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kaisensei · 20 days ago

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hallucinations (gojo)

you visit your best friend only because you wanted to see him. but due to a sudden change of plans, you end up on top of him; which by the way, started as a challenge to prove him that you are indeed, very much real.

satoru gojo x reader (f)

wordcount; 4k

tags; friends to lovers, smut, cigarettes, drinking, oral sex (f. recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, grinding, drunk af satoru!!

my first fic yayyy!! minors stay away, cuz I'll block you!!! please let me know what you think about this one :) it's kinda unedited and also like 9 pages of pure smut.

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The lights seem hazy and you slouch back on the bed, your feet nudging Satoru's thigh as he sits at the other end of the bed.

You didn't mean to drink, your main reason to visit him being your urge to see him. You had come up with an elaborate reason about how you had to give him the parcel Megumi had asked you to transfer to him; smartly leaving out the part where you had bullied that poor guy to hand it to you and not to Satoru. He had smiled and invited you in, unknowingly seducing you with his voice which had indicated that yes, this guy is drunk.

"You know, you seem like a hallucination," he exclaims and you balk.

"Why would you say that?"

He blinks at you and then laughs, "I mean you in my bed? That must be my imagination."

That statement has your stomach dropping to your knees. Is he implying what you think he is implying? Why else would he be so affronted to you being in his bed? Unless…

"I can prove to you that I am very much real."

He laughs and leans forwards, towards you, his eyes, although drooping slightly, holding a challenge you can never turn down. You grin at him, your insides tingling with the need to get near to him.

You take a puff from the cigarette pinched between your index and middle finger, and then proceed to crawl towards him; your face now inches from his because of the way he leaned forwards too. You smile, the drinks you had a while back fuelling you, and grab his neck to pull him to your lips, your skin already on fire from the adrenaline and excitement coursing through your veins.

As soon as his lips touch yours, your chapped lips feel as if they were burned. The smoke that you immediately exhale forms a shroud around your attached mouths and you inhale a bit of it, a jolt spiking through your body and you push yourself closer to him.

At first he doesn't move. But, when your lips move on their own accord, his hand finds your cheek and he falls in rhythm with you. In tandem with you, like two swans dancing across the lake, performing an intricate ballet of their own – that's how your lips move together. As if they were meant to be, like jigsaw pieces fitting in perfectly.

You don't know how his eyes had widened like saucers when you first pulled him down by his neck. You don't know how his heart had stopped when your lips landed on his, the action making him feel jittery and burning his inside with need.

All you know is how blissed out you feel – and you are fucking loving it. You know the wine made you so bold as to kiss him, especially like this, but you are just glad you are finally kissing him.

And he is kissing you back. With so much fervor that you feel you can dissolve in a puddle. His other hand also makes its way to your face and he holds you gently, but firmly. His tongue swipes across your lips and you shiver before breaking the kiss.

With a hair's breadth away from you, Satoru stares at you in a haze, hands still holding your face and lips red and glossy.

"Did you just kiss me?"

"Now do I feel like a hallucination?" you quip and he shakes his head, thumb swiping at your cheek softly.

"Fuck. Do it again."

Gladly, you think and rush to stub the cigarette on the tray. In your haste, you stumble a bit and Satoru steadies you with a giggle, almost falling forward with you himself.

As soon as you put it out, you scramble in his hold and intertwine your hands behind his neck, climbing on his lap and straddling him. He grabs you by your waist, to steady you, and almost instantly you attach your lips again – this time with an eagerness that you both match.

He groans when your lips move against his, performing the same dance, but with added grace. His grip on your waist gets tighter and you open his mouth with yours, licking into his mouth and tasting faint traces of whiskey. It makes your mind go on an overdrive, and goosebumps spread through your whole body.

Arousal pools at your center when he runs a finger up your spine, his other hand inching upwards, under the shirt you had on. He sighs into the kiss and breaks it.

"Oh my god, you are so soft." his nose touches your cheek and he slowly drags it all the way to your ear, tongue peeking out. You shudder when he licks your jaw, forming circles with his tongue under your ear, on your neck.

"Satoru." you keen and tug at his locks, pulling him closer to your skin – which is absolutely on fire. His lips meet your neck and he kisses your skin slowly, taking his time to savor your neck.

His hand on your waist works its way around it, and he grips you tighter, and before you know – you are being picked up and tossed on the bed with a soft thud.

"Ow." you groan and Satoru's eyes widen and he hovers over you, sparing no time.

"Oh my god, I am sorry. Are you okay?" his round eyes meet yours, face way too near for you to function. In his haze, he doesn't realize that even if you were hurt, your face would have been intact, and you giggle.

"Yes." you sigh out and pull him down to join your lips again. He almost crashes into you, but braces himself with his forearms. His tongue enters your mouth immediately, relishing in the flavor of bubble gum and making you moan as his tongue does wonders.

"Wait lemme-" you break the kiss and shift upwards, so you are not in the middle of the bed, dangling off the edge. That makes Satoru crawl upwards too and once you both have settled, his mouth finds your neck and your hands find his hair.

His tongue finds a spot on your neck, which gives away how fucking sensitive you are, and he groans into your skin when you whine. Your hips buck upwards and he pins you down with his, with perfect pressure that keeps you in place, but doesn't hurt you.

"Satoru, I want more." you moan his name and he ruts his hip against yours once, grinding down on you so you can feel him. His semi hard length rubs against your center, and even through the barrier, you feel overwhelmed by it.

"You want me?" he teases with his mouth at your breastbone, dragging your shirt down so he can see the top of your breasts.

"Yes."

"Say what you want, baby."

You whimper in his hold. If he called you baby again, you might actually die.

"You, all of you."

"Fuck you're making me go crazy."

You get hotter at this, goosebumps erupting across your whole body. As if you were any better? As if you weren't crazier?

Your back arches when his lips brush your nipples through your bra, making your pussy clench around nothing. His hand pushes your shirt upwards, rubbing patterns on your skin with the gentleness of a feather, soft but tingly. You arch a bit more, instinctively, when he tries to remove your shirt – and you let him, meeting him halfway. Your shirt goes flying somewhere in the dimly lit room, and you don't care.

Satoru has a different air around him, one that makes you succumb to him, with everything inside you. Your hips push themselves upward, for any kind of friction and he looks up at you from your chest. As soon as he does, you inhale a sharp breath and wish to die for him.

His hair frames his face beautifully, like the prettiest ocean. His eyes are deep, and beautiful, and his eyelids droop scarily, hazily, as he watches you with a glint in his eyes. His lips are wet and bruised, and his tongue pokes his cheek, before he speaks.

"Eager, are we?"

Oh God.

"Yes." you sigh, and you think you see him smirk, if only for a second. You are restless, you are crazy and you want everything, all at once. And he is making you run hills for it.

He kisses your stomach, and makes his way southwards. Your toes curl when his hands brush over your core and reach to unbutton your jeans.

"Can I?" he looks up at you, and even if his voice is a whisper, you hear it clearly, and you nod,

"Of course, 'toru."

He grins at this, and undoes your button, your zipper the next. You lift up your hips to help him pull down your jeans, and in a few tugs, you are lying on his bed in only your underwear.

He looks at you with a glimmer in his eyes, filled with lust and haze. There's adoration that you make out, and you return it tenfold. The ever changing lights from his lamp frame his body, making him glow and you pant as you beckon him to you.

"You are so beautiful," his hands toy with your band and he kisses your core through the material, making you arch your back, your hands flying to grab his hair.

"Oh fuck,"

He slowly tugs your underwear lower, as if he has all the time in the world and you whine impatiently. You need something, and your cunt is restless as you try to shimmy out of the piece of clothing gracing your ass.

He grunts at the sight of your bare pussy. You arch your back, pushing your hips upwards and he bends down, eye level with your naked core, as he caresses the side of your hips.

Your mind buzzes, the fog sitting down heavily. You already aren't coherent enough, and the feeling of lust drives you to another level of high.

"Shit." you hiss quietly. It feels so good when his hand cups your pussy, making you squirm your hips and tighten your core due to the sudden action. The laugh he lets out is hoarse, deep, and the utter desire to have him drives you with ease.

Your eyelids flutter shut when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your lower stomach, dangerously near to your center. The soft action amidst the heat of the moment has you curling your toes, hands slowly reaching up to his locks.

"Satoru," you sigh and he grunts into your skin, his voice muffled by the rising of your body, with each ragged breath that you take. You are gasping for air, trying to take in his essence, his scent, all of him. It won't be wrong to say that you are so fucking pathetic, so gone, that he hasn't even technically done anything, and you are already incoherent.

"Can I taste you?"

Your hold on his hair tightens at this, and you mindlessly nod. Of course, you would like him to taste you. Your pussy is aching with need – crying for whatever that is offered. Yes, that's how pathetic you feel.

His breath hits your quivering cunt and you shudder when he parts your folds with his fingers. They then find your clit and he rubs circles around it, making your legs shiver. You quietly whimper when he skillfully traces a line to your cunt. One of his fingers plunges in and your arousal coats his hand, merrily.

Even though you know how real this is, you still can't believe you are here with him. You close your eyes in a state of utter bliss, heightened by the faint noises he lets out right at your center.

"You are so fucking amazing," is his word before his nose touches your folds, parting them. You think he sniffs – and moans – right in front of your pussy. The sudden vibration makes you go haywire and you gasp out loud.

"Stop doing that." you warn him and he chuckles, making you run for your breath – again. You don't know how he can be the cause of your misery and pleasure, all at once.

"It's like I can live here." he says and you get a bit bolder – maybe from the high? or maybe from the frustration?

"If you're only gonna talk, then find some other place." you grumble and it's as if a switch flips inside him.

He pulls you down by the hips, burying his nose between your folds and swipes a path, almost hungrily. His hold on your hips is firm, not hurting, but also not allowing you to squirm. You faintly register his tongue peeking, but before you have the chance to react, it fully assaults your poor pussy. He licks between your folds, making your legs shudder, and moan in pleasure. His hands creep to your inner thighs and he pushes them wider, allowing himself to stay comfortably in between them.

"Mhm. So sweet, baby."

You whine at the pet name, and pull at his hair. His tongue works skillfully, and he lets out little noises of pleasure which drive you mad. His hair cascades down the side of his face, and faintly tickles your thigh, while framing his face beautifully. You can feel your high wearing off, the lust taking place instead. Your back arches when his tongue finds your clit.

