#how are people liking 0.2 smiles

[bluebeerg]

chat, calm down, i'm not going to- i'm not going to draw fucking . mayor majig x orsten towers yaoi. chat, i'm NOT. i-

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER

prompt: after causing chaos in life is paradise, you accidentally clicked the wrong “alt” button.

Oh wow- listen…I’m in my Albert phase guys…so yeah. ANYWAYSSS-

You just got done making your Roblox video as you wanted to exit out of it. You were going for the alt + 4 button only for the alt to look red and shine into your face. The light blinding your sight made you scream as you opened your eyes to see you are in a new area.

…. “Am I in hell…” you said in a high pitch voice. You panicked out a pitch scream gaining weird looks from the sinners. You still kept your human look but as you screamed, the control panel of admins show up. You stopped screaming immediately with an “oh.” And smiled evily

After wrecking most of the pride ring, you felt tired. Seeing an advertisement on tv about a hotel that redeems sinners, you thought maybe you could do some good here. So you pulled out a keyboard and type to teleport to the said hotel

You can go into the wrath, pride, and gluttony ring. It’s pretty real as you have the wrath to destroy things when pissed off. You’re prideful that you can’t be destroyed, and you have the gluttony to eat. A lot.

I can see you just having a small flamingo demon pet following you around. Literally you would make it bite and stab people. You taught it how to do the billy bounce.

The crew most definitely thought you were schizophrenic because you talk out loud as if you were talking to someone 

BIG HEADCANNON THAT YOU HAVE ZOOMIES AROUND THE HOTEL😭

���I start stabbing, now that the lights are out?” “Albert/Reader, please no.” Charlie says holding your arms down. The power went out and you were craving blood.

You’re just a little gremlin :D

Imagine how chaotic it was to not fling someone out of the hotel for fun 😭 LMAO A SINNER FLINGING ACROSS THE WHOLE PENTAGRAM.

“I’m taking away their happiness in a good way!” You say smiling as you drag a resident away from Charlie who seems traumatized. You were like an alastor 0.2 but more happy actually.

LMAO YOU HAVING A BAN HAMMER SO WHEN A RESIDENT IS BEING AN ASSHOLE YOU JUST SLAM THE HAMMER ON THEIR HEAD WITH A “BOOP”

I can imagine you having the same physique as the og Albert. Literally one minute you look like your animal crossing character, and the next thing they know you are some buff Florida man.

“I’m going to make them regret being born.” You said as you clicked an admin that made your skin black with red eyes. The angels came towards you as your cut their heads off.

The whole cast was in shocked seeing a human like you being so powerful with just a panel no one can touch.

“Being a baby will not prevent me from shooting you.” You said jokingly as this toddler was winning uno. The mother ran away with her child as you screamed out uno.

Angel started to rant about what he does for his job and how he basically seller his soul to this moth porn demon. After he told you things what the demon does to Angel. You snapped.

“BITCH I WILL SHOOT YOU!” Yells reader as they cocked their gun. Basically the whole crew has to hold you back as Valentino is pissing himself.

Vox didn’t even know who you were until Valentino started having nightmares and random shadows in his room. (The shadows were you lol) Vox had to look you up and try to find who tf you were. You were a YouTuber. That all it showed up on his feed as he scoffs.

Husk has no opinion on you. He only knows you as that guy with a flamingo. He would sometimes side eye you while you do crazy shit. But matter of fact you two are chill.

“We have different ways of expressing ourselves..” you say to Angel trying to comfort him. “I like this way, he can’t defend himself. And I like that.” You say shooting down a sinner while in battle. Angel dust just side eyes you as if you were actually crazy.

You’re not allowed to go into turf war with him no more.

Velvette has no legit problems with you. Dead ass you and her might be fashion partners. HAVE YOU SEEN ALBERT’S DRIP ON INSTA?! That MAN IS GOOD!

You have so much wanted posters, even you brag to others at how cool you look while destroying someone’s house. All because you were bored.

Charlie is mostly worried for your mental health while Vaggie just knows that you aren’t really the most mental stable in the group.

“STOP DOING THAT! STOP CRYING! What are you a baby?!” You say while smacking away a whole imp baby that was crying beside you on the merry-go-round

Charlie’s eyes widen at what you did. You were like a man child.

I can headcannon you deadass bombed the Vees tower out of pettiness. It was just funny seeing Vox shocked to his damn boots that his home was now gone.

Lucifer made you a duck flamingo cause of how he was trying to be nice to you. He knew you wasn’t a sinner or an angel of sorts. But you were a human that he never seen before. He probably makes you some damn pancakes if you want them.

Lucifer would probably ask if you have a flamingo demon form because you told the crew that you go by flamingo and Albert. You just stood there confused to what this short man was saying. But you just nodded trying to see if you could actually turn into a flamingo.

Headcannon on you just actually helping around by just replacing and changing furniture. You help Charlie with trust exercises as the resident are just confuse at a human being here.

“WHO needs powers, when you have a gun!” You yell excited pulling out a gun from your admin control. You shot downa sinner who was trying to fight you. Alastor just doesn’t see why how your “guns” are more powerful. They don’t even have angelic metal.

Carmilla carmine had seen how you legit shot an angel down with a simple looking gun. It was insane but amazing. She definitely called you down to her place so she can see what your bullets are made out of.

Imagine how you basically see people’s/sinner’s names as if it was a name tag aka username. You would go around saying their name out loud as they look at you scared and crazy. “Hello Hakka!” “How you know my name?!!!!” 😕

Rosie adores you, you may be man child that’s like a gremlin. But you are so sweet and helping. Alastor made you meet her and honestly, it was a great meet and greet. Honestly 10/10.

Headcannon on you and Niffty both killing bugs together. You use your ban gun as Niffty uses a sewing needle. This sweet girl made you a big crown, you better appreciate it.

Alastor had messed with your food making you pissed off. It was the end of the day and you hadn’t eat anything due to not taking care of yourself much. So your reaction was justified when you see alastor’s grins widening.

“I hope you choke on your next meal.” You say as your voice had suddenly boomed across the hotel. It was like as if your mic boosted it, but you don’t have one.

You and Alastor have like a sibling relationship as you two just want to watch people suffer. Literally it’s funny as hell when it’s that one Xbox meme.😭

“MOM SAYS ITS MY TURN TO CAUSE SUFFERING!” You say trying to get over Alastor’s tall body as he causes chaos in the pentagram city.

Sir Pentious didn’t like you at all. Like he was actually scared at his crazy and psychotic you are at times. But when he saw how calm and laid back you actually were. He actually started to warm up close to you. 

The egg boiz follow you around asking if your pet flamingo could play with them. It was so cute as they play with your pet flamingo.

Cherri absolutely loves you and your destructive behavior. Literally you two are a deadly duo cause you would give her some of your admin powers and take it back.

You once actually set up a limb store, literally you were getting that money✨😈 you had chopped off so much limbs got your deer customers.

I can see you actually taking people’s souls lol. You just take souls for fun and not for contract which leaves some overlords confused and scared of your powers.

Heaven would be scared of you personally. Like you are such a menace, sera sent your ass back to hell. Your human appearance was still the same tho lol.

Adam and you, beef on sight. “Why do you even have that pink bird? What are you, ret@rded?” “No but your mother is.” You said back while flipping him off.

Sera doesn’t like you. Your chaotic energy and your “evil” doing are not prohibited in paradise. She might tell Big G about how a human is in hell in perfect condition.

Emily heard about your presence by sera, she wanted to meet you but then again. You are back in hell. But she hopes to meet you one day.

See, me personally you would rob a bank for fun and then give it to some homeless imps in the wrath ring. It’s just you doing random shit while bored.

I can imagine you turning someone into the hulk. You deadass have so much power that it’s concerning and crazy for the hotel crew and rest of hell. You have alot of powers and you can turn people into some green buff human?!?

[lixiesfreckless]

mind games | p. js

➸ synopsis: a little playful banter and psychoanalysis never hurt anybody.

➸ starring: park jisung x reader

➸ word count: 1.3k

➸ general content: college au, house party shenanigans, kissing, sungie is exactly the smooth man I know he could be if he didn't get flustered every 0.2 secs-

➸ warnings: alcohol consumption

➸ rating: 15+

➸ author’s note: I've literally had this in the drafts for MONTHS sorry for keeping park jisung content from tumblr, that should be a crime punishable by firing squad-

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! it's empty cups by charlie puth put it on pUT IT ON

You don't know what's making you more drunk; the alcohol or the man in front of you.

You've been watching his dark hooded eyes gaze at you this whole conversation, something that should feel casual, but with no one else on the couch, feels more intimate than you would have expected. And try as you might, you can't ignore the deep timbre of his voice, almost reminding you of a siren in how you can barely focus on anything else. Even the loud music of the party seems to fade when your eyes naturally trace the sound to the curve of his mouth, occasionally curling on one side when he catches your eyes wandering lower.

Damn. You don't remember being this much of a lightweight.

“-but enough about my major,” he sighs, rubbing his finger absentmindedly along the trim of the couch, a gesture that definitely should not have your insides twisting into a coil. “I am becoming increasingly curious as to what yours might be.” The tilt of his lips gives away the mock sincerity he's using, a sarcastic stab to the dull nature of collegiate small talk. You fight the urge to grin, feeling like a silly teenage girl. It was only one shot of vodka, what the hell?

“Guess.” An unoriginal response, but he leans back and strokes an imaginary beard, looking to the ceiling as if he was consulting the gods of career choices.

After a moment, he snaps his fingers and points at you.

“Culinary arts?”

“Close. Psychology.”

He bursts out laughing at your blatant lie, and you don't think you've ever heard a sound more disarming.

There is no way it was just vodka in your red solo cup.

“Have you been psychoanalyzing me?” He says with a glint in his eyes as he narrows them.

“I can't help it,” you laugh.

“Tell me.” His voice was so clear despite it being barely above a whisper.

“You just want to know how you're perceived by a stranger, don't you?”

His jaw drops open in awe. “You really are a psych major, huh?” You nod your head and let a laugh slip out again.

“So what have you gathered about me then?” He leans closer again, quieting his voice even more just in case anyone could hear him over the raging bass of the speakers.

“Well for one, you’re quiet,” you begin, and you wait for him to open his mouth(probably to argue that that’s obvious) to continue, “but it’s not because you’re shy. You’re reserved, probably choosing to keep to yourself in public situations because you don’t crave social interaction.”

His tongue pushes the inside of his cheek, fighting a smile, and you have to digest the butterflies in your stomach to keep going.

“And you’re observant, which is pretty common amongst introverted…?” you wait for him to confirm your guess with a nod, “Right. Introverted reserved guys that get caught people watching at parties.”

“I was not!” He argues, scrunching his nose in defiance.

“How’d you know what was in my cup then?”

“Oh that?” He nods his head over to the strawberry blonde that has the kitchen on lock, entertaining practically every girl within earshot of him. “Jaemin makes the same drink for every new girl he meets.”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “A vodka cranberry?”

“With a splash of lime,” he adds, rolling his eyes. “He insists it elevates the drink.”

“Does he know it’s a house party?"

“Shh, he doesn’t need to know that.”

You’re both laughing, with heads so close that if it weren’t for the decibel levels of the party, you’d be sweating buckets at his proximity.

“You’re good though,” he says, sighing, and when he sees your confused stare he elaborates, “your psychoanalysis, I mean. That was pretty spot on.” You shake your head, waving him off with your free hand.

“That was nothing– I’d rather see you try,” you subtly challenge, raising your cup back to your lips.

“Oh yeah?”

You raise your eyebrows, as if you were daring him to try and figure you out.

He leans back from you, now gazing at you thoughtfully as he crosses his arms across his chest. Immediately you feel warm, clearly unprepared for having this much attention on you, let alone his. Your outfit was nothing unusual for a college party– just a short dress you felt confident in paired with a shrug that matched your sneakers –and you smirk to yourself knowing that the only piece of your personality he could derive from your clothes was well out of sight.

“I think you have a lot of secrets,” he says suddenly, meeting your eyes and leaning in close again. There was a lilt to his voice; was he teasing?

“Doesn’t everyone?” You ask, attempting to get him to elaborate.

“No, you’re probably a vault now that I think about it,” he chuckles, eyes wandering down to your neck as he eyes the locket necklace hanging just above your collarbones. “And assuming you want to go into a career where you help people, you’re always giving advice and listening to others, but don’t bother bothering others with your problems.”

He hit the nail on the head so hard you’re practically drooling.

“Who are you, seriously,” you laugh, feeling ridiculously exposed.

“Park Jisung, creative writing,” he says, swirling his hands and giving a mock bow, and you playfully slap his hand away. “How’s your back?”

“Sorry?”

“Your back. You know, doesn’t it hurt from carrying the weight of your friends’ trauma?”

When was the last time you laughed this much? “Not nearly as much as writer’s block.”

He scoffs, holding a hand against his hoodie and leaning back as if you’ve delivered a fatal blow. Which you probably did, to his ego. “So she plays dirty. I should have seen that coming.”

“Careful, I know how to weaponize words.”

“Well that makes two of us,” he muses, leaning close enough so his voice is clear again. “I’m also good at telling people what they wanna hear.”

“Is that so?” You bend down and leave your solo cup on the floor, no longer interested in its contents. “What do you think I wanna hear then?”

He pauses, probably weighing the risk of voicing his next thought.

“Mmmm…something like how from the moment I saw you at the bar, I knew I couldn’t leave this party without your number,” he says, fighting a smirk as he lifts a hand to his face to hide his bashful expression.

“Oh really,” you laugh, mentally thanking the low light in the room for hiding the blush coloring your cheeks. He wasn’t wrong though, you won’t let him leave without your digits in his phone.

Your gaze flickers down to his pouty lips, hoping he’ll pick up what you’re putting down. ”Anything else?”

“I think…” he says slowly, leaning in just enough so his intentions are clear as day, “you want me to say that I wanna try that vodka cranberry.”

“With lime,” you add, eyelids dropping as his face inches closer to yours. “The lime is essential.”

“Right. Can’t forget that.”

He smiles right when his lips touch yours, and the action has your skin nearly bursting into flames before he finally commits to the kiss.

Pillowy and soft, his kiss is slow and sensual against your lips, and immediately you feel so dizzy that you brace a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, which unintentionally pulls him closer. The second kiss is deeper as a result, and the buzz in your fingertips is not from the alcohol, you’re sure.

Pulling away with a smile on his lips, Jisung watches your reaction carefully, and you hope that you don't look half as flustered as you feel with his face still close to yours.

“Riddle me this, psych major,” he says, eyes flickering around your face, “can you tell me what I’m thinking right now?”

You don’t even have to think twice; following his gaze was enough of an indication.

Somehow, you find it in yourself to giggle amongst the tension. “You want to get out of here?”

“Well,” he grins, tilting his head towards the door and offering a hand to you, “since you’re asking…”

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[starlight-45]

Bllk boys X Affectionate! Extroverted! Reader (Part 2)

Featuring: Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi

Here's the masterlist and part one with Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira and Rin Itoshi :)

A/n: Please enjoy reading! Comments & reblogs are appropriated. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

~Hyoma Chigiri~

• Okay so

• As we all know our princess/red panther can be a little too sassy, even if the situation doesn't demand so. Flashbacks to "Are you even necessary?"

• So at first, he's more annoyed than anything, and don't get me wrong gorgeous it's not because of you.

• It's just...everybody is all over him from the start you know? He's been a prodigy from the start y'know so because of that people really were clingy and because of his gorgeous hair.

• "Hyomaaaa! Congratulations on your win! :D"

"Oh my God- okay. Who told you come? And you told you to call me by my first name?"

• But seeing your unfeigned disappointment at that really forced him to reconsider his words. You really did seem sad at that. Maybe...you really did like him.

