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My Partner Turned Into A Cat And I Don't Know How To Fix It (4)
ă content; established relationship , fluff , humour , slight shenanigans , gn!reader ă
ă characters; alhaitham , arataki itto , baizhu , cyno , dainsleif , diluc , kaedehara kazuha , kaeya , kamisato ayato , kaveh , neuvillette , tartaglia , thoma , venti , wanderer , wriothesley , xiao , zhongli ă
ă premise; " You have been struck with a curse of some sort which has turned you into a cat, your partner has no idea how to fix it nor how long it might take. Yet he also cannot help but be rather amused by the situation despite the uncertaintyâŠ" ă
ă note; im sorry. this is so long... lol. ă
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Alhaitham;
He usually wouldnât allow pets in the house⊠not because he dislikes themâAlhaitham simply wouldnât want to have to clean up the hairs that fall off you after moving between every spot you lie down in.Â
 Nevertheless⊠here he is, with a brush in hand as he tries to get it out of the sheets. You sit next to him apologetically (getting more hairs into the same sheet where youâre currently sitting, of course) and watch as he scoops it into a small bag. Alhaitham sets the bag aside and picks you up easily with one hand, his large palm lifting under your tummy and plopping you back down on his lap as he turns back to brushing your hairs away.Â
 Feeling eyes on himself, Alhaitham looks down to see your large, round cat-eyes looking up at him, tail swaying.Â
 He put you in his lapâdoesnât that mean itâs petting time?
 Whereâs your damn attention?
 Slightly exasperated, Alhaitham tries to multitask and pet you while he's scooping your hairâbut more keeps tossing around with every upstroke of your thick fur⊠why did you have to turn into a hairball? Couldnât you have been a hairless cat? Heâs almost tempted to just put you in the bag.Â
 Heâs a respectable âpet ownerâ, but does lack in one aspect thatâs quite important to you, at least⊠perhaps not all cats
 No kisses??Â
 Youâd at least like some on your headâhe doesnât have to kiss your nose or anything. Though you shouldnât be surprised, Alhaitham isnât very forthcoming with his affections and most of your casual kisses are by your initiation and his response to it.
 So now you have to effectively smush your furry little head into his face to communicate that you want kisses.Â
 It takes him a few tries to understand what you need, but thankfully he got it rather easily, smart lad.Â
 Kaveh sometimes catnaps (kidnaps) you for⊠cat naps. He says itâs nicer than hugging his own pillowâand you donât particularly mind, but Alhaitham does. Once he canât find you after a general sweep of the house he figures Kaveh took you again and like a seasoned thief, swaps you out with a pillow while the architect is asleep.Â
 âHmph⊠he should get his own cat,â Alhaitham says to himself after shutting the door quietly, holding you like a baby in his arms, your paws in the air. He looks down, grey hair tilting over his eyes as he smiles only slightly. âWhat? You are my cat. Perhaps I should call you kitty from now on, even after youâve changed back.â
 You tried to climb onto the back of the chain in the study when Alhaitham was doing some studies once, but quicker than you could reactâeven with these new cat reflexesâhe grabs you by the scruff of your neck and hoists you off. âYouâre scratching the furniture,â he moves you from the back of the chair and plops you down on his lap. âDo refrain from doing that.â
 Hmph. You wanted to bite his hair a bit⊠it smells nice. But fine. Lap it is, you can settle for that.
 It takes you about two and a half minutes not to be satisfied with that, and lounge over his book instead, hoping heâll stop and pay attention to you instead. You have a feeling he would do the same if he were in your position.Â
 Alhaitham seems annoyed for a few seconds, but he only needs to stare into your big, cute cat-eyes for a few seconds to fold. What can he do? It doesnât take much for you already to rope him into whatever shenanigans the day brings, and especially not like this.
Arataki Itto;
You just wanted a nice, cool nap.Â
 Itâs hot as balls in Inazuma, and you found an excellent spot under a slanted roof. You got comfortable and were half asleep already when youâre suddenly dragged off the crate and raised in the air like a divine heir.Â
 Flailing in protest, your screaming of; âPUT ME DOWN YOU OAFâ isnât translated very well into frantic meows and hisses.Â
 And of course, Itto has no idea what youâre trying to communicateâin fact, he thinks youâre just a bit surprised yet happy to see him. He sets you on his shoulder and you hold on for dear life. Heâs broad, but broad muscles are also rather round and his outfit isnât easy to grab ontoâyou just thank feline evolution that you have good balance and can hold yourself somewhat steady.Â
 He sometimes just parades you around on his head like a strange hat, he doesnât even seem to mind the death grip you have on his scalp.Â
 Best naps, laying out in the grass on a warm summerâs day as the bright rays of the sun shine down on you. Itâs comfortably warm, your fur keeps you cool enough that you donât get lightheadedâdespite popular belief, Itto is not a snorer, but he is a hugger.Â
 Youâre caged against his broad chest and thereâs little escape or ways to wake him without scratching, biting or wailing like youâre trapped under a boulder.Â
 Itto is a seasoned pet owner, he has multiple beetles that he takes good care of and thus heâs surprisingly adept at handling you. He doesnât toss you around (except to put you on his shoulders or head) and doesnât lock you out of the house or forget to feed you. In fact, youâd say heâs a top-notch owner, though you might be slightly biased.Â
 The summer days are warm in Inazuma, and sometimes one just needs to do something to keep their mind off of the heat. Even with your coat protecting you from most of it, even you are starting to get dazed by the sharp, overbearing heat of the sun. And Itto is also very good at filling empty time.Â
 He takes you out to the beach, though it wasnât the best ideaâhe thought it was genius, the ocean is cool enough, there are not many around on the eastern beaches because of the awkward positioning and further distance from the city⊠but he didnât take it into account that you absolutely refuse to get in the water, and thereâs no shade. So that idea gets abandoned quickly.Â
 For some reason he loves to touch your nose; poke it, kiss it, rub it⊠anything. And every time he does, you have to wet it againâit almost becomes a funny game to him to touch your nose and watch as your tongue darts out to wet it again.Â
 Being unable to communicate with you isnât a problem, heâs a yapper and can talk enough for the two of you. You try to meow along in response to show that youâre listening, but even if there was no brain behind your eyes, heâd still talk your ears off.Â
 He creates a makeshift cat-bed for you out of some blankets and cushions, Itto was rather proud of himself for the craft that went into making it as soft as it isâŠ
 It still always ends up with you on his chest or legs at the end of the night. Without exception.
Baizhu;
He really scratches his head over this situation, how did this happen to you? You had gone out to deliver some medicine to those who arenât well enough or mobile to come fetch it themselves, and had stayed out far longer than usualâBaizhu had started to worry and nearly had gone to look for you⊠when a cat with your eyes and mannerisms stumbles into the pharmacy meowing up a storm trying to explain itself.Â
 Distressed, confused and much smaller than youâre used to being, Baizhu quickly scoops you up into his arms to calm you down. âDo not worry, I recognise you,â he assuresâhe feels a little silly saying this to a cat, and has a twinge in the back of his mind that he might be wrong. But the way youâre waving your paw is strangely⊠human, though muddled by the restrictions of your cat-joints.Â
 Changsheng however, finds this HILARIOUS. She unwinds a bit from Baizhuâs shoulders and nearly bumps snouts with you as she wonders whether you were even fully aware of yourself, and after some arguingâin the form of loud yowling and meowingâthey concluded that yes, your mind is well.Â
 Baizhu tries everything he can think of, but heâs never really encountered a situation like this before and he has to use a lot of his attention to theory-crafting and tests.Â
 The only thing that made a difference, was that one concoction he crafted made your ears twice larger⊠but it didnât change you back. So now you just have unnaturally large ears for a cat.Â
 He smiles sheepishly as he examines you to make sure nothing else is affected. âAh⊠apologies, my dear. I donât mean to laugh⊠but the ears,â he tries his best not to smile too widely, or give a soft laugh. But itâs difficult, you look so disproportionate itâs just adorable.
 Despite your grievance over your proportions, Baizhu canât help but rub your ears and scratch behind them. He gives you some good treats as an apology. You reluctantly accept.Â
 Unfortunately, Baizhu has a job to do and canât just close the pharmacy off from his assistance to tend to you. He multitasks as much as he can, but there are scheduled appointments to be present for.
 But he has a good idea of how to utilise you, after all, youâre the usual delivererâcustomers likely wonât mind if youâre cat-sized.
 Thus, he gets some help from contacts and a day later you have a fancy harness with a delivery box on your back. Baizhu sets some medicine in it and fastens it properly so it wonât slip off and you donât feel too constrained⊠and sets you on your way.Â
 You were getting bored lounging around in the pharmacy anyway, so you revel in getting to stretch your legs a bit. You make the deliveries in record time, able to get through tiny crevices you werenât able to before and hope through shortcuts you didnât even know about.
 As you return to the pharmacy after the final run, Baizhu smiles and kneels down in front of you, removing the harness and scratching where the lines of it had pressed against your fur. The nice feeling of being pet brings a rumbling purr from your chest and your tail sways happily as he gives you some water to drink and attention.Â
 âGood work today,â he strokes between your large ears and rubs his thumb on your cheek. âItâs almost time to close up, letâs go upstairs and continue trying to figure out how to turn you back.â
 The soft ambient light of the room and the sound of Baizhuâs brush stroking against the paper of a scroll makes you much more tired than you expected. You lay curled up on the desk against the wall where he sits and writes formulas and theories, Changsheng slithers up next to you and bundles herself on your backâitâs not particularly comfortable, but youâre too lazy to move, and itâs kind of cute.Â
 Baizhu hums to himself and looks at you, his gaze lingers for only a short time before returning to the scroll in front of him.
Cyno;
He stares at the cat in Tighnariâs hands, his eyes look up to the man holding you and then back down. âWhat.â
 The ranger deadpans and plops you into his arms. âIâve been scouring the library for days while you were in the desert, I donât know what happened, but itâs just how they are right now.â
 Cyno lifts you up by holding your torso under your front legs, he peers at your face as you dangle like an idiot but have no way to really wriggle away. âBlink twice if itâs really you.â
 You blink twice.
 âHuh,â he just makes a sound of affirmation, then tucks you under his arm. âThank you, Iâll take it from here.â
 Tighnari stares at him, unimpressed by his lack of reaction to the fact that his partner is currently a small, furry cat. âYou're not going to ask where I found them, how I know itâs them or how my progress is going when it comes to turning them back?â
 Cyno is silent for a beat before he speaks again. âI know itâs them, I know their eyes.â
 Somehow, the duty of getting you back to normal remained on Tighnariâs back, and Cyno sets you down on the dining table in your shared home. He folds his arms over his chest and analyses you, itâs a little awkwardâyouâre not sure why heâs staring so intensely at you.Â
 âThis is⊠quite the cat-astropheââ
 Oh no.Â
 You have no way to stop him, and though you usually let him get it out of his system once he feels the need⊠you could also stop him once it gets out of hand. In this form, youâre effectively defenceless and unable to protest in any meaningful ways.Â
 Thankfully, he does stop after you dive under your bed and hide for ten minutes in hopes he wonât drag you back and perform stand-up for you for the rest of the night.Â
 Once Cyno is assured this strange transformation isnât dangerous nor necessarily permanent, heâs rather laid back about it. He finds it quite funny (evidently) and thereâs no way around it, youâre cute like this. Not that he didnât consider you cute before, but itâs especially unavoidable now.Â
 Thereâs no real way to stop him from making jokes or puns about this situation, itâs in his soulâand though you wouldnât trade his soul for the world, you get moments of temptation when his brain hyperfocuses on one thing to centre his jokes around.Â
 They get a bit tired.
 You follow him around everywhere, itâs not like youâve got better places to be. He thinks itâs rather adorable to see you trotting around at his heels as he walks through the city, though he tells you to remain home when he has work to doâit can turn dangerous sometimes, depending on the day, and he recognises that your body is smaller and more fragile than it used to be.Â
 He does always come back right away, he wraps up any follow-ups and paperwork as quickly as he canâif only for the moments of arrival. Of opening the front door and being greeted by you sitting at the entrance of your home, staring up at him with a swaying tail. Waiting excitedly.Â
 Dainsleif;
Youâve never seen this expression on his face, in the moments after you touched a strange-looking artefact, thereâs a poofâand your body shifts to that of a small cat. It wasnât painful, nor do you feel as if you were cursed in any way.Â
 â... meow?âÂ
 Dainsleif stares at you, lips parted slightly, heâs positioned with one foot forward as he had been in the process of rushing towards you to hopefully stop you from touching what you shouldnât⊠but he was a tad late.Â
 He straightens and takes a breath. Okay⊠from one mystery to another.Â
 He approaches you and picks you upâa bit awkwardly, as if he doesnât know how to hold a catâand youâre too confused and disoriented as to what just happened to process you being turned back towards the round artefact. Dainsleif takes your front right paw and makes you touch the artefact again.
 Nothing. No glow, no poofing.Â
 There goes his only idea.Â
 The following days were confusing and mildly frustrating. Itâs been a while since Dainsleif traveled alone, and though he isnât technically aloneâyouâre still there, it doesnât feel the same. Heâs quite struck with the confrontation that heâs become very accustomed to your presence and how much heâs come to rely on it.Â
 Heâs a bit quiet and distant from you for a few days, while it makes you sadâif anything, you should be the one who needs comfortingâyou do try to slowly approach, you know that he can run the danger of isolation.Â
 After starting a flame one evening in the alcove of a cave beneath a bright starry sky, Dainsleif sits down to rest for the night. You walk over with slow steps, careful and quiet, before sitting down next to him.Â
 Far enough that youâre not touching, not even your tail⊠but close enough to be present.Â
 His eyes slide towards you, and his head follows. â... what is it?â
 âMeow.â
 His eyelids squint, unsure what to make of your reply. Your answers always make sense to him⊠but what can he decipher from your feline face? The only familiar part of you is your eyes, shining under the light from the flames. âI see.â
 You doubt he deciphered any meaning from your meows, but heâs engaging with you now. Progress.Â
 Trying your luck, you move closer. He stays as he is, watching you closely.
 You move closer yet, your tail touches his coat.Â
 Dainsleif sighs.Â
 You stop.Â
 He canât particularly feel your presence, not yoursâbut there is a presence next to him. It is yours, despite the fact he canât sense it⊠and perhaps one day, were he to outlive you as if likely, he will have to find your presence in something youâre not.Â
 And though you are this weird-looking cat, somewhere between a sentient human being and a feline animal, youâre still you.Â
 The same, those same eyes, the very same gaze and mind.Â
 He reaches out and sets his palm onto your furry head. Dainsleif pets your head slowly, and you nuzzle into his hand. You sit in silence before the swaying flames.
Diluc;
He canât help but think that you mightâve done this on purpose.Â
 Diluc has been very busy the last weeks heâs been coming back home to the winery late, leaving earlyâgetting up in the middle of the night and waking you up when he goes out for his Darknight hero dutiesâand though you rescheduled it for next week, missed a dinner in the city that had been booked in advance.Â
 He does feel bad, Diluc wants to spend all the time he can with you, all his free time and moreâbut with the winter months drifting by, business in the winery booms as people stock up on wine for the holidays. Businesses buy in bulk for holiday menu changes, and such.Â
 And now, after hurrying back home when he was contacted that âsomething had happenedâ to you⊠heâs standing in front of a cat.Â
 He thought you mightâve been hurt, or sickâhe had run so fast his hair was loosening from his usual tail.Â
 And while youâre not hurt or sick, you are⊠different. Something definitely happened.Â
 He sits down and you climb onto his lap, sitting down and pawing at his chest, small meows leaving your small mouth. Diluc strokes your back and ruffles your fur with both hands. âHow did this happen?â he knows you canât answer him, but he canât help but ask anyway.Â
 You rise up on your hind legs, front paws on his chest as you lick and wet his cheeks. Dilucâs eyes close and his face scrunches up. âH-hey, stop that,â he puts his hands around your torso and holds you away from his face, your little tongue bleping down out of your mouth.Â
 A smile tugs on his lips at the cute expression.Â
 He still has to attend to his job, but while he usually handles most things himself, Diluc does accept help from his staff now that youâre⊠like this. So now he has more time for you, which isnât exactly how he intended to spend that free timeâsearching for ways to turn you back, and having you loafing on his lap and being unable to stand up and fetch his coffee.Â
 Heâs not going to move while youâre so comfortable⊠he wouldnât do that even if you werenât a cat.Â
 Not the biggest fan of the hair you leave around you, he needs to wipe his clothes thoroughly after youâve so much as looked in his direction.
 You get so much attention around the winery itâs not even funny, every employee pets you, gives you treats and treat you like youâre more of a royal cat than just a normal person turned into one.Â
 Diluc came home one evening to see you loafing on the sofa, a shiny bow tied around your neck and a bowl of treats next to you⊠in reach for whenever you wanted it.Â
 He had a conversation with the staff about making sure you donât eat so much that your stomach will hurt⊠and that maybe not make you get too comfortable like this, he wants to turn you back to normal after all.Â
Kaedehara Kazhua;Â
He thinks itâs adorable, Kazuha is a rather laid-back person overall, and heâs certain youâll be okayâso why not have fun while youâre like this?Â
 It started all fun and games when on land, Inazuma is filled to the brim with foods that cats would love, every shop has some form of fish or vegetables that Kazuha can share with youâŠ
 But as soon as you go out on the open ocean, itâs over.Â
 Kazuha has never seen you so violently unhappy on the ship, every rock of it makes you yowl and dig your claws into whatever youâre standing on, be it a crate, table, bed or Kazuhaâs clothes (you ruined two pants, but he doesnât particularly mind).Â
 You have an irrational (or very rational) fear that you might be tossed off the ship and into the ocean at the slightest dip of the deck. Kazuha does his best to calm you and comfort you, he even offers to make a harness and leash for you so that he can yoink you back if you happen to fall overboard.Â
 You donât find his idea as funny as Beidou does.
 Thankfully, you donât get tossed overboard you donât spontaneously die or have any other terrible event happen to youâand youâre so thankful to touch land that you hop off the side of the ship and to the harbour the ship docked by before it can even properly be tied down by the dockworkers.Â
 Kazuha leans over the railing of the ship and calls your name, a bit worriedâhe hopes you donât get lost before he can catch up to you.Â
 It takes a while for the ship to dock and open up for people to leave, Kazuha convinces another person on the ship to take his duties for a while as he rushes out to find you. Heâs not worried you might get yourself in troubleâyouâre rather good at keeping out of it, but he doesnât want you to get lost or have to spend all day looking for you.
 Even though thatâs kind of what heâs starting to do right nowâŠ
 Kazuha shoulders past the crowd in the busy markets of Port Ormos, itâs early noon and itâs starting to fill up. The Crux has stocked up here often before and thus the both of you are quite familiar with it, but the winding streets and large crowds filling the markets can make it disorienting for even seasoned visitors.Â
 After looking around for longer than he cared for, Kazuha finally spots your tail disappearing behind a corner.
 Kazuha picks up his pace and somehow manages to catch up to you, perhaps the soft breeze is on his side, as he swoops up next to you and scoops you up into his arms.