"Satoru, that's.. yeah."

His laugh is devastating, and your toe curls. You open your eyes to a sight that makes your breath hitch, and your other hand goes to the sheets, gripping them for any kind of anchor.

With his eyes closed, his jaw works heavenly. There's a slick sheen of sweat covering his forehead, and his eyebrows are drawn taut in focus. He hums and his finger rubs circles on your skin, leaving fire in their wake.

"You know," he looks up at you with a lopsided, lazy grin, and eyes drooping low. His lips are red and wet, and there's a blush spreading across his neck. His lip curls and he bites down on his lower lip to stop himself from laughing, especially after seeing you ragged and gasping for breath, looking at him with your head tilted and eyes pleading, "You sound like pure fucking sin." he completes and you thrash your leg, for him to say such a thing.

"Please, don't." you sigh and he snickers.

"Don't what? That's the truth, baby."

You roll your eyes and it doesn't take him longer to get back to your cunt. This time as soon as his tongue flattens on your bundle of nerves, the tightness in your core starts to nudge you. His finger parts your folds and his tongue twirls in circles on your nub, making you gush like a fall.

You can feel the mess you are making, and his affirmative hum just makes you curl your fingers more.

"I'm, I'm close. Please don't stop"

He shakes his head and increases the pace of his assault, making you gasp out loud. The squelching sound of your juices has you rolling your eyes back and gulping. His tongue flicks over your already sensitive nub, and that being the last straw – you break for good.

Your orgasm washes over you in waves of haze, which has you moaning out loud for heaven's sake. The stars that Satoru's lamp forms on the ceiling seem so very much real, that it has you reeling for a second. You try to take in as much air as you can, taking in the smell of sex. As your breathing turns normal again, you register his tongue still on your cunt. He laps at your juices deliciously, and you arch your back painfully – especially because of the pain your nub feels, sensitive and gone.

"Stop no." you rasp out, and he stops immediately.

He looks up as you gasp for breath, and his face is drenched – covered by your cum. His tongue peeks out and he licks his lip, tasting your cum again and you almost shudder at the sight. His thumb presses into your skin and he leans ahead, sniffing once more.

"I love you so fucking much."

Time stops and your eyes turn into saucers, your heart flying out from your body.

Did he just say he loves you? Is this real? Is he real? After being a moth to his flame for literal fucking years, he tells you that he has been no better. Heaven rushes to you and your eyes brighten with glee. You want to grab him by the neck and shout at him that yes, you love him too, but somehow those words die on your tongue when you look at him looking up at you with those eyes. So, you just nod; a gesture which seems to translate perfectly well to him, for he smiles wide.

His eyes, crinkling at the edges, catch sight of your hardened nipples from your bra and he fucking groans. Soon, he is hovering over you – the motion so quick that it gives you whiplash. He wedges his thigh between yours and rests his weight on his forearms, as he sets them beside your face. He is quick to attach his lips to yours, and you sigh into his mouth. The taste that sits on your tongue is yours, and even though you inwardly cringe, you find it so fucking hot. His tongue presses down on yours and you gasp when you feel his teeth on your lip, almost bruising you.

The vigor of his kiss drives you, and you moan when you feel his hard length poke your abdomen. You mindlessly shift your body and he grinds down on you, detaching his lips from yours – only to moan at your lips. His head hangs low as he works his hips a little more, and you help him with little whimpers and shifts of your own.

"Let me ride you." you sigh out and he pauses, looking up at you with a furrow in his brows.

"Are, are you sure?"

Even though you can't actually feel your legs, you know you are sure.

"I want to ride you. I need to." you assure and he groans.

"Fuck, baby."

He climbs off of you and stands beside the bed, unbuttoning his pants. His eyes glaze over your eager form on the bed and a jolt strikes through your body, pooling at your center. There’s a slick sheen of sweat on his naked chest, and you get the sudden urge to wrap your arms around his wide frame and pull him as close as possible to yourself. He rids himself of his pants and you almost moan out loud, loving the sight of his nude thighs, practically inviting you to sit on them.

Satoru nudges you and you shift, letting him settle down on the bed beside you. Immediately, your hands are on him, and you trace his form with your fingers, your lips on his jaw trying to savor each and every inch of him. He groans under your ministrations, leading you to push yourselves onto him, finally on those thighs you have always thought about.

“You are so hot,” he sighs, his hands finding solace on your waist.

You will your hands to leave his pecs, and direct them to his cock, standing tall with need. You fist it once, the man under you keening with pleasure. You look him in the eyes, your gaze challenging him as you continue to drag your hand over his length slowly, making him bite down on his lip and tighten his hold on your waist. His touch burns you, his fingers digging into your bare skin. The pleasure and his voices drive you, and you bring your other hand to your back, successfully unbuttoning your last piece of garment. He audibly moans when he sees your boobs and your insides flare with need.

“Baby, please,” he pleads, and you understand what he asks of you. Your actions are swift as you hover above his length, directing it to your aching pussy and slowly sit down on it. You throw your head back, syncing your moans with his as your walls cover his needy cock, filling you full. You brace yourselves with your hands on his abdomen and he guides you lower on his length, your pussy tightening around him and covering him with your slick arousal.

"Ah shit," he hisses, his eyes glazing over with lust. Your ass hits his thighs, and you bite down on your lip to stop the insensitivities from spilling out of your mouth. You lean towards and start moving your hips, your fingers inching up his abs and pussy sucking him in deliciously.

The stretch of your walls hurt you, but you can't even complain because that's what you wanted. Soon, you are riding him with ease, your hips rocking as his fingers dig deeper in your skin. The pleasure is so crazy that you see spots in your vision, your body hot with need.

He whines under you and you moan his name out, increasing your pace and leaning back on your palms, as they rest on his knees. You close your eyes and he thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway. Your tits bounce as you move, and the man under you groans at the sight.

"'toru, you feel so good," you whimper, and miss the way he bites down on his lip. His eyes drink your sight in, and rather than see it, you feel the heat of his gaze on you, goosebumps erupting in its wake.

Your core tightens and your pace gets sloppier, his thrusts taking you to levels never seen. His eyes screw shut and you try to train your sight on the beauty of his body, white spots filling your vision from the pleasure that courses through your body. You are terribly close, leaning towards him in need to find his lips on yours.

"Angel, I," he begins and breaks the sentence with a deep thrust upwards, "I have never felt so fucking blissed out before."

Oh god, you almost cry out at this, slipping closer to the edge. You tell him so and he nods, a grin etching on his face.

"Let's slip together," he brings his hand to yours and intertwines his fingers with yours. Butterflies rise in your stomach and your throat almost chokes up at that action, a lovely feeling encasing you.

He loves you.

And you love him.

That fact combined with the way his cock fucks into you so sweetly, you topple over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pure bliss. You see stars behind your closed lids and stop moving, not being able to feel your legs or your knees or your hands; only and only his presence.

It's a few seconds later that he spills inside you, his hold on your hand tightening and a deep groan making its way past his lips. His cock jerks inside you once, and he brings you closer to him, your name the only word on his lips like a mantra.

Your boobs press up against his chest and he gushes at the feeling, his nose nudging yours, a similar smile on both of your faces. He pulls out with a grimace and wraps his arms around your form, locking you in his embrace.

"You said you love me?" you sheepishly suggest and he lets out a full belly laugh.

"Yes, yes I do. I'm in love with you, and I can no longer deny it."

Oh, straight to your heart. You get all giddy like a teenager at his proclamation of his love for you.

"Do you…?" he trails off, a shadow of doubt passing over his face.

"Of course, I love you."

He grins, relieved by it and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips, giving you the chance to chase it if you want to. And of course you want to.

You'll always want him.

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tswhiisftteedr · 1 year ago

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The Cheshire Cat and The White Rabbit ☆ Headcanon

☆RSA Student!Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker(Che’nya) x White Rabbit!Heartslabyul Student!GN!Reader:

As you go through your day to day life as a Heartslabyul stundent, you begin to remark an odd/out of place presence lingering during unbirthay parties, or anytime you’re back on dormitory grounds. Unbeknownst to you and that unknown presence, your relationship would soon change to somewhat of a more intimate one…

Warnings: Non-Conseual Kissing??(Che’nya appears out of nowhere to kiss reader on the cheek), suggestive tones for the last sentence. Not proofread.

Note: This is based from this ask, this work is a bit a of a mix between Headcanon and Drabble, so sorry if this is longer than you wanted. But I hope you’ll enjoy it!!

☆ More under the cut. ☆

As obvious as it sounds, Che’nya with a White Rabbit!Reader comes out as an odd pair up to anyone around able to see it. But despite the aloofness of it all, it is still a one of kind relationship that is precious to both concerned parties.

First I’d like to elaborate on White Rabbit!Reader;

White Rabbit!Reader would definitely be assigned to Heartslabyul following the NCR Dark Mirrors’ logic.

White Rabbit!Reader just like the original in Alice in wonderland, would be a jittery individual.

White Rabbit!Reader would be the extremely cautious type, and very much so around troublemakers like Ace and Deuce.

They would automatically freeze up as they heard the duo’s familiar voices. Readers long ears would be wide and rigid along their back while their body is stiff, crouching down close to the floor. A natural reflex to seem less threatening, as one is scared.

White Rabbit!Reader is very submissive, despite not wanting to get in trouble they would often go along with anything anyone asked of them, if said person was persistent enough.

White Rabbit!Reader is definitely one of Riddle’s favourite dorm member, despite their willingness to go along with whatever is demanded as long as some pressure is applied. This is simply because of how much they follow the rules.

White Rabbit!Reader probably would have the rules all memorized half way into the first semester, if not sooner.

But this exemplary display of discipline doesn’t come by because the reader wants to follow the imposed rules. No, not at all, they even have beef with some of the 810 rules, not agreeing with them at all.

They just follow them because they get easily frightened by the idea of having anyone mad at them for doing something wrong, especially house warden Riddle. Oh boy, is he a scary one to our poor little rabbit!

White Rabbit!Reader is definitely the apologetic type, to an extent that they would repay any damage cause 10 folds.

Ex. They stepped on your foot by accident, and in addition to an extended apology, they would also bake you cookies for you to forgive them.

