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chososdiscordkitten · 9 months ago

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Ex-Husband Gojo

artist: yunonoai on twt

Synopsis: Gojo as ur ex-husband trying to win you back („• ᴗ •„)

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: no use of y/n nor mentions of readers appearance, THERES PLOT IN THIS ONE!! Mentions of pregnancy and getting back together again, seducing(?), fingering, spanking ONCE, reader gets folded like a chair, multiple orgasms, cream pie, aftercare(?)

(a.n) underlined text is a link incase u need a picture of the position :>

MDNI

You could never hate Gojo, even if you had been divorced for a year- pretending to barely tolerate him when you saw him.

But you knew in your marrow- you could never hate him. The only man in your life for the past 7 years, father of your child, and provider of anything you could ask for.

The divorce didn’t even affect Gojo- even as he was signing the papers, he still looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Give my wife whatever she wants.” he directed his divorce lawyer, earning an exasperated sigh from your lips.

Everything your own lawyer asked for, he shrugged.

The house? “Take it.” he scoffed, looking at you with all the love in the world.

Child support? He didn’t even blink. Satoru offered to give you money every month. As long as you didn’t work and stayed at home to care for his son.

Forget the cars or the cabin in the mountains you would go to in the winter to ski. None of that bothered Satoru. He would give you whatever you requested as long as it made you happy.

It only made your head pulse- the way the divorce lawyers were looking at you like you were some kind of horrible villain. Divorcing a seemingly loving husband who would give you anything and everything you asked for.

That was until you asked for sole custody of your child, knowing he barely had time when you were married; how would he find the time as a single father?

“No,” he said sternly, in a deeper tone—now taking this seriously. “50-50, or nothing.” he threatened, a dark aura looming over his figure as you caved.

You asked for a divorce, not because he never gave you enough— that was never the problem. Gojo loved giving and had more than enough to offer, especially to his wife and child.

The issue was, two years into marriage, he knocked you up. It wasn’t a problem though. Married, old enough, and stable enough to welcome a child into the world.

Satoru was present a lot more for those 9 months you were growing his child. Ignoring the responsibilities of his demanding job.

Nine months of pure bliss. Moving into a house, painting your child’s nursery together. Shopping for clothes, going through Satoru’s unbelievably long list of baby names- 90% of which you said ‘no’ to.

The two years before you were pregnant, you were aware of how demanding Gojo’s job really was. You knew he would be gone more often than he was present.

And it didn't bother you. If it made Satoru happy and he still returned to you at the end of the day- you didn't mind.

But during those nine months of growing his child, you thought the rest of your lives together would be the same. You thought he would be present more often than not.

And when you were pushing his big-headed child into the world, it was almost like a switch flipped in Satoru’s mind. As though he looked down to the child that was undeniably his, lily white hair—the same shade as his, and bright blue eyes, just like his father's. Gojo saw the future in the boy he held in his hands.

Gojo never told you, but that day, he realized he had to work harder, to give you and his son the best lives you could have.

He distanced himself, making sure to leave as much space between you and his work as he could. This led to you wondering if he just didn’t find you attractive anymore, or if the domestic cookie-cutter life wasn’t enough for him.

Had he told you the truth- maybe the divorce would have been avoidable. But Satoru saw this divorce settlement as you throwing a fit.

Deep down, it hurt him. It pained his heart even thinking that you would consider leaving him, but he allowed you to sign those papers.

It only meant he would have to make you fall in love with him all over again.

You scoffed at his demand of 50-50 custody, knowing you saw him two nights a week when you were married. Not even being able to fathom how he could handle having your son 50% of the time.

But Satoru surprised you in that area. Always being on time to pick up his kid from your doorstep, giving you a big hug every time he would see you. Even kissing your forehead when he would leave.

You didn’t think anything of it- he invested so much of himself in your marriage; it was instinct by now.

But when you’d be at the park with them, watching him hold the little hand of the mini Gojo that looked identical to him. Smiling with a soft warmth, Satoru may have always run out of time- constantly. But it was undeniable that he was a fantastic father.

When he ran into an acquaintance from work, he still introduced you as his lovely wife. So often that you stopped correcting him, knowing he would only start complaining if you did.

Even if the law saw you as a single mom. Technically, divorced and with a 5-year-old toddler on your hip.

Satoru still looked at you and saw his wife. Mother of his child, homemaker, and the only person that helped him heal- the person who gave him the privilege of being a father.

In his eyes, you were still his. Didn’t matter if you were divorced or not; the marriage dynamic was still present between you two.

Of the two of you, Satoru was the one who was least embarrassed about the little slip-ups. Late nights after you put your toddler down to sleep, wine glasses in hand as you recalled memories from married life.

9 out of 10 times, it always ended with Satoru’s lips crashing into yours, greedily slotting his tongue past your lips as his hands pulled you to straddle his thighs.

Nights ending with being cuddled up together, undressed and on the bed you didn’t replace when he moved out. And mornings being awakened by the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen.

Walking down the stairs with puffy eyes, “Your mama always sleep in this late?” you heard Satoru speak from the kitchen, followed by a little laugh your son chimed.

Nodding your head disapprovingly with a smile, watching your child pull Satoru’s ear to his lips, letting out a small ‘tsk’ at what his child whispered into his ear.

The sight was always heartwarming, knowing things could’ve been like this all the time if things were different.

And every afternoon, when Satoru would practically be forced out of the house- came the talk of “This can’t happen again. It’s confusing for him-” Only for Satoru to kiss your cheek.

“Won’t happen again.” he would smile, knowing that declaration was a mere tool to end conversations like these. Knowing as long as you allowed it- mornings like these would keep happening.

There was still a lot- almost too much love, between you and Satoru. You knew this couldn’t continue, branching out and thinking of ways to not be so involved. Being all too aware of the fact that, for the past 7 years, your life has only been your husband and your son.

Ex-Husband.

That only proved your point- Satoru slowly started embedding the idea of calling him your husband again, that even in your own mind you still referred to him as such.

You knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. To continue entertaining the potential of getting together again. You considered it at first, if he was such a changed man and all he needed was to be reminded of what he lost to change his ways, would it be so bad to get back together?

But the slip-ups and nights shared together in each other's arms were too good to be true.

You feared that the same thing would happen if you allowed him fully into your life again. He would show you the best parts of him at first, then go back to neglecting his responsibilities to you and his child.

So when you asked Gojo to babysit for one evening. Instead of asking you why, he asked his 5-year-old son. Who came running up to him, pulling Satoru's hair to whisper another secret into his ear- barely legible and full of amused giggles: “Mommy has a date.”

Satoru must’ve heard wrong- it almost sounded like his son said you- his wife, had a date with someone other than him.

He tried getting more information out of his son, playfully asking who, where, and why. But the little man only scoffed, saying that you only said you had a date, and that’s why Dad had to watch him that evening.

And on the day of, Satoru showed up at your doorstep looking offensively good. Fresh haircut and his hair half dry, a white t-shirt that was entirely too tight, and gray sweats- with nothing under them (slut). And to top it all off, your favorite cologne spritzed onto his chest.

You opened your front door- you furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief, eyeing the man before you. You hated when he would purposefully show up on your doorstep looking fucking scrumptious. It was too tempting.

And as he always does- he pulls you into a rib-crushing hug, ensuring you get a face full of his scent. Kissing the top of your head as you loosely wrapped your arms around his waist. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured against your scalp, pulling away from him and scoffing.

Walking back into the entryway of your house, hearing him step behind you and close the door- “I thought I told you to come at 7.” you muttered, trying to shake off the invading thoughts of the apparent print in his sweats.

“I wanted to see you before you left.” Satoru mumbled behind you, following you up the stairs of his house and listening to the TV playing your child’s favorite cartoon.

You only hummed in response to the excuse as to why he was here a whole 2 hours before you were to leave.

While you were showering, Gojo sat on the couch supervising his son, who was asking any question that popped into the little man’s mind. Questions the child would ask you, but refuse to think you were telling the truth. So he would ask his Dad, and believe him instead.

You found it frustrating that your child believed Satoru more than he believed you- but endearing that he would always run things by his father.

All the while, answering the little questions his toddler asked- Satoru wondered if you still had that bad habit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked while you showered.

But Satoru knew he had to take a more subtle approach to the delicate situation at hand.

As he heard the sound of the shower halting- thanking the noisy plumbing the house had. It always let him know you were stepping out of the shower from wherever he was in the house.

He rose from the couch and grabbed his child from the floor. “Let’s go see what mommy’s doing.” Gojo smiled as he hooked his hands beneath his child's arms, hearing happy laughter from the little human in his hands as he ran up the stairs.

Satoru always liked watching you get dressed, even if it was to go see another man. He enjoyed watching the care you put into your appearance.

He walked into the humid restroom, his eyes catching the half-way-done zipper of your dress. “Zip me,” you murmured, looking into the mirror as you applied your makeup.

Satoru placed his child on the ground and walked up behind you, his eyes catching the clasp of your lace undergarment. He furrowed his eyebrows, realizing it was one he hadn't seen before.

He lightly placed his hand on your hip, his face too close to your shoulder, as his fingers slowly worked up the zipper. Gojo’s thumb caressed your clothed hip, giving you a light squeeze before letting go of the zipper.

Pressing your thighs together slightly and trying to ignore the warmth of his hand.

So as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, his child bouncing on his lap, watching you with an adoring gaze, enjoying the angle he had of you slightly bent over the sink. “Where’d you say you were going again?” squinting his eyes as you swiped away any misplaced makeup on your cheek.

“Out.” you scoffed, knowing if you told him the truth he would only start whining at you.

So he flashed his eyes to his son, “Do you know?” he whispered, watching his son hold back a laugh as you rolled your eyes.

As much as you disliked being the bad cop in most parenting scenarios, your child always took his side- always told him the truth when he’d ask.

“Mommy has a date.” he giggled, only for you to look to your side and squint your eyes, “Traitor.” you murmured, watching Satoru’s jaw fall in feigned shock.

“A date?” he pursed his lips, looking at you sadly. “You asked me to watch my child to go on a date?” his tone was full of sarcasm, watching you nod your head ‘no’ as you looked back into the mirror.

“It’s just dinner-” you muttered, trying to avoid his harsh gaze on your profile. “Besides, I’m sure you have your fair share of them.”

Satoru gasped your name, placing his hands on either side of his child’s head and covering his ears.

“You accuse me of cheating in front of our child? I only have room for one woman in my heart.” he scoffed, placing a hand onto his chest- almost as though he found offense in knowing you could- but he never would.

“It’s not cheating, we aren’t married anymore.”

He pulled his hands from his child’s ears, eye twitching at your declaration. “Who is he?” he asked, tone more severe as his child played with his hands. You sighed, “I have a right to know-” he started- earning for you to look at him with an irritated expression.

“Just a parent from his school.”

Satoru squinted his eyes. He knew he couldn’t ask you to homeschool his child- ‘socialization’ and all that. But now, Satoru had to worry about you being pawed at while dropping off his son at kindergarten.

In some attempts to not show he was starting to get pissed off, “If you were into single dads- you have one right here~” Gojo grinned, watching the grimace on your face churn from his attempt at flirting.

“That’s not it, but thank you for that.” you scoffed, curling your eyelashes and feeling his eyes pierce your skin.

“So what is it?” he hummed, wanting to know what this man had that he didn’t.

With a sigh you rolled your eyes, hearing your child slide off his lap and patter out of the bathroom. “I don't wanna talk about this anymore.” you muttered, sensing Satoru rise from the tub's edge and shift behind you, placing his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I wanna know who you’re replacin’ me with,” he whined in your ear, causing you to scoff and look down to the sink.

You were used to Satoru clinging to you- showing his affection to you even if you weren’t together anymore.

Satoru pressed his hips onto your slightly bent bottom, his lips barely grazing your ear, “If this is about your needs- I’m here for that too, y’know.” he whispered into your ear. Making sure you could feel his print against your bottom as he pressed himself closer to you.

Your breathing increased slightly, parting your lips as his hands around your waist squeezed you tighter. “You don’t have to look for anyone else-” he whispered, lips pressing onto the shell of your ear as you closed your eyes.

“I’m here whenever you need me,”

Mentally battling the temptation with every whisper into your ear, his breathing grazing your skin, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface.

Satoru was about to murmur another temptation into your ear. Until your child's crying voice echoed through the bathroom walls. Rushing out of the bathroom and finding your son on the ground of your bedroom- Tiny droplets of blood oozed from his little knee, with fat tears leaving his blue eyes.

Satoru wasted no time scooping up the crying child from the ground, hushing him with small assurances that it was okay.

Though it was only a scrape- it was enough for Satoru to convince you to call up this, ‘Fellow parent from school’ and tell him you had to cancel. Setting no reschedule day as Gojo purposefully called out to you- “Honey, where are the band-aid’s?~”

And with that, Satoru got what he wanted. Your date was canceled, and the man backed off.

After too many treats and much-needed coddling from his father, your son dozed off in Gojo’s arms as he walked up the stairs, exhausted from the sobbing. Placing him onto the little race car bed he built- recalling the day Satoru helped you paint the bedroom.

You settled onto the living room couches and thanked him for being here. “M’sorry if you had any plans.” You sighed, looking at the well-favored man before you.

Gojo scoffed, “No plans are more important than you.” with a slight smile on his lips.

“And your son.” you clarified with a warm grin.

Satoru looked down at your hands. “And my son.” He repeated your words, reaching for your hands and holding them in his. Scooching the tiniest bit closer to you, “Thank you,” he muttered, caressing the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“For what?” looking at him adoringly.

Gojo blinked his eyes as he engulfed the sight of your expression. Looking back at him with the same look you had when you were still married. “For bein’ a good mom,” he whispered, slowly inching closer to you.

“-nd a good wife,” he whispered, watching your eyebrows furrow at the proclamation, cheeks tingling from hearing him call you that. Parting his lips as you leaned in closer to him.

The corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly, “Why did we ever get divorced, hmm?” he whispered, darting his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. Trying to recall the last time he tasted you- finding it offensive that he couldn’t even remember.

You gulped slightly, watching his eyes go half-lidded as he leaned closer to you. You blinked your eyes closed- feeling the last of your reservations dissolve in your mind as you pressed your lips against his.

Satoru’s eyes half-lidded as he watched your eyebrows pinch up- letting go of your hands as he traced his fingertips up your arms. Lightly swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, parting your mouth to grant him entry.

Your hands making their way to his torso- feeling the thin fabric of his shirt beneath your fingers. Sighing as his tongue pressed against yours, his hands trailing to your back.

Pulling you closer to him as his fingers reached the zipper of your dress. Soft hums of appeasement rumbling onto his tongue. Tugging down the zipper slowly as your hands found the bottom of his shirt, tracing your hands beneath the fabric.

Your fingers grasping against his carved torso desperately, your thumb lightly caressing his happy trail. His hands slipped past the opening of your dress- sprawling against your back.

You pulled away- looking into his eyes. His cheeks flushed and lips puffy. “We can’t-” you breathed, hoping he would have the strength to put a halt to this. You swallowed- mouthing another ‘we can't.’ before pressing your lips onto his again.

Letting a soft moan slip your lips as he pulled the top of your dress down- feeling the light grazes of his fingers against your skin. Placing his hand on your side, sliding up your torso and cupping the underside of your laced breast.

Feeling a twinge of anger once he felt it was a bralette- only a thin layer of lace separating his hand from your soft skin. Even more when he remembered why you would be wearing this.

Tracing his thumb over the little peak beneath the lace, giving it a soft swipe. Earning a light hum to leave your lips onto his.

And to check- just to be sure he wasn’t getting mad over nothing; Satoru pulled his lips from yours. Placing damp kisses onto your cheek. Peppering them down your neck, soft sighs and moans leaving your lips were heard as hymns to Satoru’s ears.

Making sure to pay extra attention to your collarbone, taking a few seconds to suck harshly on the skin. Even if you didn’t wear your wedding ring anymore- this was his way of showing any other men that you were claimed- that you were his.

His hands shifted your hips to sit correctly on the couch, slumped with your dress bunched on your thighs. Satoru trailed wet kisses to the swell of your breast, lightly pressing his tongue onto your laced nipple and swirling against the fabric, coaxing a light moan to fall from your lips.