 He smiles, ducking out of the crowds and into a small alley where some crates are stored for the market stalls. âNo need to run away, youâre safe on land now,â he holds you like a baby, your paws in the air as his arm holds your back steadily. âThough you are also very safe on the ship, I wonât let you fall overboard.â
 You meow gently, Kazuha isnât sure if youâre thanking him or expressing concerns⊠but the way you look up at him in this position is pretty cute. âLetâs find some good food, hm?â
Kaeya;
Funniest shit heâs seen all year.Â
 Kaeya tries not to look like heâs very happy this happenedâso long as he knows itâs not dangerous or permanentâor that watching you lick yourself to clean your fur isnât very amusing.Â
 He brings you everywhere, lets you follow him around and even holds you and lets passersby pet youâŠ
 Kaeya is just straight-up treating you like a real cat.
 At this realisation, that he was acting like you were a pet, and not his very real (though cat-like for now) partner and previous human⊠you got angry! you wriggled in his grasp, surprising him and causing Kaeya to almost drop youâhe righted his hold and blinked at you with a confused expression. âWhat is it? Did I hold you wrong?â
 A series of angry meows and swats of your paw later, Kaeya was none the wiser.Â
 He tried to bait you to âforgiveâ him with some nicely cut fish⊠and it kind of worked, that was some good fish.Â
 Kaeya sits by the table youâre on as you gobble down the fish he bought you, he leans on his fist with a smile and watches as you lick your muzzle after getting fishy-oil on it and shake yourself when you accidentally dip your whiskers into the water next to the plate.Â
 The sun almost makes it seem like your fur shines and sparkles under it and as you sit down, belly full and satisfied, Kaeya reaches out and scratches behind your ears. âDid you take behavioural classes before this? To behave like a real cat? Youâre really nailing it.â
 You make a huffed sound, but reach your head further into his hand.Â
 He tries to get you to play with toys, he buys a stick with a bundle of feathers on the end in hopes that youâll chase it when he dangles it in front of you⊠but when he sat down with you on the floor of your shared home and dangled it in front of youâŠ
 You stared at him as if he had just grown three additional heads.
 Kaeya pouts, he wriggles it a bitâand though you follow it around with your head, you still sit where you are and donât move.
 Not until he lowered the toy and the feathered end touched the floor.
 You pounced onto it.
 Kaeya pauses, blinking at you in surprise. You look up like you got caught with your hand in a cookie jar.Â
 And then he just laughs, he wriggles the toy again and you swat at it in frustration for making you leap at it like that, youâre not a real cat!!
Kamisato Ayato;
He doesnât leave you alone.Â
 Youâre trotting along the engawa of the estate on your way to find a nice spot to napâand suddenly, youâre swooped up into his arms. Ayato smiles and strokes your head. âThere you are, my dear. I was searching for you,â he hums and turns around to walk into the estate.Â
 Ayato spends about half the dayâand sometimes moreâin his study tending to paperwork of many kinds. Unusually, you would lend a hand and help with the neverending piles on his desk, but youâre little help like this⊠still, he demands that you âlend your pawâ and sit on his lap the entire time.Â
 It was nice at first, heâs got a nice lap to lay or loaf on, and he would scratch you in spots you couldnât reach yourself, or just stroke your back⊠but after five hours, you really want to stretch your legs.   So, you squeeze out from under his arm and stretch next to him, letting out a big yawnâonly to find a finger poking your tongue?!
 The bastard actually stuck his finger in your mouth when you yawned. Ayato smiled, all smug and somehow innocent at the same time. You meowed in disapproval, but it went straight over his head, as if he had any idea as to what you had just said to him, insult or not.Â
 He also keeps pinching your toe beans, sometimes making your claws stretch out and then back inâeven in the middle of the night, he rubbed your paws and stuck his finger between the beans. What is wrong with this guy.Â
 Other than messing with you and pulling your leg, he does provide the best food and treatsâas usual, you have the privilege of accessing the clan kitchens and being made food by them on a daily basis and it never fails to make you nearly cry with how good it is.    And even now, as you sit next to his desk and his dinner is brought to him (even though youâve tried to ask the staff to not bring it to him, and that he has to eat outside of his study or else his ass will get stuck to the floor) you are given your own tray of dishes as well.Â
 Gobbling down the freshly made meals tailored to you even in this form, Ayato is happy that you seem to have a good appetite. He had been concerned that this⊠situation might stress you out and you wouldnât be able to eat or sleep.Â
 Despite his endless workload, Ayato somehow finds the time to pamper and take care of you between his busy schedule. He sits down with you in the gardens and brushes your fur, rubs your cheeks and kisses your nose (and you need to wet it again every time). As if you were a little fur baby for him to take care of.Â
 He still talks to you as if you were as you always are, though Ayaka uses a baby-voice like one would use with a cat (she tries not to, but fails), Ayato speaks to you normally. He plucks the seeds out of a small cube of watermelon before feeding it to you as he recounts his day, humming in affirmation as you meow back about your own⊠he doesnât understand it, but you need to get it out as well.Â
 Your snout is practically pink by the end of the watermelon bowl, and Ayato gives you that smile⊠oh no.Â
 âItâs been a few days now, and you ran around the garden yesterday⊠and now youâre covered in melon juice. Why donât I ask Thoma to warm a bath to wash your fur?â he asks innocently, and watches in amusement as you shoot out of his lap and flee into the estate. Not a chance.Â
Kaveh;
Kaveh gapes at you. You stare up at him. He blinks. You blink.
 âH-hah???!â he scoops you upâaccidentally upside down, but you just flop in his arms, still blinking at him from your angle, you know he wonât drop you. Kaveh rights you and brings you nearly nose-to-nose as he stares into your eyes. âHow did this happen? You were justâI was⊠thisâŠâ
 He holds you a few centimetres away so neither of you go cross-eyed. â... Do you understand me?â
 You nod and raise your paw, pressing it onto his cheek.
 Kaveh doesnât move his face away and lets your paw just press against his skin. âOkay, youâre⊠uh, aware⊠how do I fix this?â
 âMeow.â
 â...â right. Maybe this was a stupid question.Â
 Kaveh goes a bit overboard, he researches the best ways to take care of a cat, the best foods, beds, toysâeverything. And suddenly, he comes home after a short day at work (he has more important things to tend to!) with⊠so much stuff.Â
 You stare, dumbfounded, as Kaveh carves out a cat-space in his and Alhaithamâs house⊠did he get Alhaithamâs permission to do this? You somehow doubt it.Â
 After everything is set up, he stands and sets his hands on his hips with a wide smile. âWhat do you think?â Kaveh asks, looking down at you sitting by his feet with a swaying tail. âI think it fits very well, the colours compliment our living roomâand I tried to arrange it in a way that mostly hugs the wall and doesnât intercept with the flow of the roomââ
 Heâs rambling again. You donât mind when he gets going and his interior design skills ARE good, despite it not being his expertise, it goes hand in hand with architecture.Â
 But⊠did he consult the other half of this house before doing this?Â
 You found out quickly, you had just settled in the high cat-bed that hung on the wall, giving you a good view over the living room as well as a height advantage to him (now you get why cats enjoy the high ground)... when the front door opens and a very familiar Scribe enters.Â
 Alhaitham wasnât even aware that you had turned into a cat, to him⊠he just came home to see a random cat in the living roomâand that it was arranged completely differently to give you space.Â
 Thankfully Alhaitham has a good few brain cells to rub together between his fingers, and isnât quick to rise, so he looked to Kaveh and tilted his head towards the kitchen⊠where they had a lengthy discussion, where Kaveh explained everything to him and asked him if it was okayâŠ
 Which is a tad late when heâs already rearranged the entire living room and gotten you comfortable there⊠but fine. So long as he takes it all down and makes everything as it should be once youâre back to normal. When asked, Alhaitham said he was too busy to help turn you back and told him to consult the library.Â
 Kaveh is a hugger in his sleep, and youâre a victim (you love his hugs). He practically wraps himself around you and holds you to himself the entire nightâand donât you dare try to leave, heâll wake up and whine about it. He does sometimes squeeze a bit too muchâyouâre not as durable as you usually are, youâre just a little kittyâŠ
 He gets cuteness aggression when you do anything mildly affectionate. Rub against his legs while heâs at his desk, loaf on his lap and slow blink up at him, lick his hand when he strokes your head⊠Kaveh tries his best not to squeeze you or shake you like a keychain, he bit into his own hand once to refrain from biting your full cheek of food once.Â
 He drew a full sketchbook of you over the span of two weeks, he canât help itâyouâre too adorable and he wants to keep the image of you forever.Â
Neuvillette;
Not chill about this, Neuvillette was immediately concerned with how to turn you back and if this curse-spell could have any permanent effects on you. He doesnât really have many tomes to consult, nor are there many people he could ask for advice as to⊠how to fix this.Â
 After some time, and you rubbing your furry cheek on his arm and leg to try and calm down his nerves, Neuvillette does slow down. Heâs usually very calm in the face of the unknown or dangerâbut heâs never had to deal with direct danger (or not, he hasnât figured out if itâs dangerous or not yet) when it comes to you.Â
 Thankfully, youâre still there with him, just⊠a bit smaller, and furrier⊠and you smell a bit weirdâstill like you, but also with a tinge of something else. Perhaps that part of your scent has always been your humanity.Â
 And now youâre a cat.Â
 Heâs never owned a pet beforeâand youâre hardly a typical pet, and thus consults the only person he can think of. Furina (though heâs unsure sheâs ever owned a pet either?).
 And she loves you, she already likes you well enoughâbut like this? Youâre getting picked up, petted, smooched, pampered and loved. Neuvillette just stands a bit awkwardly as Furina gets it out of her system and you get dangerously close to being fed up with her hugging and smooching⊠youâre not an actual cat! You just look like one!!
 After being freed from her clutches, Neuvillette holds you with more dignity for a while until you feel safe enough to walk around the ex-Archonâs home (and wonât get swooped up again). When the initial chaos is over, he sits down with Furina and they put their heads together to try and find a solution to this. They write down how it happened, what exactly changedâyour mind is the same, your scent as well as your eyes. Though your fur has turned a shimmering white regardless of your head and body hair colour before.Â
 You look like a big snowball.Â
 Thereâs no real conclusion to the first session of brainstorming, but they manage to narrow down that though neither was there to see what exactly happened, it was likely a spell, or perhaps an artefact you touched (where would that even happen inside Fontaine?) or something along those lines.Â
 Thus, Neuvillette takes you back home for the night. Heâs a bit stiff around you, he doesnât interact much with animals and though he wonât avoid them if a cat approaches him on the street (heâd mostly greet and nod at them) he hasnât exactly had to care for one before.Â
 He has to rely on asking you yes or no questions that you can nod or shake your head to, and makes it through the first few days like that. And while youâre⊠cute? (Heâs not entirely sure how to describe you) Nauvillette does much more prefer you in your normal state, where he can communicate with you, hold your hand and touch your cheek without getting sniffed at by a wet nose.
 Not that Neuvillette doesnât enjoy petting your fur and scratching under your chin, itâs just not the same.Â
 It is very amusing to watch your head move left and right as you sit on the kitchen counter and watch Neuvillette prepare dinnerâmostly for himself as you donât eat typical foods now. He offers a small piece of a carrot and watches as you crunch on it for a good thirty seconds until itâs mushed enough to swallow.Â
Tartaglia;
Another situation of; the funniest shit heâs ever seen.Â
 He brings you everywhereâChilde has no concept of âpet-free zoneâ because youâre not his pet? Youâre his partner? His beloved? Why is he being shooed out, youâre on a leash and everything (half chewed apart because you refuse to wear it with dignity and do all in your power to get free, how dare he put you on a LEASH).
 Of course, initially, he was confused and rather concerned. He thought you might have been attacked, or targeted and thus had been made into this⊠cat, maliciously.Â
 But you honestly seem pretty undisturbed, so he is as well. Calm cat, calm Childe.Â
 He dresses you up before taking you outsideânot necessarily for fun, but rather because itâs insanely cold in Snezhnaya in these months, and he doesnât want you to be a block of ice after a few minutes. So he goes and buys some puffy coats, socks and a warm blanket for your return. You feel like you look like an idiot (you already look like a catâŠ) in all these clothes, but his cooing and smooching make it less annoyingâmostly because now your annoyances are focused on him.Â
 His siblings donât really understand that itâs you, not at the younger rangeâand Childe just tells them that youâre a cat he and you decided to take care of for a while and that youâre busy elsewhere. Tonia doesnât seem as convinced when Childe keeps smooching your nose and rubbing his cheek against yours.Â
 Embarrassing enough as it is, Childe starts to call you nicknames nowâit isnât entirely unusual, but theyâve always been normal⊠now heâs calling you âCombat kittenâ and âFuzzy comradeâ... worst of all was âGeneral toebeansâ
 You wish you could tell him to stop, but all you have are meows and hisses.Â
 Snezhnayan homes are made to withstand cold and harsh winds, and thus have excellent central heating systems⊠also known as a fireplaceâand a furnace elsewhere. And curling up on some soft blankets or a plush chair by the furnace as snow gathers on the windowsill and winds brush against the exterior of the house⊠there are few places more comfortable to take a nap.
 Unfortunately, Childeâs humming and singing from the kitchen disturbs your perfect peace, but youâre just glad heâs having fun. Youâll live.Â
 And he brings you some treats, places a small kiss on top of your furry head and sits down in the other chair, dragging the one youâre on to be next to his so that he can stroke your back and belly when you eventually flop on your back for more attention.Â
 Heâs pulled every string and contact in the Fatui to try and figure how to turn you back (except a select few who will either be last measures or just straight avoidances despite advice they might give) but hasnât had much luck so far. Thankfully you've only been stuck like this for a week or so, and thus it hasnât been so long to be concerning.Â
 Perhaps itâs just a matter of waiting it out, and Childe is surprisingly patient.Â
Thoma;
The Housekeeper stands in surprise as a cat is suddenly plopped into his arms. âAh⊠is this⊠a new house petâŠ?â the Kamisato estate doesnât exactly have pets, there are some cats that come around and nap in the gardens every now and then and leave after a while, but this cat is staring at him as if theyâve known him their entire life.
 Ayato only hums as heâs already turned to another task, rushing from one thing to another as the busy days of summer come along. He doesnât have much time to explainânor is there much to explain. He had borrowed you for a few minutes to help him with something, he turns around for a moment, and the next youâre a cat.
 Thoma stares at him, silent for a time. Heâs not entirely sure if Ayato is messing with him or notâitâs entirely possible, and par for the course for his lordâbut as Ayato shakes his head and waves his hand in dismissal, he speaks again. âI already have someone looking into it, take care of them in the meantime. Iâll have someone fetch you if there is news.â
 Youâre actually a cat.Â
 After leaving Ayatoâs study and sitting down outside where the afternoon sun has begun sinking towards the oceans beyond the cliff the estate sits on, Thoma stares at you as if heâs not entirely sure what to do with you.Â
 Despite the initial confusion (and the followed concern, but itâs quickly dampened somewhat, Ayato has someone on the case and he trusts him to find a solution) Thoma is a very responsible person. He makes sure youâre not uncomfortable at all despite some estate staff vehemently refusing to let you in specific places⊠such as the kitchen. Fair enough. But there are also certain rooms and areas that have to be kept very clean and they donât want cat hairs to get all over the place.Â
 Thoma brings you around, heâs got many places to be, and heâs sure youâd like to stretch your legs anywayâitâs always nice to leave the estate for a few hours and run some errands. He had to head down to a nearby village and see whether trade agreements were coming along smoothly, they produce a lot of high quality rice and are often stuck in trade deals with large towns and clans for their riceâand for a well enough reason. Recently, Ayato had struck a deal with them and everything was signed and well along its way, Thoma just had to go and make sure they had everything they needed for transport.Â
 It was a good walk, but you kept up easily⊠somehow having four legs rather than two makes you less tired after walking for some hoursâŠ? Or perhaps itâs because your body is so light now, you donât know much about cat anatomy.Â
 The meeting went well and you didnât linger for long.
 Unfortunately, a heavy downpour began to fall on the two of you as you headed back. Thoma quickly scooped you up and tucked you into his jacketâitâs not much of a jacket, it barely reaches below his ribs, but it was just big enough for him to cover you (and lean a bit to cover you better) and pick up his pace to run back to the Kamisato estate.Â
 After making it back inside, the rain was as if a waterfall had opened in the heavens to drop down on the roof. Thomaâs hair is wet and sticks to his cheeks as he sets you down. âAh, that was close,â he laughs softly. âAre you dry?â
 You shake yourself after being pressed against his chest for so long and sniff around your fur, then give him a nod.Â
 âHah, thatâs good, Iâve heard cats donât like water much,â he smiles. âI need a change of clothes, come with me?â
 You let out a happy meow and follow him along further inside.Â
Venti;
Cooes at you and talks to you with a baby-voice, he puts both thumbs on either side of your cheeks and rubs your face like itâs dough⊠even though it makes his nose red and his eyes puffyâdespite the cursed allergy that torments his everyday life (thereâs so many cats in Mondstadt) he doesnât let it stop him from being around you. Pestering some healers for a medicine that could help, he feels⊠less bad, but it doesnât really dampen the itch in his eyes and throat well enough.
 He doesnât take this situation seriously at all, at least not nearly as much as you doâyou should probably trust his reactions and instincts, as heâs far more knowledgeable than you (even though he doesnât act like it at all) and if you were in any danger, he wouldnât be smooching your cheeks and nuzzling you like HEâS the cat.Â
 Thus, you try to calm down, to focus on just getting through the days and not feel embarrassed when you have to clean yourself or relieve yourself as a cat.Â
 But Venti also doesnât make it easy for you, he builds a âthroneâ for you out of books and pillows for you to have the high ground (he doesnât want to put holes in the wall for a hanging bed) and gives you âMondstadtâs finest tunaâ that tasted very much like a normal piece of tuna, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
 Sometimes you really wonder if he was the one who cursed you just so he could mess with you and cuddle you without you being able to fend him off. Not that you would be particularly opposed to cuddles in the first place? He could just ask?? Besides, why would he choose the form of a cat out of every other pet considering his consistent sneezing up a storm around them.
It doesnât add up, you discard your theory.
 You canât sleep in the same bed anymore, both because Venti moves a lot in his sleep and being a cat does not make it safe, he could crush you! (as if heâs heavy enough to do that) and because he might well and truly pass away if he had to be so close to your furry-ass for such a pronged amount of time⊠and thus, Venti makes a nice bed for you out of blankets and pillows next to your usual one where you can rest.
 There was a time where these new cat instincts took a bit too much over, and when you were chasing a crystalfly on a walk along the roads outside the city, you had hopped onto a big rockâand after missing your chance to catch the crystalfly, you hopped onto Venti and tried to eat his braids.Â
 He yelped in surprise, but laughed once he realised what you were doing. âMy hair isnât for eating, itâs no good for your digestion either!â
 You felt embarrassed about this little incident, and he kept making fun of you for itâthough not necessarily maliciously, Venti just thought it was funny that you didnât go for his hat, but his hair instead.
 Climbing to the top of the Mondstadt cathedral or the statue of himself isnât your favourite pastime, but itâs surprisingly much easier in this formâand thus when Venti suggests you go to the top to play some songs, you had been hesitant at first.