Also despite excelling in academics, in fear of disappoint anyone if not, White Rabbit!Reader is very naive. To the point of doing things way beyond deserved to repay someone.

I feel like they might have bumped into Azul some day, spilling WATER on his uniform. And obviously Azul being Azul, after seeing their reaction to the situation. Used their naivety against them, making White Rabbit!Reader work their bones off for a week at the Monstro Lounge, for ‘Damage of his personal property’.

Another thing about White Rabbit!Reader certainly has allegrophobia(phobia of being late). They would probably arrive to an event 4 hours early if anyone actually let them. But at last, to our little rabbit’s demise that time has been realistically reduce to 30 minutes, in some cases a max of 1 hour.

They most likely, once arrived 10 minutes late to the preparation for an unbithday party, and upon realizing it, they bawled their eyes out, profusely apologizing to Riddle and their fellow dorms members for their tardiness. Begging for everyone present for forgiveness after ‘they ruined the day with their latenesses’. Even after “Strict Housewarden Riddle” told them it was fine, they wouldn’t let it go for a month, apologizing to him and any Hearstlabyul students they encountered during that time.

Now that we have established their character, let’s move on to White Rabbit!Reader with our favourite Cheshire Cat beastman!

How they met;

Che’nya definitely had seen the reader around Heartslabyul before, after all how could he not notice them with their long white ears, puffy tail and constant trembling out of nervousness. But their official meeting didn’t happen until a little later…

White Rabbit!Reader would have met Che’nya during one of the many unbirthday parties that took place during the year. The encounter was one sided for the most part.

He had snuck in on campus from RSA, to spend some times with his childhood friends Riddle and Trey, maybe scare some freshmen with his signature spell.

But he instead found himself observing the reader. He watched as they would constantly look around before the tea party begin as some sort of nervous tick, and how they held their tea cup with two trembling, making it seem like they didn’t trust themselves not to drop it.

Honestly it was all really amusing to him.

Che’nya would’ve certainly decided to mess with the reader, by play with a strand of their hair, blowing down their nape, even resting his arms on their shoulders with his head on theirs, all that while being invisible. It really did mess with reader’s head, they felt stuff but no one was their to do them!

And that only made it more fun to him.

This would continue for about halfway through the party, he had then made the choice to reveal himself. Hugging the reader tightly from behind, as only his toothy grin was visible. Making the students around the reader freak out and Riddle sight in exasperation.

But how did the reader react you may ask? Well as they always do! They froze up, ears flat down, and completely at his mercy.

After seeing that, he bursted out in laughter, forgetting about maintaining his magic, now fully visible.

Having reader’s frozen self in his arms for a little while, he then release them from his tight grasp. Watching as they slowly unfroze, now fluster, with a blush creeping on their face(this is only if they have the skin-tone for it). They would babble incomprehensibly as they register fully how close they had just been to someone else.

They would then look up at Che’nya, grin plaster on his face, with a trembling pout as if they would soon cry from the overload of emotions.

That didn’t necessarily make him feel bad, well maybe a little. But he mostly though it was cute, and made him want to play and tease them even more.

How it started;

After White Rabbit!Reader and Che’nya’s first official meeting, the mischievous cat beastman would frequent NCR more and more often, basically on a weekly basis.

Getting his dose of entertainment at the reader’s expense…

Things started small, from surprise hug attacks, playing with reader’s hair without their knowledge, doodling on them when they weren’t paying attention. All small and sorta sweet things, but they could still be completely considered platonic.

Than things started to shift a little, Che’nya would visit on the daily, actually chat with the White Rabbit!Reader instead of just messing with them.

He would of course still mess with them tho. His favourite way of doing so was by playing on the reader’s immense sympathy and willingness to fix their wrongs.

Che’nya would fake being offended by minor mistake the reader did to get them to do silly things to amend, such as;

Selfies with odd clothes on, dumb challenges like pranking riddle together.

But his upmost favorite ‘compensation’ was when he would make the reader do something they’re afraid of, so that they would rely on him.

Ex. Reader is afraid of heights; Che’nya is making them go on a broom ride so that they’ll cling onto him.

Reader is afraid of spiders: He’s bringing them to barn full of them, so that they’ll hide their face in his shirt.

Anything goes really, as long as they’ll into for him for comfort and protection. Even if it is something he’s also scared of, he’ll still continue with this tactic just to see the reader all squirmy and looking up at him with begging eyes, counting on him to chase away any danger.

Just the thought of it made him grin…

A bit further into the semester, he started to switch things around. He would do this thing where he would chase the reader around, making them do embarrassing things as punishment if he caught them.

But this confused White Rabbit!Reader so much. Sure Che’nya had developed some sort of fixations with seeing them a bit miserable, but this was new, like did he seriously like them?

Now some might be confused by this train of though, but there is a viable background to it.

You see, in the wild, males rabbits chase females as part of “courting”. Sometimes, males and females chase each other.

Some of it is just fun and games, but sometimes it is part of the dominance relationship.

So to our dear White Rabbit!Reader, this was like Che’nya told them he was interested. After all he was already sharing a meal on most day with them!(probably just snacking on some chips). Which is another way rabbit show courtship.

White Rabbit!Reader liked how Che’nya focused his attention on them, and didn’t seem to care if they made a mistake despite him ‘faking’ offense. He always had a big warm grin on his face no matter what. This made them fall for him.

So White Rabbit!Reader had liked him for a little while by then, but were never sure if they should confess. ‘Because what if it offends Che’nya, or worst he doesn’t want to be around them anymore!’

So they kept it to themselves, but after Che’nya started chasing them around, they weren’t sure on what to believe.

So about a week later since the original events, White Rabbit!Reader talked about their feelings to Trey, a kind soul they had befriended. They explained to him all the behaviour Che’nya was displaying, and how it made them feel. They even admitted to wanting to date Che’nya if he’ll have them, but were to shy to actually confess.

But unbeknownst to them and Trey, Che’nya was listening in, as he had decided to pay a visit that day.

And after hearing about reader’s thoughts and feelings, Che’nya made the decision to take matters at hand. Showing them his own feelings, in his special way…

The usual hug attacks would now be followed with a peck on the cheek, he would start nipping at them: nape, cheek, etc., he would hold their hands when dragging them somewhere.

White Rabbit!Reader little bunny brain was overwhelmed by the obvious display of affection, causing them to by pass their initial shyness and out right ask Che’nya about his feelings.

Of course the confident cat beastman answered without a problem, admitting he had been pinning for them for quite a while now, and that he also knew that they felt the same.

This made White Rabbit!Reader break away from their usual obedient and non-controversial self, replacing it by one that would proceed to call Che’nya mean and selfish for playing with their feelings, despite knowing they had difficulty expressing theirselves.

The cat only chuckle at this, grabbing the reader by their waist, hugging them tenderly to bring reassurance. Finally, the both of them ask each other out.

How it’s going;

After Che’nya and White Rabbit!Reader start dating, the dynamic wouldn’t really change.

Reader would still be his favourite person to tease and play with. And reader would still fall for his tricks.

The only feasible changes would be reader being more open to reprimanding Che’nya for his mischievous acts, and a great augmentation of physical contact.

PDA would be at almost its max between the two, Che’nya would kiss and cuddling them in public.

But he would keep make out session for behind closed doors, only he should be able to enjoy his bunny’s sweet gasp and breathless panting!

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Polaris – Chapter 9

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ramp up the angst, guilt trips all around, hospitals, bits of fluff in all the chaos, smut (with a heavy dose of more angst)

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well, there was no way this wasn't going to be angsty af. Enjoy the ride, loves! 😘

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Chapter 9: Marooned

The cool, breezy autumn air whipped you across your face, a sharp, frigid sting in your lungs that burned right through to your heart. Each breath you desperately clutched was a fight for life.

Your mind, moonstruck and lunatic, spun complicated cobwebs. Your feeble body and fragile bones threatened to crumble and crack underneath the devastating weight of the truth. You crouched down on the parking lot asphalt, head heavy in your shaking hands.

“Hey, hey, just breathe…” Beau’s deep voice and warm hand on your back were a short-lived comfort before the first sob broke through you.

He knelt down in front of you, large hands cupping your head when your own grew too tired to hold it. He rested his forehead against yours, green eyes leveling with you. His thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Maybe it’s not him,” Beau bargained, his voice a soft whisper. His disavowing mind refused to accept what his breaking heart knew to be true.

However, there was no doubt in yours. “No, I’m sure it’s him.”

“It still might not be true… It could be one of those CGI deep-fakes. You know, they’ve gotten crazy good… She just wants to mess with us,” Beau tried to reason, every bone in his body fighting to accept the truth. Because as soon as he would acknowledge it, he’d lose you. How could he live with that?

Your eyes lifted from the ground, your gaze boring into his. “You really believe that?” Your voice was harsh enough to break through the solid brick barrier he had erected over his heart, your words a wrecking ball. A jittery and hesitant lick of his lips was his abdication. He lowered his head in resignation. “How’s that even possible? You saw him die, right?

Beau’s mouth opened without an answer, his eyes flickered alive with memories. Panic rose with realization and poisoned the pumping blood that coursed through his heart. “I-I saw him get dragged away… I heard the shot.”

He was sure. He was so, so, so sure. And then, it all fell apart. What had he done?

You straightened up, slipping out of his grasp, and clasped your mouth, turning your back to him as your body rattled with shock. “Oh my God… Oh God…”

Beau rose to his feet behind you and swallowed harshly as the realization hit him like a freight train. He wanted to reach out and touch you, needing you now more than ever, but he didn’t know if he still could. His mind raced a mile a minute with questions he couldn’t find an answer to.

How was Randy still alive? Had the cartel kept him all this time? How did Diane find out? And how the hell did she get a hold of him?

“Y/N, I-… I don’t know what to say.” His voice trembled. He could feel you drift further and further away from him till you were just a dot out on the vast ocean. He didn’t want to lose you but didn’t know how to stop it, either. He thought all he needed was for you to just look at him, and it would all be right again. But when you did, it shattered his heart into a million pieces.

“All this time he was alive and God knows where. I-I could’ve looked for him. I could’ve helped him…”

“You didn’t know,” Beau said softly, pushing your blame onto himself. He could’ve known. He should’ve known. He felt helpless, lost, adrift. “Y/N, what d’you want me to do?”

