#i did not edit this so if there are some typos i sorry :D

[iamnotthere-idonotdie]

dream of me

part one

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synopsis: reader is an employee at wayne enterprises and gets a promotion from bruce, but the line between your professional relationship is blurred when he invites you to dinner.

content: bruce wayne x reader, no use of y/n, some cursing, some sex but not too graphic, mention of parents’ death

a/n: i had some other plans for this story but got a bad case of writers block so i decided to leave it here instead of dragging it out for the sole purpose of adding another plot point, i don’t have any plans for more parts to this but we’ll see, i honestly think i was more envisioning keaton’s bruce wayne for this story (at least i envisioned his house to look like keaton’s) because battinson’s would be pretty uncharacteristic for this, maybe this is an au where bruce wayne isn’t batman and just works at the company but i don’t know, point is just interpret bruce however you’d like, as always sorry about the typos, also sorry if it’s inaccurate that bruce doesn’t cook (i wasn’t sure if it was canon that he does or not so sorry if i was wrong in my guess, i should’ve just looked it up but honestly i was just ready to finally get this out of my drafts)

edit: i got around to making a part two

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grey clouds encompass the sky. your window is frosted by the freeze outside and slow snowflakes fall down like confetti. you walk up to the window and put your hand on it, letting the chilled glass send a shiver down your spine. it’s the first snowfall of winter. the first of likely many. though your penthouse offers a lavish view of the icy landscape of beautiful serenity, you know on the streets below the ice has already turned to slush and the snow has darkened from the dirty concrete. nothing beautiful lasts long in gotham city.

you pull your robe tighter around your shoulders and let out a sigh. you suppose you’d better get dressed for work. you walk across the bedroom to your closet and begin selecting your outfit. a stylish ensemble of pants, a button down top, and a sweater. you grab your boots out of the closet and set them down on the hardwood floor, the thud waking up your partner in bed. well, not exactly partner. but he kept you company last night, and warm this morning.

he rubs his eyes and sits up in bed.

“you’re leaving?” he asks, his words slurring as he tries to wake up.

“i have to go to work. we have a budget meeting today. i can’t be late.” you reply as you put your boots over your thick socks.

“what time is the meeting at?”

“ten.” you reply, flatly.

“well then what’s the rush? you still have plenty of time to get there.”

“not in this ice, i don’t.”

“well then at least let me kiss you goodbye.”

you reluctantly walk back over to the bed and kiss his cheek. you feel a sting in your chest and realize he didn’t see this as the one night stand you did.

“bye. i have to go.”

“see you later?” he asks as he gets out from under the covers, his clothes still off.

“maybe.” you say coldly. you don’t have time for this.

“okay, fine. bye.” he replies just as icy. good. it’s easier that way.

you put your coat on and grab your bag as you walk out the door, locking it behind you. he’ll unlock it again when he leaves but mrs. hanson down the hall has a spare. you’ll text her to lock the door for you later.

just as you predicted, the roads are a nightmare. you’re weaving in between other cars, willing the other drivers in them to go faster. you can’t be late for this meeting.

you finally get to the tower and pull into the garage, opting for a space right by the elevators. maybe if you get this promotion they’ll give you an assigned spot.

you get to your desk at 9:46. with a few minutes to spare, you go to the break room and make a coffee. someone keeps using your mug, so you have to use the communal one with the cartoon dog on it. not as professional as you’d like. and you can’t use a disposable because wayne enterprises is committed to being waste-free. at least waste-free when it comes to the break room. other areas in the company could benefit from that policy. but that’s what you’re going to propose in your meeting. you know this corporation is not going to run out of money anytime soon, but there are still places to improve on efficiency. you drink your coffee, black, and make your way back to your desk. you glance at the conference room every few seconds to watch your boss set up for the meeting. you analyze his every move, trying to gauge his mood at the moment. sometimes these proposals of yours don’t go over very well if he seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. you need him in a good mood. this meeting can potentially determine whether or not you can continue climbing the corporate ladder into that manager position you’ve been pining for for two years.

you gather your folder and notepad, opting to leave the coffee sitting at your desk, and you walk into the conference room.

“good morning mr. glass. enjoying the snow this morning?” you greet him in your most chipper tone in an attempt to sway what you think is a bad mood.

“well i would if the roads weren’t so goddamn icy. these people can’t drive in the snow.”

so maybe starting the conversation with that was a poor choice.

“yes, it can be very frustrating to drive in it.” you try to be as agreeable as possible.

more of your colleagues start to filter into the room as you take your seat at the end of the table. the conversation is low between everyone as they wait for the meeting to begin.

after 15 minutes, you start getting more anxious. your stare threatens to burn a hole through your folder with the proposal in it. why is this taking so long?

you now understand why there’s been a delay, as bruce wayne enters the room. fuck. bruce wayne is going to have to listen to your proposal now? it was nerve-wracking enough to have to pitch this to your boss, but the owner of the company? your boss’s boss? your hands start to shake and you try to wipe the sweat off of them onto your pants.

“i apologize everyone. i didn’t mean to keep you all waiting.” mr. wayne says as he takes his seat on the opposite end of the table.

mr. glass stands up from his seat at the head of the table. “well as long as you’re here, let’s get started on our quarterly report and budget for next month.”

the rest of the meeting is clouded by your anxiety. all you can think about is how much you don’t want to fuck this up. especially not in front of bruce wayne.

“well it looks like there’s plenty of room for improvement. how do you suggest we close this gap?” mr. glass asks the room, but it’s clear he is directing the question at mr. wayne.

“does anyone have any suggestions?” mr. wayne looks around the table.

without thinking you raise your hand and speak up.

“i have a budgeting proposal that i would like to share. if that’s alright.”

“that’s more than alright. let’s hear it.” mr. wayne gestures for you to take the stand, so to speak.

you stand and shakily take your papers out of the folder.

“as we all know, our expenses have been increasing as of late. and while these expenses have allowed us to improve on some essential aspects and departments, i believe there is a more efficient way we could be doing it.” you pause and look around the room. “firstly…”

the pitch goes better than you could have imagined. you were able to make your proposals clearly, answer questions thoroughly, and present confidently. you sit down after finishing and can’t help but smile, proud of yourself.

“well, that was quite a lot. thank you, but i think some of those implementations are a bit far-fetched.” mr. glass says and you can’t help but hear the condescending tone. your smile drops and you feel your face get hot in embarrassment. so much for that promotion.

“i actually really like what you had to say. i especially liked the suggestion to put more money into outreach.” mr. wayne says to you, smiling. “did you have any specific suggestions on where to do that?”

“thank you mr. wayne. i think it would be extremely beneficial and useful to prioritize teaching youth about technology; promoting stem learning and encouraging them to pursue higher education and research into it. we can even offer scholarships and grants to help students who won’t be able to afford the college tuition. and possibly gifting students new computers to further encourage learning.”

you get so passionate about this topic. you yourself were one of those kids. those kids who didn’t grow up in a mansion, but in a dingy apartment with a single father. those kids who couldn’t even afford to think about college, let alone actually pursue it. it was through a wayne scholarship program that gave you the opportunity to go to university. and now, if you have any say in the matter, you’d be proud to help give that opportunity to someone else who needs it.

“i think that’s great. giving these kids a way to focus their skills in a field they love. great work.” mr. wayne looks impressed, and you can’t help but smile even bigger.

“i appreciate that, mr. wayne.”

mr. glass clears his throat and stands again.

“well it looks like we have a solution here.” your boss says, clearly annoyed. “meeting adjourned, everyone. thank you.”

you stand up and gather your things together. you notice out of the corner of your eye that mr. wayne is making his way toward you.

“that was an excellent proposal. i think there’s a lot of potential there.”

“thank you mr. wayne.”

“bruce, please. i’ve actually been thinking about starting a new outreach division specifically working with the youth of gotham. when that happens, i’d like for you to head that department.”

you stare at him in shock for a moment then finally speak up.

“really? you want me?”

“you clearly have a passion for this. we need that.”

“wow. thank you. i’d be very interested in that.”

heading a division? in a program you care deeply about? this is much better than you had hoped for.

“great. i’ll be in touch and we’ll get started soon.”

“perfect. thank you mr. wa..”

“please, just call me bruce.”

you feel yourself blush a bit.

“bruce, thank you. thank you so much for this opportunity.”

“it’s my pleasure. i’m happy to give the position to someone who really cares about it.”

“i do, very much.”

bruce just smiles as he starts out the room.

“it was nice meeting you. and i’m looking forward to working with you on this.” he says.

“it was nice meeting you too. thank you, again.”

bruce smiles as he exits the room and you watch him through the glass as he makes his way down the hall.

you can’t believe it. this is the perfect opportunity for you. you spend the rest of the day too distracted by glee to focus on your spreadsheets. this is life changing. you can’t help but think of bruce differently too. he’d been up to your floor for meetings many times before, but this was the first time you were sitting in too. you’d always pictured him, frankly, not very positively. you knew this company was a great one and you were proud to work here, but now you’re feeling even better about being a part of wayne enterprises’ legacy.

at 5:36, you start gathering your things to go home. after organizing your desk and grabbing your bag, you start heading out of the office and to the elevators to the garage. you’re the last one to leave on your floor—even mr. glass left early—so you wait by the elevators alone. you hear the familiar ding and the doors open to reveal bruce wayne inside. he’s flipping through some pages in a manila folder when he looks up at you and smiles.

“hello,” he says pleasantly. “last one out?”

“yes, it’s just me.”

“what floor?”

“one, please.”

he presses the button, the button stating GF already glowing.

“thank you.”

the rest of the elevator ride is silent. bruce seems enveloped in this folder and you aren’t much of a talker anyways. the doors open and you start to exit the elevator, when bruce says,

“i’d like to start this project as soon as possible, monday.”

you stop and turn to face him. he’s smiling lightly and you smile back.

“that would be perfect. i’m very excited to start working on it.”

“i am as well. and i’m looking forward to working with you more closely too.”

“thank you bruce. i look forward to that as well.” and with that, the elevator doors close between you.

you smile again, thinking more about this job. but you realize you’re not just excited about the position, but the close proximity you’ll be working with bruce now. and how he said he’s looking forward to it.

you quickly dispel the thoughts from your mind. you’re frustrated at yourself for thinking of something so unprofessional. he was bruce wayne, for gods sake. your boss. any other notions needed to be eliminated, especially before starting this new position. you can’t afford something like that distracting you from doing your job and doing it well.

the weekend is spent with you primarily working on the project. you want everything ready to go and well-organized on monday. you want every detail planned out, to the tee. sunday night, you have all your folders, planners, binders, and other papers, all organized, sitting at the table by the door so you don’t forget them. you finally allow yourself to relax a minute before going to bed, so you draw a bath. you sit by the tub and watch it fill with the warm water, letting your mind wander. the rush of the water streaming out of the faucet provides the perfect white noise for you to get lost in a daydream. you think of this job, the company… bruce. when your mind starts to think of him, you let it stay on the thought. the thought of him, how nice he was to you during the meeting and afterwards. the elevator ride and his sweet goodbye. you think of his smile and you find yourself smiling too.

the sound of the water overflowing the tub jolts you out of your dream state.

“shit!”

you shut the faucet off and pull the plug on the tub drain to let the water go back down. you grab a few towels and try to mop the water up off the floor, leaving them in a wet pile by the door. you’re not feeling very relaxed anymore and don’t quite feel like a bath, but you’re not about to let this water go to waste. so, you slip your bathrobe off and slide into the water, grateful it’s still warm. you let out a sigh and close your eyes, trying to find serenity. again, your mind goes back to bruce. you can’t believe you’re allowing yourself to develop a crush on him. are you in elementary school? this is your boss, you can’t let these thoughts jeopardize this amazing career development.

you sit there for a while, until the water starts to cool down and your fingers start to prune. you get out of the tub and drain it, then grab your wet towels and bring them to the laundry room to wash. you take your robe off, the cold air stinging your naked body, and throw it in the washing machine too. you make a stop at the thermostat to turn it up as you make your way to your bedroom. you slip into pajamas and gingerly walk to the window and look out over the cityscape, the foggy night sky making it look spooky as ever. you allow yourself one last thought of bruce before you get into bed and fall asleep.

you wake up extra early monday morning and head straight to work. the ice has luckily been cleared a bit by gotham’s snow plows, but that doesn’t stop the traffic from forming. it’s okay, you gave yourself plenty of time to get there.

you get up to your floor almost an hour early and make a cup of coffee in the break room. at least one positive of coming in this early, no one’s using your mug.

you sit down at your desk and start running through your folder for the project, drinking your coffee until the mug is almost dry.

“good morning.”

you’re startled by a low voice behind you. it’s bruce.

“good morning bruce. you’re in early.”

“i could say the same to you.”

“i’m just ready to get started.”

“well great. we’ll get things started once everyone else gets in.” he points to your near-empty mug. “more coffee?”

“oh, sure. thank you.”

“how do you take it?”

“just black, please.”

bruce picks up your cup and takes it back to the conference room, his own mug in his other hand. he comes back with two steaming cups and sets yours back on your desk.

“thank you.” you say, picking it up and taking a sip.

“of course. so, how was your weekend?”

“it was good. mostly just working on this.” you pat your folder, gesturing to the project.

“i hope you were able to get some rest in too.”

“i was, yes. and you? how was your weekend?”

“oh, fairly uneventful. i spent most of it working as well.”

“well, i hope you were able to get some rest in too.” you say with a smile.

bruce smiles back

“i was, yes.”

the two of you continue talking at your desk as the first few members of your team start to trickle in.

when the rest of your team arrives, you and bruce all meet in the conference room to discuss strategies and begin the plans for this venture. it’s a productive day, with you sharing your thoughts on how to increase efficiency and bruce bouncing off your ideas. you realize you two work well together, your shared values and ideals harmonizing with each other to create a thought out and amazing plan. you start packing up feeling even more confident with this new position and you already cannot wait to keep going with it.

at the end of the day, bruce finds you again at the elevator, and this time the ride isn’t filled with awkward silence but with engaged conversation between colleagues.

“i enjoyed hearing about your plans to bring this project into gotham’s schools. your point about giving each classroom the proper curriculum via new technology was especially helpful.” bruce smiles at you and you can’t help but feel proud of yourself.

“thank you bruce. i think the whole team was able to work very well together and we made some great progress today.”

“i think so too.”

the elevator dings and the doors open to the garage.

“well, thank you again. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“see you tomorrow.” he says with a smile.

you walk towards your car with your back facing the elevator when you hear the doors close. and then footsteps coming up behind you.

bruce taps your shoulder.

“would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

you’re shocked at his question and, truthfully, your first instinct is to decline. he must sense your apprehension because he starts to backpedal on his question.

“if you have plans, or just don’t want to, i understand.”

“no… i would be happy to have dinner with you.”

“great. we can go down to my car if you’d like.”

“sure.” you say with a smile. as you follow behind him back to the elevator to go to the ground floor, you feel yourself blushing.

the two of you make it to the lobby and you realize how rarely you actually see this part of the offices, with your daily routine utilizing the parking garage every day since you started working here. bruce’s car is brought around front and he opens the passenger door for you to get in.

you make small talk as you drive to his home. you talk about work, how exciting the project is. you talk about the weather, how it’s nice that the ice is clearing. it’s a pleasant drive with bruce at the wheel. when you get to his home, bruce comes around and opens the car door for you again and you head up the steps to his front door. you enter into his insanely large home and are in awe of how just one person can inhabit so much space.

“good evening, master bruce. dinner is almost ready.” an older gentleman greets you two as you enter.

“this is alfred,” bruce introduces him. “he takes care of a some things around here.”

“i take care of everything around here. pleasure to meet you.” alfred offers a hand to shake.

“the pleasure is all mine, alfred.” you say with a chuckle.

“we can wait in the living room. i’ll start a fire.” bruce says.

alfred makes his way to the kitchen as you follow bruce to what you assume is one of multiple living rooms in the house. he puts some logs in and starts a fire in the almost-comically large fireplace then sits down next to you on the sofa.

“dinner smells delicious.” you say, filling the air with light conversation to accompany the crackle of the fire.

“alfred is an amazing cook. i’ve tried to learn from him but i suppose it just wasn’t in the cards for me.”

“i never really learned either. my mother was a great cook too. i wish she had been able to teach me… she passed when i was very young. that’s actually one of the few things i remember about her, her cooking.”

you don’t know why you suddenly started talking about your mother. it’s not exactly light fireside conversation.

“i’m sorry…” bruce says quietly.

“it’s okay. it was a long time ago, and my father and i were able to grow a lot closer over the years.”

“are you and your father still close?”

“he.. actually is gone too. he died of cancer a few years ago. losing my mother was hard, of course. but losing my dad… he was all i knew for so long. all we had was each other.” you start to feel yourself welling up, and you realize you’ve never talked about this with anyone else before.

bruce sits there quietly, and you try to fight the tears but when one falls, the others follow suit.

“i’m sorry…” you start as you try to wipe them away.

“don’t be.” bruce says quietly as he gently wipes a tear off your cheek. he lets his hand stay there, his thumb resting gently on your cheekbone.

you lock your eyes with his and just as you start to get your tears under control, bruce leans in and lightly kisses you. and though you know he’s your boss and you know it’s unprofessional… you don’t stop him. instead, you look at him, and then lean in yourself and kiss him back, stronger. the light of the fire casts dancing shadows across the two of you as you fall into each other on the ornate sofa. dinner has left your mind, work has left your mind, everything has left your mind. everything but him.

you continue kissing, passion growing more and more as the fire grows too. he’s unbuttoning your shirt and you’re taking off his jacket. shoes are kicked off and before it continues, he’s scooping you up with his arms under your knees and around your shoulders, carrying you up the stairs to what you assume is his bedroom. he opens the door and not-so gently puts you on the bed. he finishes undressing himself and then starts taking your clothes off too. he slides your pants down and off your legs and lifts your shirt off, leaving your arms laying above your head. you feel vulnerable, yet when he gets on top, you somehow also feel safe, it just all feels so right. this intensity, this passion, this craving you have for each other is more than you bargained for but also, somehow, everything you ever wanted.

you finish, bruce quick to follow. you only now start to think about how loud you must have been. you both lay there, catching your breath, sweating, and realize how fast the time has gone by. you’ve definitely missed dinner.

bruce finds you an oversized t-shirt and a pair of his boxers for you to wear. he finds a shirt for himself and slips a pair of sweatpants on. you and him make it back downstairs to find that alfred has stored your dinner in the fridge and left instructions on how to properly heat it up. you and bruce laugh at each other for not knowing how to work the stove as you stumble through alfred’s pointers, but you both finally manage to reheat the meal and go back to the living room to eat. with the fire burning its last embers, you and bruce eat your dinner under the low orange light by the fireplace. you talk about nothing yet about everything as you enjoy the delicious late-night dinner. bruce takes your plate to the kitchen and washes the dishes as you bask in the final warmth of the fire.

“i may not be able to cook,” bruce starts as he makes his way back to you. “but i at least know how to clean up after myself. alfred left another note saying to leave the dishes to him, but i figured i’d save him a few extra minutes.”

“how very kind of you.” you say, teasingly.

“well, i am extremely generous.” he says with a sarcastic tone.

you laugh and when he sits back down next to you, you pull him in and kiss him. he cradles your jaw in his palm and kisses you back, his thumb gently rubbing your temple. he pulls away and kisses your forehead. exhaustion gets the better of you and you yawn.

“you tired?” he says smiling.

“no, of course not. i’m as awake as ever, i could run a marathon.” if your sarcastic tone didn’t make it clear you were indeed tired, the second yawn surely did.

he chuckles and stands, taking your hand in his as he leads you back upstairs.

“i have a guest room if you want it, right there down the hall.” he says, pointing ahead.

you look down the hall then back up at him.

“or…”

he chuckles lightly and grabs your hand again, taking you back into his room. you get under the covers with him and he lays down on his back as you curl up next to him, resting your arm across his stomach and your head on his chest. his steady heartbeat and his gentle stroking of your arm lulls you quickly to sleep. as you lay there, seduced into a deep slumber by the warmth and comfort, you dream only of bruce.

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[writingjourney]

I Knew Nothing But Shadows pt. 11

Chapter 11: No Going Back

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Story Summary:

Curious circumstances and a questionable curse from your childhood led you to becoming the resident artist of the local Satanic Church – and a sinister night you’d truly rather forget. Years later, you’re presented with another chance at proving your artistic worth. Only this time, you’re kind of falling for the awkward anti-pope who sits for you and he is oddly interested in the intricacies of your past that you’re so desperately trying to hide. (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary:

The tension between you and Copia is getting hard to fight, just like your feelings for each other, and not even work, meetings or a persistent roommate can distract you.

Chapter Content: 12k words, implied past trauma/past wounds, body issues/scars, there is SMUT in here, a lot of it (oral m and f receiving, p in v, emotional sex, body worship), MDNI, 18+

SIDE NOTE: If you want to be tagged in chapters in the future pls let me know!! :)

So yeah I guess this is happening :D This chapter gave me a LOT of trouble, I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think ♡ (Also I'm sorry if there's some typos still in the second half, I did not have the energy today to edit everything twice. I'll go over it again later and change what needs changing, I hope it's not too bad)

[nalyra-dreaming]

Heeey, Nalyra :)) same anon about marius/ armand as before!! :D

Yeah, I agree that what they're portraying in the show is hinted in the books, in some way or another. I understand why some people would say Amadeo was "groomed and abused" by his maker, though the show is making me feel like when GOT changed daenerys' first time in the show.