 Making it to the top, Venti sits down comfortably as if heâs done it a thousand times (you sometimes suspect he climbs it to make you feel better, because you know he can just float up with a gust of wind) and pats his lap for you to sit down.Â
 You plop yourself onto his thighs and settle comfortably as the sun sinks below the horizon, Venti takes out his usual lyre and tests a few tunes to ensure itâs properly set. âLet me play you something nice, itâll help you sleep.â
 And it is nice, your ears flick as his fingers dance along the harpâs strings, he hums along with it but doesnât sing full wordsâthe vibration of the song calms you and you rest your head on your paws.Â
Wanderer;
âYou are the ugliest cat Iâve ever seen in my life.â
 Heâs being dramatic, youâre not that ugly⊠butâŠ
 Why did you have to turn into a hairless cat?Â
 You feel strange, and perhaps you would also feel the same way if you had a lot of hair, but every single breeze makes you feel you are especially nakedâbecause you are!
 Wanderer isnât exactly happy to have to take care of youâhe will do it, of course, but he will also complain about it. You were perfectly independent and functional as a person before you just had to go and sniff some plant in the wild that poofed you into a cat before his very eyes.Â
 He refuses to seek help to find out how to turn you back, not because he doesnât want anyone to know that youâre a cat, but rather because heâs certain he can handle it himself.Â
 You whack at his arm with your paw, meowing up a storm after a few hours of not being fed the day afterâhe had completely forgotten that he needs to prepare something digestible for you⊠heâs never had to take care of a creature like you beforeâwhat can you even eat?? He clicks his tongue. âDonât swat at me like that. Youâre human, act like itâŠâ
 Youâre not human right now!! Give me food!!
 Eventually, he does begin to take proper care of you, even though he keeps telling you that you look like a peeled potato⊠you donât have many ways of retaliation except whacking him with your paw or hissing when he lightly pinches a big patch of your skin.Â
 Surprisingly, during one strangely cold night when you were curled on the bed and trying to stay warmâeven the slightest drop in temperature was very cold to your hairless body⊠you feel something soft drape over you.   Half-asleep and cold, you squint up and scrunch your nose as your whiskers squish against the blanket, you see Wanderer turn back around after setting it over you. Hah⊠heâs soft under that hard shell as always, even if he tries to act aloof.Â
 After several days of no luck in trying to turn you back, Wanderer does begin to cave to asking for some⊠advice. Not help. Advice.
 With you in his arms, head reaching towards the market stalls of Sumeru city (literally everything smells good and extremely edible) as he passes by, Wanderer takes you to meet with Nahida who is rather enthusiastic about this mystery. She pets you and smiles, humming as he recounts what happened and describes the particular flower you smelled.Â
 âHm, I have an idea, but itâll take a while to execute⊠do you think itâll be okay for them to remain like this for a few more days?â the archon taps her chin in thought, mind swirling with ideas and possible solutions.Â
 Wanderer huffs, not exactly a scoff, and clapped his hand onto your head. âItâs fine.â
 But as soon as you returned back home and he set you down on the living room table, Wanderer points at you. âYou better turn back to normal soonâŠâ he folds his arms over his chest, his expression isnât as tight as it was before. âI donât want to deal with this forever. Just get back soon.â
 You inch closer to him on the table, reaching your paw out to tug his sleeve closerâonly to rub your head into his palm. He clicks his tongue. âWhatever⊠donât think this counts as an apology. Youâll have to make up for it properly when youâre you again.â
Wriothesley;
You are, quite possibly, the smallest cat he has ever seen.Â
 He holds you in the palm of his hand, itâs adorable. Wriothesley cracks a grin and lifts you to eye-level. âHm, youâre not nearly as scary like this, no one in this prison will listen to you like this.â
 You want to whack him on his nose, but politely refrainâif only because you donât want to get dropped. You meow at him, ferocious and upset at this situation, you have a job to tend to! Things to do!
 But Wriothesley has other ideas, he sets you down on his desk and sits down. âNow, how did this happen? I assume this wasnât intentional?â is he teasing you? Most likely. He knows you canât just answer his questions, and you assumed he would be slightly more concerned when a guard brought you to his officeâŠ
 But no, he instantly recognised you and dismissed the guard. Had it been the eyes? The fur? Is he somehow responsible for this??
 All unanswered questions, and though he sends out word to some people he thinks might be able to help decipher this mystery, he doesnât seem to be in any hurry to get you back to normal. He sets you in the pocket of his vest (itâs embarrassing that you actually fit) and goes on with his days as normal.Â
 Siegwinne was initially very concerned, she seemed much more sensible in her worries that leaving you in this form for too long might be dangerous and that the Fortress isnât exactly a good place for pets. There are a lot of crevices to get stuck in and things to get hurt on.
 Though you still retain your mind, so you should be alright in that sense⊠so long as you donât get overly curious.Â
 He is undeniably very warm, and cuddling up to him at night is very comfortableâespecially now that you can just lay on his chest and snooze there and not worry about being dragged back into his embrace if you move too much in your sleep. You barely move at all in this form.
 Come morning, Wriothesley was already awake by the time you open your eyes, he strokes your fur and scratches behind your ears. Having a day pass by does make the initially amusing situation a bit more⊠real. He doesnât want you to be struck with a permanent curse, or some kind of spell that might harm you in the long run.Â
 âDonât you worry,â he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. âIâll make sure youâre back to normal soon, just stick close by.â
 And you do, mostly because you couldnât have been blessed (cursed?) with a normal-sized cat body, but possibly the smallest there could be. You canât even jump up onto his desk by yourself and have to yowl at him to let you up.Â
 He does so happily, surprisingly eager to carry you around and help you with the smallest things.Â
 Wriothesley doesnât even change in mood from amusement when you chase the pen in his hands as it glides across paperwork he signs, you leap onto his arm and try to whack at the pet in either some strange instinctual haze, or an attempt to playâand though you whacking the pen makes it seem like he has the handwriting of a toddler, itâs just rather funny.
 The Fortress doesnât exactly have a large variety of foods, not in the sense that it can be adjusted for the diet of a cat that isnât accounted for during inventory fills, and thus Wriothesley sends for specific ingredients that wonât be heavy on your tiny little stomach.Â
 And he also⊠got some cat-related things delivered, like a bed, some string toys and treats. You never used the bed, either preferring his lap to nap on, or just slept in the strangest places he never even imagined you could reach with those stubby legs.Â
 But heâs a very responsible caretaker, at least, thatâs what he claims as he holds you down to brush your teeth and you wriggle and flail like an eel.Â
Xiao;Â
Very worried, he didnât even realise the cat sitting in the clearing of the forest was you at first and searched for you for several minutes before seeming to realise that you had just⊠shrunk. Into a cat.Â
 He stares at you for a good minute, lips parted and eyes large⊠before your name tentatively leaves his mouth.
 You meow in affirmation, standing and shaking yourself as you try to understand the situation yourselfâstill a bit disoriented.Â
 Xiao approaches you quickly and kneels down in front of you, he lifts you up to your hind legs, puts you down and inspects your ears, your tail and under your paws. You meow in curiosity as to what he is doing, and surprisingly he seems to understand your question.Â
 âThere might be traces of whatever did this on your body, it will make it easier to track or reverse,â he says and even checks inside your mouth, which you werenât really happy with.Â
 Unfortunately, he doesnât find any answers, and kneels there rather awkwardly with you in front of him⊠what now? This situation has stumped him a bitâheâs supposed to be able to keep you safe from all manners of danger and curses like this (perhaps not exactly like this, he never prepared for this exact scenario) and now that heâs not got many leads to fix it, his mind is a bit aimless in where to search for information.Â
 He has no idea how to care for you, and while he has vague ideas of the behaviours of animalsâŠthey mostly stem from wild animals and their reactions to foreign presences in their territories, or similar scenarios.Â
 What does a meow mean? Is there something wrong? What does it mean when you paw at the door? Do you want to go outside? But itâs two in the morning?
 He severely overestimates the portions of food you eat, giving you a full plate of something the Wangshu Inn kitchens prepared on his request (they figured out what happened and have been trying to help him, but Xiao is still trying to be subtle and secretive about the situation) and being confused when you only ate a fourth of it.Â
 Are you sick? Was it the wrong kind of food?
 He brings you along with him on his hunts, while he could leave you at the inn⊠how can he be sure that you wonât get into trouble? The window is high above the ground, what if you tumble out of it? What if you try to climb up on the dresser in the room and get stuck? Or fall down and hurt yourself?
 No, youâre safest with him, even if he has to wield his spear with one hand and hold you with the other.Â
 Heâs surprisingly good at it too.Â
 Desperate after a week of unsuccessful herbs and potions he tried to make, Xiao caves and contacts Liyue Harbour and the adepti that reside there for help.
 It seems his message had gotten into Cloud Retainerâs hands, and instead of any actually helpful advice on how to turn you back⊠she had sent an entire booklet of cat behaviours, diets and how to take care of them.
 Helpful, sure⊠but not exactly what he was asking for.Â
 One evening as he was out on the usual hunts, he noticed that you were walking slowly by his side, yawning and rather cold so high in the mountains. He didnât even have to think about what might be wrong or what to do, as he had already scooped you up into his arms and teleported back to the inn, where he sat down with you on the bed.Â
 âYou should tell me when youâre tiredâŠâ he grumbles and tugs one of the covers on the bed to his lap where he wraps it around you as if bundling a baby up. Xiao reaches up and scratches behind your ears as your eyes blink closed in the comfort of being back in the warm room.
 He had only been petting you for s few seconds when he felt you⊠tremble? There was a strange rumbling sound coming from you, are you uncomfortable? He doesnât quite understand it⊠but you continue to rumble as he scratches your head and ears.Â
 Ah, was this the âpurringâ he read about in one of the booklets Ganyu sent him? How⊠cute.
Zhongli;
âAhâŠâ Zhongli stares at you, this isnât quite what he had imagined would happen⊠he had been crafting a potion in hopes it would help Ganyu sleep better, she had been overworking herself (again) more than usual and was so tired that she couldnât sleep. It can happen.Â
 The combination of herbs and materials required for the potion he had put together wasnât very suitable for humans, and of course he made sure to let you know so that you wouldnât drink it⊠but he hadnât expected that only being touched by a single drop onto the back of your hand would lead to a poof, and your size being reduced and body turned to that of a cat.Â
 You had only wanted to help by handing him ingredients so that he didnât have to turn around so often⊠you didnât anticipate this either!
 He makes sure the potion wonât burn and sets a lid on the pot before turning towards you. âI⊠had not foreseen that this could have been a danger to you, my apologies,â he kneels down on one knee and holds his hand out for you to sniff. You do so, snout twitching towards his finger before you bump your head into his palm.Â
 âHave you retained some sense of consciousness?â he wonders, gloved hand moving to stroke over your small head, your ears flattening under his palm. âIâm sure I can find a way to reverse this.â
 He was sure, at least. But after some research and testing⊠he wasnât making any progressâat least, he wasnât making progress in finding ways to turn you to your normal self without some potential risks or aftereffects.Â
 What he did find, was that the herb that you had been touching, and the potion he had halfway crafted was similar to another concoction that he had made beforeâand the effects of that had only been temporary.Â
 It seems you will simply have to wait until the effect wears off.Â
 Zhongli had instinctively prepared a delightful meal in the way he knows you would enjoy while you sit in the kitchen counter and watch with interest, your tail swaying happily as you watch him chop some vegetables and set them into the pot⊠but halfway through the process as heâs setting spices and herbs into the pot, Zhongli realises that more than half of the ingredients in the pot are unsuitable for cats to eat.Â
 He finishes the meal and sets it aside, before fetching some fish you had purchased just yesterday that he was going to use for lunch tomorrow and cut it into nicely bite-sized pieces. You tilt your head slightly as you watchâthe meal he had just been putting together doesnât have any fish in it?? Whatâs it for?
 And honestly, when he plated your food (in a very professional and presentable way) and set it down on the dining table, then set his own on the other side for himself⊠you felt a bit offended. Raw fish, some rice and a hard boiled egg⊠next to his delicious smelling beef stewâŠÂ
 If you couldâve cried, you would have. And Zhongli felt pretty bad for the rest of the day, he tried to offer you some âsafeâ treats or make it up to you with some pets and scritches, but you still sulked.
 You had looked forward to this dinner all dayâŠ
 Thankfully you got over it rather quickly and Zhongli is glad that he didnât offend you too badly⊠it seems having been turned into a cat had made you quite dramatic as well, he doesnât recall you ever having sulked like this over a meal before.
 Knowing that it was simply a waiting game, Zhongli isnât very concerned about your state, but he does ensure that youâre comfortable and not afraidâhe understands that perceiving the world differently like this can be strange and even scary, but heâs glad when it seems that youâre relatively calm.Â
 Your nightly routines are slightly out of whack nowâsomething that Zhongli isnât very fond of, he quite likes it that after cleaning up after dinner, the two of you settle in the living room for a while. He tends to read and it varies what you get up to, but itâs always a shared time where you sit in silence or chat about your days.
 He does talk about his day to you, sitting on the comfortable seat in the living room with you on his lap, Zhongli recounts his day to you and expresses that he hopes you werenât too bored alone in the home today, and that perhaps he can convince the director to allow him to bring you for a day. He strokes your back and smiles as a rumbling purr leaves you, he scratches under your chin and touches his forehead to yours as you seem to have fallen asleep on his lap. He reaches for his book and decides to read for a while before taking you to bed.Â
 Despite the mishap, heâs glad youâre safeâhe will endeavour to be more careful in the future and ensure you wonât be hurt or disturbed by his work.Â
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While yes, Viktor is confident too, but...
This man isn't shy? He's hyperventilating and nervous-tapping over the idea of giving a speech!
This man?
I guess Im not getting across like, the Vibe that I always see that bothers me? Viktor's got the social anxiety for sure, and it's VERY fair to assume that his condition makes him even more self conscious to be up in front of a crowd full of topsiders. He's pretty clear in episode 1 that he's aware of how topsiders see him and his cane use, and that's before his disability is even more visible.
But ALSO very few people ARE good on a stage in front of tons of people. And also there's a very specific connotation to "shy" that is beyond social anxiety.
Shyness to me, is its own flavor of social anxiety plus timidness. The actual definition is a bashful, timid nervousness. It has connotations of the wilting flower personality. Viktor, even when he's quiet around other people doesn't come across as nervous or timid in the slightest. His first introduction has him VERY confident and collected surrounded by enforcers and not taking Jayce being snappy and angry at him. As a kid there's more of an argument to be made because what awkward socially isolated kid isn't going to be shy. But at the same time he doesn't try to shrink away from Sky's attention, he still looks right back up at her, he just keeps on doing his own thing. Mostly he comes across as someone who does not know how to casually interact with people so he doesn't. He's got tunnels in his eyes lmao.
Viktor is complicated. Viktor is nuanced. It's why he's Ultimate Blorbo. He's withdrawn and awkward and not very good at interacting with people, but he's not timid about it. He is very self assured in himself.
But when I say fandom makes him shy it IS much more of the wilting flower timid woobie that I kept seeing in Season1 fics. There was SO MUCH of Viktor being the nervous soft spoken anxious thing who was just so happy Jayce was even giving him the time of day as if Viktor didn't sass Jayce about his notes right after he stopped the man from jumping lmaoooo
And idk not to be TOO OBVIOUS with my projecting but it's the part of Viktor I can relate to the most. I consider myself a quiet person who gets annoyed when people think that me being quiet = shy. I'm able to speak up well on zoom calls with colleagues and I also would rather drop dead than have to go up on a stage in front of a bunch of normal people who I know were expecting someone very different. I get nervous and shaky speaking up in front of a crowd of colleagues even! but afterwards I can go right up to people like "your presentation was insane tell me more right now." I am often quiet and uncomfortable in large social situations because I know that most people there are operating under a different wavelength than I am, I do not know what the right responses to things are, or I full on do not know how to not accidentally come across as a huge asshole and I don't want to be an asshole. And when I was younger I would have so many people come up and act like I was a little wallflower (bc oh boy can I also relate to being quiet while physically small meaning being constantly infantalized) who "didn't need to be so shy" and every time I was like "I'm not shy. I just don't feel any engagement with this conversation and I don't want to be a dick and tell you that, but if you gently tell me it's ok to talk one more time I'm gonna start biting."
(It got better as I got older bc I learned that if you're quiet but making active eye contact instead of staring off into other directions - not to avoid attention but because you're just thinking of other shit - people will stop labeling you as shy and instead say "intimidating" or "mysterious" which is also hilarious when what you're thinking about is "machine herald big naturals lmao" but it's better than being labeled "shy")
#arcane#Viktor arcane#viktor meta#hes a complicated guy!!#i maybe project onto him a lot and it makes my opinions bigger!!#he absolutely is repressed and is VERY GOOD probably at coming up with logical reasons for him to not be more forward#but there were so many fics where he was adverting his eyes and blushing and every time i wanted to bite stuff#it also may be that people are using shy to mean different things#when to me shy has a VERY specific connotation
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I had them for only a day, but they're the silliest ever
#jrwi prime defenders#just roll with it#jrwi#jrwi pd#prime defenders#jrwi fanart#william wisp#dakota cole#vyncent sol#digital art#coloured sketch#dakota is entirely inspired off of yago's sketch because i saw it and i was like this is exactly how i see him in my head#still not over the fact that dakota just ate a guy#i mean if i was in the same situation i would also take a bite from the forbidden jello guy#also can't stop thinking about vyncent just having rats on hand#love the little rat eater#and wiwi wisp he's such a fucking loser#but he gets to slay for that#trips falls over and dies#but he's totally in his element
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He said "Fuck this shit, I'm out" I'm crying. Toriyama's Vegeta was so top shelf đ€
(From Neko Majin Z Chapter 5!)
#dbtag#Idk why Toei didn't lean into Vegeta being a version of Piccolo you could put in funnier situations like Toriyama wrote#He's reserved and professional and proud but JUST immature enough to bite down on a gag that Piccolo would readily swerve#But they take a lot of Goku's chaotic comedy away too in favor of Hero(tm) writing and that is why I keep pulling my hair out aklsjdlas#Toriyama was sO funny and it bums me out so much that the anime derailed how lighthearted and straight up silly the humor is#and replaced it with Misogyny Is Funny and humiliation kinks asjklfhadjk and it's not just my complaints about Vegeta and Bulma!!#âGoku is running away from his very reasonable wife because he is a goofy little guy who doesn't want to do his choresâ becomes#âChichi is Cruel to Goku who is Trying to be a good husband because she doesn't relate to his passions and vilifies him for having them"#which is not their dynamic at all but dudes in the writing room are like âbeing married is fucking awful amirite fellas hahahaâ#but Toriyama was like âBeing married is not for everybody but it can be really great if you and your partner are on the same pageâ#Chichi's reasonable! And Goku isn't romantically wired but Goku can enthusiastically consent to sex and still not enjoy kissing#those things can be and are true for a lot of people! And it makes even more sense if you hc Goku to be aspec (and audhd coded) like I do#Kissing can feel gross and can be a sensory overload for many folks. Doesn't mean they're stupid or innocent.#(although Goku CAN still ride nimbus so idk what Pure entails in this universe askljad)#Like I am the FIRST person to joke and drag Goku about his marriage as an aspec myself but like legit Goten is a Last Night On Earth baby#He knows what sex is. But also between how socially removed Goku is and how Shy and Conservative Chichi it's not out of line#to assume the actual words sex and kiss have never been spoken in that house skljdlajdf I FULLY believe Chichi uses code words#Chichi thinks her son being blonde makes him a delinquent and still uses honorifics with Goku like it is fully reasonable to assume#that the joke of Goku's naivetĂš centers around the fact that his wife is too embarrassed to talk about Certain Matters in a normal way#While Bulma and Vegeta are slutty hedonistic cityfolk who need jesus (according to chichi probably...and me but I support them)#anyway. point is. Toriyama was funny as hell and Nekomajin is absolutely ridiculous and goofy and has a fully amoral main character#which just reminded me that toei is allergic to letting goku be a gremlin and so vegeta's not allowed to be a gremlin wrangler#even though that's been his job since the day he met raditz alksdjaskljd
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We ought to write more Pokemon fic some time. We want to recreate the Pokemon Manners/Human Manners cheat sheet that we made a few years ago we think that this site would like the Sliding Scale Of Politeness When Greeting A New Pokemon You've Never Met Before.