You needed a moment to clear your head enough to think straight. If it wasn’t Randy but any other victim, what would you do next?

“We need to find that bunker. Get him outta there,” you concluded. “You think he’s still alive? You think she’d kill him?”

Recalling the snippet of the video, you remembered the timeline only read an hour instead of the usual forty-eight. It wasn’t about making you suffer through his death because you’d already done that. Diane just wanted you to see.

Beau knew there were only two possible options. Either Diane caught Randy only to show he was still alive and then kill him, or she brought him back into your life to wreak havoc. But the hows and whys didn’t really matter. Both options would cause a rift between you two wider than the Grand Canyon. If Randy was back, dead or alive, Beau’s relationship with you wouldn’t survive it.

He knew it was over. You’d never pick him. He wasn’t the love of your life. He wasn’t your once in a lifetime. He wasn’t true love.

He was your second choice. The one you were stuck with. Your rebound.

“I don’t know,” Beau replied and forced some oxygen into his lungs. He didn’t know for how long he had held his breath. For a minute there, he had forgotten how to breathe at all – and he didn’t even care.

The ringing of your phone broke both of you out of your haze and fatal fantasies. You fished it out of your pocket and stared at the screen with a furrowed brow.

“Who is it?”

“Unknown caller,” you replied before you answered the phone, pinning it between your shoulder and ear. “Hello? Yes, this her…”

Beau watched as your eyes widened, how your brow rose, how your mouth fell open, how your heart stopped. As you hung up, he could see you swallow before you found his eyes. He waited with bated breath for news he already knew.

“That was the hospital here. They said someone brought in my husband.”

The stone silent ten-minute drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Beau drove, his grip stiff and knuckle-white around the steering wheel. The heat of the old Jeep had barely kicked in by the time you arrived, your hot breaths coming out in vaporizing clouds as you bit your nails bloody and down to their beds on the passenger’s seat. Neither of you spoke a word, too terrified it would cut the last string between you that still tied you to each other.

As the bright sign of the hospital came into view, your heart thudded in your ears, so loudly you could barely hear the world around you anymore. Everything was subdued and distorted as if someone was holding your head underwater. All you wanted was air, but your lungs flooded with water.

Beau killed the engine in the parking lot. Both of you sat there in silence and petrified in time, two fossils buried deep in the earth and uncovered by archeologists with fine brushes millions of years later.

His gaze drifted up to the star-filled sky, green eyes locked on the North Star. He wished he could rewind the tape to that night, all the way back to the start where the two of you were still alive. His eyes then swerved to your hand that lay there untouched on the edge of your seat, his own palm twitching to hold it in his.

“You want me to come in with you?” Beau asked carefully.

It was the first time since you’d left the Sheriff’s Department that you looked at him again. Your eyes were pleading. “Of course I do. Please don’t go. Don’t let me do this alone.”

Then, you saw it – the flicker of relief that flashed through him. You recognized the insecurity and apprehension in his eyes. Your heart dropped. You had been so consumed by the news, you hadn’t noticed how he had spiraled. You clasped his hand tightly in yours. He squeezed it desperately back. He was drowning, and your touch was the lifeline he had been waiting for.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see him. I don’t know if I’m ready to see you with him,” Beau confessed. He had endangered his best friend, deserted him, and left him to die. And that wasn’t even the worst he’d done. The worst was you.

“Me neither,” you admitted and interlaced your fingers with his. “We’ll take it step by step, okay?”

He nodded.

As the nurse sent you down the hallway to your believed-to-be-dead but actually only-long-lost husband, you didn’t know what to expect as your hand lingered on the door handle.

Beau could not only feel the tension in your body but physically see it. The stiffness in your neck and shoulders, the tremble in your hands, and the twitch in your eyes were a dead giveaway.

As you felt Beau behind you with a hesitant palm resting on your lower back, you wondered if you should tell Randy. You supposed you had to at some point. And suddenly, you felt overwhelmed.

You had been so focused on what awaited you in that room, you hadn’t thought about what your husband expected. Or was it ex? Did he know you had moved on? Were you still allowed to? Would he be happy for you? Would he let you go? Would he hate you for it? He probably would, considering who you ended up with. Or maybe you had it all wrong, and he would be relieved it was someone he loved, too. Wouldn’t you be if the roles were reversed?

His death had severed your ties, but now that he was back, were your vows, too? Did he even know everyone thought he was dead? Had you cheated? Was that what Diane had been trying to tell you? That you had sinned? That you were a liar? That you were awful? That you were a whore?

“Should I-, uhm…”

“No,” Beau answered your dangling question as if he could read your mind. He dropped his hand from your back and ceased all contact, even going as far as taking a step back. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought you were radioactive. That should’ve been answer enough. “Not yet, at least.”

“Okay.” The rejection hurt, but you understood. This was hard for him, too. Maybe even harder. You had to weather the storm alone, ship-wrecked and marooned on a desolate island.

“You wanna go in alone first?”

“No.” You shook your head and pushed down the handle, suddenly feeling more courageous and determined than before.

You barged in. Not gentle. Not slow. The urge to see him, face to face within the same four walls – after all these years, after all the tears – washed over you like heavy rainfall. You didn’t want to weather the storm – you wanted to be it. It felt safer than to seek shelter under driftwood.

Then, your heartbeats halted. The world around you paused. No murmurs in the hallway, no beeping machines or bustling footsteps. It felt like you were standing in the eye of the hurricane, everything else flying fast around you, but the center was calm.

As you stood there, feet calcified in front of his bed, a set of familiar whiskey-colored eyes found you. The slightly furrowed brow above them softened, his lips parted in awe. He still looked the same, only slightly aged by the years and what he’d been through.

“Randy?” Your voice was a quiet tremble but still filled the entire room.

A smile flickered alive on his face. “Hey,” he said, his own voice raspy and dry as if he hadn’t had water in several days. Deserted like he had been. His hazel eyes lit up, full of love and adoration. It was the same look he had always worn when he gazed at you. For a second, it felt like nothing had changed. It saturated your frozen heart with warmth and your gray and bleak vision with technicolor.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stammered with a thick swallow.

Randy snorted a bit. “Now, you know how I always felt,” he quipped, blinking the tears in his eyes away. He’d always been a ray of sunshine. He was light and sweet and good down to his bones. A part of you had expected that light to fade, though, considering what he must’ve experienced the last few years. But it hadn’t. He was still shining as bright as ever, his spirit untouched by the darkness that had tried to swallow him. “Are you just gonna stand there like a moron?”

A small laugh escaped you as tears began to sting your eyes when he spoke those same words you once had said to him. You wanted to cry when you heard them. What sliver of doubt remained in your mind that it wasn’t truly him vanished upon his words. Your feet wanted to move forward, but your heart tugged you back.

You glanced back over your shoulder and found Beau, standing with lovelorn patience by the door as he watched the exchange between you two. The muscle in your chest then stung, like someone had dropped it into a pit full of cacti. You felt torn in two, pulled into opposite directions.

Randy followed your gaze and finally noticed his second visitor, his brow shooting up in surprise. For a second, Beau felt nervous as he awaited a reaction. He expected resentment, hatred, blame, and anger. What he got, however, was a rising smile.

“Hey, man.” Randy seemed happy to see him, not an ounce of animosity detectable. “You two realize you’re staring, right?”

“‘S good to see you, Randy,” Beau managed to say and forced a quivering smile to his lips. And it wasn’t a lie. A big part of him was elated to have his best friend, his old partner, his brother back. But he couldn’t ignore the gnashing, lethal wound in the shape of you that Randy’s return caused.

Carefully, you stepped closer and let out a nervous breath as you sat down at the edge of his bed. He reached out and tenderly caressed your cheeks, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A smile curved his lips as soon as he touched you again. It felt like he was holding a miracle while you looked at him like he was a ghost.

“You look good, sweetheart,” he said. His hand then slid down your arm to hold yours, fingers brushing over the one. His gaze dropped when he couldn’t feel what he was looking for, the tan line of the missing item around your ring finger still visible. Pensively, he licked his lips. “They told me everyone thought I was dead.”

“Yeah, uhm, that’s kinda my fault. I’m sorry, buddy,” Beau said and swallowed harshly. The sight in front of him almost took him out. Even though it was a familiar picture, one he had seen a million times before, seeing it now was a different story. After everything he knew, you in someone else’s arms that weren’t his felt like a bullet piercing through his chest. His heart was bleeding. “I thought you got shot.”

“It’s okay. Don’t blame yourself, man. It was crazy in there. It could’ve happened to anybody. I did get shot. Only the slug went straight through the shoulder,” Randy explained. “Cartel then took me to Mexico. Juárez.”

Your wide eyes wandered to Beau, the two of you sharing a horrified look. Randy had been right underneath your noses this entire time. You could’ve saved him.

“You were in Juárez? We were there, too,” you muttered in shocked realization.

“Oh, I know,” Randy said, surprising you both. Your heart beat faster, accelerating to lightning speed and close to jumping out of your chest. Did he already know about you and his best friend? But he answered your question before you could ask it. “Cartel talked about a task force moving in on them. I overheard them once. Said my old partner and wife were looking for me. When y’all got too close, though, they moved me further south. There’s nothin’ you coulda done.”

“What did they do to you? How are you still alive?” you asked and didn’t want to sound ungrateful for it, but you were completely baffled. You had too many questions racing through your mind.

Randy chuckled a little at your line of questioning. “You’re still the same.” He smiled and tore your heart apart, because you knew you weren’t. Not really. “I think they thought they could keep me for leverage. Trade me at some point? They held me in a basement at first till they moved me south. Kept me at farm of some cartel member. It wasn’t highly guarded, but even when I had opportunity to flee, I didn’t know where I was or where to go. I thought they’d either kill me or give me back at some point, but then months… years passed. I gave up hope they’d ever let me go. And then, one night they threw a bag over my head and I woke up in some weird bunker… in Montana. Apparently. Anyone wanna explain what I’m doing here? How did you guys get here so fast? They only brought me here a few hours ago. Had to convince them a little to find and call you since they thought I was dead.”

“I was already here for a case. There’s a crazy serial killer lady who took you. That’s who locked you into that bunker,” you explained and watched his brow crease.

“Huh.”

“I work Major Crimes now. It’s a long story,” you added quickly. You didn’t even know where to start. How could you recap three years?