Now, you and someone else touched on the topic of rebranding memory and even that Santino might have made Armand think Marius whored him out. Do you think that Armand might be, alongside these things Santino might have put inside his head as he was brainwashed, lying to himself, trying to make Marius seem worse than he was? As if Amadeo had no choice, as if he was just his slave and not had became his lover? I could see that, especially if he has already met Marius in the show and is disappointed he didn't look for him for so long when he thought Marius to be dead

anyway, thank you so much for the response!! sorry for any typos or gramma mistakes, when i read your ask i noticed i had made some haha English is not my first language :p

Well, I mean... within the context of the torture and the cult mentality they had... them trying to "rebrand" what Armand and Marius had there would fit, imho.

Armand was brain washed, for centuries. That is no trifle.

As stated before, I do not want to take away from the show pointing out certain things here. (And as said I do like them putting their fingers into wounds. And I DO think the books more than hint.) But the show also plays with "memory is a monster" and this is definitely an instance of that. Worse even, since it was literal brain washing and torture.

There is also the aspect that Armand might have also realigned some things that happened simply to deal over time. To deal with the loss, to deal with the void within himself. Marius was taken from him after all, and he did think him dead for centuries. Eventually he likely had to harden himself, or he would have perished.

Given how the show is structured I don't think we will get the full picture here for a while yet.

And yes, I also think that the Armand in Dubai might already know Marius is alive... but he and Marius were not always on the best of terms (in the books), given history (very understandable, imho). It's very complicated and I do not see the show shying away from the parallels and reasons for Armand's fear of abandonment there either.

I don't think the Armand in Dubai has any reason to soften Marius, even if he knows already he is alive. As said before, I can easily see it having been Marius who did the "final edit" on Daniel's brain... at some point of the relationship. And Armand... would not have taken kindly to that I think.

[crimetimesteadicam]

ok @morporkian-cryptid tagged me to do this fic author interview so here we go...

if you would like to do this, i am officially tagging you, yes you, right now. tag me back so i can see your answers

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

i got 40

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,044,749

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

sorry like none of these are lupin iii. a blight on my lupin iii blog

Wabisabi (991 kudos) - Spirited Away. idk it's short and cute, read it

BONES OF BLACK MARROW (952 kudos) - Homestuck. the infamous cyoa cannibalism sex fic. scrolling through the things people say about it in the bookmarks is always so funny

Cum mortuis in lingua mortua (925 kudos) - Homestuck. no clue why it has so many kudos lol it was like the first long thing i've ever wrote (a whole decade ago??? jesus). it's a d&d/discworld joke

Vanitas vanitatum (914 kudos) - Homestuck. the same d&d/discworld joke except the LI is turbo depressed. notable for being the only fic i ever outlined and edited and that's why it whips

Supermassive Retinol Overdose! (677 kudos) - hey look, a lupin fic made it on here!

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do when i have something meaningful to say besides "thank you!" i don't have a lot of thoughts about my own work so therefore i tend to not respond if there's not a direct question :( my head is empty. i always respond to every single comment on the last chapter of longfics though because i'm always impressed people read that far lol. genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading all that

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

idk uhhhh i wrote a series once where two of the main couples break up at the end, but it wasn't really angsty

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

they all end pretty happily

7. Do you write crossovers?

if i did it was so long ago i don't remember it

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

no but people used to send passive aggressive hate about my art in fics once in a while. hasn't happened in like 2+ years

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes. every kind. EVERY KIND

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

a bot will sometimes scrape my high kudos homestuck fics and plant them on a junk ebook site

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah i think like 7 of them got translated into russian and do numbers on ficbook.net

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

in the past me and my friend would sit around a laptop and scream laugh write our way through crack fics

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

right now it's jiglup and fujilup

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i finish almost all my WIPs because i'm a freak. if i don't finish a WIP it's because some dramatic life event happened. this has only occurred two times

15. What are your writing strengths?

im a funny binch

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i don't outline or edit or re-read any of my fanfic. i just type it and then eyeball it for typos and then post it. i COULD outline and such to really make the narrative nice and tight, but i don't find it very fun to do (for fanfic) and this is like, my relaxing wind down hobby. i just wanna have fun haha. the only reason my fics like, make sense, is because i write at least one ending scene first thing and always aim for that, and also i write out of order so i kinda know the route of the story

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

it's fine if it makes sense to do it there as a narrative device

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

h-hetalia crack fic.....

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

once i figure out how to draw zenigata it's over for you bitches. luzeni hours on da clock

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

for lupin iii fic, i like Lightkeepers the best

[withered-blossoms]

(Withered Blossoms)

WEAK (Genshin Ajax fic)

A/N: hi it's me, the creator of the ever-cursed SHREBEK. I'm not sorry for traumatising yall, but I hope this Ajax fanfic will reduce the damage ^~^ anyways, it's been years since I last wrote, so my writing skills are a little rusty, apologies for that. Also, do ignore any typos or errors, though I yall point it out I'll edit it. That being said, I hope yall enjoy :D

@astaroth-demon-go-brrr came up with the idea for the fanfic and I decided to write it for her, so Asta, I hope you enjoy it 6w6

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It’s… cold.

Very much so that it’s freezing him right up to his very core. He never expected that he’d one day ever feel the merciless chill gnawing away at his bones, his nerves, his senses, seeing how he DID grow up in the blizzards and was technically built for it. But this? This was worse than any snowstorm that had ever engulfed his house; this one swallowed his very being as if he were but mere prey, nothing but sustenance for a larger living and that it was all he was worth.

Right. Of course. Whoever said his life mattered?

He is a Harbinger, a pawn at the mercy of the almighty Tsaritsa, albeit a higher-ranked one. A little card soldier who heeds her every beck and call, who carries out her commands flawlessly and brings her plans to reality at each dismissive flick of her deceptively delicate wrist, who should have no thoughts but to do his job and thus have some value or risk being discarded. After all, that’s what string puppets do— to move, sway, attack, it’s all up to the puppeteer. The dolls, or weapon in his case, should not have other wills, or any at all.

And now, his worth was being questioned, balanced on one end of a scale that was threatening —fated, even— to tip towards the empty side. 

  He was aware of the ruckus he stirred up in the other nation, albeit not of his own will, but that did not matter. And her 11th harbinger was now suffering from the consequences of enlarging the distance between her and her goal. 

  Childe knew, more clearly than others did, that regarding his upfront attitude towards his enemies and those standing in his way, the Tsaritsa had always turned a blind eye, choosing to ignore it so long as it did not harm her benefits. She cared not for the process, so the subjective never mattered to Her Majesty, for her chilly sights were set on nothing but the results. But now, when that very same publicity and attention Tartaglia gained for himself reared its head and turned around to bite not just him, but also Her Majesty, she did not favour nor tolerate it. Not when the gnosis was now harder to attain and plans having to be postponed. Thus, she had to make the perpetrator reap what he sowed.

With his bangs covering his eyes and how he knelt before the Tsaritsa, one would easily mistake this display of submission and devotion for fear and defeat, resignation even. Their minds would change though, the moment they see the thrill and seemingly manic excitement in his eyes that he suppresses, now alive with that spark that he gets whenever he battles. It took all the finely-honed weapon of war had in himself to stop his shoulders from betraying his emotions; to keep his true emotions under wraps. Cleverly drawing the curtains and hiding the window to his soul from the piercing gaze of the Cryo Archon, he opts to fool the bystanders instead. Wasn’t he so generous to let those wishing and praying for his fall witness their dreams materialise? It would be most amusing to see how long those fools can laugh for IF he makes it out alive after all.

Despite how cunning he could be when needed, Ajax would not lie. His ruler had a strong domineering aura that struck fear into the blood pump residing in her subordinates’ chests, including his. However, right this instant, where he was most likely half a foot through Death’s door and into his own coffin, the adrenaline pumping through his veins had erased most of what little fear he felt, leaving behind the sensation of being alive that he’s always craved. To be this close to dying at the hands of one of the strongest people he’d ever met, one he fervently wished to fight one day and had sworn loyalty to much less, lit up his nerves and brought him a thrill he never thought he’d ever experience. No, this was so much more exhilarating than merely defeating strong foes with the weapon he’s weakest with, for their strength could and can never hold a candle to the God’s. 

  And right now, the very same diving being was holding him on trial.

As always, he feared not death. One who is in his shoes and has personally experienced what his eyes had displayed on his retina would not either, this was a given. But, if he were to lose his life right here and now, Celestia knows what his family would suffer under the hands of their “caretakers”. He couldn’t allow that; his precious siblings —especially Teucer, Tonia and Anthon— were not trained to handle them like he. They would not last even a second in this exquisite masquerade ball, and he would rather they not have the blessing or fortune to enjoy a feast at Swan Goose Gate.

  So no, dying is not an option. He would not go down without a fight; he refuses to. As much as he respects the one on the throne, he will not just let his life be taken away like that, not when his siblings are still in the hands on those claiming to care for them on his behalf. Being dense was not his forte; he knew crystal clear wheat that “care-taking” entailed and that it was but a pretty decoration to cover up the dark depths lurking underneath. With that in mind, he had already made preparations to deal with the icicle that would no doubt pierce his heart with razor-sharp precision. But as always, a certain someone stayed true to the role he once playfully gave them, sticking to their title as the one unpredictable factor in his life. 

The small breeze from their speed volunteered to serve as a brief warning about the warm droplets hitting his rosy cheeks just a second later.

The light falling upon that person’s form softly illuminated their silhouette, their back facing him, and in that one moment he thought that he had died and gone to the wrong place. It did not make sense; the lack of pain from having his heart pierced aside, he should not be seeing an ethereal angel considering the sheer amount of blood staining his hands. But then why was this angel bleeding from their back? Do angels bleed? Surely their blood was not red in colour….?

He did not know if it was the blinding contrast between the dark red liquid and the pristine white floors of the icy palace tiles that finally brought him back to Earth, but his brain finally registered that the one shielding him from the blinding glare of the lights was not a supernatural servant of God. Instead, it was someone more mortal and more realistic. It was….you.

You, who had been assigned as his little assistant and who he eventually became close friends with. You, who had cleaned up each and every one of his messes, albeit with a few complaints here and there that he never took to heart and that you never meant. You, who he watched play with his siblings in the snow and graced him with such a heartwarming sight. You, who he had secretly cherished and thanked the gods for, despite never once believing in their existence nor divination. You, who had been watching from the sidelines, brimming with worry. 

…And you, who now took the verdict for him. 

He finally believed those who once shared that time will seemingly slow down as a life-changing event occurred before their eyes. They were not kidding; because if they were, then why was gravity working so slowly on your weakened form? Why were his arms so slow in reaching to cushion your fall? Time had not come to a standstill nor even slowed, yet those blue orbs resting in their sockets chose to deceive him so. He could only thank his reflexes for still being able to soften your landing, as discreetly as he had to do it.  

He should be happy; elated even, that you are finally in his arms. So why did it all feel so wrong? His dreams of holding you and trapping you in his warm embrace should not be realised this way, not when you replaced him at Death’s door. There should have been a fireplace in front of the two of you and a blanket around your shoulders as he shared his warmth with you and fought off the cold threatening to make you shiver. There should not be more blood coating his hands —yours, no less— nor should you be smiling up at him in such a comforting manner. 

  The ringing in his ears was annoying, even more so when accompanied by an underlying buzzing. He couldn’t care less though, it wasn’t important. Because for the first time in his life, he did not know how to react, unable to register nor comprehend the scene before him. But his body, conditioned to react quickly, froze his expression into that of a neutral one so as to hide his shock. The manic spark of life in those blue orbs had died the moment you fell from the grace he swore you personify, replaced by those dull, dead ones that had never once fell upon your form. But how could they shine or brim with life again, when the source of light was now falling through his fingertips like sand?

  If only he had been more careful, more diligent. If only he had been more discreet. If only he had learnt he ways of puppeteering as his fellow Harbingers had. If only he had mastered being behind the scenes instead of being the odd one out. If only if only if only—

No, that was wrong. There were no ifs. He should have been stronger, faster, smarter, more flawless in the execution of his mission, you would not have suffered such a fate. He could not even weep for the bright future you so willingly gave up for him, for the one he had held dear and subsequently lost, for your tragic demise. He could not even try to save you, to try and reduce the amount of blood flowing from your wound, to at the very least share his body heat with you so that you would not leave in the cold. 

And yet he could not, not when the Tsaritsa was watching along with the other Harbingers, eyes searching for any more cracks in that cold, indifferent mask of his. This way, they could dig their blood-stained fingers into every nook and cranny in an attempt to witness and dissect every vulnerability he had to offer. 

He knew, and so he would not allow them to. For within these glorious palace walls, a thinly-veiled masquerade ball is held. Weaknesses have no place in such dangerous settings, much less those who are full of them. With how experienced you are, he knew you were well aware of that. Otherwise, your digits, now curled up into your palms in a hidden display of self-control, would have long reached for his face and wiped away the tears that he had stopped from falling. In a soft voice, you would have coaxed him out of the bad habit of repressing and hiding his true emotions and teased him. Yet the last thing you left behind for him was six words that you mouthed, that he had and will never hear(d) flowing from your lips again.

 “I love you, please live on.”

The bare minimum was what he was unable to provide for you, and so he paid the price. It was not a cheap one either, since he had to kneel there watching you suck in and let out your last breath, mustering the barest hint of a smile with your remaining strength and slightly curling your fingers around his before going limp, all the while having to hide his sorrow and feelings. 

All because he was too weak.

…It truly was unfortunate that the heavens had a taste for much crueler endings.

[prismaticpichu]

Zack & Sephiroth Floofcanon #…! I have no idea I lost track when the Trojan war began.

(This is still Weenie Hut Jrs I didn’t forget!)

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Due to his english skills capping at the 7th grade, as he skedaddled off to join SOLDIER, Zack’s mission reports weren’t allllwaayys in squeaky-clean condition. Yessir, he could absolutely recap the events of the missions—almost telling stories of how he obliterated that horde of Ahriman or how he caught that Wutai spy masquerading as a crossing guard. But when it comes to the nitty-gritty stuff… yeahhh those things were littered with typos, grammatical errors, and very colloquial yee-haw language (like me! *clears throat* sorry). Not exactly what Lazard was hoping for, in terms of his elite SOLDIERs.

Luckily, Zack’s got someone who had his back.

Sephiroth was pretty appalled upon first reading Zack’s reports, in the early stages of their friendship. “Gonna?” He was seriously using “gonna”?? Angeal should have taught him better…! But it wasn’t long until he came to realize that only Firsts were required to write up reports, and Zack was only promoted once Angeal was gone. Couple that with his severed education and it really wasn’t the pupper’s fault. And how would it look if one of the men under his command was sending lousy reports…? He needed to help in some way. And so he did!

Over time, as their bond budded and blossomed, the two developed a system: Zack would go on missions, writing up his reports in vivid detail in his little tent. And then, instead of sending them to Lazard, bleeding with all sorts of red underlines, he sent them off to Sephiroth; there the man would grammarly-scan the pages and manually fix any errors himself. Hallelujah!! Some might say it’s mundane, or tedious, or just adding to the already mountainous pile of work he already had… but in actuality. It’s one of Sephiroth’s favorite things to do: he loved reading Zack’s colorful descriptions, seeing the world through his kaleidoscope of a lens; he loved being able to experience that childlike, wondrous perspective and have it be shared with him. To experience it himself. A million missions he went on over the years, and sometimes the most exciting ones are right from his desk <33

(Ofc, it’s more than jusssst the free editing service.)

As their buddiness became even stronger, more additions were sprinkled into the system. Most notably, now that the reports were being sent to Sephiroth first, Zack began tagging on little messages at the end for Seph and only Seph to see. Tiny little notes and reminders like the thingies someone might write on their kid’s napkin for lunch. They’re one of the only things that brings a smile to his face when the pupper is gone.

Hey pal! :D I miss you so much! Don’t forget to eat again!

Hey Seph! I know I’m not there right now, but I’m thinking of you!

I really wish you were here, Seph :))) Missions are never the same without ya. And guess what???? I completely took down Ifrit this time! You didn’t need to save my butt! :DD (though I slipped on a rock and fell on it afterwards).

And when the pupper eventually came home, after a day or week or two, Sephiroth was there waiting for him. Nothing could beat hugging seeing his best friend in person, spewing his wonderful colloquial slang and all <333

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for existing (and not being able to stop others of my species from being mean)?

I (?? M? I’m not very sure, my memory is bad, but I think I’ve been alive for a while) was supposed to be a part of a hivemind? I think? But I came out wrong. My creator sent me to this really nice planet because I was deformed. A while after that, one of my species (??? M, I’ll call him B!) was sent here too! B was really mean though, and he kept trying to hide from everyone, even me. I don’t remember what happened, but he got really sad (mad?) and did some bad things, so my friend (??? NB! I’ll call them K!) went to stop him! I don’t remember what happened when K got to him, but he’s gone now. I kinda feel bad about it, maybe all he needed was a friend…

What was I talking about…? Oh! Anyway, my creator (???? NB, I’ll call them Z!) showed up sometime after B disappeared, and started being mean too! So K and I went to stop them. Z ended up disappearing for a while too, but they were mean so I didn’t mind. I don’t really remember how long it’s been since then, but Z came back and they looked different (at least, that’s what K told me, I think) and they were being mean again, not just on this nice planet but some other planets too! K took care of it with some of his other friends.

Anyway, when B and Z showed up, the king (?? M, I’ll call him D) was really affected by them. K said he was… possessed? I think? By both of them (and another one of my species, K told me it happened when Z showed up again). Anyway, for a while D was really scared of me because of them. It made me feel really guilty because I’m a part of the species that hurt him, and I couldn’t do anything to stop them.

AITA?

Edit: I forgot to mention something! It’s been a few years since B and Z showed up (K told me it’s been a few years, so I’ll believe him!), and K talked to D a year after everything happened. K said D isn’t scared of me anymore because I’m nice and I haven’t been mean to him! I still feel really guilty though…

Edit 2: I got a friend to fix the typos! Sorry that this was really hard to read for a while, typing with a tongue is hard :(

Edit 3: I just remembered!! K says hi!

[puppy-phum]

omg ik I'm very late but first of all CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE VISHI 🌹🎉😍✨🥺❤️🥳💕🥰💖😘 and i hope the prompts are still open lol.

i'm not sure if you're watching My School President, but i feel it's OST song Come Closer by Ford Arun would fit perfectly on PatPran.

I long for your words, whispering those sweet words

If you only knew when I first saw you

You’re all I dreamed of, my heart skips a beat when you’re near

When you’re by my side, when you look into my eyes

A little closer, please come a bit closer

To hear my love

do what you will with this 💌

feels fitting that the way you were "late" (never my dear, never), i am horribly late with responding to this prompt too. i am so very sorry. i hope this was worth the long wait ♥

here's what became of this one

it so happens that back when i received your prompt, i hadn't watched my school president yet. i wasn't planning on watching it but i finally did before the last episode aired. it was... god that show was wonderful. it was so good and sweet and warm in so many ways. the songs were amazing. and it was a joy to use the most stunning one for this edit ♥

(my only grievance is that i didn't get t capture the prom night-glimmer everywhere-stars in the sky and in your eyes-everything is magic -feeling this would've deserved. but maybe next time?)

i did struggle with the edit tho :'D mimi @dimpledpran can tell you how much i whined about making this (it was BAD). between working and studying, i already had only slim moments to work on this one and then hit a huge editing block for some reason. i didn't feel... inspired. which was horrible for me bc i am always inspired! it's like my curse. but anyway.

(i don't mean my lack of inspiration was bc of this prompt btw. or bc of the show choice or bc of patpran. it just... happened. ugh.)

i struggled with the layout the most and the typo and its placement. everything felt like i had already done it or someone else had done it better. but i got over it, eventually. it was a journey with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. especially tears. at least i didn't throw my laptop out the window or anything.

but! am still going to end this by saying that i thank you for this edit and allowing me to do this! i still had fun. i feel better now while looking at this.

love you, vi ♥ have a wonderful rest of your week!

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: jin's trying to teach y/n how to slice an apple properly and she's having none of it

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; culinarystudent!seokjinniverse!! honk honk humour!! smerhaps smut!! y/n's a moron in the kitchen but jin likes to take care of her so it's okay!!

➺ wordcount; 1.4k

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"what... are you doing?"

there are a lot of reasons as to why jin doesn't want you to wander off into his kitchen without his strict supervision

first of all, you're very messy: you leave paper towels everywhere, you place knives on the edge of the counter so that the handles are hanging off and just waiting to be knocked over, and there was that one time you spilled a whole pot of tomato sauce when the two of you were making homemade pizza together

second of all, you don't like to play by the rules (as seen by your ramen can be cooked in a coffee pot and bacon can be fried with an iron! mentality) — but when it comes to the kitchen, jin really, really needs you to play by the rules because you could end up hurting yourself somehow if you start goofing around!

and what you're doing right now is most definitely not playing by the rules, which is why he needs to step in and do something straight away before you lose a limb

"slicing up apples. duh." you jump when the knife slides off the smooth surface of the apple and you nearly catch the tip of your finger

whoops

you look up to frown at jin before jabbing the knife accusatorially in his direction, "see? you're distracting me!"