#we speak#writing#we grew up with pmd games and we feel like the way that pmd pokemon's dialogue tends to be excessively... direct?#should be a feature and not a bug when any pokemon that you meet might be totally unfamiliar with your species and biology#it's probably very polite to start up front with some basic facts about yourself so they know how to act going forward#the very upfront feel to dialogue also very much helps with keeping the dialogue feel more... pokemon#people mock the series for weird npc dialogue a lot but we think that taking these things literally makes for more fun society building#it doesn't all have to fit with socially acceptable for our world we think. polite in our world isn't even consistent by household.#sometimes a polite interaction sounds like âhello! i'm poochyena! i like to chase people and bite!â#name and immediately socially useful information. now you know about the chasing people and biting so you don't assume it's rude#of course poochyena bites and chases people. it likes to do that. you can say you don't like that and it might stop doing that to You#but it will not stop biting and chasing people because that's what it likes to do and it will probably only befriend people okay with that#it makes a very specific dialogue feel that's very fun to do. we like how the pokemon world tends to treat any sort of like#disability or âweirdâ things as something that you just say out the gate and everyones like âoh okayâ#and then treat that as Part Of Interactions going forwards. there are a surprising amount of parts of the pokemon manga#that are dedicated to working around a character's disability after one or all of their means of dealing with it get taken out#admittedly we aren't that caught up on newer content but we find the way that it tends to be just Accepted as very refreshing#making the dialogue this direct does also tend to make it read as more âchildishâ in english and particular because a lot of Maturity's jus#learning how to dance around what you're saying or phrase it in different ways to get your idea across differently#whereas here everything is just as direct as possible. âi don't like charmanderâ. âi like roasting berriesâ. âi want to dig things upâ.#all pokemon dialogue tends to go towards being exceedingly simple and it makes for some very distinct writing#especially when you have to tackle complex situations with characters who probably dont employ that sort of vocabulary#though we personally enjoy doing this sort of stuff your mileage may vary ofc#we are biased towards this sort of thins because we find it MUCH more fun to build up what we're talking about from blocks#than to like. try and use more indirect wording that may lose things in translation#unfortunately this is not fun in irl conversation. everyone has to be on the same page and you need to use the same playbook to communicate#we REALLY wish people said what they meant though. we're really tired of being asked shit like âis this accessibleâ#when what they mean is âcan you climb these stairsâ a question which depends on the day our energy level and how things have been going#there are a lot of things we could say that would make us feel like some sort of anti sjw type guy and a lot of em boil down to just#"for the love of god dont dance around a Sensitive Topic just get to the point and ask us about it this just makes things harder for everyo
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Walk him like a dog
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Note âËâč⥠: The first year trio are watching Gojo who is completely head over heels for you.
To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest but to the people who know him Gojo Satoru is a menace.
When he was in high school, he was a different breed. Yaga could not sleep at times from all the stress Gojo would cause; be it either an earful from the higher ups or checking the news only to find out there had been an explosion conveniently where Gojoâs mission was assigned.
Sometimes he would get pictured sent to him by the problem student himself, a picture with a beaten up enemy and Gojo winking at the camera with a note saying âYay~ another victory! I mean itâs as normal as breathing for me (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)ê€*.ïŸâ
Even when Yaga would use his authority and lecture him, sometimes Gojo Satoru would not listen; be it simply ignoring or rebutting it with his opinionâ an opinion no one asks for.
And when that happens, Yaga would pull out his secret weapon âYouâ! He didnât use this card all the time but at time Gojo was simply so uncooperative, he had to! Any word coming from you would be listened to by him as if it were law. Right now, at the age of 28 he seemed to have matured- no stopped acting as childish and Yaga didnât have to rely on you so often.
That same Yaga watches from the window at his new first yearsâ Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumiâ behind a bush, hiding peeking over to you and Gojo who were on a bench.
âAhâŠâ Kugisaki sweat dropped at the pair. âGojo-sensei is so smitten.â She said observing at how you were simply reading a book, as Gojo yaps away but one thing very obvious was the gentle look he gave you.
When you finally looked Gojoâs way, their white haired teacher suddenly stops, they notice a faint blush peeping under his blindfolds and when he does starts talking he stammers. THE Gojo Satoru was stammering, biting his tongue simply because you were looking at him.
âKugisaki, letâs leave.â Itadori covers his eyes, his right eye peeps through the cracks of his fingers. âSensei is doing such a bad job at flirting with y/n, Iâm getting embarrassed.â
Kugisaki lifts her hands and grabs the collar of Itadoriâs and starts shaking it. âThis is the closest weâre getting to romance in this school and I want to be the witness.â She grits her teeth.
Just then Nanami walks along the path, making the pair look over. You smile as you call out. âNanami-kun.â
Nanami stops and waits as you stand from your bench, walking over to greet him. The students stare; as soon as you got off the bench and walks Gojo follows suit not even a millisecond later.
Kugisaki cringes. âHe is like a puppyâŠâ
They could vaguely hear Gojo start to make fun of Nanami, but when you think his âjokeâ was a slight bit too harsh; they watch you give Gojo a side eye and almost immediately their teacher shuts up.
ây/n has the strongest sorcerer at the palm of their hands .â Kugisaki and Itadori collectively thought.
Before Kugisaki could comment she senses a small wet feeling on her forehead, then another and then she was drowning in it. Suddenly it started raining.
âGeh. Letâs get out of here.â Kugisaki says as she quickly brought her hands up to cover her bangs. âI donât want my hair to frizz up.â
Itadori and Fushiguro follows her lead as they walk away to the nearby building and when they did reach shelter, Kugisaki quickly turns around to check on their teacher and you, a fellow sorcerer.
Her mouth drops slightly taking in the situation at hand, Nanami was no where in sight. She assumes he left because of the rain too.
But that wasnât the focus.
Her eyes were focused on Gojo and you, holding hands smiling fondly at each other, she also noted that he was using âInfinityâ to not get wet from the rain.
Gojo laughs as he raises one of your hands high which makes you let out laugh, but complies as you proceed to twirl. As soon as you make two twirls, their teacher places his hands on your face as his leans down, his lips on yours.
Kugisaki and Itadori squeal and blushes at the intimate scene infront of them, jumping. âSensei, finally did it! He kissed y/nâ!â Itadori smiles.
They watch you smile into the kiss and you bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his hair, deepening the kiss.
âIâm so happy,Kugisaki.â Itadori wipes his tears with the back of his hands, extremely happy for his teacherâs happiness and success in his love life.
âI donât know why you guys are making such a fuss.â Fushiguro finally decides to add into the antics of his classmates.
âHuh?â Kugisaki quickly turns and glares at the dark haired man. âIs your heart made of stone or something,Fushiguro?â
âYeah! I heard Gojo-sensei basically raised you.â Itadori chirps in. âYou should be more happy for him.â
Kugisaki nods in agreement.
âI meanâŠâ Fushiguro sighs as his hands are up massaging his temple, mentally preparing for the outburst to come.
âTheyâre marriedâŠâ
âEhhhhh???â
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frosted kisses
pt. ii to texas sweet
summary: after some serious distance, a nightmarish evening at the miller household leaves you and joel closer than before.
tags: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, fingering, pulling out, missionary, almost oral, joel is a consent king, gentle!joel, soft!joel, proud dad joel returns, tommy is here, so are sarah and ellie, don't ask how old they are i really can't tell you, tension, sexual tension, kind of angst(?), realistic sex, reader is in a panic as usual, but joel is really sweet, kissing, neck kisses, biting, scratching, mention of joel's dad gut (yum), joel in a wifepleaser, use of darlin' and baby and honey, one use of good girl, praise kink (a little), takes place during july (texas sweet was in june)
a/n: thank you to my biggest cheerleaders @mochamadeleines and @pascalssbabyy <3 also thank you to everyone for being so patient for this sequel. i hope you all enjoy !! :]
texas sweet masterlist and my masterlist
wc: 7.6k (sorry :3)
It is way too hot outside to be doing anything but laying in an ice bath, yet here you are leaving at 9am for your shift. The walk to the bus stop isnât bad, but it does mean you have to walk by Joelâs house.
Joel.
He never followed through on that promise of taking you out for dinner, but itâs only been a month since that night. The two of you had been friendly in passing, since itâs hard to avoid one another, but you can see the avoidance in his eyes. A little while ago you looked up when âneighbours dayâ was, remembering how he said to let him know. But, it turns out thatâs all the way in May, and itâs currently July⊠So.Â
So youâve been avoiding each other a little. Thatâs fine, it was a weird situation for the two of you to find yourselves in. You stared at Joelâs grey-blue truck when it rolled back down the street that night, the headlights flashing yellow on your walls. The hand resting on your chin still smelled like him, like his dick.Â
Honestly, everything on you smelled like him for a little while, your shirt especially, but also your skin. Joel wouldnât leave you alone, even though he physically was. Watching him from your window started to become an obsession, seeing the sweat soak through his t-shirt when heâd mow the lawn on the weekends. You couldnât stop watching him, remembering how needy he was.
Your achy need for him was a constant at night, only competing for dominance over your mind by wondering how needy Joel was.
Nothing could drive the memory of his whimpers and groans out of your mind, the throb of his cock in your hand, and the way his hands twitched and grasped at nothing when he came. It would attack you at random times throughout the day, especially when you were on the bus coming home from work. Most of your days are boring, repetitive. The same texts from your mom, the same job, the same⊠everything. Joel was the most exciting thing for you, but that was short lived. It was just one evening.
Itâs kind of fucked up how you just have to move on, sweaty palmed every morning as you pass by Joelâs house. It isnât even like heâs home when you walk by, he starts work at around 8am. You would know because Tommyâs truck is noisy as all hell, it works great as a last minute alarm.Â
Or at least he isnât usually home.Â
âMorninâ darlin,â calls Joel as you step off your porch.Â
His voice is just as warm and sweet as ever, like the sun today if it were kinder, but thereâs an extra cheerful lilt in it. Turning your head, you see Joel still in his pajamas. Itâs a weekday, so thatâs odd, but whatâs more odd is that heâs hanging balloons outside.Â
A light grey wife pleaser stretches around his torso, showing off his thick arms and shoulders. This is not something youâve seen Joel wear before, but he must have slept in it if the plaid pajama pants are anything to go by.Â
Itâs the polite thing to do to go over there and say hello, right? Thatâs what your mom would want you to do, to be neighborly. Youâre not going over there to check him out. That would be crazy.
Crossing the grass from your house to his is easy, but spit is all caught in your throat by the time you get over to him. Jesus, are you drooling?Â
âHi Joel,â you manage to reply to his greeting as he tapes another balloon up to the overhang of his garage, âwhat are the balloons for?â
He grunts as he twists to fix the tape, the balloon nearly falling on his head. The way heâs stretching up is making the wife pleaser stretch up, exposing the skin of his waist. Your fingers twitch, wanting to touch there again. It makes your mind spin, thinking about how your hands have been there, that he knows what itâs like to have you on him. An explicit secret that neither of you share. You wish he was facing the other way so you could see his tummy, the plushness of it was so comfy against your arm.
âSâfor Sarah,â he finally responds, turning to face you.Â
And oh⊠oh thatâs why heâs so damn happy. He had talked about it in passing a few times during the small talk you had made. Sarahâs birthday was in July and she planned on coming home for it, Joel was so bright everytime he talked about it. His smile is so much bigger when he talks about his daughters.
âIs she coming home today?â You ask, shifting on your feet. Joel nods, tearing off another piece of tape with his teeth.
âUh-huh, pickinâ her up around noon. Weâre doinâ a dinner tonight,â he says. You can see how his eyes are a little unfocused, excited. He sticks the tape to the knot of the balloon and starts to continue his sentence, but is cut off by the front door opening.
The sound catches your attention, your eyes flicking to the door. You didnât see his truck in the driveway, but thereâs Tommy Miller in all his glory.
You wonât lie to yourself, the Miller family clearly has good genetics. Tommyâs got these gorgeous waves in his black hair, and a charming smile too. But, he isnât nearly as soft as Joel is. Not a player, but Joelâs been worn in by 2 daughters and a divorce, like a well loved plushie. Tommy hasnât been worn in by anything, in fact heâs known for wearing things out. As much as youâve heard the whispers at neighborhood events, the other Miller brother has never interested you. Tommy, of course, has shown interest in you once or twice. A few bottles in and heâll talk to anything.
Today though, Tommy is behaving. He flashes you a kind smile, and nods.
âHey neighbor-girl,â he greets.
You almost snort. You know Tommy knows your name, but heâs being weird. Did Joel tell him? Probably not. Do brothers share that sort of information? Youâre getting sweaty againâ
âSaw the flowers yâbought Ole Joel,â Tommy grins, âthought maybe his exâd dropped by.â
Oh. Oh thank god. Thank god the flowers gave it away.
Joel snorts and then scowls at Tommy, shaking his head. He mutters something about you âhaving a name,â and suddenly all you can hear is the blood in your veins. A hot rush flies over you, but youâre flushed from the sun anyways. What difference will a blush make? Itâs not that obvious.Â
Distracted with your anxiety around the two, you barely realize that Tommy is scolding Joel now.
âSânice girl gave you flowers and yâainât even invited her to the dinner tonight?â Tommy scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. Your eyes flash to his arms and Jesus does being brothers mean youâre both built as fuck?Â
âTommy,â Joel says, voice tight, âI was midway through a conversation withâer. Was just about to.â
They exchange a look you canât really decipher. Tommy raises his eyebrows and Joel curls his lip in response. Then, Tommy turns on his heel and goes back in the house.
The heat outside is already uncomfortable, but now you feel awkward. You didnât realize that Joel would invite you to something. Maybe he didnât even want to, he just didnât want to look like an asshat in front of Tommy. Joel looks sheepish in his pajamas, downturned frown neutralizing to a softer smile. He breathes in to speak, but now you donât want his invite.
âJoel,â you say quietly, âyou donât have to invite me. Iâd hate to intrude on your family time with Sarah.âÂ
You really thought that youâd want to speak to Joel after all this time, but this feels humiliating. A pity invite to his daughterâs birthday dinner? Itâs not what you expected, or wanted. As much as youâd like to see Sarah, something about it feels wrong. What would you say?
âHey, it's been awhile. Howâs college been? Good! Aw, Iâm glad. Yeah last time I saw your dad I jerked him off. Oh, youâre in STEM?â
No, thatâs not what you want. He looks like heâs going to protest, but you have to shut him down. Youâve never really spoken to his other daughter, Ellie. It feels like a nightmare waiting to happen.
âIâm just your neighbor,â you wave your hand, as if you could make this go away.
Joelâs brows furrow, his mustache curling back downwards with his frown. Skittishly, his eyes flick away.
âI⊠Iâd like it if yâcame. Even if weâre just neighbors,â Joel says. He seems embarrassed about inviting you, a red hue glowing beneath the sweat on his neck.Â
Alone, in front of the garage, it feels like heâs under you again. Why is he so shy? So bashful? Something in you is frustrated. Youâve been waiting for a month for any scraps, anything more than neighborly chit-chat, and now you have to turn him down. Doesnât he realize youâve been waiting for him?Â
You donât want to be just neighbors with this Joel, you want more. You want to know him more than just as âhot-single-dad-next-door.â
You want to know him the way you did when you were behind him on the couch.
But⊠Maybe this is Joel. You saw the pictures all over his house, and he runs a company with his brother. Family is clearly everything to him, and even if this isnât a dinner-date like he promised, this is something more. Itâs closer for him, this is his own version of pulling you in.
Besides, your mom would want you to say yes. Itâs polite, right?
You concede to Joelâs wishes, as much as you want something else. He smiles really big when you agree, a shy âokayâ leaving you. Itâs not like you could ignore him anyways, not with the way his wife pleaser is stretched around him so⊠pleasingly.
He tells you that thereâs a colour theme of black and blue, since Sarah wants everyone to match in the pictures. Joel starts to blab about what a good photographer she is, but you actually shut him down this time, so as to not miss your bus.
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Somehow, standing on Joelâs porch is a lot worse than last time. You donât have a bunch of flowers for your neighborly crush, or a set of hands to ease his back. All you have is the guilt in your gut for showing up at his daughterâs birthday dinner.Â
It took you almost 45 minutes to pick an outfit. He mentioned blue and black, but didnât mention what shade of blue. Everything you had felt either too dressy, or was literally pajamas. Eventually you found something that worked, but now youâre in your own head. Will Joel think this is nice? Does Joel even think youâre pretty in the first place? You canât remember, your mind is blanking.Â
Jesus, chill out. Youâre going over for dinner, and this isnât even about you.Â
Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you knock.
âIâll get it!!â A voice yells from inside. Not Joelâs.
Tommy grins at you after he swings open the door. Heâs done his hair back, instead of tying it back, and heâs wearing a blue and black, plaid, flannel. The Miller brothers seem to have a flannel for every occasion.Â
âWell helloo Neighbor-Girl,â Tommy greets. His smile is devious as he stands in the doorway.Â
Loud footsteps rush up behind Tommy and heâs suddenly being yanked out of your view by a hand.Â
âChrist, Tommy, leaveâer alone.â Joel grunts.
He isnât wearing a flannel, which surprises you. His usual casual clothes have been replaced by a nice, black, western shirt. The stitching across the chest is done in black as well. Not unlike Tommy, is his slicked back hair. Itâs short still, but it looks good pushed back.Â
He tells you to keep your shoes on as he leads you to the backyard. You canât keep your eyes off him as he and Tommy walk ahead of you. That black shirt, stretched across his back, the curls that lick upwards where his hair isnât slicked. God, he looks stupidly good.
The house looks about the same. Same couch where you jerked him off, same table where the flowers used to sit, same pictures of his family on the walls. Everything feels different. Why doesnât it look different?
Finally your eyes reach the backyard, and it looks magical. Various lights have been set up to create a relaxed atmosphere, with some comfortable lawn furniture set up on the deck. The barbecue is clearly cooking something, and Tommy walks to it automatically.Â
Sarah and Ellie seem to be giggling to themselves, hunched over in secrecy. The sisters whisper to one another, but part once they see you.
âHi,â Ellie says immediately, her bright eyes looking at you excitedly. You greet her in return, then wish Sarah a happy birthday.
Sheâs wearing a matching shirt to Joelâs, which is adorable. You know for a fact that Joel wouldnât dress up past a button up or flannel for most occasions, meaning Sarah probably begged him for this. Even the wash of their jeans are the same.Â
Youâre just about to strike up a conversation with the two girls when Joel comes up behind you and squeezes your upper arm gently.
ââM sittinâ over there, if youâd like to join,â he motions to an outdoor couch identical to the one Sarah and Ellie are sitting on.