Though your eyes were closed, Satoru's grip on your waist told you that he was furious. Had you opened them, you would have seen his jealous eyes looking back at you.

Satoru hoped he was wrong- hoped you wouldn’t do this to him. All but praying he wouldn’t have to do what he had to if he was right.

His hands hooked onto the bunched-up fabric of your dress, shifting it down your thighs and pulling it from your body entirely before he pulled his lips from your tummy.

Looking down at the matching lace panties- soaked as they were, he had never seen them. Gojo’s eye twitched as he looked back up to you, unwilling to come to the fact that you bought- and wore this for another man.

Satoru liked thinking he was a patient person, calm and collected when he had to be. But the way he rose himself from the ground, manhandling you to flip over and bend your knees on the couch, made him realize he held no more patience for you nor your attempts to make him jealous.

Your hands held onto the back of the couch firmly, keeping yourself up as Satoru’s hands landed on your hips. Groping the malleable skin as you whimpered, pressing your bottom back to the growing erection in his sweats.

“You wore this for him?” he mumbled behind you, slipping his thumb beneath the thin band of lace. Exhaling, feeling yourself soak your panties even further.

You bit your lip, looking down at your hands in shame- knowing whatever you said now would only make him more bitter.

Murmuring something- quiet enough for Satoru not to comprehend. He huffed a smile, “What was that?” he teased, pressing his bulge against your bent bottom, pushing you further against the wall.

“Tell the truth.”

You looked back slightly, peering at the crazed man behind you. Biting your lip and facing the wall, “I did.”

As a reward for your honesty, Satoru gave you a firm spank against your bottom. Causing you to jolt forward with a soft whimper.

“You’re that needy?” Gojo teased, caressing the warm skin of your bottom, soothing the sting. “That you have to cheat on me?” you exhaled- not wanting to admit how attractive it was that he was scolding you for something he shouldn’t be.

Taking his hands from your hips and hooking them onto the sides of your panties, slipping them down your hips to be greeted with your soaked cunt. Glistening with the taste he craved from the minute he moved out.

But even if his mouth watered looking down to your core, he couldn’t bring himself to kneel before you- knowing if he let things go your way, this little farce of divorce would stay in your mind.

No, he had to teach you a lesson, even if he had to pound it into your foolish brain that you were his.

So as the tips of his fingers grazed your soaked lips- avoiding the bundle of nerves that he was sure was throbbing from how wet you were.

Circling the tips of his ring and middle finger on your entrance as you let out breathless whines. “I just missed you,” whimpering as you reached a hand back to the one that held your hip in place.

The words enticed Gojo to dip the very tips of his fingers into your cunt- “Didn’t wanna tell you.” you moaned, admitting the truth he had been wanting to hear for far too long.

Closing your eyes as he slowly inched his fingers into you. Satoru smiled, feeling your walls welcome him in, too tight to have been recently fucked. So he knew you must be telling the truth.

Grasping onto his hand, the tips of his fingers prodding into the spot he quickly found every time.

Your hand that held you up trembling as he lightly curled his fingers. Letting out breathy moans, earning Satoru to smile to himself, “Who knows how to please you like me, hm?” he let out the thoughts from his lips without permission.

You whined as he pumped his fingers into you with a slow ease. Whimpering softly as he watched with dim eyes. “Who else but me?” he pressed, feeling your grip against his hand tighten.

“Need you inside ‘toru-” you whined, the hand holding you up gripping the edge of the couch violently.

Gojo remembered the last time you called him that- biting his lip from the nickname you used to call him when you were still married. And you must’ve known how his mind reels whenever you called him that- or else why would you say it in that tone?

All but begging for his cock with every light spasm your cunt did around his fingers.

Satoru was pleased with how pliant you were in his hands, satisfied enough to pull his fingers from your cunt. Quickly removing his shirt before placing his messied hand over his sweats, softly palming himself as he looked at your core-

Gojo was so sure at that moment- that there was no god- the closest thing to it was what lied between your legs. Pulsing- begging for him to bully his pained cock into it.

He pulled his hand from his bulge, shoving down the loose band of his sweats and freeing his cock. And as you suspected- no briefs.

Placing a hand onto his base and lightly tapping his leaky tip onto your ass, causing you to whine.

Gojo started thinking about how he wanted you- now that you were compliant and needy before him.

He backed away in the slightest. Kicking off his sweats before moving you to lie back onto the couch. Settling his hips between your thighs. Soaking up the desperate expression you wore as small whimpers left your lips.

The tip of his cock sliding up and down your cunt- refusing to give you what you ached for.

His forearms held his torso up as your hands latched behind his neck- legs spread and waiting for him to plunge himself into you. Only Satoru looked into your bleary eyes with a smile, “You wan’me inside?” he huffed- watching your bottom lip quiver, lowering himself close enough for your lips to brush against his.

“Tell me 'nd I will.” he grinned against you- watching your eyes close, trying not to cave to his demands. Biting your lip as he pressed his tip against your entrance- teasing you in the slightest.

You breathed a light whimper, blinking your eyes open and staring into his power-crazed ones. “Please-” you whined, “Put it inside ‘toru.” the tone you took only made Gojo’s ego boost- smiling with parted lips as he slowly pressed past your entrance.

A light whimper rumbled from his flushed lips as your hands pulled his neck closer, pressing your lips onto his. Breathing in every whimper, he exhaled onto your tongue as he eased himself into you.

Being able to feel that you hadn’t fucked anyone recently- That you were faithful to him. And this was all just an attempt to rile him up, which only made him even more eager to burrow himself into you further, ‘You’ve been good. That’s what you deserve,’ he thought as his tongue danced with yours.

The light sting from the stretch makes you huff out a pained whimper- inching himself deeper till his hips were flush to your thighs. His tip easily found the sweet spot he seemingly had exact coordinates to.

Satoru placed his hands on your hips, slowly raising himself with your legs locked on his waist. Holding onto your back as you lightly ground your hips flush against his.

A lazy, sloppy version of a lotus position, pulling away from his lips as you trailed a hand to his hair. Looking into his hazy eyes as his hand assisted your hips.

Small moans leaving your throat as your lips brushed against his. Not even attempting to kiss him, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep a pattern from how deep he was hitting inside of you.

A light sheen of sweat coating your forehead as Gojo relished the look in your eyes- just fucked out enough to let the mask slip. Looking at him with love-filled eyes, your bottom lip quivering as your head threatened to tip back.

Your nose scrunched lightly, neck curving back with a low groan. Not wanting to leave space between you- Satoru placed his lips onto your exposed neck, humming muffled whimpers against your skin as your bottom lip trembled.

Words forming on the tip of your tongue as you ground your cunt against him. The position so full of intimacy, it made you forget you were doing this with your ex-husband.

Puffing out a light breath, smile forming at the corner of your lips- sinking into the mouthwatering pleasure you incited with every small thrust.

“Fuck, I love you.” you moaned mindlessly. But the words rang through Satoru’s ears like church bells, words he hadn’t heard in far too long- even in the past slip-ups. You always held your tongue, making sure to not plant that seed in his mind.

Gojo almost came when he heard your proclamation, inching you back with his lips attached to your neck. Easing your back onto the arm of the couch, planting a foot onto the ground as your hands kept a tight grip on his neck. Satoru dragged his hips from yours with a loud schlop coming from between your legs.

Pulling his lips from your neck, he looked at your expression—pinched eyebrows and eyes shut tight- showing him you were close. So close, he could hear it in your sighs of content.

Satoru leaned down to your ear, huffing a warm breath against your cartilage. Shoving his cock back into you- bottoming out too quickly, earning a whine from your lips. Wasting no time before repeating the movement. Setting a speedy pace with a low whimper.

Sliding your hands up his forearms, landing on his biceps as he quickened the pace- riding himself up an orgasm.

“Lemme make you a mama again-” he huffed into your ear, his tip nudging your sensitive spot with every thrust- you moaned his name in response, so close your brain would have short-circuited had you tried answering.

Satoru grunted with a smile, thinking of the words he was about to say. “Marry-” he groaned, feeling your cunt suck him in with every pull he did, “me again.” he whimpered, his thrusts pushing you up further.

Taking a long lick at your ear- urging you to answer him. Pulling away from your neck, placing his hand on your jaw lightly. “Huh?” Satoru grinned. “Marry me again baby.” Watching your eyes crack open- bearing your teeth softly as you felt the warmth in your tummy over fill.

Pressing his parted lips to yours sloppily- pulling away, and watching your eyes threaten to roll back. You started nodding your head ‘yes’ in his hand frantically- your walls flexing around his speedy cock as he felt you come undone.

Your nodding agreement was all Satoru needed to lose the rhythm of his thrusts. Sloppily pushing into your clenching cunt, his whining muffled by his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth.

Your lips started babbling soundless pleads- ‘please, please,’ and to Satoru’s ears- you were begging for him to fill you. Fill you till he didn’t have anymore to give.

And as a loving and obedient husband- that’s what he did.

With one loud grunt- he spilled himself into you- his thrusts slowing, not as long strides, but he made sure to push his seed deeper into you. Keeping that declaration of making you a mom again.

A low whine left your lips, feeling his warm spend coat your walls with every twitch his cock made inside of you.

So full, you were sure his proclamation would come true. And he came a lot- as though he was saving it up just for you.

Heavily breathing as he slowed his thrusts, pressing his forehead to your temple. Trying to catch his breath as he came down, feeling your heartbeat against his own chest- racing and pounding against his sternum.

Soft kisses planted on your face, your hands easing their grip on his sides. Satoru's hands slid down to your hips, raising himself to his knees and looking down to where you were still connected.

A low gulp bobbing in his throat, knowing he would have to pull out eventually; And dreading it. Thinking of a million ways to keep you filled and plugged with his future offspring.

And as you finally could steady your breathing, Gojo yanked you down from the arm of the couch. Back landing flush against the cushions with a soft grunt. Looking at him, all but asking what he was doing.

Till Satoru pulled himself out of you, hoisting your hips up from the couch with two strong hands. “Sator-” you tried saying, only for his arms to hug the crease of your thighs, bending you in half with your legs flailing in the air.

All the pressure was placed onto your shoulders as Satoru latched his mouth onto your messied clit. Keeping his eyes parted and watching your expression churn. Placing a hand onto his forearm- bracing as he greedily lapped at your neglected clit.

Mentally- this was to give his seed a better chance of taking. Hips in the air- all of the cum he had just pumped into you had nowhere else to go but deeper inside of you. And to also get a taste of you- even if remnants of his cum mixed with it. Satoru didn’t care, as long as he got to taste you.

Huffing out all the air you could, puffs laced with moans. Your hands gripping harshly onto Gojo's forearm, leaving minor crescent-shaped marks on his skin from your nails.

Basically folded in half, your hips started writhing in his grasp- overstimulation creeping up your spine from his vigorous tongue.

Spasming in his hands- trying to warm you were close, but it only came out as more ragged whimpers. Clenching your teeth with your eyes shut tight- unable to see the starved expression looking at you as Gojo unraveled you.

And once Gojo felt your clit tremble between his lips- he knew it was too soon to let you back down; he needed to keep your hips aimed up as long as he could.

Satoru watched your bottom lip tremble as he continued the movement with his tongue. Your hips trying to shimmy from his grasp- but he held you up with two strong arms that had a mission.

Abusing your overwhelmed clit as your eyes screwed together tighter- white spots infiltrating your closed vision with desperate moans. The top of your head bumped into the arm of the couch as he pushed you into a firmer bend.

Your entrance squelched against his chin as he pulled another orgasm from you- more ragged whimpers littered with his name falling from your lips.

You huffed- feeling his mouth go unbothered from the third orgasm he had given you. “Please ‘toru-” you whimpered, cracking your eyes open and looking at the crazed man holding your hips. Satoru pulled his lips from your cunt- looking at you with a smile.

Half his face soiled with your arousal and a glimmer of his seed on his chin. “Just one more-” he egged on, looking at you with dazed eyes. “Jus’onemor-” he cut himself off by placing his lips back onto your clit.

You only sighed a whimper, allowing him to get his fill.

Satoru lapped at your puffy clit, his eyebrows pinching together as his cock sent signals to his mind- the same signals that he was close to an orgasm. Untouched and so close just from pleasing you- from hearing your pretty sounds.

Gojo started to whimper lightly- whimpers that vibrated against your cunt and caused your moans to slur into higher-pitched puffs of air- trying to pull through another orgasm. Taking your lip between your teeth with harshly pinched eyebrows, puffing through your nose with muffled whines.

He closed his eyes- feeling the knot formed in his tummy snap as your knuckles turned a lighter shade, just from how hard you clawed at his forearm. Feeling a warm spurt onto your bent spine as you tried to focus on cumming.

It took very little time for Satoru to gift you a fourth orgasm, a small tear falling from your closed eye as you aimlessly shifted in his grasp.

Satoru sloppily licked at your cunt- cleaning up the mess on your clit with a softer tongue, parting his eyes and looking at your expression. Slowly easing his grasp on your hips as he unfolded you, placing one last kiss onto your cunt, earning a spasm from your hips.

He eased your hips back down onto the couch, watching your fucked out expression breathe in as much air as you could- trying to catch your breath.

Uncaring if the mess he spurt onto your back messied the couch- you always complained about how ugly it was anyway.

He lazily laid himself atop you- placing the side of his face on your collarbone as your hands rested on his shoulders, rubbing small circles on his skin. Grunting softly from how easily he laid his entire body weight on yours.

You parted your eyes, trying to blink away the post-orgasm haze. Even if you had showered a few hours ago- Satoru’s bath offer sounded like heaven.

It seemed to take no longer than a few slow blinks. Easing into the clawfoot bathtub Satoru chose specifically for times like these when he bought the house.

Sighing softly as his arms held you close, his palm gently sprawled against your lower belly and your back pressed to his chest. Avoiding the conversation that needed to be spoken about.

Knowing it would never be spoken if you shoved it off, jettisoned aside to be talked about later.

“Satoru?” you hummed, placing the back of your head onto his chest.

He sighed, closing his eyes and nodding his head 'no'. “I don’t wanna talk about that right now.” he huffed, feeling your hand clasp his beneath the water. Interlocking your fingers with his and closing your eyes.

“If we don’t talk about it now, we never will.”

Satoru smiled. “Then let’s never talk about it~” he scoffed.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to make sense of the meaningless words he babbled into your ear earlier. “You really wanna marry me again?” you asked- unsure if they were just words he mindlessly spouted at the moment- or if they had any meaning.

He scoffed, “What kind of question is that?”

Inhaling as though you were about to speak- “Course I wanna marry you again,” he hummed. Rubbing your belly softly, “nd make you a mom again.”

Pulling his hand from your tummy with a scoff, causing small ripples in the water. “Be serious.”

“You have no idea how serious I’m being right now.”

Your lips pulled to the side, mulling over his proclamation.

“You still love me?” he asked, looking down at the side of your face.

Turning your neck slightly, you peered your eyes up at him with sincerity filling them. Furrowing your eyebrows, you tried not to admit it, but- “Of course I still love you, ‘toru.” You mumbled. Heartfelt words that rang true in your heart.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

“Then marry me.” he whirred, watching your hand pull his left one up from the water. Your eyes admiring the wedding band he hadn’t taken off.

You stayed silent, holding his ringed hand in yours. Satoru would be lying if he said seeing your ring finger empty didn't hurt.

Your silence gave Gojo his answer, “Why not?” he whispered, hearing a ragged sigh from your lips. “I still love you- you. You still love me-”

“M’scared.” you mumbled. Feeling your shoulders tense against his chest with a small ripple in the water.

Satoru let out a half-laugh from his chest. “Of what? I’ve been good, haven’t I?” he grinned, his playful tone invading your ears.

“You were good when I was pregnant too.” you quipped, dropping his hand into the water and recalling the days he started slipping through your grasp.

You sniffled lightly, “nd look what happened.”

Satoru bit his tongue. Knowing if he started defending his baseless actions, this would end up being a fight.

“I spent so long wondering if it was me- if I was the problem.” you scoffed. “I don’t want to let you back in just for the same thing to happen.”