"you're using a butterknife to slice apples?" jin asks incredulously before shaking his head and hurrying over to you, "no, no- you are not using a butterknife to cut up anything in my kitchen-"

"what's wrong with using a butterknife??" you tsk, "it's a knife, it can slice into things- as long as it gets the job done, i don't care-"

"but i do!" jin interrupts, gently plucking the butterknife from your fist before placing it into the sink, "why can't you just eat an apple whole?"

"well, i wanna make apple sauce!" you gesture to the array of ingredients that you pulled out from jin's pantry (you tend to take advantage of all of the goodies he has whenever you come over because duh, why not?), "actually, it's not really apple sauce. i want to make apple pie filling and just eat it like apple sauce."

"oh my god, okay-" jin pulls a knife out of the wooden block with a swift shing! before placing it on the chopping board in front of you, "in that case, you're going to have to cut your apples up into decently sized chunks with a proper knife."

"fine, but you are making such a big deal out of this-"

jin's eyes widen in panic when you pick up the knife only to suddenly raise your arm and whack it down against the poor apple like some sort of a mallet

"well, how the tables have turned-" you raise the knife to show him the apple that's now stuck on the sharp blade, "your fancy chef's knife doesn't work."

"okay, it looks like i'm going to have to jump in here-" jin moves over so that he's standing behind you before wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands over yours, "let's put this poor apple out of its misery first-" he hums, guiding your hand over and helping you pull the apple off the blade

"i can do this myself, seokjin-"

"you absolutely cannot do this yourself, y/n-" jin snorts, leaning down to prop his chin upon your shoulder so he can get a better view of the chopping board, "do you want a chunky apple pie filling?"

"ooh, yeah!" you nod enthusiastically, jin immediately sliding his fingers in between yours to keep your hand from moving when you suddenly reach for the apple, "i want, like- i want the chunks to be in, like, cute little cubes-"

"okay, darling- no bouncing like that with a knife in your hand, please-"

"sorry." you immediately stop bouncing on the balls of your feet and you look down at the apple, "okay, chef. show me your ways."

"when it comes to cubing apples, i like to take the top and the bottom off first- and we'll use what's called a santoku knife to do that-" jin places your hand securely atop the apple that's now laying down on its side (while making sure your buttery fingers aren't in the way) before his other hand forces yours down in one swift movement, the top of the apple plopping down on the board

he spins the apple around to the other side and you slice the butt end off as well

(you don't want to toot your own horn or anything but you think you're doing a fantastic job so far)

"-and then we're going to use our paring knife to peel the skin..." jin murmurs, moving your hand and making you set the san...tofu(?) knife down, "hold on, this might work better if you place your hands over mine. that way, you'll know how your hand is supposed to move-"

"okay... so the paring knife..." you place your hands over jin's as he picks up the smaller knife and you watch as he digs the tip around the stem before curling his wrist

"there's still a bit of the stem here and you wanna get rid of it since you obviously won't be eating that..."

unsurprisingly, it doesn't take you very long to lose focus on the apple, your eyes now wandering to your boyfriend's very pretty hands

you could spend hours just looking at them

one of the reasons why you like spending time in the kitchen with jin is not only because he lets you taste-test most of the yummy things he makes but also because you get a chance to watch his hands move... from the way his knuckles tighten when he grips around the handle of a knife... to the way his fingers delicately pluck at the ingredients...

you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth as you trail a finger along the prominent veins at the top of his hands and you're suddenly very aware of the fact that jin's basically got you pressed right up against the kitchen counter

"-and then you're going to go around the apple carefully while keeping your thumb right under for more control..."

jin's voice starts to fade out in the background as the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of what else jin's hands could be doing right now instead of peeling an apple

...

"and now you-" jin pauses when you suddenly pull your hands off of his before twisting around, your arms now hanging loosely around his neck as you lean up to press a warm kiss against his jaw, "you... have successfully peeled an apple."

he immediately bites back a knowing grin as he sets the paring knife down, and he's about to ask you what you think you're doing when he decides that acting as though he has no idea what you're doing might be a better idea

"-eating the core is unpleasant, so we're going to cut around the core instead of slicing the apple directly in half," jin swallows thickly when your hands slide down to pull his hips towards yours, his cheeks flushing slightly when he feels himself twitch in his sweatpants, "the- the key here is a good, sharp knife-"

he really thought he had the upper hand here but his body is betraying him!

"seokjin..."

jin mouths a silent 'oh, god' to himself at the sound of the pitiful little whine slipping past your lips

he loves it when you get needy like this

"i'm- i'm trying to teach you a lesson here, sweetheart-" he clears his throat as he stares down at the apple, suddenly blanking on what his next step should be

how the hell did he forget how to properly slice up an apple?!

"-and i'm trying to tell you that i prefer doing my learning in the bedroom."

...

you hear jin set the knife down with a clatter and it's only a second later that you feel your feet leaving the ground

you can't help but let out a squeal of delight as jin bounces you slightly to adjust your legs around his waist

"you're a real handful, you know that?" jin teases, squeezing under your thighs before letting out a laugh, "god, you drive me crazy-"

"i know-" you manage to swoop your arm down to grab the naked apple before jin starts walking and you bring it up to your mouth to take a bite, "you luhv it, fho-"

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✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here? (full fics!)

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles! mini series!)

🌟or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this one!)

[musingginger]

who’ll stop the rain // eddie munson

Synopsis – You and Eddie get paired in an end of year project, literally a waking tormented nightmare for you. But your nightmare quickly turns into your daydream.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings –18+ only, minors DNI, LOTS of cursing, angst, insecurity, kissing, LOTS of fluff, mutual pining, SMUT, nipple play, thigh grinding, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), protected p + v sex, soft!eddie, a tad bit of possessive!eddie at the end, happy ending.

Word Count – 7.6k (sorry, I just couldn’t stop writing.)

A/N- Thinking about turning this into a series, but not 100% sure on that. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Loved the idea of a pining/angsty fem reader getting thrown for a loop with Eddie Munson AND getting caught in the rain! Title comes from a CCR song (I’ve been listening to a lot of them recently). Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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‘Fuck.’ You thought. Mrs. O’Donnell had just read out partners for your end of year literary project before the weekend. Of course, she paired you with him. Him.

Eddie The Freak Munson. Was it just an act of kindness towards Eddie, since she knew you would carry the entire project if you had to? Or was it to torment you? Did she see how you looked at him in class? How you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind since you saw him Freshman year? Of course, then he was a Junior. You had never entertained the idea that you would be graduating in the same class. It always seemed like his band and his D&D crew took over his every waking thought and the last thing on his mind was his studies.

‘Jesus H. Christ.’  You thought as you brought your gaze over towards him. He simply smiled that charming smirk that got him out of almost everything, and also got him into so much trouble, from what you’ve heard. Your breath caught in your throat as he gave you a little wave.

‘Hey.’ He mouthed. Immediately you turned away, not wanting to show any attraction towards him. Regardless of how you disengaged, you had noticed his staring at you all year. She just HAD to sit you two next to each other. Every time those chocolate brown eyes gazed in your general direction; you felt a deep heat. You couldn’t help it. It was surprising every time.

You turned your face down towards your textbook, darting your eyes away, cheeks turning red. You silently pleaded no one noticed. Finally, the bell rang, and you grabbed your stuff quicker than you ever had before. Typically, you were the last one to leave class, even though it was right before lunch time. Some would call you a brown noser, but those who really knew you, understood that the caf brought you a lot of anxiety, that you tried to avoid at all costs. However, on this day, you felt a light touch on your forearm.

“Hey partner.” The brunette spoke with his sultry voice.

“Hi.” You say curtly, not looking at Eddie. You shuffled into the hallway, trying to put away your anxiety and want, focusing on the squeaking of your converse as you try to put as much distance between you and your secret desire. As you scurried down the linoleum, you felt a breeze behind you, blowing into your long hair, making your green and blue opened flannel float in front of you.

“Wait up!” Eddie called, passing you with ease, standing in your path between you and your sanctuary, the library. He pressed his hand into a nearby locker, making you nearly knock into him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just do the project. You don’t have to do anything.” You say as you desperately try to slide past him.

“Oh, come on now, Y/N. You can’t expect me to not put in any of the work.” Putting up an arm, blocking you. His leather jacket and patch covered jean vest, shifting, showing off more of his Hellfire shirt. ‘How many of those shirts does he have?’

Clearing your throat, “Sure I can, Munson. You’ve failed this class multiple times already. There’s a reason why Ms. O’Donnell put us together. You’ll get a passing grade to graduate. Don’t worry about it.” You’re finally able to slide past him, making a beeline towards the library.

“Wait up!” Eddie yells after you, following into the last place he would be caught seen in. “Wait, hold on, Y/N.” He says breathlessly. After taking a few deep breaths, he continues. “Look, I know I could easily just let you do all the work, but I need to contribute… I… want to help.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine, Munson. What do you want to do to help?”

He scratches the back of his long, curly hair before speaking. “How about, we meet at the picnic table in the trailer park after school. Say… 4pm? And we can work it out then? Unless you’ve got other Friday plans…?”

You take in a deep sigh. “No, no… I- Alright, I’ll meet you there.” You turn heel and almost bolting out of there. Your heart pounding and your chest unable to take a deep breath. ‘This better not be a mistake.’  Pondering as you find a quiet corner amongst the stacks of books to finish off your copy of The Skelton Crew by Stephen King.

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You couldn’t breathe. Your hands were shaking as you walked through the trailer park. You had been here before, as you had become close with Max after the death of her brother, Billy. Surprisingly, you saw the dark, curly haired, leather clad Adonis at the table as you walked up. “I’m shocked you beat me here.” You say with a slight tease.

“Well, when I was paired up with one of the smartest girls in our class, I knew I had to be on my game.” Eddie says, standing up, turning towards you. His grin was more sheepish this time. Was it out of excitement to see you? You shook the thought out of your head. Eddie took off his jean vest and leather jacket, tossing them down with comfortability. “You didn’t walk here, did you?”

“No, um, I borrowed a bike from Wheeler.”

Eddie smirked, knowing that he had told the Hellfire boys about being paired with you. “And how did he get home?”

“With Henderson’s mom of course.” You smiled back, understanding the ridiculousness of it all.

“I was gonna offer you a ride, if you had given me the chance.” He paused slightly. “Or hotwired a car. Either way.” He winked at you.

“Best that you didn’t commit grand theft auto then. Could really hurt your chances with graduating.”

“Oh sweetheart, being a Munson hurt my chances in graduating.”

As you sit, you nod in acknowledgement, his dad’s reputation proceeding him. You start to pull out your worn copy of the American classic and your note pad. “Alright… well… uh… what do you know about To Kill A Mockingbird?” Eddie gives you a small smirk.

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You quickly realize that Eddie didn’t actually read the novel. After two hours of you walking him through the plot he says, “So wait, you’re telling me that he was innocent, was going to be proven innocent and then is killed anyways? Just because he’s black?”

“Yeah, it’s fucked up isn’t it?”

Blinking a few times, Eddie was taken aback by your cursing but appreciated it’s timing. “It’s totally fucked up. Wow. Damn.” He sat in silence for a moment before speaking. “I should really read this book.”

You let out a loud laugh, which make him smile. “Yeah, Munson. You should’ve done that to begin with.”

“M’lady, call me Eddie. Please.” He said, a little dramatically, giving a little seated bow. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. Suddenly, you turn your gaze downward, staring at the grains in the worn picnic table. The feeling of regret about how you had been treating him the last few years starts to well in your chest. You knew that he just a silly, big-hearted teddy bear underneath all that leather and metal, but you didn’t expect him to be so sincere. You start to pick at your dark washed jeans where the knee was starting to wear through. He tilts his head down, trying to meet your eyes with his. Your eyes flutter up, and as soon as they do, you feel a few drops of oncoming rain.

Both of you crane your necks back, looking up at the darkening sky. “It’s not going to rain is it? I didn’t see it on the weather…” Your voice filled with worry.

“Me either.”

“YOU, Eddie Munson, check the weather?”

“Well of course! How else am I supposed to keep this leather in its best condition?” Eddie says playfully, patting his leather jacket, still laying on the table.  You let out a soft laugh, and quickly the sky opens to a down pour.

“Fuck...” He swiftly grabbed your books in one hand, slides his outer layers in the crook of his elbow and takes your arm in the other. He pulls you under a large oak tree, allowing you both to take refuge. His strong grasp on your arm takes the breath out of your chest, his ringed fingers pressing into your soft skin. Pulling you in close to his chest, his long, wet hair tickling your face. He laughs while turning to look at you. His wide smile is hard to resist. You laugh back at him, trying to catch your breath. “You good?” He asks.

“More than good.”

“Here, let me…” He tucks a couple of tendrils behind your ear, with a softness that you didn’t think the freak possessed. Your white tank under your flannel was soaked from the Midwest sky opening up. Rough fingertips found their way to your jawline, as you felt him tremble lightly. “Sorry.” Eddie says quickly, while pulling his hand away from your face.

“Don- Don’t be.”

A long silence filled the air. “Y/N… I gotta confess something…” You nod in assurance, pressing him to continue. “I… shit. Sorry. I’m not great with this… I… um…. I think you’re amazing.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, fighting to get the words out. “You’re wicked smart, and kind towards others, and gorgeous…” He looks down, still holding your arm. “I’m really glad we’re partners.”

Your lips part as you take in a small breath. “I… I am too.”

He looks at you with surprise. “Really? Cause…. the look you gave me today was could’ve cut me like a knife.” He looked down at his hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry about that…” Shaking your head. “I- I don’t know. I was just surprised.”

“Surprised… in a good way or a bad way.”

“I- I don’t know…but I think… in a good way.” You look up at him, his large doe eyes meeting yours. The rain still pours down, getting both of you wet, and yet you didn’t want to leave this moment. Eddie hands you your books, which you grasp close to your chest. “Thanks.” You say softly. His now free hand touches your jaw again, lightly brushing away more of your hair.

In a flash, his lips meet yours. The electricity between makes you feel like you could explode that instant. Your heart POUNDS in against your sternum, making it feel like it could break any moment. You both hold in that sensation for what feels like a lifetime and a millisecond all at once. Eddie suddenly pulls his lips from yours.

“Fuck… s-sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I-I didn’t ask, and I just-” Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips hard against his. It was almost like the rain was coming down as hard as you kissed him. The books pressed into both of your bodies hard, forcing a space between you that you were thankful for. You didn’t know if you had the control in this moment without it. You broke from him, panting, letting out a pant as you smiled.

“Now we’re even.” You say matter of factly. Eddie rubs your arms, feeling you shiver. Partially from the cold of the rain, but partially from the electromagnetic current running between you.

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way, but um… my trailer is close by and uh… you know… you can warm up there.” He suddenly realizes what he could mean by that and studders. “I don’t mean.. like WARM up, but you know.. like you could get warm there…” His face turns pink with fluster as he fumbled over his words, not wanting to mess this up. “My uncle is on a 24 hour shift, and he’s already gone for the night… so.. I mean… if you want…”

You grasp his hand, reassuringly. “I DO want, Eddie… Please, I’m freaking freezing.”

Eddie smiled a wide smile, as he wraps his arm around you. “Ok, we’re gonna have to run. Hold on, sweetheart.” He grips into your waist as you both take off in a sprint. Feeling like a school kid all over again, you both heartily laugh as you cross the field towards his trailer. Stepping up to the door, he lets go of you, fumbling to get his keys out his pocket. He drops his keys on the ground, “Butterfingers.” He mumbles to himself.

You laugh loudly, as you both get completely soaked. “Eddie hurry! The leather!” You joke, loving how the rain was bringing out your playfulness. It had been a while since a guy made you laugh this hard.

“I’m trying, princess. Just hold your horses.” He finally gets a grip on his key and slides it into the lock. He took hold of your hand, as you made your way inside. As you glance back, you see the curtain in Max’s window move. ‘I wonder what she’s going to say about this tomorrow.’ You think as your eyes set sight on the inside of the Munson trailer.

“Sorry about the mess. The maid took the week off.” Eddie says as he desperately tries to clean up the place a little bit.

“It’s ok.” You give him a soft smile while looking around the bachelor pad. Taking note of the guitar picks strewn all over the table, the slight smell of stale cigarettes and weed. Other than the clutter, it was cleaner than you had expected from two single guys. You gently place down your books as you hear Eddie shuffle down the hallway.

“Um, if you want, the bathroom’s down here. A hot bath will help warm you up.” He says loudly enough for you to hear, rummaging through his dresser. “You can wear something of mine until we get your clothes dry.” Coming back into the living room, hair pushed back from his face from how quickly he was walking back to you. “Too much?” He asks as you turn to him sort of wide eyed at his excitement or nervousness. You couldn’t pinpoint which.

“No-not at all. That all sounds great.” You rub your arms, feeling the goosebumps through your shirt. He gives you a wide smile, as he turns back down the hall, starting a bath for you. Eddie’s eyes dart around the bathroom for something to make suds with. He grabs his shower gel, adding a little bit to the water, watching as the tub fills with soft white suds. He runs his hands through the water, watching it swirl before poking his head out into the hall.

“You wanna come test out the water?” The metalhead asks, tilting his head in the direction of the tub. You had been picking at a spot on the cuff of your sleeve, nervousness taking over. Rolling the tiny tuffs of flannel in between your fingers as you peak your head around the door frame, into the tight, but inviting bathroom. Eddie stands up and moves out of the way, letting you squeeze past. Leaning down, and dragging your hand through the perfectly warm water, bubbles popping, slightly tickling you.

“Feels great.” You say as you stand up, practically face to face Eddie, your lips almost touching. The electricity began again, and you watched as the corner of his mouth twitched. God, you were just dying to get his lips on yours again. He smiles shyly before clearing his throat.

“So... I... uh-I got you set up with some dry clothes and uh-a towel.” He pats the crudely folded pile on the toilet seat. “And there’s a lock on the door for your privacy… If you need anything, just shout.”

“Eddie-” You say, grabbing his hand. “Thank you.” He smiles, squeezing your hand and gives you a kiss on the forehead. As he lets go, his fingertips linger on you. He turns back before shutting the door. You sigh, looking at the door lock. You smirk, shaking your head. ‘Always the gentleman.’ You touch the lock about to turn it, but think against it. ‘What if he needs to get in here while I’m in the bath? Would it be the worst thing in the world if he had to barge in?’ You take off your clothes, shivering as you get into the warm, bubble filled waters. You pull your knees up to your chest, pressing your cheek against your kneecaps, breathing in the earthy, sweet smell from the impromptu bubble bath, Irish Spring.

After a little while, you hear something in the hallway that makes you open your eyes. Eddie shuffles down the hallway, settling himself on the floor right outside the bathroom door. He places his guitar on his lap, as he starts to pluck away at the strings softly. The soft music filters in through the door, and you lay back sinking into the bath, closing your eyes again and smiling to yourself. You listen Eddie’s strumming, feeling every chord ripple through your body.

“Mmm… What are you playing?” You ask through the store.

“It’s-ah-it’s N.I.B by Black Sabbath. I’ve been trying to work it out, and I guess you inspired me to pick it back up.”

“Mmmm…I like it.” Your compliment makes Eddie smile to himself, blushing even. He continues through the song, humming the melody along. Your bones finally start to feel warm again, and you grab the deceptively fluffy towel. Throwing on the Dio tee and as you grab the dark grey sweatpants, you notice that Eddie left you a pair of long socks for your feet. For what seems the millionth time that day, you smiled to yourself at his thoughtfulness. ‘This boy better stop being so nice to me, or else I’m gonna fall in love with him.’ Sliding them onto your feet, you open the door, seeing Eddie’s curly mop of hair sitting right outside.

“All warm?” He asks, getting up, holding his behemoth of a guitar in one hand, reaching for your hand with the other. He himself dons an Iron Maiden tee and worn basketball shorts.

“Ye-yeah thanks. That was actually really nice.” You look down as Eddie’s fingers start to lace in with yours. “I don’t think anyone’s ever… uh… you know…done that for me.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Eddie says softly. Darting your gaze up, his eyes looking at you with tenderness. He leans in slowly, capturing your lips with his. You feel a deep heat build in your chest, almost tipping over the edge, as Eddie suddenly breaks the kiss. “It looks, really good on you.” He lightly touches the bottom of the shirt. He smiles and then reaches around you, grabbing your cold, wet clothes from the bathroom sink.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I got this.” He gestures towards the living room. He swiftly moves towards his bedroom, putting his guitar back in its rightful place. “So, are ya hungry?” He turns on a space heater in his room, grabbing a drying rack and placing it right in front. “We don’t really have a whole lot here, unless you like Chef Boyardee. But we could order a pizza? Surfer Boy always does a goo job.” He gently lays your clothes on the rack, so they dry faster. You laugh to yourself a little bit at his charming domesticity before answering.

“I could definitely eat. Pizza sounds great.” Leaning against the kitchen countertop.

Eddie grabs the phone, dialing the number. “What’s your order?”

“It’s probably super predicable, but pepperoni.”