Itâs close enough that you could go back to talking with the girls, but once youâve sat down beside Joel, theyâre back to giggling.Â
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It feels like everybody knows.
This fear from earlier has manifested in front of your eyes, this awful anxiety growing. You could barely finish your food, even though it was delicious. Your mouth is dry all the time, you canât stop drinking water. You hyperfocus on every little action you take, feeling crazy,
Tommy has been staring at you like heâs holding a secret, his eyes seem to say âI know something you donât,â and every time you turn your back Sarah and Ellie are giggling again. For them, you try to cut some slack. Ellie is a teen, and Sarah isnât a lot older than her, theyâre young girls, of course theyâre giggling. Itâs Tommy whoâs making you anxious, especially with the scolding scowls that Joel keeps sending him.Â
The conversations are fine once you stop eating, mostly with you listening and observing the dynamic in the family. Tommy talks about this recent client he and Joel have been working with as you all eat cake, but itâs hard to focus when it feels like everybody knows what you did.
Joel seems to notice this anxiety over the course of the night, looking at you with mild concern a few times. He even asks if youâre alright at some point, holding the âdarlinâ for once, and you just tell him you had a rough day at work. Total lie, the only rough thing about this day is how you feel like youâre going to throw up all your food anytime someone in his family starts to perceive you.
Later in the evening, Joel rests his hand on your knee when he reaches for his beer, and you flinch. He seems caught off guard by this, but luckily nobody else notices. His eyes are apologetic as he looks at you, all brown and sappy.
Shame is burning in your veins. Heâs invited you here to spend this special night with his daughter and family. He's been so kind to feed you too, but now youâve made him feel weird too. It feels like your anxiety is leaking out of your pores, a haze of guilt clouding your mind and flooding his. Joel hasnât seemed bothered at all tonight, or at least he hasnât shown it.Â
But there he is, accommodating you as he leans a little closer and asks;
âSâgettinâ late. I could walk yâhome.â
There he is, thereâs your Joel. Your Joel, the one who you know as a caring man. In any other situation this would feel like someone politely requesting you leave the party early, but not with Joel. Heâs conscious of your emotions, and he can tell youâre too overwhelmed to be here anymore. Thereâs your sweet boy, reeling you in before it gets to be too much.
You only nod in response.
Itâs a few more minutes before you get out of there, with Tommy and Ellie stacking copious amounts of leftovers for you onto paper plates, lidding them with tin foil. You use this time to talk a little with Sarah, asking about her time in college. Sheâs happy to share with you, and you can see Joel in her. She has the welcoming energy, the same warmth in her that pools in her eyes. Even without the outfits they would match.Â
Ellie, however, must be spending too much time with Tommy. They both wear shit eating grins as they hand you the stack of plates stuffed with leftovers, with Tommy asking you to âCome back anytime.â
Blood rushes to your face fast, and you toddle off to the door quickly after saying thank you.
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The air on the porch is cooler, but your adrenaline is making you run hot. You want to stop sweating, but all the looks and giggles and comments from the night are running through your mind repeatedly. What did they know? How did they know? Joel wouldnât tell them anything like that, would he? Thank God you didnât stay long enough to be in those pictures that Sarah wanted to take.Â
The front door thuds shut a moment later. Joelâs steps fall heavy behind you, then heâs beside you. Heâs barely touched you tonight, and even now he keeps his distance. Youâre glad for it, you couldnât have handled it anyways.
You both walk the short distance to your house, using the pathway rather than cutting through the grass like you usually do. It feels like you should be enjoying these extra seconds of time with him, but all you feel is embarrassed.
He breathes in the cool air of the summer night through his nose, chest puffing, then blows it out.
âI am so, so, fuckinâ sorry,â he says.
It takes you off guard immediately. You felt like you were acting crazy all night just by your own overthinking, but it was also fuelled by Joelâs non-chalantness about everything. He didnât seem to notice anything all night but you and how anxious you were. This feels like the start of a conversation, so you put the leftovers down on the bottom step of your porch.Â
âIâ Ellie, when I brought her home after you were over last,â he begins, âshe got home and saw the flowers right away. I told her not to make nothinâ of it, but she went and rattled off to Sarah and Tommy.â
Oh, okay. It was just the flowers. Thatâs good, at least they think youâre a lovesick loser, rather than the neighborhood floozy.Â
âI told them to act right tonight, beggedâem to. The three ofâem have been torturing me about it, I think itâs why I avoided you,â Joel admits quietly.Â
Heâs doing it again, soothing your worries without meaning to. Heâs a cooling balm on your burning brain, a sense of sanity cleansing you.Â
Joel wasnât ashamed of what happened between you two, his family was just being shitstirrers about him receiving flowers. It wasnât on purpose, and most importantlyâ
âIâm really sorry, angel. I should have called orâ or somethin. Askinâ you to come tonight was askinâ for trouble from them. My daughterâs birthday ainât makinâ up for shit, âspecially not when theyâre actinâ like that.â
An apology. Joel Miller seemed like a solid man before, one that was dependable, polite, and kind, but now he seems near-perfect. Heâs taking accountability, admitting how he acted and why, and apologizing. No wonder he has two incredible daughters, both of whom love him dearly.Â
You stand there for a minute, a little speechless. You canât remember a time that a man apologized to you and seemed to really mean it, or at least understand what he did wrong. But thereâs Joel, in his black western shirt thatâs rolled up his thick forearms, eyes soft and sorry as he looks at you in the blue-black night. Heâs not like any man youâve met before, not like your dad, friends back home, or your ex-boyfriend.Â
Tonight isnât like any night youâve had in Texas so far, but for so many different reasons. Youâve had a few weird nights, sure. Like what you shared with Joel, or the time you took the wrong bus home and got lost downtown, but itâs weird in a good way.
Tonight, you get to accept an apology from a man who truly seems sorry. Whoâs admitted his wrongs, explained what happened, and more than that heâs been earnest about it. You didnât have to beg for this apology, or argue why he should apologize. He did that on his own, made up his mind, and said sorry like a real man would.Â
Itâs hard to make up your mind on what to do though, whether you should throw yourself at him and kiss him dizzy, or to just say âItâs alright, no hard feelings.â
You settle somewhere in the middle, taking his hands into your own. Your thumb pads rest in the centre of his palms, pushing down and massaging his hands.Â
âItâs okay,â you say finally, voice unsteady.Â
Joel isnât at fault for his family being devious and obviously way too interested in his love life. What he is at fault for, is avoiding you. Brave enough to apologize, pussy enough to avoid the girl he likes. You keep talking.
âI wish you would have spoken to me about this, it made me feel awkward,â you tell him.
He looks up from your joined hands then, looking at you face on. Shame is painting his features, but heâs trying to be courageous, you can tell.
There is no âI know I should have,â or âIâm sorry you felt that way.â Just his voice saying, âIâm sorry.â
No ifâs, andâs, or butâs. Heâs sorry without excuse or pride.Â
The night air is still brisk on your skin, but Joel is warm everywhere. If you laid a hand onto his cheek you would feel hot flesh burning you back. His eyes flit from your own for a moment, decisive.Â
âIâd really, really, like to have dinner with you sometime. I know tonight was a disaster, so I wonât be offended if yâsay no, but⊠I wanna make this up to you.â
This feels so much realer than last time, like heâs gripping your heart in his hand and squeezing as it beats. Joel isnât just saying this in passing after heâs come in your hand, heâs not awkward and politely asking to return a favor. Joel wants this, wants you, wants to have dinner with you. It probably should have occurred to you when he invited you to his daughterâs birthday dinner, but itâs only hitting you right now. No more pity invites, he wants this.Â
Joel Miller wants this, he wants you, and heâs standing there with your hands in his, with his stupid soft eyes and with his heart on the line. Heâs beautiful right now, standing with you as sorry as he can be. Youâll let him have this, heâs asking for it himself. Joelâs being so much braver this time around.
âI think we could do that,â you reply quietly.
His shoulders relax, brow unfurrowing. You can see the relief flood over him instantly, and he looks beautiful then too.Â
Itâs easy from there. Joelâs voice is so soft when heâs grateful, quiet as he thanks and arranges a date-night with you. The two of you decide that a night in would be fine, since Joel ends up working late pretty often. Youâre fine with this, and would honestly rather have him to yourself anyways. No more prying eyes when youâre with him, no more over-bearing perceptions that make your brain fizzle out with anxiety. Just you and Joel.Â
Admittedly, this silly crush on Joel began at a pretty surface level. Not shallow, but all you knew about him was that he was a hot dad and a nice guy. Now, though? Now heâs proven himself, shown you that thereâs something in him that you can reach for. Everythingâs bigger in Texas, but so far itâs only made you feel small. Being around Joel hushes you, like a kiss to a scrape. You want to know him deeper.Â
He squeezes your hands, then drops them so you can pick up your leftovers. You feel a little shy turning your back to him as you make it up to your door, but then he speaks.
âYou looked real pretty tonight, angel, moreân usual.â
You hope he canât hear the squeak you make when the door shuts behind you.
â
Itâs a few days later, and Joel is supposed to be coming soon. He warned that heâs been working late recently, that he probably wonât be off work until eight that evening. You donât care, you made him dinner.Â
Itâs sitting in the kitchen, ready to be rewarmed when he gets to your house. Itâs 8:30 now, he should be here soon. Youâre tucked away on the couch, settled after recooling the house with your air conditioner. To be honest it should be illegal to cook during summers like this. You sweated so much you thought about taking another shower, but it wouldnât have helped.
Besides, Joelâs showing up to your house in probably 10 minutes, sweaty and gross from work. It wonât be like youâre any grosser in comparison.
As predicted, he does show up ten minutes later. His hair is a mess and he smells like hard work, but it doesnât matter.
Nothing matters when heâs in your doorway, toeing off his boots, and asking how your day was. Joelâs eyes keep shyly meeting yours as you lead him to your living room and turn to face him. Heâs nervous, clearly, but itâs sweet. Youâre both out of your element again, this time in your house instead.
Joelâs eyes flit around the room when heâs avoiding your eyes, taking in your home similar to how you did his when you were there not so long ago. You wonder what heâs thinking, hoping he doesnât find you to be boring. He keeps clenching and unclenching his fists and laughing nervously, and you keep watching how his adam's apple bobs in his throat, and how he vibrates with his laughter. He looks puppylike in the soft light of your home, brown eyes glistening.
âAre you hungry?â You ask him, tilting your head upwards. He looks so huge in your little space.
Joel nods sheepishly, and so you lead him into the kitchen.
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They say that the way to a manâs heart is through his stomach, and maybe Joel is the reason they say that. He groaned his way through dinner, with his eyes rolled back and compliments flying off his tongue when he wasnât chewing. He listened to every word you said intently, taking his time with the food you had made. It had taken almost 40 minutes for him to finish that plate of food, and you saw just earlier that week how fast he could pound back a meal.
Heâs savoring you with this silent praise youâve never experienced.
And now heâs sat beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders, and youâre snuggled back into him. The remote seems like a prop as you use it, aimlessly scrolling through a streaming service for a movie. Your thumbs are just rubbing over the rubber buttons now, your eyes focused on how his chest rises and falls.Â
âI really donât mind what you wanna watch, baby,â He says.
His voice seems so much nicer up close like this, when his face is just above yours and youâre beside him.Â
âOr we donât have to watch anything at all, we can just talk.â
How are you supposed to control yourself around him? How can he just walk into your home and fit right into your space, and look that good and be so warm? It feels like your bones are fighting against your skin to move, like the blood in your veins is yearning to jump rope. Joel is turning you on in a way you didnât think possible, in a way where heâs never touched you, but you need him all at once. Heâs softening the both of you.
Itâs the middle of the hottest July of your entire life, but youâve never felt warmer than right now.
âIâm sorry, was that weird? I jusâ like to hear you talk anââ Fuck heâs so nervous. Why is he so nervous? You want him loose and pliant again, like he was on the couch.Â
âYou should kiss me,â you blurt out.Â
Itâs funny how this is not the most insane thing youâve suggested. The first crazy thing you suggested was âhelpingâ him out with his boner when you went to his house on fatherâs day.Â
Still, Joel is surprised.Â
âYou think so? I jusâ ate, I probably taste like food,â he says it like itâs an excuse.
You shift your body so you can face him better, chin tilted up so you can see his face. Heâs not blushing, but he does seem surprised. This is much different than the embarrassed girl he walked home not even a week ago.
âJoel, Iâm sure. I justâ I donât know, Iâm sorry,â you bumble out.
Heâs shaking his head, eyebrows pinched in that stupid way that makes his eyes look like a baby animals.Â
âNo, no, baby, itâs alright Iâm just gross from work and IâŠâ He drops eye contact with you.Â
âI donât want you to think that all I want from you is physical. Youâre beautiful in a lot more ways than that.â
Fuck this guy, seriously. Heâs so nervous, and clearly still thinks heâs fumbling this. Your bones are still vibrating, youâre so close to jumping out of your skin and into his.Â
âJoel youâre incredible too, but I just really need you to kiss me,â you breathe.Â
He seems to get it then. You clearly have deeper feelings, but after so long apart, and that disaster with his family, youâre pent up. Joel knows heâs kept you waiting long enough.
His first kiss is hesitant, just a small one that ends in a mumbled apology.
âSâbeen awhile,â he excuses before going back in.
And from there, it escalates. Heâs controlled in his kisses, and seems to be avoiding tongue kissing you. Joelâs hesitancy from eating earlier is there, and you appreciate the courtesy. He makes it up though, when you push him further back on the couch and slide into his lap, arms looped around his neck.
Kisses are dotted from your lips, down your chin, and to the soft skin of your neck, where his mouth nips and kisses gently. Your hands are in his hair as you roll your head back, wanting to allow him however much space he needs to kiss you. Thereâs no hesitancy for either of you to be quiet, with him groaning as he smothers your neck in kisses, and you whining as he finds your sensitive points.Â
It only takes a few ruts of your hips against his for him to be asking you if you want to go upstairs. Heâs out of breath beneath you, cheeks flushed, and you can feel how hard heâs gotten.
âY-yeah, my room,â you agree weakly, sliding off his lap.
Joel can barely keep his hands off you as you scamper up the stairs, grasping at your thighs and laughing softly when you squeak.Â
It feels so juvenile, the way he grabs for you as soon as you enter your room. His lips are back on yours even as you try to tug up his shirt and he shakes his head slightly.Â
âYou first, I have a lot to make up for,â he mumbles, nodding his head towards the bed.
He undresses you once youâve laid down, with eyes that drag over you in awe and pure attraction. Joel doesnât mind your plain cotton undies, or the hairs that poke out the front. Itâs sweet and homelike, itâs normal.Â
He kisses where your hip bone is, murmuring into the fabric that covers it.Â
âI really want to eat you out, beautiful. Is that okay with you?â
For the first time in this entire evening, his voice seems to sober you rather than intoxicate you more. Your lungs finally catch up with the rest of you, and you can breathe enough to get some actual oxygen into your brain, so you can think.
Obviously the answer should be yes, but you donât feel totally comfortable with that yet. Youâre not someone who prefers to be shaven, itâs inconvenient, but your bush is a little much even for you right now. On top of that, youâve been sweating like crazy all day, so you donât even wanna know what itâs like down there. And if you donât wanna know what itâs like, then you donât want Joel to know what itâs like, even if he really wants to.
So you shake your head.
Perfect boy he is, Joel nods and says âthatâs alright, baby, thank you for beinâ honest,â as he slides back up your body after placing one more kiss on your hip bone.Â
You are okay with him lifting your shirt off, and then unclipping your bra. He palms at your breasts lovingly, kissing them all over and lapping at your nipples. All of his touches are so gentle, but stupidly impactful. He seems to know that you donât want this to be rough, that you enjoy his sweetness. Heâs understanding you without even trying, and it feels like youâre being loved for the first time.
Joel is being careful in a way that doesnât make you feel like youâre being overdramatic, or fragile. Heâs watching your movements so he can do this right, but at the same time youâre getting impatient.
âJoel,â you pant as he sucks your nipple back into his mouth, âJoel, take your clothes off, please?â
Heâs stupidly excited as he scrambles off your bed, tugging his jeans down and almost getting caught in his shirt when he pulls it off wrong. Joel touches his boxers and then looks at you with questioning eyes. This is where he hesitates.
âWe can turn the lights off,â you offer gently.Â
You remember his hesitancy on the couch, how he didnât want you to look at him, to see him. It doesnât matter if itâs dark in your room when this happens, so long as itâs him in the bed with you.
Joel turns and shuts the lights off, plunging the room into darkness for a moment before your eyes adjust. In another moment, you feel him on top of you again, his warm skin touching yours. Itâs very lucky you cracked your window open earlier, so now your bedroom has become a manageable temperature.Â
Heâs comfortable on top of you, with his plush tummy pressing against the softness of your own. Your legs tangle as you struggle to strip your undies off, and you give up when they get caught around your ankle. His nose is pressed to your cheek as he just hovers above you for a second.Â
âI know I said this earlier, but it really has been a long time,â he admits quietly.Â
It shouldnât warm your heart the way it does, but the idea of him not sharing himself with anyone for so long until you⊠itâs special.Â
âThatâs okay. Are you okay?â You ask.
He nods, from what you can feel, and then pulls back onto his knees. Joel isnât totally visible in the light of your room, but heâs still gorgeous from what you can tell. The pouch of his tummy is so cute, so real, and you hope that you can bite it one day.
âIâm just going to prep you a little, is that okay darlin?â Joel says carefully, trailing a hand down your thigh.
Maybe from the outside this looks like two awkward people having sex, or maybe even like you donât want each other at all. It sounds like thereâs so much hesitancy in the room, but itâs not like that. The two of you are just reassuring one another, Joel to you because he was gone for so long, and you to him because itâs been so long for him.Â
So it isnât awkward, when he plunges his finger into you. He starts with one, gentle as ever, and works up to three very slowly. Joel leans down to your cheek and murmurs the nicest things to you, telling you how nice you feel, thanking you for being so kind to him.
âSo patient with me, baby. Donât know why you are, but itâs so kind,â he says quietly as he curls his fingers in you. They feel so much bigger than your own, but they fit fine. Fuller than youâre used to, but fulfilled in a new way. The feeling chokes your breath and all you can do is whimper softly at him, eyes wide.
âMâgonna be makinâ up my mistakes for a long time to you, anâ not just like this,â he promises, slowing his movements but making them more deliberate, a little harder. Nothing is burning like it usually does, thereâs no sting of pain, itâs just a melting pot of pleasure between your legs as he gives himself to you and you to him.Â
âIs that okay with you? Is it okay if I wanna make this up to you for a long time?â Joel asks.
You know what heâs asking. You know you want it too, you know you havenât felt this wanted since you moved to Texas, probably even before. Nothing has felt like this in your life, and heâs requesting you to have it.Â
âYes, yes, Joel, thatâs okay with me,â you say.
He leans down and kisses you once, then lets you scoot up and over on the bed so you can fumble in your drawer for the lube. Your hand passes over a silicone toy in your bedside table and you smile at the fact that it will soon be long abandoned as you pass the lube to him.
âMight be cold,â Joel warns before pouring some onto his fingers and applying it to you.
Then, he applies some to himself and settles comfortably between your legs. He drags the head of his cock over your hole and up to your clit, like a teasing warning. He had felt big in your palm before, but he feels even bigger now. He was right to prep you.