Satoru pulled you closer with a sigh, “It won’t happen again.” he whispered into your ear, “I promise.”

You huffed air from your nose, making Satoru think you didn’t believe him. “I’ll even write it into my vows this time.”

A small laugh left your lips, “You won’t miss single life too much?” you played, feeling his head rest against yours.

“Not once have I felt single since you signed those papers.” he grinned.

You pondered his offer, pretending to actually consider the option before you.

Satoru softly kissed your ear, “C’mon- I’ll be such a good husband~” he whispered.

It wasn’t as though you ever really felt single either- That one year spent apart was still full of love and a marital dynamic.

The rest of the night was spent in the same bed Satoru built after you moved into the house, cuddled up just the way you had longed for since he moved out.

The following day, Satoru couldn’t wait for his son to fully wake up- he walked into the hazy child's bedroom and asked if he wanted a little brother or sister.

All smiles and beaming eyes in the kitchen- telling his son that his plan worked. He made you fall in love with him, and he was finally your husband again.

And as you watched your husband and your son giggle with each other in the kitchen, you smiled. Warm cheeks from the thought that Satoru actually thought you stopped loving him at some point.

But then again, you never really fell out of love, did you?

I loved writing this sm.

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ginevrapng · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄

pairing: fwb!james x reader

word count: 1.9k words

warnings and contents: 18+ contains some sexual content, teasing, touching over clothes, semi-public, james being super desperate to kiss you (and desperate for you in general), some cockblocking, 'love' being used as a nickname ||| chubby-coded reader

james shares the same class as you, history of magic, and sits next to you. no other marauders are in the class and there's barely any gryffindor's in general in the class so james always makes sure you and him sit together at the back where no one notices either one of you. he sits at the back away from everyone else, he doesn't interrupt the lessons or talk loudly with his friends, he's got something better to do, so people forget he's even taking the class, he doesn't get noticed. paired up with, you, already being, as james teases you about 'a nobody' no one ever pays attention to you both and how you always sit next to each other. he knows calling you a nobody doesn't bother you but it does make you pinch him in the arm in retaliation.

james takes this opportunity to try and talk to you as much as he can without you telling him to be quiet and shut up. binns drones on but james talks way to energetic for your liking in class that you worry that you'll get in trouble. even if you do want to spend your hour giving james your undivided attention, quietly chatting to him.

this particular lesson felt more lengthy and drawn out than normal for him and after class he's planning on setting up some elaborate prank in filch's office that if he told you about you'd absolutely scold him for, saying that it's too risky to do a prank like that in the middle of the day.

james looks around the room to check if anyone is looking his way and no one is. you slightly jump in your chair as you feel a hand placed on your knee. james is resting his hand on your knee and it's not scandalous at the moment but you never know what scheme james has going on in his head. you shift your head slightly and hiss at him, "what do you think you're doing potter!" james keeps looking where he was and looks like he's paying little attention to where his hand is before shushing you. "don't shush me potter, what are you doing? unlike you i'm actually paying attention in class!"

james grins at that knowing you well enough by now, you're such a liar. "hush love. i'm not doing anything." he's lying, you know he's lying, you know him well enough by now. you know that he's teasing you and if he keeps pretending he doesn't know what he's doing to you you're going to get frustrated just like he wants you to do because he thinks you look cute when you're mad and you can't let him win.

you suck your breath in when you feel his large callus palms start to gently stroke your knee, making you shiver in the process. you go to reiterate that he needs to stop because you're in class and you're interested in this class before james stops you by speaking first. "you're such a little liar love, we both know you're paying zero attention to binns. i don't blame you, it's binns. you can't use the whole good girl act who pays attention in every single class on me. i know how much you hate history of magic." he says entirely to smug and impressed with himself.

you grit your teeth regretting every decision that led you to sitting next to james bloody potter. "we've got exams soon," you muttered. at that james chuckled but quickly hid it behind an acted cough. you looked up at him and glared. james looks back and grins, annoying you more than you were.

he slowly moves his hand up your thigh causing your eyes to widen and you to immediately grab his wrist. "james!" you whisper shout at him, right after being said you were worried that you weren't quiet enough and someone might have heard you.

james' eyes soften as he looks at your panicked state and wide eyes, he doesn't move his hand but softly squeezes your plush thigh. "come on love. you trust me, right?" he doesn't push you, he thought before that you like it but are just a bit nervous but at this point james is second guessing his actions. he doesn't know if his heart would handle it if you said you didn't trust him or even worse if he's wrong and he's put you in a situation that you're entirely uncomfortable in.

you're not uncomfortable just wary but with james' words you breath and calm your worry. you have complete faith in him and you know that he'll never put you in a bad situation.

you slowly remove your hand from his wrist and james visibly relaxes before stroking your thigh up and down, barely applying any pressure, almost tickling you but definitely teasing you.

the longer james touches you the more relaxed you get in his hold knowing that you're not going to be caught and he's touching you in ways that bring you comfort, he always makes you feel safe. you realise at some point the idiot is tracing not patterns anymore on your skin but his own name. you distinctly feel the 'J A M E S' traced against your body. his hand gets higher up and you flush at the action. you shoot him a look of warning but he mouths to you, 'trust me love'.

your back straightens as you feel the pads of his fingertips brush up against your underwear. that's all he does, move his hand slowly against you, occasionally grabbing chunks of your thigh and putting extra pressure when he's touching your still covered pussy. he's obviously having fun teasing you and messing with you. he's going to get a book to the back of his head later if this carries on.

james' trousers soon become tight as his dick hardens more every time he grabs hold of your thick thigh and touches your knickers that are now wet from the attention james is giving you. his breath hitches as he feels your soaked underwear knowing that he's the cause of it. he checks the room again to make sure no one is suspecting anything or looking your way and with his other hand he reaches down and palms himself over his trousers.

his eyes dart all over you, taking in the feeling of your soaked underwear and your soft thighs. he see's you biting your lip so hard it's a surprise you're not drawing blood to keep from whimpering. you're trying to look composed but your face is mildly scrunched up because of the light teasing touching and all the stimulation. you look like a goddess. he nearly whimpers while looking at you.

you notice the movement when james starts touching himself and get wetter knowing this is affecting james as much as it's affecting you. you look at him and give him an all knowing smirk and james see's this and wishes so bad that he could kiss you right now that it physically pains him that he can't. you smirk and stifle a giggle as you look down letting him know that you've seen that he's hard. "not m'fault, it's yours. you're really hot," he tells you unashamedly. you press your lips together in a thin line as to not smile too much but james see's right through you. he wants to kiss you again, one where he bites your lip that makes you melt, a kiss that's hungry and passionate.

he wants to kiss you every time you smile, or try to hide a smile; or grin, or smirk, or pout, or get angry, or cross your arms, or laugh at his jokes. he wants to kiss you when he see's you in the great hall, when you furrow your eyebrows when reading something you don't understand in class, when you roll your eyes at him, when you're bantering and making playful remarks to each other. he wants to kiss you every time he see's you, he wants to kiss you when he can't see you. he thinks he must be addicted to your lips because no one has ever made fireworks go off around him and his body tingle with just a kiss.

he wants to brush his knuckles against your cheek and kiss you so hard that he wants to never let you go. he wants to take your hair that's fallen out of place and place it behind your ear while calling you beautiful. he looks at you longingly, wanting you so bad yet knowing that he's in class and he can't touch you the way he wants to.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, love," he comes close to you and breathes into your ear. james is still touching you and you grip your quill causing your hand to become lighter due to the tight grip you have in hopes that it'll keep you grounded so you don't make any noises that people will hear.

the bell rings and he's still daydreaming about all the things he wants to do with you. as it rings you see everyone start putting their things away and james still hasn't stopped, clearly in his own world. you clasp his wrist and pull it away from your body, "james!" you say as loud as your anxiety of being caught lets you.

james snaps out of his daydreaming and looks to you and grins automatically at you, you give him a small soft smile in return. nodding your head over to the other students who are starting to sling their bags over their shoulders, "the bell james."

james coughs and clears his throat, trying to ignore the thoughts of you in his head and subtly making sure his robes cover his dick. "yeah, yeah. cool."

"james, what'cha you doing now? classes are over for the day and well... y'know, i'm kinda... do you wanna-"

"oi! james!" you both turn you head to the door to see the marauders outside in the corridor.

james has never been more pissed off at sirius than he is right now, wanting nothing more than to whisk you away from everyone else and keep you to himself for the next hour or two.

he knows at this time you typically go back to your common room and read alone in front of the fire now that it's getting colder out and james knows he could warm you up and keep you company while you complain to him about how annoying he was being but he can't. he's got a date planned with filch.

he squeezes your hand other the table and shoves his textbook in his bag before walking out, leaving you standing there alone. when all the marauders turn away to start walking you see james quickly swivel round and mouth out to you 'sorry'. you nod at him and force a smile. disappointed with not being able to spend more time with james you too grab your stuff and head out of the classroom.

"who's that girl prongs? looks like y'know her." sirius asks him curiously, not ever seeing the girl before in all his time at hogwarts.

"nobody." james replies. he already misses you.

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a-spes · 2 months ago

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So.. I have seen an edit about Captain Anderson & Chen, from the Rookie, and maybe I was the only one to ship them, but I really like (love) the dynamic the both of them have 🙃

And so, I can't stop thinking about Maria Hill having a similar bond with Reader when they are both working as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. So hope you will enjoy the Maria Hill content you get today 🙆

She is the training officer than no one wants to be assigned to.

She may be the commander, the one you need to impress if you want to be given good opportunities in the job, but she is also the one who could easily make your first day as an agent the last — and it is something she would be happy to do.

They are a lot of rumors about the woman. They are glorious, but they scare the students. She has achieved a lot of great things in her carrer, but it doesn't come without a price ; this job became her whole life. Commander Hill has nothing to loose, she has no one to come home to, and she expects every agent to act the same way, to at least pretend they are in the same situation — "because if you don't, if you are too scared of dying to do your job properly, then it will become a reality. You fail, you loose everything," she had said the first day.

She is strict. She never forgives, nor forgets, when a mistake is made. She has no time to waste, and only trains the best rookies. So it is no surprised that she was assigned to this guy from your promotion. He is first in every class, he is strong, confident,.. in other words, he is the perfect trainee.

At least, he used to be, before he decided to quit S.H.I.E.L.D., only a few weeks after he has started his training by her side. So when time came for the woman to choose a new trainee, and when she pointed at you, making you her new one, you were shaking with fear — because she just sealed your fate.

The first weeks were hard, the woman didn't seem to warm up to your presence despite the time that has passed. She barely talks to you and, when she does, it is only to give cold orders or to reprimand your way of doing things. It feels like you are playing a game you can't win because she refuses to explain the rules to you, and she keeps changing them.

You are trying your best to meet her expectations, but you are only messing everything up. She sees everything you say, or do, as a failure. You haven't heard a single compliment falling from her lips the past few weeks, and it is slowly gnawing at your from the inside.

The worse is probably when she doesn't say anything. In those moments, when she looks at you with a stern glance, and an expression you can't read because she is like a closed book. Those moments when she leaves you alone with your thoughts, and you can only imagine what you have done wrong this time. It keeps you awake at nights.

She does it for your own good, that is what she repeats to herself when she eventually comes to a point when she starts to question her methods. She is strict, and demanding, and that is exaclty what you need because that is what will keep you alive on the field. The world doesn't give second chances.

If you decide to quit, it is that you weren't made for the job. Yet, you are still here, and she has to admit that she is quite surprised because you haven't even snapped at her — something most of the recruits would have done by now. Except you are slighly different. She has never seen someone so eager to obey orders. Someone who is able to put their egos aside, and accept that they have to learn everything again because the real life is nothing alike the academy.

Maybe, for once, she has to admit that her trainee holds the potential to make a great agent one day — yet, it is not something she would tell you directly.

(more is coming)

#a spes thoughts #t: maria hill #maria hill #maria hill imagine #maria hill thoughts #maria hill fluff #maria hill writing #maria hill x reader #reader insert #female reader #commander maria hill #marvel cinematic universe #mcu imagine #mcu thoughts #mcu writing #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield

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jinnie-ret · 11 months ago

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black friday

han jisung x plus size!reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end

content warnings: body size insecurities, reader talking negatively about themselves

word count: 1.8k

summary: it should have been a nice, fun evening out, but your insecurities win and jisung is just as upset as you are when he finds out why

Here it is, the first imagine of my 1K followers event, thank you so much everyone! Just to preface that everyone is beautiful. You are all worthy and the way your body looks does not define you. Be confident in who you are because there is a part of you that every single person out there will appreciate. I myself have gone through body image issues and I still do, so some of this is coming through my own experiences. Just because reader is plus size and feeling down does not mean this reflects how everyone plus size feels, again, this is just my own personal experiences mixed in. If you ever wanna talk then just pm me and love to you all <3

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It was just a dinner.

Just a fancy evening dinner party for JYP, and you were Jisung's plus one of course, being his girlfriend it only made sense.

The invitations clearly stated that it was a black tie event, meaning that you were to arrive formally dressed and that you'd probably expect a glass of prosecco to be handed to you upon entry.

Now that, didn't sound too bad.

What did, was the pressure of finding something new to wear, that you felt suited your shape. It was a difficult feat, you felt like. You'd only order from places guaranteed with a return policy, because you knew for sure that what would seem like a small thing to someone else, would make you wish that you never bought the item in the first place.

You had many memories of going clothes shopping as a child, and breaking down into tears in the dressing rooms because the top was too clingy or the trousers didn't fit right or the dress didn't look right on you.

No one should have to feel like that as a 7 year old kid. No one should have to feel like that, ever.

And when it wasn't just the clothes not fitting right, it was how they suddenly became itchy after, and you wanted nothing more than to get it off of your body, feeling hot with anxiety. But then there was the music blasting in the shop, and your mum asking you to show her your outfit even though your vision was so clouded with tears and you felt like you could barely breathe.

To put it simply, it was overwhelming. It was even triggering, sometimes, going shopping for something to decorate your body when it was the thing you hated the most about yourself.

Why should you like it?

Because of Jisung.

He never failed to bring you up after you hit your lows. Feeling isolated and barren in your thoughts, like you were curled up into a dark corner, locked away for no one to save you, and yet his hand would reach forwards and pull you out, being your lifeline. You needed your lifeline right now.

Doing your makeup helped for sure. It was a great way to make you feel confident yet you didn't feel like you needed to rely on it to feel pretty. You loved how your highlighter showed off your cheekbones and how your eye makeup made the colour pop out. Painfully, Jisung would always wonder why the same thing wouldn't apply with clothing. Of course, you had your casual style that you had gotten used to, but when it came to things outside of your comfort zone, you were nervous - like anyone else would be.

The dress looked stunning in the picture. On the model, not you, you thought. Why did it cling to you like that? Why did it show off your love handles? Why couldn't it have flown outwards instead of making you feel like you look like a rectangle?

In reality, none of those things mattered. It was your personality shining through that really mattered, because others would notice your melodic laugh and your kinds words much quicker than forming an opinion on your body. Again, these were all of the things Jisung would say to you but they never registered in your mind.

Smoothing down the fabric of the black dress, you bit your lip as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"Ji! I so should have worn a suit, babe!" you call out twisting awkwardly on your heels just to check over every inch of your body in the mirror.

You heard him chuckle as he entered the bedroom, eyes widening as he looked at you.

"Babe, you look amazing no matter what, don't worry, yeah?" Jisung walked behind you, kissing you on the cheek as he scanned his bedside table for his cologne.

"I-i think this part doesn't look right though..." you frowned, pinching desperately at the smooth fabric between your thumb and finger, trying to stretch it out so it doesn't cling to you. You didn't even realise how hard you were biting on your own lip, breaking the skin as red pooled yet blended in with your red lipstick.

"Babe, you look sexy as hell right now, I'm serious," Jisung murmured into your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to ease your worries. "The dress looks amazing on you, plus, your curves look great in the dress. There's nothing to worry about," he added on, knowing that you would end up comparing yourself to anyone else because you always felt like you were bigger than everyone, and that that was a problem.

Jisung waited for your response as he placed small gentle kisses on your neck, but you were clearly so anxious that you began to zone out.