• From that point, Chigiri tried his best to be not make off hand comments about your affection and you in general

• Everyone notices his change in attitude around you, and jokes about their mean princess finding love (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

• When you get comfortable enough to show physical affection to him, he low-key is flustered about it and acts a bit mean about it but loves it.

• "Helloooo! I missed you SO much!" *hugs*

"I was gone for like 2 days, wonder what will happen if it was more."

• Chigiri is never flustered by compliments though. He is used to it, but...it feels just a tab bit warmer whenever you say a complimentary compared to literally anyone else.

• "Your hair just is soooo silky! ♡"

"I know- but um, thank you."

• Takes your hand in his whenever you guys are out! With the lame excuse of that you don't "try to disturb random strangers" if you ask with a slight pink tint.

• But lets you drag him wherever you want by the arm. Just don't ask him about it later. He just likes seeing you giggle and smile. Nothing to see here.

• THAT HAIR THOUGH. He is soooo low-key about it and you're so excited about it confuses him.

•Yet he decides against to question you about it 'cause he doesn't want you to lose whatever sanity you have left.

• It doesn't stop him from indirectly teasing you about it though. And just exactly how he does it? By denying you to do anything about it.

• "Let me pleaseeeee do your hair! I'll do anything!"

"...no."

"Anything!"

"Buy me lunch tommorow."

"Deal!"

• Even though he kinda does act like a princess...he really does get grumpy when you say it :P

•But overall, he loves you and will give in to every request of yours anyway. maybe demanding some kisses too?

~Mikage Reo~

• Another one whose a bit sceptical at first, however his reasons are valid. He's a rich guy who doesn't wanna date just because of his status and money.

• Reo wants someone to excite him, to make him desire that person and that person happened to be you.

• Understood your intentions are pure very quickly. He is good at reading people alright? He was raised to be a business man after all.

• Is not at all ashamed to return your affections as soon as he understands that. You're just that adorable and sweet!

• However, even though he understands you're practically glued to him like glue, he tries not to get too attached. Poor boy doesn't wanna get in depression again.

• By the way, he fails miserably at that. You can't get rid of him now. Good luck :P don't worry he treats ya right

• And don't get him wrong, Reo's VERY responsible with money. Really-! See his financial and economic knowledge!

• But he can't help spoil you with your favorite food and gifts, you're so good to him! Just look at the thing for 0.2 seconds and you'll get it.

• You have to sometimes stop him though. I'm serious, if you don't want him to get bankrupt then please stop him sometimes. 🙏🏻

• "I thought I told you to return that bag ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌"

"So what-? I returned it no?"

"AND YOU BROUGHT 2 NEW-"

• Possesive as hell though. Like he doesn't mind your extrovert nature and being a social butterfly.

• But he's a bit scared you know? Scared that you would find find someone better than him and leave him. yes fight me but he has definitely not recovered from his trauma.

• Reo has this little habit that he comes behind you, puts his both hands on your eyes with a "Guess who?" He does is whenever he can sneak behind you.

• Knows the answer will the same everytime. But everytime he does it, he gets a bit of satisfaction- like of course it's him, who else it would be?

• Loves it whenever you show affection in front of others for the same reason, that yes this amazing person loves me very much and you can never have 'em the way I do.

• Reo treats you sooo well, never letting you lift a finger. He doesn't do this just because he doesn't want you to leave, he does it because he geuninely wants to.

• Since he gives in to your every demand and is not even subtle about it everyone tells this guy to calm the hell down when it comes to you, and play it cool cause girls don't like clingy or easy guys-

• And he ignores them all- you're such a darling for him of course he'll give you whatever you ask for! You also kinda like being spoiled so it's a win-win situation.

• Can't help but be anxious whenever you interact with Isagi especially. For the love of God please don't leave especially for isagi.

~Seishiro Nagi~

• Hmm. Lemme think.

• Yeah. Nagi doesn't care at first. Unlike the others, he isn't intrigued or annoyed by your behaviour. He just is nonchalant towards it.

• It's too much of a hassle for him to feel those emotions that drains his already low energy for someone he doesn't know yet.

• "Nagi! Can we go to that café I was talking 'bout before?"

"... It's too far..."

"I'll pick you up!"

"Yeah, cool."

• But your efforts to spend time with him to make him like ya prove successful, he is first curious why are you so joyous by being with him?

• To liking how easy you are to talk to and a comfort to hang out with. You're always talkative even more since he's engrossed in his games and Nagi enjoys hearing your passionate thoughts and even mindless ramblings.

• Surprisingly good at returning physical affection obviously in a lazy way, but still makes some effort in it. Does that even make sense?

• Whenever you hug him on bed he just lays on top of you like a kid, with one arm supporting you and other holding his phone/switch.

• "You're too heavy!!!"

"But you were the one who said I'm a baby, babies are supposed to be small right?..."

"I meant that because of your personality not literally, you 190 cm baby!"

• Wants to just lean on your body when he's tired whole walking because giving a piggyback ride is not an option apparantly, and he is more disappointed than he should be.

• Just KNOWS that you find him cute and can't deny him anything so definitely uses it to his advantage to spend more time with him.

• You know that he just is too lazy to ask properly, holding you in his arms is much easy, he says so you roll with it. I mean can anyone deny this baby anything??

• All jokes aside, even if you talk about a lot of things and it seems like Nagi isn't really listening, he does remember everything, including the little details you mention.

• And after a point, actively asks questions too, to show that he is interested. Because Reo pointed out that you might not realise that he actually is interested.

• Still have to drag him everywhere because his energy level is still very smol. He tries to make an effort, he truly does, but he just sometimes can't get out of his paradise the bed.

• However he is well aware of the fact he can be difficult to take care of, and feels guilty sometimes...so he tries to make up for it. In his own way.

• "...'m sorry..."

"Huh? For what?"

"for being such a hassle sometimes...I know you you wanted to go out today :X"

"It's fine-"

"Actually, we can go there tommorow, if it's okay?"

"Oh! Sure!"

• Nagi isn't sure why he feels guilty because of his tendancies around you more, like even more than Reo. Maybe it's because of the fact he's supposed to be your partner, your equal, not just to be taken care of.

• Whatever it is, Nagi just knows he has to make up for all the precious time you devote to him & for the love given him. Somehow.

[whorekneecentral]

Snow Storm

Pato O'Ward x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pato doesn't listen, snow storms, getting stranded, car troubles, reader's mad at him and will lowkey let him freeze, teasing, it's giving dom!pato for like 0.2 seconds, oral (f!receiving), lowkey blackmail, penetrative sex (P in V), creampie.

Word Count: 1,729

Author's Note: this is for the six pato fans out there, I hope y'all like this one :)

merry smutmas series

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Your boyfriend insists the roads are fine to drive despite the massive incoming snow storm; as someone who grew up in cold weather, you knew better. yet, there you were stuck on the side of the road with him in the snow. 

"Do you seriously have to go right now?" You asked him, leaning over from your spot on the bed.

Your boyfriend nods, "yes, because if I leave it back - I won't finish wrapping it. Plus, it's a week before Christmas, the wrapping paper might be sold out."

Rolling your eyes, you sit up properly. "Pato, don't be ridiculous. They're not gonna run out of wrapping paper."

"You never know!" He huffed, arms flung in the air like a child.

You and Pato had returned to your home town to spend Christmas with your family before heading up to Mexico to join his family for New Year. It had been snowing on and off since you got home a few days ago but it really came down last night. Most of the roads were a disaster but Pato was insistent on getting this stupid wrapping paper.

"The roads are going to be a mess, babe. Can we not just go tomorrow?" You asked him but the man was already getting up, grabbing his hoodie off the end of your bed.

"Please," he shrugs you off, "I drive race cars, a little snow ain't nothing to a driver like me."

You can't help but laugh at his dramatics; you grew up in the snow, you know how brutal it can be to get stuck out there and yet, you stupidly follow him down the staircase and to the car.

Pato takes the side street the two of you had taken many times before. See, you lived in a small town in the middle of basically nowhere. When it snowed, people tended to stay indoors but they did plow the roads, but only the main ones took priority. This meant that the road you were on was one of the last to be plowed yesterday and had yet to be plowed today.

With the snow coming down on top of what had already fallen that morning, the mountain of snow piled up along the sides of the road. Pato's focused on the road but as he turns to go over the hill before getting into town, the wheel stops moving. He can hear the grinding, the wheels spinning but it's stuck in something.

You look over at the man, "are you kidding me right now?"

"Wha-" he sighs, "I'll go check." He tells you, pulling the hood over his head as he steps out of the car.

When he opens the door, you shiver. You had not only followed him out of the house but you were wearing sweats and a hoodie, that was nowhere close to enough to keep you warm.

"So," he says as he gets back into the car, looking over at you with a tight lipped smile. "We're stuck."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Okay, so I can push the car out-" he says but you stop him, waving him off. "There's no point, you won't make it over the hill and there's too much snow to make it back to the house right now."

His brows furrow, looking over at you. "So what? We're just stuck here?"

"Yeah, for now at least." You pick up your phone and text your sister, letting her know you two are stuck and if she could please call the roadside assistance. Pato sat quietly, not wanting to annoy you further; after all, you did suggest to wait until tomorrow.

"We're here for at least another 3 hours," you tell him, "she says they're gonna clear the roads and then come this way."

The man nods, staring out the window as you unbuckled, shifting in your seat to climb into the back. He looks at you, confused and you pat the spot next to you. "If we're gonna be stuck for 3 hours, we can at least be warm. Come cuddle."

He climbs over the seat, clinging to you the moment he gets into the backseat. While you were cold, you were used to this weather so it wasn't so bad but for Pato, it was as if you had shipped him off to Antarctica. He's shivering, trying to get as close to you as possible; he wonders if you'd let him get into your sweater with you.

You can't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend. He huffs, looking up at you. "What?"

"I told you not to come out today." You laughed and he rolled his eyes. "How rude? Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll move and let you freeze to death." You tell him and Pato smiles, sitting up a bit. "You won't."

It's your turn to roll your eyes now, moving away from your boyfriend towards the door. Pato ignores your theatrics and moves closer to you again, cuddling into your side. You don't move nor do you react, you simply ignore the man.

Pato holds back the urge to roll his eyes, his lips pressed to your jaw and moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. "C'mon mi amor, I'm sorry."

You ignore the man, not answering him. You'd move away again but if you move another further, you'd end up outside of the car.

He huffs, "fine, if you won't help me warm up, I'll warm myself up." His hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your sweats, shoving his hand down the front.

"Pato!" You laughed, grabbing his wrist. He smiles, "oh so that got your attention?"

"You mean you shoving your freezing hand down my pants? Yeah," you laughed but the man doesn't move his hand- at least not in the way you meant. His fingers rubbed over your panties, he can feel how warm you are, how wet you were.

"Something's got you worked up?" He asks and you ignore him question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try not to moan.

Pato's fingers worked slowly, pulling your panties to the side to rub on your clit and you let out a little whimper - by accident of course.

He figured there had to be a fast way to get you to forgive him. He moves his hand away and you give him a look, one he knows too well - why'd you do that. "I know," he tells you, "I'm sorry babe, one second." He pulls you by your hips to lay on the bed seat, your Uggs on the floor as he reaches for your sweats, pulling them off.

"How is this gonna make me warm?" You grumbled, an arm over your face.

"Shut up, will you?" He glances up to you, repositioning himself between your legs.

His hands rub over your thighs and despite his hands being freezing, it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. Eventually, his hand ends up right where it previously was - exactly where you wanted it.

You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface of your inner thigh. Your head falls back against the seat when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers tangled in his hair.

Pato glances up at you, his nose brushes against your clit and he doesn't miss the sound coming out of your mouth or the way your hips jut towards him.

"Pato," you whined, pulling on his hair when he stopped for a moment. He chuckles, "do you forgive me?" He asked, a hand running up the side of your thigh.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the man. "What?"

"Say you forgive me and I'll give you whatever you want, corazón."

"Fine," you huffed, "I forgive you." You tell him quickly, pulling him back to you. Pato laughs, his face buried between your legs once again.

Your thighs squeeze around his face; he'd die a happy man right there.

You can't wait any longer, you need him in every sense of the word. Pulling your boyfriend up, he kisses you when he meets your face and you can taste yourself on him, the two of you shuffling around a bit. Pato's sitting now, his own pants pulled down half over his thighs and you're on top of him, straddling him.

He lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your hands gripping on his shoulders as you set the pace.

He lets out a groan when you clench around him, his hands squeezing your bare thighs, red finger prints on your skin. Pato's face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Pato cheeks red from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.  

“You’re so good for me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. His lips find the base of your neck, he bites down softly before kissing up to your jaw.

Pato's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you bounced on his lap. The two of you are tangled together, not sure where one of you ends and the other starts. The windows are steamy, you're no longer freezing but instead, you were sweating.

"C'mon, just like that pretty girl," he edges you on, lifting his hips to meet you halfway.

“My pretty girl, so good for me.” He whispers into the silence.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek. Your boyfriend kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

He groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

The two of you clinging onto each other, his hands slip under the back of your sweater and you giggle, bucking forward on his lap which makes him groan.

"Don't do that," he tells you and you roll your eyes, "then don't tickle me!"

Pato laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. "Warm now?"

"Sweating," you huffed, smiling against his lips.

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[quaritchsbunny]

Tsu’tey as a Yandere - 2/2 (hc styled fic)

Link to part 1

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings/Tags: tsutey x f!Reader, human!reader, yandere behavior, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of mating as a tradition, traditional yandere kidnapping, Tsutey refers to the reader as mate, reader gets stranded for 0.2 seconds 

A/N: Agh I’ve been busy but here’s the second part! Hope you guys like ti as much as the first, thank you so much for reading <33

- previously: “You smile one last time, clicking a save to the photo of Tsutey before you go back to the lens to take a photo of the moss. Your second night in the cave was spent munching on puffed grain, huddled in the musky pine scented blanket as you dreamed of beaded neck covers and toned blue arms.”-

-Days passed by like this, with the basket always being dropped off when you were unaware. Fruits, puffed grains, seasoned vegetables, and fresh food was being offered to you in the sharp contrast to the frozen microwave meals you used to be issued with the RDA. You didn’t mind it at all. Your capturer would often write you small notes with clumsy English, because you had no pen, you couldn’t write back, but you often said your responses out loud knowing he could probably hear you anyways. 

-Over some time, you learned that his name was Tsutey, he was a part of the omaticaya clan and shouldered a lot of responsibility, somewhere in the back of your mind you briefly remember Dr.Augustine mentioning him during your training to be a ambitious kid, maybe that’s where he learned English. Slowly, you found comfort with him being the only person you were interacting with, you guys were both givers, people who scooped out the purest of their heart to give to others just to have it crushed in front of them, you guys both enjoyed the nature of pandora, the color red, and actions of service as a love language.    

-Oftentimes, you would leave your camera in the basket for him to take pictures of his life, you would get back snapshots of the navi clan, silly mishap photos where he clicked too early and caught only his arm and a blurry shot of a basket, and more hints of his body. You often teased him, joking that you wished the camera had a front lens so that you can see his face, though you knew he wasn’t ready for that. You tried to make things for him as a return for his hospitality and care, many sorry excuses of flower crowns were used from the material you can find off the forest floor, as well as a bark that you carved his name into with a small heart next to it using a sharp stone.

-Tsutey would slowly find smaller ways to embed you more into his life too, he took a sample of colorful hair beads to you one day and let you pick your favorite (of course, you picked red, like the color his heart that belonged solely to you now), the next day, that coral red irregular shaped bead was strewn all throughout his hair.  