Finally, he notches himself and slowly pushes in, letting your locked ankles on his lower back guide the speed at which he slides in. Joel is breathing really heavily, and when he finally feels his pelvis meet yours, he collapses down onto his elbows.
âFuck,â he cusses.
It feels better than you thought it would. Heâs big, but not so much that you want him to pull back a little. You physically feel as comfortable and fulfilled as he makes you feel emotionally.
âSo good, oh my godââ you sigh softly, hands reaching up and catching his curls in your fingers. You drag him down, your beautiful boy, and kiss him gently.Â
But he isnât moving. You can feel his thighs shaking and how heâs still breathing heavily.
âHey,â you start softly after pulling back from the kiss, but he shakes his head.
âIf I move I thinkâ I think Iâm gonna come,â he sputters out embarrassedly.
Oh.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry baby. Youâre just so fucking pretty and itâs been so long and you feel so goddamn good, I donât know, I canât move.âÂ
His nose is near enough to yours that you can brush them together, nuzzling the side of his face.
âJoel itâs okay, Iâm not going to be upset,â you tell him. Itâs oddly sweet for him to have such an overwhelming reaction to you.Â
âNo, I know that I just⊠I really wanna make you come. I wanna feel it," he admits.
And so you wait. Your unending patience seems to extend to him again in this moment and you lay there kissing him until he can finally begin to move at an even pace.Â
Itâs so worth it.
Joel is so loving as he fucks you, with deep thrusts as he groans and bites at your neck tenderly. His hands come up and palm your breasts, rolling his thumbs over his nipples as he tells you how pretty you are, how grateful and sorry he is.
He apologizes a lot. For the party, for his distance, for how stupid he was to not see how beautiful you were from the day you moved in next door. Heâs noisy and apologetic as he keeps a stable pace as he fucks you into your mattress.Â
Your mind is entirely fucked for him. Youâre whimpering and mewling beneath him, babbling âitâs okay,â and âi forgive you,â everytime he says heâs sorry. Why is he even sorry anymore? Canât he tell how much you love this?Â
The more he talks the closer you get, your body clenching around him as he buries himself deep repeatedly. The stable pace he set should ground you, should keep your head on your shoulders, but itâs actually making it worse. You donât need it any faster or harder than heâs giving it to you, not with how noisy he is, and how attentive his hands are.
âDo you forgive me?â he rumbles into your ear, dropped on one elbow as his other hand is reached down and gently rubbing your clit.Â
You nod desperately, accidentally knocking your head into his. It makes him laugh, asking âyeah?â as he continues to pin his hips into your own.Â
âI forgive you, Joel, I swear,â you choke out weakly.Â
âThen will you come for me, honey? Please?â he asks.
Itâs maybe the dirtiest thing heâs said all night, or maybe it just feels like it in the heat of the moment, but it sends you over the edge right away. You spasm around him and claw at his broad back, gasping for air and squeaking out noises you havenât made before. Tears prick at your eyes as he works you through it with his fingers and cock.
âFuck, yeah, there you are baby, thatâs a good girl. Godâ Can I come? Is that okay?â Joel asks once you start to come down. Youâre still in your head enough to nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips.Â
It doesnât take long at all, youâre surprised he was able to last as long as he did with everything considered. Joel takes less than a minute before heâs pulling out and letting out deep grunts and breaths as he comes on your tummy, looking down at you with adoring eyes.Â
âThank you, thank you baby, God.â He huffs out as he catches his breath. Heâs kneeling between your legs with his chest puffing.Â
He continues thanking you as he cleans you up with a washcloth. You had to guide him to it by yelling instructions as he walked on shaky legs to your linen closet, not wanting to spill his mess everywhere.Â
Once youâre finally cleaned up, he nestles into bed with you. Your head lays on his still clammy shoulder as he tucks you beneath his arm and presses kisses to your hairline.
âMâso grateful for you, darlinâ, I hope you know that,â he mumbles to you.Â
You tell him that you know, that he just proved it to you, and he laughs. The noise is so warm in your room, like it was meant to be there.
âOkay, thatâs fair, but if you need anything else,â he tells you.
A thought does pop into your mind, but it doesnât seem totally appropriate. Youâre enjoying this peaceful moment with Joel, in your quiet room. His hand is tapping its fingers on your stomach, squeezing the flesh once or twice.
You decide not to say anything, but your tummy does. She growls loud and proud, forcing an embarrassed blush onto your face.
âUm⊠I think Iâm kinda hungry,â you admit.
â
Thatâs how you and Joel end the night, in the kitchen.
Youâre sitting on your countertop while he leans against it about a foot away. The paper plate that Ellie loaded up with cake is sat between the two of you, and your forks steal big lumps out of it.
Joel has frosting in his moustache, but it looks so cute there that you donât have the heart to tell him. Instead, you just lean over and kiss him.Â
âNâ what was that for?â He asks through a mouthful of cake.
You just giggle and shrug, admiring him.Â
âI just like you,â you tell him.
He looks like he might roll his eyes, but instead he steps closer to you and kisses you on the cheek. You can feel the residue of the frosting on your skin.
âYeah, I think I like you too, baby.âÂ
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Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam âïž Part Two
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Part One âïž Part Three âïž Part Four âïž Part Five âïž Part Six âïž Part Seven âïž Part Eight
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A/N: Still establishing some more lore and feelings. Currently, the Batfamily has two yanderes. With more yandereâs being revealed outside of Gotham and some in Gotham about to start falling into obsession. Also, my favorite Reader is one who is manipulated into thinking the collar around their neck is a necklace. Will be working on Part Three, but it might take longer because we have obsessions starting and Reader starting to get to a breaking point.
Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior
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Poor Reader has it rough. Not too rough, but still life kinda sucks and they wanna go home now, please and thank you.
But, as always, things start to brighten up a notch or two.
Reader is thriving at school, sure they canât hang out with their friends, but their friends understand (which honestly kinda odd, but theyâll roll with it)
There is a small issue.
Reader is a metahuman. (I know, shocking. So unique.)
Reader controls the weather, at will or with extreme emotions (oooooo interesting)
Back in their hometown, Reader didnât have to hide said abilities that much. (Hell, more than a few people knew about it. Such an understanding community.)
Here in Gotham, in a practical strangerâs house, theyâre not gonna to that.
Which is fine. Fine fine fine
Okay, so Reader is tense. Doesnât have a healthy outlet, and is bottling things up. So that storms brewing. Gonna be fun when that comes back to bite Reader in the ass.
But, things are looking up. (I swear this time!)
Duke and Cass are hanging out with Reader more. Theyâre sorta becoming a trio of amigos.
Though, they do disappear often. For long periods of time.
Reader is pretty sure Bruce is Batman, at this point.
Theyâre not stupid, itâs in their damn genetics to be somewhat intelligent, so to speak.
But, no one actually tells reader. Itâs lead to some awkward situations of them going silent when Reader enters the room, or the manor being unusually empty after everyone went to the âlibraryâ.
(Smalltown doesnât mean stupid, bunch of jerks.)
It just makes reader feel even less like theyâre part of the family. Even Alfred disappears for a time, leaving Reader completely alone with nothing, but portraits and old wood furniture.
No one says anything. No one mentions a single thing. (Am I not worthy of the secret? Why did you drag me here only to ignore me?)
Bruce continue to bounce between ignoring and coddling. Yet gets upset if Reader does the same. (Making them anxious.)
Dick pops back in, immediately showering Reader and excessive amounts of affection before shooing them off cause heâs gotta take care of somethings. (It makes reader feel like a pet in a degrading way.)
Jason gets caught harassing Reader by Alfred. Which leads to a screaming match between Jason and Bruce. Itâs a violent one, but Alfred drags Reader out of the room before they can see. (But they hear things breaking and Itâs terrifying.)
After that, Reader is extremely cautious around Jason. Which for some reason makes him angry and more violent. (Why does he hate me? This is scary.)
Stephanie starts to come around. Slowly. Theyâre getting there. (Stephanie still prefers to hangout with Tim and TimâŠ)
Tim ignores Reader the most. Will not talk to Reader at all. Which sucks because Teader thinks they would total get along. (But, nope. All they get is the cold shoulder.)
Reader just avoids Damian like the plague.
Reader talks more often to her other half-brother living miles away than the one sheâs currently living with. (Thatâs gonna piss Damian off later)
While Barbara remains cordial.
Life is moving on. Weâre good. Everythingâs good.
Wait? Gotham Academy is having its own student Gala? That sounds amazing! Getting dolled up, having a night with friends. MaybeâŠ. Having a date escort themâŠ.
And the best part is, Bruce says Reader can go.
Now, Cass and Duke and Damian wonât be going. Which is a bummer, but Reader understands.
Bruce even buys reader something to wear.
An obnoxious designer outfit. (A couture ruffle monstrosity thatâs all the rage on the runway.)
Itâs so terrible you have to laugh. (Just to hide how upsetting it is that no one actually knows what you like here or bothers to ask.)
Reader even shows Stephanie and they share a laugh. (Itâs great. Reader needed that laugh.)
But, thereâs no way Reader is going to wear this. So, Reader calls their childhood friend and favorite fashion designer.
Commissioning a more mature outfit. (Reader is almost grown, time to take a break from the ruffles and embrace the sexy.)
BFF comes through and then a week later someone shows up at Wayne Manor. (Damn that was fast.)
Someone from Readerâs hometown, and this starts to set things in motion.
BFFâs older brother, Readerâs childhood crush, shows up holding a dress and driving Daddyâs old truck. Which he hands Reader the keys too.
Nana and Grand Daddy, the Step Grandparents, wanted to surprise reader with a gift from home. (Remind Reader how much better living in a smalltown is compared to somewhere like Gotham. How much their town adores them and misses them.)
Poor oblivious Reader. Not realizing their smalltown is so desperate to have them back. (Reader was theirâs first, they know Reader best.)
Nor how desperate Gotham is going to be to make force reader to stay.
#yandere dc#dc x reader#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam#yandere batboy#yandere tim drake#yandere bruce wayne#yandere damian wayne#yandere alfred pennyworth#yandere dick grayson#yandere cassandra cain#yandere stephanie brown#yandere jason todd#platonic batfam#batfamily x reader#batfam x reader#batfam#smalltown!reader
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SFW&NSFW Vi HCs
content warning:: itâs kinda a mix of modern!AU and not idk, fem!reader, smut obviously
AN:: I love muscle mommies
âą ËËË She might look and act tough but donât let her fool you. Sheâs such a silly goober. Okay, at first she might a little cold and distant and take a lot to warm up, but once she does sheâs a sweetheart.
âą ËËË I think there might be a âyou fell first but she fell harderâ situation. She isnât really that into dating or looking for the love of her life, so when you first met she didnât even think about getting with you.
âą ËËË HATES when people help her. If someone does, sheâs convinced that she owes them something.
âą ËËË But she really likes to help other people. She likes to be the one that people owe something⊠and she just feels really stupid when she doesnât help someone she totally could. (as people should)
âą ËËË Very self-conscious about her hands. Mostly about the scars and bruises that are on her knuckles, thatâs why she wraps them up or covers them with chunky rings.
âą ËËË Hates fancy clothes. Doesnât remember the last time she wore a normal bra.
âą ËËË This girl doesnât have any manners!! Thatâs the downside of growing up mostly around men. And the Lanes.
âą ËËË Her favorite way to spend free time (besides working out) is watching stupid reality tv. You know, the shows that you can just put on in the background and turn off your brain.
âą ËËË Iâm taking this from the trailer- if sheâs having a really shitty day sheâll take it out on a punching bag, but sometimes that makes her feel even worse so she ends up hugging it instead.
âą ËËË Sheâs really touch starved but she doesnât know how to ask for affection. Sheâll just silently sneak up on you and hug you from behind or spoon you once youâre already asleep.
âą ËËË You might think she doesnât know how to do makeup but she does the best smokey eyes in the world!!! Also has the prettiest natural lashes you have ever seen.
âą ËËË Loves to just lay down and relax. After being on edge her whole life the short moment she can chill with you before sleeping is like literal heaven.
âą ËËË She could cry every time she gets a gift. Even if itâs something small or something that wonât last- like food or flowers- it just makes her eyes water.
âą ËËË Her favorite thing to lay down on is your lap. Sheâs such a thigh girl omg. I mean, she loves every single part of your body, but thighs⊠oh man.
âą ËËË Lord have mercy, sheâs obsessed with them. Her hand is big enough to grab almost your whole thigh. She loves to kiss them, bite them, grope them- anything and everything.
âą ËËË Her favorite thing to do is using her fingers on you but god fucking damn it- it takes her so long to start. She has to unwrap her bandages, take off all of her rings, wash her hands. Thatâs like at least 5 minutes.
âą ËËË She genuinely likes the taste of pussy. Maybe itâs because she spent half of her life in prison eating slop, but sheâd eat you out over any food.
âą ËËË I believe in happy trails on girls supremacy. So hot :3
âą ËËË She not only has insane strength, her stamina is the same. Sheâll go at it the whole day and night.
âą ËËË I canât decide whether sheâd hook up with people often or be an inexperienced virgin. Because on one hand if she wants to get laid, sheâll get laid but on the other- maybe she thinks itâs too intimate to do with some random person?? idk
âą ËËË Loves to finger you in front of a mirror (she just wants to see her own muscles)
âą ËËË Riding her abs or toned thighs⊠somebody help me.
âą ËËË Honestly, I donât think she likes to receive that much. I mean- obviously she likes it, but sheâd just rather give.
âą ËËË Sheâs so embarrassed by her own moans omg. She loves to hear them from you, but when it comes to herself? No way. Maybe a groan or two, but nothing more.
âą ËËË She would never hurt you during sex. Itâs such a major turn off for her. She saw and caused too much violence in her life to find it arousing.
âą ËËË Apologies to my scissor sisters, but she will strap you down. Especially from behind- she just loves your ass too much.
my obsession came back
#lesbian#wlw#vi arcane fluff#vi arcane imagine#violet arcane x reader#vi arcane#arcane x reader#violet x reader#vi x reader#violet arcane#vi arcane x reader#arcane#arcane smut#vi arcane smut
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Howl at Midnight
Pairing | werewolf!Jimin x human!Reader
Word Count | 7.5k
Warnings | +18, angst, smut, halloween theme, an apparently abandoned castle (don't trespass on other people's property đ€§), mentions of a pact made with the city's residents, poison, MC doesn't really have much choice đ, forced nudity, dark themes and also yandere (?), underneath MC finds the situation exciting, bites and marks, sink the canines and drink blood, PWP, oral sex, pussy worship, dubcon, begging, virginity loss, unprotected sex (use protection!), vaginal sex, big dick, knotting, MC abandons herself to her fate (I think Jimin's supernatural nature contributes in MC's choices), eat cum, this is not for minors.
This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.
I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.
This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.
Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.
‷ Summary | You always thought you lived in a quiet, small town. You never imagined that the locals would be able to keep such a secret for centuries, you fell into their trap⊠But it doesn't seem so bad.
âą Author's Note | Hi, guys!!! đ„č
My best friend and I challenged each other to write a Halloween-themed story using the following keywords: werewolf - halloween - virginity - castle - poison.
I don't know why I came up with such a story, it was supposed to be something simple but my dark side took over WAY too much đ
Anyway my best friend liked the story and suggested that I publish it, so here it is, I already apologize for any mistakes and for the plot which is not who knows what đ„ș
Howl at Midnight was written for recreation, but I still hope you enjoy it â€ïž
PS: I really didn't know how to classify this story, when in doubt I put the warning âyandere,â since there are behaviors that go a little beyond đ”âđ«
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It's a rather dark night, you think, as the flickering lights of street lamps barely illuminate your path. You and some of your friends have decided to spend Halloween night roaming the more desolate streets of your small town, rather than attend the party of the school's homecoming queen, the most popular and at the same time most hated girl ever by you and your friends, a common ground that has certainly welded your friendship.
You are reminded of the afternoon you spent at Glenn's house deciding how you would spend Halloween night; Glenn's initiative had been rather unique, since he was not a fan of that holiday.
âIt will be fun, everything is so scary at night, we might even meet a real vampire! I mean, not like Edward Cullen, I mean one who doesn't sparkle-â but Glenn's excited monologue had been badly interrupted by his girlfriend, Claire, who had hit him over the head with a book, and who knows why, said book was actually titled Twilight. You remember giggling, willingly accepting that idea, but now...
âWe were simply supposed to go for a walk, Glenn,â you mutter ruefully, looking around, âDo you want to tell me where you're taking us?â
The red-haired boy snorts again, settling into his vampire costume bought at a thrift store stall, âCome on Y/N, what would life be without a little thrill?â
Claire, for her part, nods in turn with a euphoric smile, as if she knows something you don't, prancing merrily dressed as a red devil among black lace decorations and lace.
âLife would be as it has always been, wonderful,â you blurt out nervously, freezing suddenly.
The asphalt has run out and the streetlights have stopped dimly illuminating the entire street, you are at the edge of the most talked about lands in your town. When and how exactly did you get there?
âHere we are, my girls,â you hear Glenn say, satisfied with his feat.
âWhat are we doing here?â you swallow, far from cheerful.
Answering you is Claire, âIt's an abandoned castle and this is Halloween night, what do you say?â
You grit your teeth, shaking your head, âYou're crazy, I'm not going in there!â you take a step back, your heart stirring, but Glenn stops you in a single moment.
âWhere do you think you're going? I promised your brother I'd keep an eye on you,â he tells you sternly, and you know he's right, you can't just leave on your own, the streets are empty but it would still be dangerous.
âDon't you want to see what it's really like inside, aren't you the least bit curious?â
Short answer? No.
More articulate answer? Fuck no.
âCome on, don't be a wimp now!â
You snort, casting a glance at the castle in question.
It is as large as it is gloomy; the older inhabitants of the town have always spoken of the presence of various monsters within it, which is why the lands surrounding the castle are so large, preventing the actual growth of the otherwise large and well-populated town. Some of the land had been ceded to keep the monsters quiet.
That's some bullshit. And you're certainly not a wimp.
What will you find in there, maybe overgrown spiders? You shake your head, certainly nothing up to the Acromantulae seen in Harry Potter.
âI'm not afraid,â you limit yourself to saying, Glenn and Claire seem satisfied with your answer as they begin to step over half of the downed iron bars surrounding the gates of the immense building. It bothers you that they haven't bothered beyond you, but it's Halloween night; you can't really spoil their fun.
You hold on tightly to one of the rusty old iron bars, lift one leg trying not to fall off because of the bulky skirt of your witch costume, and end up straight on the ground covered with dry mud and grass, thank the heavens that it hasn't rained in the last few days, otherwise goodbye costume, although more like an elegant medieval dress and nothing more than that.
âGuys, wait for me!â you exclaim as you turn toward them, but you find yourself rolling your eyes.
The darkness is almost completely pitch black, only the moon high in the sky gives you some brightness in that open space surrounded by green trees and uncultivated grass. Your friends are not there.
âPlease tell me this is a joke, please,â you growl, turning only a few seconds to climb over the railing, âGlenn? Claire?â
A shiver of unease snakes down your spine, as if someone - or something - is watching you. But you immediately banish the absurd thought. The Halloween atmosphere always makes everything quite scary; your friends chose that place for that very reason.
Imagining that you simply find them in front of the castle's entrance, you also wander down the path that actually looks like anything else by now. You will meet each other there.