"Babe, hey look at me. Look into my eyes," Jisung's arms tightened slightly, successfully gaining your attention as you blinked and looked at him in the mirror.

"Hmm, yeah?" you frowned, sighing and desperately trying to hold back your tears.

"There you are baby, listen, I love your body, I love your curves. And no one can tell me or more importantly you, otherwise. You look incredible in that dress," Jisung moved in front of you so you wouldn't look at your reflection anymore and instead focus on him and his words.

"I just want a perfect body, Ji, it's not fair," your eyes watered as you let out a sob, voice cracking.

"No, no, no, oh baby, it's alright, I've got you," Jisung cuddled you tightly against him, heart breaking at your cries. If only you could see what he sees and what everyone else did too. He smoothed down your hair, fingers twisting in your curls as he did so.

"I hate it, I hate it, Ji, I hate my body, I hate my skin-" you whimper into him, floodgates opened and no filter on the words that came tumbling out of your mouth now that you were in the comfort of the guy you loved the most.

"Darling, look at me, just breathe for a second, yeah?" Jisung reluctantly pulled away from you, wishing he could hold you in his arms forever and protect you from any harm the world would try throwing at you.

"O-ok," you sniffled and nodded, looking upwards as you blinked your tears away in effort of not messing up your makeup, like that would have made a difference.

"I'm sorry this dinner party has stressed you out so much, if you want we just have a nice relaxing night and-" Jisung offered another option, seeing right in front of him the mental toll that the idea of going to this event had taken on you. To him, you had seemed fine all week, so it must have been building up for a while.

"No, please don't. I... I want to go for you, I really do, it's just hard. I wanna be perfect like all your other friends," your shaky voice stopped him from carrying on as you placed a hand on his chest and adjusted the tie he was wearing, effectively distracting your own mind.

"Don't worry about my friends. Your body is none of their business. I'm sure they'd think you look amazing too. I know I could never keep my eyes away from you, I just wanna hug you and grab your love handles and kiss your cheeks and squeeze your-" Jisung rambled pressing little kisses all over your face to get you to laugh, and when he was successful, he let out a chuckle of his own.

"O-ok, o-ok," you pecked him on the lips before taking a few deep breaths and sat back in front of your vanity, quickly making a start on retouching your makeup.

"I wish you didn't worry so much, baby. I know I can't force you to see things how I do but if I could stop you from having all these thoughts in your head I would, you know that right?" Jisung stood behind you, mesmerised as you got yourself ready again, and he couldn't help but play with your hair.

"I know babe, I know- ow!" you winced, batting his hands away from your hair, "you tugged too hard," you wrinkled your nose at him.

"I'm bored, hurry up, I wanna take pictures of us for my Instagram story," he whined, shaking you gently by the shoulders. He was glad he had calmed you down and brought out your playful mood again, and for a moment he was worried about suggesting the idea of pictures when that's partly what you were stressed out about. He was relieved when that didn't throw you off.

"You always wanna take pictures of me," you shake your head fondly at him, putting your lipstick down and standing to grab your handbag.

"Of course I do! You're my girlfriend! Look at this picture," Jisung brought out his phone and quickly found a picture in his gallery, "I love this one here, because you look pretty like the sun. But then in this one here, you're pretty like the wind," he even zoomed in on your face, admiring you.

"Ji, babe, my hair has gone everywhere in that photo haha," you laughed when he zoomed in, seeing your face screwed up in the photo with your hair flying back behind you, some of it sticking in the air.

"Mmm, don't care, you're pretty to me no matter what. Now, come on, let's go," Jisung shoved his phone in his pocket and kisses you for a second, always having to do so after you freshly put lipstick on, a habit of his, you could say.

"Ji, you look so handsome tonight by the way," you scanned him up and down, a black suit and his fluffy permed hair with curls that still lasted from a performance the other day.

"Hey! We gotta go! Don't flip this round on me, you!" Jisung grabbed your hand and tugged you towards him, laughing at your blank stare at him. "We'll miss the whole event at this rate... don't look at me like that," Jisung stopped still.

"Like what?" you tilted your head to the side, eyes shining and staring right back up into his.

"Like..." he blushed, "come on, if we stay any longer I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you," he turned around, intertwining his hand with yours and leading you out of the bedroom, turning the light switch off on the way.

"Wouldn't be so bad," you giggled, before he whined once more.

"Babe!"

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cattimeswithjellie · 2 years ago

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I do like the fact that in a session where there were three permadeaths, they were all so very different.

There was the useless, senseless accident that was Jimmy's death. Jimmy's death was unique because it was both preordained and fiercely denied. After three series with Jimmy the first permadeath, it's almost a game in itself to make it not happen again. People were willing to die to keep Jimmy from going out first. Bdubs, who was barely Jimmy's ally, literally begged Jimmy to kill him when Jimmy's timer ran into the single minutes. Scott jumped off a bridge to give Jimmy just a bit more time to live. Grian and Joel were on deck, ready to spoonfeed more life into Jimmy with their own deaths if they needed to, just to keep that canary chirping a little longer. But none of it mattered in the end, because Jimmy's foot slipped in a moment of excitement and he was too startled to pearl or bucket clutch or do anything to save himself. Gone in an instant for no reason and no chance to say goodbye.

There was Joel's death, a helpless, hopeless race against time and an implacable enemy. Joel made some serious tactical mistakes in his final episode. His gleeful killing alienated him from his allies, antagonizing the Clockers by killing Cleo, annoying the Nosy Neighbors by killing BigB. He griefed Scott's base with TNT twice, once tactically and once just because he wanted to blow stuff up. By the time he was down to the wire, there were lots of people who wanted him dead and barely anybody who wanted him alive. Even Grian, his Day One ally, eventually realized that trying to keep Joel alive was a losing proposition when Scott and Scar and Martyn and Cleo could siphon away Joel's time much faster than Grian could ever donate it. But even knowing that it was hopeless, even knowing that a _best case scenario_ would barely carry him into the next session, Joel fought desperately til his last second ticked away.

And then there was Skizz's death, premeditated and proud, carried out at the hands of a friend. Skizz had been dying from the very first day of the server. His Session One was absolutely atrocious, losing four hours right off the bat to back-to-back Bogey kills. No matter how well he played after that, no matter how many kills he got or plans he came up with, Skizz was never seriously in contention to win the game. And he knew that. He came up with alternate win conditions for himself. He set a goal to affirm every person on the server and he did. He set a goal to make the team he led a force to be reckoned with, and he did. And most importantly, he set a goal that somebody from TIES make it to the end of the game. By Session Seven, it was clear that Skizz wasn't going to be around to bring that goal to fruition himself. Time was not on his side, and his skill was just not there. Skizz is a clever redstoner and a good entertainer, but he's no PVPer and his bow skills are mediocre. Every time he tried to get a kill, he wound up losing more time. So when it came down to the wire, he didn't beg for his life or fight for more time, despite knowing his friends would give it to him. He called his team together and he gave them his new strategy. Someone from TIES needed to make it to the end, and it couldn't be him. But they could take his resources and his time forward with them, so long as he gave them up willingly. By sacrificing himself for his team, Skizz lost his last 20 minutes of life, but he put his team one step closer to that final goal.

There's probably only one session left, which means it's going to be choked with permadeaths that don't get focused or remarked on very much. Each one will be different though, each one will have its own flavor. In a series like Limited Life, the end is never in question, but the ending is unique to each player.

#limited life #limited life spoilers #limited life smp #trafficblr #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #skizzleman #thinking too much about the block guys again

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neiptune · 2 years ago

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easier

c/w: 2k wc, barely proofread, established relationship, nagi needs a fucking break from existing, i need to get all the love i have for him out of my system somehow

Something is wrong and it didn’t exactly take Reo screaming bloody murder in your ear for the past fifteen minutes to notice.

It was already evident by the slight slump of his shoulders, the lukewarm greeting when you arrived at his apartment, by the way he excused himself after lunch with a kiss to the crown of your head and some mumbling about feeling tired. You know better than to follow him upstairs and pressure him to talk, sometimes he just needs to close in himself and be alone with his thoughts for a while. A concept Reo is not really familiar with.

Although you have achieved your fair share of successes throughout the years (he has stopped sending Nagi venmo transactions whenever he complains about feeling demotivated, he no longer shows up at your apartment unannounced and he finally broke the habit of buying you stock trading books for your birthday), you are still unable to control his anxiety and sheer panic that inevitably turn into scenes of biblical proportions every single time things get out of his control. Like today, which apparently marks a week since his best friend has not only been skipping practice but has also stopped picking up his calls.

Calls being an occurrance that takes place approximately twenty to thirty-five times per day.

So you had to spend half an hour babying him on the phone, promising that no shimmering football dream is collapsing, that yes they are still going to win the world cup and no he will not be abandoned by his best friend right at the beginning of their “very fucking promising” careers.

“You have to talk to him because he won’t talk to me”

“I’m on it chief, just relax”

“Don’t tell me to relax, he’s about to throw his talent away and live a miserable life as an office worker or some shit!”

“Reo, just take a deep breath and leave him be. I’ll talk to him if he wants to talk to me, maybe he just needs some t—”

“I swear to fuck if you’re about to say he needs time—”

“Bye, Reo”

It’s a good relationship, the one you have with Nagi. Just a little too crowded, every now and then.

So you take your time, get comfortable on the couch and scroll away on social media, finding it hilarious how your boyfriend and his friends always manage to come up on your feed in suggested posts and reels. You don’t follow any of their fan accounts but are guilty of having liked one or two fancams and the algorithm has not left you alone since. Which is fine, as it gives you the chance to forward some of the juicy content to the interested parties (mostly Chigiri: he’s the one who will get the most annoyed, has already typed back several send me another one of these cuffing season edits and I’ll block you forever). Isagi usually just replies with blushing emojis, the only one who always indulges you and adds to the fun is Meguru. You’ll send him a video and he’ll like it, leave an inappropriate comment and share it in his stories all in the span of ten seconds.

When you get up and head upstairs at last, a reasonable amount of time punctuated by a non reasonable amount of texts from Reo has passed. You half expect Nagi to be napping but it’s not entirely surprising to find him sprawled on his bed with a gaming headset and a laptop balanced on his lap instead. As you lean against the doorway with a little smile tugging at your lips, his eyes dart to you right away. He pats the empty spot next to him and mouths a quiet just one more game but you shake your head in reassurance as you climb onto the king size bed: you’re not there to rush him or demand his attention.

You make sure not to prevent his hands and arms from moving freely when you rest your head on his shoulder. You recognize the game as it’s one of his favorites, he always plays Ikaruga or any other STG when he’s stressed out. The ship turns white and Nagi moves it around skillfully to absorb as many white bullets as possible to store their power, in preparation for his special laser attack. At the same time, he does his best to avoid all the black bullets fired by enemies and succeeds in destroying an opponent with the same polarity as his ship but ends up changing polarities too quickly and ultimately fails to prevent new bullets from destroying his ship. With a sharp sigh, he takes off his headphones, shuts the laptop and roughly places it on his empty nightstand before the mocking game over writing can even have the chance to flash before his eyes.

“Sorry” he mutters, head tilted back to rest against the wall, one arm finding its way around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“For losing? I forgive you, it’s a hard game” you chuckle and his quiet huff tickles your forehead.

“For Reo. He’s been on my ass for a week and now he’s tormenting you”

“That was taken into account when we started dating, you two are kind of a package deal”

He doesn’t laugh, the stubborn silence following your joke prompting you to peer up at him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Nagi looks down and meets your gaze.

“About what?”

“Whatever’s on your mind”

He shuts his eyes for a second. Doesn’t question how you know something’s actually up and he’s not just being his usual, lazy self.

“Need a hug” he mumbles and tightens his arm around you, annoyed at how you simply reach over to his shoulder with your other arm “no, s’not enough, closer” you can practically hear the pout as you hum and position yourself in his lap, legs wrapping around his waist the way you know he likes it. Nagi closes his arms around you and buries his face in the curve of your shoulder, nose grazing your neck and thick, white hair tickling your cheek. Your nails gently scrape his nape, fingers playing with the softer locks at the base as your lips press to the side of his head.

“Would you still love me if I stopped playin’?” the question is so hushed you can barely discern the words whispered into your very soul from how hard he’s pressing himself to you.

“Hmm” you fake hesitation “you mean if you didn’t have to be gone all the time? If I could see you every day and you wouldn’t collapse on me from how tired you are when we’re watching a movie together? I think I’d make the effort, yeah”

Again, he doesn’t laugh, but you’re not Reo. You’re not gonna panic about a scenario you know it’s nothing more than an innocent, naive fantasy.

“Lately everything’s such a fucking pain. They’re all on my back, all the time. If I score a goal and it’s not genius enough, if I don’t stay the evening for extra training, if I don’t give enough interviews, if my talent is just blind luck. Maybe I should just stop”

You let the words sink in for a moment, frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach at the unfairness of it all. Soccer is the only true passion he’s ever discovered and yes, it may have happened purely by chance, but it still had awakened him. He’s started playing out of boredom and has then found a whole world of prodigies passionate enough to be willing to dedicate their entire lives to the game. He’s allowed their passion to motivate him enough to discover his own. Nagi has become someone who actually cares and strives to set new limits always meant to be overcome. He’s only truly alive when he’s on the field, doing what he actually loves and is talented enough to pursue for the rest of his life. You can’t forgive anyone who is slowly dimming that light of his, you won’t allow them to extinguish that blaze.

“Sei” you slowly pull back because you want him to look at you “yes, you are lucky to be so insanely talented, but may I remind you just how much quite frankly obsessive work you have put into it ever since you came out of Ego’s fucked up dungeon?”

He pinches your hip and you flinch, but don’t mirror his little smile.

“It’s been years, stop calling it a fucked up dungeon”

You roll your eyes.

“What I'm hearing is, you stopped having fun. Don’t let them ruin soccer for you, Sei. Every goal you score is a genius goal to me, never forget how proud I am of you. Just start having fun again, yeah? You should enjoy it, I want to see you enjoy it”

“Sometimes I’m scared I’ll just get sick of it” he leans into your touch as you stroke his cheek “m'not good at anything else”

“You don’t love anything else. They locked you up in a lair full of lunatics and instead of getting sick of it, you became one of them. You can do whatever you want with your life but would you love anything as much as you love soccer?”

Nagi furrows his brows as his features morph into a sarcastic expression.

“I love you. Even if you just called me a lunatic” as your hand is still on his cheek, he turns his head slightly to softly nibble at your wrist, which you retract with a giggle.

“The point being, I believe in you. Chase that excitement again, have fun, tell Reo to shut the fuck up and let you have a break when you need one. Don’t let them drain you, okay?” cautiously, you bring your hand up again to brush some hair away from his forehead. He shuts his eyes again, gentle exhale slipping past his parted lips.

“I have practice in an hour. I know you get bored—”

“I’ll come. If I can wear your jersey”

Nagi opens his eyes again, a slight blush already tinting the tips of his ears.

“But that’s embarrassing”

With fake outrage, your mouth hangs open in an “o” shape.

“Embarrassing? Wow, maybe you’ll get sick of me before you get sick of footb—”

“Never” he’s so quick to cut you off and take your face in his big hands, you don’t really have time to react. His grip is still tight, even as nimble fingers brush hair away from your face, eyes so intently focused on you your pulse taps a little quicker against your skin. “So pretty” he cocks his head a little, inching forward enough for the tip of his nose to gently nudge yours one time, two times “the prettiest. And all mine” he whispers against your lips as he wets his own with the tip of his tongue, still keeping you in place to have complete control. You’re easily deceived by the first, soft touch of his mouth, nothing more than a reminder of how how gentle his love can be. But then his lips chase yours again and it’s wet, messy, pads of fingers sinking into the flesh of your cheeks and jaw, the whimper easing from your throat stretching his pretty mouth in a smirk right before he gently nips at your bottom lip.

“Thanks for loving me” Nagi hooks a finger underneath your chin and lifts your face nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just kissed all the wind out of your lungs “I know how much work that is”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way” you attempt a smile, still busy catching your breath.

Truth is, loving Seishiro does require some work. Sleepless nights, long trips, petty arguments when he’s too tired and takes it out on you, navigating disappointing championships, a mindset so stubborn and frustrating it has you clenching your fists, nails digging into your palms to keep you from exploding.