-Visits became more and less guarded, oftentimes you could see the whisk of a blue tail as baskets were dropped off or a baritone deep, hearty laugh as you told him about your life as a human before he took you. You even slowly picked up on some navi for him, though you can hear the smile in his words as you experimentally taste the foreign words on your tongue

-Tsutey had rarely gone back to the tribe now except to sleep, many members were getting worried that the most talented warrior seemed to always be absent, leaving early morning and coming back at night, but eventually they had accepted that he deserved a much needed break and stopped trying to pester him

-Every day before Tsutey dropped off your basket of necessities, he would go scavenging in the forest for anything pretty to try to impress you with how much he can offer,  his mate deserved the cave to be filled with treasures after all. Countless times your basket would be loaded with riverstones that glowed in the dark, rare flowers, and pretty ferns. You took a picture of them all and kept your little collection of treasures near your sleeping corner of the cave and looked at them often whenever Tsutey wasn’t there to hear or watch you

Seeing how much you treasured and adorned his offerings, Tsutey decided to make the ultimate romantic proposal, a hand woven bracelet with beads he carved himself. The craft had taken Tsutey a long time, not staying as long as he usually would after dropping off baskets to return to the village and learn to weave the intricacy. It was woven with soft bark and infused with essential oils, embracing the red beads tsutey hand carved. After many days, you find the accessory layed elegantly in the basket flourishing of your favorite fruits. This was the final offering, if you accepted, Tsutey would officially stop hiding you in this circle in the forest and take you as his mate. 

You picked it up in wonder, “tsutey” you whisper, “did you make this”? You say, eyes wide as you slip the bracelet on without a second thought. The way you looked at the bracelet, Tsutey could only imagine what those eyes would feel like on him

Tsutey’s heart almost stops at how willingly you take his offering, and he hums, almost desperately in response. “Took me a while” he says, accented english brittle with emotion

“I love it” you smile, twirling the bracelet around happily. It was like an indirect touch, like his fingers that worked on the bracelet on your wrist. Tsutey was barely able to leave the top cave that night, staying up late to talk to you, when he finally got the words “mate” out, his heart was pumping at the speed of light, when he sees a gleeful smile and blush on your face as you nod, he knew right there that this is what he has been looking for, what all those years of giving returned him.

The night ended with a “oel ngati kameie'' as tsutey gleefully whisked back to his hut, he finally had a mate! He’s not alone any more, he has you. You’re his, all his. He finally has something to himself, almost for the first time in life. He never had to battle or prove to be worth your attention, you never asked more of him than he happily offered. His smile while staring at the light woven ceilings of his hut that night was unimaginable, soon, you would be here with him!

Sleep was difficult for the pair of mates, excited about their future with each other

You woke up early the next day, a bit restless after Tsutey’s proposal to be mates with you. Does that mean you finally get to see him? Will you be with his clan? How would it work between you two as a human and navi? Would his clan accept you?

Questions raced through your mind and you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had seen compassion and a piece of himself in you that one night, and maybe his method and approach was wrong, but falling for him and your past month with him has made you feel the most fulfilling source of calmness in contrast to the rushed yet mundane days in the lab

You waited excitedly for Tsutey to come, he promised he would reveal himself today and take you back to hometree, you played with the bracelet he gave you, fingers looping through the beads he carved himself.

It was a rainy day, and after missing Tsutey’s usual morning basket, you begin to grow a bit worried, he had never even showed up late once. Was he okay? Was he injured? Did he finally forget about you?

The wind blew through the cave and whisked away the white lab coat you had been laying out front, you had taken it off a while ago when nights became warmer. The coat landed a bit far out into the patch of forest, muttering a curse to yourself, you stepped out of the cave, the rain showering you immediately, as you trooped through the squleching mud to pick up your lab coat, stained from blowing straight into a wet puddle, nontheless, you reach down to pick it up, as you do, the bracelet Tsutey endearingly made blows right off your arm with the wind’s cruel angles and flown straight past the stone boulders. You yelp in panic, chasing after it with your soaked lab coat still in your arms.

Without thinking twice you slip out between the stone boulders Tsutey set, eyes manically looking for the coral red beaded accessory that was still being whipped away consistently by the wind, blowing fast and higher as you chased it through the muddled greens of the pandora forest until the loop caught on a tree

You stumble forward, tiptoeing to reach just enough to feel the bracelet and attempt to snatch it down, your abdomen hurted from the stretch and you huff, the bracelet barely budged, wiggling on the branch as if to tantalize you for your stupidity. You groan, jumping higher with no help from the wind that seemed to prevent all chances of you getting your beloved bracelet back. You try to climb the tree, but with your wet hands and soaked lab coat weighing you down it was no use

A low growl resembling the thunder that sounded in the sky however, noticed you that your bracelet was the least of your troubles now. You back up against the tree defensively, trying to discern the source and direction of the sound as you see a flash of a matte black mammal. Your eyes look desperately in the direction where you came from, but the cave and the circular stone boulders seem to be completely out of sight, you cling to the bark of your tree, short of breath as you pray that you can at least see tsutey one last time before becoming stranded again

Tsutey woke up late that day, oversleeping due to being so happy about becoming your mate. When he saw the time and the darkening sky, his heart dropped. His poor mate! All alone in the cave, she hasn’t even had breakfast yet and she was braving the storm out by herself! He hurriedly stuffed whatever edible foods he could find into the basket before he rushed off in the direction of the forest. But not before being stopped by one of the clan members

“Tsutey, we need you to lead a hunt today at eclipse, our hunting parties have been lost in strategy without you, you cannot keep neglecting this anymore” The male says sternly

Tsutey growled, frustrated and just wanting to get to his mate who could very much be in danger “Oh yes, now that you need me for hunt parties you can check up on me, what happened to asking or caring about me as anything other than this clans warrior” he says coldly, hoping to cut the conversation short

“Tsutey this tribe needs you, you’ve been neglecting your duties for a month, all you’ve been doing is filling up baskets and taking the clan’s fruit, we are really short on-” The male presses again but is cut off with a swift turn of tsuteys head, eyes in slits as he vocalized his frustration

“You know what I’m short on? How much I can keep giving until you guys can see that I’m a living, breathing navi and not a hunting machine or a ikran trainer. I’ve served this clan for my whole life and suddenly when it comes to me it only takes and takes, but when I take some fruits and grains it becomes outrageous.  if you need hunts, give me something other than your reliance and demand.” He articulates, the emotions he’s been compiling for years spilling out as the clan begins to circle around him.

“And for your information” Tsutey whips his head away from him, focusing on his path to your spot again as his grip around the basket tightens “I haven’t been neglecting, I’ve been doing what normal male navi do at this age which is finding a mate.”

Tsutey’s path to his spot seemed a lot longer in the rain that day, by the time he reached your cave, he didn’t care about revealing himself as he hurriedly rushed to the mouth, basket in hand as his eyes widened. Only the barren grey walls, and your collection of the treasures and trinkets he’s brought you, but you weren’t there. Your lab coat was gone too

Tsutey hurriedly chased after the footsteps you left in the mud, and when he saw that you stepped out of the boulder, his heart seized in rage. How dare you? After all he has done for you? Were you just a taker too? Was all the reassurance and time you gave him fake?

He shook his thoughts away, no, it couldn’t be, where would you go even if you did escape? And he knew you liked him, he smelled your pheromones last night while you guys talked. So where were you?

As the viperwolf approaches you, you swallow thickly, you knew it was carnivorous and you could only hope it didnt have any appetite for human blood as you closed your eyes, mud squelching underneath you as you took a deep breath, preparing it to be your last

You feel nothing but suddenly there's a splash of mud and a sudden grunt, before you hear the viperwolf far far away yelping, you open your eyes and see flashes of blue before you, angrily circling you as he approaches, keeping you pinned against the tree

“Tsutey?” you breath out nervously, he seemed angry and it definitely wasnt the way you wanted to see his reveal, but even with his furrowed eyes your heart softened as he approached you

“Are you insane? '' He breathed out heavily, voice almost breaking as toned arms pinned you agains the trunk of the tree. “What were you out here for! Could die!” He exclaimed, voice almost breaking as his thick english resounded through the forest, the rain water trailing down his arms

You tear up, your eyes burning as you try to explain the situation but your words fail you, you cover your face with your hands, humiliated at the situation

Tsutey’s tensed shoulders drop when he hears your tears, eyes widening when he sees your wrist, the bracelet gone. What did this mean? Did he scare you that much? Did you reject him? Did you-

His eyes follow your fingers as you point up silently while hiccuping, to the bracelet hung high on the branch, turning slightly in the wind. His chest sinks, he had misunderstood you horribly, you must’ve chased all the way out here because it got blown away during the storm.

Tsutey silently reaches his one arm up while gently snaking the other around your waist, pulling you into his torso as he retrieves the bracelet for you, gently clasping it around your wrist.

“Sorry” he says quietly, his voice sounding of bass as he holds your wet lab suit for you and gently cradles you in his arms. His body immediately relaxes when it feels yours, though much shorter and smaller, he almost melts into you, caressing your hair gently. “Lets go to home tree now, mate, sorry” he mutters again, leaning down to look in your eyes as he picks you up effortlessly and begins to walk back to the cave to collect his basket and the little belongings you had to transport

You sniffle and nod, all frustration evaporating when you feel yourself carried by him, you gulp nervously, taking in his face as you held eye contact with him the entire time back to the cave, as you two began to drift into warm conversation as blankets were folded and your trinklets were loaded into the familiar basket. You shyly trace your eyes over the angular, cat like face and tsutey felt your heart beat louder, his arms holding you slightly tighter as his heart jumped in glee.

-The walk back to hometree was quiet, but in a good way, in the way that you knew things would be alright. You played with the scrunchie on tsutey’s hand (well technically, your scrunche) as the rain slowly calmed down.

-When you had finally arrived at the base, you felt nervous. Navi were not extremely harmonious with humans at this time and you looked down as tsutey walked you proudly around the clan like it was a normal day. After taking you to eytucan, the leader, he sighed in defeat. Knowing that both his daughters were previously promised to Tsutey, and that Tsutey had his potential mate taken away both times, he felt bad if he couldn’t let Tsutey be happy at least once with who he wanted. The Tsahik examined you for a while before determining that eywa welcomed you to a place in a clan, and just like that, Tsutey strolled out of the hut, uncaring for any other clan member’s opinions, commentaries about your human form, or awkward gawking as he held you and led you straight to his hut

-Not many words are exchanged, and not many are needed, as long as Tsutey had you. For the first time that night, you two ate dinner together at the union, where you met the infamous avatar Jake Sully and enjoyed your fruits and grains to the fullest without a mysterious delivery from Tsutey. Tsutey admired you wordlessly as you peeled fruits and conversed with clan members in fluent navi (credit to him) like you were born to be a part of this, you had slipped into his life so perfectly, so seamlessly that he months of isolation at the cave seemed pointless. His tail flicks happily before wrapping around your waist, the smooth slide of your cotton lab coat (still wet from the rain and mud) reminding him to give you new navi clothes

-That night was the best night you two have slept in a long time, with the dirt and the grime from the rain properly washed from you (tsutey took you to your first ever river bath, it was revolutionary) and Tsuteys wide, pink, cat like nostrils breathing calmly against your scalp, relaxing as your phermones filled his nose as his palms smoothed over your body, snoozing away peacefully with the feeling of your tiny body swathed by his

-Soon, you became an irreplaceable constant in Tsutey’s life as he faded back into his usual role, training young navi, hunting, and being a warrior but with new motivation not only to protect the home he had but for you. And knowing he’d come back to his warm, home-like hut with your belongings scuttered along with his bows and arrows, and that you’d never ask or demand more of him, that as soon as the eclipse sets into the night everyday all you would give him is your love, his rage and constant giving was finally reciprocated

-He would take you on ikran rides, making sure to share his world with you as much as you gave him your love, the deep rumbles of his chest against your back as he held you tight and soared through the pandora skies as you tell him about your daily experiences in the clan

-New beaded navi clothes would be adorned on you, though he still loved the way you looked in a lab coat, the signature coral bead of tsutey’s choosing against your bare hips had a addicting effect on tsutey

-Tsutey would be so proud the day he officially mated with you, with eywa as witness in front of the tree of souls, although tsaheylu couldn’t be formed, that night as you both stood under the holy tree the love and sense of belonging to eachohter had never been stronger

-Tsutey who would have a hard time (even harder after you guys became mated) watching how lovable and admirable you are, easily earning hearts, friendships, and disgustingly clingy eyes of other members of the tribe. Tsutey who would constantly have a tail around your waist and leave scatters of love bites across the exposed skin your navi adornments allowed, the red blooms reminding the clan of who the cute human belonged to

-Tsutey who would fight every last RDA soldier, plunging the knife deep into their sorry flesh, for they were the ones who kept you away for so long, until you stumbled into his arms like a present from the earth, and now they were here trying to take more of what he loved, his home.

-Tsutey who doesn’t care if he comes back to your shared hut bathed in blood because he knew you’d understand, he was only protecting you from the many evils of the world who wanted to take you for the unlimited love you had to give, and they were extremely undeserving. Deep down, even Tsutey felt undeserving, but he would never tell you that.

-Tsutey who still brings back little trinkets, fresh flowers, and anything pretty he stumbles upon during his time out, holding it behind his back and when you approach him with a long desired hug after he’s been out, Tsutey who will always think of you as his treasure.

-Tsutey who knew that every bit that he gave will always be returned in some way, every time he protected and isolated you from the undeserving greed of others for your own good was returned with your love, every time he glared at the clan members who stared at you for seconds too long menancingly on a hunt would be returned with that same member’s own scorn around you the next time, arms burning from Tsutey’s lesson to them

- Tsutey who now learned that he didn’t have to scour every bit out of himself to prove that he was worthy of something or to convince someone to say, who learned that what belonged to him will always find its way, just like you did all those nights ago when you stumbled into his heart with your doting of the direhourse. Knowing that your love would stay without asking for anything from him in return.

[oreoov]

HIHII POOKIE!! IM INLOVE W YOUR WRITING SO I RLLY WANNA REQ!

Imagine like you were shipping bestfriend!kazuha/xiao (pick whichever!) with someone else, but he likes you and gets abit frustrated when he keeps giving you hints but their so subtle you don't notice em?

FEEL FREE TO PICK HOW YOU WANNA END IT, MWAH!!

☆ ─ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄? 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 .. .ᐟ

bestfriend!xiao x gn!reader / angst (?) & fluff / modern au <3

note ; bye i screamed when i saw this BUT OFFCCCC, i was gonna do kazuha because likes hes just so hdidjdisidi but i haven't done xiao in a while so YEAHHH, BTW ILYY TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33

synopsis ; xiao kept giving you subtle hints that he likes you ... but you never seemed to noticed them, and even started shipping him with someone else ..?

the bell finally rang after what felt like hours on end ... you and xiao were making your way to the cafeteria together, right before some girl bumped into xiao as she was in a hurry.

the sudden crash had caused her to drop all her books, and like what any person would do, xiao helped pick them up and returned it to who it belonged to. he even gave her a subtle smile as she thanked him before leaving.

"oooohh!! was that a smile i saw? hmm?" you teased him as you both resumed your walk to the cafeteria.

xiao gave you a confused look as he didn't understand why it was a big deal to you. "you're the one who told me to smile more ..?"

"okay well─ umm─ thats different!! you dont usually smile at people ... or .. YOU LIKE HER? is that it?!" you were literally onto nothing ...

from a confused look, he turned into a 'wtf?' look ... "what? i smile a lot more with you anyways ..." xiao mumbled the last part as he thought it was quite embarassing to say, he just hoped you would catch on already.

but you completely ignored what he said and started feeding your delusions to him again!

"its okay to admit that you were kinda into her xiao, you guys made eye contact for like 0.2 seconds ... like, dude she literally wants you so bad .."

"???"

"it's okay xiao we know you're new to all this."

