief, they could hear Diavolo cooing at something in a baby tone. A light bulb went off in their head as they slowly turned to face the room, a look of distaste, disbelief, and irritation graced their features.

“We broke into Satan’s room.”

“Yes!” Diavolo held the kitten up to his face, laughing as it give his cheek a few kisses.

“A cat.”

“Yes!”

“We broke in... to Satan’s room,” MC put heavy emphasis on Satan being the owner, “to steal a cat.”

“Yes.”

“Diavolo!” MC shouted before quickly quieting back down, “We’re dead if we’re caught in here! Well, I will be. You’re the prince of Devildom, you probably won’t be. But I will be. Satan is going to get pissed, oh my god, I’m going to die, aren’t I? I am. I’m going to die. I’m--”

Diavolo held the kitten up to MC’s face, the latter stopping their rant in their tracks as the kitten gave their nose a few kisses. They couldn’t stop themselves from getting red at how cute the prince seemed to smile at them, but they forced disapproval on their features.

“He had the kitten I wanted. I couldn’t simply ask him for it, even if he agreed, Barbatos would make me return it.”

“What difference is that opposed to stealing it?”

Diavolo sat on the ground and stared at the kitten in his hands, a faraway look of longing replaced his usual cheerful smile. MC refused to let him play it off again.

“What’s actually eating at you?”

“The difference, I guess...” he couldn’t meet their eye and instead focused on petting the cat, “is the adventure. The ability to do something so ridiculous for the thrill and fun of it all. Throwing aside the fact that I’m the prince, for once. Just being a person, since people don’t tend to treat me that way. I thought... if I could have this cat, even after being told no, I could have a sense of freedom. It sounds absolutely ridiculous hearing myself say it out loud. Definitely not the presence a ruler should have, huh?”

His sad smile broke MC’s heart in two. Without a word, they moved next to him; he thought they were going to pet the cat so he offered it to them, but their hand landed on top of his head instead. Their voice was quiet and filled with honey, each word dripping with sincerity.

“I dunno. I think you’re pretty neat. I like hanging out with you, as you are.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to look dazed with wide eyes and a blush across his face. He quickly composed himself with a tender smile and a whimsical laugh; there were quite a few things running through his mind that he wished he could say to MC, but nothing would come out clear enough. Instead, the two of them resided in a peaceful silence, his smile and relaxed shoulders showed how thankful he was to hear that from them. They had gotten lost in the peace, petting the kitten and playing around with the spunky little thing, they hadn’t heard anything come up behind them, nor had they felt the frightful aura shift in the area.

“What are you two doing in my room?”

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jungxk · 5 years ago

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crush

filed under. i totally forgot i wrote this. also i like the name eunmi sue me

notes. thank you to @lonelyending for reading thru this crusty story and making me feel good enough about it again to post it. also @suga-kookiemonster bc im pretty sure i sent u this like a year ago and u told me to post it it but....i forgot abt it shdgjsgd. writing/life in general has been hard recently so pls accept this kookfic to hold yous over until i update just one

genre. fluff, light comedy, light angst, smut

warnings. smut (oral sex: f receiving, penetrative unprotected sex)

length. 5.1k

the first thing jungkook thinks when he sees you is wow.

he hasn't been up for very long, and you don't even know he's looking at you through the window. yoongi-hyung has wrapped you up in his arms as you sob and sob, muted behind the protective hospital glass. even with messy hair and wet eyes he's starstruck. it's why he recoils slightly when jimin and namjoon explain to him that you're his wife.

"my," he can't even say the word. "my..."

"your wife," namjoon repeats. "you know what a wife is, right? marriage?"

"yes," jungkook huffs, digging his nails into his scalp. "i lost my memory, hyung, not my fucking brain cells."

he suddenly registers the gold band glistening on his left hand, simple and heavy. he has to take a second to collect himself. "but...but i'm twenty-three. right? i am twenty-three, yeah?"

"yeah. you are," jimin says softly.

"then how the fuck am i already married? not that i'm complaining i just," he suddenly turns pink at the thought of you in a wedding dress, clinging onto his arm, breakfast dates, late night ramen runs at the convenience store, painting the living room in a house you probably share, naked in bed on top of him. jungkook clears his throat. "it just seems a little out of character for me. i can't commit to a pair of shoes for a week let alone-"

"i think it's best if you just spoke with ____," jimin finishes before jungkook can work himself into a frenzy, a comforting hand laying on his shoulder. "you two need to talk anyway and it's best if all these answers came from her."

jungkook gulps at the thought of speaking to you, seeing you face to face. suddenly he's a cripplingly shy fourteen year old again.

"okay." he croaks. "okay."

you were even more beautiful up close.

your tear stained cheeks are glowing and blotchy when you perch on the chair beside his bed, big eyes fluttering up at him nervously. you're soft and plush and shorter than he thought and jungkook has to fist his hands in the sheets and play a counting game with the heart rate monitor in order to maintain eye contact. he feels himself start to sweat when you smile sadly at him. "sorry, i just...i don't know how to be around you normally without making you uncomfortable," you say quietly, wringing your hands together to avoid touching him.

"uncomfortable?" he queries, gaze latching onto the ring on your hand. seeing it on you gives him a nice feeling.

you nod into your lap. "yeah, um..." you look at your scuffed shoes, searching for the word. "we're usually very...touchy."

he can feel himself turning red again. "t-touchy?"

you meet his eyes and a pretty smile breaks over your face at how bashful he looks, making jungkook's cheeks tinge even pinker than they already are. you nod cutely so your earrings tinkle, eyes shining, and suddenly he understands without any context why he fell in love with you, why he married you so young. you let a comfortable silence settle over the room before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself. "how much do you remember, jungkook?"

he tries not to cave under the weight of his guilt. "not a lot about...you, that is," he finishes with a wince, your sad eyes immediately making him wilt with shame. "i remember everything up until a couple of years ago. we had a show at the japanese dome, debuted in america, and then...nothing. and now..."

"and now," you echo softly. your eyes look distant, staring at the floor.

"i'm sorry," jungkook whispers, chin touching his chest. "hyung told me...they all told me how much i loved you and...and i'm sorry i don't remember any of it. i'm so sorry."

you shake your head gently. "don't be sorry, jungkook-ah," the pet name makes his ears perk up. its a familiar, calming sound. "none of this is your fault. you didn't ask to get hit by that car." your expression turns remorseful, tugging at his heart. "if anything, this is because of me. the only reason you were out was because i asked you to go and get eggs and formula even though i should've remembered to pick some up on the way home and-"

"no, no! please don't blame yourself," jungkook tries, wishing he was close enough or even brave enough to take your hand. you look up at him and he catches a glimpse of the endless pool of love you harbour for him, like a punch to the chest. "i don't ever want you thinking this was your fault. so ple-" he pauses. "wait, formula?"

the door bursts open before he can finish, pitter patter steps rounding his bed until it reaches the other side, where you sit. a little girl with big dark eyes and curls of dark hair stares at him in wonder and elation, her cheeks dimpling just like yours before she screeches, "appa!"

jungkook's mouth goes dry. appa?

you're quick to intervene, putting yourself in the toddlers path to scoop her up in your arms. her grabby little hands struggle over your shoulder, fingers wriggling in attempt to get as close to jungkook as possible. he only stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, heart hammering in his chest when he sees the uncanny resemblances: his round nose. your brown skin but just a twinge fairer. his hooded eyes. and his stomach lurches.

"shhh, eunmi," you coo as you carry her away even with her squirming. "remember what i said before? appa is sick. appa is sick, baby-"

"we have a child?" jungkook wheezes, eyes starting to glaze over. there's a bout of silence when you look back at him guiltily, the baby's fumbling grinding to a halt when she registers the tension in the air. jungkook's breath is barely a whisper. "is that my daughter?"

your face crumples with a fresh bout of tears and eunmi looks on worriedly. she pushes her little lips into your cheek in a baby's kiss, like she's seen her father do so many times to get your attention. the word "amma," is muffled into your skin until you get yourself together and press a short kiss to her head.

yoongi rushes in, face twisted in apology. "i swear to god i turned around for one minute and-"

"it's okay, yoongi," you say quietly, stroking the baby's head. "eunmi, stay with uncle just a bit longer, okay? amma will be back in a minute..."