But at the end of the day, he’s always, always the Sei that melts underneath your touch and presses your body impossibly closer to his. The Sei that runs to hug you at the end of every single game, before entire stadiums. The Sei that will have your favorite flowers randomly delivered to you just because, no matter if he’s in his room or halfway around the world.

At the end of the day, he makes it easy. So, as you press your lips to his forehead and his arms tighten around you once more, you hope you get to make it all a little easier for him, too.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi #blue lock fic #bllk #bllk x reader #this was ALSO supposed to be short but you know what #idgaf #I am coping with a desperate crush leave me be pls

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kingsandbastardz · 11 months ago

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fic prompt: hair combing in the wedding chamber

01 li lianhua

the existence of a torture chamber beside the wedding bedroom and its contents shouldn’t be a surprise at this point. and yet… it’s the redundancy you find offensive. she has a multi-chamber dungeon. she has a water chamber in her own quarters. why must it extend here as well? you despise the sight of unmarked bottles sitting ominously on a small table beside a decorative chair. they’re placed in front of an x-shaped rack fitted with iron ankle and wrist cuffs. there are hooks freshly installed in the ceiling.

you hear rattling and di feisheng is beside you, his expression neither upset nor surprised. just blankly contemplative. he kicks lightly at a thick gauge iron chain on the floor comb in hand and his hair thrown over one shoulder. he looks around the room, eyes unfocused -- you’re not sure he’s actually seeing anything -- the snapping sounds as he rips the comb through a knot in his hair grates against your nerves.

you don’t want to be here anymore than you want him here – so you hold your hand out in front of his face and say, “give me that. i can’t stand watching you – do you want to go bald?”

it is a moment too long before he finally looks at you and the comb is deposited silently in your hand. you lead him to the table in the bedroom. on the way, you spot his hair ornament on a shelf and grab it.

at least while sitting, he’s tall enough that combing his hair is an intimacy that is easy on the arms. you’ve done this for a handful of others. your shiniang, your past lovers. your once-brother. now it is di feisheng’s still-damp hair you run your fingers and a comb through. silkier than zhan yunfei’s, more voluminous than qiao wanmian’s. its weight sits in your hand and tangles your fingers with the same tenacity of a spider’s web.

the knots cling, every bit as stubborn as their owner. was he born like this? or was this a learned trait? has he ever regretted a decision?

this man has followed you across the world – with or without his memories, every bit as dogged and loyal as fang duobing. ever single-minded in purpose. the affection he makes you feel has always been uncontrollable. you want to resent him as much as you feel fondness, but in the end, the fondness always wins out.

you tie his hair back and lock the familiar silver ornament in place, sliding the pin through the knot. (you bought this for him. with your own money, even, and not xiaobao’s.)

he twists around to look up at you – eyes open and clear in a way no one with his personal history should be able to. you’ve never once felt this unburdened. years ago, you and lao di were both in the middle of puberty, youths, barely old enough or tall enough to count as adults. he looked up at you back then, in the same way, as you looked down from the trees. he never had to say or do anything to capture your attention. he just gazed straight into you, soft, open, and entirely receptive to anything you wanted to throw at him.

what else could you do?

you hit him with your very best.

xiaobao understands you like no one else. but this one – this one never cared about any of the things the world wanted from you. he didn’t see the future. he didn’t see potential. he didn’t see the power you wielded for the benefit of everyone. he saw only the you that stood in front of him. nothing more, nothing less.

and now? you know what he wants because you want it too. even now, there are moments you can hear the clang of sword, smell the burn of sparked sword oil, feel the heady rush of bloodlust. you crave the razor-sharp clarity that overtakes you as you take flight and know the man following you will be able to keep pace no matter where you go and what you do. you can let go. you don’t have to hold back anymore.

he sees you the way no one else does and you want him to see you that way again. you want to see him on the other side of your crossed blades and to find your steps again in the sky unburdened by lies or death. you want the life you could have had together.

there was a time, you could have dreamed of fighting together. eating together. watching as his hair turned white to match yours.

but you can’t. you only have memories left of that old you and the bitter flavor of passed time.

if only you had met again 10 years ago. or even 5 years ago, once your rage had burnt its way out of your heart and bones.

you can’t afford to want what di feisheng wants. (but you do. you want it. it burns worse than poison.)

tonight.

tonight, under the influence of good wine and the warmth of shared smiles, you will pretend you have the luxury of health and time.

tonight, you will pretend you are living the life you should have – a life free of shan gudao's shadow and without regrets.

02 di feisheng

you are tortured your whole life and for a moment, you actually die; but you are alive now and stronger than ever. you drink wine with a loved one and he smiles in shared understanding (finally, after all these years. you’ve waited for him.)

the suffering was worth it if that is what brings you both to this moment.

under the moon’s blessing, you smile back and for the first time in your life, you hope for the future.

#writing practice for fake royals #li lianhua #di feisheng #mysterious lotus casebook #prompt: hair combing in wedding chamber #bastardz are writing #feihua #dihua

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captainpulisic · 2 years ago

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when you splashed your wine into me - c. pulisic

authors note: first fic :) hope you guys enjoy! word count : 1.8k gif credits to owner

it is a well known fact that after winning a game, there must be a party to celebrate the victory. these parties always ended up with mason getting a little too drunk and making a fool of himself. currently, he was barely balancing himself on an unsteady chair and singing along to the catchy pop song playing on the speakers.

you couldn’t help but laugh when he clung to an unamused conor and insisted he joined him in the duet. you laughed even harder when conor gave in and the pair started giving a real performance. slightly turning your head and locking eyes with christian sitting next to you, you felt a wave of content as he gently kicked your foot. you stayed like that for a second, basking in the moment, before it all became too much for you. looking away, you survey the rest of the partygoers, as if there was anyone more interesting than the boy next to you.

raising the cup to your mouth, you felt your face grimace from the cheap tasting wine. these boys being who they were, you’d think they could afford something a little better.

does christian know the effect he has when he's mere inches away? that your cheeks were reaching an alarmingly red shade because his shoulder was brushing yours? you suddenly felt grateful for the two cups of wine you had already drunk. sober you wouldn’t have been able to cope in this situation. then again, sober you might have been keen enough to notice how christians eyes couldn’t stop staring at the lipstick mark you’d left on the rim of your glass.

christian couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he observed you clearly enjoying yourself. to his luck, you kept stealing glances at him but he was sure it was due to the crimson shade of his cheeks. they were a dead giveaway to his stupid feelings, he thought. trying to distract himself, he glanced to the other side of the room where ben was now trying to wrestle mason into drinking some water. catching masons eye, he knew it was mistake the moment he saw the drunken boys mischievous grin. mason couldn’t stop looking between the two of you sitting so close. mason knew all too well how he really felt about you and always encouraged him to speak his feelings. occasionally, mason would say he'd help him if needed. christian felt his stomach drop when he saw mason stand a little straighter.

“i just want to say a few words about my handsome teammates,” mason yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. the music was lowered and eyes were intent on the wasted boy. “first off, let's make some noise for kai and his game winning goal.”

there were some scattered whoops and cheers, claps all around the room. this continued while mason toasted each individual player. and how much he loved every single one of them. soon enough, he got to his last honorable mention, christian.

“look at him, being modest and hiding behind such a pretty girl. after your smashing performance, I think we all feel you deserve some sort of prize. but what sort of prize should you get hm?”

christian felt his face get even redder, this time for a whole different reason. he felt it in his bones, something very bad was about to happen. the way mason kept glancing between the two of you, panic was setting in.

for a dramatic flare, mason tapped his chin while confused looks were shared all around. "oi, i’ve got it! why don't you make your dreams come true and celebrate with a kiss from y/n. you’ll finally be giving her what she's been wanting for months, too. or am i wrong?"

if you thought you had been blushing before, you're sure your face was on fire now. you didn’t know if you were going to burst into tears or stay frozen from the shock of it all. you had once confided in mason about your crush but you thought you two were close enough that he wouldn’t use it as ammunition to embarrass you or to poke fun at christian. even in his inebriated state, he should know your unreciprocated crush shouldn’t be a punchline. you couldn’t help but look over at christian, at his furrowed brows and lost look. this can’t get any worse, you thought.

you barely hear mason being shushed by ben and a “you’ve done it now, idiot”. you barely hear the few unsure laughs and questioning glances being thrown at the two of you on the couch. all you can focus on is how still christian has gotten, not daring to look at you in the eyes.

quickly, you get up, not wanting to suffer this humiliation any longer. christian reacts to this, reaching for your hand and starting to stammer out a jumble of words. this is the worst thing he could have done, not accounting for the half full glass of wine you were still clutching. both of you looked down, just as the remnants of wine splashed onto his white shirt and your dress, staining them red.

through tear filled eyes, you shove the glass into christians hands and run upstairs to hide in shame. you don’t dare to look anyone in the eyes as you feel the tears break loose. how could mason do that to you, you thought. we’re friends and he used my crush to get laughs out of people.

“y/n, stop,” your pace didn’t slow down as you heard christians steps behind you. “y/n, listen to me-”

you weren’t quick enough to retreat into a room, christian grasping your arm again. turning to face him, “what the fuck do you want? to laugh some more like the rest of them?”

christian shook his head in disbelief, he couldn't believe you thought he’d ever laugh at you. he was still trying to wrap his head around how you had reacted when mason suggested a kiss between the two of you. did you really not feel the same way he did about you? his soft tone didn’t waver. “y/n, hear me out-”

“when i told him how i felt, he promised he’d never tell you. i know you two are close and shit but he said it’d stay between us. did you two plan this- are my feelings just some stupid joke you two laugh at?”

instead of embarrassed, you were starting to feel angry. you were angry at yourself for being so emotional, angry at christian for following you up here and angry at mason for being a drunk idiot.

“y/n, just fucking listen. please.” christian pleaded, growing more confused with the situation. mason had put on that little show to embarrass him, not you. he was trying to make sure you weren’t weirded out by mason telling everyone how his dreams were to kiss you.

“i had no idea mason was going to say that, i promise you it wasn’t some joke we planned. i wouldn’t- i would never do that.”

you scoffed. you knew there had to be some truth to his words. you'd only known christian a couple months but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to toy with your emotions for fun.

“but can I be honest with you?” he added with a small grin. you felt his hand brushing yours, feather light. without noticing, he had stepped impossibly close to you. your faces mere specs from each other. “i’m grateful he was a drunk mess tonight and said what he did.”

you felt your walls come up again, not liking the direction he was going in. “christian, i swear to god-”

“hey, what i meant was that i’m grateful cause it’s given me the push i’ve needed for some time now. it wasn’t some dickhead joke between us or mase trying to hurt you. he knows how i feel about you and i think he’s sick of me talking about how much I want you.”

before your brain had time to process anything he said, you felt christian cupping your cheek and his lips on yours. it was rushed and messy but you couldn’t expect anything else from two people who had spent months longing for this moment.

“now do you believe me?” his lips still hovered over yours, foreheads resting on each other.

instead of answering him, you bring him in for another kiss. this time, it’s slower and sweeter. next thing you know, he has pressed up against the wall and your hands running through his hair. breaking the kiss to go lower, he begins to leave soft kisses down your jaw and stopping at your neck. oh finally, you think.

you can’t help the small laugh you let out, finding the situation so bizarre. minutes ago you were swearing at him and now you were tugging at his shirt, wanting it off. if anyone walked up the stairs, they’d be greeted at the sight of you two devouring each other in the dimly lit hallway.

looking down at you, he couldn’t help the smile playing on his lips. after so many months of yearning, he can finally show you how much he wants you. he bumps his nose against yours, both of you in a lovesick bliss. you feel his hands leave your waist and rise up to brush your cheekbones.

both of your hands were desperately roaming each others bodies. it was a mixture of grabbing and squeezing and breathless moans from both of you. before either of your hands could go any lower than they already were, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.

both of you cursed as you saw ben and a somewhat more sober mason get up the last step. you all froze as the two processed the scene they had walked into. there was christian, pressing you up against the wall, both of you with messy hair and lovesick grins.

ben broke the silence “we uhm- came to make sure everything was alright. and mason wanted to apologize for being an absolute arse… but we’ll let you get back to whatever you two were doing.”

you hid your face in christians chest as you giggled, embarrassed and overjoyed at the same time. you peeked over his shoulder to see the two boys trudge down the stairs again but not without missing the thumbs up and wink mason gave christian.

eventually you two also descended the stairs and were met with a smug mason, taking credit for playing cupid tonight. embarrassingly enough, he also took credit for the marks you and christian both adorned on your collarbones.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x you #mason being kinda mean but with good intentions

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irkendogma · 2 months ago

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i know they're pretty lacking in tak aside from some ship segments, but do you have any favorite issues of the invader zim comics? call me basic but i adore the zimvoid arc especially

man i feel bad about like every anon i've gotten recently because i'm certain i keep coming off as an absolute hater (which may not even be inaccurate but i DO have love in my heart as well) but i honestly don't like the comics that much. i feel like both my grievances and my favorite issues/moments can be summed up by things from a conversation i had a little while back

like, obviously this is not exclusive to the comics - the show itself very much leans on the nonsense comedy angle because it is, in fact, a comedy aired on nickelodeon aimed at children. i'm not about to complain that a 2001 kids cartoon doesn't take itself seriously because i would be insane to expect it to. the problem is, when the comics were released, florpus hadn't even come out yet - the primary audience for them was no longer the "kids" element of the original demographic but the "watched in 2001" element

these comics EXIST to be fanservice - what fuckin 8-year-old is going to a comic shop or browsing online to buy the marketed revival of a show they don't recognize? - but they're written more like meaningless, substanceless comedy than even the original show ever was. there was a fucking wealth of material the original show never got to touch on prior to cancellation, and barely any of it is ever adapted, to say nothing of the entire original cast besides zim and dib playing bit parts to unrelated nonsensical comics characters IF they even appear at all - the fact that many fan favorites, my own included, receive a cameo at the end of a single special issue and nothing else across the comics' like fucking 50-issue run continues to bother me

and rest assured, the comics themselves are at least a little cognizant of this, because they will take every fucking opportunity they have to lampoon and create strawmen out of fans asking for more or even just...making fan content in general. remember mopiness of doom? chammy wamboo is here to make sure you feel stupid about interpreting anything that happened in that script as zim and dib having any form of fondness for each other, and she's going to spend an entire fucking issue doing it (with a very halfhearted attempt by the narrative to go "maybe she has a point about friendship?" that ends up undermined by other instances of the comic doing the exact same thing as this issue). think that the comics themselves aren't as good as the original show? virooz is a fat, sweaty, conventionally ugly manchild of a stereotypical strawman here to puppet around zim's body in dramatic poses that never fail to be drawn as stupid and unfitting in his belief that zim "fell off" from his earlier days. sure, occasionally there are grains of truth or genuinely funny things from them, but overall the whole thing feels incredibly meanspirited and more interested in bashing fans for being invested than rewarding that investment of time, energy, and sentiment into the material

even zimvoid...i WANT to like zimvoid. conceptually, i really like zimvoid. but the comics are deathly fucking allergic to allowing any stakes or sincerity to persist across the plot and it makes a lot of fascinating elements with a painfully compelling antagonist hit like a wet piece of tissue paper slapping on a brick wall, any impact stuff like zib's confession that he lied and winning over zim ultimately didn't earn him anything is soundly undermined by the fact that zim fixes the problem instantaneously with a spontaneous time travel loophole that even the story itself repeatedly lampshades makes no fucking sense whatsoever

maybe i'm just not the target audience for the comics, honestly, but in a fanbase that for nearly 20 years has consisted mainly of adults suspending their disbelief to more seriously adapt the story and melodramatic teenagers doing the same with less self-awareness, i don't know who is the target audience

#and if it genuinely is young children. that is just outright stupid because that is not the demographic who reads comics in the modern day #god. i'm sorry i didn't want to be this much of a hater it's just my honest answer

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magicalbats · 13 hours ago

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Also since there HAS been so much content coming out I thought it might be fun to do a bit of a recap on everything and share some of my thoughts! I know there are at least a few people who read my fics without playing the source material or really having much baseline info on the characters before going into it (and you guys are incredibly special to me, rest assured 🫶🥺) so I figured this might be a nice way to do some little introductions!