"no i dont like her─"

"shhh ... i dont wanna hear it!"

but he likes you, not some random girl he crashed into, and might've thought that you would already notice .. maybe he needs to make it more obvious?

the next day as you were both passing the lockers in the hallway, you couldn't help but notice the girl that crashed into xiao yesterday.

"omg, thats the girl from yesterday!! you should totally talk to her right now, this is literally your chance!" you said as you nudge xiaos elbow.

but he didn't want to. he wasn't interested at her at all, especially when there's someone way better right beside him after all.

"how many times do i have to tell you? im not interested in her whatsoever." xiao groaned as you kept insisting to.

"but why notttt? you guys would look cute together .. plus shes super pretty too ..."

"no, even you look better than that?" xiao looked at you, just for him to turn away again as his gaze meets yours. you're the prettiest one in his eyes and no one else! was it that hard for you to understand?

xiao was laced with frustration as you kept babbling nonsense about xiao and that oh, so, pretty girl and how cute they would be together.

you probably didn't even seem to notice that he basically just called you pretty ...

he was on the verge of confessing to you right then and there. but at the same time, he couldn't. what if you didn't feel the same way? what if you were just purposely ignoring the hints he gave you as a sign of rejection? he would never know.

meanwhile, you noticed that xiao has gone quite. has he grown upset? "heyy .. alright im sorry! i didn't know you'd get that upset ... ill stop now i promise!" you mumbled with a pile full of guilt.

"if i were really to be with her, how would you feel?" xiao unexpectedly blurted out, he was even surprised at his own words. but still, he wanted to know.

"uhh .. wha- what do you mean?" you were bewildered by the sudden question. it was unsual for xiao to ask such things, especially with his cold demeanor.

"if i were to be with her, wouldn't that mean most of my time with you would be taken away?"

the thought of that had never came across your head. it actually doesn't feel right anymore. in simple words, the thought of another girl taking xiao away from you? hell no ...

there was an awkward silence between the two of you before you finally spoke up. "i dont know ..."

xiao sighed as he set his eyes on you. "good, cause i don't know what I'll do if you were with someone else either." xiao mumbled out quitely, barely even audible.

but you heard it. you heard all of it, is he trying to say that he ...

"huh?"

xiao huffed as he still needed to explain it to your slow brain. "archons, how oblivious are you? i like you. was that not clear from the start?"

you didn't know why, but you felt like you had to chuckled a bit at his frustration. "okayy, okay im sorry!! okay but i swear i noticed a bit but i wasn't sure alright??"

"and yet you were so sure that i liked that other girl when i don't even know her name .."

"IM SORRY!!! but i guess i like you too by the way ... hehe .."

even that was enough to leave xiao completely flustered.

extra notes : HELP THE ENDING WAS KINDA SCUFFED IM SO BAD AT WRITING CONFESSION STUFF SORRY LMAOO also this was not meant to be that sad 😭

─ masterlist.

[sunlightmurdock]

The Parent Trap | 0.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader au

♡ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Masterlist

♡ In which, after a couple of years of listening to Peyton and Parker Bradshaw complain about their parents’ custody agreement, Grandpa Mav’s meddling goes a little bit too far.

♡ warnings: mentions of divorce throughout the fic, flashbacks to arguments and unhappily married people. Idiots who still love each other and don’t know it, struggles during breastfeeding, Jake Seresin cameo, flashback indicated by italics

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“She’s seeing someone? — You’re kidding!”

Penny looks up from the bar, eyebrows scrunching slightly as she stares across the otherwise empty room at her husband and his two adopted grandchildren. Sitting opposite the two young girls in a booth, the three of them turn their heads and realize that they’re been overheard, then quietly resume their gossiping.

Maverick has this idea in his head that Rooster isn’t happy being alone. He probably isn’t, most people aren’t — but Penny has told him time and time again not to meddle. Rooster’s kind of a hot head about his personal life and this can only end badly.

Anyone that has come across Pete Mitchell, though, will be able to tell you that trying to get a bad idea out of his head is like drawing blood from a stone. There’s no level of intervention that can stop whatever he’s up to. Besides, it is a little bit cute watching the three of them plotting away together.

The door startles Penny as she’s cleaning residue from the beer taps. It’s only eight in the morning, they aren’t open yet and that door is supposed to be locked. Mav left it open. Jake Seresin strolls in the same way he always does, sunglasses on, lips quirked. Like he owns the place.

“Penny.” He greets with a nod.

“Little bit early for me to be seeing you, isn’t it?” She replies with a soft smile, setting her cloth down and leaning her palms forwards on her side of the bar. Jake takes off his sunglasses and tucks them into the front pocket of his khakis.

“My blushing bride seems to think she left something here last night.” Jake answers without a hint of shame, lips quirked at the sides, knowing Penny knows exactly what he’s talking about.

“Ah. Yeah, I was wondering if she would be wanting it back.” Penny answers, her cheeks running hot even though she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Jake’s wedding is to a local girl that Penny has known for years, Quinn even worked her for a couple of summers while she was in college. Last night, Quinn’s bachelorette party began here.

Penny crouches down and slides the lost and found box out from under the counter. She presents Jake with a plastic bag. His brows scrunch slightly. Quinn only sent him here for a phone. Glancing between Penny and this mysterious plastic bag, he opens it gingerly. She watches as his grin grows slightly.

Sure, there’s his fiancées phone. But there’s also a cute little gimmicky thong that was a gift from one of her friends that proudly proclaims ‘Property of Captain Jake Seresin’ on it. There are a few other things too, but it’s the thong that really catches Jake’s eye. He chuckles and closes the bag again.

“Thanks for saving these for me, angel. I’ll make sure that they get back to Quinn safely.” He winks one of his green eyes at her and pats a hand over the top of the bag.

Penny breathes out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. In her almost fifteen years of knowing Jake, he hasn’t changed a bit. “I’m sure you will.”

The sound of hushed whispering draws Jake’s attention away from their conversation, his head turning towards the booth in the corner. He leaves the bag on the bar, wandering over, “Bradshaw’s!”

They turn their heads in unison, two freckled faces staring up at the man who taught them exactly how fun water balloons can be, smiles crossing their faces. “Hey, Jake.”

“What are you two troublemakers doing here? — Shouldn’t you be in school?” He checks the heavy, black IWC watch on his wrist and frowns slightly at the two of them.

“We got suspended.” Parker answers calmly, still undecided in whether or not she should feel guilty about the situation. It’s hard to feel guilty when she gets to spend an entire week hanging out with Grandpa Mav instead of learning fractions.

“No way,” Jake smiles at the idea, leaning forwards and resting his palms on the table on the booth. He has always said that the two of them take after their mother and this just proves it. You always had a knack for finding mischief. “What’d you do?”

“We swapped places so that I could beat someone up for her.” Peyton explains. Jake grins. He and Rooster might have had their differences, but Jake has always adored these little terrors. He turns his head towards Mav, raising his eyebrows and then looking back to the girls.

“You look like you’re up to no good right now.” Jake decides, folding his arms over his broad chest. The twins glance at Maverick and Jake knows that he’s right. He slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, opening it up. He drops two five dollar bills in front of each of the girls, “Well, do me a favour and give your old man a little hell.”

“Thanks, Jake.” Parker grins up at him. Like butter wouldn’t melt with her little pigtails and their matching denim overalls. Jake smiles and gives them a curt nod as he steps back.

Jake chuckles to himself as he waves goodbye to Penny and takes his fiancée’s belongings back to his car.

“What did Bradley say when she told him?” Maverick presses.

“He was fine with it!” Peyton bangs her fists on the table, startling her sister and getting a sharp look from Penny. She sighs and folds her arms over her chest. “He’s going to meet this weirdo tomorrow!”

Maverick hums, resting his hand over his face. Admittedly, he hadn’t been expecting a third party and this derails some of the plans he had made with the kids. But, it doesn’t kill the plan completely.

He sits forwards and rests his hands on the table as they lean in closer to hear him. “Okay, so here’s what you do, and this is important, so listen.”

The next afternoon, Bradley finds himself more anxious than usual for the evening. It’s a big deal. Meeting someone who could be a big part of his childrens’ lives. Bradley glances around his room at the two of them, wondering for a moment what they would think if they knew.

Only, they do know, and they’re two steps ahead of him already.

“How come you’re watching me get ready? — You two never care what I wear.” Rooster squints at them through the mirror as he tries to tame his short curls with a small amount of styling wax. Parker picks up the pot and inspects it. Barber Barber beachcomber sea-salt infused styling paste. She lifts it and inhales. It smells good, at least.

Peyton searches through his closet, looking through shirt after shirt as she tries to find one that’s good enough.

“Are you going on a date?” Parker asks. He glances down at her as he grabs the deodorant from his dresser and sprays it under his arms.

“No, just going out with some friends.” He replies calmly. Telling white lies to your kids is just part of being a parent.

“Which friends?” Peyton prompts.

Rooster gives her a quick look from the corner of his eye and smooths a hand over his mustache, eyeing himself in the mirror. There’s more scrutiny in the way he looks at himself now than there used to be. It isn’t that he has let himself go, it’s just that he’s not as young as he used to be. Stronger now, a little less lean than he was back then.

“We don’t have to tell each other everything, you know.”

“I’m gonna remember that when you’re asking me who I’m going on a date with in a couple of years.” Parker replies.

“Watch it.” Rooster warns, instantly frowning at her. She smiles sweetly back up at him. She looks so much like you when she does that. There’s affection in the way he rolls his eyes and grabs his belt from his dresser. “You found a shirt for me yet, honeybee?”

Peyton hums in consideration and steps up onto the base of the wardrobe, extending onto her tiptoes to pull a hanger down from the rack. She turns and sets it on the bed, “Try this one.”

Rooster scrunches up his nose slightly, eyeing the coal coloured button up that his daughter just laid out in front of him. “Kinda boring, don’t you think?”

“It’s grown up.” She protests, hopping up onto the foot of his bed and staring him down, “Try it.”

It’s probably not the smartest move to take advice on what’s grown up and what isn’t from a seven year old, but Bradley relents. It’s a grey linen short sleeve. He slips it over his shoulders and buttons it up. Peyton frowns at her father’s reflection as Parker shakes her head in disapproval

Something about it isn’t clicking. It hugs him too tightly in the wrong places, it sits weird on his arms. He sighs softly. There’s no way he’s wearing this to see you.

“Guys?” The chirpy voice carries through the condo as the front door swings shut downstairs. Amber. Parker glances across at her sister as Bradley calls back that they’re upstairs.

Amber is the twenty year old college student that lives next door. She trails her manicured fingers along the wall as she strolls along the carpeted hallway, already barefoot by the time that she stops to lean up against Bradley’s doorframe. She’s super friendly and she has been so helpful since she got back from college for the summer. She adores the twins and will babysit whenever Bradley asks.

“Hey, Amber — does this look dumb?” Bradley asks, furrowing his brows as he half turns towards her, still eyeing up the awkward fit of the shirt through the mirror. She smiles, her plump, glossed lips quirking at the edges as she looks him up and down.

“Like that? — Um…” She presses her hand over her mouth like she’s about to laugh. Rooster scoffs and shakes his head as he starts to unbutton the shirt.

“Enough said. Pick something else, my little Honeybee.” He chuckles. Amber’s green eyes trail as his fingers work open the buttons on the shirt, revealing more and more tanned skin. Peyton moves to jump down.

“Wait, wait…” Crossing past Parker, she steps in front of her boss and looks him over once more. “We can fix this. Do you have tank tops?”

Parker moves to sit beside her sister on the bed. Faces stormy and their eyes crossed, they watch as this borderline teenager plays dress up with their daddy.

First she gives him a tank top, and then she recommends that he changes his pants. She fiddles through his jewelry while he changes. He steps out of his en-suite with the grey short sleeve unbuttoned and black dress pants that hug his hips perfectly.

“How do I look?”

Her hands reach out and curl into the unbuttoned sides of the shirt, holding onto the fabric as she looks him over. The smile on her lips is unmistakably sly as she nods her head at him, “Amazing. Right, girls?”

Met with immediate silence and stoney faces, Amber’s confidence wavers. Peyton folds her arms over her chest while Parker squints at her side.

“Alright, well I’ve gotta get going. There’s money in the kitchen for pizza, bed by nine at the latest. I’ll be back before eleven. Have fun, kids!”

Amber winces at herself being included in that. Even wearing her Mom’s perfume and the shortest skirt she owns, he’s still calling her kid. She doesn’t realise that Bradley’s aloofness doesn’t run in the family.

The knowing look in the girls’ eyes as their babysitter checks out of the window and watches their dad drive away. The trouble they’re already planning to ensure that she won’t be invited back.

“Babe?” Slamming the car door shut, Bradley damn near forgets to lock it as he bundles the plastic bag under his arm. He rushes forwards, crossing the browning lawn at the front of the condominium and fumbling for his house key. No time for lack of precision, he slips the key into the lock and twists. Even before the door opens, the screaming fills his ears. Hell, he could hear it before he had even turned the car radio off.

“Baby?” The powder-blue painted door swings open wide, chipping paint from the hallway wall that’ll count as a two hundred dollar reduction in the return of your rental deposit later on. He kicks it shut behind him and carries on through the small apartment, already knowing exactly where you are. There are technically only four rooms to pick from.

The kitchen and living room are all in one space. Small bathroom. Two bedrooms. The screaming tells him exactly which room you’re in. Rounding the corner into the nursery, his heart breaks in two. You’re sitting on the floor with your back to Parker’s crib, your head in your hands. He hadn’t heard you sobbing until right now.

“Baby,” He breathes out, legs carrying him forwards as he moves to sit next to you. Parker’s cradled in against your chest, wailing as loudly as her little lungs will let her. Behind you, Peyton’s screaming just as loud in her crib. “It’s okay, give me the baby.”

Up close, he can finally see the way that you’re trembling. No, not even trembling. Shaking. Your lips, your arms, your legs. Unable to hold still as your body wracks with sobs and your smaller baby flails in your arms. Faintly, you can hear your husband saying your name.

“Give me the baby, it’s okay.” Bradley says softly.

Your lip quivers as you cradle her closer to your chest, silent tears burning your cheeks as they stream freely. Your voice breaks, barely audible over the newborn screeches that fill your small apartment. “I called you over an hour ago.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” His adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he sits forwards, shuffling closer to you. He presses his lips to your temple, “I got here as quick as I could. Let me take her.”

You hold her closer, a silent sob wracking through you, feeling her tiny heart racing against your skin with how worked up she has gotten. Tears stream down your face without a break, living your skin wet and salty. “I can’t — s-she still won’t— I’ve been trying—“

“I know, I know, it’s alright,” He smooths a hand gently over the wispy curls on Parker’s head, fluffy and already thinning from the amount that she had been born with. He kisses your shoulder softly. “I got the formula.”

Parker was born smaller than her sister. It’s natural with twins, there’s almost always a smaller one. But, it’s been three weeks. Peyton latches without issue and her weight has been progressing normally. Three weeks old and yesterday’s doctors appointment confirmed that she’s still underweight.

Your mother managed to breastfeed four kids successfully. Four different pregnancies, four different times in her life — and you can’t manage just the two of them. She has been telling you since you found out that you were pregnant that your body would know what to do, that it would all be okay and it isn’t.

“C’mon, mama. Let’s get her fed,” Bradley hums softly as he reaches out for her. “Just need her to stop crying first. Right? — We’ll figure out what comes next after that.”

He kisses the top of your head as you relax your arms enough for him to take the newborn.

“That’s it. Alright, I’m gonna go and make her a bottle. Can you bring Peyton? — Doc says they should eat on the same schedule.” He pushes himself up with one hand and cradles your daughter with the other.

“I fucking fed Peyton already!”