“Really?” His smile was back. This time, it was a proud one. “That’s good. You always wanted that.”

“Yeah.” You blushed a little and gave him a small smile in return.

He squeezed your hand, his gaze flickering to your missing ring on your finger once more. “So, uhm… since everyone thought I was dead, I guess we’re not married anymore, huh?”

Your heart exploded like he had just deposited a grenade inside of it. You averted your gaze to your joined hands. “Uh, Randy…”

“No, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he quickly soothed and chuckled to lift your worries, and you weren’t sure if it was a real smile or just one for your sake. “I’m just trying to catch up, you know? Get up to speed. ‘Sides, if we’re not married anymore, we could have a second wedding. Might be fun, right?”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to smile through the pain. “Uh, yeah.” You nodded and hoped he couldn’t see your reluctance.

Randy then stretched his neck and pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a slow and chaste kiss that felt like your first. Tears of happiness mixed with sadness as they rolled down your cheeks. When Beau softly cleared his throat, you broke away from Randy, your cracked heart shattering into sharp daggers that sliced through your skin. What were you supposed to do, though? Reject the man you married because it would break the heart of the one you currently loved?

“I-, uh, I should go. Let you two catch up,” Beau said uncomfortably. The crestfallen look on his face destroyed you. “I’ll keep the press away from this for as long as I can. Lord knows they love a good back-from-the-dead story.”

“You can do that?” Randy arched a curious brow.

Beau pulled his jacket back a little and tapped the badge on his belt. “Kinda the sheriff here.”

“Wow, congrats, man. You deserve it,” Randy said with a genuinely happy grin. He seemed like a kid who was catching up with all his friends on the first day of school after summer break.

Beau gave him a tight smile that said he didn’t think he deserved it. But only you could read that one. “Uhm, thanks, bud. I see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Beau, wait–”

But he had rushed out of that room so fast, he couldn’t even hear you as the door fell shut behind him. You offered Randy the same tight-lipped smile and stroked his cheek. Your emotions were a mangled mess. A part of you was hauled back to the past, old feelings that you had buried deep coming back alive, while new ones reminded you that it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Give me a sec, okay? I’ll go talk to your doctor. See when we can get you outta here,” you said and waited for Randy’s nod of confirmation before you darted out of the room.

Your heart thrummed in your ribcage as you raced down the hospital’s corridors all the way to the parking lot where you finally caught up with Beau. He was on a fast-paced escape to his car before he stopped when you called his name.

“Beau, wait!”

As he spun around, he dragged a palm over his face in an attempt to wipe away the tears. But the evidence was still visible, his eyes red and distraught. “You should go back, Y/N. He needs you.”

The heart in your throat caused you to choke. “So do you. I’m so sorry,” you said, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. But as you stepped forward to hold him, he took a step back.

“It’s okay. I get it. Trust me. I do. He’s your husband, and I’m just… Well, I’m nothin’,” he said, his voice laden with heartbreak. “Just don’t come closer, ‘cause if you do, I don’t know if I can hold myself back, alright? ‘Cause all I wanna do right now is kiss you and love you, even it’s the last time. I can’t do that to him. You understand?”

Everything in you wanted to break through the fence he had set up, full-throttle with a lead foot on the gas, but you thought it was best to respect his wishes for now. You didn’t even know where your head was and wanted to avoid hurting him more.

“Here, uhm, you should have this back.” He fished out your wedding ring from his back pocket and dropped it into your palm, the quick brush of his skin tearing you apart even more. The golden band suddenly felt heavier than it ever had. You didn’t even know when he had grabbed it from his desk drawer, but the foresight scared you. He let out a humorless chuckle as the sadness brimmed in his green eyes. “Not the ring I thought I’d give you…”

Your lips parted, your brow lifting in realization. Whatever dusted remnants were left of your heart plummeted. “Beau…”

“Don’t. ‘S okay,” he wrung out with a doleful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Call if you need somethin’.”

With a passive nod, he jumped into his Jeep. You clutched the ring in your hand so tightly it almost burned through your skin as you watched him drive off.

Beau uncapped his third beer of the night (plus two tumblers of whiskey and a shot of his old friend Don Julio) as he sat on the bed in his trailer. A pile of your clothes still lay on the floor to his right, your favorite coffee mug stood in the kitchen sink, and your shampoo was stored in the shower. It felt like you hadn’t left, even though you had.

He replayed the clips of the hospital in his mind over and over again. How Randy held your hand. How he touched your cheek. How he kissed you. How he looked at you when he first saw you – like he had finally found the piece of his heart again that he lost years ago, the same love in his brown eyes that had been there since day one. And Beau understood, because he had felt the same way once, too, when you walked into his office – back into his life.

He told himself it was the torture he deserved for all of his sins. And he swallowed it all down – the hurt, the heartbreak, the jealousy, the possessiveness. He had no right to feel those things. Not anymore. You weren’t his. You never were.

How long did he have with you this time around? Five weeks?

Suddenly, he regretted leaving Houston, regretted leaving you. He wasted a whole year that he could’ve spent loving you. He always thought, in the end, he'd have more time. Eternity, even. How fucking foolish was that?

The headlights and sounds of a car in front of his home drew his attention to the window, shadows and lights dancing along the walls of his trailer. He couldn’t see his visitor, but considering it was in the middle of the night, he assumed it was either Jenny or Cassie checking up on him. He had texted them to let them know what was going on. But as he opened the door, the sight left him speechless.

“Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like you were an angel he had prayed for. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were seeing things right, or if you were a booze- and depression-induced hallucination. You wouldn’t be the first ghost that came back to haunt him, after all.

“You ain’t nothing.”

With those words still floating in the night air, you cupped his neck and crashed your lips against his, kissing him fervently with everything you had as tears streamed down your cheeks. He returned the kiss just as passionately, although you could feel a part of him fighting against it. But his large hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him, the kiss lasting till both of you were bluer than the sky. You didn’t let go of him, though, hands holding onto his shirt, too scared he would slip through the cracks of your fingers if you did.

“Y/N, I can’t…”

“I love you,” you interjected his hesitance with firmness and gripped him tighter, your gaze drilling into him like you hoped your words would. “You think I’d just forget? You think my feelings for you just vanish into thin air? It doesn’t work that way. I can’t just snap my fingers and stop loving you. I can't go back to the way things were. I know you think me and Randy are some great love story, but so are you and I. Look, when he died, I grieved that loss and it felt like I was dying, too. I never thought life would be... exciting... and fun... and happy... and so full of love again. And then… I-I fell in love with you, and my life somehow started again. And I know this whole situation is fucked up and confusing and impossible. And I don’t know what to do… I don't know what the right thing is here. But I do know you feel right, and I can’t just pretend you and me and everything good that came with it never existed. I don’t want to. Please, just… I need you, Beau. You said you wouldn't leave again. You're not making things better by walking away...”

With a stretch of your toes, your nose grazed his before you gently claimed his plump, soft lips once more. Your tear-stained cheeks met the roughness of his beard. The kiss started ginger and careful, giving him time to withdraw if he wanted to. But he didn’t. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and stoked the flames of the fire that burned for him deep within your soul. Inhibitions were set ablaze as the kiss turned searing. He hoisted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle as he carried you inside.

The trailer’s peaceful silence was disturbed by panting breaths, a pathway of clothes leading from the entrance to the bed. You peeled off his shirt, and he slid off yours over your head. You unclasped your bra and tore it off, pressing your tits against his bare chest as your lips tried to remain connected to each other through it all. By the time he sat down on the edge of the mattress with you on top, only two naked bodies seeking friction remained.

You wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to fill you and make you whole again until you stopped feeling like you were breaking apart at the seams. Hands roamed and explored as tongues mingled and savored tastes. As you straddled his muscular thighs, his arms wound around your middle and kept you firmly pressed against him, his hold on you strong as his fingers dented your flesh. You hoped it was enough to leave bruises behind. You never wanted to forget him, wishing his marks would be permanent ink on your skin.

“I need you,” you murmured against his thoroughly kiss-swollen lips, his cock rubbing against your soaking core as you gently rocked your hips.

“I want you,” you assured him, your mouth trailing a path of featherlight kisses along his jaw and down to his throat, his groan vibrating against your soft lips. One hand steadied itself on his broad shoulder as your other one fisted his hard, throbbing length and positioned it at your entrance, his cockhead gliding through your slick and teasing you till you shuddered with wanton need to feel him inside of you.

“I love you,” you whispered and gasped as you sank down, sheathing his thick cock in your warmth as your velvety walls welcomed him. With a needy and yet tender kiss, you soothed his grunt when he was fully inside you and prodded at your cervix. “Wanna make you feel good, okay?”

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t do this to me if you’re gonna leave,” he pleaded, his gravelly voice laced with desperation and pain. His hand softly caressed your face as he rested his forehead against yours. His love for you radiated in his green eyes like kryptonite.

You cupped his bearded cheeks and forced him to look at you, lifting his chin to find your eyes. “I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“But–”

You kissed him before he could bring forth all the reasons why you should, but you didn’t care. Your heart was the North Star, and your heart had led you to him. When you left the hospital, there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no one you wanted to see more. Your heart had only ached for him.

You were finally home, and now that you were back in the arms where you belonged, you kissed him so hard till his mind quieted down to a soft lullaby. You kissed him so hungrily till his cock twitched inside of you because you were the only one he wanted, too. You kissed him so passionately he felt your love for him seep into his own heart.

As you began to roll your hips, he met you thrust by thrust as he pounded up into you. His massive hands and sinful mouth roamed every inch of your body. Palms groped your tits and fingers tickled your spine. Lips kissed your throat and tongue massaged your nipples. Teeth grazed your flesh and beard burned your skin.

Your nails dug into the thick muscles on his shoulders and scraped his scalp as his cock split you open with each pump. His girth tore you apart, each time you eased back down a new pleasurable burn coursing through you as your walls stretched to accommodate all of him.

Your pace rose with the tides of your hips, your thighs flexing as your cunt stroked his cock and came closer to the finish line. Beau buried his head in the crook of your neck, writhing and groaning underneath you. His fingers bit into your flesh, surely leaving bruises behind this time. Your tits rubbed against his chest, and you could feel his muscles tensing and straining underneath your fingertips with each bounce. He was barely holding on.