Sticking this behind a cut so anyone who doesn’t want to see me rambling can easily skip over this post lol

In an attempt to keep things somewhat chronological, I’m going to start with the drip marketing for these two. Iirc they were officially announced one day apart, back to back, and I saw multiple people making angel/devil comparisons with them which really tickled me. 🤭

I’ll talk about Sunday first since he’s by far the character we’ve known the longest and man what a wait this has been. We met him in 2.0 and he is finally going to be playable in 2.7, and in a lot of ways it almost feels surreal that we’ve finally made it to this point. Genuinely it’s been such a bumpy, perilous ride with him. For a good moment there I wasn’t even sure if he was going to make it out alive or not, then I wasn’t sure if he was going to be playable, then leakers were saying he would be joining the Stellaron Hunters and then it was actually wait, he’ll join the Astral Express instead, and then he was getting a new outfit and for a second there it even looked like he might end up getting a new VA too. 🤣 When I tell you this man has had me STRESSED this entire time.

Luckily there is finally light at the end of the tunnel though, and I’m honestly so, so happy with how his playable look turned out! My silly little guy with his youth pastor drip 🙏🥹 He’s honestly my second favorite character in HSR right after Sampo, and I know that probably sounds bizarre for how different they are but look. I’m a woman with a refined, complicated palette okay? xmdkdmdkzk There really isn’t anything at all I don’t like about this man, he’s a little crazy but he’s also soggy and a bit pathetic at the same time, I’m sure you can see why he’s like crack cocaine to me. And the fact we’ll get to travel with him from now on … the fics really do just write themselves.

And that’s not even mentioning the religious trauma, god. I need him more than I can even put into words. Please let me win this 50/50 in a few weeks, I am begging. 🙏 😭

For Ororon I didn’t have that same immediate click with him when we got our first glimpse in the 5.0 Natlan trailer. He barely showed up for five seconds which didn’t help but he was also presented in a very mysterious, brooding kind of way that just didn’t lunge out at me. But the one thing I will always give Mihoyo credit for is they’re very good at layering different personality traits on their characters to make them not so one note. With that in mind I wanted to meet him first before drawing any definitive conclusions on whether or not I liked him.

And I am SO glad I did because he truly subverted every single expectation I think everyone had just based on that initial impression. Not only is he NOT an edge lord of the highest order, he also turned out to be one of the sweetest, cutest characters I’ve ever seen. 😭 He’s just a little guy, your honor. Please do not bully him.

He’s confirmed to be in his early 20’s but he has this very innocent, guileless manner about him that makes him feel indescribably boyish in the most charming way possible. He’s also a grandmas boy, and he calls anyone who he perceives to be older than him granny or gramps. I have some thoughts about him calling us mommy, either accidentally or on purpose … and other thoughts about him using the vegetables from his quaint little garden in less then wholesome ways. 😏 Like, guys. He loves animals, feeds squirrels, raises aphids, and he’s got his own little cottage core farm away from the rest of his village. I don’t think you understand what he’s doing to me.

With his release in game and access to his full bio we’ve also learned that he has a talent for art on top of everything else and look, I’m just saying but he might actually be perfect.

What are we looking at here, you may ask? Ororon’s art, that’s what. 😤

I was very pleased to learn that we actually do have another male character coming up in the Natlan lineup at SOME point in time, but this is the one and only look at him we’ve got so far. His name is Ifa and he’s a veterinarian, and also seems to be Ororon’s bff. I don’t have much else on him yet but we know he exists so I figured I’d mention him. For posterity if nothing else. lol

I fully admit knowing he’s a veterinarian is like having a fast pass into my pants. I love animals so if a man also loves animals there’s not really much else I can do other than fuck him, you know what I mean? 🤣 I’m very curious to find out how accurate the drawing of him is, so I’m really hoping we get to see some visual leaks coming out soon.

I’m also going to take a quick moment to talk about Mr. Reca too. Now, he doesn’t have drip marketing yet but he did appear in version 2.6 in the main storyline and wow, he was such a blast. Definitely a bit unhinged like his lightcone art suggests but in such a fun, mostly harmless way that I can’t help but stan. Also he’s a girl dad to a mechanical frog who acts as his assistant director? Good lord …

Indeed he is a little film nerd freak and also a Memokeeper, we don’t know much else about him just yet but I want to assure everyone here that as soon as I got my first glimpse of him I was looking so incredibly hard and I have not stopped looking once. He resembles Zhongli imo, if he was less unflappable and more prone to whimsy. I like that. A lot. 😏

“We can shoot a movie, we can bang like Rambo 🎶 “

We knew for sure Lighter was coming pretty early on into 1.2 when Caesar and Burnice got their banners so his drip marketing didn’t come as a surprise and he also has the esteemed honor of being the FIRST ever limited male 5 star in ZZZ, and yes it feels like a long time coming even though the game is only a few months old now. ✋😩 All the other men are either 4 stars or standard 5’s so I was more than likely going to pull for him no matter what. Out of desperation, and to show support for the men, even if he ended up not being to my taste.

For better or worse though, he actually turned out to be an amazing character and I fear I am very smitten with him. He’s just so cool and hard boiled, but also a little silly? A little goofy? And man, I don’t want to take up a bunch of time waxing poetic about this, but the fact he’s the only guy in the Sons of Calydon that we know about, surrounded by all women, and he is not the least bit threatened by it just really does something to my brain. Like, I unfortunately can’t add the picture due to Tumblrs image limit but his drip marketing has a little shot of him buying stuff for the girls — makeup and fashion magazines, stuffed animals and snacks and like … that’s real masculinity right there. I can’t decide if he’s like a dad or a big brother to them, but either way I am HERE for it.

I’m genuinely confident beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would have no problem at all buying tampons/pads for you, and I also think he’d be perfectly respectful about it too. He’d ask what brand you prefer, what size and what type, and he’d make sure he came back with exactly that even if he had to traverse a hollow completely blind to get it. I’d bet everything I own on that. I like him a lot. 😌

His banner will be available this coming Tuesday and I am unfortunately going into it on a 50/50, no guarantee, so please pray for my success. djemfkxksmwkw

So remember when I said Mihoyo is good at layering different personality traits on their characters? Yeah, so Harumasa is another great example of that.

When we first met him I (and I think many others too) kind of got the impression that he was a smooth talking playboy type and I even called him a fuck boy on multiple occasions. 🤣 But at the start of 1.3 in Yanagi’s story quest we actually got to see him interacting with his fangirls and he was not feeling it at all so I now suspect that he probably only flirts when it’s beneficial to him, specifically so he can fall back on his good looks to get by and put in less work than everyone else. He understands what pretty privilege is and he intends to use it to his advantage. lol

I actually think he ended up being a very charming character now that weve gotten to see more of him. He’s chronically tired and maybe just a bit lazy, doesn’t like hard work or long days, calls out sick often and looks for any excuse to leave work early. He’s INCREDIBLY relatable tbh. 🤣 Based on a few brief pieces of dialogue in Yanagi’s story I’d started to suspect he might actually be for real sickly in some way but then we got a leaked image of his weapon …. And it’s literally just a pill case full of medicine. So although I don’t yet know all the details I have to say Harumasa has really grown on me since his first introduction where I mistook him for some kind of womanizer. lol And this is exactly why I like to wait and actually get to know Mihoyo’s characters before deciding whether or not I like them, they’re just so incredibly good at layering them together in a way that imo makes them feel more tangible and alive. I genuinely can’t wait to see more of him in the near future!

Gonna go ahead and just toss WuWa right here, this won’t take too long seeing as there’s only one new male announced so far! 🤪 And look, I’m going to be completely honest here. Kuro Games is really pissing me off with this because we still have not seen hide nor tail of Scar since 1.0. Let me say that again. 1.0!! It’s been MONTHS that he’s just been rotting away in jail, let him out already you sick bastards! I want him!! I need him!!

Now Brant … I literally know nothing about him aside from his appearance and his name. He was just revealed the night before last so this is literally all we’ve got atm. But I will say I think he’s real cute and I definitely think I’m going to like him a lot. It took me a while to figure out what he’s reminding me of and then it suddenly clicked that his silly little cape looks a bit like Howl’s Moving Castle, doesn’t it? I’ve never seen the Ghibli film before, just screenshots, so I’m not sure what Howl is like or how that might potentially play into Brant’s characterization but I thought that was an interesting possible connection.

I especially like the deep plunge in his shirt, that shit goes almost straight down to his pants. He might be a little slutty. 😏 And the obvious pirate motifs paired with the harlequin mask on his hip. I am definitely looking. Disrespectfully, I might add. Eager to learn more about this one tbh.

And finally we have the big HSR reveal from the livestream on Friday. 🤭 I was ofc hoping for a preview of the next planet we’ll be going to since version 2.7 will be the last update before 3.0 but I wasn’t even remotely prepared for the trailer that dropped. Three men feels like a HUGE win so yes we are definitely celebrating this one.

Much like Brant all we’ve got so far are faces and names so I won’t be able to talk too extensively about these characters unfortunately. As for my initial impressions though I will say that Anaxa has my attention the most right now. I like the eyepatch and his long hair tied in a loose ponytail over his shoulder, and just his entire general vibe. He definitely seems to be my type and for the moment he’s the one I’m most looking forward to meeting.

Mydei is next in line for me, he looks like he might be a hot blooded masculine type and in fact I’m almost reminded of Itto a bit. I think? He might be equivalent to the god of war, Ares or Mars, so he should be an interesting one.

Phainon is definitely attractive but I think he looks a bit too much like Ayato for me to get super excited for him right off the bat. I don’t dislike Ayato, mind you, but his personality just doesn’t do much for me overall — so I’m tentatively looking forward to actually meeting this guy and seeing how he is in person. All of these characters seem to be alternate versions of ones from Honkai Impact the 3rd which I know close to nothing about but based on what I’ve heard Phainon should be a Kevin expy and I think he’s pretty important? I expect he’ll probably get the characterization to match tbh so I’m choosing to trust the process for now.

And that about wraps it up!

I will say if nothing else, this has taught me that if you’re someone who enjoys male characters the key here is to play multiple games at the same time to get your fill. 🤣 Because individually other than HSR they’re really just giving us crumbs one at a time. Like going into Natlan we truly only had two confirmed boys and maybe Capitano further down the line to look forward to, the rest were all girls. But when I put them all together like this we’ve suddenly got ten men to talk about, and tbh that’s really giving me the pick me up I needed. alsmfcosmszk

So, if anyone’s stuck with me this long, what are your thoughts on these characters? Who’s your favorite and who are you most looking forward to? Are any non players thinking about picking up one of these games? Feel free to share any of your thoughts with me, my inbox is always open! 🫶😊

And of course happy thirsting everyone!

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prof-arjun · 1 year ago

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Pokemon Sword by Tumblr decides my fate

Journey to the first badge: Masterpost

The text never ended, and while that was understandable with SwSh being the start of Gen 8. That makes repeat playthroughs a little difficult in the hand-holdy feel of the endless blocks of text and seemingly cookie-cutter 2-D characters. Like, Hop, hunny, c'mon. Can you not mention pages in your legend for five seconds?

But with our little Sobble named Xion, I tried to race through the opening establishing plot. Catching a Wooloo and naming him Meep to avoid the catching tutorial and telling Hop that no, this isn't my first time in a Pokemon Center. Cause, honestly, thank Arceus they added that... if only they'd keep it in every single game moving forward...

With Leon giving me plenty of Pokeballs, I instantly looked for a Nickit and Yamper, naming them Gigi and Lola respectively. After that, I caught one of every Pokemon I could find across Route 1 and 2. At least, I think I did. I wasn't looking at a guide.

Having done that before challenging Hop at Professor Magnolia's place meant I didn't have anything new to catch during his little "challenge". And the purple-haired twerp had the AUDACITY to be sassy about it as if I wasn't completing my Dex faster than his little butt ever could.

But I digress, it was time to get into the Wilds of Galar. Because you know the train just has to run into the one flock of Wooloo for no other reason than plot. And that was really the best thing ever as I poked my head into every Raid Den I could.

Well, sort of. I only caught the first 12 non-repeating Pokemon I found before moving over to the Isle of Armor. Klara gave me a little trouble since my Pokemon were barely over level 10, but I was able to win out in one attempt. And trying to run around to the various Dens on my way to the Dojo.

Honey was an absolute doll and Mustard was his usual partially shady self. But the Slowpoke he trained caused Xion to evolve into Drizzile. I still got the little G-Max Bulbasaur and named him Hashi. Since I didn't need to get Kubfu just yet, I stopped at the second trial. But when we get to the first gym town, we will finish that off.

But after repeating the 12 Raid Den scourge, I went on to the Crowned Tundra. Peony tromped me soundly and called me a softie. Like, sir, I could have been so much worse for you if I wanted to be. You're just lucky I need to get into the Tundra right now...

Ignoring the Dynamax Adventures for now, I ran screaming through the Tundra. Kinda loving and hating the new caves that can be spelunked to your heart's content, but the frickin' Dens hidden in the cave systems... Please, make those easy to find and leave the spelunkable caves to hold something more interesting, please? Rare spawns would be nice.

Though, speaking of Raid Dens, adding a Mienfoo named Mulan to the squad just to help round out weaknesses and give a nice, hard-hitting baby girl to make things interesting.

While setting up for future events, I went ahead and started grinding out that Pokedex and getting Madara the Kubfu to level 30 so we could climb the Tower of Darkness. Very simple projects in theory... but man was that a task and a half. Though I can't express how good it felt to whoop Bede instantly with Gigi. So many memories of my original disdain justified and rectified with one team member.

First of all, Klara and her Poison Types were a trial in and of themselves twice over since I had no real counters, other than Hashi clearing away the spikes. But I eventually got everything sorted out and then came training...

In the Crowned Tundra, I proceeded to complete a Dynamax Adventure and keep an Obstagoon. Suicune knocked out three Pokemon after the Hatterene before it had knocked out one but thankfully you don't need to beat it to progress the story. Instead, I used the Obstagoon to battle around the Tundra, running errands for a creepy Harvest King. (No, I don't like Calyrex... you see what it does to Peony? Bruh better keep his little noggin' to himself.)

But with all that cleared away, I flew back to Turrfield and the Gym Challenge... with a team in its early twenties and more than over-leveled. Add in the fact that herding Wooloo is rather simple and you have a recipe for a quick Gym badge right out of the gate.

Went in with Meep being paralyzed, but he fought through and took down the Gossifleur with a series of Headbutt. Then I swapped for Gigi knowing that I would be Dynamaxing along with Milo and his Eldegoss. Though side note; why didn't they give Milo an Applin for the first battle? It isn't a very strong Pokemon and would add a smidge of diversity to his team. Heck, add a Grookey so he has something other than just the same two Pokemon in his first battle.

Either way, we got the first badge, now to poke into some Raid Dens and hold a couple more polls...

Team:

Xion- Drizzile

Meep- Wooloo

Hashi- Bulbasaur

Lola- Yamper

Gigi- Nickit

Mulan- Mienfoo

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon swsh #community playthrough #karume's legacy

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goddess-evelle · 2 years ago

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In this video X

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.

Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it

A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go

This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.

Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

“It will be fun, come on! Don’t be a coward. Are you scared that you are definitely going to lose? I mean George and Sapnap already agreed to do this challenge. Just say yes you dumb huge baby” You practically begged Dream to accept your video idea.

You knew it wasn’t easy for Dream to give up control, but you were hoping that he’d agree to the video. Mostly because you wanted to see him suffer a bit, but also because it was a really good idea. They can’t even complain because you’ll be doing most of the work anyways. They just had to sit pretty, play and not cum. That isn’t even difficult, or at least it seemed that way to you. You were used to being edged almost every time you had sex, so it had become something that you enjoyed and needed.

You won’t lie, it took a couple days to get Dream to agree, but something in you told you that it was going to be worth it. You couldn’t wait to see his stupid face all red and teary; exactly how he had you when he fucked you dumb. Of course, you only wanted to return the favor, it’s the least you could do for him. Your other two boyfriend were happy and quick to comply; they loved the idea of you having so much control over them at least once. George always presented as a sub, so he didn’t surprise you. However, Sapnap amazed you with how quickly he joined into the idea. Usually, he fought for control with Dream, so you’d imagine he liked to be in control, but maybe he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.