It’s snappier than you mean for it to be. Your chest heaves after you speak, throat sore already from all of the crying. Bradley nods his head, “Perfect. That’s great — she’s probably just crying because loud mouth here’s keeping her up. She’ll calm down. I’m gonna be right back, baby. Two minutes.”

He scoops up the plastic back on the floor and wanders off towards the kitchen. Over the sound of the other twin screaming, you can hear him faintly shushing your daughter.

“Not even a month old yet,” Bradley hums, pressing his lips to his daughter’s forehead, then her nose. “Already being a little trouble-maker. We’ve got our work cut out with you, huh, kid?”

He sways softly, taking care to support her tiny head, leaning back to keep her balanced against his shoulder as he shifts her into one arm so that he can pour the boiled water. Humming softly, he doesn’t even realize that the crying in the other room has stopped until the bottle is ready and Parker’s screeching is replaced with the contented hums.

“Atta girl,” Rooster murmurs, his infant daughter rested safely along his forearm, leaned back against the kitchen counter and her bottle lifted in his other hand whilst she guzzles the formula back. “Gonna just as big as your sister one day, aren’t you?”

A soft whimper breaks his attention from the baby. He looks up and finds you standing in the doorway to the hall. This isn’t how motherhood looked when you had pictured it.

You, barely able to get one baby off to sleep, standing in yesterday’s pyjamas at four in the afternoon, watching your husband take care of the baby after he has been at work all day. You stare at him, still in his work khakis, making it look so natural.

Standing before him in one of his stretched out old hoodies and a pair of boxers that you bought for yourself in your final trimester. Skin blotchy and your eyes swollen with tears, you turn your face away from him towards the ground.

“Hi, beautiful,” Rooster smiles at you. After most of her two ounce bottle is finished, Parker stops drinking and Bradley sets the bottle down on the counter. His face soft, head tilted, those big brown eyes tugging at your heart strings. “Tough day?”

A sob catches in your throat as you stumble forwards and press yourself into his side. Parker tucked up against his other shoulder as he pats her back gently, he’s quick to wrap his other arm around you. He’s going to have to grow a third with him being outnumbered like this.

“I keep trying and she just won’t — or she can’t — or I’m doing something — a-and my Mom says that—“ Babbling on, dampening the shoulder of his uniform. Bradley simply rests his cheek against your hair and smiles to himself.

“Baby,” It’s enough to make you quiet for a minute. His hand patting Parker’s back softly, the gravel of his voice vibrating through his chest as your head lays against his shoulder. “Your Mom once asked me if the movie Avatar was based on a true story. She gets it wrong sometimes.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the analogy he chose, hugging yourself closer to his side, resting your hand against Parker’s back over the top of his.

“Formula or breastfeeding — whatever stops her from screaming the house down like that is a win in my book. How about yours?” Bradley asks, rubbing his free hand up and down along the base of your spine. You nod softly against his chest. He pulls back and lays Parker down along the length of his forearm again, her head resting against your stomach.

“I just want to do it all right. They’re so perfect, and I just… I want to be perfect for them too, like you are.”

“Me? — Perfect?” Bradley lifts his head and grins at you. He unhooks his arm from around your waist and presses the back of his palm to your forehead. “All these kids are making you loopy, baby.”

You lean down and kiss her forehead softly, then settle back in against Bradley’s side. “I’m so worried about her already. Do you think we ever stop feeling like this?”

Bradley shakes his head softly as he strokes his index finger along her rounded cheek, and over her chin. “Nah. Kids are designed to stress their parents out, it’s like their sole purpose.”

Lips quirking softly at the sides, you glance up at him and know that he’s probably right. Doing it with him made it all seem okay, though. Being stressed out with him at your side didn’t seem so tough.

Now, staring at him across the restaurant, it suddenly occurs to you to wonder when all of that changed. When had doing it alone become a safer option than having him with you? — Those last few months all seem so blurry now.

The memories might be fuzzy but the feelings aren’t. They’re heavy and they’ve sat with you for the past two years. You might not remember exactly why you let him go, but the pain is enough to know that you wouldn’t like to feel that way again.

“Rooster!”

Chris and Bradley’s heads turn at the same time. Bradley nods in acknowledgement as his autopilot directs him to do. Then, he steps past the hostess and points to the two of you. He takes in what’s in front of him as he walks over.

This new guy isn’t ugly, which is more irritating than Bradley was expecting it to be. He looks him up and down. Loose fitting jeans and a flannel shirt buttoned up. Brown hair that really isn’t styled all that differently from Bradley’s. But, thanks to Amber, Bradley is dressed significantly better.

The pants fit him perfectly and the charcoal shirt just makes his skin look even more golden than it usually is. You squint softly and wonder who the fuck dressed him — because the man that you married doesn’t dress like that.

Maybe the man that you divorced does. It’s been a long time since you saw Bradley for something other than drop offs or pick ups.

“Hey.”

“Roo— Bradley,” It seems more grown up, more formal. A more appropriate way to refer to your ex husband. “This is Chris. Chris, this is Bradley.”

“Heard a lot about you.” Chris smiles, cheeks dimpling as he sticks his hand out. You watch as Bradley takes his hand and shakes it casually. Weird — it’s weird.

“You’re still a man of mystery to me,” Bradley admits playfully, shooting you a quick look and noticing that you’re eyeing his outfit. Letting the babysitter pick what he was wearing was a good choice. “Luckily, I’m good at asking questions.”

Small talk, small talk. Your ex-husband and your boyfriend are hitting it off like a house on fire and you’re just standing idly between them, wondering why this doesn’t please you as much as it should.

The nerves that have been bothering you all weekend don’t settle down even when they’re laughing and jibing each other about football teams and golf. You didn’t even know that Bradley played golf.

You’re shown to your table and you accidentally pick the seat between them. Chris sits back in his seat with one hand on your knee and the other curled around his beer as he teases Bradley about a football game from three years ago that their teams played against each other.

As much as he’s enjoying the conversation, Bradley’s eyes keep wandering back to that guy’s hand on your knee. His foot taps impatiently against the floor, fighting to keep his focus on the conversation.

Finally, focus shifts to something a little more engaging for you when Bradley asks you how the two of you met. He sits back on his chair and watches the two of you finish each other’s sentences.

“Well, Chris’ workshop is right down the street from my store, and y’know, I have consultations all the time and weddings are stressful so I like to keep my appointments chill and quiet, but then he was always—“

“Y’know, building something. Hammering, sawing, whatever. And there are a couple of times actually, where she came flying through the door of my shop telling me what’s what and —“

His thumb swipes through the condensation on his beer, staring at you. Your face is turned away from him, looking at Chris with this dopey, lovesick look on your face. Bradley wonders if you’ve told him that you love him yet.

It’s a cute story. The way that you’re beaming across the table at this guy doesn’t make Bradley happy, but he knows that it should. By the time you’re finished eating, he has searched high and low for some kind of major character flaw on this guy and had come up with nothing.

Short, brown hair. Stubble covering his jaw, kind of a squinty cowboy look to contrast the sharp blue of his eyes, not short. Handsome, sure. And he’s great with kids.

Bradley damn near picks up his dessert spoon and turns it into a weapon — either for use on himself or your new boyfriend, he isn’t sure, when he listens to Chris’ stories from his work with inner city kids.

Thankfully, right as they’re getting into the nitty gritty of Chris’ charitable personality, Bradley’s phone cuts through the silence. You grin across the table at Chris, squeezing his large palm in yours and pretending that this doesn’t make you as uncomfortable as it does.

“Whoa — kid, slow down. What?” Bradley plugs a finger into his other ear, brows furrowing as he tries to decipher the incoherent babbling on the other end of the phone.

“I looked everywhere, and I’ve been calling them for like fifteen minutes! I don’t know if they’re hiding or they ran away but I’m freaking out right now, please don’t be mad at me — should I call the cops?”

Rooster pushes his chair out and stands up from the table. “Jesus Christ, no. Don’t call the cops, I’m on my way. Did you check the crawl space in my room?”

“Cops? — Rooster, what the fuck?” You frown at him from across the table. Rooster sighs and presses his finger into his ear drum to understand the shrieking girl on the line.

“There’s a crawl space in your room?”

“Just, hang tight. I’m gonna be ten minutes. Tell them I’m on my way and they’ll probably turn up.” He hangs up and shoves his phone into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and tugging it open. “I’m really sorry, I’ve gotta run. It was great meeting you Chris, you seem really cool, but, uh—“

“Rooster, did you let somebody lose our kids?”

“No! I left them with a very responsible babysitter, actually, and I’m pretty sure that they’re just messing with her.”

“Oh, well that’s good. You’re pretty sure.” You sigh, shaking your head at him as you set your glass down. “I’ll be sure to mention that when I issue the amber alert.”

Chris slips his hand into yours and squeezes softly as Bradley tosses his card down onto the table.

“Whatever. I’ll text you.” He slips his wallet back into his pants and turns, leaving your mouth gaping.

“Are you kidding — our kids might be missing, we’re obviously coming. Right?” You shoot a look across at Chris as it occurs to you that this is probably extremely overwhelming for him. He gives you a calm smile and nods his head at you.

…

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“Yeah. I’ll get the car if you settle up in here, we’ll meet Rooster back at his place.”

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Friendly lab- unlock ()- Review (and walkthrough)

Friendly lab was one of the bl games I was looking forward the most since announcement, not only because I like the art-style but also because it’s by Tennenouji and I love Tennenouji. It was first release for mobile and now finally for PC too, unlike the mobile version the PC version is R18+ I only played the PC version because I don’t like mobile games, so everything that’s mobile only content only, won’t be discussed here.

The first part of the review will be spoiler-free and will include a walkthrough (kinda) and general help, as well as an explanation of the game since it’s rather complex. The second part will be me pretty much explaining everything that happened in the ending and how I feel about it. So let’s start~

This is as R18+ as it gets

Story and gameplay.

The gameplay is very simple to explain, you are doing “friendly” experiences on the 2 subject Nishi (left) and Higashi (right). Both wake up together in an empty room and don’t have any memory who they are and how they got here, all they know they are stuck together in a room and someone (in this case you) are performing experiences on them. As you continue to play the two test subjects will remember more and more about their life. As you proceed you will find more and more keywords to their past. The goal here is to collect them all and unlock their memories in the span of 10 day. They are always in that room, the game’s text is only the dialogue of these two characters, there is no BMG since some of the experiments have music in them and there is also no voice acting (so you don’t hear them speak). Which sound maybe boring for some people, but I thought it was really interesting to play, partly because both characters are really well written and developed and you just enjoy spending time with them and learning about their past. The closer you get to the end of the 10 days the more intense the story gets and the more on edge you are, wondering what will happen next. The game goes from light-hearted and fun to dark and heavy in the span of the 10 days. Even if the experiences are considered “friendly” it doesn’t mean that their memories are too. There is some heavy stuff in the game which some may find disturbing and hard to swallow. So general warning here. I played all 10 day glued to my seat and ended it with pain in my heart, it hurts a lot but it was really good written.

Characters

For once I would like to mention that their names are translated in the English version, so Nishi is “West” and Higashi “East”, I’m not sure why they did it, sure that what their name means in Japanese, but I don’t see a reason to translate it. Since I played the Japanese version, I will use their Japanese names.

Nishi

Nishi always talks in polite Japanese, he looks kinda shady (according to the creator, which is true lol) but he is very kind, especially to Higashi. And from the very beginning it’s very obvious how deeply in love Nishi is with Higashi, he always comments how great Higashi is and how he loves to see Higashi make x face (basically every facial expression of Higashi) the more you play the more horny his comments get (lol). Despite being extremely horny for Higashi he has full control of himself and doesn’t do anything Higashi doesn’t want, he cherishes Higashi a lot and would always help him and even gives him his food, just to see him happy. He is very smart and loves to tell Higashi all kinds of random facts. Nishi is always smiling, and his sprite is always looking to the side so it looks like he is smiling at Higashi (hehe so cute). Normally I’m not into the polite type, but I love Nishi a lot, he is just so funny and cute and loves Higashi so much.

Higashi

Don’t get deceived by his cute face, he has a body builder body and would probably crush you in 0.2 seconds, but despite that Higashi is really cute, he has a somewhat childish attitude and loves aliens, he loves to play games and he draws if he feels like it (you can get him to draw pictures for you). Higashi doesn’t understand Nishi’s obvious flirting, he understands what Nishi is saying but he always thinks that since they are both boys it can’t be that Nishi is meaning it in such a way, but he enjoys being with Nishi and doing things with him. It's very obvious that he has some kind of trauma from his past and he often panics if he sees certain things, with Nishi always being there to comfort him. I love Higashi as much as Nishi, he is adorable and has a very cute happy smile, his past is very tragic and it hurt seeing him suffer so much, so I want him and Nishi just to be happy together.

Art & Music

As said before there is no music lol, but there is an opening which I really like.

The Cgs are drawn by queen Yura and are rather dark and lack colour, they have a very depressive vibe similar to some of the one in luckydog1+ bad egg, which I really really like. They fit the dark atmosphere of the game very well. There are some really cute CGs for Higashi and Nishi, but also a lot of disturbing CGs that are even hard to look at. Yura really did a fantastic job as always.

Short conclusion

Yes, the game is great, yes please play it and suffer with me. But if you can’t stand dark, heavy themes and see gore then I don’t recommend it, this is NOT a game for anyone who just wants to see some fluffy BL moments and cute romance, and also NOT a game for people who just want to see sex. There are, of course H-scenes in the game but, I can’t really say if watching them would make you happy. But if you’re fine with going through pain and suffer then I fully recommend it. 👍

Walkthrough and Gameplay explanation

(Short disclaimer, I don’t know how these things will be called in the English version, I just choose what I think fits best)

So, the main game is basically to find all the keywords in time before the 10 days are over. To unlock them you have to fill them out, like this

You have to do experiment to find hints for the keywords. You can find keywords in the experiences that don’t have this symbol:

You can select what experiments you want to do from these possibilities:

From left to right: Spying, Meal, Special things, Incidents, Amusement, water thingy (will be unlocked if you ask questions), question, pictures (bath and sleep) are not important The most important part are Spying - Amusement and the pictures tab You have to choose Spying basically every second time. While you can get hints in the experiments only the spying option will unlock the keywords.  You don’t have to do all that the game offers you on the day but around 80% of the Spying part since you can’t watch them on the next day like with the experiments.

Important is also for Higashi to draw you pictures to unlock certain ends.

Another things which is important to get some cute Cgs between Higashi and Nishi is the “intimacy %”

Fill it up to 100% before the day is over and you get some nice CGs (The day starts at 7:30 and ends at midnight when its bed time, at 6 p.m, it’s bath time until 6:30)

You also have the option to ask them question, this is more important for other ends than for the main endings. They sometimes will request things, if you fulfill their request in time, you can choice if you want some “happy gas” or “café au lait”. Give them several of one of these things and see what will happen. (You can only give them “happy gas” while they sleep, the café au lait is the “special things” tab at the very bottom)

There is also this water thing you have to fill to see “birth” fill it out if you have time and see what happens.

I recommend you to do reach one end no matter which, because the game will unlock a hint mode once you reach an end that can be used to get all ending in the game once you unlock hint mode for end 3 and finish it you can unlock hint mode for end 5, both helpful to complete the game.

Also another important thing: YOU CANT SAVE (meaning you have to restart from day 1 if you want to do different endings

General walkthrough (I stole it from the Japanese wiki lol)

Ending 1:  Follow hint mode for ending 3, don’t do 4-5 experiments that have keywords on the 10th day (I tried to get this end 2 times but failed, but apparently its an end that happens if you fail to collect all keyword in a specific way? But it’s not that important)

Ending 2: Follow the hint mode for ending 3 and choose to tell the true in the end.