“Come for me, baby,” you beckoned him, feeling your own orgasm approach. The fuse was sparked and burned a path right to your explosive core. “I love you…”

“Fuck!” Beau cried out and spilled into you, his body trembling in your grasp. Those words were all it took to tip him over the edge.

You came with a thundering moan. His release triggered your own, your pussy pulsing violently around him and milking his cock for all he’d got. His cum mixed with your arousal and gushed out of you, trickling down your thighs and coating even his balls. Your thighs shook with exhaustion as you let yourself fall down on him, his arms catching you and holding you close.

Still panting, his mouth found yours in the dark. His thumbs stroked your flushed cheeks, the rest of his fingers dangling in your hair, the grip soft turned bruising as he kept you lip-tied to him, the kiss tender turned rough.

His nose brushed yours as he looked deeply at you. You could see the despair drowning in his pine green eyes, his emotions overtaking him.

“Pick me. Don’t go,” he begged in a harsh whisper, your flushed face in his warm palms.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, corazón.”

Chapter 10: It Matters

Phew, writing that hospital scene nearly killed me 😮‍💨 Next up, we have even more drama as the awkward throuple reaches a boiling point...

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sea-lanterns · 8 months ago

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STOP I HAD YELAN IN MIND WHEN WRITING THE CHILL COURTESAN V. TRAINWRECK NAVIA LMAO. I didn’t wanna ruin the vibe with the wrong character though so I just did “Chill courtesan”

Who would be calm in order of nation:

Lisa, Rosaria, Beidou, Yelan, Hu Tao is rapping in the lobby of the ER, Shenhe is calm but if something happened to you or the baby just know the whole hospital will be ground 0 in .5 seconds, Ningguang, Shogun is the same as Shenhe. Will restrain, but will fuck shit up if something happens to you or the child. Dehya’s mostly calm if not jittery, subtle enough it’s mistakable for being hopped on caffeine. Candace trusts the nurses/doctors, Chevruse.

Who would not be calm: Shaking like a damn leaf; Sucrose, Noelle, Xinyan,Ganyu, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kirara, Navia

Is sort of calm but needs isolation, will elbow you in the throat if you scare them: Eula, Mona, Rosaria, Keqing, Chevruse, CHIORI

It’s 1:11 am for me I’m tired I’d finish this but I literally am half asleep 🥲..

Can I be 🪼 anon?

Side note: I don’t write for Noelle, Xinyan or Kirara because their ages are ambiguous/I see them as minors. If you want to see the list of female characters I don’t write for, you can check the rules page and scroll all the way down to the bottom!

Anyways, this list is pretty accurate LMAO. I love how both of my favorite genshin women (Navia and Ganyu) are just absolutely shaking like leaves while the Empress is in labor. Courtesan Shenhe however, I feel would be very calm, yet very be panicky at the same time. Shes composed on the surface, but Shenhe is like…grabbing everything she could hold in her arms to the delivery room because “what if my Empress needs them? 🥺”

Also Shenhe: *brings a whole PlayStation console for the Empress*

I just feel like Courtesans Shenhe, Beidou, and Dehya would bring the most unnecessary stuff for the Empress in case she needs anything. Also, kinda hilarious how Eula or Chiori appear calm on the surface, but if you accidentally startle them during labor, they will punch someone.

I imagine that the first time the Empress screams, Eula, Chiori, Rosaria, etc. believe they are being attacked so they just punch the closest person to them (who just so happens to be a poor courtesan standing around) and it’s chaotic af

Yeah…the Empress’ deliveries are always chaotic thanks to all her courtesans’ shenanigans 😅

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 month ago

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Face Reality

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: minor angst at the end, minor violence

Summary: Time to put Banksy in jail, and the team is counting on you to help them. Meanwhile, you realize you’re using Banksy as a way to stall telling JJ about your new business opportunity in London. It doesn’t quite go according to plan.

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Square Filled: "This is going to hurt." for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

You stand in front of your floor-length mirror and admire the dress you picked out for the auction. It flows nicely down to your ankles, and it’s a rich deep purple that compliments your skin tone. Black strappy heels adorn your feet, and you smooth down your dress from nerves. You’ve been to plenty of auctions but never one where a serial killer is. You’ll do anything to help JJ’s team, but it’s normal to feel a bit jittery.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You lift your head and look at JJ’s reflection in the mirror.

“I’m the only one who can.”

“I think what you’re doing is brave.”

You smile slightly. “What if he’s there?”

“He most likely will be, but this is a track-and-report mission only. If you see him, alert us and we’ll make our move. Hotch is getting in touch with the curator right now.”

“Okay,” you whisper. You turn to face her and smile. “How do I look?”

“Gorgeous as always.” She pulls you in and kisses you. “Come on, they’re waiting for you.”

As soon as you two get to the BAU, you’re taken into the empty briefing room where you’re fitted to a wire. Emily and JJ make sure that the wire is hidden so that no one suspects you’re working with the FBI. Afterward, Hotch, Spencer, and Penelope walk into the room with a pair of black-framed glasses.

“These have a camera that will be in tune with our channel here so that we’ll see whatever you see,” Penelope says. “Just don’t get them wet.”

“Here is an earpiece that will be used to communicate with you. You’ll be able to hear us and talk to us if you need to,” Spencer says and hands that over.

You grab the earpiece and glasses before putting them both on. You rarely wear glasses so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the lens.

“This is a track-and-report mission only,” Hotch says. “When you get there, you will be on the lookout for any and all paintings done by Banksy. We will see what you see. If you can, bid on at least one of them and win. We’re betting on him being there and when you see him, that’s when you call us in.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Come on,” JJ says.

She escorts you to the town car that’s waiting for you outside the BAU. Before you can get in, you pull her in for a kiss.

“Let’s hope I make it out of there in one piece.”

“You will. I’ll be in your ear the entire time. I’ll be right outside.”

“Okay,” you nod.

You get into the car and the driver takes you to the same auction house as when you bought the watch and cabin for JJ. You get out and walk inside where guards are checking in guests. You set your purse and phone into the small bucket that goes through their X-ray detector, and you walk through the metal detector when they want you to.

The wires you’re wearing don’t set off the alarm because they don’t produce enough of a magnetic field to be caught by them. You grab your items and accept their pamphlet before walking inside the main room. The place is already filled with a bunch of people, so you quickly find your seat. You sit down and look through the pamphlet that has every item that will be auctioned. You find the art section and spot two of Banksy’s paintings. The fact that you know the paint is made up of human blood makes your stomach churn but you keep a straight face.

“Look at that. They’re selling two more paintings,” Derek says.

“Touch your nose if you’re doing okay,” JJ instructs. You do but make it look like you have an itch. “I love you.”

You bite back a smile and cross your leg over the other. The auction starts soon after, and you straighten when they start the bidding. One by one, each item gets sold to each person until they get to the art section. The first painting is brought out which is one of Banksy’s.

“From an anonymous artist known as Banksy, the bid will start off at five million dollars.”

“Five million,” you say and raise your paddle.

“Six million,” another bidder says.

“Ten.”

“Fifteen.”

You’re not going to let someone else win this. Not after you’ve gone through all this trouble. “Thirty million dollars.”

The woman backs down and allows you to have this win, and you hold back from grinning in victory. The next painting is the second one from Banksy, which you win as well. Altogether, eighty million dollars you know you won’t spend on them. Like hell, you’re going to give him any more of your money. You might have lost twenty-five million on the other painting but you won’t be giving him any more.

“Alright, that was the last of our items for the evening,” the announcer says thirty minutes later. “For those of you who won, please meet with the sellers in the next room. The payment will also be handled there as well.”

Instead of going straight to the room, you make a beeline for the bathroom. Potentially seeing a serial killer face-to-face is making your anxiety skyrocket.

“Y/N, are you okay?” JJ asks.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous.”

“It’s going to be okay. We’re right outside. We won’t let him hurt you. All you have to do is meet with him. Do not engage in informal conversation.”

“I’ve got this,” you whisper to your reflection. You leave the bathroom and enter the room where the sellers are. There is a spot in the back, kind of hidden, where Banksy is. He paces back and forth in front of his booth until you approach him. “Hi, I’m the one who bought both your paintings.”

“Thank you. I hope you like them.”

You shouldn’t do this but you figured if you can get him to talk about what he uses, you’ll catch him in a lie and incriminate him more.

“I do. I’ve never seen that kind of paint before. I love the way it drips down the canvas. What kind of paint did you use?”

“What are you doing, Y/N? Track-and-report only,” JJ says.

“Acrylic,” he says, distracted.

“I have mostly acrylic paintings and none of them do this kind of drip. I swear, I’ve never seen anything like it. Come on, what kind of paint is it?”

You roll your shoulders and the straps of your dress fall down, exposing the wire. Banksy sees it and immediately becomes rigid. You two, just for a few seconds that seem like hours, just stare at each other. He knows you’re with some kind of authority. You know he knows. He’s not sticking around to see what happens.

The only way to the exit is through you, and he doesn’t care if he has to hurt you while doing it.

He pushes you down and runs past you and through the exit door. You fall on your ass which causes the glasses to fall off your head. The BAU doesn’t have any eyes on the culprit but the earpiece is still working.

“It’s him. He’s here.”

“Do not go after him,” Hotch says.

When are you ever good at listening?

“I can catch him.”

“No, do not chase after him,” JJ says.

Screw this. You’re not letting him get away. You get off and take off running in the direction he went in. Your heels are slowing you down so you stop to take them off, but you keep them in your hands and continue to run. Banksy doesn’t wait for the elevator and takes the service stairs instead. You bust through the door and chase him all the way down to ground level. He pauses which is his mistake, and you crash into his body. He breaks your fall, and you wrestle him to keep him pinned beneath you.

“You sick son of a bitch! You’re not getting away with this.”

“Get off me!!”

“This is going to hurt.”

You take the sharp end of your heel and bring it down on his face. He cries out in pain just as the BAU comes rushing into the basement with their guns drawn. Derek pries you off the man while Hotch and Rossi arrest him.

“I told you not to go after him,” JJ says.

“He might have gotten away if I didn’t.”

The paramedics are called even though you feel fine. Beside a bruised ass, you feel okay. Still, JJ demands that you get checked out by the paramedics. As soon as they clear you, Hothc walks over with a hard look on his face.