"appa," she whines over your shoulder, reaching for jungkook who sits helplessly in his bed. he watches with tears wetting his eyelashes, heart twisting in agony at the sight of his child he doesn't remember stretching her arms out for him. she begins to cry when he doesn't react or coo her. like he used to.

"take her, yoongi," you say shakily, passing the baby to him. the sound of eunmi's crying makes your heart shatter all over again, yoongi's quiet hushing doing nothing to qualm her sobbing as the heavy door closes behind them.

the silence that falls between the two of you is nothing short of excruciating. jungkook's head spins, completely overwhelmed: is that why you both got married so young? because of a child? was this why jimin and namjoon wouldn't say a damn thing about his life until he spoke to you first?

and then all the other questions that followed: was he a good father? when was his daughter's birthday? did she like kimchi and banana milk too? did he sing to her? read to her often?

would she ever forgive him for not being able to remember her?

"her name is eunmi," you say, looking down at the floor when jungkook starts to cry.

jungkook doesn't understand how his baby could be so pretty. she's golden brown like those sandy beaches on postcards, with chubby cheeks and twinkling dark eyes that resemble yours to a t, and that's when he realises of course she's beautiful. she's yours. you balance eunmi on your hip while you make coffee - decaf, since you're still weaning - and despite the amnesia jungkook feels like he's been here before, in this warm, happy place that is the kitchen.

"she got your nose though," you remind him, dumping the baby in his lap upon her fussing. she always seemed to wind down under his touch, and although nervous about the sudden responsibility of fatherhood, jungkook is compelled to give it. eunmi doesn't understand anything's changed so he doesn't see why he should act like it. "she's whiny before her milk too. like you."

"hey!" he retorts, but can't exactly defend himself. he twirls his fingers around her curly pigtails until she catches on and tries to stand on his thighs, reaching for his hair to yank. jungkook lets her. he's barely known his daughter a week and he's already so smitten he'd let her gut him open with a butter knife.

"she missed you, you know. when you were in hospital all this time," you say, making him look up to watch you stare into your drink. the fear still lingers in your eyes, faint and persistent. he can see it every time you look at him and it makes his body yearn to touch you like he once did, like he once would have before his brain unlearned everything his heart didn't. you laugh while watching eunmi pull his hair again, making him hiss. "even yoongi tried but no one coddles her as much as you."

"really?" he asks, face lighting up. he's so happy to hear that. jungkook hates the way the question bubbles up in the back of his throat, like it'd make a difference or it'd change how he felt. but he has to ask it. "is that why...is that why we got married so early, then?" he says, trying to sound as offhand as possible. "because of eunmi?"

you chew your lip. "yeah. i mean, you said it wasn't a big deal. because you were going to marry me eventually so it didn't make a difference, but...it doesn't really matter i guess, because that's not what everyone else thinks," you pause, tracing the rim of your mug again. "that's certainly not what your fans think."

jungkook doesn't even want to think about it. the backlash, the gossip, the name calling and dehumanisation. for the first time in his life jungkook couldn't give less of a shit about his reputation. "i'm sorry," he says, feeling like the word has lost meaning by now with how much he's said it. "i'm so sorry. not for this, for us or for eunmi. i don't regret any of that i just," he shifts the baby in his lap, still getting used to her weight. "i can only imagine what you went through."

you look a bit bewildered. "...you said that last time too." you smile again reassuringly. "please don't feel solely responsible, kook-ah. you didn't exactly get me pregnant on your own."

he flushes tomato red and you giggle at him until eunmi joins in too.

jungkook can't keep his eyes off you while you play with the baby, comb out her hair, sing her lullabies while you bathe her together. he'd always wanted a whirlwind romance as a teen and it looks like he finally got it, because he can feel himself fall head first in love with you (all over again). it didn’t make sense for someone to be so collected and easygoing after having motherhood forced onto you so abruptly. you tell him often that he's a picture-perfect dad, but jungkook still doubts he compares.

"does she need a change?" he asks, struggling to keep all of eunmi's wriggling limbs in his grip.

"nope, just hungry," you say, reaching out when he passes the baby to you. you're about to stand up and go to the guest room to feed her, but jungkook is already arranging the pillows next to him for you, grabbing a baby cloth on the side too.

"do you need another pillow?" he muses aloud, but he's already grabbing the ones on his side of the bed before you can answer, forming a wedge for you to sit nicely beside him. he looks up at you when you fail to move. "are you okay?"

"yeah i, um," you chew your lip nervously. "you don't...mind me feeding here?"

you immediately regret the question once it leaves your mouth. jungkook's crestfallen expression hits you right in the stomach, round eyes glittering up at you. he hasn't looked this upset since he woke up nearly a month ago. "why would i ever mind?”

"oh jungkook," you sniff, sitting beside him. he pulls you into the nest of pillows beside him, arm winding protectively around your shoulders. your eyes brim with sympathy tears, tired and angry and upset with treating him like a stranger.

"if i make you feel uncomfortable, i can go," he offers quietly. "if it makes you feel weird i understand..."

"no, not at all," you rush to stop him, suddenly realising how close you are. you could kiss his pink little lips if you just tilted your head up. "i just didn't want to make you feel weird. all this new stuff is happening to you, you're suddenly a husband and a father with no recollection of signing up or it and i just...i don't know how much you want to invest the second time around," you scramble to finish your sentence when he pins you with a concerned expression. “as in, i understand if you don’t want to make the same choice twice. it’s a big decision.”

he shakes his head dismissively. there wasn't a thing in the world that could make him turn his back on his family but it looked like you still needed convincing. he peers at you curiously when you position the baby. "so i can stay?"

you smile at him eagerly. "of course," you undo the nursing strap of your bra before the baby finally latches. "i actually prefer it when you're here. it makes me feel safe."

jungkook watches quietly while you hum for the baby, playing with her little hand while she drinks. the adoration seeps out of him in waves, how serene you look while you rock her, how angelic eunmi looks while she blinks her big doll eyes up at you both. she won't stay this little forever. he feels so overwhelmed by it, gathering you further in his arms with the urge to hold his family in his hands like a diamond. you don't question the little sniffles jungkook buries into your hair, resting your head on his shoulder wordlessly. you missed being held by him, missed his cotton scent and gentle breath.

"i love her so much," he whispers into the shell of your ear, entranced by the baby's little gurgles and gulps. he reaches out to run his knuckle over the velvet of her cheek, round and stuffed with milk. "i feel like i'll die, i love her so much."

"me too," you smile. "it was scary and hard for a long time but...i'm so glad we had her. i wouldn't trade her for anything."

you feel jungkook's lips trace your temple, heart stuttering upon the sudden contact. you hear what he doesn’t say: i wouldn't trade either of you.

"why are you so sweaty?" jimin scowls, noting the dark patches under jungkook's t-shirt when he tries to take the baby from his arms. "it's not even humid today."

jungkook doesn't do anything but gulp and cuddle a sleeping eunmi closer to his chest. she's become somewhat of a security blanket for him; even if she wasn't awake to play, he was always itching to hold her and nuzzle into her head when he's tense or embarrassed. like now.

"leave him alone, you know he sweats when he's shy," yoongi grins.

"stop it," jungkook mumbles.

"shy? what for?"

"because he's got a crush on his wife," namjoon snickers, knowing jungkook would whack him one if his arms weren't around his kid. "why are you looking at me like that? it's true!"

"but you can't just say it! she'll hear!" he hisses.