Patience is a virtue that you were lucky to possess. Specially when Dream took 2 weeks to finally decide *news flash* that he wanted to be part of the video. The setting of the video was simple. Three desks munched together in the master bedroom. The computers barely touching; to say the least it was comfortable for a few hours. You smiled at the three man-children sitting in the chairs arguing about who should get you on their lap. Of course, you had to do something to be able to get them all content.

“Don’t worry you’ll get more than just having me in your lap if you lose” you winked finishing your sentence and continued “I will have to edge you each time you lose, so I don’t think it matters. I’ll just watch from the sidelines until… you die” you gave a mischievous smile as the boys gulped at your implication. However, they were quick to move to their respective seats to start the game. They were slightly scared that they would have to attempt to not die when they had to share damage. I mean sure Dream and Sapnap would probably kill each other just for fun usually, but there was George and his obsession with eating a FULL steak when he only had 1 hunger bar down. Of course, it was going to be difficult, but it wasn’t rock science. You knew they’d figure it out.

“In this video, my friend coded it, so that we share our damage. However, if we die, the person that got us killed has to get edged by our girlfriend. Will we be able to win without too much stimulation or will we end up overstimulated? We are about to find out.”

Firstly, they were confused underestimating the challenge (Like usual) Talking about how they were “Professionals” and they wouldn’t even die a single time. It was no surprise that George was the one that got them all killed. The boys cursing as they had gotten way too into the game to remember the real challenge of the game. Therefore, you were expecting the spooked jump that George gave as you suddenly appeared kneeling in front of him. He swallowed nervously as he looked at the other boys with a snarky smile that was soon wiped off his face as you yanked his pants off. His cock resting softly against his right thigh; you bent slightly down to give a kiss to the head of his dick watching it twitch at the touch. The boys were quick to catch on to what you needed as Dream walked right next to George bending down to spit right on top of George’s cock. You smiled up at him gracefully as you started pumping his dick softly although the way Dream spat on his cock, and the kiss you gave him had him already half hard. It only took a minute for him to get completely hard. You kept pumping him as you bent down to start lick him. George held onto the armrests of his seat as he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You smirked at the action; even in this moment he was still trying his best to be a good boy. You winked at him shortly before starting to move your mouth effectively sucking him off slowly. His head thrown back as he got himself lost in the pleasure. Eyes rolling back as he could feel the tightness of your throat around his length. The wetness your mouth provided had him almost going completely crazy. His hips buckled into your mouth as his whines and moans got more desperately. Hard cock being engulfed by the tightness of your mouth. The gummy wet feeling bringing him close to heaven; a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back from the wrecked man that was trying his best to stop himself from cumming in your mouth. Dream was quick to pull you back from George as he started watching the way the older man was slowing losing his sanity. You pulled away from George as Dream helped up from your knees.

You weren’t too surprised to see that Sapnap was already hard in his pants as he took a long look at George. You smiled at him as you bent down to spit in his mouth like he had done to you so many times; you simply wanted to give him a taste of George’s precum. Sapnap immediately swallowed as he let out a moan at the taste of the older man. You smirked as you took a sit back were you used to be as the boys got less happy with the idea of the game; they just wanted to fuck you as they continued to play the game reluctantly. They resumed the game as George grunted about having to start over again while the other boys teased him about being whiney because of the edging. You watched the game intently until Dream stupidly got knocked back into a cactus making Sapnap (that had low health) die. Unsurprisingly, the two of them started bickering about who’s fault it was until a sharp clap cut through the discussion making all of them turn towards you. You sat silently with a smile in you face as both boys swallowed nervously.

You walked towards Dream slowly cupping his cheek as you looked into his pretty eyes. “Come on baby, you know that was your fault.” He mindlessly nodded entranced by having your lips just a gasp away from his own. He closed his eyes waiting for you to make your lips collide together; you simply swiped your tongue against his awaiting. His eyes opening quickly at the unusual feeling of your wet muscle. You swore you saw his eyes getting just a bit darker as he understood what had happened. You could hear a distant “shit” from one of the boys, but you were too focused on the green orbs in front of you to even analyze which of the boys said it. You didn’t need to tell him any further as he took off his pants. Cock springing free from his pants looking almost painful; you took him by surprise as you pushed him back onto his chair. Mouth hanging open as you looked straight at his eyes using one hand to push your hair away from your face while your other handheld his cock; your own mouth parting to let out a blob of spit onto the head of his cock. His chest rose violently at the sudden heat from your spit hitting the tip of his cock made him shiver. Your hand wrapped around his cock without a second thought which made the tall man jump at the sudden feeling. His cock practically jumping into the hole you made with the hand that held your cock as he accidentally fucked his cock into your hand. He looked almost weak which was ironic to think that your 6’2 boyfriend could look so submissive just for you. The sight just tickled the right parts of your brain making your mind almost hazy with the feeling of being in power after so long. His nails digging themselves into the armrest of his gaming chair, and you wished you could engrave this picture into your eyelids to watch it forever. He was pushed back into his chair almost making it lay down completely; neck holding his head forcefully in position just so he could see your movements on his cock. Veins bulging in his arms as his nails dug deeper into the armrests of the chair. His chest was moving quickly up and down as he tried to calm himself down, but his hips seemed to ignore him as they bucked into your hand with such force. The action sparking a small memory in your mind of how that same movement of his hips could make you cry every time he fucked you. The memory disintegrating in the distance of your mind as you were brought back to reality by a rough hand wrapping around yours. You looked into Dream’s beautiful green eyes to find his eyebrows pushed together as his mouth let out whimpers begging you to hold him tighter. He implored you to squeeze your hand around him as if your hand could ever compare to how well your cunt squeezed his cock. He was letting himself go just a little too much, but just when he forgot the whole point of the challenge. Just when you were giving him exactly what he needed your hand pulled away; ripping with you a loud whine from your boyfriend. Hips fighting to get his cock back to your hand. Whimpers and groans left his lips as he tried his best to calm down after you stole the sweet relief from him.

#sapnap x reader #dream smut #georgenotfound smut #dream x reader #dream team smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap smut #dream team x reader #dream team

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alltoolewis · 3 years ago

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10 reason's why I love you- Lewis Hamilton ✨

Trying to clear out my drafts & found this fluffiness in it... & because it's my faviourite human being I just had to finish it for this series! Hope you all enjoy it ✨

For anyone who hasn't read my series, this series includes 10 different scenarios and reasons why they love you! (Normally it's 12 but I want to write this series for other people & I am scared I'm going to run out of reasons lol!)

1:'I love the way I know you'll never give up on me'

Your heart broke as you watched his broken body walk through the garage, anger visible as he looked around, searching for Toto. "Why did you tell me to pit!" He yelled, throwing his helmet to the ground as he continued to scream at his team "I told you I was fine! I could have done it! I could have made it to the podium! But no you had to ignore me... and now I have to work even harder to get back to the fucking top!"

Toto's eyes searched for you, not having to say anything, you already knew what you had to do. Walking towards him, you took his reluctant hand in yours, gripping firmly as you walked him out of the crowded room, wanting a little bit of privacy as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You need to calm down sir..." You sigh as you run your fingers down his neck, something you knew from your 2 years of dating relaxed him.

"(y/n) I'm ti-" Lewis tried to pull apart, however, your stubborn arms only got tighter as you placed your lips to his. Relief filling your body as you felt him kiss you back, holding onto you as his life depended on it, only realising you as you pull apart, leaving your forehead on his as you caressed his cheek. "You are lewis flipping hamilton... you don't let one race define you or your season... it's not over yet. And you sir never give up on anything, and you're not going to start giving up now! I'm not letting you!"

It was that moment when lewis knew, win or lose this season, he had you in his corner. And that was much more honourable than some trophy..

2: 'I love how beautiful your eyes are'

He knew he was hooked the second he looked into your pale blue eyes. The way he could see every single emotion you hold, every shadow you see. The way they would light up as bright as the ocean when your happy, or they would dull too as dark as the midnight sky when you were mad. He knew that those were the eyes he wanted to see for the rest of his life, the eyes who would watch him get old, the eyes that would meet him at the bottom of the isle. You were is forever & he knew it from just one look in your eyes.

3: 'I love the way we cuddle and watch sunsets together'

"What's up, love?" you whispered, as you noticed lewis was already up, stood on the balcony in nothing but his shorts as he watched the early morning waves crash along the beach. "Why are you up already? it's only 5am..."

You knew he was so stressed lately, the recent battle for the championship getting to him as the seasons finish came to a near. Taking his silence as his answer, you slowly made your way towards him, grabbing one of many blankets as you drape it across his shoulders. Taking one of his hands, you drag him to your sun lounger, crawling on his lap as he rests his head in between your neck. Both of your bodies instantly relaxed as the only thing that could be heard was your steady breaths and the sound of waves gently crashing the shore. Both of you were content in each other's arms as you watched the new day begin, Lewis, watching you as the orange light lit up your eyes, how your hair moved along with the wind. Knowing as long as he's got you, he can manage anything.

4: 'I love how when I dream of my life partner, the only person I see is you'

"I had a dream last night..." Lewis whispered as traced circles on your bare back, pecking your head gently as you let out a tired 'hum' telling him to continue. "It was about a girl..." This seemed to get your attention as your head snapped up, squinting as the sunlit room hit your eyes.

"Who was she??" You whispered as you played with his loose curls, forgetting the number of times you have told him not to cut it. "Well..." Lewis started as he tilted your chin, looking deep into your tired eyes "She was about 5"2, tanned skin, loved wearing loose baggy Sunwear..." He chuckled as he felt your body tense, jealously rising in your body as he describes the girl in his dreams. "She had brown wavy hair down to her spine..." Lewis whispered as he ran his fingers down your hair, still knotted from the night before. "a cute button nose..." leaning down to leave a peck on your nose, a smirk growing on his face as he watched realisation hit you.

"Did she have blue eyes?" You asked as you kissed his neck "The most stunning pair of blue eyes you will ever see..." he whispered as he looked deep into your eyes "The type of eyes anyone would wish to look into for the rest of their life..."

"Okay stop it now your turning into a creep!" you giggled as you pushed him and his staring eyes away. Causing him to roll you over onto your back, straddling your body as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. "You are my dream girl (Y/n)!" he breathed out as he pulled away, "You run through my mind even when I'm asleep,,, I'm addicted to you.."

5: 'I love how our bodies just fit together"

The minute your bodies collided in felt like he found his missing piece, loving the way you would fit in his arms perfectly as he wrapped his arms around your petit frame. The way your hands would find each other like magnets, no matter where you were, from in public to in the kitchen making lunch together they would always find their way together. Your bodies were made for each other & now he has found the missing piece he was never gonna let go of it!

6: 'I love your thoughtfulness'

"Suprise" You yelled as Lewis appeared in the hotel, Huge 100 balloons floating in the air, as confetti and rose petals covered the floor. "Baby..." He chuckled as he made his way over to you, pulling you into his arms "You're so god damn cute!"

Pulling yourself out of his tight arms, you run into the 'kitchen' "That's not all!" You sang as you came back with a cake, the words 'We love you champ' written with a picture of you, Lewis & Roscoe after his win in Silverstone.

"You're so cute!" He chuckled as he pulled you towards him, ignoring your words of caution as he pulled you into a kiss. "Wouldn't have been able to do none of it without you..."

7: 'You found me. You actually did. I still don’t know how exactly it happened that we were right where we were meant to be at that exact time in our lives. But, I will be grateful for it forever'

He still couldn't explain how crazy it was that you stumbled into the garage one day! He loved having a story like yours, one that he could tell over and over again without missing a single thing! It happened one crazy day in Monaco. Your friends dragging you along on

He still couldn't get over the fact that if you never got lost that one day in Monaco and somehow ended up in the Mercedes garage he would of probably never met you. It was simply the perfect way God could have brought you to him... you didn't care about his money or status... his fame or his championships...you loved him for him & that was a rarity in a society where people looked past the person he was and just saw goldware... you were different...

8: "You want the best for me... always"

"I can't do this anymore..." Lewis sighed, throwing his down on top of the bed, his words causing you to panic a little as you looked up from the book you were reading "You want to break up..." You whispered, frowning slightly as Lewis looked back up at you in horror!

"What! No!..." He laughed, pulling you into his side, kissing your temple as he sighed "Your the least of my problems daring... you are not going anywhere..." "So what is it you can't do..." Tracing his tattoos, you instantly put him in a trance having to give him a little dig in the side for him to snap back to reality "Just everything... the car, the press, last season... I can't keep up with it all..."

Popping your head up you kissed his cheek gently, before nuzzling in his neck "You want to retire..." The question had been on the tip of your tongue for weeks, both of yours, however, neither of you wanted to be the one to bring the obvious topic to light. "I don't know..." He sighed truthfully, tangling his fingers through your hair "Have I made a mistake not retiring? what do you think I should do..."

"Lew..." You knew he had read the comments that the particular f1 chief had said and the effect those types of comments have on his confidence despite them being totally false "I want what's best for you baby... & if that's leaving this season then I will support you to the moon and back... but" Once more you placed your head on his shoulder, causing him to look at you with nothing but love in his eyes "Your talented Lewis... a masterpiece that isn't even complete yet, don't let them tell you when it's complete!.." "Have I told you how much I love you..." Lewis smiled, attacking you with a bunch of small kisses causing the sound of your giggles to echo around the thin walls... the truth was he didn't know when his career was going to stop but as long as you were by his side... he didn't care!

9: "You are courageous..."

"C'mon Lew..." You yelled down the rocky cliff, where he was still struggling to get past the 2nd jump of stones "We haven't got all day Mr!" Lewis couldn't help but laugh in admiration as you reached the top, dropping your bag as you sat at the top of the cliff looking out the sea...

"Oh, how nice of you to join me, Mr Hamilton..." You playfully teased, patting the spot next to you "Come here... it's almost time..." Lewis joined you immediately, wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer as the waves crashed against the rocks... "How did you find this place..." Lewis whispered, not wanting to break the bliss that had now been created "I came up here by accident one day searching for my friend... stayed up here for hours until they started searching for me...! After that, I come up here it all the time... it became my safe place..." Looking over to him you smiled "& now it's ours..."

"Thank you, sweetness..." Lewis mumbled, placing his lips on yours... so lucky to be blessed with such a beautiful soul who was willing to do so much for him!... including sharing her special place!

10: "You made the first move... when I was scared to do it!.."

"Who had made the first move..." His mum asked cheekily, loving to her all of the wild stories about her little boy being in love! "I did!" You both spoke at the same time, causing you to roll your eyes!

"Lewis... stop messing!" you laughed, shaking your head "You were to scared to kiss me, so I had to take matters into my own hands!" Your statement caused his family to laugh, as Lewis's cheeks flushed bright red!

"Alright stop laughing..." Lewis groaned, kissing your cheek gently "Your going to be the death of me if you keep telling our secrets..." he whispered down your ear, causing a small smirk to appear on your lips... purposly waiting for him to walk into the other room until you spoke again!

"Carmen... I ever told you about the time Lewis accidently ate a dog tr-" "(Y/N)!)"

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton blurb #f1 #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #formula 1 #Mercedes #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #lewis hamilton book #lewis hamilton one shot

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Tradition - Part Two

“Sn-Snezhnayan tradition dictates in a traditional battle, the winner is allowed to request one thing from the-” another cough, born from phlegm in his throat that rattles wetly, “from the loser.” (or, You accept a bet and despite not winning, you're not sure if you've actually lost.)

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Childe/f!Reader 3,705 Words - SFW Bamboozled into marriage, future parts will be NSFW

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Childe - for all his eagerness - finally relents to your request for just a little time.

It’s done under the sole condition that you keep the little velvet box and its contents in your possession at all relevant times, though you’d had to fight with him about its practicality when fighting.

“It’s durable!” Childe had tried to assure you as he reached for said box that you cradled in your lap. On instinct, you shuffle away to put precious distance between yourself and your fiancé.

Fiancé. Aether would have a field day if he were here.