Ending 3: Follow the hint mode for ending 3 and choose not to tell the true in the end. (you can get this end even without having to choose in the end)

Ending 4: finish end 3, follow hint mode for ending 3 and full the water thingy, the difference will happen after the ending 3.

Ending 5: Follow hint mode for ending 5 and do the the 5th black square experience.

Ending 6: Follow hint mode for ending 5 and do the the 5th black square experience but before you have to upload your game to version 1.5 or 1.6, you can do this by asking them question. (apparently the question with (↑) help with this but I not really sure because I also asked them just random question and it still worked. But you have to ask them a lot of question for it to work)

Ending 7: Follow hint mode for ending 3, use the “happy gas” 8 times (I don’t know if I recommend this end first or not, maybe it better to finish that in the beginning if you want to at least to enjoy the H-scenes? But you will be left with question, so keep that in mind)

Ending 8: Follow hint mode for ending 5, use the café au lait 8 times and give the 9th to Higashi, you also need to do the “a lump of ??? experiment.

Ending 9: Use the café au lait 8 times and give the 9th to Nishi, you also need to do the “a lump of ??? experiment, you need to finish ending 4

Ending 10: Follow hint mode for ending 5, do all the experiments with (★) in it, do as many experiments that raise the intimacy level as much as possible. (The one with the pink hand symbol)

Warning: If you want to play the game yourself don’t read the next part, the memory of the characters is the most important part of the game and the reason why its so interesting to play, I will talk about everything what happened in the game, only continue if you don’t plan on playing or really don’t care.

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Before I played the game myself, I watched some videos of the mobile version online and really enjoyed it. It was fun to watch the characters react and although I heard form Japanese player that the game is sad, but I didn’t expect it to be, no not even bitter-sweet but a full on tragedy with no real happy end for neither of it’s characters.

Let me tell you in summary what things the memories of Higashi and Nishi will reveal. I don’t remember every single details since the memories are told in a not chronical order but I try.

In the game you mostly looking for Higashi’s memory because surprise Nishi remembers everything (explains why he has such an obvious crush in Higashi). The story basically start when Higashi was in elementary school his parents divorced and he chose to life with his mother, because Higashi really loves his mother a lot. In the first day of the experiments Higashi wants to escape so he can meet his mother again, but later we find out that his mother was actually murdered, of course Higashi wants to know why and who did it. But before the murder took place, his mother had a boyfriend after she separated from Higashi’s father, who was really controlling of her and abusing of Higashi (like with beating and all). Through the experiments we learn that Higashi was apparently tortured by various things like, burning his feet or giving him piss to drink. Baby Higashi had not a lot of friends in school and often was scared to go home. He even mentioned how a perfect day for him is a day when nothing bad happens. Because if his heavy trauma he has nightmares that he often draws pictures of (these are really scary to look at).   After Higashi remember that his murder was killed, he remembers how; she was poisoned by someone, someone who gave Higashi a present his mother eat and this was what had killed her. There is another important thing Higashi’s remembers that he had an important person who ones went to a summer firework festival. After Higashi came back from this summer festival his mother’s boyfriend got so mad and beat Higashi so extreme that this poor boy was in the hospital for 2 MONTHS ((T⌓T)), after release he was put in the children care center for one month but returned home later because he couldn’t leave his mother alone who was really bad at doing everything according to Higashi. His mother’s boyfriend was actually put in jail for that, which took place in the 6th year of elementary school, his mother was killed when he was in the 2nd year in middle school. All memories he had were only until the day his mother died, everything after was still in the dark.

So now to the important question, what about Nishi? What roles does he play? Well turns out Nishi and Higashi actually knew each other before, not only knew but they were actually best friend (༶ඬ༝ඬ༶) who played together all the time after Nishi moved to Higashi’s city. Nishi’s mother had a terrible accident that lead to her being heavy injured and even killed Nishi’s unborn sister, they moved to a bigger city to care for her, Nishi’ father is a man who works with Chinese medicine, I think? Nishi went to a different elementary school than Higashi but these two still spent a lot of time together. Nishi didn’t really go to middle school because he was always helping his father with work, who was home rarely. More important, Nishi was the one who Higashi went to the firework festival with (there is this really cute picture he draws of them as babies watching the fireworks (ಥ﹏ಥ)), and not only that but he actually lived a whole month with Nishi and his mother, after the abuse thing with his mother’s boyfriend.

On the 8th night (I think) before the go to sleep, Nishi tell Higashi he has something important to tell, and then he tell him how he was the one who actually killed his mother (Σ(°ロ°)) he used a toxic flower covered with chocolate which he knew his mother would eat because HE HAD GIVEN HER POISEN FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS (now that’s a twist… apparently she was sick in some way anyways so no one had noticed it before). Higashi flips and starts to strangle Nishi asking why he would do that but Nishi wants him first to remember everything, (Also, important to note that Higashi even though he is smaller, he is stronger than Nishi) so he stops and says that he doesn’t hate Nishi because he promised never to hate anyone ever again, he just feels very sad and wants to know why he did it. The following day Higashi remembers even more time he had spent with Nishi, but also remembers that Nishi’s mother actually died later which he really feels sad about because he really liked her a lot and wanted to meet her again. At night he once again starts to strangle Nishi wanting the reason for his mother’s death but stops because he gets some really weird flashbacks of Nishi.

On the last day you collect the last memories of Higashi and get more pictures from him (which play an important role actually). Higashi also remembers that he got a call right after he saw his mother die. Once the day is over Nishi and Higashi sit down to reveal the final missing puzzle. Everything from here was hard to swallow. It was Higashi’s mother’s birthday and Nishi gave Higashi the poisonous flower which he gave to his mother, which she ate and died. Shocked, Higashi gets a call from his Nishi with Nishi telling him that he was the one who killed her, Higashi is shocked and Nishi tells him to come over to his house so he can explain why. Hiagshi rushes over completely angry at him and attacks him, Nishi tell him that he want to listen to his last request but Higashi completely flips and starts to strangle Nishi until blood starts to drip from his eyes and mouth…………Higashi actually killed Nishi in that moment, he really died and Higashi remembers it now, the worst part is that Nishi knew it, he knew Higashi would kill him for it and he actually dug a hole in his garden so HIGASHI COULD BURY HIM(……I have no words). Nishsi actually left him a letter telling what to do once he killed him, but this is where it gets even worse, once Higashi realized he killed his best friend he completely loses it and begins to hit his head against something (don’t remember what exactly) until he CRUSHES HIS HEAD AND DIES. He literally committed suicide right there on spot, he died, Nishi died, they have been dead the whole time, that’s why Higashi couldn’t remember more because there was never a future to begin with. There were only 14 years old…. o(TヘTo) Hello darkness my old friend~

Nishi didn’t know that Higashi, too died on that day and is shocked to find it out. Once all of this is out you can choose if you want to tell Higashi the true or not

-If you don’t: Nishi will tell Higashi that he killed his mother because he wanted to free Higashi from her, because as long as she lived Higashi has to care for her and never can live the life he wanted. Then Nishi tells him since he now told Higashi everything, Higashi is free to kill him, but Higashi tells him that he won’t and that he still wants them to be best friends. The only question remains, if they died when they were 14, how are they alive, why do they look older now? (around 18, 19 ) Well, this question will probably never be answered, there is no full explanation who is behind this all, why are they alive, or are they even alive? It ends how it started with them in the room together.  (this is the end 3)

-If you do tell the true: Higashi will get a card and the only thing written on it is “Your mother abused you”, Yes Higashi’s mother was behind Higashi’s abuse, she did these horrible things to him not only her boyfriend, she burned his feet so he couldn’t go to school, she fed him rotten food and the piss. That’s the true reason Nishi killed her, because she abuse Higashi, but Higashi was so manipulated by her abuse that he still loved her. Once Higashi reads that he begins to remember, from the picture he drew what his mother did to him (that’s why they were important) but this is too much for him that he dies right in Nishi’s arm. Nishi follows right after. It seems Nishi knows that they can both died from that and the game hints that this experiment is constantly repeated, so they live and die in a circle. (ending 2)

Ending 2 & 3 are both like the true endings, yes this is all you get utter depression. I can’t with Nishi, he knew Higashi would kill him and yet he still couldn’t see him suffer from abuse, despite knowing the whole time he was dead he never was mad at Higashi ever he always looked at him with the most loving eyes, the love he had for Higashi was tragic, that ended in a tragedy for both of them. I can’t even be mad at Nishi or Higashi, I fully understand Nishi’s reasons and how can you be mad at Higashi for killing him when Nishi himself isn’t. Higashi was only a victim of abuse which led to all of this. If you finish the ending 3 you can read the letter Nishi wrote him before his death in the game start menu. In it it’s says how Nishi wants him to bury him in the garden and that he should go to the police after and how he saved money for Higashi so he can survive alone and there rest I will maybe know some day if I can stop crying while reading the letter………………….

Also you don’t get any H-scenes not even a kiss, this is just a full on depression game. Yet I’m still fine with it, it was a beautiful written tragedy, I just wanted them to be happy (╥﹏╥)

Ending 1: Like said I never did it because I couldn’t get it for some reason, but it’s a fail end where you fail to find all of Higashi memories and Higashi doesn’t remember killing Nishi or dying himself and Nishi doesn’t know he died (is what Japanese people told me).

Ending 4: Its basically ends with ending 3 and then you see Higashi and Nishi being reborn in some tank or some shit? Is it a hint that they were born in a labor and they only have memories from their previous life? I don’t know…You can only get this end once.

Ending 5: The black square will swallow Nishi and cut off his bottom part and he dies in Higashi’s arm. (very bloody end)

Ending 6: Same experiment as for ending 5, but this time they can pass through the square and leave the room only to end up in?? good question, it looks like outside but there is no other person also a piece of meat falls from heaven…okay?

Ending 7: The horny end lol. You have to give them the “happy gas” and Higashi gets high and horny and starts to make out with Nishi in the first night and they gradually make more nsfw things which ends with sex at the 8th time. This is the only way to get anything sexual between them, yes by drugging. The sex scene was WILD, Nishi tells Higashi that he needs to tell him thanks you for killing his mother or he won’t do xxx so he does while they go for it….eh ok. This feels even weirder if you know that they are both dead.

Ending 8: Higashi gets high from coffee and thinks he is eating his mother’s sandwich but he is actually eating Nishi’s hand….. Nishi is just fine with it (Okay Nishi you big simp)

Ending 9: Nishi gets high and remembers things he shouldn’t so the experiment is just stops?

Ending 10: Jeez, this one was the worst x.x If you raise their intimacy level really high, at night when they supposed to go to bed they let this giant man in the room ( I think it's Higashi’s mother’s ex?) and HE BEGINS TO HIT HIGASHI AND NISHI AND RAPES HIGASHI, Nishi and Higashi then try to kill him and somehow made it. It ends with Higashi crawling naked to Nishi who was laying on the floor completely covered in blood, saying that he only needs Nishi………………………………………………… WHY DO YOU GET THAT FOR RAISING THEIR AFFECTION TENNENOUJI WHYYY.

*cough* Anyway thanks for reading me suffer if you made it to the part, I’m gonna go be depressed and pray that the next BL game doesn’t rip my heart out like this did  (￣ ￣|||)

[xbruised-peachx]

thank you for giving so much love to gromsko! Could we get an NSFW ABCs from you about him? 🥺❤️ i've seen a couple but i love your writing style and would love to see your interpretation

aFSGSGSHSFS MY FIRST LIL SHORT PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH

Obviously 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem reader (sorry i once again am self induging), no Y/N mentions, not betaread, and my headcanons!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's always holding you close to his chest, doesn't matter if he subs or doms, facing toward or away from him, you are gonna be nuzzled into his chest. If he doms though, he will hold off just to get some water for you and will ask if you need anything else.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👏tHIS MAN LOVE ASS BUT ESPECIALLY THIGHS. YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He always will hold your hips against his when cuddling, making sure you can feel as he gets harder. When you are in shorts at home, it's incredibly common for him to come up behind, letting his fingers trail little indents as he grabs at your supple thighs. And god forbid you're just in panties or just a shirt, he will be struggling to keep eye contact. His hands will never leave the area below your hips for a few hours. (And if it's just his shirt? That's gonna be off in 0.2 seconds then you got something even bigger to deal with)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he desperately, and I mean desperately (he will literally beg even though he knows the answer), wants to cum inside, he knows for many reasons it's not feasible most times. So he'll go for the stomach otherwise. He loves seeing your abdominals flinch as its hit by the little bit of heat from it, seeing it slowly spread across your tummy. When he gets permission to cum inside though? That's all he's doing. Your hips will be glued to his, his strong grip making sure you are going nowhere and that you will get every drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Weirdly specific, hear me out... he's really into smells. He buries his nose into your hair while cuddling or kissing your neck, and you can hear that distinctive deep breath in. When he's going down, he's in absolute bliss, talking about how you smell as good as you taste. He's asked you before if he can take some panties for when he's on duty, and often a lonely night has been perked up by him buried deep in them, stroking himself to the memory of you. He also has developed a medical kink in a universe where you are in the military. He's helped you out so many times, while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he can't help but enjoy seeing your face contort, whining out while your in his caring hands. He's fantasize many times about giving you a more hands on physical... just so he can practice more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I say he knows what he's doing but despite seeming confident and cocky, he's only really gotten with two people. One a relationship and the other a much more casual hook up. The more casual one is where he got more of his experience from so he is insanely happy everyday he can share it with the one he loves and he feels the love from you from how you react.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. While it is basic, he just can't get over looking into your eyes, watching as your face screws into pleasure with every thrust, knowing he's the one giving you all this pleasure. Able to easily kiss your body while he's going, hearing you clearly as you moan his name.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's never one to leave sarcasm at the door when things get saucy. He'll always be cracking a joke when appropriate because he loves hearing your laugh, seeing you smile as you moan. It makes it so much more memorable to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man can barely grow a mustache so he keeps whatever hair he can 💀 Nah but he keeps it you know, somewhat tidy but otherwise he is quite hairy, being on arms and legs especially, but he keeps his chest somewhat trimmed. He'll always keep a happy trail because he loves the look and keeps downstairs cut as short as he can as he hates the feeling of when hair just starts growing back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves telling you how great your doing, how beautiful you look in between cursing to himself in Polish just from how good you feel. He can't look at your body too long without kissing it, any part of it. With that, he keeps your body close to his, absolutely adoring all that skin to skin contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Definitely while he's on tour/on duty. He's snuck phones to call you before, you've printed some physical photos for him as long as he swore to keep it somewhere no one else would see it. Often, he'll do it in the shower just to the thought of you, especially after a long mission. He needs to relieve his stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Just one of them so I don't go on forever; MARKING. He absolutely adores leaving hickeys and seeing them the next day. Little bite marks dot your shoulders and breasts. Your thighs have permant little marks from him grabbing hard and spreading them wide or just from while eating you out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers private places so he has you all to himself, but he doesn't mind anywhere; on the couch, the bed, in the kitchen while cooking, taking a shower together. In a universe where your both in the military, he doesn't mind at all doing it in a tent. He'll lay out a nice blanket and he loves how close you get when the wind gets blowing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Accepting his flirts or flirting back always gets him going. He loves that build up conversation, playing off your words and getting you to smile. He loves kissing you too, quickly turning to heated makeouts with you on his lap, tongues wrapping in the middle as he pulls you even closer.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Due to his medical training, he really can't do knife or gunplay. He doesn't like the risk at all and can't ignore it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he likes receiving, like any other guy, he is way more into giving. He could eat you out for hours, milking every moan from you. Loves making you cum multiple times, begging everytime for you to cum on his face. When you aren't sitting on his face, he'll have his fingers going on you as well, making sure you are in heaven, moaning his name while he softly strokes himself to your noises and taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He much more prefers taking his time, letting you orgasm many times before even getting started himself. Maybe even getting a couple in himself if he has the energy for it (he's edged himself a few times). Once he's finally towards him cumming though, he will go way more fast, rough, and erratic as he chases his own climax. He goes a bit animalistic during this point though, mostly even not speaking English as he can't be bothered to translate himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them but like I said, prefers a slow pace. He'll often reserve quickies for things like showers or, in a universe where your in the military, he'll go for quickies more often for obvious reasons, pulling you into a closet for something quick and quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to do anything you want to certain limits. He doesn't want to actually hurt you so that's his boundary but otherwise he is more than willing to try something to make you happy and to see if it's something he'll like himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's built up some stamina by edging himself, but generally can go only 2-3 at most. For you, he'll make you cum way more than that but he'll make sure you are well worked on before he works on himself. He can last a while, but once he's inside you, he thinks its just heaven on earth and sometimes has to find himself slowing down his pace so he can truly have all the time he wants with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For the most part he's open to it but actually prefers it vanilla. He's used a vibrating cock ring before and both of you enjoyed it, but often in the heat of the moment, he prefers not dealing with the hassle. When he was on a particularly long tour though, he did buy a lovense, and that lead to some fun nights.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves it. He loves seeing just how far he can push you, seeing what it'll take to get you to beg. He'll bring his hands as far up his thigh as he can, barely ghosting the area in between. He just loves hearing you moan without ever touching your clit or put his fingers inside.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is definitely loud as hell, usually groaning and growling but can't keep his mouth shut about how good you feel, how you sound so lovely, how beautiful you look. Particularly as he loses himself more and more to pleasure, he'll slip from just cursing in Polish to speaking full sentences, whether or not you can understand him, he gets to a point he doesn't care. He can't even think straight from how good he feels and he just wants to praise you, even if he can't think in English.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