"you're married," jimin deadpans but it only makes the younger boy curl in on his baby more. "god, this reminds of when you two met. remember how he used to hide behind manager hyung every time ____ came in? and then i had to listen to them fuck in the next room for a year only to end up back here all over again-"

"jungkook," you call. "where did these come from?" you walk into the sitting room with a bouquet of yellow roses nestled in your arms. "did a fan send them? i didn't see a note they were just on the worktop-"

"th-those are for you," he mumbles. "i got those for you."

you look so pretty when you stare it makes him sweat harder and the three older boys all but burst a vein in their head trying not to laugh when leaving the room. there's an awkward silence where you clutch the flowers and he clutches the baby. "thank you," you say finally. "they're beautiful, i love the colour yellow..."

his big doe eyes round up to look at you even though the lower half of his face is smushed into pigtails. "you're welcome."

"can i kiss you?" you blurt out, too fast to stop it. your cheeks are still stinging and you're pretty sure you have baby powder in your hair but jungkook looks at you with awe as he nods so vigorously his earrings shake.

so you do, leaning over the arm of the sofa to press your mouth over his long enough for both your breaths to catch. you pull away, moving to sit next to him so his free arm can wind around your shoulders when you kiss him again. "please," he mumbles when you part. "please don't ask to kiss me. just do it," he leans for another long, warm kiss that leaves you light headed. "stop tip-toeing around me, okay? we're married. i know i scare easy, but not that easy."

you feel giddy, finally feeling the weight being lifted piece by piece. "okay," you peck his mole endearingly before scooting up for another kiss. "i missed this."

"me too," he hums into your mouth. "it feels like the first time but also...not the first time, you know? not just because i don't remember but like," he doesn't know how to say it, wetting his lips thoughtfully. your chapstick is cherry flavoured, his favourite. "like we've been doing this for longer than both of us even realise. longer than this life."

"i know," you nod. "i know."

after a while, you forgot about jungkook's amnesia altogether. even though the chances of him making a full recovery were slim, it all felt so normal and back to routine, all the kissing and the cuddling and the playing with eunmi. there was almost no room for trepidation anymore. until now.

you moan into jungkook's mouth when he pulls you onto his thighs, big hands palming your ass when you grind into him. he's only mildly concerned that he'll cum in his pants at this rate but he doesn't fret too much: that was secondary to undressing you and touching you and pleasing you and making you scream as loud as he could make you without waking the baby. he has nearly three years of re-learning your body to catch up on and he's eager to start.

he's quickly reminded during this process that you are a master. you know exactly where to kiss him, exactly how much pressure to kneed into his cock with your hips, exactly how much tongue he wants in his mouth until he's whining and damp for you. of course you know his body like the back of your hand - your child wasn't conceived from thin air. it makes him all the more desperate to learn, almost antsy to get his mouth and hands on you until you're writhing and breathless beneath him.

you gasp when you feel his hand slip between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your shorts. you automatically rock your covered wetness into his touch, the long whimper you muffle into his neck sending jungkook soaring through the clouds with pride. you're so lost in the feeling, having missed it so much, you're barely able to squeak a stop! when he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your panties.

his eyes shoot open. "what's wrong?"

"j-jungkook," you shuffle in his grip, feeling so embarrassed under his scrutiny you don't know where to look. "it's not that i want you to stop but. listen, just," you cling to his shoulders, shivering when his hands drag reassuringly up to your waist. "just remember that...i've had a kid, okay? i'm not gonna look like before."

he blinks. "i don't remember what you looked like before."

"no, i mean like," you lick your lips, tasting him there. "it's still something to keep in mind. i'm not gonna be as smooth and perky in places like all those idol girls you perform next to, so just-" he watches you fumble nervously in his lap, the growing disbelief making him blink. "don't expect too much okay? things might not look the way you imagine them to and i don't want you to feel-"

"stop," he cuts off, tugging you so you're seated over his erection again. the look jungkook pins you with is so intense you can feel your pulse thrum in your ears, the harsh rise and fall of his chest making him appear that much more passionate. "this body," he slips his hands up your top, palming your skin. "made my child. i take offence to it being spoken about with anything less than admiration, even by you."

"kook-ah," you say nervously, but still let him remove your pj top over your head before you laying you under him on the bed. you don't know why your eyes suddenly prick with tears when he traces over your stretch marks and discoloured skin with his smooth lips. "this kept my daughter warm," he kisses under your navel, sliding up to your heavy breasts. he kisses each darkened nipple, swollen from the baby's mouth. "these feed her." he rises further still, before planting his mouth on your forehead in a short peck. "and this raises her. so how can i be anything but proud to touch you?"

"jungkook, stop," you sniff, tears wetting your lashes. your eyes fall shut when he wipes them away with his thumb, lips ghosting over your cheeks and nose.

"what did i say about tip-toeing around me?" he whispers, forcing you to look him in the eye. only then do you see the tears there, all the ardour and respect he holds for you pooling in those brown depths. "i'm your husband. let me be your husband."

you kiss him before you can start crying again, letting him part your mouth and taste you long and hard before finally undressing himself and slipping your shorts off. this is all a first for him, and it's been so long since you've done this it's almost like a first for you too, frantic and messy and desperate to feel jungkook lodged inside you where he belongs. you know he must share the sentiment when he splits your thighs over the narrow of his hips, hooking them there while he gets a good look of his erection rubbing through your slick.

no wonder i knocked her up, jungkook muses faintly. i don't think i can ever stop doing this.

"jungkook, please," you run a hand through his hair, grinding against his cock in encouragement but he still won't take the plunge. instead, your voice reminds him of his initial objective, causing him to saunter down between your legs faster than you can process. he's licking into you before you can have a second thought about it, mouth falling open with a loud moan when he traces around your clit in firm circles.

he has your knees over his shoulders and his arms wound around your hips so you have nowhere to go, nothing to do but buck into his attentive mouth, jungkook's groans vibrating against you until you can barely keep yourself together - he's always enjoyed this as much as you have. which is why he takes his time, explores every crevice and subsequent response, relishing in the gush of wetness when he does something right. he even goes as far as holding his tongue stagnant against your folds so you have no choice but to rub yourself into him for friction, so entranced he is by your invigorating reactions. only when you're squirming and whimpering with deliriousness does he finally give in and resume a steady pace over your swollen clit, two fingers sliding in home so you have something to come around. and you do.

messy and wet and shrieking into the pillow by your head so that you're muffled enough to not wake the baby down the hall, your orgasm drawing out longer than normal as you do your best to ride it out. jungkook carries you through it, gulping down as much of your arousal as he can manage until your hips finally drop back into the bed in post-climax exhaustion. on the contrary, the only reason he stops lapping at you is because you tug him away by the hair, bringing him up to you and between your legs again before he can do anything about it.

he splutters with a moan at the sudden contact of your wetness against his cock again, eyes fluttering shut and allowing you to bring him in, arms and legs winding securely around him so that you're flush against each other, hips rocking in tandem. jungkook is so caught up in the feeling - not the sex but the safety of being held, being connected like this - that you're the one to reach down and position his tip against your hot center, before finally running your hands down your husband's back to cup his ass and shove him into you.

jungkook gasps, breath shaking at how tight you are. you're so hot, so snug around him his eyes shut upon instinct, letting your hands guide his hips and showing him how to move in that perfect rolling motion that you're only familiar with after years of practice. and jungkook, of course, is a fast learner. it doesn't take long for him to take the reigns and fuck you just how you like it, adding in a sharp snap of his hips every now and again just to listen to you squeak in surprise. the wet sounds of your joined arousal coupled with you moaning under him is near cathartic, sending him hurtling to his finish line.

but before he can get there you shift him over, thick thighs helping you roll and pin him under you on the bed. jungkook grapples at your waist when you resume a slower but harder rock of your hips that has his length grinding against your clenching walls, his head thrown back at the intensity of it. you ride him through it, peppering the moles on his pretty neck with kisses and sucks, mouth finding his stiff little nipple to give it a swirl too. it's exactly what he needs to finish off, fingers digging into your flesh as he bucks wildly, filling you full of his seed while he calls your name. you slow to a stop when his hands finally fall limp on your thighs, his chest heaving under you and covered in sweat. you giggle. he always got so sweaty.