“Nah, who doesn’t like pepperoni?” He smiles, putting the phone to his ear. You pick at the bottom of your borrowed shirt, getting lost in your thoughts. ‘Really, what am I doing here? Did he really mean everything he said, or is it a trick to just get in my pants?’ Shaking your head a little to the words of self-deprecation and doubt filling your mind. ‘There’s no way this is really happening… God I’m such an idiot.’ You hear him put down the phone a little too hard, making you jump.

“Should be here in 15 min- Hey, are you ok, y/n?” He noticed your fidgeting, worried that he might have made you feel uncomfortable. “Look, I know I’m a little, uh, how does Henderson put it… intimidating or- uh- intense, I guess, sometimes.” He starts to fight to get the words out. “I-I don’t want you to think I’m trying anything here. I really did mean everything I said back there about how I feel about you. I’ve been crushing on you for the last year… and I’m just excited I get to spend time with you.” His fingers take the shirt out of your hand, intertwining them with his. “And if you’re uncomfortable with anything, just say the word. Ok?”

You nod. “Ok…” You breathe a little easier, giving him a small smile. “I am really happy I’m here... with you…” Eddie smiles widely. “And, you know, we haven’t put a dent in our project yet.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he groans at you. “I was hoping you forgot out about.”

“No way, Eddie. We’re gonna get you that diploma. You wanna get back to work?”

“I suppose…” Looking up dramatically then looking back at you. “Only you, gorgeous girl, could convince me to focus.” You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your books, still slightly damp from the rain, blushing to yourself.

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It was hard to focus on your project for the next few hours with Eddie sitting across from you. He would gently touch your hand as you were explaining something pivotal, making you flustered. He liked watching you trip over your words and rosiness to your cheeks reappear. At one point, Eddie moved from across the table from you to the seat next to you, pressing his bony knee against yours. A hot white heat radiated from the spot where your knees touched. You could barely take it but had to continue to bring the project back to the center of attention. You suddenly felt a responsibility to get him to graduate.

Eddie sighs, his cheek pressed in his left hand. “Can we take a break? I’m dying for a smoke.”

“We’ve had to take breaks the whole time! You can’t seem to concentrate for more than 15 minutes at a time!” You laugh softly at him.

“Pretty please?” Clasping his hands in front of you, big doe eyes wide and blinking.

“Fine, fine. But we’ve really got to get this project done. I don’t want to keep torturing you.”

Eddie grabs his pack of smokes, opening the trailer door, one foot on the porch. Typically, he would go outside to have a smoke, but since the rain was still going, this was the best he could do. He leaned up against the doorframe, looking over at you.

“With you, it’s not torture.” He gently blows out smoke, smiling before looking down. “I doubt anything I do with you would be considered torture. And besides, it’s not due for another two weeks, right sweetheart?”

The light from the lit bud of his cigarette made his face glow tenderly in the darkness and his rings glint. His eyes bore into you, looking right to your soul. You break eye contact with him, grabbing what’s left of the pizza and start to clean up.

“You don’t have to do that Y/N. I’m gonna do it in a minute.”

“No, no. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Really.” You grab some dish soap from under the sink and start to fill the sink up with warm water.

“Can you just-just sit down please? You’re the guest.”

“You got the pizza. The least I could do is clean up.”

“Oh come on now. Y/n please stop cleaning up. Seriously, I’ve got it.”

He puts out his cigarette on the porch, before swiftly closing the door and the gap between the two of you. Your hands were a millisecond from being in the soapy water when Eddie grabs them. “Don’t you dare….” He holds your hands in front of you as you playfully push your hands towards the sink. He tuts at you shaking his head gently, lacing his fingers with yours. You spin around playfully, laughing and twisting out of his grasp.

A loud, raspy groan comes from his throat as he grabs your waist, pulling you into him. “Didn’t take you for a rebel, Y/L/N…”

“I’m… Full of surprises, Munson….” You say panting softly after your brief roughhousing. Both of your chests heaved with heavy breath when the electricity started again. The playful flirting and teasing over the last few hours broke over him as Eddie’s hand presses into the small of your back securely and he placed his full lips on yours.

A small gasp escapes from your throat, as you melt into his touch. Wrapping your arms around his chest, holding him firmly to you as the kiss deepens. His other hand finds its wait to the back of your neck and into your hair as his lips parted yours. His strong tongue explores your mouth, with passion but a kind gentleness. The rain continues to come down in sheets outside the trailer’s walls.

Eddie’s hand makes its way down your back, to your butt cheek, cradling it, pulling you in closer. Both of you let out a soft moan as he cups your ass, your leg moving up his thigh slightly. You’re pressed against the kitchen counter, digging a little bit into your back. The kiss gets hotter and rougher. Wet sounds and tender moans fill the trailer.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Eddie murmurs as he slides you up onto the counter.

Your hands push some of his hair back from his beautiful face, getting lost in his curls. Sliding them behind his neck, tracing small circles with your thumb as his body pushes into your knees.  His hands are all over your thighs, grabbing them possessively. Needing to have him physically closer, you spread your legs, giving him room to wedge himself between your warm thighs. An immeasurable heat starts to build in your sex, feeling Eddie’s bulge harden with every second.

Eddie slides his hands from your ass to your waist, pulls back and looks at you intently. You try to lean in for another kiss, but he stops you. “Is this ok?” He asks. “We can stop whenever you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t wanna do.” He tucks some of your hair back behind your ear, stroking your cheek.

“I’m ok. I mean…I haven’t done anything like this in a while, but I’m ok, Eddie… Are you ok?” You ask your eyes darting down, feeling a little insecure about what you just admitted.

He tucks his pointer finger under your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “I’m more than ok, sweetheart.” He smiles before kissing you hard on the lips, making his way down your neck. Eddie leaves long, wet kisses trailing down from your jaw to your collarbone. His teeth roughly nip at your neck, not wanting to leave too many marks, as much as he loves to do it. You moan into the ceiling as your hips naturally buck into his bulge. It’s exciting and your heart is going a mile a minute, but it feels so familiar to be in this moment with him.

Eddie’s rough hand tucks under the borrowed shirt and gingerly moves to your bra band. “Eddie, touch me… please…” You breathe in his ear. You hear a low growl coming from his throat as he pulls you off the counter and up against the hallway wall. It’s a flurry of hands and panting, as he strips you off your shirt and you his. He kisses your cleavage, giving you soft bites along the outline of your breasts before he unclasps your bra with one hand. A hard kiss is pressed to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed against his pecs. He pulls back and gets a good look at you.

“Fuck baby…” Eddie’s full lips latch onto your right nipple. You let out a loud whine, the sensitivity was a lot to take already. His strong tongue twirls around the hard bead, and once he was satisfied with the right nipple, he moved to the left. His hand never leaving your other breast, groping it firmly. You sneak your hand down the front of his sweats, cupping his hardness. You gasp as you feel him for the first time. Even through pants, his thickness left you speechless. His eyes roll back as you give it a soft stroke.

“Do you wanna go to my room?” He asks, coming back down to Earth. You nod quickly, and he grabs your hand, sprinting with you down the hallway, making you laugh loudly.

“EDDIE!” You laugh as you fall on the bed. You throw your head back as he peppers your neck and breasts with kisses, long curly tendrils tickling your skin. Large hands grip the elastic waist band of the sweats, looking up at you, waiting for permission.

You nod down at him. “I want you to see me, Eddie….” You say with anticipated breath. Eddie gives you a big, boyish grin, kissing you again, as he pulls down your bottoms gently.

The cool air hits your wet, warm arousal immediately. You’re slightly embarrassed on how wet you are, really showing off your recent inexperience. Bits of your pubic hair clinging to each other with your wetness.

Eddie’s eyes widen with excitement. “Did you get this wet, just for me, honey?” He licks his lips, leaning down, looking back up at you with his big, chocolate eyes. “Can I taste you? Please?” He presses delicate kisses into your inner thighs, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your face flushes a deep red, Eddie’s new favorite color on you as you murmur “Yes.” Eddie gives you a bite on your inner thigh while letting out a snarl with want. He spreads your legs wider kissing your outer lips. You pant softly, gripping onto the comforter. He was looking at your pussy lewdly, before flattening his tongue and licking a long, firm stripe up to your sensitive clit. A loud yelp escapes your mouth, and his lips wrap around the bundle of nerves, letting out a soft hum.

“Oh my god! FUCK!” You yell out at the overwhelming sensation.

“You like that, honey?”

“Yea- don’t-don’t stop!”

Your pleas cause Eddie to smile as he happy obliges. His middle and ring fingers gently rub at your weeping hole. Slowly he probes into your warm pussy, sliding in only up to his first knuckle. His other ringed hand, grips your thigh harder, pressing the cold metal into your now hot skin. You buck your hips against his fingers, wanting more, needing more.

Finally, he fills your pussy with his fingers, pressing the tips into the fleshy area of your G-spot. You let out a low moan as he diligently starts to pump his thick fingers in and out of your tightness. Your right hand finds its way to the top of his head, and your left grips the comforter for dear life. It felt like you were slowly climbing a roller coaster, and all you wanted to do was feel the adrenaline crash over you.

As your orgasm builds, you push Eddie’s mouth harder into your sex. He never once took his eyes off you. He loved watching your facial expressions as you climaxed.

“Fu-Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Eds!” Screaming loudly as you hit the peak of your climax. All it took was one long hum and few hard pumps from Eddie and euphoria washed over you. Your back arched as if you were a woman possessed. Eddie holds onto you, not letting go til you come back down.

You fall back on the bed, eyes closed, with damp sweat on your brow. He gives your clit one more kiss, before sliding his fingers out of your gripping pussy. He sucks your juices off his fingers before he scatters kisses to your pussy lips and inner thighs before resting his head on your leg, looking up at you. You look down at him, feeling completely relaxed and natural like this with him. ‘Damn, he looks just so goddamn pretty like that.’

“Come ‘ere.” You slur, grabbing his hand. He pulls himself on top of you, giving you tender kisses. You’ve never tasted sweeter than on Eddie’s lips.

“Did that feel good, honey?” He plants little kisses on your lips, cheeks, and forehead.

“That was amazing, Eds. H-How do I taste?”

He groaned as you called him that sweet nickname. “Addictive.” Planting another one on you. He leans back, taking you all in. Gently brushing your hair back. He was falling in love with playing with your hair… with you. “You’re perfect. You know that?”

You cover your face with your hand, blushing from your chest to your face. “Erm… I don’t know about all that…”

He takes his free hand and moves yours away from your face. “Well, you’re perfect to me. I don’t ever want to be without you.” Looking at you lovingly, his lips still shiny with your slick. Not knowing what to say after his admission, you kiss him hard.

‘The guy is really pussy drunk, huh?’ Self-deprecation trying to ruin the party again. Shutting that thought out of your mind, you pull him into you, wrapping your leg around his lower body. He was still rock hard, as far as you could tell. Your hand slips through his dark curly happy trail, your heart pounding.

“Whoa there, sweethea- ” Eddie chokes on his last word and cracks a smile at your eagerness. His mouth opens with a silent moan when your hand slides into the warmth of his sweatpants. Finally, you feel his thick hard rod for the first time.

The sensation of having his throbbing member in your hand, made you feel goddamn horny. There was no other word for it. ‘Maybe this is really why they call him ‘The Freak.’’ You think to yourself.

“Oh my god.” He whimpers as your hand wraps around him, giving him long, firm strokes.  You kiss his chest tattoos as you pump him in your hand. Tilting your head up at him, you see his eyes are closed, and gnawing on his lip with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh fuck…” He moans into your ear as his head falls onto the pillow and into your hair. Your smell was intoxicating to him, making Eddie get lost in the rhythm of your pumping. Your wanted lust starts to overtake you.

“Do you like that, Eds?”

“Yeah honey… god… If you keep going like this, I might not be able to hold off for much longer-” Breath catches in his throat as you grip tighter on his impressive member. The deep heat starts to build between your legs again. You unknowingly start to grind into his thigh, desperately trying to find some relief.

“Wa-wai-wait wait wait wait wait.” Eddie says quicky, grabbing your hand. His eyes lock in with yours and you see how flushed he was. He gives you a soft kiss in the palm of your hand, before placing it on his chest. “You almost made me blow my load already, honey…” He says softly. For the first time notices you grinding on his leg, leaving a dark wet spot where your arousal met the fabric. “Does that feel good, Y/N?”

You bite on your bottom and top lip and just nod at him, trying to hold onto him a little longer. Eddie feels his cock dripping with precum as he watches you pleasure yourself on his leg. “That’s so hot…mmm…here, let me…” He moans as he pulls down his pants. The tip of his beautiful, pink cock gently brushes against your sensitive nub.

You let out a high whine when your bodies touch. Goosebumps appear on your arms. Eddie gently rubs your biceps, giving you gentle, earnest kisses as his cock slides between your slippery folds. You feel his large hands drifting back down to your breasts. His thumb traces your nipple in wide circles, each pass making you moan into his mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, honey. So… fucking… wet. Does that feel good babygirl?”

“So good… too good… Oh... Eddie…?” You whine.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Do you... have a condom?”

Eddie chuckles. “You didn’t come prepared, darling?”

You flush a deep red, feeling slightly self-conscious about what you just asked. “Well… no…”

“I’m teasing you, babygirl. I’ve got one, don’t worry.” He kisses your cheek before rolling over to the side table next to his bed. He rummages around for a second before finding the latex glove. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, quickly putting it on his cock. Eddie pumps his length a few times, stretching out the condom over himself. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, his perfect, needy angel.

Eddie lets out a little roar as he rolls back over you, making you laugh out loud. He puts his hands in your hair, gazing deeply into your eyes. Curls are twisted around your fingers, once again, as the two of you just look at each other for a moment. Breathing in deeply, both of you taking in each other’s scent.

Eddie’s lips press hard onto yours, biting your bottom lip, trailing down your neck. A hot, burning sensation dapples your neck with every nip from him. You know you’ll have marks in the morning.

He slides his throbbing cock against your folds a few times, making the condom slick with your sweetness. Pressing up on the bed, pausing for a second. “Are you sure?”

You give a few little nods. “I’ve never been with a guy so… um… big? Ju-Just be gentle.” You say nervously, your body trembling.

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. I promise.” You smile at his softness, your breath becoming steadier. His arms wrapping under your back, as he positions himself at your entrance. “At least this time.” He groans into your ear as his tip presses into your pussy.

You let out a loud yell-moan as he stretches you. Eddie stops.

“He-Hey. Babygirl… are you ok?” Concern fills his eyes, as he fixes them on your face, trying to read your facial expression before you speak. “If I’m hurting you, I wanna stop.”

“No, keep going… it’s just… been a minute.” You pant, adjusting to his girth.

Eddie slides into you significantly slower than before, occasionally pausing, allowing you to get comfortable. Finally, his entire length is in you and he steadily starts to pump. “Mmmm shit sweetheart. You’re so… tight.” He pants in your ear. “God but it’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He releases a loud crack of a moan when he hits your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back into your head, as his cock makes you feel dizzy. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that you had never experienced before. And you liked it.  

You melt into his arms as he gently drills you, tilting your head back, giving him complete access to your neck. Perky tits bounce as your nipples gently rub against his chest, causing them to get rock hard. Eddie growls into your ear, moving his mouth onto the spot right below your ear. His strong lips latch onto it, intent on leaving a dark purple mark.

Your soft gasps turn into whines, which turn into deep, loud moans. He snaps his hips as he goes deeper and DEEPER into your pussy. “Is this what you’ve been imagining when you look at me in class?” A calloused hand lightly grips your neck.

You shake your head, unable to speak.

“Use your words, honey. I love hearing you talk.” He coos into your ear.

“It-ohfuck-it’s better than I imagined.” A sharp gasp escapes your mouth as Eddie picks up the pace. His hand grips the back of your knee, flinging it over his shoulder, giving him another inch to play with. He sits up a little, wanting to take you all in.

Sweat glistens your brow and chest, but your eyes remained closed. “Look at me, sweetheart. Please look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open at his sweet request. “There’s my girl…” He whispers, kissing your knee as he pops his hips up, forcing his cockhead to hit your g-spot over and over and over…

Your pussy starts to leak as the rollercoaster takes you up higher again. The sounds of flesh slapping into each other and your animalistic moans, was taking Eddie up with you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, babygirl.”

“Eds-Eddie- I’m close… oh fuck I’m so close.” You pant out, face and upper body completely red with arousal by now. Eddie smiles and licks his thumb before placing it on your sensitive clit. “AHHH!” You let out a loud moan, opening your eyes wide, looking up at him.

He leans down over you, putting his torso on yours, needing to feel all of you on him. It was all too much for you to take. His cock stretching you out so perfectly, his rough thumb giving your clit the right amount of pressure, and then his body on yours? You teetered over the edge.

“Cum on my cock, babygirl. Come on... cum on my cock.” Eddie said with the perfect amount of encouragement and demand in his voice. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably, as you desperately held on. But he pressed onto your clit harder, and that was it.

Tears well in your eyes and you let out a loud, guttural scream as your pussy clamped around his member. Sweetness leaked out of your stretched hole. Eddie stared at you in wonder as you came from him, gritting his teeth.

His movements become erratic as falls into the euphoric ocean with you. Letting out a loud curse as hot ropes of his cum fill the condom. His arms give out as he falls on top of you, panting and groaning. You both lay there for a few seconds before he puts his weight on one of his forearms again.

Eddie brushes a tear from your eye, feeling unsettled by it. “Y/N… Sweet-sweetheart. Hey, hey…” He whispers feeling tears well up in his own eyes. He was terrified that he had hurt you, or that you now regretted the whole night.

“So-sorry. I’m ok, Eds.” Breathing in deeply, trying to regain your composure. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the last tear. “That was just-umm… wow. I was just overwhelmed. I’m ok. I swear.” You finally look at your mop haired lover, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Eddie leaned into your touch, any worry melting away, kissing the palm of your hand again. Eventually, he’s soft enough to slide out of you and quickly ties off the condom, tossing it into the trash can. The rain had slowed to a faint patter on the roof.

He gently takes your hand in his, pressing it to your chest. “Sounds like the rain is stopping…” He whispers before clearing his throat softly. “Here’s a crazy idea… do you… want to stay the whole weekend?” You smile brightly. Eddie continues. “We could finish the project if you want.”

You playfully push him, knowing full well that project would NOT get done this weekend if it were up to him. “Ow!” He dramatically falls back, clutching his chest. “M’lady! Dost thou try to slay me? I’ll have to have you roll for dexterity!”

You roll your eyes at him. “To answer your question. I would love to stay the weeken-” Eddie cuts you off with a hard, excited kiss. “Hold on, loverboy. I gotta call my mom and tell her I’m staying at ‘Max’s’.“ Saying in air quotes.

You grab a shirt off a chair that you’re assuming is clean laundry. “See? I told ya. A rebel at heart. I love it.” He yells at you as you walk down the hall. Your feet softly falling on the floor, making your way to the phone. Giving your mom as little info as you would when you stayed at the Max's, and luckily, she didn’t press you further.

You crawled back onto the warm bed with Eddie, who had found his sweatpants again. He opens the blanket for you, patting the spot next to him. You nuzzle into his hard, tattoo covered chest, humming with contentment. He scratches your back, lovingly, kissing the crown of your head.

“Y/N?” Eddie whispers.

“Hmmm?”

“I had one more idea…”

You smirk. “I can guess what it is…”

“No-not that. Well yes that, but later.” He sighs, holding your face in his hand, the cool metal burning into your cheek as you stared up at him. “Be my girlfriend.”

“Wha-? Eds… I…”

“Be my girlfriend. Be mine.” He says all too seriously for you to even entertain the idea of it being a joke. He softens a little with your silence. “If you want to that is.”

You think on his request, before pulling him in tenderly. “Let’s do this thing.” You say determinedly.

“YES!” Eddie yells triumphantly while he cracks a smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic antics as you two roll around in the bed. He guides you under him and gives you a long kiss. “Fuck yes.”

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

- - - 

part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

[tojiot]

ooh have about the main three with the fake dating trope :D

fake dating the main three

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i was on vacation for 2 days without internet and i have bakugo's done in my notes but my phone died before i can even save it :D this will be kinda long because i went ahead of myself and detailed it exactly how i want. this is not betaed. please do tell me if there's a non they/them pronouns in here. hope you'll enjoy this!

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

i spent the whole day thinking about how he'll agree to fake date. let's just say he's the one in need.

his mom has been bothering him for a long time now. she wants to see katsuki bring home a partner for them to meet.

it's a pain in the ears and he's very TIRED so he decided to just fake date somebody.

the only person he can tolerate in class a aside from kirishima is you. he doesn't care about the other extras.

he'll search for you in the heights' lounge area and ask to talk.

"hey, can we talk?" he grumbles, "uhh, sure? do you want to talk here or somewhere private?" "somewhere private."

when you guys are in a more private area, he'd glare at you for a minute, it'll make you wonder if you did something wrong, before finally speaking.

"date me for a fucking day."

you'll snort at what he said and laugh thinking it was a joke but the annoyed and impatient look on his face says otherwise.