He’d get me out of this, you thought almost-petulantly as you stowed the box away in a hidden pocket of your clothing. Though time and distance clouded your mind for that single thought, because as soon as it passes through your mind, so too do the memories of all the things he’d gotten you in, and all the ways he failed to get you out.

Perhaps it’s best he wasn't here, just for this one moment.

“Aren’t you going to look at it?” Childe asked with what was likely the closest thing to heartbreak you think he can muster with a head so thoroughly muddled up by countless beatdowns in this very room. Your bitterness gets the best of you as you take in the slight pitch of his brows and the downward tilt of his usually-smiling lips.

For a moment you almost feel bad. Here he was, kneeling before you with the remnants of a confession of love on his lips and his gloved hands reaching out to the spot you’d occupied only second before. The feeling of regret tries to settle over your shoulders, and it barely has time to rest its weight before you’re shaking it off and climbing to your feet.

You ignore the hand he holds out for you to brace on. It’s not a new development - he’s offered each time before, in the same manner with slightly curled fingers and an inviting palm that begs you to place your own against it. And all other times you’ve done so without a thought, thinking it to be some sort of sportsmanship after his thorough losses.

The deciding factor this time, one that stands out starkly to the casual nature from before, is that it’s suddenly no longer casual. The offer holds a heaviness to it that you’re not quite willing to bear just yet. The weight of every other interaction is starting to show its exhaustion on your shoulders as you realize what ulterior motives have been present, just beyond your notice.

“Are you staying in the apartments above the bank?”

It’s meant to stall for a little more time. Of course he is. It’s not as if he made special trips from Snezhnaya or whichever country’s doorstep he’d decided to haunt. Surely? Yet his answer is what you expect, with only a hint of teasing at such an obvious question.

“Yeah? They are my home. Unless you’re planning on bringing me to yours-”

“No.” Your answer is resolute, drawing on the latent power of geo that settles behind your navel when you’re not actively resonating with it. It gives the solid strength you need to remind yourself that no matter how pitiful he’s making himself seem at the moment, he’s still Fatui and he still tricked you into this.

Shadows flicker behind him in the light of the flaming lanterns. Their waxing and waning is far more enticing than whatever false emotion Childe is putting on to meet his own ends. For once, you’d like it if he didn’t play you for a fool. You’ve yet to feel that variety of victory over him. Knowing what you do now, all your previous triumphs over Tartaglia feel hollow and unearned.

“I need time to sort things out. I’ll come find you.”

The skin on his cheek moves a bit as he visibly chews on the inside. Unfortunately, you know him well enough that you’re certain he wants to deny you. The fact of the matter is that you’re trapped in his grip now, with little to no power over what happens next. If he truly wanted to - and if it suited his needs, which you’re convinced that it does - Childe could have you on his arm both physically and legally in a matter of hours.

Yet, the universe continues to show you small mercies after the wringer it’s put you through, and Childe gives you the briefest of nods as he concedes, “Don’t keep me waiting too long, or I’ll come knocking with an officiant.”

Somehow, you don’t doubt that.

The tails of his cape slide across the floor with a grating metal-on-metal sound, grabbing your attention as he rises with an ease that doesn’t quite match how he’d been feeling after reverting his transformation. If it weren’t for the slight beads of sweat at his temple that catch the light, you’d almost assume he hadn’t fought you at all. Though you’d only seen the Foul Legacy once, the state it put him in would leave him debilitated - his delusion isn’t too far off that mark, either.

Childe steps closer, well within arm’s reach and then some. Your first instinct is to back away, but all traces of amusement are gone from his gaze, and that traps you with your feet glued to the floor. All that’s present now is an uncharacteristic seriousness that seems as if it fits him better than the jovial sort of attitude he likes to portray.

The shift throws you off, immediately setting off alarm bells that aren’t quieted as he reaches for one of your hands that hang limply at your sides. You should be swatting him away, admonishing him for breaching your personal space so brazenly, yet you’re frozen. His chin dips, his eyelids lower enough that your vision of blue is interrupted by fluttering ginger lashes. You’re nearly distracted enough to miss his request.

“I don’t think it’s out of line to ask for one kiss from my fiancée?”

There’s the slight pressure of his chest against your own, fabric catching on metal detailings that make up his uniform. There are dark spots on his right shoulder that serve as remnants of your fight - the recoil from his arrows that spattered droplets of water with every fire. They’ve long since begun to dry, but the telltale dampness is still there if you know where to look.

A spare thought is given as to why you know to look for such things. It’s almost the same as how you know the sky is blue and that Viatrix and Monoceros Caeli share exactly three stars.

The answer is out before you can reconsider it - though you’re not sure there’s a way out of this without at least some iota of acquiescence. Childe isn’t one to concede everything, despite the generosity he’s touted in the past. “Just one. And then you need to sit on your hands until I-... until I can think about all this.”

“Tonia tells me my hands are boney so I can’t imagine they’re very comfortable to sit on, but if that’s what you want.”

It’s a poor joke. You hate that you want to crack a smile like you might have done only a week before. Why had he taken this route? As loath as you are to admit it… perhaps if he’d done things differently, you might not be as averse to this as you currently are.

If he’d just tried to approach you normally, you’re almost certain you would’ve been more receptive. The realization doesn’t strike you as hard as it should have. Fear isn’t the right word to explain what settles in your gut when it becomes clear that you’re not torn up about this for the right reasons.

At least, not all the right reasons. An iota of pride exists when you note that yes, you’re furious that he resorted to trickery and manipulation, just as he’d done not-so-long ago in his chase for the gnosis. This almost stings the same, though less like a whip and more akin to laying your palm on coals that still retain heat after a roaring fire. It burns but not enough to pull away just yet.

With the horrid thought in mind that perhaps you’re not as upset as you should be, you step a little closer. You’ve been face-to-face with him plenty of times, though the context tended to veer toward antagonistic and purely combative, rather than this soft fluttering of ginger eyelashes against cheeks that are dusted with freckles so faint that you’ve never been able to notice them until now.

Subconsciously, you’ve begun to count them. It isn’t until you’ve gone beyond ten that you catch yourself and get back to strictly business. As businesslike as kissing someone could be.

“Stay still.”

Your demand is met with Childe’s chest expanding with the breath he’s decided to hold. The stillness that falls over him is so absolute that you wonder if his heart continues to beat. Absently, your thumb brushes over the side of his wrist, gently pushing against the pulse point there.

It’s pounding. So much so that you wonder how his entire body isn’t rocking with the force of it. Or is that your own pulse? Vaguely, you wonder if you’ve begun to beat in time. Or, perhaps you’ve always been in tune with Childe, more than you’d like to admit.

Perhaps it’s stereotypical to think so, but you assumed that the ice from his homeland that clearly runs in his veins would leave his skin chilled to the touch. Contrary to your quiet assumption, Childe’s lips are pleasantly warm as you kiss the corner of them. The only sure sign of time passing is that steady pulse beneath your fingertips, steadily moving onward even as you fall still against him. To his credit, Childe doesn’t shift to push it into something deeper, but instead closes his eyes in an attempt to steel himself against the obvious urge.

Your own instinct is to do the same. To kiss him fully and throw any and all caution to the wind in an irresponsible flight of fancy. All it would take is just giving in and letting calm acceptance wrap you in something you can’t truly fight with your fists and blade. But this isn’t fleeting, not with the weight of the box in your pocket reminding you of what’s to come.

Acceptance would mean Childe winning. And he’s already gotten one over on you today, you’re unwilling to concede any further than you have to.

With a quiet sigh, you pull away and gauge his reaction. There’s a pretty dusting of pink on his cheeks, drowning out the freckles that you can no longer see. Their absence is sorely noted.

“One more?”

With a tremor, he asks it of you, and your weak resolve crumbles. There’s no hesitation as you press another to his cheek, then one more at his cheekbone, just to the corner of his eye. It takes all your willpower to stop and step back, then take one more step, repeating over and over until you’re forced to turn to ascend the stairs to the door.

Childe doesn’t call after you. In the glittering reflection of the gilded door, his warped figure is still holding a hand out as if he were reaching to stop you, to keep you close. It’s not nearly enough to keep you from leaving him.

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Logically, the first person you should have told - after Zhongli of course - was Paimon. She goes everywhere with you, knows everything that happens to you, has acted as a confidant since the beginning.

But you’re not looking for someone to cross their arms and huff and puff about how poor of an idea accepting the bet was. You’re definitely not trying to have Paimon threaten to hunt Childe down and… give him an ugly nickname?

Instead, the first person to come to mind is the one sitting just across the table from you. It took a few days to get here, and you can’t stay more than another day or so before you need to get back and give Childe some form of acceptance for this. His threat to hunt you down with an officiant is one that you’re not willing to call a bluff.

After she’d finished laughing at you - joyfully and with her entire stomach - Yae Miko settled in to run her finger around the rim of her teacup and consider the way you’re all but hunched in on yourself. The cushion beneath your knees is unbelievably comfortable, yet you’ve never been so unsettled in your life.

Perhaps you should’ve written to Miss Hina-

“I find when I have a problem that seems too convoluted, the best course of action is the simplest.”

“And that is?”

“Go back to Liyue, pick up your beau, and have a beautiful ceremony in front of the Sacred Sakura tree. It’s been far too long since I officiated anything of the sort.” A moment passes where Miko takes the smallest sip of her tea, lets it settle on her tongue, then swallows and continues as if she’d needed time to consider her words. “Perhaps we can make a day of it? Ei could use the time to stretch her legs-”

“Can you be serious?”

“I am being serious.” And her slim brow raising seems to challenge you to debate otherwise. “If there truly is no way out of this, then the only path is forward. If you’re going to be married, at least do so in the way that would be beneficial to you. If he’s as rich as you say, then I’ll book the celebratory dinner at Uyuu.”

The implication isn’t lost, and you can’t help but smile tiredly down at your hands laying limp and open on the table, palms up as if getting ready to plant your face in them to hide from the world. It wouldn’t be so bad to just disappear for a while.

“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard, Miko.”

“Wonderful. I’ll make the arrangements if you let me know the date.”

And that’s the dilemma, isn’t it? Because you’ve been untethered for so long, and now you’re meant to pick a date in which you’re to be tied with a man you’ve tentatively considered an enemy for some time now. Lifting one hand from the table, you reach into your pocket and remove the velvet box. It’s remained unopened until now.

Yae’s eyes glitter like the very tree that sits just over her shoulder, out the window of her residence at the shrine’s peak. Your hesitance to open it isn’t lost on her, and in a quiet response she simply holds her hand out, palm up and fingers beckoning openly.

It’s better that the bandage be ripped off by someone else. Without a sound, you set the little box in her palm and gauge her reaction as she hums and turns it over, then opens the hinge. You expect teasing, or perhaps a dig at the ring’s style. What’s received instead is the subtle lowering of her jaw, the raising of her eyebrows before they pitch together in awe.

“Oh. Oh my. This is something, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

The awe is replaced with disbelief, her emotions suddenly far too open and easy for you to get a read on. You hate that, and you hate her willingness to let you see anything beyond her persistent haughtiness that she wears like a second skin. Being open doesn’t suit her.

If only Gorou could be here to witness the singular time that Yae Miko was thrown off-kilter, just for a moment.

“You haven’t even looked at it? You’re not even curious what he’s given you? All the times I’ve witnessed you digging in the dirt for anything that glitters, and your curiosity hasn’t urged you to just open the box?”

The barb doesn’t even sting. If it were an arrow in your back, you would’ve left it there and continued on your way until a more opportune time to deal with it. Surely the ring is some gaudy thing, judging by the weight of the box alone… and Childe’s propensity for going just a little over the top.

The sakura over her shoulder is far more interesting than any ridiculous ring that Childe could offer you, but Yae isn’t having it. With a few snaps of her fingers to regain your attention, she pointedly placed the box on the table with its lid still open.

“Look at the ring, Traveler.”

“No.”

“Look at it.”

“I said no-”

“Quit being a petulant child and own up to the fact that you’re engaged.” The words crack like a whip, far sharper than any sniped comment about your exploration activities could hope to achieve. “You’ve learned a lesson, and now you have to own up to the consequences of the mistake that taught you. All things considered, I think you’re getting off pretty light.”

Your molars ache with how you grind them together, trying with all your will not to speak. It’s no matter, as Yae is more than willing to fill the space. Her hands lay flat on the table as she leans just a bit closer, driving home a point that you were already painfully aware of.

“What are you so afraid of? Commitment? Loss of independence? Or are you just worried that this may just turn out for the better and you’ll fall madly in love with him?”

And the haughtiness is back with a vengeance, paired with an upturning of her lips that makes your skin crawl with the implications. How badly is she about to hurt you? You’re not left to wonder long, and you swiftly begin to wish that you had been.

“Or are you already well on your way? Surely he must be a handsome little thing if you’re so worked up about this. If he were ugly, you’d simply continue on the way you had been, perhaps with a heavier hand thanks to this accessory.”

Your refusal to look at neither Yae nor the ring tells everything, all at once.

“No, you’re feeling something, and you’re terrified it’ll come to be more. That’s all; you’re scared it will all work out for the best.”

“Can you blame me? Things don’t tend to do that for me-”

“On the contrary, I think your luck has been rather prodigious, but that’s neither here nor there. I’m going to be frank with you, Traveler.” As if she hasn’t always been, yet her face falls into something carefully schooled into seriousness. Yet another emotion that doesn’t fit her well, yet she takes to it comfortably.

“Grow up. All things considered, I think the bed you’ve made to lay in is better than most could dream of having.”

The ring is heavy in your fingers as you pointedly take it from its casing and put it on. Without the box, it’s far lighter than you expect. The first thing you notice upon looking at your hand is that you’re shaking just enough to be worrisome. Wrapping your own fingers around your palm, you steady yourself to get a good look at what he’s deemed fit to give you.

It’s… plain. Expensive most definitely, but there’s nothing gaudy or outlandish about it. It’s a simple gemstone on a simple band, though even to your untrained eye you can see the craftsmanship put into making it as sturdy and streamlined as possible to avoid snags and catches.

In short, it’s been made with your activities in mind. Crafted with the sole purpose of you wearing it, and that’s when it hits you what made Yae Miko so caught up over this ring. It’s not the design, nor the price tag, but simply the thought put into it. It’s been made for you.

His declaration of love doesn’t seem so far-fetched anymore. With a new pair of eyes, you examine once more his exclamation of, “Of course I love you.” You’re almost inclined to believe it with just this single piece of proof.

Silence reigns, broken only by the soft sounds of a singular cuckoo bird beyond the window, just far enough that its cry isn’t jarring. You count them - one, two, three calls before you shift your fingers from your palm to instead cover the ring and the light it throws. Yae has long since settled back in her cushion, nursing the tea that’s gone tepid.

“So you’ve made up your mind?”

“Is there a reason to fight it? You’ve really pinned me down here, Miko.” Lethargy begins to set in as your body shifts from panic mode to a serenity that you’ve come to associate with this string of islands. It’s a stark realization that you haven’t felt this way since before Childe made his little bet, and your muscles feel rigid after holding the tension for so long.

The cuckoo calls twice more before Miko answers with a question of her own, pinning you down and cracking any facade open that you hoped to maintain. Truly, there’s no way to keep yourself on even ground with her - she always finds a way to rise above you.

“Isn’t that why you came here? For me to put things in perspective, I mean. Surely it wasn’t a social call, you knew exactly what I was going to tell you.” Yae sips, then her lip curls at the taste that’s been ruined by waiting a bit too long. Pointedly, she sets it down and uses the tips of her fingers to put it toward the edge of the table. Then, after a moment of contemplation, she drags it back and takes it again.

There’s purpose in the movement. Pushing something away that you don’t think you want, then pulling it back once you’ve realized what it is that you desire. At any other time, with any other person, you’d be convinced you’re reading too much into it. But this is Yae, and she does nothing without purpose, without an ulterior motive.

Yes, this is exactly why you came here - to reaffirm what you already knew.

#tartaglia #childe #childe genshin #genshin impact #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #female reader #i'm in love with shitty tropes #also the constellation mention is inspired by a fic i read on AO3 by that had me enamored for like 300k words by mitsuboo #i horked and gorked that whole fic down in like a day and a half #it was lit you should go read it #anyway

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