"you did so well, kookie," you whisper, kissing his damp neck and collar bones. his arms are suddenly around you again for comfort. "you were so good for me...always so good to me..."

"you," he croaks finally, eyes half lidded and a little delirious. "you didn't finish?"

you giggle at his genuine concern, pecking his wet lips. "i got mine, remember?"

"how many times?" jungkook is suddenly alert, tugging your wrist to get your attention before you can climb off him. his other hand is still around your middle so moving was out of the question until he allowed it. he was still inside you. "how many times do i usually make you come?"

you blink in embarrassment. you never really thought about it, let alone counted. "um...i don't know..." he waits for an answer, awfully serious about it. "a-at least two or three, i guess."

you yelp when he flips you back over, fingers immediately prying your cum soaked folds apart to nestle inside. "then don't act like we're done."

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #myfic #dont we all love a memory loss au

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 years ago

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bridgerton--the good, the bad, the ugly

The short of it: Bridgerton excellently captures the tone of Regency romance novels and offers a lot of escapism and great sex scenes, but could definitely use some serious work in terms of how it depicts race and it should have made some further alterations to the dated and flawed source material. Definitely loved a lot of it and am hotly anticipating the second season, but I want to see more work done and I HOPE that this encourages the adaptation of better (and less inherently flawed) romance novels.

Now for the longer take.

The Good

Bridgerton depicted sex and romance in a way that is totally different from anything I’ve seen in period dramas, for sure, but possibly different from anything I’ve seen on TV. The romance of it all was woven into almost every aspect of the show. There is the handsome and seemingly severe but extravagantly wealthy and sexually adept duke sweeping into town. The (multiple) rakes who just want to have fun while also being hot messes. The awakening of female sexuality and the copious use of the female gaze. (Note the pretty modest and minimal focus on female nudity, while we get plenty of lingering shots on Simon.). People want love! There is pretty minimal violence and perhaps the most physically violent scene involves Simon beating a man up because HE IMPEACHED DAPHNE’S HONOR~.

The sex scenes themselves focused on Daphne’s pleasure for the most part, and were probably among the best I’ve seen since Outlander in terms of chemistry, in terms of the visuals, in terms of focus on sex as an act of emotional connection and FUN. Yes, there was some Unlikely Vaginal Orgasming, but we also saw Simon tell Daphne about masturbation. On the wedding night, he was pretty clearly touching her to help her enjoy it. He ate her out... a good bit.

And aside from that, we got all of the grand speeches, the stolen glances and touches, an excellent buildup of sexual tension that led to some pretty hilarious moments.

I also really enjoyed many of the performances on this show. Rege-Jean and Phoebe had great chemistry and excellent back and forth. Jonathan was a GREAT Anthony. I would argue that as lackluster as I found his relationship with Siena (more on that in a minute) it largely existed as a way to set him up for his romance with Kate. He now has even more of a reason to be down with love, as opposed to solely relying on a kind of flimsy tragic backstory. Additionally, his overprotectiveness of Daphne added tension to the story and made him a source of comedic relief for me? I loved it. Give me disaster Anthony all day; can’t wait until he falls to the enemies to lovers trope just like Simon fell to his FLAW-FREE fake dating plan.

A lot of the changes I found were really good. Obviously, it was important that the show incorporated greater diversity (though they need way more). Benedict was INFINITELY more fun and interesting than he was in the novels, and acted as another standout for me. As much as I hate Portia Featherington, I think that the elevation of her to a proper villainess is probably necessary and Polly Walker excels at those types of roles, though they need to maybe have her be less like, actively racist. I adored the addition of Queen Charlotte; she was excellent comic relief. Lady Danbury’s expanded role and relationship to Simon was one of the best moves they made. It touched my entire soul.

Buuuut....

The Bad

The show needs to work on casting more men that are frankly on Rege-Jean’s level. It feels a bit awkward to see a guy that is by most people’s standards kind of stunning and then.... Colin looks twelve. Lord Philip is like... a farm guy. Get rid of the sideburns, we’re in romance novel territory.

In the same note, the girl who played Siena wasn’t a great actress and wasn’t super stunning, so even though I’m fine with her being a placeholder.... Eh. Go for better casting. The woman playing Madame Delacroix would’ve played that role so much better and I really enjoyed her dynamic with Benedict because she was just fun.

Frankly, I don’t know what the fuck they’re going to do to make me want to watch Penelope and Colin fall in love. Their book was already a bit basic--fun, but far from revolutionary. I don’t really get why they would receive attention similar to that of Kate and Anthony, basically. The issue is that Colin, again, looks and sound rather young and twerpy. It obviously wasn’t great for him to be tricked into raising another man’s child, but.... For fuck’s sake, how much would that have affected his life on a practical level. He’d never know unless he was told, thanks to the lack of DNA tests. He was marrying far out of his league in terms of attractiveness. He’s a rich white guy in England with a supportive family.

I really disliked the fact that Colin told Marina in his huffy little tantrum that he would have married her anyway--because would you have, buddy? Really? The thing is that Marina had no way of knowing that and her entire life (and the reputations of her cousins) was on the line. She didn’t know if she could trust Colin to keep her secret. They barely knew each other. He basically came off as a whiny child and I’m fine with him staying in Greece if that’s the plan.

Penelope was just... psychotic. And that was really disappointing, because I love Nicola and would love to have loved to see the fat girl get her sexy love story. But first off, lol, it wouldn’t have been sexy because Colin was miscast. Second, she basically tried to destroy Marina’s life and that of her sisters? And herself? Because Colin? Because Colin, a guy who hasn’t even shown any amount of attraction to her at this point? Her tears, her whining, it was all too much. Penelope was dealing with a crush and Marina was dealing with the real Grown Woman issues of a child out of wedlock and as it turned out a dead lover and they were not on equal footing.

I mean, Penelope could very well make a great villainess at this point, and if done well I’d embrace it. But I do not know how the fuck they can make me interested in her love story. And the idea of her basically being launched into villainy because she was this chubby white girl obsessively jealous of a beautiful black woman...... not a great look.

The show definitely needs to explore diversity in terms of sexuality too--I don’t think it’s correct to read Benedict as straight because he still seems to be open to exploring. Once he has more screentime, I think he could totally end up being bisexual, and it’s possible that the writers were trying to feel the audience out in terms of their receptiveness to taking a straight character who has a big straight love story in the books and making him LGBT+. Eloise could also easily be a lesbian, and I’d be thrilled to see that happen. They need to do something to expand the world, and if there are 8 Bridgerton kids, all of them being straight as an arrow seems SO unlikely.

The Ugly

Obviously, the rape scene was bad and should have been written out. Simon could have gotten caught up in the moment and blown up at Daphne after he accidentally didn’t pull out in time. Men.... accidentally don’t pull out in time... a lot. That’s how babies happen. It would’ve been believable, and due to our sympathies being with Simon largely, I don’t think he would have become irredeemable if he was more at fault than Daphne.

As it was, I will say that the scene was somewhat better than it played in the books because Simon was conscious and totally sober, and it was a bit? Confusing? That he didn’t just roll Daphne over and pull out? Because she wasn’t really clearly trying as hard as she was in the book to wrap her legs around him and hold him tight. But it remained a rape scene. The show also did a better job, I think, of establishing how fucked up it was that Simon took advantage of Daphne’s lack of knowledge. Whatever he said about thinking she knew what was up--he knew she didn’t even know about masturbation. He had to know she wouldn’t understand what pulling out meant. He did very clearly mislead her to think that he was sterile and therefore denied Daphne her ability to give informed consent. Did that justify what Daphne did? Nope. Two wrongs don’t make a right. But both of them did a fucked up thing and I think that we honestly could’ve stopped at Simon’s misleading.