"wait.. are you for real?" "what do you think, shithead?"

bakugo trusts you so much that you have this significant role to play in his life.

you agreed, of course. it's the bakugo katsuki asking for your help. a once in a lifetime chance. (you just like him, stop making things up)

he brings you to the bakugo household the day after and his house is BIG big.

mitsuki, his mom, welcomes you with a big smile and a hug. he then glares at his son, "WHY ARE YOU ONLY BRINGING THIS PRETTY LITTLE CREATURE NOW, YOU BRAT?" "SHUT UP, OLD HAG! BE NICE OR I AIN'T BRINGING THEM HERE NO MORE."

masaru, who's just sitting there at the couch like nothing's happening, gives you a wave.

the dinner was good. his mom's a great cook, his father's a chatterbox. what surprised you the most was how quiet katsuki is. you're not sure why. maybe he's like this at home? quiet, calm, just serene.

"it's not everyday i see a person who can tame my brat of a son. i can see why he likes you, (y/n)." his mom beams at you, "you're pretty, a kind little one too. take care of my son, will ya?"

not knowing what to say, you smiled at her and said what's currently inside your mind, "if he'll let me, i'll take care of him for the rest of my life." you looked down, "but knowing katsuki, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. he's strong and independent and he knows it. it'll hurt his pride if someone helps him without him asking them to." you smiled to yourself, "i just hope he knows that when he needs me, i'll always be here for him."

mitsuki smiled at you in awe. you have the mother's approval, congrats!

katsuki just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, masaru pats his back, "good job, son. i'm happy for you."

he then murmured a protest before drinking his water.

time passed by and it's eventually your time to say goodbye to the bakugos.

mitsuki hugs you for the last time and ask you to come have dinner with them again, masaru pats your head and thanks you for being there for his son.

both of you were in a car provided by the school for safety protocols when he spoke, "did you mean it?"

you looked at him, confused, "mean what?" "what you said earlier to my mom, shithead. did you mean it?" "well, yeah. i mean it when i say i'll always be here for you."

he wore this unreadable and unclear expression on his face. he looks mad? confused? no one knows.

"why?" he asked, "why what?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF. WHY DID YOU SAY IT?" "YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE, THAT'S IT."

he chuckled bitterly, "a friend. that's fucking funny. i literally though you also like me for a second."

huh.. what does he mean? also? you laughed nervously, "hey, did i hear you right? thought i heard 'also' there."

"you're fucking dense, aren't you? do you want me to scream it straight at your face? i fucking like you."

you froze. yes, but embarrassment caught up and you covered your reddened face, "WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY CONFESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY?"

"I AIN'T EXPECTING YOU TO SAY ANYTHING, SHITHEAD!" "I LIKE YOU TOO!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY OF A CONFESSION." "IT'S NOT A PITY OF A CONFESSION BUT FINE! I DON'T LIKE YOU." "OKAY THEN. I'M BRINGING SOMEONE ELSE NEXT DINNER AND TELL THE OLD HAG WE BROKE UP." "NOOOOOOO!!"

ㅡ todoroki

i was contemplating whether to have him help fake date or have him need help. it's fitting if he's the one in need so i decided just that.

he might seem dense and clueless most of the time but he's the epitome of evilness.

he talks about you all the time that's why fuyumi has taken a liking to you and asked shoto to invite you to dinner with them.

shoto sees this as a chance. he'll take advantage of the situation because he knows you won't say no.

he goes to where you are sitting, "i apologize but my sister, fuyumi, she thinks we're dating. she wants to invite you to dinner at our house later." he said that with a straight face but this mf is smirking on the inside.

"uhhh, okay? sure? but uhm, why would she think we're dating?" "she thinks everyone close to me is dating me. she's like that.. yes. fuyumi likes you the most, i think. that's.. uh, that's why she's inviting you to dinner." (I HC HIM AS A BAD LIAR)

sounds suspicious and weird, but okay? you have a lot of question in mind.

"i would go. but how should i act? why didn't you tell her we aren't dating though?" "i don't want to disappoint my sister. you can act like you're dating me, if it's fine with you. just for a day."

"sure, sure! just tell me where and what time. i'll be there." "no, you can come with me. we'll go there together."

he brings you to the todoroki household after class. their house is soooo pretty. it's a traditional japanese house.

fuyumi was the first one to greet you, with her sparkling eyes and bright smile, she held both your hands gently and said, "i'm so glad you came! i've been wanting to ask shoto to have you come eat with us. thank you for coming!"

natsuo jogged from the back and gave you a cool wave, "hey, (y/n). how was it dealing with shoto?"

you faked sighed, "awful. how did you deal with him for the last 16 years?" "we never did." "oh.... OH NO I'M SORRY!" "HAHAHA. it's fine, i'm just kidding. no biggie."

enji won't be home for the day. he's busy doing number 1 hero works.

the dinner was fun. it was the funniest dinner you have ever had.

shoto's quietness is the exact opposite of natsuo's talkativeness. that man is talkative and funny as fuck. throwing jokes everywhere. it was entertaining.

all shoto did was take care of you. he serves you all the food you point at, gets you water, he even went too close for comfort and wiped a stain just above your lips. it made you blush, yes. you don't know why but it left you lightheaded. (you're in love with him, that's why)

fuyumi.. our beautiful and beloved fuyumi.

she exposed his brother's ass.

"aww. you guys are so cute together. ah! (y/n), do you remember that time when.. uhm, kaminari was it? i forgot his name but do you remember that time where he told you, midoriya, and the girls to wear a maid costume for the festival because your class is having a maid cafe booth? shoto told me you were so pretty that time! he hated how the boys in your class looked at you like you were some sweet treat, isn't that right, shoto?"

"and do you remember when you fought bakugo at the sports festival? where it was a close fight and you gave him a hard time? shoto said you won if the decision was up to him and that you were so cool!"

and she went on and on.

shoto was red as a tomato (or even redder) beside you. he was clutching his pants as if he was asking the floor to just eat him up.

you decided to ask him about this later to not uncover the fake dating plan.

dinner ended after a little talking, fuyumi gave you leftovers to take home which you will not reject because her cooking is divine, and asked you to come again after giving you a big and warm hug.

natsuo gave you a high five and thanked you for coming. he also thanked you for laughing at his jokes. he feels like he's very funny now.

both said goodbye to shoto.

the journey back to the heights was quiet but not awkward. it seems like shoto knew you have a lot in mind.

you spoke when he's about to open the main door. "what was that?" he looked at you with a confused expression, "the one at dinner."

"ah, if it isn't obvious yet after my sister opened her mouth, i like you. i have been for a long time now." he said that with a deadpan expression, "it annoyed me at first, it annoyed me that you're in my mind whenever i try to sleep, you're in my mind everytime i wake up. it annoyed me that i want nothing more than to hold you near me, hold your hands, warm you up with my fire everytime you feel cold, hug you, kiss you." he sighed frustratedly, "i just want to do everything with you... i'm sorry. i'm not good with words."

WELL YOU DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS STRAIGHTFORWARD.

but again, this is todoroki shoto.

"..what? shoto... i didn't know you felt that way. why didn't you tell me?" you asked him concernedly, you lifted your hand to hold his face but stopped halfway thinking maybe he doesn't want to be touched.

but then he held your hand and guided it to hold his face, "i didn't actually plan to confess but when people started talking about how good of a hero you'd become in the future and when everyone started saying they all want to date you, that's when i decided it's now or never." he looked at your eyes, "i don't want to lose this chance. that's why i started telling fuyumi stories about you and asking her what to do."

"is that why your sister thought we were dating?" "yes. she knows about how i feel for you. she told me to confess and i told her i did and that it went well. i lied to her. i don't know why."

you coughed, "so, she doesn't really think everyone close to you is dating you?" "yes." "you lied to me?" "yes, i apologize."

"you could have told me you like me too!?" "it's not that easy to confess. plus, i really wanted to know how everything will go. it went well, i'm satisfied. you like me too, right?" "i do, shoto. i like you so much." he smiled at you, that rare fucking smile he knows is pretty, "that's enough for me."

"BUT YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF EVERYTHING?" "yes. yes, i did." "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!!?" "date me, (y/n)" "OKAY!"

ㅡ midoriya

a lot of guys from the other class have been bothering you. they kept on asking for your number and stuff. one even sent you flowers and a box of chocolates.

you appreciate it if you're being honest. what you don't appreciate is them sticking to you the whole lunch.

you told mina what's happening and she told you that the best shot of getting off those admirers of yours is to date somebody.

you don't wanna to that though. aside from focusing on studies, you have feelings for this certain someone with green messy hair and freckles. you don't want to date someone just to use them and lie to them.

"you know, what if you just get your shit together and confess to midoriya?" "MINA, BE QUIET! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" "confess to midoriya!" she whispired.

"or just ask him to date you until your followers stop following you around?" kaminari interjects, "what, you mean like, fake date him?" "yeah. something like that." "you're really useful sometimes, aren't you?" "shut up, mina."

you've thought about it all night. would izuku think i'm using him? would he reject the idea? would he be mad about it?

after contemplating, you finally went out of your room and walked straight at his door. he opened it with a smile after 3 knocks.

"hey, (y/n)! how can i help you?"

you looked at him nervously. what you were about to ask is a big part to act. "i will get straight to the point. some people from the other classes have been bothering me for a while now. they keep on following me and asking for my number even though i rejected them all the time. i want to ask you if you could date me? IT'S FAKE! OF COURSE. will you please fake date me until they get off me? i, uh, i'm not taking advantage of your kindness. i promise. right?" you said with a shaking voice.

he laughed at your rambling, "no need to be nervous, (y/n)! i would love to do the honors and fake date you! it's like an undercover hero mission. it's so cool! when do we start?"

you smiled at his enthusiasms. izuku is really the kindest person here on earth. you told him what to do, who those people are, etc. your fake dating starts tomorrow.

izuku was waiting outside your door when you opened it, he has his usual beaming smile when you saw him, "hi, (y/n)! ready to start our mission?" he's surely so into this whole thing.

you both walked down the lounge area holding each other's hand. everyone was gaping at the sight except todoroki who remained munching on his sandwich and bakugo who, well, "fucking finally you idiots." he said.

izuku let go of your hand and held both his hands up while shaking his head in a panicky manner, "no, no! we're just fake dating. i'm helping (y/n) get rid of their admirers! they said it was bothering them!"

"okay. but (y/n), why deku?" the motherfucker was smirking at you. todoroki, bless him, caught the panic in your eyes and called bakugo off. "that's enough, bakugo. leave them alone." "tsk! fucking icyhot a fucking killjoy."

most of your admirers stopped following you after they saw you holding hands with izuku. he's been doing a lot for you. he tried to tie your hair at training and brought you water. nothing much happened inside the classroom because everyone knows it's just a show. lots of outsiders believe you're dating izuku. some still bothers you from time to time especially at lunch.

you were sitting with bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and of course, izuku, when a group of 3 went to your table (they're brave. no one would come bother bakugo's table because everyone's terrified of him.)

"hey, (y/n). can you give me your number now? i just wanted to get to know you better." "(y/n) give me your number! i'll send you lots of chocolates. i promise!" "they're liars but i'm not. i'd take you to your favorite movie this sunday of you'll give me your number?"

you pursed your lips in an annoyed manner, your friends are here and they're embarrassing you. you were about to speak when izuku beats you to it, "please stop bothering (y/n). it's obvious that my partner doesn't want to give you their number."

the group stared at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces, one looked at izuki and asked, "partner? you mean, combat partner or boyfriend? (y/n)'s dating someone?"

izuku wore a prideful expression on his face, "yes, i am their boyfriend and they're dating someone. that's why with all due respect, please leave them alone."

the 3 backed out and apologized. not everyone has the same personality as mineta. the person who seemed like their leader walked forward and bowed, "we're so sorry. we should've stopped when they rejected us the first time. they're just so intriguing that's why we wanted to know more about them. we're really sorry." with that, they left.

you faced izuku and thanked him. it was nice to finally walk and look around without seeing unfamiliar faces follow you. "thank you so much, izuku! you saved me. really."

he smilled at you, "it's nothing! i'd do anything for (y/n)." izuku froze at what he said and started chuckling anxiously, "i.. i didn't mean it like that! hahaha! but if you need anything, i, uhm, i'd always be glad to help." you stared at him and said, "me too, izuku. i'd always be glad to help you! you can come to me everytime you need something." he blushed at what you said.

"FUCKING IDIOTS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF HEARING BOTH YOUR SHIT! CONFESS TO EACH OTHER GODDAMNIT!" "oi bakugo. that's not how to do it." "SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!" "bakugo, you're too noisy." "YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!"

izuku coughed tensely, "(y/n), can i talk to you outside? i just need to tell you something." you nodded, "of course!" you both stood up and left the table of wild animals.

when the two of you got outside, izuku's hands were obviously shaking so without a thought, you held it. "are you okay?" "I AM... i am." "why are you acting like this? did something happen?" you asked worriedly.

"no, everything's fine. i just.. i don't know how it started but i just woke up one day thinking how i'd love you to be mine. i want to walk you to school, i want to tell everyone i'm your boyfriend, i want to kiss you good night. haha, is it to much to ask, (y/n)? i like you a lot." he told you that nervously, the boy was shaking and sweating.

"i can't believe it... izuku, i like you too. oh god, are you serious?" "i am, haha! i didn't know you feel the same. i'm really happy!" "i didn't know you feel the same too! half of our classmates knew that i like you. katsuki's just too noisy. he literally told everyone when you did extra training." "(y/n).. kacchan also knows about my feelings for you! he told todoroki and kirishima. is that why he's so persistent in getting us together?" "i don't know. that's just how he is."

you both were awkward as fuck but izuku asked if you'd like to date for real and you said yes.

when you came back to the table, it was bakugo who spoke first, "are you idiots finally together?" you replied to him with a middle finger which aggravated the blondie, "YOU FUCKER!"

[reidgraygubler]

sweet creature (wes/reader)pt 16

Title: Sweet Creature part sixteen Couple: wes/fem!reader Category: slowburn 18+ Content Warning: drunken shenanigans, D/s dynamic, safeword in use, nicknames (puppy/babes/sir), heavy making out Word Count: 5,197 Summary: Puppy goes out with some friends and has a realization about Wes. Meanwhile, Wes sets up a gift Puppy has been waiting for. A/N: i unfortunatly did not have a beta reader for this and i skim edited this. i did have some help but not too much. so please ignore any typos or grammar issues...

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I was sitting peacefully in the breakroom, quietly minding my own business and eating my lunch when a small group of people entered the room and stood across from me. I slowly looked up from my phone at the leader of the pack and saw a familiar redhead staring at me. Her fists were firmly placed on her hips and a stoic expression on her face. It was hard to take Jessica (and the rest of the vet techs) seriously with their matching SpongeBob SquarePants scrubs. I felt left out in my rainbow pastel puppy scrubs…

“We’re going out tonight. To a bar to get totally wasted. And, Babes, you’re coming with us. You’re going to get insanely smashed, flirt with some hot fucking stranger, and then take him to your apartment and let him take you in so many ways,” Jessica spoke as she stepped closer to the table I nearly dropped my phone as my mouth fell open.

“I’m sorry?” I asked as I placed my phone down on the tabletop. She stared at me before folding her arms across her chest. I had to hold back my laughter, resulting in me choking on a breath of air.

“The other vet techs and I agreed that it’s been weeks, if not months since you last went out with us. So, you’re going out with us tonight whether you want to or not,” she clarified as she stared right at me. “You’ve been spending so much time with your mysterious beau that we never see you anymore.”

“Oh, that’s a lie! You see me here!” I playfully fought back. My head rested in my hand while my fingers played with the necklace around my neck. Jessica stared between my face and the jewelry around my neck. I swallowed roughly the longer she glared.

“Seeing you here doesn’t count,” Brittany, a vet tech in the back of the group, shouted. I dropped my shoulders as soon as I realized she was totally freaking right. I sighed deeply and looked down at the table.

There was really no point in fighting with them about this. I’ve been so busy with my whatever with Wes that I’ve totally neglected my friends and co-workers. It’d only be fair if I went out with them. I just had to tell Wes that I probably won’t be coming over, and if I did it wouldn't be till late.

“What time?” I asked softly.

“What was that?” Jessica asked. I looked back at her and cocked my head to my shoulder.

“What time are you guys going out?” I said a little louder as I looked at the group of 5 people. A large grin grew across Jessica’s lips as she looked at me.

“8! We’re going to the Jackalope,” she said as she pulled out her phone. Moments later a text pinged to my phone and I saw that it was from Jessica. “You better be there.”

“I will,” I said with a nod. She shot me a glare. “I swear I’ll be there. You have my word.”

“Good, otherwise I’ll have to contact your secret boyfriend and have him punish you. I don’t know how he’d do that, considering you're still a virgin.” She looked down at me. I looked up at her. But instead of my eyes going to Jessica’s face, they went right to Wes. He was standing in the back of the group, looking over at me with a smug smile. I could tell by the smile he wore that he was trying to hide his laughter.

“Alright, get outta here. I wanna finish my break in peace,” I scoffed as I lifted my phone back up. Everyone muttered their farewells before exiting the room. Although, at the moment I thought I was alone. But I was shocked when the chair across from me was pulled out and someone sat down.

“Secret boyfriend? My goodness, Pups, is there something I don’t know about,” Wes asked as he leaned over the table. I sighed before looking up at him, instantly meeting a playful smile instead of an angry expression. He looked over his shoulder real quick before looking back at me. “I’ll have to let him know you enjoy being spanked, otherwise it wouldn’t be an effective punishment,” he said so casually. I swallowed roughly as my thighs pressed together.

“Wes,” I whispered as I stared at him. He smiled at me and cocked his head to his shoulder.

“Sorry, I know I said I’d stop teasing you. But it’s so cute watching you get all squirmy like that,” he said softly. I stared at him as he stared back at me. There was honestly no way for me to respond without sounding pathetic. So I just altogether changed the subject.

“Are you going out with us?” I asked, looking down at my half-eaten food. My appetite seemingly disappeared after the harassment Jessica and the others (Wes included!) caused for me. It made sense. They interrupted my break to berate me about going out.

Wes hummed and shook his head before saying, “Wasn’t invited.” I looked up at him, watching as he sat back in his chair and folded his hands over the tabletop. He wasn’t looking at me, or anything in the room, but he was looking down at his hands, watching as he fiddled his thumbs back and forth. I tried very hard to hide my reaction. But I obviously failed when Wes cracked a smile at me.

“Well… I’m inviting you,” I said with a shrug before going to take a bite from my food. I only failed to eat it when Wes laughed, again.

“Probably best if I don’t go, Babes. Considering I’m the secre-”

“Fine, if you want to be that way. You’re probably right though. Don’t want Jess clueing in on us… And our thing,” I said with a deep sigh. Wes laughed, causing me to look back at him.

“You can come over before if you want,” he offered as if that would be enough. I really was like a newborn puppy obsessed with their owner. All I wanted was to spend the most time I possibly could with him. And that made me neglect my friendships. Stupid, stupid girl. Just because he called himself my secret boyfriend doesn’t mean ANYTHING either. It means NOTHING. He’s just teasing me. That’s it.

“Can I come over after too?” I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Wes smiled back at me, his head cocking to the side. I loved the way he looked at me like I was his everything. But maybe that was just me overreading the situation…

“If that’s what you want, Babes, you can come over after too. In fact, I’m sure you’ll want to after you see the gift I got for you,” he hummed before reaching out to hold my face. I froze as soon as his hand connected with my cheek.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Wes, really. I feel like whenever we’re… together you always say you have something for me.”

“I mean, if you don’t like presents, then you don’t like presents. I can easily see if someone else wants-”

“I MEAN!” I shouted, nearly jumping out of my chair and across the table. I only stopped when Wes looked up at me with a playful glare and a smirk. “You don’t have to return it. I suppose… I’m just not used to getting so many gifts. That’s all,” I whispered as I distractedly played with the charm of my necklace.

Wes took a moment, staying quiet as he watched me play with the small loop charm attached to my neck. It was clear to me that he liked that the necklace that he had given me became a thing I played with. It certainly made people’s attention go to the thing that claimed me as his instead of other places. Maybe he liked the reminder that I was his and there really wasn’t anyone else to take me away.

I also think he secretly enjoyed my excitement about anything he said. Surely I always worried about my exciting little jumps and shouts getting me in trouble. But sometimes it was so hard to stay calm when he offers me something like… Just going over to his house. Of course, he probably liked that I was vaguely like a puppy (specifically his puppy) who gets excited over anything their owner says.

“Good… Because I think you’ll quite enjoy this gift,” he smiled as he leaned on the table. I looked up at him, my face relaxing as I met his eyes. “I better let you finish… Eating that is,” he said as he stood up. I stared at him, my eyebrows furrowing as I stared at him. He smiled at me before stepping out of the break room, finally allowing me my silent break.

By the time I got home, showered, and dressed again for my night out, I really didn’t want to go. My bed was calling my name, my feet were screaming at me to sit, and Nova wanted nothing more than my attention and a dish of Meow Mix and tuna. But I really didn’t want to be a bad friend. No, I wanted to keep Jessica and all the other techs I’ve become friends with in my life, and not just in a work setting.

They were right, I was totally neglecting them. That wasn’t my intention (of course why would it be?). I just got distracted with work and my relationship (if that’s what I can call it) with Wes. So many new things were coming at me at once and I forgot about my friends. Damn, I’m a terrible person.

At least Nova still loves me, I thought as I watched my kitten attack the bowl of food I had set down for her. I watched her for a moment before taking off for Wes’ house. I remembered he had said he wanted me to come by before (and after, which I was fine with) I went to the bar. He mentioned he’d gotten me something. My thoughts ran free as I sped to his place. The last time he’d gotten me something I was struggling to stay quiet as he fucking teased me with a remote vibrator in a restaurant with his friend. That better not be the plan this time. I’d probably die if that was the case.