The wind blows without worrying about your bare shoulders because of the dress's boat neckline; the cape had long since been taken away along the way. You bought it in an antique store and the elderly man seemed quite eager to get rid of it. He even gave you a discount.
The sound of falling leaves under the force of the draught is quite terrifying, especially now that you've discovered you can't use your cell phone. There is absolutely no service there, and isn't that how the best horror movies begin?
A frustrated groan leaves your throat, you don't have to think about it.
âGlenn?â you try to call out once more, but along the path echoes the hoots of an owl that is probably scrutinizing you with condescension, wondering why a silly girl like you is wandering around in such a desolate, godforsaken place.
When you arrive at the gates of the castle, you find yourself admiring the extraordinary Gothic architecture of the huge, ancient building made of stone and marble. The fact that it has survived over the centuries without any kind of restoration is a testament to the good materials that were used.
One by one, you walk down the stone steps, sudden thunder jolts you violently, and with fear in your veins you throw yourself toward the immense reinforced door, finding it ajar, a sign that Glenn and Claire must have already entered. You ignore the hint of annoyance, since they could at least wait for you, you must escape the sudden storm.
Wordlessly you notice the large, thick black clouds enveloping the sky, obscuring even the immense full moon.
You carefully close the ancient gateway, looking around the thick-walled atrium decorated with paintings that are surely worth more than your current home, not to mention the carpet you are walking on, though a bit worn, is definitely from the time of the castle's founding. You wonder which lord lived there and whether it can be traced in the history books.
âClaire?â you whisper, afraid of disturbing someone, but who exactly?
Sighing wearily, you really have no time or inclination to play along with your friends, you rest your hand on the wrought-iron railing of the staircase, beginning to climb so that you can find those two idiots as soon as possible and get home safely.
They say 'God makes them and then matches them up,' right? You mentally growl, well, you wouldâve just wiped them out instead.
Between corridors that are not real corridors but dead ends, some narrow and some exaggeratedly large, you finally find the wing reserved for rooms, hating the enormity of that place.
âHey, you ... are you here?â you ask, slowly opening a bedroom door with one eye closed and one only slightly open, fearing to find the two lovebirds doing strange things in the leto of an abandoned castle, because they would be perfectly capable of it.
But what you find is just a lavishly decorated bedroom absolutely empty of any other life forms but you.
âThis is definitely a joke,â you chuckle mirthlessly, clutch your arms to your chest, and continue that unwelcome tour of yours, continuing to open rooms at random, with no more expectation of finding anyone in them, until you come to a rather large bedroom.
Quite different from the others, which up to that point had been yes, beautiful, but empty, lacking a soul.
This one was immense just like the castle itself, yet warm, thanks to the burning fireplace. The four-poster bed was adorned with red silk sheets, as were the velvet curtains tied to the solid wooden columns, on the walls finely decorated with gold paint were hung medieval tapestries, depicting hunting parties, running horses and wolves, wolves everywhere. One that particularly strikes you depicts two wolves and a woman in the center, they seem ready to bite her fiercely, you notice with discomfort.
High glass windows with curtains left open allow lightning to illuminate the entire room, followed by a terrible, howl-like rumble.
That horrible noise seems to awaken you from the sort of trance you fell into while admiring the surely master bedroom, and you finally take serious note of the burning fire. Why a working fireplace in a castle uninhabited for years?
âTo many the night brings counsel, to me it has brought a lovely maiden, I see...â you gasp surprised and terrified, turning toward the silky, warm, yet slightly hoarse, almost growling voice.
A relatively young man watches you with his shoulder resting against one of the stained glass windows. You had not seen him. No. He was not there before, you are absolutely sure.
His dark, shiny hair has been grown down to his neck, some curling around his sharp, elegant jaw, the neck left bare by his unbuttoned, white shirt is a set of sinuous, sharp, powerful lines. The soft black pants do nothing to hide the wonderful figure of his long legs, his feet are bare, you notice. He feels perfectly comfortable, as if... as if that were his home.
âI-I... I'm sorry, it's Halloween and some friends of mine thought...â you try to explain with your hands clasped to the skirt of your dress, but you are immediately interrupted by the man's sophisticated, sassy giggle.
âThey thought it was a brilliant idea to violate my property?â you pale at his question.
âWe... the whole town believes the castle is uninhabited,â you reply with a shy breath, trying to justify them.
The young man breaks away from the glass window, slowly approaching you, you take steps back, inadvertently bumping into one of the pillars of the bed.
âAnd does it look uninhabited to you, little girl?â
Little girl? By the look of him, he wouldn't seem that much older than you, in fact.
Now that he has moved closer, standing only a foot away from you, you notice details of his face that you did not catch a few moments earlier.
He has high, pronounced cheekbones, and his lips seem so plump and soft that you blush at the thought of kissing them, his nose is well-proportioned and straight, while the peculiar shape of his eyes gives him a rather sweet and angelic air, although the fun written in them is anything but angelic.
âI didn't know, I'm really sorry, sir,â and it's true, the last thing you want is to be a nuisance to someone you don't even know, âI'll get my friends back and we'll leave right away, I promise.â
Dark eyes rimmed with long eyelashes watch you closely, before dropping to the rest of your body. Suddenly you remember the deep cleavage of your witch's dress, your skin burning under his watchful gaze.
âRight now there is no one else in the castle, except you and me,â he approaches again, you can feel his warm breath meet your neck, you shiver as the man clasps one hand above your head, around the pillar of the bed, doing the same with the other. This makes it clear how statuesque his physique is, compared to your more petite one, you also catch a subtle citrus fragrance, light and not cloying, is that him?
With a huge effort, you process his words, widening your eyes. No one else?
âBut how-â
âIn my opinion you made it all up, little girl,â he sneers, "Just admit that it was your curiosity that drove you here," but you shake your head, vehemently denying it.
âI really came here with friends!â you fret, you've never been good at handling pressure and this guy is not helping you at all.
âOh, really?â a devilish smile makes its way across his soft, smooth cheeks, "So it's just a coincidence that you're wearing this dress?" you don't know how to answer the question, you can't, not when he lowers a hand over you, brushes the outline of your face with a finger, trailing down the delicate line of your neck to your cleavage, your rippling, shivering skin longs to receive his touch once more, you struggle to recover.
âTh-this dress?â you stammer in shame, his finger is still grazing your chest and you are doing nothing to push it away.
âMh-mh,â he nods, pushing your cleavage down a few millimeters, enough to make you squeak with red cheeks, âHow much do you know about this castle and its owners, little girl?â
Nothing, you'd like to answer, but your eyes already communicate your answer as he pulls back, finally letting you breathe. His scent still hovers around you, though.
âYear 1479, the people of the town of Howl enter into an agreement with the seven lords of Midnight, ceding a part of their lands to these noble lords and agreeing to send a virgin once every ten years, on the so-called Halloween Night,â he narrates, leaving you speechless, âIn return, none of the townspeople would be hunted down and killed, does that ring a bell?â
âL-Listen to me, I really don't know what you're talking about, I definitely have to go now,â you nod at your own words, but the door slams shut along with a new and terrible rumble, an anguished cry involuntarily leaving your throat.
âThe dress you're wearing is soaked in poison, little girlâ the imperious tone terrifies you, automatically your body closes in on itself, as a kind of protection.
âThis must definitely be a joke, it is Halloween after all,â you whisper to yourself with tears in your eyes.
âIt's a security, for us. It ensures that the girls don't run away, because we are the only ones who can neutralize that poisonâ you don't know why the man started speaking in plural, you just know that you have to leave, even though something inside you is screaming at you not to. Because it could end very badly.
âYou'd better take it off, your body might absorb more poison than is really necessary, the sooner we start the better,â he sighs, beginning to take off his white shirt, showing off a well-built, smooth chest and abs studded with thin scars lighter than his skin, swallowing without any more salivation, following long lines of black ink that weave across his pecs, forming some kind of mark, perhaps related to some cult.
âWhat are you doing!â
The man tilts his head, his soft hair following the movement meekly, and grasps the edge of his pants, running his forefinger and thumb over it defiantly as he watches you, âI'm taking what was given to me, little girl,â he sneers again, not at all impressed by your shock.
It was not uncommon for him and his brothers to be served girls who were totally unaware of their own destiny, they were tiresome at times, they would not stop shaking and crying, praying not to be deprived of their purity, but you smell so delicious that it might make him go beyond your dullness.
The fabric of his excellent quality pants slowly flows over the flawless skin of his toned legs, the blood rushes straight to your cheeks, and your heart misses a beat with a strangled âiiihâ as you realize that the stranger has not only freely undressed in front of you, but is not wearing any underwear.
You've certainly never seen a naked man in person, but based on your anatomy books, that is definitely not a normal penis.
With a strange feeling of dizziness and no little embarrassment, you realize that even at rest, it is definitely big, with a swollen base almost as big as perfectly round testicles and such obvious purplish veins that you wonder if it is actually already hard, in its own way. Could that vibrant pink be an indicator? God, what the hell are you thinking?!
After a little dizziness your eyes fly to the closed door, you have to leave, run.
âAre you sure this is what you want?â he asks you, smiling with a hint of danger in his eyes, âDo you want to run? Run away from me? Know that this will only excite me more.â
You try to look away from his cock, with extreme difficulty, as he spoke, his cock had moved slightly, as if agreeing with the man's words. You ignore the slight jolt between your legs.
âIf I can get through the gates of your property, will you let me go?â you propose almost shyly, staring into his sly eyes.
âUm... if I let you go, you'd die from the poison, but if that's what you want...â he shrugs, making you frown. The story of the poisoned dress might be bullshit to convince you to let him fuck you, but what if it's not?
You shake your head, it's all just a bluff. This man is clearly a pervert, maybe he gets off on fucking on such nights with stranger women.
âThat's what I want.â you assure with a note of panic in your voice, the desire to escape is so urgent you can hardly think, âOpen the door.â
But the man shakes his head, âStrip and I will leave you free to roam my lands until I find you.â
âI don't-!â the words die between your lips, his singsong expression gone, giving way to a sternness that clashes with his regal features, the difference making that contrast frightening.
âI like to play, little girl ... but I don't tolerate whining, don't make me angry, because I might decide to take you now, we have a bed available right here and now,â he hisses, clenching his fist against the polished wooden backboard of the four-poster bed. The more he looks at you, the more his balls throb fiercely; he's trying to control his desire; if his cock hardens, that's the end.
You're the first woman he's seen in 60 years, finally his turn has come, and there's no way he'll let you go. Do you want to play? He'll let you, but eventually you'll give in to his desires. The scent of your sweet virgin pussy makes his wolf growl, eager to get out to meet you.
Perhaps you sense something strange, because with trembling fingers you go to unbutton the side opening of your dress, a little sorry to him, the plunging neckline raises and shapes your breasts invitingly, though the stench of the poison with which it is imbued leaves him disgusted. An idea of humans to persuade chosen women not to flee, his eyes scroll over the ancient clock hanging above the door, the hands turn and you have just four hours to go before the poison takes effect, killing you. He would be sorry to see you die without having had a chance to taste you first.
âTic-Tac, the clock is ticking, little girl... the slower you are, the more likely you are to die,â he informs you with a smile, your fear written all over his face igniting his loins; he has to restrain himself so he doesn't jump on you, and you're aware of that now, too.
Your eyes study his shoulders, they have stiffened noticeably, and with embarrassing speed you unfasten the last side button, letting the soft black fabric of your dress slip off like a veil, leaving you in your bra and panties. You start up under his eyes, which move to observe every nook and cranny of your body, from the soft breasts enclosed in the cups of the purple lace bra, going lower and lower, past the delicious curve of your hips to the tightly clasped mount of Venus covered by more purple lace. You yourself realize that for a man who wants to possess you, that kind of lingerie might make you look like a neatly wrapped gift in his eyes.
âDon't stop,â he tells you hoarsely, his eyes veiled with glowing lust.
The blood leaves your veins; if he were to take you, you would already be ready to receive him. As your fingers move to get rid of your bra as well, you realize you don't find it such a disturbing idea after all, even when you finally pull down the light fabric of your panties, showing off something no boy has ever had the honor of looking at, his nostrils flaring as if to inhale something in the air, you are aroused.
âYou'd better start running, little girl, I'm going to give you exactly twenty seconds head start,â his voice comes out as a guttural sound, making you widen your eyes and really run, when the door suddenly opens wide.
You don't even wonder what strange contraption he used to close or open the door without having to physically do it, you just know you are definitely in danger.
Every nook and cranny of the castle is an unknown, he owns it, he may know passages unknown to you; therefore, you always try to wander the corridors with no visible openings. A tense, animalistic roar makes you scream in terror, with spirited eyes you look down the stairs, you are close to the stairs to the hall, the door has not been locked, you just need more time, you can make it.
You sling yourself barefoot down, almost tumbling from your haste and throw yourself out, skipping the stone steps and then to the wild path, short of breath and fear dictating your decisions, you remember it took you a good twenty minutes to get to the castle, but walking the whole path is out of the question, it would be too obvious and easy, you necessarily have to lengthen the path and consequently put in more time to get away from that terrifying place.
With horror you realize that you don't know where Glenn and Claire might be at all, would he hurt them if he found them?
Of course he would.
You don't know the man, but you have noticed all too well the bestial aura around him; he is someone capable of harm, and he will harm you if you cannot escape him.
Your feet step on scattered branches on the ground and you whimper trying to ignore the pain, another roar - or maybe it's a howl? - rips through the air, mingling with the howls of the rushing wind, and you stifle an anguished cry.
Scratches open along your body, trees ravaged by bad weather and never tended seem to want to block your way in every way possible, and the darkness certainly doesn't help.
Like a wounded animal you limp aimlessly, not imagining the hunger of the ravenous beast that sneers at the scent of your blood.
You feel tired, sluggish at times, your peripheral vision somewhat obscured, an excruciating doubt makes its way into your mind. Could it be that the story of the poisoned dress was true?
But why sell it to you, how could the seller have known that your friends would take you to that castle on Halloween night?
You begin to stagger, a sharp twinge in your head stops you, it is so painful that you collapse on the icy, muddy ground.
You realize you are screwed in every sense of the word when a weight suddenly crushes you to the ground, you scream in terror and wide-eyed, trying to shake it off.
Jimin doesn't think twice about clasping you in his vigorous arms, burying his nose on your neck damp with cold sweat, the accelerated beat of your heart rumbling in his own chest, driving him to moan with need. He presses himself against your soft curves, basking in your feverish warmth despite the stormy, icy night.
âDon't hurt me,â you shake your head with your eyes closed, trying to fight the unusual fatigue to plead with him, "Please, I was wrong, forgive me...I won't come back here again, I swear," the boy snorts against your flustered skin.
He reluctantly lifts himself up to allow you to turn toward him, you find some strength to open your eyelids wide, being invested by his sometimes divine appearance. His eyes, no longer as black as you thought they were, are tinged with an extraordinary shade of gold, he watches you from receptive pupils as you notice the grin on his mouth, a mouth larger than you remembered. There is something strange, not human, about him now. And despite the run he must have made to keep up with you, he doesn't have the slightest hint of fatigue in his breath, he's as fucking fresh as a newly bloomed rose.
âYou're dying, little girl,â he hums, shaking some hair off your forehead, you lose a beat at the sight of long claws where once there were short, well-manicured nails.
The claw grazes your skin unhurriedly, you feel it scratch without hurting, you anxiously lick your lips closing your eyes, you are so sleepy that you even willingly accept your fate, Jimin snorts through his nose, almost laughing, before lowering himself onto your jugular.
It would be really easy for him to sink his canines into your flesh and bite your throat to rip it out, but fortunately for you he is not a vampire. All he wants is to sink his cock into your pussy and make you cum repeatedly, but if you died it would be hard to put his plan into action. He wants you alive and receptive.
He licks a long streak of saliva onto your delicate neck, heedless of the dirt that has stuck to your skin, before gently biting you. Your reaction is immediate, you start sobbing like a puppy at the feel of his fangs penetrating your flesh, you cling to his shoulders trying to move him weakly from you, and you kick awkwardly with your legs, legs that are locked in a vice grip by his. That way it is easy to feel something hard and heavy pressing against your belly, you try not to think about it as the man seems inebriated by the taste of your blood flowing straight down his throat.
The bitter taste of the poison is revolting, but fortunately your blood has such sweet notes that it counterbalances that horrendous taste in a balanced way, here, now he just has to lick your wound thoroughly. He collects the last rivulets of your blood with his tongue, before dripping his saliva into the tiny holes created by his sharp canines, little holes that begin to close with light smoke, cauterizing the wound and partly removing the poison toxins from your blood.
With no longer a grip on your throat, your head falls limply back to the ground, you gasp trying to fight off the shock of such an experience.
âMpf!â his tongue invades your mouth treacherously, the taste of your blood making you squeal on his lips, so unfairly soft and pleasant to the touch. The hot and unusually long muscle pushes into your oral cavity eagerly, saving your life has as if awakened the more primal side of Jimin, one of the seven lords who unleashed hell in Howl's town. And the mating ritual has begun, but you cannot know this.
You break free by gasping for air, âW-why?â you stutter breathlessly, âYou don't even know me!â you cry as you drive your nails into his forearms, triggering in return a reaction of possession in him, prompting him to grab your thighs and lift them onto his shoulders to your profound horror, he is so wild as he spreads your legs wide open to sink his face in between them that you can't utter a single breath.
As he runs his tongue along your pulsing, hot folds, Jimin realizes with nastiness that during your escape you got wet for him, he had smelled your arousal as he pursued you, on some people the quickened heartbeat has that effect, but the sweet and slightly salty taste of your juices are now a definitive proof for him. And you can't deny it, you love how he teases you by slowly sliding around your swollen clit, plays with it by holding it between his lips and then releasing it after sucking hard, almost biting it. He tortures it by pricking it quickly with the tip of his tongue and then returns to lapping your thick juices from the soft slit, which seems to melt every time that devilish tongue penetrates it, managing to lick and stimulate walls that a normal tongue could never reach.
You shyly move your pelvis against his face, your thighs stained with your arousal tremble against his cheeks, and a terrible heat makes you pant desperately. The man abandons your slit to push himself again against your unbearably sensitive folds, they are so moist that you can hear the noise they make every time that cursed tongue stimulates them to push a few millimeters toward your clitoris, never reaching to touch it.
âGod!â you curse, suddenly reaching out an arm to grab his hair, not recognizing yourself when you desperately push him against your pussy, longing for the pleasure he was spoiling you with at first.
His arousal makes him grunt like a wounded animal as he sinks into your core with languid, sensual movements, rewraps your desperate clit with his lips and tongue before continuing with more direct, zigzagging movements, crushing it at times with the flat part of his tongue and then flicking it with the tip soon after. He would never stop kissing and licking you like that, his tensed cock vibrating each time he eats you up a little more, delightedly swallowing your juices, enjoying retrieving them each time they flow between your wide-open, rosy thighs. A clearer, liquid substance squirts slightly out of your slit, causing you to shake around his head, you clench your lower lip between your teeth with tears sliding down your flushed cheeks, you are instigating Jimin to pleasurably hurt you, and the funniest thing is that you don't even notice.
Finishing licking some of that shiny, transparent substance from your inner thigh, the boy moves up your body, biting slowly at the flesh of your belly and then higher and higher to the softness of your breasts, titillating a turgid nipple before pulling it between his lips.