The issue too is that this leads into a bigger problem the show had. It wanted to include diversity (yay!) but did not consider the total implications of what was happening (not yay). Daphne and Simon’s dynamic is inevitably influenced by the fact that she’s a white woman and he’s a black man, regardless of whatever handwaves happened. This influences the sexual assault and makes it even more messy.

Speaking of mess, I’m not sure what exactly would have fixed the “we don’t want this to be a colorblind casting” issue... but the explanation they came up with wasn’t good. Never mind that this makes everything SUPER confusing (racism is over like..... maybe 50 years MAX after Queen Charlotte’s marriage if we assume she was a teen when she married and is in her 60s now?) but Lady Danbury’s dialogue explaining this was HORRENDOUS. “One of them fell in love with one of us”. The implications are awful. I don’t know if perhaps setting back the integration of society centuries earlier would have helped? But this wasn’t it.

Additionally, the writers and casting directors didn’t seem to get that diversity is all well and good, but what about the fact that almost every black character has a light skin tone? Why are there so few black female characters? Why is Marina, the most prominent woc on the show, given the “pregnant and desperately trying to trick a man into marrying her until her jealous white cousin fucks her life up and she is humiliated into settling for a loveless match” plot? I desperately hope we see her next season, falling in love with Sir Phillip or perhaps having experienced a plot twist that gives her someone else... And she better not die. Eloise can find someone else if Marina really ends up with Sir Philip.

Ultimately, again, I really loved the show. But it needs to work on some things. I think that a lot of its issues can be addressed and fixed in a future season, and I HOPE they do that.

#bridgerton #but fuck polin for life lol

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chibimyumi · 3 years ago

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Hello Chibimyumi! This isn't Kuro-related at all, but I wanted to ask if you are watching the current series "MARS RED," as, from how you've described your tastes, its content/presentation seem like something you'd enjoy. It adapts stage readings, so its visual vocabulary is steeped in the theatre, & the writing is pleasantly subtle with a lot communicated through nonverbal character "acting"- much different from how exaggerated most anime is. If you are watching, I'd love to hear your thoughts

【Related post: Furukawa in MARS RED Super Sound Theatre】

Dear Anon,

My apologies for the late reply! When I received your ask I hadn’t watched MARS RED yet, that is why I decided to wait for a bit before answering you. Your ask reminded me to watch this anime which I had shelved for a bit.

Now I am watching it, and I am enjoying it very much. So thank you for reminding me (*´▽｀*) I am also really happy that you not just guessed, but even pin-pointed what makes this series my taste! (*≽ω≼*) Flattered.

So, what do I think of the series? Like you said, I really like how subtle this series is, AND YET HAS ITS CAMPINESS!!! I mean, steampunk vampires? Yes.

The world is very mesmerising, and I can just feel like I’m in the Taisho Era. The world feels alive, and that is very important to me. The way the world is drawn and animated brings this incredible atmosphere to it, I think just a few screenshots can give anyone a sample-taste of it.

Save for a few, I think the characters in this show are very likable (I will come back to this a bit later). I don’t see one clear main character; it is just a main character team. And I love that. I like how each character has their own anime-quirk, but most of them are more than just that. In particular I came to like Defrott a lot. He really is what the makers were making him to be. An ancient being trapped in a child’s body. Very often in series I see such character concepts, but I just never quite buy how truly old they are. With Defrott however, I can very clearly see the experience and solitude that has built up inside him from over the centuries, and I love it.

On the downside, the supposed main character is quite flat in the series: Kurusu Shutaro. To me, he is the main “culprit” of the “save for a few” I mentioned above.

The anime adaptation and the Super Sound Theatre share their cores, but otherwise they are quite different. The anime is more world-centred, while the theatre is character-centred. And when I first met Kurusu, it was in the character-centred theatre version. In the theatre version, Kurusu is in his own right the main character, whereas in the anime (so far!) he is a bit delegated to the sidelines, making me wonder: "is....he going to become the main character? If not, why is he in the centre of every poster?"

In the theatre version, Kurusu makes his entrance with a mental breakdown and panic attack, so you immediately get a good glimpse of who he was, what changed for him, and what was at stake. In being turned into a vampire, Kurusu didn't lose his literal life, but he did lose his "life". He can no longer walk under the sun, and he can no longer meet anybody he knew and loved.

In both the anime and the theatre version, an important side-character dies. Without spoiling too much I shall call them "X" for now. In the anime X dies because they tried to lift the debris from character Y who was mortally wounded in a sudden earth quake. In moving the debris, character X was exposed to sunlight which killed them.

In the theatre version, the death of character X is way more meaningful than its animated counterpart. In this universe, vampires come in S, A, B, C and Unranked class. The higher the class, the stronger the vampire, but also the less resilient they are against anti-vampire elements, such as “sunlight”.

The enemy army had a lot of lower ranked soldiers, so they were disadvantaged against the Japanese Vampire Unit which had Kurusu, an A-rank vampire. (One A-rank vampire is the equivalent of an entire unit in power). So in order to gain the upper hand, the enemy strategy was to drag the battle out as long as possible to force the A-rank Kurusu to stay until dawn and let the rising sun take care of him. Character X noticed, so they sacrificed themselves to preserve Kurusu, for Kurusu is the Japanese army’s best weapon.

Upon X’s death, Kurusu let out a terrifying roar of grief......and it was beautiful (´；ω；`)ｳｯ… You just saw the aftermath of what this sacrifice of X did to Kurusu, and how he gradually lost even more of his “humanity” now that he lost his only friend on top of just being preserved as “the best weapon”.

So far I have only seen the 7 episodes that are available of MARS RED anime, but I have yet to see ANYTHING to make me actually care about the supposed main character. It’s not even that Anime!Kurusu doesn’t do anything that makes me care, it’s that he hasn’t even taken any memorable action at all, or even actively partakes in the series.

In the first post from last year linked above I inserted the tag: “....Studio PLEASE don’t make Kurusu a whiny boring self-insert character... I beg of you”......Well... I guess they didn’t do just THAT..... but they just didn’t do ANYTHING with him. BUT, we still have 5 episodes to go! Better late than never!

On net balance, I really, really am enjoying MARS RED anime a lot, and I can’t wait for more!! If I just forget that Kurusu is supposed to be the main character and pretend/accept that in this version the other characters are the focus, the anime is entirely fine!

A definite recommendation for sure! Thank you for that, Anon!

#MARS RED #Anime #Super Sound Theatre #Kurusu Shutaro

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claymorecut · 3 years ago

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BABYSITTING A 26 YEAR OLD WOMAN IS NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER’S JOB!

A GINTSU FANFICTION

CHAPTER 1

The life of a main character is never an easy one. So much they have to look at, so many they need to motivate and inspire, their goals, aspirations and responsibilities- it’s like their job can never end, even if the series does.

However, the same cannot be said for our rather unmotivated MC here.

It was a pleasant morning and once again in the Sakata household, our main character seems to have been doing the same as always.

With his legs propped up on the desk and a JUMP in his left hand, Sakata Gintoki gulped down the last of his favorite strawberry milk from the carton as his eyes scanned the contents of his precious JUMP magazine. With Kagura travelling around the universe with her baldy father and Shinpachi handling the dojo, he found himself alone at home as he enjoyed his day off. It may come as a surprise but apparently, for the last two weeks, our lazy and nonchalant MC has been constantly handling all the work alone at the Yorozuya without catching a single break. And as much as he appreciated the payment from his clients, he really missed slacking off like this. There was no work today and finally in a few hours, he can visit the pachinko parlor and drink sake to his heart’s content.