I bounced lightly on my toes as I waited at the front door. Of course, he didn’t make me wait long. He knew I was coming over and knew that I had to be going to the bar to see Jessica and everyone else. Damn, I wished he could go join us at the bar. That’d make the time somewhat more bearable. Jessica was my best friend, and I loved her dearly, but I swear sometimes she was the hardest person to be around at times.

My thought seemingly vanished the moment the door swung open and I was met with Wes and Ollie. Ollie was excitedly jumping at the door, wanting to jump on me. It took Wes a moment to get Ollie to calm down before he pushed the glass outside door open and invited me in.

“Hey! Thanks for stopping by!” Wes said as he held Ollie back. I smiled and watched the pair for a moment. I could tell that Ollie had the upper hand and was easily going to win. And he did end up winning when Wes gave up and looked at me.

“Yeah, of course. I can’t stay long. Jessica will probably kill me if I’m late,” I nervously laughed as Wes lead me through his house and towards the living room.

“That’s what I figured. So I won’t keep you. I just wanted to show you something,” he started but stopped short as we went the rest of the way through the house. I smiled as he brought me to his bedroom. Sitting in the far corner was a large object covered with a black sheet. I looked over at him and raised my eyebrow.

“What’s this?”

“Well, I remembered a couple of weeks back you mentioned something about a kennel. And well, I went out today and bought some stuff and, well,” he explained as he pulled the sheet off to reveal a large black kennel with a bed big enough to cover the floor. Leaning against the wall was two pastel pink pillows and the stuffed animal that Wes had gotten for my birthday. “I haven’t finished setting anything up yet. I have these twinkling lights and a net thing to go with everything. I just wanted your opinion on… Well on everything,” Wes explained as he looked over at me. I stared at the kennel before stepping closer to it.

“I think it’s perfect,” I said as I slowly turned around to face him. A smile quickly grew across my lips as my eyes met his face. “Although, you should put a hook for my collar and leash,” I quickly added before batting my eyelashes a couple of times. Wes laughed before stepping closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, just so everything can be properly put away at the end of the night,” I shrugged as I looked back at him. He laughed again before nodding lightly.

“You like it then?” he asked, his voice low as he spoke. I stared at him and nodded excitedly.

“Like it?! I love it, Wes! If I didn’t like it or even want it, I wouldn’t have said that I wanted a kennel. Stop stressing about it! Please! I love it,” I stated. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled me even closer. He smiled at me and nodded lightly.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop stressing about it. I’ll wait to decorate it when you’re not busy,” he hummed before pressing his lips to mine. A deep breath escaped my body as I fell comfortably into his frame. In fact, if I never had to leave his side again, I’d probably be the happiest person in the world.

One of his hands drifted from my waist and slipped under my shirt. A soft whimper escaped me as his hand went up my back more. We both blindly took a step back, and another, and another, until the back of my legs hit the bed. Wes carefully helped me back on the bed, lying me back till we were both somewhat comfortable. His lips never left mine while his hands roamed my body. My fingers were instantly getting tangled in his hair.

For a moment I forgot that I was just stopping by. I was meant to see him for five minutes and leave again. But I could hear Jessica’s voice in the back of my head, nailing into me about how I ditched them for my secret boyfriend.

But then his hand went to the waistband of my jeans, the tips of his fingers slipping between the fabric and my skin. He was silently asking for more, and I wanted more. I really did. But this needed to stop before anything else happened and before it escalated. I needed to put an end to this before it got too far. Was it yellow? Or was it red? I couldn’t remember but I soon found myself saying the word before I realized it.

“R-Red,” I whispered softly as soon as his lips connected with my chest. Wes lifted his head from my body and instantly looked at my face. I looked at him with wide eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, a little voice in the back of my head was telling me if we didn’t stop, Jessica would have my head… And that was overwhelming me a little,” I quietly explained as he sat on the bed. He looked at me as he helped me sit upright. “Sorry.” It’d take the entire trip to the bar to get my heart stop racing, that I knew. I should’ve stopped anything before it got too far… It’s my fault.

“Hey, Pups, that’s my fault. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. And you’re right. I think Jessica would kill both of us if you didn’t show up,” he chuckled as he looked at me. I looked back at him, feeling my anxiety slowly slip away.

“I mean… I’m coming back after. Then you can do whatever,” I said with a shrug. Wes laughed, almost nearly a cackle, causing me to look at him with wide eyes

“I’ll probably be taking care of you. You’ll probably be too drunk to want to do anything,” Wes said as he looked over at me. I scoffed as I pushed off the bed. I stood in front of him, my arms folding over my chest.

“Will not!” I shouted as I looked back at him. He smiled at me and shrugged.

“I should probably let you go. Don’t want you to be late. Come on, Pups,” he spoke as he offered me his hand. I stared at it for a minute, then up at his face. “Okay, if what you want to hear is that I’ll do anything after, then when you get home… I’m gonna do fuck you till you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“When I get home?” I asked with a raised brow.

“All night too,” he clarified. But the thing is he clarified the wrong part of his statement.

“You’re just saying that,” I disagreed as I placed my fingertips on his hand. He laughed before taking the lead out of the bedroom and back towards the front door.

“The quicker you go out and have fun with your friends, Puppy, the quicker you can get back here and find out,” he said, turning me to face him once we were at the door. I looked at him with a raised brow, still trying to figure out if he was being serious or just saying that to get rid of me.

“You’re the lamest person ever,” I scoffed as I slipped my shoes back on and went to turn to the door. Wes laughed, causing me to look back at him. “Literally the lamest,” I stated firmly.

“I’ll remember that when you’re begging and whining for a certain release,” he cooed before pressing his lips to my forehead. I scowled at him as he took a step back. “Go on, have fun. Remember to drink water… Be safe,” he said as he rubbed the top of my head. I let out a deep sigh as I pushed the door open. I really wanted him to come with me. But he’s got a point. My attention would be on him if he joined us. Wouldn’t want that.

“Fine. If you say so.” “Oh, no, I insist. Have fun for me,” he hummed before kissing my forehead again. I sighed deeply as I looked at him. He was smiling softly, watching and waiting for me to leave.

And so I did. I smiled back and waved lightly as I pushed out the door and left his house. I carefully walked down the driveway and back into my car, looking between my phone and his house one last time before taking off across the town and towards the bar.

Everyone was already here, waiting for me. When I entered the bar they were in the biggest both, being the loudest group out of everyone in the building. It wasn’t hard to find them. I squeezed past all the people and went right towards my friends.

“There you are! We were worried you’d be with Wes!” Jessica shouted as she pushed a brightly colored drink towards me. I looked down at the drink before lifting it to my lips. I don’t know how much time passed between me realizing what Jessica had said and when she had said it… But it was an embarrassingly long time.

“I-I’m sorry? Why would I be with Wes?”

“You’re both terrible actors,” she said before taking a sip of her own drink. I glared at her before rolling my eyes. “Seriously, the way you guys look at each other. Just get married already,” she exasperated as she lowered her glass to the tabletop.

“Jess, we’re just friends,” I insisted as I reached out for the bowl of chips. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. In fact, everybody looked at me with a knowing and/or questioning look on their faces.

“Just friends don’t sneak around. They don’t buy each other flowers for their birthday.”

“He’s my boss! He was being nice!” I argued back. I rested my elbow on the tabletop, and then my head in my hand. And with my other hand, I fiddled with the charm of my necklace.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one,” Jessica said as she firmly placed her glass on the table. I looked at her and shrugged. Thankfully the conversation switched to something else. And with each conversation we had, I absentmindedly played with my necklace, and I could feel Jessica’s eyes watching me.

I don’t think I’ve had a single glass of water. I thought to myself as I looked at the pitcher of water, then down at my 5th empty glass. I wasn’t sober. I knew that much. However, I was just sober enough to know that I should’ve been drinking more water. Wes’ll be upset with me if he ever found out…

“Where’d you get your necklace from?” Jessica asked as she reached out for the pitcher. I watched as she poured water into my glass and pushed it closer to me. I looked up at her face, surprised she wasn’t staring at me, waiting for an answer like she’d been doing the whole night. “Secret boyfriend?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I mumbled as I looked down at the glass. I cautiously looked back at her, this time expecting her to be looking at me. “I didn’t know this was an interrogation,” I humorlessly laughed. She copied my laughter before nodding.

“It’s not. But if you want it to be, we can make it be. Since when do you have a secret boyfriend? You never keep secrets from me,” Jessica sounded hurt, really truly hurt. She wasn’t wrong. I hardly kept secrets from her. But this one… This one I had to keep if I wanted to keep enjoying my time with Wes. Surely she’ll understand that someday.

“I-I don’t want to keep him a secret. It’s just our relationship is sort of… Complicated,” I said with a sigh. Jessica hummed, causing me to quickly look back at her. She’s literally the last person I would go to for relationship advice. But she just as t his thing about her that makes me want to just confess to her. I’d never tell her that my secret boyfriend was Wes though. She’d kill me. And then I think Wes would also kill me.

“Complicated how?” She asked as she leaned closer to me. I looked at her with a nervous stare. She wore a smile and I could tell that she was excited for me to spill everything about my “mystery man”.

“It’s just, Jessica… He’s a really great guy and I really love being around him. But we, him more than me, agreed that we’re not really in the place for an actual relationship.”

“Oh my god, Babes, did you fuck this guy?” she asked, her hand splaying over the tabletop as she looked at me. I looked down at the table and nodded lightly.

“More like he fucked me,” I laughed humorlessly as I nodded. I couldn’t exactly say that I fucked him. Because, as Wes said, he fucks me.

“And I’m just now hearing about this?!”

“But the thing is, Jess, I want more. I want so much more for this guy and it hurts. At first, I thought it was just a tiny little crush that’d go away and we’d just be-”

“Fuck buddies,” Jessica interrupted.

“You could say that, but yeah. But it’s like… The more time we spend together, the more I don’t want to leave his side. I just want to be with him… Forever. But he doesn’t want that. And he’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want a relationship right now.”

I wanted so much more. I wanted to give him more. I wanted to give him my heart, my love, my life… My everything. Kurt was right. I should’ve watched out for him… I fell hard for Wes and there was nothing I could do about it right now.

If I had known that this whole adventure thing with Wes would evolve into me pouring my heart out over him into a vodka redbull, I never would’ve agreed to it. But here I am… Drunk and fucking in love with my goddamn Dominate. I wonder how often this happens and if it ever happened to Wes? I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing right now. Probably not… Again, he’s made it clear he didn’t want to be in a relationship and that this was purely for sex.

“Sounds like someone’s been bit by the lovebug,” Jessica sang. I scowled as I looked up at her. She flashed me a knowing smile before leaning closer to me.

“I don’t love him,” I scowled. She smirked and shrugged. Fucking liar.

“But, in all seriousness, you should talk to him about it. You’re going to end up getting hurt if you just leave it the way it is,” she explained before picking her drinking and finishing it in one go. I stared at her in awe because I would’ve thrown up had I done that.

I hated that she was right about that. I should talk to Wes about the feelings I’ve developed and continue to have. I just know nothing good will come from that conversation. Our relationship was simply just sex and to teach me about kink. Nothing more was ever going to come from it.

I am fucked. I thought as I swallowed hard. Jessica looked at me as if she was waiting for me to speak. Although I really had nothing else to say to her or anyone else at the table. Again, I am fucked.

“What time is it?” I asked as I looked down at my phone. A text from Wes caught my attention before the time did. And then I quickly looked back at Jessica. I was gone. I could feel my body sway slightly and I was in no way okay to drive.

“11:45.”

“I gotta go,” I slurred as I pushed up from the table. Jessica looked at me, watching as I haphazardly collected my bag, phone, and wallet. “I gotta go, he’s waiting for me,” I sighed as I shrugged my cardigan on and looked at her. She was looking at me with a raised brow and a worried crease on her forehead.

“A lot of caring and rushing for someone who doesn’t love him,” Jessica said as she watched me fumble for my phone again. I looked at the text from Wes without reading it. I just stared at his name.

“Shut up,” I glared at her. Jessica raised her hands in surrender. “Seriously though, I had fun, but I gotta go. I have a cat at home and work in the morning.”

“I never begged you to stay. I understand. Text me when you get home,” she said as she sat back. I looked at her and nodded.

“I was going to take a taxi anyway,” I mumbled with a shrug.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Babes,” she said as she winked at me. I stared at her for a moment before leaving the bar and going outside.

The air was cool and felt refreshing on my skin. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts and make my way towards the street for a cab. In my head, it felt like it took ages for a cab to come for me, but in reality, it took no more than 5 minutes. I excitedly gave the driver Wes’ address (reading it word for word from my phone), and we were off.

Jessica was right though. I should talk to Wes about feelings and shit. I wish that stuff wasn’t important in a dynamic like ours. I wish it was just what it was without all that stuff. I just didn’t want anything to get ruined.

Fuck feelings.

The driver was very patient as he dropped me off at Wes’ house. When I paid him, I probably gave him entirely too much money. He probably wasn’t complaining. He had to deal with some random drunk girl bumbling about seemingly nothing. He deserved a good tip.

I collected my things and stumbled up the walkway to the front door. It seemed as if Wes was waiting for me, because the moment I rang the doorbell, he was there

“That was fast,” I whispered as he brought me in. Wes laughed and nodded.

“Did you have a good time?” Wes asked as we went back towards his bedroom. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled lightly as he sat me on the bed. I sighed deeply as I laid back.

“They asked about you. Well, not you, but my secret boyfriend,” I explained as I tried to shimmy my shoulders. Wes laughed, again, as he lifted my leg and grabbed my shoe. I looked at him, watching as he untied my shoe and toss it to the ground.

“What’d they say?” he asked, glancing at me as he pulled my sock off. I stared at him, a smile quickly growing across my lips as he pressed his lips onto my leg.

“Well, they were asking if I was at your place, as in ‘Wes’ place’ not my secret boyfriend’s place. But I said no. In fact, I insisted I wasn’t at your house… Even though I was,” I replied, my words trailing off into a slur as he began rubbing my foot.

“Where’d you say you were?”

“My secret boyfriend’s house,” I stated bluntly.

“Pup, you’re going to be the death of me. I swear,” he laughed as he carefully dropped my foot down. I looked at him and smiled. Wes’ eyes stayed down, watching what he was doing.

“I think I fooled ‘em,” I giggled as I rested my head back down on the bed and threw an arm over my face. Wes stayed quiet as he continued taking off my shoe and massaging my other foot. I really didn’t want him to stop. It felt sooooo good. Considering I’d been on my feet all freaking day.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! I don’t think Jessica has the faintest idea that we’re having sex,” I sighed as I pulled my arm from my face. Wes was now looking at me with a small smile on his lips. “What?”

“You’re a good girl, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your good girl… So I think that’s even better,” I said with a smile. Wes laugh and nodded.

“You’re not wrong, Pups, you’re not wrong,” he laughed as he climbed into the bed beside me. I looked up at him, staying quiet as he tried getting comfortable beside me.

“Are we going to have sex now?” I asked as he pulled the blanket over our bodies. Wes laughed, for what seemed like the millionth time tonight.

“Yeah, we’re going to have sex now, Pups,” he hummed as he wrapped his arms around my body and held me close. I returned the hum and nodded. My face pressed into his chest as he hugged me as close to his body as possible. I felt my hair shift as he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

“This is the best sex we’ve ever had.” 

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Part Seventeen

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

SFW ALPHABET A-Z

Gojo Satoru Edition 💙

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A= Admiration (How do they admire you? What is their thoughts about you? What is their reaction in meeting you for the first time? Do they instantly like you?)

Gojou loves staring at you and he's not afraid if he gets caught.

Even if you're doing chores or you're laughing with the first years. You could of just woken up with messy hair, drool dried on the corner of your mouth and he'll still think you're the most beautiful person in the world.

When he stares at you it's as if the world slows down and everyone goes in slow motion. He'll notice the twinkle in your eyes or how you suddenly shifted to your right. As he's in a trace where his hearts flutters at the sight of you.

His Six Eyes will notice even the tiniest detail about you.

Even in a crowded room his eyes will immediately try to find your form. You're the first person he seeks whenever and wherever.

He likes to boast about you to everyone, especially his students. You're his lover and he's proud to have you.

To him, you're his equal, his safe haven. You're the only person he can truly let his guard down with. You love him not because "he's the strongest shaman" but just as "Satoru" and that's something he thinks about that makes him feel all warm inside.

You're his everything, he wouldn't know what would he do if he ever loses you. If Gojou truly loves you he will fully commit to it.

You and Gojou didn't exactly start off on the right foot.

You thought he was too arrogant and annoying.

While he thought you were weak and boring.

You quickly proved that wrong, and his perception of you changed. He would often tease you and find opportunities to spar with you.

You slowly started to grow on each other from rivals to lovers.

He's still annoying though.

B= Bestie (Do they act like best friends while dating? How comfortable are they with you?)

Why absolutely! You guys are lovers at the same time bestfriends.

Gojou is very comfortable around you. He's pretty confident man already but when he's around you there's no breaks for this man.

He will do the wackiest and craziest things just see you laugh and smile.

You both tell each other everything, such as recent turn of events or even student gossip. He loves to gossip.

You can expect him to wake you up at 2 am just to go to McDonald's while blasting music from the car while you both sing on top of your lungs.

Of course there will be moments where both have arguments or disagreements but they don't last long. They get solved pretty easily.

"Wanna get icecream?"

"Fine, but you're playing."

Gojou can be quite obnoxious at times and you're not afraid to let him know. He doesn't listen and still annoy you anyways.

But now you should be used to his antics and don't take them too seriously.

There is no such thing as a boundary for this man.

He can literally become your safe haven during sad times or hell as he tickles you until you cry.

C= Cuddles (How often do they cuddle? How are they when they cuddle? What cuddle position do they like best? Are they the Big Spoon or Little Spoon?)

If he could, Gojou would always want to be cuddling with you. Whenever and wherever you both are.

He loves the feeling of having you in his arms or him in your arms. His home is where your arms are. It's one of the moments where his Infinity isn't activated.

He wrap his long limps around you and bring you as physically close as possible so he can nuzzle against you or press kisses to you.

Whenever he's in a cuddling mood or he's feeling stressed he'll come to find you and pull you to the nearest chair. He'll have you sit in his lap while he embraces you tightly. He won't go until he's satisfied too!

He usually prefers to be the bigger spoon, he likes the idea that you're safe within his arms. Sometimes he'll just stare at you while you sleep, smiling to himself as he drifts off to sleep.

If you're both in bed you must cuddle! It's a rule he made up.

He doesn't being the little spoon either, he loves the feeling of when you playing with hair. He truly feels comfortable and vulnerable within your arms.

He can't decide with position he likes best, he just likes the feeling of your body close to his.

D= Domestic (Are they willing to settle down with you? Are they willing to do chores? What do you two do at home?)

Gojou never thought he would settle down. That is until he met you!

With his busy and dangerous lifestyle, he thought he would spend the rest of his days alone.

Being with him, is a huge risk. The higher ups or the enemies would use you as a bargaining chip.

After lots of convincing, that you'll promise to be by his side forever. You'll have his heart now and forever.

Gojou when he's at home...he's lazy. He'll be munching on some snacks, lying on the sofa while you hang the laundry.

Somedays he's tired from work, so you let him be but if he really isn't doing anything. Some threats work really well on him.

"If you don't don't do the laundry, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

"Then I'm off to do it!"

Having growing up with servants, he's not used to doing household chores.

But he will try, because he doesn't want you take take on the full workload. Teach him, he's a fast learner!

At home, within your arms is where he feels safest. Majority of the time you two would be in contact with each other one way or another.

You're watching tv? He's sitting you with his arm around your shoulder. If you're cooking, he'll come and unexpectedly hug you from behind. This man craves your touch.

Watching movies or television is something you both do very often, you'll both be snuggled up together, while Gojou throws commentary here and there.

Cooking or baking is another thing you both do. Majority of the time you both rarely get to spend together due to Gojou's work schedule. Who ever arrives home first will have to make dinner. However, you two are both at home you both help each other make a delicious dessert or meal. Nothing like eating a home cooked meal together.

Playing video games together is a must! You're his player number 2. He's very competitive so if he wins, it's non stop boasting but if he loses he demands an immediate rematch. Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers is some the common ones you both play.

E= Endeavor (Are they supportive in you trying to do something? Will they help you reach for it?)

Gojou Satoru is known to be your literal hype man.

He will be very supportive of you and what you're trying to accomplish. As long as it's not something like becoming a murder. He's gonna have to do a double take on that.

If you're gonna become a piano, he'll have a grand piano delivered straight to your home. If you're gonna become an artist, he will buy you the best art supplies.

As they say "live your life to the fullest" and Gojou completely agrees with that statement.

If you're trying to learn something new, he will be encouraging you. There are times where he can be a little but don't take it to heart. He just wants you to improve and sugarcoating things isn't always the best way to improve.

If you're feeling down but you're trying to achieve, he'll be there to comfort you and motivate you.

"Things won't always go your way, but I promise I'll be there to cheer you on."