“You disobeyed us.”

“I’m sorry, hotch, but I couldn't do nothing.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good, I promise. I’m just glad you got the guy.”

The BAU still has to figure out where he keeps his victims, but your part is done. The BAU can relax knowing the man is behind bars and won’t be hurting anyone else. You and JJ go home that night, already exhausted by the day’s event. Still, you made yourself promise that after this case was over, you’d tell her about London.

You just don’t know how she’s going to take it.

“I’m glad he’s off the streets,” you say with a glass of wine in your hands.

“Yeah, me too.” You take two big gulps of your wine and sigh. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. I was waiting until the end of this case to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

“I want to expand my business, like open a new branch somewhere else to reach more customers. I’m working with my architect on the blueprints.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Where?”

“I was thinking… London.”

At first, she doesn’t say anything. You look up from your glass to see the gears turning in her head.

“Okay, what does that mean?” she finally asks.

“Well, I’d have to hire a whole new staff, more lab personnel, and jewelers. I just wanted to know your thoughts on what if we lived in London for a while?”

“Are you kidding me? You just bought that gorgeous cabin for us. I have a job here. I have my friends and family here.”

“I know you do,” you sigh.

“Do you have to do it in London? What about in the US?”

“I’ve gotten countless calls from people living in London about my jewelry. It’s only sold in the US. I think it could be beneficial to open a branch over there.”

Again, JJ is silent. “Do you have to go?”

“I have to oversee the progress. JJ, I don’t need an answer now. Just think about it, okay? I completely understand if you don’t want to move there, so maybe I can do a hybrid schedule where I’m over there and over here.”

“How long would you be gone?”

“I’m not exactly sure, but when I opened my branch in Los Angeles, I had to be there four days of the week.”

“Four days?” she asks with a soft gasp.

“JJ, I haven’t made a decision yet. I wanted to talk to you about this first.”

“It sounds like you already have. You have everything figured out.”

“JJ…”

“I’m going to bed.”

She leaves before you say anything more. You sigh and set your glass of wine on the counter. There was the slight possibility that she wouldn’t be on board, but you didn’t know she’d react this way. Her happiness and well-being are first priority, but this is something you’ve been thinking about before you met her. You want your company to be known all around the world. It’s been a dream of yours when you first started the company.

Maybe she’ll come around… She has to.

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minhio22 · 3 months ago

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You don't remember?

Random af nayuta angst i decided to write cause it was a shower thought in one sitting sksbjdn. Hope u enjoy and 2k plus word is insane me

You guess your first meeting with Nayuta was fairly normal for someone like him. You were just browsing the shelves at the record store when he approached you when you picked up a certain record.

‘Hm? This one is….’ You had picked up a record that caught your interest, getting a familiar feeling from it despite never seeing it before. Maybe.

“Oh that one is-” A person perked up behind you, looking over your shoulder at the record you held in your hands. It looked like his eyes were twinkling at the sight of it.

It startled you at first but you composed yourself and turned to him and held it up. Tilting your head at him. Nayuta never told you but at that he found you cute with your slightly confused expression. That was where you hit it off, talking for a while about music. At first it was him telling you about the record in your hands and then it went to your tastes in music.

Those casual outings soon became more as your friendship blossomed into something more as time went out. The feelings between you two grew stronger each time you hanged out, those casual hangouts became subtle dates at Nayuta’s discretion and soon you ended up becoming a thing.

At some point in time Nayuta introduced you to Shiki and introduced Shiki to you. He was a bit awkward and shy but you smiled at him nonetheless. He seemed like a nice and sweet boy. You felt a bit weird when you found out that Nayuta didn’t tell Kanata about you nor did he know about Shiki too. When you thought about it from his point of view it did make some sense to some extent. Nayuta never had a strong body so he always told you that he didn’t want to make Kanata worry or you and Shiki for that matter of fact. He always kept his outings and dates with you a secret from his twin brother. You supposed you could see where he was coming from, not wanting to constantly be confined in a room at times. You wished you could help him though, him being from the slums and all but he was adamant, never accepting it so you never brought it up again.

The rooftop. That abandoned rooftop at that highrise that no longer is used, is Nayuta’s and Shiki’s hangout spot but it gradually became yours too. Sometimes it being the three of you together talking about some random things looking at the stars, sometimes just you and Nayuta lying down on that couch they brought up cuddling in each other’s embrace, other times it was just you and Shiki, who had gradually got used to your presence and felt less jittery around you as you get to know about each other more. You liked it, you liked this peaceful feeling with them, this relationship with Nayuta, he couldn’t give you much materially but you were content with just him.

That night the three of you were sitting on the rooftop together, the wind blowing your clothes and hair softly. You silently ate on a popsicle you bought earlier before coming, it was quiet before Nayuta spoke up.

“Say, this rooftop is good, isn’t it?”

You nodded looking over the view as Shiki replied his agreement to Nayuta.

“I love looking at the sky from here. Let’s just pretend we don’t see dirty things below.” Nayuta commented again.

Shiki seemed unsure how to answer that out of place slightly negative comment just saying ‘yeah’ while you spoke up.

“But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still there. You’re still going to have to face it someday.” You weren’t entirely sure what you were talking about when those words came out but it seemed to strike a cord inside Nayuta. “Still it’s pretty to look at…” You mumbled leaning your chin on your hand leaning your weight on your elbow.

“Yeah. It’s pretty good during the evening too, the city lights look like a dance floor from a crowded club. It’s my favourite. A secret place that even Kanata doesn’t know.”

You were surprised at that. It seemed that Shiki was too. “Eh? Is that so?”

“Yeah. Shiki and Y/n are the only people I’ve told this to.” Nayuta squeezed your hand.

It was silent until Shiki brought up a topic you didn’t really like about.

“About that part time job… are you still continuing that?” Shiki asked. Which made your eyes instantly dart to Nayuta’s arm looking for any trace of the metal corrosion. Participating in human experiments as a part time job is enough to leave a bitter taste in anyone’s mouth. Especially if you care a lot about that someone and you were certain Shiki felt the same and had the same thoughts too.

“Ah… yeah.” Nayuta rubbed your knuckles when he sensed that you were looking at him so intensely.

“Don’t you think it’s better if you quit Nayuta? It’s chipping away at your life slowly and you aren’t even….” that healthy in the first place where words that didn’t leave your mouth.

“Not possible. That part time job pays well. I don’t want to burden Kanata anymore. Not only that…Kanata has always lived just for my sake.” You wouldn’t know how true those words would ring until very late into the future.

You were running to that place. The building on the rooftop you usually hung out with them, running up all those flights of stairs ignoring the burn it gave to your legs, ignoring how tired it was making you. You didn’t notice it but Shiki was in front of you by just a bit so you arrived right after he did. Both of you are panting out of breath from running like idiots cause it was weird that Nayuta called out for you to meet so late at night especially when you saw Shiki was here too that something was up.

“Nayuta! What happened?? You suddenly said you want to meet.” Shiki was gasping for air.

“Yeah, Nayuta. Lucky I haven’t slept yet or not. Nevermind that. What’s bothering you?” Your hands were on your knees trying to regain your stable breathing.

“I’m sorry Shiki, Y/n, I just wanted to see you two no matter what.”

“Eh?” The both of you let out, startled.

“Also, I haven’t returned the record I borrowed last time, right? There, the one I put beside you.”

Your eyes darted to the record he was mentioning wondering what was up.

“Ah, if that’s the case, why aren’t you handing it to me personally? Hey, why are you standing in that place? It’s dangerous if a strong wind blows.”

You didn’t realise it until then but he was standing right near the edge. Shiki was right, a strong wind could clearly push him down. “Nayuta! Don’t stand there please?”

Nayuta glanced at you, his eyes telling you he was sorry. “It will blow me away and I’ll fall, right?”

“Then don’t stand there?”

“I’m sorry, what Shiki and you said is right, after all.”

You were confused about what he was going at. So was Shiki.

“I can’t anymor-” Nayuta started coughing. You slowly stepped forward to Nayuta, your eyes filled with worry, hand raised slightly.

Nayuta was panting then, he looked sicker than you’ve ever seen him before then. He rolled up his sleeve and showed the two of you. A nasty colour, no longer like what it was supposed to look like only now it looked like it had been contaminated. It made you grimace. “Take a look at this arm. Destroyed by the metal. I can’t stop it anymore. In an instant, it became like this.”

“No….”

“Nayuta… since when? No… It can’t be.” You were getting closer to him and he realised that too but didn’t mention it.

“I can’t show Kanata this condition. If I do that, I’ll burden him even more. That’s why…I’m thinking of ending it.” He kept coughing. You don’t think when he said he was ending it in the sense of stopping that part time job. You got closer to him, frantic, scared of what you thought might happen but not going too fast in fear of scaring him away.

“I’m very happy to meet you Shiki.” Nayuta….. Nayuta was crying. He looked at you who was inching closer and closer to you. “You too Y/n. It was fun. Thank you. Both of you.”

“Nayuta…hey! That’s dangerous! Hurry up and come her-”

“I’m sorry. I’m weak after all, it’s impossible for me alone but… I decided to do it here for the last time…. In this place Shiki, the place that only the two of you know about.”

Shiki was crying for Nayuta to stop. Your steps got quicker, closing the distance faster to him. You grabbed onto him, clutching onto him tightly while crying. Telling him to not do this, to not leave Kanata alone like this, that you and Shiki could help him work something out.

Nayuta only looked at you sadly, rubbing your hair as he whispered out his apologies to you. He pulled you away slightly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before taking a deep breath. “The sky… is beautiful… and I love you.” He pushed you back hard before he himself went backwards. What he didn’t account for was that you caught his arm so now unfortunately for the both of you, the two of you were falling together.

You could hear Shiki’s screams from above. Ah the wind is so fast. Nayuta was startled and he started to panic, not expecting this in the slightest. He just held you close hoping that when the two of you hit the ground he would take the most of the impact, that somehow you would still live.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You think you heard Kanata? Ah you weren’t sure. It was too hard to think. Everything hurts. Your body hurts, your heart hurts, your throat hurts. Nayuta? What about Nayuta? What happened to him? You don’t think you could move, nothing makes sense. It’s dark. That went on for a while.