Taking a day off after working so hard surely feels like an achievement. Gintoki leisurely thought as he put the magazine down on the desk and stretched his arms. Yawning, he stood up from his seat and walked towards the little TV. Switching it on, he flipped the channel to Ketsuno Ana’s news show and flopped down on the sofa as he patiently waited for his favorite weather girl to appear on screen. However, this didn’t last long as he heard the phone ring.

Gintoki groaned mentally as he stood up from his seat and walked towards the area where he was seated before. “Hello? Yorozuya speaking.” And his voice was as dead as ever.

“GIN-SANNN!” It was Seita screeching from the other side and with that heard, Gintoki slammed the phone down. Not to be presumptuous or anything but he had a pretty decent idea why Seita was calling him and that too with that whiny voice of his. No way was he going to listen to that brat’s pleas to help him with his studies while he complains about how strict Tsukuyo’s teaching methods are. It is not the very first time that the kid has called him up like this for the same reason but today, he was not falling for it. He is supposed to enjoy his day and relax a little, not teach a kid stupid history lessons. And especially with THAT lady.

Rubbing his forehead, Gintoki once again decided to forget about these shenanigans and enjoy his day to the fullest. But once again, his peace was interrupted with the phone ringing.

And Gintoki was in no mood to listen to ANY REQUESTS today.

“Listen here kid, I haven't taken a break for the last two weeks from work and the Yorozuya is closed today so, I’m not gonna tea-“

“But Gin-san, at least list-“

“No buts! I’m TIRED and I'm NOT helping you with your homework today!”

“But Gin-san it’s not homewo-“

“Oh then it must a stupid school project of yours! How about you ask that demon tutor of yours for some help and leave me alone for today!?”

“But it IS about Tsukuyo-nee-“

“Now don’t start your compl-“

“But Gin-san-“

“I’m hanging up kid, enjoy your day and let me enjoy mine.”

“TSUKUYO-NEE HAS TURNED INTO A KID!”

“……”

“H-hello?”

“……”

“H-hello, Gin-san?”

“…..I’m not falling for that crap.”

“GIN-SAN!!!”

Looks like our MC has something to do today after all.

*****

Gintoki had no idea what was going on anymore.

One moment he was at his house, relaxing and planning how he was gonna spend the rest of his day perfectly and the next moment he finds himself taking his scooter out and kick-starting it to visit Yoshiwara.

The phone call with Seita did not last long after that grand confession as he simply just heard Seita plea to him one last time again before hanging up. If he was being honest with himself, the kid did sound a little worried. Sure, regarding the situation he does not have much information or context and Tsukuyo turning into a kid sounded a little too ridiculous to him but he still thought maybe checking the situation there a little won’t harm him. Plus, he can always ask for free sake in return.

Parking his scooter in front of the teahouse, Gintoki observed the area within his vision and not to his surprise, everything looked normal. The streets were a little busy with construction workers carrying a few heavy piles of wood to their designated area but apart from that, Yoshiwara looked normal. Hinowa was standing right inside the teahouse, discussing some paper works with a Hyakka member and well, apart from looking a little more busy than usual, she looked pretty normal as well. Nothing looked out of ordinary and even though he did not see Tsukuyo around, he pretty much guessed that she was alright too and was working somewhere like the workaholic she is.

I knew that brat was lying damn it! He grunted, thinking how he fell in the kid's trap again.

Noticing the silver-haired samurai standing in front of the teahouse, Hinowa dismissed the Hyakka member as she smiled warmly to welcome him. “Gin-san, thank goodness you came.”

Gintoki walked inside the teahouse with his usual dead-fish eyes as he took a seat in one of the benches placed there. “I guess it couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged, speaking in his nonchalant voice.

Taking a seat on a bench in front of him, Hinowa apologetically smiled at the tired samurai. “I am genuinely sorry for the inconvenience, Gin-san. I’ve been busy with the renovation work and that’s why I told Seita to call you. He did tell me after calling you how busy you were lately but we really need your help right now.”

Surely, Gintoki was a little pissed about Seita lying to him but he really did feel a guilty for not accepting his request. On a closer look, Hinowa did look pretty stressed and there were dark circles under her eyes. Plus, he couldn’t find Tsukuyo anywhere. Must be out there working like always. “But I need you treat me with some really great sake later.”

“Of course!” Hinowa cheerfully replies. “I’m glad you agreed to it. I hope Seita has told you everything. I’ll explain the situation to you properly.”

Situation? “Um..okay. But don’t you guys complain later if something goes wrong.”

“Oh what are you saying, Gin-san! I have complete faith in you!”

They were talking about the same situation, right? Well, of course she wants the best for her child. Guess I’ll have to do my best as a tutor too. “Okay…so I’ll be going to Seita-kun’s room-“

Hinowa blinked confusingly at this. “Eh?”

“.....How am I supposed to help him with his project then?”

“……Project?”

Now Gintoki was sweating with extreme pressure. Did Gintoki just had a huge misunderstanding? Was what Seita saying…true? No way was he gonna believe in that lie. “W-well, of course. That’s why he called me and made up this thing about Tsukuyo so I can-“

“Yes, Tsukuyo! But Seita didn't made up-“

NO WAY has she turned into a child! “P-please don’t joke like that Hinowa-san-” he stuttered, confusion and panic clear in his voice.

“But Gin-san-“

"Love drug was okay but THIS!? No way am I gonna believe THIS!"

"But Gin-san! Let me ex-"

“Hinowa. What’s goin’ on ‘ere?”

....

......

.........

The voice came from right behind him but something was certainly very wrong with it. Even though he did not want to believe it, the voice was oddly familiar. Young, but VERY familiar.

“Everything’s fine. Don’t worry about it, Tsukuyo.” Hinowa turned to the voice’s direction, who was apparently Tsukuyo.

Gintoki didn’t want to freak out and fortunately, he succeeded in that. But this uncanny feeling he had made his stomach churn with uneasiness and soon, he too found himself turning towards the direction of the child-like voice. And to his utter shock, there stood a kid. A kid so unfamiliar yet familiar he could just look at her with disbelief. Her blond hair was tied into a little bun and she was wearing a yellow yukata with white checkered patters and to his guess, she was almost 10 years old. Maybe his eyes were just ditching him due to exhaustion and he was just looking at a kid who very much resembled Tsukuyo and even has somewhat of a similar voice like her but the moment they landed on the oh-so familiar scar on her face, he knew he was facing reality.

The black kimono was gone. The heels were gone. That confident and mature face was now replaced with innocence and the curves and the legs his eyes often followed innocently(?) were also gone.

However, the person remained the same.

It was Tsukuyo. But now turned into a child…

“Okay.” Tsukuyo replied, her eyes skeptically looking at the silver-haired samurai. “May I ask who he is?”

……And she did not remember him!?

“Oh he is the one I told you about.” Hinowa replied with a sweet smile on her face. “The Savior of Yoshiwara, Sakata Gintoki.”

“Oh.” And she did not even…….look interested.

“Now now, don’t worry about me so much. You should get inside and take some rest. I have a few urgent things to discuss with him so I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Her voice was reassuring but at the same time he could hear her voice shake a little. What is going on!?

“Hmm. Okay.” Tsukuyo nodded obediently and went inside the main house before giving Gintoki another skeptical look. As for the man himself, he felt his eyes almost exit his sockets.

Hinowa sighed in relief and turned back to look at the baffled samurai to explain the situation. “Please Gin-san. Let me explain.”

Gintoki wanted to yell so, so badly right now. Explain!? EXPLAIN WHAT EXACTLY!? THIS!? The little Gintoki was yelling inside his head but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a strained whisper. “What the hell happened, Hinowa-san!?”

Breathing heavily, Hinowa finally answered the long awaited question. “Three days ago, Tsukuyo was handling the construction work of a few abandoned store houses here and while emptying the rooms, she accidently knocked over a small bottle of drug and inhaled it which was once used by the courtesans to replenish their youth.”