If you're trying to learn a new skill, he might have a go at it too. He's a fast learner but if he doesn't or can't do something, he'll just blame it on the fact that if he does it then he's gonna become perfect so he chooses not to. It's just to save his huge ego.

F= Fights (How often do you guys fight? Who apologizes first? How long will the fight last? What is the reason behind the fight?)

You guys argue pretty often but they're mostly about trival issues. Like Gojou forgot to take out the trash or who cooks today.

If you both do fight seriously. It would definitely have to do with "work". Because of Gojou's busy schedule you're not sure when will he be back home or when he will be gone. If you both have very different schedules it would definitely lead to some misunderstandings.

If you realize you did something wrong you'll apologize to him right away. While he spouts things like "I told you so!" but he's only teasing.

If he realizes he did something wrong it'll take him a while for him to admit it. Depending on the seriousness of the situation his apology will differ.

If it's something trivial, he'll just pepper you with kisses while says sorry a hundred times.

If it's serious, he'll fully embrace you and apologize, straight to the point no needless words.

Trivial fights don't last long but serious one may take time. Depending on who's wrong or right.

Gojou is a stubborn person so even if he's wrong it'll take him a while to admit it. Maybe days or a week but no longer than that. After all he can't resist not being around you.

G= Guard (Are they protective of you? How protective are they? Are they willing to risk themselves to save you?)

This depends whether you're a shaman or a civilian.

If you are a civilian, he will be very protective of you. You don't have the ability to see curses so who knows what or when can hurt you.

He'll take sure to put lots of talismans and barriers around your home for safety.

Gojou due to his busy work schedule won't always be home or be around you. During these days he's worried sick about you.

He'll be sure to message or call you whenever he can to check up on you.

If he truly senses you're in danger, no matter what he'll go to you instantly. After that happens he'll more frightened of losing you and might resort to leaving you.

Despite how much he loves you, you're life is more precious than him. He can't risk that by being around you.

If you're a shaman just like him, he won't be as protective over you. He'll understand and trust that you'll be able to defend yourself.

He'll make sure to spar with you so that you won't lose in touch in fighting.

Even though he knows you can take care of yourself, in his heart he still worries for you. So he may or may not pop up randomly during your missions and exorcise the curse immediately.

You may end up getting annoyed or mad at him because you may think he thinks you're weak but that's not the case. He just loves you and worries about you.

Whether you're a civilian or shaman, Gojou will 100% risk his life to save you. He's lost so many people, he can't afford lose you too.

If you're out in public, he'll be sure to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist. He'll glare at anyone who looks at you funny through his sunglasses.

Gojou has a massive presence so good luck to anyone who tries to approach you. They gotta get through him first.

H= Healing (What is their reaction in you getting hurt? Do they get hurt often? Do they help you patching you up? Or do they not know how to patch you up, and tries their hardest?)

Gojou hates seeing you hurt in anyway. Even if it's a tiny wound. It's kinda like if you're hurt he's hurt too. That's his way of thinking.

If you get injured during a mission, you can bet Gojou will be all over you.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"For the hundred time, yes..."

Despite your assurance that are fine, he'll still insist to take you to Shoko just to be safe.

If it's a trivial wound like you accidentally cut yourself or you stubbed your toe. Gojou will be the one to take care of the wound. He does have basic knowledge on how to treat wounds.

If it's a severe wound, he'll instantly bring you to Shoko. He'll teleport all the way from Hokkaido to Tokyo if he has to.

He doesn't know how to use the Reverse Cursed Technique but at the moment when you're dying in his arms he will try his best to.

He will literally become your human shield if he knows things are dire.

If he sees an enemy wound you, well it's gonna be game over for the enemy. Instant oblivion.

It is known that Gojou has his Infinity activated at all times, so he doesn't ever get hurt whether from missions or trivial issues.

Very rare but when he does turn off his Infinity he can get hurt but it's because he let's it happen.

He still gets sick from time to time because that's something his Infinity can't protect him from.

I= Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do you two often go on dates?)

Gojou as we all know is very affectionate and romantic person.

He's very cheesy and likes to tease you just to see you blush.

He can't keep his hands off of you, he has to be touching you even just by lacing your fingers together. He also likes to stand near you often behind you or right beside you.

Gojou goes all over Japan for his missions and he makes sure to always bring a souvenir home for you whether it's a little trinket or something you'll like. Definitely will buy sweets, he'll share just a little though.

You'll often be surprised with deliveries of bouquets at work addressed to you but not written from who but you know who it is.

This man is extremely rich, so you ever have an eye on something, he'll secretly buy it for you.

When you're cold, he'll give you his jacket or hug you to keep you warm. If you're feeling hot under the sun, use this man as your personal shade. He doesn't mind.

It's rare for the both of you to have day offs at the same time so it's always something special to him.

He'll either take you out shopping or a cafe date.

He loves going around Tokyo with you to different places and secretly takes pictures of you when you're not looking.

If you don't feel like going anywhere he's fine with just cuddling you while watching a movie.

Gojou just has a sense for you if you're feeling down or stressed. He'll instantly know and would try to make you feel better.

He can cook your favorite meal or even give you a massage.

He's not shy to show the world how much he loves you, everyone in the Jujutsu society knows about you two.

J= Jealousy (How often do they get jealous? Do they get easily jealous? How will they react?)

Gojou doesn't get jealous easily. He trusts you and knows the things you do and won't do. However, on rare occasions it does happen but he won't directly voice it out.

"I'm the strongest most handsome shaman ever!" But behind that he still has insecurities. It usually depends on the person you're interacting with. If he sees you getting a little too close to someone, he'll step inーcausally stepping in between the two of you. A hand around your waist around strangers and a full on back hug around people he knows.

If a stranger tries to pick you up, he'll swoop right in towering the poor stranger. He knows he's attractive and he knows show to use it.

"Pay attention to me (Y/N), not Nanami!.

"Satoru, we're talking the recent sighting of a grade 1 cursed spirit."

Afterwards he'll just be very whiny and needy, he wants your full attention on him and him only!

K= Kissing (Do they like kissing you? Are they shy or confident in kissing you?)

Gojou Satoru loves all forms of affection. Kissing being one of them.

Gojou has had experience with kissing so he knows what he's doing. One moment he'll be kissing you sweetly then it turns into a full blown make out session.

He's not embarrassed about kissing you in public. Despite the Japanese culture of being conservative of PDA. He won't be making out with you in front of the entire crosswalk but he'll give you pecks or smooches that last a moment or two.

Whenever he leaves for work, he'll always ask for his goodbye kiss or when he's back home he'll be eagerly waiting for your kiss.

Whenever you both pass by each other whether at home or at school, he'll press a chaste kiss to you.

His tongue is divine, he definitely knows how to use his tongue. You can bet he knows how to tie a cherry into a knot using just his tongue.

You will always taste something sweet lingering on him as you kiss him.

He doesn't have a specific type of kiss he likes, he likes them all as long as they're with you. Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, eskimo kisses you name it!

He will definitely will to try out all forms of kisses with you.

L= Love (Who drops the L-word first? Would they rather say it or do it?)

Love is a complicated feeling, Gojou hasn't felt that before with any of his past relationships.

That was until he met you. That's when he realized that what the feeling was.

You were cuddling in bed together, face to face. There was no talking just silence as the two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes. Only the light of the moonlight peaking through the curtains illuminating the room.

Gojou stares into your eyes with a soft smile on his face as he gently lays his hand on your cheek.

Your eyes held the universe within them, the universe that is you and it's staring back at him with so much love and affection within them. He feels the warmth spread throughout his body. He whispers softly "I love you..." as his own eyes reflect yours.

You gasp with eyes widening, processing the words he spoke. You feel your eyes well up in tears, as your cheeks warm. You place your hand over his and whisper back "I love you too.." smiling brightly at him.

That was the moment when he first told you he loved you, it was so genuine and raw.

Afterwards he'll always voice out that he loves you but of course he shows it as well. He'll call you beautiful while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

M= Marriage (How do they propose to you? What’s their ideal wedding like? Where do you plan it?)

Gojou is a very spontaneous man, I can imagine him doing it during the most mundane and random moments. Such as after you're both walking home from a date or maybe it's late into the night while you're both cuddling.

Maybe moments where you're hurt or if he almost lost you.

"Marry me, (Y/N)..."

It's just a spur of the moment kind of thing, when he's the most vulnerable. When he realizes "ah, I want to spend the rest of my life with this person..."

Gojou is pretty flexible with the kind of wedding he wants. He doesn't really have a dream wedding.

The elders of his clan would definitely bug him for a Traditional one as it is customary.

However, if you want a Western style wedding instead he will definitely go for it.

Mostly likely, you both will have two weddings one traditional and western.

Money is different not an issue with this man. Say the word and you shall receive. It's definitely going to be extravagant.

Whether you want to or not he'll find a way to splurge his money.

If the elders are opposed to your marriage you'll both will just have a private wedding, inviting the people closest to you guys.

Not marrying you because someone said no is not an option for him.

N= Nicknames (What do they call you? Do they call you these in public as well? How often do they call you in nicknames?)

Gojou has a variety of nicknames for you!

Ranging from the typical baby, babe, sweetie, darling and honey.

Or something more sweet such as princess/prince, my love, my dearest.

And there's those really cringey ones such as sugarpie, cupcake, my strawberry cheesecake.

He will literally call you by any dessert name.

"Hey, my kikufuku!" Yup, that's you.

If you're shorter than him you can add shorty, short stuff or munchkin to the list.

When he uses them usually depends on the situation. If he's feeling really affectionate or needy he'll be using the really sweet nicknames.

Sometimes he'll even come up with the most ridiculous ones as much as it embarrasses you.

Usually he'll just call you using the common nicknames. He will only use your real name during serious situations.

He's not shy about proclaiming you as his chocolate cupcake. Not even in front of his students or colleagues.

"Are you referring to (L/N) sensei?" "Bingo!"

You've tried to beg him to stop but the man doesn't listen.

O= Open (How open are they with you? Are they willing to share their secrets and past with you? Do they trust you?)

Gojou despite being a man who loves to talk does not like talking about his private life or his past.

It's very personal information to him and he doesn't want the information to fall into the wrong hands.

If anyone asks about it he'll either ignore the question or answer it very vaguely.

You would have to be someone has spent years by his side to be to attain that level of trust with you.

There are some things in his past that isn't easy to talk about, even though it doesn't bother him now. If you ask he will tell you about it briefly.

If it's information not regarding his secrets or his past, he doesn't sharing those details. If you wanna about his mission or want to check his phone, he will let you. He has nothing to hide except the secret pictures he takes of you.

He in return trusts you as well, but he won't pry into things you don't want to talk about.

If you manage to gain his trust enough for him to reveal personal information about him, don't break it. If you do, you will never be able to gain it back.

P= PDA (Are they into PDA? Do they often do it? Their reaction if you hold their hands or kiss them in public.)

Gojou is into PDA but he doesn't flaunt it as often as you think. He won't be making out with you in the middle of the school hallway but he will press chaste kisses to you.

He's not afraid to hug you or hold your hand around the faculty or students.

He won't do something inappropriate in public he likes to keep that in private. Through sometimes he will because he likes seeing you embarrassed while you desperately ask him to stop. Trying not to gain the attention of the people around you.

He also likes seeing the reactions of other people when he does display affection towards you but mostly he does it to see your cute reactions.

If you initiate hand holding with him, he will definitely hold your hand back tightly. If you kiss him, he'll be surprised but then he's quick to tease you about it.

"Oya, is my cupcake getting bold～?"

If anyone looks at you two with disgust he will yell out "you got a problem?"

He's not shy to show the world he loves you.

Q= Quirk (Do they find your quirks adorable or odd? Do they tell you or not? Do they have a quirk of their own?)

Nothing escapes his keen eyesight. He'll notice and remember a lot of your quirks even the ones you're unconsciously doing.

He thinks its absolutely adorable, like how you furrow your eyebrows in concentration how you pout when you're deep in thought.

All these little quirks make you who you are and he adores them.

Gojou will tell you about them of course, even if you try to deny it. If you don't believe he'll try to take a picture to show you which ends up making you really embarrassed.

"I can't help it, I don't even know that I'm doing that..." you whisper with a blush on your face.

Gojou has a quirk of fiddling with his blindfold or his sunglasses if he's wearing them.

Definitely a fan of putting his hands in his jacket or hands while he stands or walks. He doesn't like the feeling of his hands being empty.

R= Reliable (Are they loyal? How loyal are they? Are they there for you when you need someone?)

Gojou is a very honest and down to earth kind of guy. Of course, loyalty is something he firmly commits to.

Cheating is something he won't resort to at all costs. No woman or man is tempting enough for him to be swayed.

We all know he is a good looking guy, he's bound to attract suitors anywhere but he'll turn them all down. He already has you, why would he need anyone else?

There are times where you might feel insecure or jealous but Gojou will always be there to assure you not to. He'll do his best to comfort you, until you're smiling again.

"You're the only one I need..."

During these times he'll even share his precious sweets with you. He'll feed you cake while hugging you from behind.

Have faith in him because whenever you need him, he'll make sure to be there.

S= Solace (How do they comfort you? Do they immediately notice you being sad?)

Gojou just has sense whenever you're feeling sad, even though you try your hardest to hide it.

He just sees through your facade. He won't ask if you're okay when he clearly knows you'll try to lie about it.

If you're trying to avoid him, he'll either pin you against the wall or pull you into his embrace.

He'll be silent as he takes off his blindfold to stare deep into your eyes, how could you lie when those eyes are looking straight at you.

He won't ask you about what's bothering you but he will always be there to comfort you.

Gojou would pull you into his lap on his expensive chair and cradle you like child as he gently caresses your hair.

Ligerning forehead kisses is also he does to comfort you.

Gojou would also bring his sweets stash and slowly feed you some while he hugs you from behind. If you want food, he'll be glad to cook up your favorite meal.

He knows a lot of cringy and cheesy jokes, in which ends up with him laughing at his own jokes. His laughter is contagious so wouldn't be able to hold back a smile after that.

T= Turn-off (What do they dislike in people? What is their turn-off?)

Gojou hates the old way of thinking he finds in elders especially the elders of his clan and the jujutsu society.

He doesn't like anything anything serious or boring. If you're too uptight, he'll find a way to break that.

Another thing he hates is when people do something behind his back or say something behind his back. If you have something to say, then say it straight it to him.

Routine is another thing he dislikes, he's very spontaneous and looks for the fun in things.

He dislikes vegetables and anything bitter. He's a lover of sweets afterall!

Prying too much into his personal life, as proud as he isーhe doesn't like going around talking much about his private life or his past.

U= Umbrageous (Do they easily get offended by what you said? How will they react when you get hurt by what they said?)

Now if you mean playful gets offended then the answer would be yes. If you're seriously trying to offend him, he won't. He's not the type to take things like that to heart.

Call him an idiot, a narcissist, he will playful hold his chest in pain and whine to you while he pouts.

He'll even tease you back if he feels like it.

"Sorry, did you say something～?"

Even though he doesn't take insults to heart, if you use his past against him, he will take offense to it. His past is something he doesn't want to bring up so if you or anyone brings it up. That changes things.

He tries to keep the optimism but he's only human with emotions so there will be times you could offend him.

If you managed to offend him, he'll be unusually quiet as he dwells on your words.

He won't resort to anger but that doesn't mean he won't at times. That's when he's firing insults back you, blinded by rage. He will regret it afterwards though.

V= Vision (What do they imagine their future? What is their dream? Do they want to spend it with you?)

If Gojou truly loves you, he'll definitely would want to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. Somewhere where he doesn't have to be on guard and would always welcome him with open arms.

Yet at the same time he is afraid of the dangers that come associated with him. If you're a civilian he'll try to distance himself away from you. He's afraid one day when he's not around, someone might come after you. His world is completely different from that of a normal person's afterall.

If you work in the same field as him. He'll definitely be more reluctant to push you away, because he knows you can handle yourself. It lessens his worries.

Still life as a shaman is still as dangerous, you're putting your lives at risk every time you go on a mission. The thought of losing you scares him to the very core.

Despite that he still loves you and if can't be with you he would like to associated with you someway maybe as acquaintances or friends.

He dreams of a world without cursed spirits, where he can live a peaceful life, settle down and start a family with you.

In a world crowded with darkness he dreams of a single ray of solace that is you.

Someone that will stay by his side no matter how difficult it will be.

W= Wacky (What is their reaction in you doing something crazy? Will they join you or stop you?)

Gojou Satoru is a man child, he does the most ridiculous of things like wearing a skirt of a highschool student.

If you're the type of person who's just as energetic and wild as him, it's going to be chaos.

You both will pull pranks on the students and faculty. Poor Ijichi being one of your primary targets.

If you're the type of person who's more on the serious side then he'll be shocked by your suggestion.

But of course he's willing to join in whatever plot you have.

Gojou already gives the higher ups a headache, if you're added to the mix it's going to end up being a massive headache.

He lost count of the amount of times he got scolded by Principal Yaga.

He can come up with the wildest ideas and sometimes you will have to become his break.

Principal Yaga specifically asked you to keep him in check after all.

X= Xtra (Random Headcannon about them)

Gojou Satoru has a driver's license. In fact he even owns several cars.

Of course, they're all the expensive ones because he thinks they look cool.

Does he use them? Not that often, when you literally have the ability to teleport or have Ijichi to drive you around.

As you expect he's a fast driver, you will literally be griping your seatbelt for dear life. It looks like he's gonna crash but he won't. He just likes to scare you.

Of course there's a stash of candy and extra pairs of sunglasses in the glovebox.

Gojou is surprisingly a great cook. You would think being raised with servants he wouldn't know how to cook but he does.

He studies the recipe very carefully and cooks. It's as if he has a natural talent for cooking.

At first, you were pretty skeptical of his cooking but once you had of bite of his dish. You could feel the literal flavors explode on your tongue.

When it's his turn for him to cook, expect him to be wearing a cute apron while blasting music from his speaker.

He'll be singing and dancing in the kitchen.

Hug him from behind while he cooks and he'll melt right then and there. Trying to hide a blush from you.

Y= Yearning (Do they long for you? Will they find themselves missing you while you’re away? If so, how will they cope with it?)

Even though you haven't seen each other for a day he terribly miss you. Your just gives him warm and when you're not there he feels cold.

He goes on missions very often and they can last days or even weeks depending on the case. He'll try to update you as much as he can on when he could come home.

Even when he's in the middle of fighting cursed spirits, he'll find his mind wondering towards you.

If he's away from you, you'll be getting calls and texts from him quite frequently. He'll make sure to always greet you good morning or good night and ask how you are.

He'll always ask if you've eaten or not and asks you to send a picture of your meal to prove it to him. He needs to know you're being well fed.

If you think he talks too much he texts just as much. He'll even take random selfies of himself or something interesting he wants you to see.

If you send him a selfie or video he'll save that so fast and save that to his folder. So he can look through them whenever he misses you.

If it's a long mission, he might pack one of your shirts which has your scent so he could take a whiff to calm himself or cuddle as he sleeps.

After a mission if he's not tired yet, he'll video call you every now and then.

He'll try to come back as fast as possible because he doesn't feel complete without your presence.

Z= Zzz (Do they fall asleep easily? Do they move around while sleeping? What sleeping position do they like best?)

If we are talking about the past Gojou, maybe around his youth then no. He had difficulty sleeping because sleeping meant he's vulnerable to attacks.

This is why relies mostly on sweets to stimulate his brain because there are days where he can't sleep at all. His powers drain a lot of energy to keep up.

Once he could run Infinity automatically, he doesn't have any trouble sleeping at all. In fact, he passes out instantly once his head hits the pillow.

The man works hard and goes on tons of missions so of course he's bound to be tired when he gets home.

Gojou Satoru is 190 cm tall so of course he has a large king sized bed at home. He likes having a lot of space but he tends to move around a lot unconsciously.

There have been times where he has fallen off the bed as well.

If you're sleeping with him and want to prevent him from taking all the bed space, you both cuddle that way his limbs are locked on you.

His likes to sleep laying on his back while you lay on your chest or embracing you from behind as you both sleep on your sides.

It's very rare from him to snore but that doesn't mean he doesn't and when he does, it's loud.

However sleeping with him has it's benefits, if you wake up before him you'll be graced by the most angelic view. As he breathes softy while his long white eye lashes remain closed.

If he does wake up you will also be graced by his morning voice which is divine.

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SunaOsa fanfic recs: valentines edition~~

SunaOsa is one of my all time favorite ships and this past month, there has been/was an exchange going on between writers (here is the link) and artists (separately) and because I don’t have a life (or maybe it’s just that SunaOsa is my life LOL), I’m here to tell you some of my favorite fics from the pile :D However, as much as I love a ship, sometimes fluff is too asajndajnd so mind you there will probably be a lot of good fics missing just cause I couldn’t get myself to read more fluff (or angst) LOL (IM SORRY but sometimes I also just can’t motivate myself to read a fic no matter how good it looks OOPS).

As always, please check warning and tags before reading any of these fics, and take care of yourselves!!!!