OKAY I will used this to state my absolutely solid stance that Gromsko is a HEAVY switch. While he will sometimes ask you, most times he will just go with the follow. While he does whatever he can do please you, whatever you want, he does have his own desires. Sometimes he just wants to show his strength to you, dominating over you and seeing you becoming a moaning mess under him, knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. And sometimes he just wants to be the one begging for more of your touch, desperately kissing at your neck to please you, hoping to get more from you. He knows much you love when his eyes roll back when your riding him, making him moan and lose his grip on your hip as he loses himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 ¾ inch, getting up to 7 ¼" when hard (17 cm, 18.4 hard). He's pretty thick all around though, but he makes sure to work you up nicely so he can slip right in before he even tries. He knows his size so he makes sure you are comfortable the whole time. He's also uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I'd say just a little above average, but if he's been gone a while on missions, his brain is so preoccupied with work that he doesn't realize how much he missed you til your arms around him as soon as he walks through the door. The second you kiss he realizes how pent up he truly is, and the kiss quickly deepens gets messy after that. In a universe where your both in the military, he does find it a bit harder to resist you when are around the base, but he can do it. Once he gets his moment alone though, he's gonna make sure you never forget it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

THIS MAN GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT. He can have the stamina to cum a few times but the second he get you nice and cozy, cuddled up against him, the gentle rhythm of his chest quickly turns to his rather loud snore.

[moontyun]

Pairing: prince!Jungwon x peasant!reader Genre: romance, lost friends, attempted humor, attempted angst?, childhood friends to lovers Synopsis: People out grow each other all of the time. That was the natural process of life, but not for him. Everywhere he turned you were there. You were always someone he could not leave behind again. He'd lost you once, he wasn't going to lose you again. Word count: 914 Warning(s): none!

Wandering eyes

Dinner was nearly silent, the only thing that could be heard was the awkward scraping of metal on porcelain. His mind was racing 500 miles a minute. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now. It was the same amount of shock as when he first met you. He hadn’t seen you in years and now you are here, sitting right across from him with one of the guards. He was trying his hardest not to stare but he felt like he had been dreaming. He lightly smacked Jake under the table, “Pinch me.” he whispered, not moving his eyes from his plate. 

Jake was utterly confused, “What? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

Jungwon grumbled for him to do it again and the other did as he was told to. Damn, he wasn’t dreaming, you were really here. “How long are you planning on staying here, Wonie? You’re welcome here for as long as you want.” Sunghoon asked, as he continued to munch on his food, not really paying attention to the awkwardness that was hanging in the air. 

Jungwon snapped his head in the older man's direction, “I-I’m not sure… Not long, I don’t want to put you out.” he smiled, awkwardly. 

Sunghoon nodded his head, turning his attention toward you and Heeseung, “I must introduce you to my other guests staying for a while. Jungwon, I’d like you to meet Heseung, my royal guard and his… friend, [name].” The hesitation of the word ‘friend’ made you feel a little weird but you let it go. Jungwon held eye contact with you for a brief moment before flicking his gaze towards your neck, you were definitely who he thought you were. He recognized that necklace anywhere. He’d won it at the town amusement park when he was younger; it was his most prized possession at the time and he’d given it to his best friend… you. “Heeseung, [name], this is my friend and prince Jungwon and his friend, Jake.” 

You both greeted them brightly. You turned to face Heeseung with a tight-formed smiled, whispering to him, “He just checked out my chest, some prince.” you scoffed. Heeseung chuckled lightly, trying his best not to make it obvious. You couldn’t believe how crude he was being for a prince. Weren’t they supposed to be more gentlemanly and not a complete pervert? This man had just burst your bubble in 0.2 seconds. 

Dinner was swiftly over and you had followed Heeseung into his room, throwing yourself on his bed. “He just kept on staring at me! He’s a complete weirdo!” You shouted, dramatically. 

“Maybe he thought you were cute?” your friend reasoned. You on the other hand thought completely differently. You thought two things only: either he was a pervert or he did not like you. Those were the only things you could come up with right now. You shook your head, that was the farthest thing from the truth in your eyes. 

On the other side of the castle, Jungwon was on the other side of the castle, stressing out about how to approach you. He had been pacing in the last hour since dinner ended with Jake snooping around. “What are you wigging out about? You’re like a dog that’s afraid of fireworks.” If looks could kill, Jake would be absolutely incinerated. 

“[name],” Jake had given him a confused look, still not sure what was going on. “That doesn’t sound familiar to you at all? I’ve only been talking about them for years and you’ve only gotten annoyed with me?” There was the look of understanding he was seeking from his friend. “Do you think they recognized me or at least my name?” 

The other shook his head, “No, they were obviously creeped out by you intensely staring at them with what looked like a fiery rage.” Jungwon was slightly astonished with the colorful language his friend had just used, but that was not the point of this conversation! 

“Was it really that bad? Was I making it that obvious?” Jake laughed, as if he had just said the funniest thing in the entire world. “I guess it was…” 

Heeseung was falling asleep, as you continued to ramble on about what a creep the prince was. “His friend was kind of cute though. Should I try something?” You asked, jokingly. Fully knowing what Heeseung was going to say in response. It was his usual response, ‘You aren’t in a place emotionally to be dating. What you want is attention.’ There wasn’t a thing wrong with wanting attention but sometimes, the people you talked with were seeking something more even after setting boundaries, they thought they could change your mind and they never did. 

Heeseung playfully smacked you on your arm, “You are not trying anything. I won’t allow it, I don’t trust him.” Oh, he hadn’t said anything like he usually did. He just didn’t approve, which was kind of a refreshing response from him. 

“But he’s so cute!” You pushed, just seeing how far you could push Heeseung. 

He gave you a sharp look, “Absolutely not, you’d have to kill me first.”

You pouted. “...I’m still going to do it, now it’s just to annoy you.” You tapped the tip of his nose. He sighed, before turning over in the bed, no longer wanting to look at you. He had reached his limit with you for today. You chuckled a little before telling him good night and leaving the room.

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maybe! -> 0.2 psyche

-what do you mean a cat adopted you? and what is wrong with this weird bunch who took you?

warnings: witches; a coven; sakura struggles with one single spell; reader is eunchae’s grandchild for like a split second 🤠

you were stuck with the little black kitten on your lap for the past hour. after magically appearing in your apartment, the girl- chaewon apparently- made you go to her car. after forcing you to sit in the back with the cat, she started the car and you haven’t heard from her since. she ignored your every attempt on starting a conversation so far.

“so, what’s their name? the cat i mean.” you asked after a couple more minutes of silence. the driver glanced at you before speaking. 

“we call him potato.”

“oh god, really? i don’t know if that’s weird or cute.” you said, laughing at the kitten who snuggled in your hold as if knowing you spoke of him.

“it’s eunchae’s cat. she named him.” added quietly the driver.

“jeez, why so defensive?” no answer came from her.

“…just go to sleep. it’s still a long drive to our dorm.” she muttered at last. tired, as you were woken up quite weirdly, you let sleep overcome you as suggested. the low humming of the car and the warm kitten on your lap made it easy.

when you wake up, you’re magically laying on a couch with the little black cat sleeping soundly on your lap. you pet his head lightly as the animal purrs. although he’s the reason you’re in this mess, he’s really a cutie.

“potato likes you.” you almost shriek at the sudden voice, but manage to calm yourself and only turn your head so fast you almost get a whiplash. another unfamiliar face stands in front of you, she’s noticeably younger than chaewon. she stares at you with this big, curious eyes, you almost feel like a fish in a child’s aquarium.

“y-yeah, um, he’s cute?”

“he is! he’s the cutest! that’s why he gets what he wants.” the girl visibly brightens as she speaks of the kitten. she surprises you when she suddenly picks him up from your lap- interrupting his blissful slumber- and starts hogging him to her chest while making baby sounds.

what surprises you even more is how the cat doesn’t seem affected at all- he meows in protest when he’s snatched, and proceeds to cuddle into the girl. it’s a cute sight, although quite confusing.

“uh, who are you? and where is chaewon-?”

“my bad! i’m eunchae and this spoiled little cutie right there-“ she caresses his head with a weird smile. “-is mine! we lost him after kkura failed that teleportation spell, i wonder how she did that? even i could do it after like the third-“

“hold on, spell? what harry potter fanclub is this?”

“oh, chaewon didn’t tell you? you’ve been snatched by a coven!”

“coven

/ˈkʌvɪn/

noun

a group or meeting of witches.”

after a little (and loud) rant from you about ‘what coven’s and ‘how coven’s and more ‘why coven’s, the girl manages to get you to calm down and sit semi-peacefully on the couch. she gets potato to snuggle on your lap, also somewhat calming your nerves. with a broad smile eunchae fills you in that she did not in fact study at hogwart’s (shame, really), she won’t burn you in a big oven and most importantly, she doesn’t live in a gingerbread house. the last part is probably the most disappointing one.

but eunchae does in fact have a wand- she shows you it and it’s really pretty?- she does wear a pointy hat but only on thursdays (apparently another one of them likes to practice weather spells on thursdays so it often rains in the dorm) and she does know how to fly on a broom. by her word, the old method is really cringe now as people woul see just how many witches are there if they all used brooms to travel- she ranted about that for whole five minutes. instead, they use normal communication to ‘go with the flow’.

eunchae promises to show you how she flies one day, though.

then there comes the topic of the cat. or well, how it apparently adopted you? when asked about the matter, eunchae nods happily and pets the kitten’s head. to your obvious confusion she answers that it’s pretty common for witches to have a spiritual connection with particular animals. and she has this thing with potato. which makes it weird to some extent, as she sees him as her child, and by adopting you, he makes you her grandchild?

after figuring that eunchae is younger than you, you decide to drop the ‘adopted’ part and keep the title as ‘potato’s friend’. it sounds better that way. eunchae agrees and the kitten does too- after being smothered with love by the young witch.

speaking of, when she’s done making the deal with the cat, she turns to look at you with a murderous gaze. you don’t even get to question her before she speaks.

“by the way, he’s lactose intolerant.”

apparently, everyone on this planet knew most cats are lactose intolerant except you. to save some of your honour, isn’t that a witch’s cat? shouldn’t he magically tolerate lactose and stuff? your argument earned you a slap to the neck from eunchae. at least she didn’t look mad anymore.

“eunchae, stop bullying your grandchild.” chaewon suddenly appears at your side. or maybe she was standing there the whole time?

“unnie! ah, we established that she’s potato’s friend/slave-“

“when did we talk about me being a slave?”

“-because she’s older than me and it would be weird, you know!” eunchae lookes unbothered about your comment to the ‘slave’ part, while chaewon smilies lightly at the younger girl, enjoying the chaos.

“yea, it would be weird. but again, many things are weird here, no?” eunchae nods her head at the older girl and trots away. potato soon jumps down from your lap and follows his owner.

“i hope she didn’t tell you we eat kids for lunch or something. that happened once.”

chaewon murmur as she sits herself next to you. with a shake of your head, you turn to ask the girl.

“so, when can i go back?”

“what do you mean?” you look at her as if it’s the most ridiculous question she could ask (it is).

“home? when can i go back to my apartment?” you precise this time and a look of confusion flashes on her face.

“no, i understand. just, you thought you’re going back? now that you know all that coven stuff?” as she asks this, she watches you as if you’d grown a second head.

“what?”

“wasn’t that obvious?”

“no? i can’t just- you kidnap me like it’s nothing just because some cat said he likes me! what about my life?”

“well, stepping into the dorm you got a mana print that you do not know how to hide. so unless you wanna be hunted down by some priest, i’d recommend staying here.”

apparently done with the conversation, chaewon leaves you, stomping her feet as she walks away.

[rooolt]

Jaina/Morrigan political marriage of convenience to unite the dwarves and the giants after their recent conflict. Both of them being so stiff and awkward but also so polite and chivalrous. The sexual tension when they spar together. Mutual admiration of each other’s devotion to their people. Morrigan cracks a smile at an egg joke and their eyes meet shyly. Cue beauty and the beast “there’s something there that wasn’t there before”

YOU GET ME!!!!! Political arranged marriage was my exact thought like oh my godddddd. The thing about jaina bronzebeard is that her cool facade is only present for like 0.2 seconds and then you have a conversation with her out of combat and you realize she is wildly socially inept and I just think morrigan would find this endearing and I think in their quest to unite their people they both manage to let loose with each other. Like how Murph was talking about how he thought jaina might have a wife she’s distant with or an estranged ex, morrigan wouldn’t be that. Morrigan is confident enough in her own worth to know that if they want to have a relationship beyond politics, jaina needs to be present with her. ALSO, also they’re like the ultimate battle couple and they become feared across Bahumia. Both of them and their deeply complicated relationships with their family would find that within each other. They would find love for the other that goes beyond the love for their country. Come on this could be a love story for the ages AND THEYRE BOTH BUTCH!!!!!!! I’m swooning (also dwarf x giant,,,,,, need I say more)

[pandaluver]

Call me crazy but….Mahito & Sukuna are scarily similar…Manga Spoilers at the very end

So I was looking back at some JJK stuff and noticed that Mahito & Sukuna shared a lot more similarities than I thought.

When Sukuna was lecturing Jojo about how to live as a curse. Burn everything in front of you, regardless of plots or alliances. Mahito is the closest of the curses other than Sukuna to match that description.

When they want to kill or eat, they kill or eat. They don’t need or offer any kind of excuse or justification for any of the terrible things they’ve done. They just do it cause they want to.

Their shared hatred/disgust for Yuji. Both Sukuna & Mahito hate Yuji to their cores and will take any opportunity to make him suffer and lavish in his misery.

Looking back at the scene when Mahito spoke to Sukuna during his 0.2 Domain Expansion. I always felt like the smile Sukuna gave Mahito said “I like your moxie kid. Go nuts, I don’t like that brat anyway” instead of what most people seem to think “Idgaf, Yuji is gonna kick your ass anyway” which would’ve been weird for Sukuna to think cause he *doesn’t* like Yuji at all.