The information has now left him completely baffled. “A WHAT!?”

Understanding his confusion, Hinowa continued to explain the situation properly to him. “Almost thirty years ago, this drug was smuggled here by the Amantos and even though Hosen’s influence kept most drug dealers away, this specific drug was here in high demand among the courtesans for its effects. Just a small sniff from the little perfume-like bottle and it would show its work in a few seconds. However, the side effects of the drug soon started to show as some women felt their body weaken and suffered from mild memory loss which affected the business of many here. Hosen, after learning about these incidents and how it might seriously affect the business later, took a strict step and banned this drug completely from Yoshiwara and whatever was left here was all thrown out. However, maybe some of it was still left over that storehouse and that is why…Tsukuyo…”

This information caught Gintoki’s attention as he silently now observed Hinowa’s exhausted face. Her voice was almost a whisper but Gintoki could clearly hear it quiver a little and now he had a pretty decent idea that this was not a very simple situation.

“So, you mean to say Tsukuyo’s life is in danger?” Gintoki asked after processing all the information in his head to which Hinowa shook her head.

“I’m….not sure.” Sighing, she lowered her head down. “When the Hyakka members brought her here unconscious, we immediately called the doctor and had all the check-ups done. Maybe it’s because the drug was quite old that it did not affect Tsukuyo’s health much apart from a little fatigue but when she woke up, except for me, she….remembered no one in front of her. Not even Seita. And after explaining the effects of the drug and discussing everything with the doctor, he told me that her mind has gone back to her ten year old self along with her body and now, she remember everything only from that time. The doctor did say that the drug’s effects will wear off in a few days and her body will be back to normal but….he was not so sure whether her memories will come back or not.”

And with that said, Hinowa broke down.

When he first heard this news, Gintoki literally did not believe it because it just sounded so absurd. But now that Hinowa clearly explains the entire situation and especially, Tsukuyo’s condition, he suddenly feels a strange pang in his chest. “….You mean….she may lose her memory forever..?”

Hinowa silently nodded as she wipes her tears with her kimono sleeves.

“Then why didn’t you guys call me when it happened three days ago?” Gintoki asked, his voice low but slowly losing its casual tone.

“I did want to inform you early on.” Hinowa replied immediately. “But the work load here was too much and we were in no condition to compromise Tsukuyo’s mental state in such a short period of time. When I discussed the entire matter with the doctor, he told me that Tsukuyo regressing back to her child self and losing her memories simultaneously might also be a result of her subconscious trying to delete some past traumas. And so for now, he told us that we fabricate a good enough explanation for her to convince. For the last two days, I nagged her to rest properly and it was only today that she finally looked healthy and so I let her help me with some regular chores.”

Hinowa's voice sounded more and more tensed as she contined to explain the problem to him. Gintoki understood both of them were in no condition to discuss about this sensitive subject by just anxiously talking to each other. Moreover, he understood how frustrated Hinowa must have been with all of this. Especially because he too at one point lost his memories and saw how desperately Shinpachi and Kagura were trying to bring him back. And except all this, she was now singlehandedly handling the work going on here. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his racing heart down. Like Hinowa, he too was scared; especially with the fact that Tsukuyo might never remember him. But it was not the time for him as to act all confused and most importantly, they called him for help.

She needed help.

And honestly, if he ever again tutors Seita, he would love to tutor him with her by his side.

“…..How did you guys explain everything about Yoshiwara?”

Hinowa wiped off her tears as she again took a deep breath to explain further. “We told her everything. About Hosen and his defeat. About you and how you became the savior of this city. And as for her memory loss, we told her that she had an accident which has temporarily affected her memories. At first, she was a little confused but fortunately, I was able to convince her and she calmed down. And like always, she did not question me…However, the doctor has warned us that we do not mistakenly trigger memories of any unpleasant incident which has happened in the recent past to her and” And she took another deep breath, her forever cheerful eyes showing a sense of fear in them. “…..that’s exactly what I’m worried about the most.”

Gintoki has never seen Hinowa this scared for Tsukuyo. Not even when she was abducted and the entire Yoshiwara was on the verge of burning down. However, now that he sensed the fear in her eyes did he come to understand why she was so anxious. Past trauma. Any recent unpleasant incident. “You don’t mean…”

"She was asking about Jiraiya.”

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A/N: And that’s all for the first chapter. I’m writing a fic after so long and this idea has been in my mind for almost a year now. I’m genuinely sorry for the lack of GinTsu in this chapter though but I promise I’ll make it up to you in the next one. Hope you guys enjoyed it and don't worry I’ll update soon enough! <3. Plus, please let me know if I should post it on ffnet and ao3?

#gintsuki #gintsu #gintoki x tsukuyo #sakata gintoki #tsukuyo #gintsu fanfic #gintama

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Love Hurts - pt. 4

A/N: I don’t even know where I’m taking this... but kinda do.

It was the last preparation for the ball. Today was the day that all of the students went through the dances all in one class.

The first was Quadrille and you weren’t really excited about it, however, you did want it to be over as soon as possible.

Since that night- that walk you thought you could never look Fred in the eyes ever again. He didn’t know how much he truly influenced on you. He didn’t know, not even a tiny bit that all his words hurt. He wasn’t apologising to you, he was trying to excuse himself for his words.

You glared at him, he glared back at you.

He was furious with you as well. The whole walk, the whole talk, it was useless when you refused to understand and listen to what he truly had to say. Why couldn’t you just forgive him for this? The moment the two you stepped outside, the air, the energy, it was more than nice- it was comfortable and safe, homey even...

‘ -- The two of you walked through the portrait hole and started walking around the castle in your own, comfortable clothes. He apparently had a style of beige, light coloured clothes and you wore a bit dark coloured clothes today, navy blue sweatpants and black hoodie.

It was the kind of slow walk. He swung his legs in large steps and you hugged yourself because there was a slight breeze in the air.

He observed you at first. Your hair were in two dutch braids and they shone nicely on the moonlight. You were looking down on the ground, not really knowing how to start anything, so you waited for him to start.

“Are you cold?” he asked as he saw you tugging on the hoodie.

“A little.” you shrugged, looking up at him.

“I would give you a jacket... if I had one.” he smiled, opening his arms and showing you he only had a long sleeved shirt on.

“I’d take the shirt if offered.” you grinned coyly at him.

“Well I don’t have anything underneath so-” he stopped as he started to realise your unpure intentions. He let out a laugh. “Smooth.” he lowered his head and shook it, then let the silence take over as he continued to look at you. Your nose, your chin, your baby hair on the side of your head poking out. “You calmed down since the whole steps turning into a slide thing.”

You looked at him and smiled, just enough to light that one sparkle in your eyes. “Well, it’s a lovely night... and you’re more quiet that usual.”

He let out another laugh. “Is that good?”

“That’s fantastic.”

“So you’d walk with me but not listen to me?”

“You seem to say all the wrong things but you did want to talk so here I am, listening.”

He opened his mouth to say something but closed them just as soon. “Oh.” he managed to let out. “Well... don’t hate me- again but I meant what I said back then. You are barmy in the head”

“Wow thanks a lot, Fredrick.” your tone got a bit colder and your brows furrowed, sparkle disappearing and causing him speak bluntly on.

“Fredrick? - No no no no wait. That’s good. I like you when you're a bit crazy.” he smiled. “The way you laugh and smile and be all quirky. I like you like that. You’re adorable when you start jumping when you’re excited and giggle when you see something pretty- even if it’s an autumn leaf-”

“But thats not how you meant it back then did you?” you stopped and turned around sharply. You stared at him, not angrily but sadly. “Nobody likes to be called barmy in the head behind their back. You make me sound like I belong into a looney house, you asshat.”

“You’re not listening to me!”