In no particular order (jk the order is last updated haha) tho my favorites will have *** next to them :)

***glass stained black by unrequitedangst (E) 31k // Mafia AU’s are some of my favorite kinds of fics, and this one did not disappoint! The character development of Osamu is really legit and despite being mafia, it’s not that heavy or angst of a fic (but you should still definitely read tags and warnings first). It’s an Osamu heavy fic, and if you’re into reading him being stupid, go right ahead LOL.

redux by catalysis (T) 2.3k // ngl I hate break-up fics with a passion truely (when you can’t handle fluff or angst what to do) but I liked the concept for this one hehe (so I made myself suffer LOL). It was short, but cute !!! and the unspoken words really hit me in the FEELS (so what I’m dramatic fight me LOL).

Impropriety by DeathBelle (T) 5.7k // royalty~ I love the banter between them in this fic and we DO stan respectful Osamu yes we do <33333 The relationships between not only SunaOsa but SunaAtsu (because even though it isn’t really SunaAtsu best friend agenda, I can delude myself into think it is okay :/) are done so well and so nice he’s mean Osamu is best Osamu.

***what are you waiting for? by Slumber (T) 3.7k // MIGHT BE MY FAV FIC FROM THIS EXCHANGE!!! It made me cackle and I love how they learn new things about each other!!!! Like the development is so good and Suna is really doing the MOST!! Also, I love recursive endings AHHHHHH!

agape by sketchedsmiles (T) 11.7k // soulmates, then they were SOULMATES! (ik that’s not how it goes but pls just humor me LOL) This fic really depicted Osamu’s insecurities/internal turmoil/overthinking really well and the realization he has vs Suna’s AHJAFKASFJ. I love confident Suna.

fireside by tartaglia (starkartifices) (T) 3.6k // we do love the subtle flirt flirt don’t we hehe ;) It’s short, it’s fluff, and it’s funny - what more could you ask for? Also whats a vigilante fic if there isn’t at least one pun about being a vigilante LOL.

Over and Over Again by tookumade (G) 6.4k // I would like to order one reassuring, reliable Miya Osamu for myself please and thank you :((( The way the relationship is so GOOD like both Suna and Osamu pick each other up and they know the other has their back ajfhkajdfl. I would purchase all the onigiri with the deal Suna was proposing ;) Onigirintarou.

from here to eternity by TheGlovedArtist (T) 6.6k // I for one am a big fan of mythology and stuff (heroes of olympus but like IDR any of the plot LOL) so of course I read this fic. The snark appearances of Sakusa and Komori gave me LIFE and the difference in descriptions from Astumu and Kita cracked me up. This is another respectful Osamu fic (yes I love these) and in this one it was a ‘I save you as much as you save me’ type beat LOL. Gotta love rings.

***Subtle Inarizaki Dating by sifuhotman (T) 15.2k // THIS ONE. Even if you don’t read the whole thing, I beg of you, please, I AM ON MY KNEES, read the SID for Astumu. It is worth the loss of all your brain calls I guarantee it. It made me giggle so freakin much. Suna might be an A-Hole but he’s OUR A-Hole <3

Forever Begins with 8 Seconds by subtlehues (T) 3.9k // FLUFF hehe, I love their dynamic in this one it’s very good and cute and everything great! Also, I am all for the head cannon that Suna cannot cook, yes pls. Also SUPERPOWERS whooooooooh.

***try again, and again, and again by rosegoldwriting (T) 2.6k // SOULMATES! If you ever wanted a specific soulmate AU! for SunaOsa look no further, it probably comes out LOL. I love this concept of them just being like ‘WTF’ everyday, it gives me life. Also, count how many soulmate AU’s you recognized because I just thought about it and I think it’d be fun LOL. (I went back and I think 11 but I’m not sure LOL)

let us burn by SilverMoonT (G) 13.5k // I am always up for a nice vampire Osamu and witch Suna (which believe it or not, is my second one because I read the other one by this writer LOL) This one is more Suna POV and it really goes into his fears and desires, and I like the way Osamu pushes him to live more freely.

***reasons to microwave an elixir by spiritscript (T) 8.2k // THIS ONE. UGH I love, and it’s funny and cute and it EVEN HAS CRIME (kinda not really but yes)! I love the quiet moments they have and the PET AHHHHHHH! We love medic Osamu :DDDDD But also the betrayal and the sparring (and the irony at the end LOL) AJSKJNFK.

we fall between by stringendos (T) 14.7k // honestly the entire time I was just screaming at my computer, begging for them to hurry up and realize, but alas this is a ~slow burn~ for a reason and the tag ‘exes who act like theyre married’ really is the reason I read it and I do not regret LOL. Also bless Matsuda and stan her.

All the Time in the World by minie_ai (M) 8.8k // we love immortality! Denial! And Suna mentally filing away blackmail against people (namely Astumu) LOL. Running away from your problems is always the answer (I am saying this is a not sarcastic manner because I too, run away from my problems LOL) but ramen is ALWAYS a good answer. We love ourselves some emotional constipation LOL.

***none but you by broikawa (T) 7.2k // everything is a competition always LOL, not that I’m complainin but still LOL EVERYTHING. I really love this one because I love the progression and cock-block SakuAtsu hehe. I love them being synchronized idiots <3

it all comes back to you, (my home) by iritaescents (T) 4.5k // FOREVER, WE STAN FOREVER. Anyway, LOL this was is very very cute and fluff and not slow burn, it fast burn LOL. It’s a cute fic to read and it even has our favorite, now say it with me SOULMATES LOL.

Can't help falling in bed with you by tirralirra (T) 6.7k // here we see a 5 + 1 with points for the title (I think it’s very funny LOL my humor is bad ;)) Not that it really needs extra points because it’s a great fic in itself LOL but I really liked the title so I felt the need to share this with you all (OOPS). This was so cute, and the + 1 is HILARIOUS.

It’s no longer up :(((((( -> love's consequences by xginpuff (T) 6.5k // WARNINGS AND TAGS been a while since we had an angsty fic in this list (LOL the way I just tried to avoid all of them hehe). I read the tags but ngl I was still surprised later LOL maybe I’m just dumb, but anyway IK it starts out a bit confusing, but after you read more, you’ll get into it!

***sunagashi by bastigod (T) 9.8k // if there’s anything I like more than mythology, it’s folklore LOL. I love this fic and the plot is written so artfully AHDSAJN. Also the scene with the Ume-chan and her comment (so snarky I love). Also they way I went through so much trouble trying to figure out the kanji LOL (SPOILER it’s miyarin hehe)

catch me (while i'm still runnin') by lunarins (T) 4.3k // first and foremost, may we have a moment of silence for Komori and his eyebrows..... Continuing, this fic was so good because I love a good heist hehe. Their slight of hand abilities really doing the most LOL, and the ending OMG. I love the way the writer added in how they appeared to others during the heist, it really made it so good! Ugh to have a painting class and almost die LOL.

***if we get this right by Slumber (G) 5k // OLD FRIEND plsplspls I love this fic and I love how Osamu slowly relearns who he knew Suna as AHHH. The ending, again UGH, I really loved it and their banter with one another.

The Study of Suna Rintarou by DeathBelle (T) 6.1k // PLEASE the way Osamu kept getting offended omg. But also the effort Suna puts into getting to know Osamu, I was in ~love~. Read to me Osamu, READ TO ME. But also the Osamu is an oblivious MF agenda is alive and well within this fic hehe.

Take a Hint by pancake_surprise (G) 2.3k // ok so I had just read a tumbr post about the one bed thing and then I saw this fic. It was like the stars aligned okay? I was like, ig I HAVE to read it now hehe. But seriously read it, it’s cute and like everything else, of course there’s a challenge to be made LOL.

Heatwave by pancake_surprise (G) 2.1k // the way they were dating without knowing they were dating man. The tag ‘Didn't Know They Were Dating‘ more accurate than the ‘first dates’ one LOL jk but actually tho am I kidding? It’s the first official one IG. LOL anyway, we do love the doin of the defining of relationships. Yup.

If you made it all the way down here, CONGRATS LOL. Like I said, I didn’t read all of them (sadly) and these were the ones i did read LOL. I might add more depending on whether I can motivate myself into reading fics I know will be good LOL so we’ll see heh. Honestly, I thought I was gonna get word counted, but YAY we finished (for now hehe). Also sorry for any possible typos (is this no beta we die like men?) I’m running on 90 min of sleep so my engrish be strugglin LOL. Be safe and wear masks :)

[mrsren]

Tom/Hermione Blackmail AU 1

Sharing the first part of this here because I don’t have self-control, but I’m holding back from posting on AO3 until I’m ready to write it steadily. Onto the info/warnings. 

I don’t have a summary, sorry to tell you. But I’ve got tags, which will probably give you a pretty good idea of what this story is about. 

Tags: blackmail, co-workers, D/s elements, dub-con leaning more toward non-con depending how you feel about blackmail, degradation, humiliation. Most of these come out later on, but there’s a blanket warning. 

Now onto the dirty stuff. Admittedly, there is no real smut in the first part, but there is so much sexual tension. It’s about 3k so it’s under the line. It hasn’t been edited, so sorry for the typos. 

I would super love to hear what you think, whether that’s on the post, in my messages, or ask box! 

At approximately ten past one o’clock, the door to her office swung open. Hermione didn’t raise her head when the handle twisted, when the door knocked against the wall a fraction too loud. Instead, she gestured to the corner of her desk, the only free space and not by much. 

“Please leave it in the basket.”

“Do you always speak to the couriers so rudely?” The shadow fell over her desk, and Hermione grimaced before looking up. Tom Riddle peered down at her in the annoyingly irritating way only he had. As though he was sizing her up while simultaneously believing there was nothing to observe. “No need to answer. I’ve sat across from you in enough board meetings to know.”

Placing her quill back into the stand beside a newly opened jar of ink, Hermione folded her arms and gave no reaction. “Ha. How can I help you? Have you gotten lost? Your office is another two floors down, although your desire to be in the DMLE must have brought you here anyway. I hear Harry will be looking for a new secretary soon. Perhaps you’d be a good fit?”

Riddle narrowed his eyes, and his fingers clenched the parcels so roughly that they crinkled in his grip. “The funniest thing happened this morning. Somehow, your mail was delivered to me by mistake. A new courier,” he lamented. “I’m sure you can understand how easy it is to get turned around.” He was enjoying himself entirely too much.

And the slow grin stretching his lips couldn’t mean anything good. Immediately, Hermione’s stomach dropped and her palms grew sweaty. She leaned back in her chair, and rubbed them against her jeans beneath the desk. As she did, she felt his eyes follow the movement.

His lip curled at the sight of her muggle clothes. Riddle had always hated the casual attire that came with Saturdays, when dress code was lax.

“And you’ve come to return it to me, how kind of you.” She reached for them, but he lifted them higher until they would be out of her grasp even if she stood. “Hand over my mail, Riddle. I have work to finish and I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“I thought you lived at work.” There was an edge to his voice then. “Haven’t you fallen asleep in your office several times now? All Hermione Granger does is eat, sleep, and breathe her work.”

If she ever got her hands on her mail, she was going to smack him with the largest parcel. “Have you been watching me? Perhaps you’re a bit jealous that you were passed over for the position.” That did it.

His eyes sparked, and he slammed a hand down at the edge of her desk. Papers scattered, but she snorted at the vicious glint that had taken over his eyes. “You are undoubtedly the rudest witch to work in the Ministry. What are you rushing to get out of here for, Granger?”

Tom Riddle has called her by her surname since they were first years, and the timeless rivalry between their houses had snapped into place, never wavering. When they were fellow Heads, he had called her by her first name one time, and one time only. There had been liquor involved, and him holding her up while helping her back to the shared common room while hissing that this didn’t make them friends.

She hadn’t needed the reminder. Thing was, this memory was years in the past now and there was no sense in it now. The look on his face reminded her of it though. Crystal clear, as though it had happened last week.

“I’m meeting Harry and Ron.” Hermione waited for him to roll his eyes, but he didn’t. The grin he gave was all the more terrifying. So much that she felt it in her bones, the sense of dread that put her upside down. “We have plans for dinner, and I’d like to get this done. So, if you could just…”

He waved his hand and the door to her office swung shut. The lock turned into place, and the sound of it rattled through the room. “I’m afraid your they’ll have to wait a little longer.” Finally, he hands over a few of the parcels, save for one. His knuckles have turned white from his grip on it. And then Hermione saw that the top of it had been ripped open.

“Did you open my mail?” She shot out of her seat, now regretting that she’d kicked her shoes off the second she got in. Now if she rounded the desk to yell at him from an even closer distance—and it was tempting—he’d only laugh at her. “Riddle, that’s—”

“There was no name on it.” Riddle said slowly, and there was no missing that slow chuckle under his breath. “I had no idea who it was meant for, so of course I opened it. How else would I figure it out?”

“Fine,” slipped through gritted teeth. “Just hand it over and get out.”

Riddle shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You see, I don’t think this” –he waves the heavy envelope— “was meant for you. It certainly concerns you, but it seems to me that someone is trying to ruin you.”

Her brows shot up, nearly taking a new home in her hairline. “Spare me the bloody dramatics, and give me my mail.”

He didn’t hand it over, but he pulled the contents from inside and let them fly across her desk.

A knot formed in her stomach, tying itself over and over again. They were all photos of herself in various states of undress—some of them showed her completely nude—and she recognized the hands on her in some as her Viktor’s. He must have kept them after they had broken up. “What the fuck—” Hermione began, but she struggled to take a proper breath. “You’ll hand these over immediately, Riddle.”

He clicked his tongue. “I think I’ll pass, actually.”

“Would you rather be arrested?” Hermione all but snarled it. She’d set them on fire, if it weren’t for the parchment under them. They’d catch fire just as well, but perhaps it would be worth it. A final resort, if Riddle didn’t come to his senses.

Gone was his former irritation, and all there was now was his amusement. He didn’t bother to hide it at all. “Unless you’d like for me to tell them how you blackmailed Cassius Parkinson into voting for your bill last summer…”

Her throat could have closed up with how she couldn’t breathe. I have no idea what you’re talking about. That was what she should have said, but it was nowhere near what fucking came out of her mouth. “How do you know about that?”

The photos were still staring up at her, and he was staring at them too much for her liking. She couldn’t recognize him anymore when he did, or that way his eyes darkened when they lingered. “I have quite a few acquaintances, Granger. His daughter was in our year, you must remember, and when Cassius is pissed, he likes to rant.”

“And I was his most recent topic.”

He shrugged. “A few weeks ago, you were. Now that I have not one, but two things I’m able to hold over that pretty little head of yours, I think you’ll be much more agreeable.”

Voices grew louder as footsteps sounded on the other side of the door, and Riddle came around her desk. Hermione took an involuntary step back, and hated the way he smiled when she did. “Why would you want that?”

He’d foregone his dress robes today, but she wished he hadn’t. The way his trousers fit him were even more distracting, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms. Riddle leaned forward, placing a hand on her desk—on the photo, over her bare breasts—and smiled like he knew exactly where his palm had landed. “You’re a quick study, Granger. I think you’ll figure it out.”

She thought she already had with he way he was staring at her. “Please, just let me take the photos. I’ll give you money, or—”

“I don’t want your money.”

Hermione swallowed. “Then what do you want?”

“Right now,” He shifted his stance, and lifted his hand so he could drag his fingertip across the photo. “I want you to tell me why you took these photos and what’s happening in them. You can manage that surely, hmm?”

Her heartbeat was uneven in her chest, to the point that it hurt, and she couldn’t think of a way out of this. “Have you made copies?” The pleading in her voice was very much real, but she knew the answer before he said it.

“Of course.” He lifted his other hand, and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Now, you know what you’re meant to do, don’t you?”

Hermione would like to snap at him, to yell for the Aurors—which there was no shortage of on this floor. But the truth of what she’s done would be enough to earn her termination, and her achievement of earning deputy department head sooner than anyone else would cease to matter. Not only that, but the legislation it had helped her pass would be called into question.

And he knew it.

“It was for my ex boyfriend’s birthday.” Hermione whispered. “I posed for him on our bed while he photographed me, and charmed the camera when we—”

His finger slid against the base of her throat, warm and coaxing. “Then this was your idea?”

She nodded, and did not lean into him.

She. Did. Not.

“Tell me about this one. And do a good job of it.” The threat was unmistakably clear, and she wished that it didn’t effect her in the way it did.

Fear swirled in the pit of her stomach, sick and vicious, but that wasn’t all. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, not willing to look at the feeling any closer. “I’m going to get you back for this.” Her voice was ragged, too breathy, and not enough anger.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sure you will. I’m rather looking forward to it, but I’ve asked you a question. You don’t want to keep me waiting, do you?”

In the photograph he’d pointed out, it was nearly only of her save for the hand on her neck, and the fingers wrapped around her throat. She looked past Viktor’s arm, swallowing, and looked at herself for a moment. “We’re having sex.”

Riddle shook his head.

“He’s fucking me.” Hermione said unevenly. “It was the second time that night.”

“He’s choking you.” Riddle’s voice was low, but not soft, and he curled a finger under her chin to lift her head. When she tried to turn away, his grip tightened and he forced her to look at him. “Was that for him, or for you?”

“For me.” Hermione swallowed tightly, and he watched her. “He never liked it.”

He let go of her jaw, and his fingers drifted lower. Riddle’s knuckles brushed against the front of her throat, and she thought he might try to recreate that photo. “I’m not going to choke you.” His voice softened when she flinched. “Why didn’t he like it?”

Why did he want to know? What difference could it make? From the way this had started and continued on, there was clearly one thing he was after. “If your plan is to blackmail me for sex, you should just get it over with.”

“I can assure you that I have no intentions of simply getting it over with, Granger.”

Of course he would want to drag this out—to savor it for as long as he could. Surely there was something she could find on him so she could turn the tables. It would mean that they would be in a hopefully constant stalemate, but there was no doubt that Tom Riddle was the sort of man that would keep going until he regained the upper hand.

Where would that leave her?

The only option for now was to play along, and to pretend there wasn’t a thrill that came with it.

“Viktor thought it felt like abusing me. He rarely ever choked me.”

“That’s a shame. And what of this one?” He pointed to another photo, but by the time she dragged her eyes back to him, she found that he’d hardly looked away from her.

She was on her back, and it’s a terribly explicit photograph. Hermione’s skin was flush, soft. Her breasts are exposed, and she can see herself in the moment reaching a hand between her thighs.

Her legs were spread, and her head was over the edge of the bed.

“I’m sucking his cock.” Her hands curled into fists.

“It’s impressive.” There were his fingers again, dropping to her shoulder where he nudged her jumper to the side. “You’ve taken him all the way down your throat.”

Under his thumb was a terrifying place to be. “He told me to play with my cunt. Viktor wanted to see me come while I sucked him off.”

He toyed with the hair at the nape of her neck. “Did you come all over your fingers?”

Hermione bit her lip, hard. “I—yes.”

“You’re holding back.” Riddle murmured, and the room grew smaller. There were footsteps on the other side of the door, and anyone could hear them if she weren’t comfortable. If anyone were to unlock the door and come in, the photos— A small sound escaped her when he shifted their stance. He pinned her against her own desk, and he grabbed her by the jaw again. “Tell me.”

“I squirted.”

His breath came out hard, uneven, and she swallowed. For a moment, she hadn’t thought that she should be afraid and yet, she couldn’t drum up an ounce of fear. “Sweet fucking Circe.” Riddle was pressed against her, and she felt him against her lower stomach. “Would you like to know which of these is my favorite?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. You’re a disgusting pervert.

Any of them would have been acceptable. By playing along with this part of his game, she was only being complacent. A dangerous thing to be when he would notice it. Thing was, she desperately wanted to know. Her stomach had turned over on itself, and she knew that she was wet. Hermione did not rub her thighs together, no matter how badly she needed the friction. He would have felt it.

It made her wonder what he would have done if she had.

“Yes.”

The grin he gave her was one she’d never seen. He leaned into her, his chest pressing against hers, and picked up a photo from her desk. “It’s this one,” As he said it, Riddle pushed it into her hands.

Out of all of them, she wasn’t sure this was the one she would have guessed to be his favorite. Perhaps the one where she’s spread out across the bed, her head on the pillows with her legs spread. “This one?” Hermione echoed. “Why?”

She was on her knees, still completely bare, and she’d pressed her chest forward. Hermione’s head was tilted up, her lips slightly parted. It’s not a tame photo—nothing she would ever want anyone else to see—but it’s nowhere near as revealing as the others.

“I want you on your knees for me.” Riddle groaned under his breath. “I want you staring up at me just like this.” He cupped her face, and ran his thumb across her lower lip, then slid it forward.

Hermione took his thumb in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it, hating how she’d done it.

“You’re going to be a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”

She whimpered.

“Oh, do you like that as well? Is that another thing he wouldn’t give you?”

It was, and Hermione nodded.

“What a fucking fool.” When he pulled his finger from her mouth, his fingers came to rest against her throat. He didn’t tighten them as he watched her. “I want to see you on your knees for me, wearing a collar while you take my cock down your throat.”

Hermione caved. She rubbed her thighs together, and gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. “Riddle—”

“You’ll call me Tom from now on.” He cut her off.

“And if I don’t?” It sounded more like her.

He flexed his fingers. “I’m dying for you to act like a brat so I can punish you, Hermione.” Her name sounded too good on his tongue. “You’re going to be late.”  

Hermione’s head spun. She’d blow off her plans with Harry and Ron. The first thing she needed to do was to get home because she was positively fucking aching.

Riddle gathered the photos, sliding them back into the parcel and left it in the middle of her desk. “I’ll see you soon, Granger.”