If you’re an anime only, ignore this last bit

Think about this list of actions

Mocked Yuji as Junpei died

Killed one of Yuji’s Mentor Figures

Took one of Yuji’s Closest Friends away from him

Remind him that Curses are Curses and that human logic or morality can’t be applied to them

Both Sukuna & Mahito have done all that is listed above.

I feel like if he had the chance to reach his full potential, Mahito could’ve become the Sukuna of the current era.

[filzmonster]

If you’re doing the ask game: Gilbert Nightray?

any excuse to talk about Gilbert Nightray tbh

First impression: I saw him being angsty in the rain during the intro for 0.2 seconds and I just knew he was going to be my fave.

Impression now: Honestly, it's been over ten years and I still can't really put into words how much this fictional character means to me.

To me, he has one of the most interesting, most well crafted character journeys I've ever seen. The way his entire loyalty complex is depicted, established and developed is something that still touches me very deeply. How he struggles with but ultimately pushes through his issues is just ,,,,,,,,, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ,,,,,,,,, dare I say inspiring? Also, he got a lot of cool moments throughout the series and I'm very thankful for that <3

Favourite moment: This was a tough one because there are so manyyyyyyyy. But I'm gonna go with the one that impressed me the most from a 'the way this story is written' pov and that's the one where he shows up and saves Break from Fang and Lilly. I don't even know. Just thinking about this scene and the way it was set up - with Gilbert running towards Oz, Vincent manipulating him into thinking Break can take care of himself, his flashbacks to when Break told him to get his priorities straight, with him realizing that Break is blind, with him still chosing to run towards Oz and Vincent's sinister 'good riddance Hatter' smile, and then Gilbert laughing in all of their faces by saying 'screw my priorities, I can chose both' - still gives me chills. I so very clearly remember sitting in my bed at like 3am, reading it for the first time and just losing my mind over Gilbert showing up and kicking him in the back when no one, least of all Break, expected him to do that.

Idea for a story: One day I will write down the 'The Tragedy of Sablier never happend and Gilbert and Vincent and Alice grow up as Baskervilles with Oswald and Jack as their gay parents' story set to Bastille songs I have been dreaming about for 5 years. Y'all just wait.

Unpopular opinion: There should have been a last meaningful conversation between Break and Gilbert before Break dies.

I know a lot of people absolutely love that Break got to spend his last impactful scenes with Oz and Vincent, guiding these two through their last character development steps, but ,,,,,,, but.

It just makes me so mad that up until the very climax of Gilbert's character development (him burning off his left arm and then showing up to stand in front of Glen and declare his loyalty to Oz no matter what) there were so many conversations between these two from the very beginning, the parallels between both of them serving Masters, Break being aware that he is the cautionary tale for Gilbert and trying to guide him, Gilbert showing up and saving him, Break even going all I don't have to worry about him anymore while being chained to a wall, so sure that Gilbert is going to help Oz because even though he saw him shoot Oz he also saw through the compulsion and realized that Gilbert picked his side, Oz' side, and that he would ultimately pull through.

And yet. AND YET. Their last real interaction is Gilbert being furious at Break and blaming him for Oscar's death and then just kind of ignoring him and not even really acknowledging him/his impending death when they part ways in the ruins of Sablier and Break stays behind to die alone in the arms of Reim and Sharon.

Instead the focus is on Vincent and Oz, as if the last 20something volumes of their friendship and connection suddenly didn't matter anymore. I'm still disappointed about this 10 years later apparently, because just like Gilbert I simply cannot let things go.

Favourite relationship: Breakbert Oz. Whatever the hell he has going on with Oz in every shape, form and colour throughout the entire manga. I live and breathe for that shit. The angst, the loyalty, the doubt, the jealousness, the dismissiveness, the fucked-up-ness at times. The way they both trigger their respective issues at the start but then become each other's guiding light to becoming better versions of themselves and then ending up with this beautiful, trusting friendship where they both understand the other better and see them for who the other really is and still chose each other, despite everything. Fuck.

Favourite headcanon: Uff. I fear I am so out of touch with the source material these days that I don't really remember what was actually hinted at in the manga and what was just my interpretation of certain things?

I distantly remember him angsting about doing dirty work for the Nightrays at some point, so I have this headcanon that he worked as some sort of assassin/spy for them for a while? No idea if that's a true headcanon or just my imagination running wild with a throwaway line, but I like the idea of him being actually way more ruthless than he seems and very willing to go to drastical measures for the people he cares about without hesitation.

[whorekneecentral]

As Red As My Stockings

Trent Alexander Arnold x Physio!Fem!Reader

Warnings: takes place in the '23 season (after the newcastle match but imagine it to be in November or something so it fits the timeline lmao), andy and ibou are so annoying towards trent, virg is over them, probably incorrect physio treatments, one teeny tiny hint to medical role play for like 0.2 seconds, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, trent is sooooo !!

Word Count: 2,519

Author's Note: our vice captain >>> anyways, this one was a bit random. hope y'all enjoy it :))

merry smutmas series

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Trent’s crush on the pretty physio is well known amongst the players. They make sure to help him fulfill one last Christmas wish before you all head home for the holidays.

Liverpool FC had been your home for the last few years and in your time there, quite a few players had come and gone through your room. All of them were wonderful and talented and charming in their own ways but no one beat the boys you had now.

If you could give them a middle name, it'd be troublesome.

It's Tuesday morning and the boys were returning for training. Liverpool had played Newcastle on Sunday, leaving the boys with another 2 points added onto the board but were left without their captain after a red card.

Currently, their captain was laid on the bench in your physio room, the rest of the boys scattered through the training room - you can see and hear their noise through the glass panels that separated the two rooms.

"I don't even know how I did it," Virgil tells you, watching as you massaged the spot before he could join the rest of the boys.

"I'm sure you must have over worked it during your shouting match with the ref," you glanced up at the man, there's a smile on his face even though he's rolling his eyes.

Before you finish with the captain, the door to the physio room swings open. The younger players had a habit of hiding in there to avoid training, especially when they knew Virgil wasn't in.

In comes Andy with his arm over Trent, squeezing the vice captain in a headlock. Ibou comes running in after them.

They weren't aware that their captain was currently in there with you.

"Oh hey skip," Andy shouts to his friend, struggling to hold Trent in place. The man struggles, pushing Andy away from him when he realizes Virgil was in there. Ibou blocks the doorway, stopping Trent from passing.

You were taping Virgil's knee, smoothing the tape as he looked over at the three of them. "Why are you in here? Don't bother y/n, she's working unlike some people," he shoots them a glare, making you laugh.

"All done, big man." You step back, picking up the roll of tape. You look over in the direction of the other players in the room. "What can I help y'all with?"

Andy says, "Trent strained something in his thigh." Trent was glaring at Andy; if looks could kill.

You nod towards the empty chair, putting away the stuff you used on Virgil before turning back to him. "Need anything else?"

"No," Virgil shook his head, still laying on the bench as he scrolled through his phone. "I'll head out in a few."

"Okay," you smiled, walking over to where Trent now begrudgingly sat. Ibou was snickering in the corner of the room, leaning on the wall by the door.

"Ibrahima," you called, the man freezes at the use of his full name. "Do you need something ?"

"Just water," he says, rushing off to the fridge to grab a bottle.

Andy's got a hand over his mouth, covering his giggles. "Don't start before I kick you out too, Andrew." You look over at him and he presses his lips together, sliding his fingers across it and turning it; locking it up so he doesn't make noise.

Trent sat quietly, so still that you almost missed his chest raising and falling with each breath.

"Which one?" you asked, crouching in front of him. His brows furrow, looking at you confused. "Which leg?" You clarified and he raised his left leg slightly.

You nod, "can you pull your shorts up a bit?"

Ibou and Andy were giggling behind you and you can't help but look over at him, the two of them shutting up, or at least attempting to.

Turning your attention back to Trent, you touch his thigh carefully, working your fingers over the muscle and the man groans. You glance up at him, "there?"

"Your hand's cold," he says and you move your hand away. "Sorry," you say, rubbing your hands together to try and warm them up.

You put your hand back carefully, not wanting to freeze him again but when he doesn't complain, you find yourself moving your hand along his thigh to find the strain. Your fingers were soft against his skin, Trent was thinking of what other injuries he could fake to come in and see you, to have you feel him up.

"Trent?" You called, pulling him from his thoughts, "where exactly is the strain? I can't feel anything."

His cheeks are red, he's been caught. "Uh-"

"Look!" Andy's hunched over laughing and Ibou's leant back laughing right beside him. "His face is red!"

"Shut up!" Trent grumbles, looking away from you and you bite back a smile before Virgil speaks, standing up. "Yeah, both of you shut up and go back to training," he tells him, shooing them from the room.

He smiles at you, nodding as he ushers a laughing Andy and Ibou out of the room. You turn your attention back to the vice captain. "So the strain?"

"I mean.." he starts and you hum, waiting for him to go on as you stand back up. "It was more of a tweak than a strain. "

"Of course," you nod, knowing he was bullshitting you.

This wasn't the first time he had landed himself in your physio room with some non-existent injury. Trent thought you didn't know about his crush on you but you did; if the players did one thing when they came in, it was gossip - especially amongst themselves when they think you aren't paying any attention to them.

You reach for his shorts, pulling them back into place. "Well if this tweak comes back, come see me. I'll treat it." You tell him, a smile on your face.

Trent stands, nodding. "Thanks, y/n."

"Anytime, Trent."

He was off to training once again but you called for him, stopping him in his tracks. "Next time you wanna see me, just come by. No need to bring the whole squad with you." You give him a look, the man's face red as he nods, walking out of the room.

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The afternoon rolled into the evening, the boys finished up their training and whoever needed to be checked out stopped by but for the most part, the place was empty.

You had stayed back after the rest of the staff had left, putting up some decorations for the holidays. You're up on the chair, taping the garland to the wall when someone knocks on the door.

"Hey," Trent calls, stepping into the room before shutting the door behind him. You smiled at him, getting off of the chair. "Hey Trent, you okay?"

"Yeah," he nods, walking over to the bench furthest from the door. You did a few things, putting away the tape and the scissors. "What are you doing here so late?" He asks, leaning on the bench.

"Putting up decorations," you tell him, back turned to him as you shoved the leftover decorations into the bottom cupboard. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

He shrugs, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shorts. "I uh.. well there's a pain in my thigh and it won't go away."

"What happened?" You walk over to the man, "I can take a look if you want."

"Yeah, could you?" He says, watching as you crouch down in front of him. Trent can't stop himself, all the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. "Where's the pain?" You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes and he inhales, trying to control himself - the thought was there, he just had to make it happen, that's if you wanted to.

"Upper thigh," he whispers and you nod, rubbing your hands together which makes him smile, reminding him of earlier that day. "You're gonna have to pull your shorts up, Trent."

He nods, pulling the left side up and bunching it by the top of his thigh as you slowly start feeling over the area. Your fingers were soft but firm, his head tipped back and lips pressed together as you moved your hand a bit closer to the top of his thigh.

"Where exactly is this pain?" You look up at him, brows furrowed. Trent looks down at you, tongue passing over his bottom lip. "A little higher," he whispers and you finally get what he meant.

"Oh," you nod, moving your hand up further until it was near his cock. Trent glances down at you, watching as your hand rubs over the bulge in his pants. "There?" you asked quietly and he bites back a smile, nodding.

"Now why didn't you just say that from the beginning, Trent?"

"You're the physio, y/n. I knew you'd figure it out," he smiles when you stand. You hum, nodding. "So tell me," your hand still rubbing over him, Trent glances between the two of you. "What do you think is the appropriate treatment for this?"

"Whatever you think would fix it, hm? You're the professional."

You move, about to lower yourself onto your knees again but Trent stops you. "As much as I'd love to see you on your knees for me.. fuck, I can't wait."

"Wait for ?" You teased, letting him move you around. He rolls his eyes, bending you over the bench. "Okay then, don't answer me." You mumbled, fully well knowing what he meant.

Trent pulls on your pants, pulling them down, You can feel him shuffling behind you, his own pants tugged down just enough. The tip of his cock presses against you when he leans over, his hand on your hip.

"Can I?" He asks, his hips jutting forward just a bit. You hum, nodding but Trent doesn't move, "I need words, y/n. C'mon love."

"Fuck- please, Trent."

Your arms are propped on the bench, holding you up. Trent's hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.

Panties pushed to the side and he didn't have to hear anything else, lining himself up with you before his hips dig into you. He gives you a second to adjust him before moving.

He smiles at the way your face twists in pleasure. “God, you're so pretty," he sighs, pushing your shirt up a bit as his hips dug into your ass. 

Trent's hips dig into your ass, your hips are surely going to have a bruise tomorrow morning.

When you feel the tip of his cock press against a certain spot, your head falls forwards, his name falling from your lips. "Just like that," you mumbled, your nails digging into the leather of the bench. You could see the little half circles indents it left but you didn't care.

He can feel you clench around him when he does that, his hips ramming into you from behind again. "Like that, love?"

"Fuc- yeah." You nod, barely able to keep yourself standing let alone speak.

His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. Looking down, the outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too. 

He pushes you down forward the bench, you prop yourself up on your forearms once again. You can see the reflection of the two of you in the glass door across from you; Trent's behind you, a hand on your hip and the other shoved down your panties, you're a mess, begging him to keep going.

Now Trent's not the biggest guy but he was bigger than you, both height wise and he was broader than you - you'd never admit it to him but god, you thought about him often. How good it would feel to have him on top of you or for you to be on top of him, how you fantasized about how good his fingers would feel or better yet, his cock.

You didn't have to fantasize about that part anymore.

The knot in your stomach tightens, and obviously, you know the size difference exists but you’d never seen it like this. Trent towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.

Your eyes find his in the reflection and you don’t even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you’re saying. 

Trent smiles. "It’s okay sweetheart, I know.” He whispers to you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. The way you squeezed around him would send him over the edge just as soon as you did. "Me too," he tells you and you hum, "inside."

"Inside?" He asks, unsure if he heard you right.

"Please, Trent."

You had the man wrapped around your finger. Anything you wanted, he'd give you. All you had to do was ask.

The two of you in sync, his chest pressed to your back as you both came down from your orgasm. He rubbed your side softly before leaning down to press a kiss to your neck and pulling out slowly. He smiles to himself when he hears the whimper that slips past your lips when he pulls out.

It takes a second, the two of you slowly getting redressed. You leant on the bench behind you when you looked at Trent, his face red. "Want some water?" You asked, already walking to the fridge.

"Yeah sure. Thanks." He ties the string on his shorts, you pass him the bottle when he walks over. Trent takes a sip before he speaks. "I uh, I'd love to take you out for dinner before we head out for the holidays, y/n."

"Usually, you'd take a girl out to dinner before you fuck her like a whore, right?"

He chokes on his water, rubbing his chest. "I- yes of course."

You laugh at his reaction, wiping away the water from his bottom lip with your thumb. Trent's hand rests on your lower back, "can I take you on a date, you know a proper date?"

"Promise to do that same thing after?" You joked, nodding towards the bench. Trent laughs, nodding. "If that's what you want."

"Oh shut up, mr. I can't wait."

Trent's cheeks are red again, making you smile. Your hand rests on his cheek, reaching up to give him a kiss. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."

"Good," he smiles. There's a knock on the door before he gets a chance to speak again. "Are you guys done?!" Andy shouts from the other side of the door. "I forgot my charger in there!"

You and Trent exchange a glance, laughing as he lets you go, letting you open the door to let Andy in. The Scotsman looks between the two of you, the state of the two of you was a give away; skin all sticky, clothes wrinkled and out of place, Trent's face is red and you've got a bit of a wobble to your walk.

Andy laughs, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh! You two soooo-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Andrew."

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