“I am, Fred!” you shouted back, eyes only becoming more hollow and dropping their shape along with your lips. “I fancied you. You knew that because I flirted with you constantly and with you I sort hoped that being my quirky-self; funny and smiling all the time and- and laughing, flirting and doing all the shit you like that maybe, just maybe you would like me back but instead of linking me back for being a bit of crackhead, you call me barmy to the head and not in a good way- not how you said it back then. You said it as if me and you were like the grossest pair to be-”

“But that’s not what I meant at all!” he shouted over you. “You’re adorable and smart and funny and any guy would be lucky to have you but-”

“- not you, right?” you finished before he could.

“Not me.” he repeated after you.

“I would have got that if you had just told me.” you said, looking him in the eyes that looked away from you. “If you told me that directly back then, we would still be friends right now, nothing would have changed but that day- that day I couldn’t look myself in the mirror. I was so pissed at you and I was ranting to my friends for 2 freaking hours about how I did not deserve you and then I collapsed and cried another two hours about how could you have think that I am that awful and crazy and just say that no guy would ever want me and you said all because you George teased you with me.” you seemed to pour it all out and he only stared. “I get it. You have a reputation-”

“No. Don’t say that!” He pointed his finger at you angrily, raising his tone.

“It’s all of what this is about Fred! You don’t want your popular reputation to be ruined!”

“You don’t even know me! My reputation would be the last thing I cared about!”

“I do know you, you arse! Because I listen to you when you talk to me, what you say, what you joke about but not really- the little things matter!”

“That’s not my fault if you were interested in me and I wasn’t interested in you!”

“Do you even hear yourself!”

“Yes and I also hear you and you’re being a dramatic, whiny, sensitive little girl who can’t take rejection!” he seemed to speak from his temper, not even processing the words he is spilling out.

You stormed to him and pressed your finger at his chest, fire burning in your eyes as you looked up at him from bellow. You glared, he glared. “You, Fredrick-” you said slowly and he grabbed your finger and pulled you so close your noses were almost touching. The tension grew, the space between the two of you heated up and you felt yourself glaring into his soul, not his eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest but so was his and both of you knew that was frustration to each other.

“Me, Fred.” he corrected you “Don’t call me-”

“Fredrick.” you repeated yourself with a smirk and he grit his teeth, forcing a smile as he looked up at the ceiling then throwing his head back down and gently bumping his nose onto yours. He felt his body freeze and melt but you kept yourself pressed on him and glaring at him angrily?

He couldn’t believe where his thoughts went after he found himself so close to you, holding you with such frustration and that frustration changed from an anger to lust.

“When you decide what you wanna be with me, Fredrick-” you spit the name out with extreme force in your tone “- if you want friends or enemies. Let me know because right now I feel like you’re trying to be one but becoming the other.” you pulled yourself away forcefully and it was as if the cold air washed both of you like a freezing cold shower. Both of your cheeks were red, whether from blushing or from pure fury, nobody will ever know but he was glaring and so were you.

“You really think that I will fall on my knees and crawl after you just so we can be friends. You’re the one who can’t move on, princess.” he didn’t budge, not a muscle. “You’re the one in love with me.”

You let out an unbelievable scoff. “First of all you one were one pathetic, stupid mistake of a crush that if I ever would fall in love with you, I’d go live with the Trolls. You’re poor and egoistic, don’t let me start on your poor ambitions.” you started to goad, clearly not seeing your own limits with words.

“Stop-”

“What Fredrick? Hurt you the way you hurt me? With words.”

“You’re not like that. You’re not mean, you’re just saying it but don’t really mean it.”

“No!” you became more angry than intending to. “What I didn’t realise before was that your personality was just as shitty as your looks! Now, here I thought there was this tall, handsome Gryffindor who loves to laugh and help people but in reality you pull pranks on people like a child because mommie and daddie never paid much attention to you and your brother-”

“Don’t bring my family into this!” he started to get furious. “You Mudblood-” he slapped his mouth and widened his eyes as you widened yours.

The two of you stood there in pure silence, watching each other with shock and the two of you didn’t know which one was worse than the other.

Soulmates weren’t supposed to make each other hurt like this... feel like this...

You looked away at your own realisation, than back up to glare at him. You started moving towards him but just before you passed him, you stopped and turned your head just a bit to the side. “You chose us to be enemies.” you said before a tear fell down your cheek but before he could see it, you were already storming back up. ---’

“What are you doing?” Anis asked with a worried expression.

You looked up at him and realised where your thoughts had taken you. “Ugh.” you forced a smile. “Just- want to get this over with. Feeling a bit under the weather today.”

He walked with you to your Quadrille pair and put a smile on his face. “Well, it’s our last one and it’s a short practice before I can see you in a lovely dress.” he looked down at you and sent you a flirty wink.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at it just before you were faced with two brown eyes glaring, not at you but at him. He heard it, he saw the looks and the reaction and he glared not at you but at him.

You took your position, he took his. He forced a smile on his face, said: “Princess.”

“Fredrick.” you mirrored his expression before his forced smile turned into a full, offended frown.

“I see the two of you haven’t made amends.” Angelina said from the side and the two of you ignored her, glaring at each other.

“Jel je sve uredu?” Anis asked, looking at you with another worried expression.

“Nije.” you answered without taking a look at him.

Anis looked at Fred, then back at you, then at Angelina who stood in front of him. She shrugged and he did as well. They both gave each other comforting looks as you and Fred only mirrored each other.

The dance started and you all moved together, you and Fred never much in sync as the two of you were before any of this happened. When he had to take a hold of you to take you in a round, you started to get uncomfortable and unsteady.

“Stop it.” he mumbled and you shot him a glare.

He was already tired from glaring back at you, so he softened his expression and sighed. “Just, (y/n), please just forgive me for today and when the dance comes.” he stopped but kept his hands on you. “I don’t want to ruin this for Angie or Anis or you. Let’s just both forget about our problems with each other for this stupid dance and after you can hate me just as much as you want to.” he looked down than back at you, his eyes pleading. “Please.”

You softened your expression, relaxed the tensed muscles in your body. Your hands fell down onto his and you took a bit more time to contemplate his words. You looked at Anis and Angie twirling around and finding both of them smiling at each other. You looked at Fred again and took a sigh. “Fine- yes. You’re right.”

“Yeah?” Fred looked at you, this time with more sad expression than a happy or relieved one.

“We shouldn’t ruin this for them because we’re both bitter towards each other.”

He let out a laugh and twirled you around as he continued the dance everybody else was at. He swung you on your feet and just before he let you go back to your dance partner. “One more than the other and the other more sorry than the one.”

You were back in Anis’ arms and he was swinging you, looking deeply into your eyes. “Čao, lepotica.” he spoke low as your eyes were still on the brown ones across the room. He sent you a loving, comforting simper from the other room, the one that made you wonder a bit, think a bit.

You looked up at those blue ones of your partner and felt all your emotions suddenly disappear. No more tension, no more chemistry, no more love? - No, that’s impossible.

“Hey, handsome.”

Fred saw you look away first, to those blue eyes and the way you smiled at your partner made his heart sink a bit. It was a constant battle with you. Both of you seem to be more forgiving and conflict resolving in those two seconds of dancing together than taking a long walk with the the intention of resolving and clearing out all the misunderstandings.

He leaned his head into Angelina’s shoulder and thought; her hands doesn’t feel as right in his than yours do. There is so much more missing with Angelina than with you and all you do when the two of you are together is hurt each other.

What even are the two of you anymore? If not classmates or housemates, not friends, maybe dance partners- what?

He closed his eyes shut just for a moment before opening them and finding you in his sight, laughing and joking around with your partner. Anis twirled you around, not following the dance steps at all, just dancing with you freely and you let your feet take you as well; back and forth, him spinning you away, then back to his arms and swinging you along with his feet. The dynamic was perfect. He made you smile and laugh, he made that sparkle in your eyes appear so easily that it seemed as if the two of you are perfect for each other. Now he may not be this with Angelina, nor with you but you and Anis might as well be soulmates.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader

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