Only after that did you find out that Nayuta went missing? Was he dead? Probably. The first face you saw when you woke up was Shiki’s. He seemed to be in rough shape. You were probably in a worse state than he was though.

After that day, you and Shiki hadn’t been the same. For Shiki, who already had such a fragile confidence it just shattered even more. The guilt was eating away at him. You were sure that if you didn’t make it, it would've been harder on Shiki. To be honest the guilt ate away at the both of you. You thought that maybe if you had held onto him properly and not fallen with him he would’ve been alive. That if he hadn’t held onto you so tightly scared that he had brought you along to his ruin that maybe he’d still be alive. That if he didn’t take most of the force from the fall he would’ve been alive. That if you hadn’t fallen with him your added weight wouldn't have hurt him even more.

Those thoughts plagued your mind. At first it constantly swirled in your mind, your sleep restless, waking up in cold sweat because of your mind replaying what happened. The only person who got you was Shiki and the two of you struggled through it. But for you it got better with time slowly. Shiki didn’t seem to be like you though. You think he took the hardest of it.

When you heard about Paradox Live and the teams that were participating, your heart dropped when you saw cozmez because there was no way. Kanat wouldn’t do it right? No way he would’ve. Not without Nayuta. It confused you to no end but at the same time terrified you. No way he was still alive right? You weren’t sure if you could face him but the thought of him being alive still……

It surprised you when you saw him on stage. That he really was alive. You didn’t have the opportunity to meet him though. And you feared facing him for the time being, wondering if it was okay when he sacrificed himself to keep you alive when he barely was already.

That day. It was a couple days before cozmez and TCW’s stage battle, Shiki had texted you to come to the rooftop to accompany him, and you agreed thinking that maybe you could calm your mind down, ease it somehow by going there.You patted Shiki’s back as he was crying, sibbing as he talked about how he still had the record from that time, how he didn’t have the right to be Nayuta’s friend anymore because he couldn’t save him. Shiki’s guilt about you had decreased overtime since you kept reassuring him and all that but with Nayuta’s one it was quite difficult compared to yours.

“Shiki don’t say that. Nayuta said he was happy to be your friend, didn't he?”

A voice behind the two of you made the both of you jolt in surprise. “HUH? What are you talking about?”

“Nayuta?!” Both of you were surprised.

“Anyway, who are you? This is my favourite place.”

“Y-you’re…Nayuta right? The real….Yatonokami Nayuta right?”

“Is it… really you?”

“Huh? That’s right, though.” Nayuta seemed confused and irritated at the same time.

“I knew it… you’re alive. At that time… No!.. That’s it, you were just injured but saved.”

“That does make sense, Shiki since it was like that for me too.”

Shiki said he was glad Nayuta was alive and went closer to him unconsciously but Nayuta stopped him.

“Ah.. you..no wonder you look familiar, you’re TCW’s member?” Nayuta asked which you thought was weird since he is so much more to him than just that? His eyes landed on you. “And you are?” Oh it felt like getting shot in the heart.

“Yeah… I’m Ando Shiki and this is L/n Y/n. You don’t remember?”

“Remember what? I don’t bother remembering guys I just watched in lives. And surely I won’t remember some fangirl.”

You looked at Shiki with an expression that showed how utterly unbelievable this was as you pointed at Nayuta. “He’s not serious is he Shiki? There’s no way right?” You felt like you could go hysteric right there and then. Shiki looked at you sadly as he tried to explain it to Nayuta but he really didn’t seem to remember.

“Are you pretending that you don’t know me because you’re mad at me?”

“Are you? Mad at us Nayuta? Maybe he lost his memory, Shiki?”

“Don’t drag me into your nonsense talk. Anyway, can you move? You’re in the way.”

Shiki apologized as he pulled you along with him cause you seemed rooted to the spot. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him which made him annoyed.

“Coming here after a long time, I can’t believe I'm being bothered by a boring guy and a weirdo.” Nayuta sighed.

“Nayuta? No it’s fine….knowing that you’re alive….” Shiki stumbled over his words.

“We’re glad that you’re alive Nayuta.” You muttered out, not sure if he would take it.

“Is that so?”

“Nayuta?”

“Hurry up and disappear.” Were Nayuta’s last words to the two of you. Ah you never knew how sharp words could be until then. Shiki had to physically drag you away despite his heart tearing at the seams also.

You were silent as you walked, listening to Shiki mumble out his worries and all that. You ended up bumping into Yohei, who Shiki ended up crying to. Seeing Shiki cry made you cry too as you stood there away from the two of them. Yohei seeing you cry also brought you close to Shiki as he comforted the two of you telling you two that it’s okay to cry.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #oneshot #ando shiki #minhio writes #nayuta yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami x reader #yatonokami nayuta #yotonokami nayuta x reader #angst

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bowsersfavprincess · 1 year ago

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BOWSER X METALHEAD S/O

Contains: Fluff, gn reader, Bowser having a fat crush on the reader (ofc), Junior being a cutie patootie, Kamek not giving af, mention of potential imprisonment/death/kidnapping, bad words 🙀☠️

Sorry it took me so long to make another part but this pretty much goes with my last post (Although you don't have to read it to understand)

Bowser's a lonely guy, all he has is his makeshift family

Kamek, the Koopalings, and of course his son Junior

Which you'd think is a big family, but he still feels lonely

He longs for companionship

He craves the thought of marriage

Which is why Peach finds herself in his grasp so often

Junior obviously deserves a mother figure, and who better than the sweetest most beautiful Princess in all the land?

And although Bowser can't deny that Peach is something special, he finds himself thinking about how Peach sort of isn't his type

She's too uptight and prissy for him

He wants someone who he can be himself around, and they won't see him as a total monster

But he's convinced himself that no one like that exists, and that Peach would be the best option for a mother

Well he was convinced, until he met you

You had both been at a concert

Bowser's favorite heavy metal band at that

A band that happened to originate from the darklands

The band was entirely made out of Koopas, so the only fans were darkland creatures

Who would be dumb enough to travel to this deadly lava land and possibly be imprisoned forever just to see a rock band?

And it made sense, heavy metal was usually only enjoyed by the people of Bowser's kingdom

But there you were in the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb

Easily noticeable

Though most of the Goombas, Koopas, Shy guys, and other creatures didn't seem to take notice or care

If you were any real threat King Bowser would easy spot you out and dispose of you

And oh, he spot you out alright

As soon as he sits in his big throne (which he has for all his concerts because he's 'The King of Awesomeness') he spots you immediately

'Kamek... who the hell is that?'

Kamek nudges him for swearing because Junior's standing by

The small Prince looks at his father with wide eyes

'Oops.. uh.. sorry Junior. But who is that?'

Kamek just shrugs

'I'm not sure sire, why don't you ask?'

'Wha- I can't just go up and ask!'

Bowser wonders why he's so nervous about asking

You're technically an intruder, and he could throw you in a pit of lava if he so wished

But that feeling in his stomach reminds him that he wouldn't

That jittery feeling of nervousness and excitement

He begrudgingly does what his advisor suggests, tapping you on the shoulder

You turn around to a tall King looming over you

His shadow engulfs you, but you aren't afraid

He seems puzzled at this

'Oh! You must be King Bowser. It's a pleasure to meet you, really.'

Now he's even more confused

A pleasure? To meet him? Surely you're joking

But that sweet innocent smile says otherwise

'I.. uh.. yeah. You too...'

He's at a bit of a loss for words, which never happens to him

Ever

He's trying to find something to say, to not just stand there staring awkwardly

'So uh.. you... like this band?'

You smile at him once again with genuine interest in the conversation

'Yup! This is my favorite band actually.'

Bowser can't help but smile too

'Huh... really? Wow, not a lot of uh... outsiders like this music..'

He quickly speaks again to make sure you're comfortable

'Not that you're not welcome of course! I won't uhh, throw you in lava or anything..'

He chuckles awkwardly, hoping that he won't scare this mysterious human away

You laugh too

'Oh that's alright, I'm not scared'

He stops, blankly staring

You're not scared

You're not scared of him

You're not frightened, visibly repulsed, you actually like the music here

Bowser just stares for a long while, absolutely dumbstruck

Then the buzz of speakers connecting is heard and he knows the concert will start soon

'Uh.. why don't you.. join me?'

He points to his elevated seats

'Best seats in the house'

He smiles awkwardly and is overjoyed once you accept

It's then you meet Junior and Kamek

Kamek isn't necessarily interested in you, you aren't a threat and Bowser seemingly enjoys your company

Junior however, could not be more interested

Some random human that his father brought back to sit in the royal spots with him

Some human who seems genuinely friendly

It's not something Junior is used to either

He doesn't get along with Mario at all, doesn't see Luigi much and well

Princess Peach doesn't necessarily like Junior

As much as she's sugary sweet on the outside, the idea of mothering a small version of her enemy doesn't quite appeal to her

And she's not exactly the best actress

But this random human seemed to have no problems with Junior

In fact they seemed as interested in Junior as he was in them

Bowser notices

'Oh, that's my son, Junior'

Junior just gives a small wave

Your eyes go wide and you smile at him

'Hello Junior'

You can't help but squeak with excitement looking at the shy koopa

'Oh, you look just like your father! I bet you're going to grow up and be big and strong just like him, huh?'

Junior's tail wags slightly

'Yeah! I'll be just like papa!!'

Bowser watches this scene with the most joy he's felt in years

Maybe... maybe he could stop pursuing Peach and kidnap someone else

No, he had a chance

It was slim, but much larger than the chance Peach was giving him

Which is none

He didn't have to force you, not yet

You weren't scared

You seemingly liked him and his son

Maybe he could actually get someone to love him

The real him

After the concert ends Bowser doesn't want you to leave

In fact he's a bit beside himself at the thought

Maybe he will have to kidnap you, make you stay

But you assure him that you'll be back

He doesn't believe it, not one bit

But then you take out a sharpie you had brought to get the bands autograph and write your number on his palm

Once again he's speechless

Maybe he has a chance at real love after all

We can fix him. Or make him worse 😈

I'll probably make a part two to this because I was going to do something entirely different but then accidentally made a whole story lol

Also how do you guys feel about Bowser x reader smut?? 🤔🥴 (Monster fuckers unite)

#bowser koopa #king bowser #super mario #super mario movie #bowser x reader #peach #bowser jr #kamek #bowser x peach #koopalings

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