âW-What are you doing to me?â you gasp, wishing he would never stop adoring and cuddling your body, why? Just moments before you were running from his clutches, why are you lifting your pelvis now, inviting him to take you as if you've been waiting for this all your life?
âAre you just...â he murmurs, before kissing your chin with his devilish lips, "Responding to your desire" he kisses your mouth again, an electric sensation forcing you to comply, chasing his tongue with yours, collapsing to the spicy taste that is now all over his mouth, your taste.
With half-closed eyes you realize that the dark lines of ink are moving, taking the shape of a wolf watching you, you have no way to comprehend the unsettling sensation that invades you. The man, with one hand pressed against your bare back, forces you to turn away without you having any say in the matter, you find yourself with your face to the ground and the wind blowing down your back, shivering under his fiery, golden eyes, your legs trembling from the effort to keep you on your hands and knees, fighting the sweet pain pulsing in your naked pussy.
âNow hold still, little girl,â he murmurs in your ear in a husky voice, sensuously pumping his cock with one hand, swollen veins pushing against his palm, which squeezes along the entire shaft to the base, then back to the thick tip from which he is already dripping his thick cum, "I need to get all the venom out of your pretty little body, am I right?" he sneers, positioning himself at your entrance.
You open your eyes wide, panic stifled by arousal, but it's still there nonetheless, clenching your fingers between the grass and damp earth, rubbing your knees against pebbles that make you moan in pain. The length of his cock begins to push against your slit, forcing it open for him, a choked cry leaves your throat, feeling your walls that, despite their wetness, struggle to let him in.
âYou're still so tight,â hisses the man unfamiliar to you, "I must spoil you some more, huh?" he chuckles, sliding his hand between your legs, using his index finger to stimulate your throbbing bud, you gasp arching your back and raising your buttocks toward the man, who takes the opportunity to plunge his cock another inch into your entrance, which throbs and squeezes him rhythmically, almost making him lose control of the situation.
The sensation of the claw grazing your folds each time he presses and massages your swollen clitoris brings you almost to the edge, you feel a wild sexual desire, something you never experienced even during your teenage years, a crucial period of sexual development.
âGo ahead, please!â you exclaim breathlessly, pressing your forehead against the ground, every single millimeter that moves inside you without really penetrating you is like torture, your index finger moving languidly, and you're going fucking crazy.
âAre you really begging?â he teases you, you grit your teeth until it hurts, but finally you give in.
âPlease... fill me, take me!â
âDo you want it?â he asks again, pulling the tip almost completely out, the only part he had managed to get in, you clench your legs desperately trying to recover what your intimacy has lost.
âYes! I want it! I want your cock, I want it to fill me all the way, and I want it now!â you growl with an anger that burns under your skin, looking at him from behind, his face is an emotionless mask, but his eyes...oh, those never lie, you read the fire of desire in them, he's suffering that anticipation as much as you are. Bastard.
âYou begged for it so well, little girl... I'll just have to satisfy you,â the cavernous tone clashes with his appearance, but it anticipates what happens next and leaves you breathless, abandoning your contracted clitoris he grips your hips tightly, almost penetrating your delicate flesh with his claws, pushing himself into you with a vigorous thrust, instantly breaking the thin membrane at your entrance, effortlessly. The burning that follows makes your eyes water, your body instinctively trying to escape the man's savage assault, suddenly realizing that you have lost your virginity that way, out in the open, sweaty and dirty, just like an animal.
The man on top of you hisses and makes strange deep sounds, inebriated by the sensation of his throbbing cock finally and completely squeezed between your trembling walls, trying to adjust to the abnormal size. You gasp whimpering, moving your pelvis trying to disentangle yourself from the overgrip, his claws are hurting you, but he doesn't seem to want to let go, not now that he is buried so deep.
With a grunt he thrusts out slightly, watching as your pussy instinctively clings to him, as your thick juices and virginal blood wet his entire length, lubricating him. Leaning toward you, he lets a long trickle of saliva fall back between your buttocks, slipping between them reaches the point where you are joined. He thrusts back into you forcefully, striking deeper and deeper, and you feel every detail of his cock penetrating you and thrusting higher and higher, touching points so delicate and sensitive that you howl meekly, like a she-wolf offering her whole self to her mate, the pain has been replaced by the need to be possessed, you move against his pubes with urgency, the thread of pleasure is getting thinner and thinner, you feel incredibly wet, practically soaked, and the sounds of your union are so obscene that you are shamefully aroused. Your walls flutter drunkenly with pleasure, at one point with the thick, red tip he manages to hit the entrance to your cervix with precision, you stiffen whimpering breathlessly, and Jimin collapses on top of you, continuing to move his hips tirelessly and with spellbinding sinuosity.
You take it so well that it is impossible for him not to want to have you again and again, throwing back his head to be hit by the moonlight that increases his desire, his pupils widen and he feels his testicles clench with urgency as the base of his cock swells, making him shake all over. Without a second thought, he begins to enter you with deeper and longer thrusts so that his whole cock sinks into you without any more constriction, he hears you panting and crying and this only causes him joy, you are completely abandoned to him and your sensations.
You're about to come, you're not so ignorant that you don't know what's happening to your body, you've even heard of intense orgasms, but this... god, this is going to be devastating, you know very well. It's nothing like the ones you had with masturbation, this one is deeper, snaking through your lower belly and you feel it in your uterus. You stiffen all over, trying to block the erection that keeps pinning you down between hard, sensual thrusts, every time it touches your cervix you risk going crazy.
âDon't stop me, little girl... It's here, isn't it?â he gasps at you, slamming into you once more, high up between the entrance of your uterus and another sensitive area that makes your clitoris and walls tear with intense pleasure, your toes curl and you can't help but nod desperately, "Alright, love," he replies without even realizing it, kissing your bare, sweaty shoulder, his knot is almost complete, but he wants you to come before he gives you his cum.
He teases a sensitive, turgid nipple with the tip of a claw as he reaches the point of your union, massaging your folds to help you come, though with a hint of naughtiness he doesn't dare touch your clitoris, he wants you to orgasm on your own, knowing that the intensity then will be greater and you will collapse weak and distraught in his arms.
âOh, fuck-!â you widen your eyes, being hit by a pressing and beautiful sensation of jouissance, sucking him furiously into you amid tremors and searing waves of pleasure, the same clear liquid as before leaks from your slit, this time in a greater quantity, causing Jimin to grunt as he is run over by your jet, slamming into you almost brutally, streams of his cum fiercely fill your core, as if to mark you for life, and finally his knot swells completely, locking him inside you.
Although immobilized, he cannot stop coming, his testicles quivering violently, and only one thing could quell his aching desire. With his eyes now almost completely encompassed by the black pupil, he pushes your hair away from your neck, exposing your previously tortured skin.
âWhy does this go on?â you ask feverishly, confused by the enormous weight widening your walls and locking his big cock into you.
âSsshâ he rubs the tip of his nose against you, making you shudder, "Just wait a little longer" his words are followed by an excruciating twinge, his grown canines penetrating like blades into your skin and sinking into your flesh amidst your shocked and submissive screams, your body surrendering to his force, instinctively submitting and waiting for him to finish marking.
Jimin loves blood, your blood, it pleasantly bathes his tongue with its density and sweetness, he moans with need as he loses himself in your scent, instinct commands him to move his hips once more, even though you are both locked together, with a weak moan you take in the last strings of his cum, resting possessively in your belly, you feel heavy and unbearably full, but at least he seems to be finished, you feel him relax as he once again licks the holes left by his teeth, healing them. He looks like a wolf cleaning up after his mate after mating.
âWhat are you?â you ask wearily, by now surrendering to the idea that the man cannot be a mere human, that probably everything he has told you, from the poison-soaked dress to the deal with the town, is real.
âJiminâ you hear him grunt at such a low frequency that if you hadn't been alone, you probably wouldn't have heard him. You snort weakly.
âI asked you what you are, not your name,â you murmur, the strange, heavy weight preventing you from moving, hissing as Jimin moves awkwardly between your legs, putting you in a more comfortable situation, letting you rest against his chest lethargically, occasionally kissing the back of your neck and licking your neck, or behind your ear.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't like all that attention; you feel a delicious bite around your heart as you cling to his embrace, protected from the evening chill.
You don't know exactly how long you spend like this, maybe forty minutes, maybe an hour, the fact is that finally that thing between your legs seems to melt away, making you sigh almost strangely.
Jimin gently untangles himself from you, leaving your warm shelter slowly and with a feeling of emptiness that stuns you, your legs finally relax and you try to move them to regain some mobility, you feel his cum pushing to come out and two of his fingers enter you, plugging your entrance. No claws, you notice as he slowly turns you around.
You hiss at the burning, your knees are completely ruined, but Jimin begins to sprinkle them with kisses and saliva, the man is back between your thighs again, you can see his long, wild hair shining as he licks and sucks your skin from time to time, all the way to his fingers, he moves them slowly inside you and you twitch involuntarily, closing your eyes at the warmth of his tongue licking a thick streak of cum and juices dripping roughly from you, pushing it down to your hypersensitive clitoris and you moaning in pain.
âDon't do it,â you gasp, closing your legs tightly, but he doesn't give up, grabbing your chin between two fingers and forcing your mouth wide open, your heart faltering with a strange emotion, you let him spit all his creamy load into your mouth, running along your tongue with a surprised cry.
âSwallow,â he orders with a gleam of interest in his eyes.
You do as he tells you, wanting to please him in every way possible, accepting him back into your mouth for a slow, intimate kiss. It is also dominant and sweet, intense.
âI'm Jimin, a werewolf and also one of the masters of the castle,â he explains pushing you against his bare chest, you hug him back as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be there, clasped to him on a bed of dry leaves, "You are my mate, it's no accident that you were chosen ... being a virgin at your age is unusual for humans, but not for us wolves, you waited for me," he emphasizes with fire in his eyes.
âBut ... my friends?â you can't help but ask, which makes him chuckle.
âMy people have learned to be among humans, they recognized you by scent and led you to me at the right time, they are fine,â he informs you with a caress, âIn fact, you should worry about yourself,â he says with a note of reproach.
âH-How?â fear advances again.
âI've waited too many years for your birth, little girl... it's time to repay the wait,â he hums as something hot and hard returns against your belly.
âJimin, wai-!â too late, the tip of his cock captures your entrance again, this time with more ease and the next thrust has you writhing against him with tears in your eyes, âOh, shit!â
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Soft yandere Miguel OâHara
cw: noncon, breeding, kidnapping, m masturbation, biting, SPOILERS. Headcanons and drabble. 1.4k words.
Mean dom Miguel is so hot, but I find that soft yan Miguel has so much overlap with canon.
This man still does all the sick and deplorable things a villain does, but in a way that's strangely tender.
I mean, you simultaneously have to be a sweet man and a stone-cold motherfucker to step in the shoes of your dead counterpart and con his family into thinking everything is fine. Like, he (eventually) fucked a dead man's wife, adopted his child, and seamlessly integrated into his shoes.
While certainly calloused, it also reveals a profound desperation for love and a willingness to do anything for it.
Enter you: a Spider from a random dimension that got caught up in an anomaly's destruction. Maybe your world was destroyed or it's emotionally difficult for you to return, so you end up spending a lot of time at HQ.
Miguel doesn't notice you for a while. There's hundreds of Spiders milling about the base, so it's only until you befriend Peter B and his baby that you get acquainted.
You draw him in without trying, no matter the walls that Miguel puts up. He needs to focusâeveryone's very existence is at stake, dammit,âbut by month five, you're the only thing he can think about.
His advances start off slow, bogged down by his own exasperation at himself. You're ordered to give in-person de-briefs in Miguel's office and get invited to lunch with him and Peter B, giving you the impression of an upcoming promotion. Miguel is as poised as ever, not letting a single stray emotion color his expression, and talks to you in an aloof, polite manner.
However uninterested he might seem, his insides tighten and flutter at your growing friendship. Every time you smile or secretly share a bemused look, he sinks deeper and deeper in his desire to have you.
Proximity-wise, Miguel vacillates between sitting next to you, close enough for your elbows to brush, and standing 30 feet away on his podium for the next week.
His involuntary, physical reactions startle him, and it becomes another contention he internally wars about. The second he thinks it's harmless to brush against you, it divulges into grabbingâcuppingâpinningâfuckingâruining.
God, he fucking loathes the powerless feeling you inflict on him, but he doesn't have the strength to put an end to your friendship. He furiously jerks off after every meeting, biting into his hand to punish himself as he comes to the thought of you swollen with his child.
He thinks of all the deplorable ways to make you pay for causing these feelings, but he ultimately knows the blame lies within him. You see him as a boss and friend, nothing more. You would never intentionally drag him down to this state, so he bottles up all these feelings for your protection.
It takes a particularly bad mission for his control to break.
Whatever reservations he had about locking you in his bedroom evaporate when he sees you covered in blood and rubble. Protecting you from himself was one thing, but the thousands of universes?
You didn't realize what happened until you woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, weary from pain medication.
He takes your fear, anger, and tears in stride.
While he can't shake his bitchy personality, his annoyance always fizzles out to mumbles and sighs. For months, he takes your verbal abuse and outbursts with resigned acceptance. Miguel didn't always like what he had to do, but he would commit any atrocity if it meant keeping you at his side.
He moves some of his work at home to spend more time with you, just content to occupy the same room while you adjusted to your new situation.
Your shared apartment is quiet most days, save for sporadic outbursts of rage from you, and Miguel daydreams about having a few little kids running around to fill the void.
He stares at you most evenings, watching you curled up on the couch pointedly ignoring him. Miguel thinks you wouldn't be so belligerent if you needed him for something, if you craved his presence and help in some way.
Miguel's mind always drifts back to his favorite fantasies on nights like these: you nine months pregnant and too big for anything other than his shirts. His eyes drift down to your stomach, to the place where you could make his dreams come true.
Patience is something Miguel prides himself on, which is why he puts up with the loneliness for nearly a year after bringing you home. You were given ample time to warm up to him and he's been nothing but kind. Every broken plate and spoiled food, every scratch across his face, every insultâhe let you have your way in hopes that you'll eventually recognize him as your lover.
But no. You complained and struggled every step of the way.
Miguel could never hurt you, but he realized that more permanent and assertive measures had to be taken to make you see that you need and love him as much as he does you.
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When he finally takes you, there's hardly any space between your bodies. There are months of touch starvation to make up for and Miguel is compensating all at once.
His entire 6'9" stature pins you to his bed, locking you between arms as large as your thighs. Miguel is the only thing you see or feel, as his hands caress every dip and curve of your body and his cock grinds against your slit.
With your legs helplessly hiked up around his waist and one of his hands pinning your wrists above your head, he makes love to you with a slow burning intensity.
Your fear and disgust are palpable, but between his sweet voice in your ear and his fingers somehow knowing the rhythm and speed to play with your clit, you're more wet than you've ever been.
"Shh, shh, mi cornazĂłn. I have you." Miguel kisses your jaw, his cock rocking in and out of your aching heat with an agonizingly slow pace. "Just breathe steadily and let me take care of you."
He's too big inside of you, and your grunts of pain make him linger in place to help you adjust. When his stride picks up and the wet sounds of sex fill the bedroom, disgust roils in your stomach. Yet fuck, fuck, fuck, your body temperature rises with each stroke.
Miguel kisses you deeply, using his free hand to hold your head in place. He says, "It's time. I've been so patient. Be brave for me and take our baby."
He swallows your horrified pleading with another scorching kiss.
Your pussy clenches around his dick and your breath catches in your throat. Miguel hugs you tighter, his nose pressed into your hair as he angles himself just right. When the first waves of your orgasm make your head dip back, the sharp edge of fangs scratch your neck.
You barely register his mantra of, "Te amo," when his jaw clamps down on your shoulder. Blood spurts from between his teeth, and you cry out in confused pain as your orgasm shakes your body.
Miguel moans into your flesh seconds later, pumping his cum deep inside you. His thrusting is uncoordinated and rough, too blinded by pleasure to notice how powerful his pounding is. The mattress springs whine beneath you two, and you can only cry from the overwhelming treatment.
He milks every last drop of cum into your cunt before he begins to slow. Both of you gasp for breath, your chests heaving against one another's as sweat cools on your hot skin.
He keeps you plugged up for a while longer to give the conception time. His bloodied lips drag across the wound on your shoulder, peppering you with kisses as he trails red along your neck.
A sob shutters in your chest as Miguel runs a palm along your stomach.
"You'll understand soon. I promise. This will be the best thing that's ever happened to us."
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how your future spouse will act around you
left to right(top)-> 1,2
left to right(bottom)-> 3,4
°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.
°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).
PILE 1-
i definitely see them being more them around you, like they are going to be so comfortable around you that how they act around you differs from when they are around other people. I see them literally having no restrictions around you, they will not be afraid to show their true personality and humour. i feel like this will be so important to them because they might have been judged with the way that they acted or were judged by just being themselves by previous relationships or friendships, for you, they are thankful and can actually live freely.
They will definitely also learn so many things from you, for example i see you telling them something and them not understanding so they will bring that up because they want to know what you know. or they cannot stand not knowing what you mean because they fully want to understand you. yeah, they will love to get to know you on a deeper soulmate kinda way. they will love experiencing new surprises from you by simply learning new things about you, that will excite them.
i see them being the type of person who ask 'have you eaten yet?' or 'have you taken your vitamins today?'. your health will matter so much to them, seeing you unwell will physically hurt them. if you answer no to any of the questions they will automatically act upon them. they do care about your well-being however they might not be so cutesy about it because for them it is a serious matter. so they might act very serious about situations like that. but that's only because they care so much about you.
i feel like their character will develop while being with you. i feel like they might pick up on some habits or characteristics that you have. for example, if your habit consists of biting your bottom lip when nervous, they will acknowledge that and start to do that too.
your fs will NOT be afraid to express their raw feelings towards you. they will constantly praise and compliment you so much that you might get tired from hearing it lollđ.
that is it for you PILE 1, hope you enjoyed that!!
PILE 2-
oh, they will be chaotic around you. they might tend to play fights, picking you up from the ground, teasing you etcc. however, i do think that playing around like that heals their inner child as such. they might also do questionable things that may shock you. like i see you two chilling and watching a movie and them randomly standing up and doing their skincare without mentioning anything.
they will constantly want to do everything with you, like their mindset is something like, if i have to see it you have to too, or if you go i want to go too. its mostly because they cant seem to imagine themselves being 5 minutes away from you đ. no but for real, i honestly just feel like they find your time together precious and don't want to miss opportunities with you. they will be the type to take you on daily trips everywhere, like i mentioned before, they will love to spend time with you, especially while discovering new cute places.
i feel like same with pile 1, they will worry a lot about your health and constantly have to check up on you. like if sometimes you forget to eat breakfast or if they see a bruise that you didn't even know was there, they will freak out about it and will act like something major happened.
i see them being very honest around you, they will answer to your questions honestly and truthfully and i feel like if there are lies withing a relationship it is not sincere. i do see them being clingy though, like if they had a bad day and came back home they instantly hug and cuddle you to make them feel better. or if you are cleaning up they just come up to you and start hugging you.
that's everything for you PILE 2, hope you liked your reading!
PILE 3-
will have a stable view and way of doing things around you. will be humble and professional. i feel like they will be a very down to earth person who is quite traditional in terms of relationships. they are very loyal to your needs however, they may have a little routine that they do every morning or any other time of the day, for example may take out the trash in the early morning so you wont have to and let you sleep in or something like that. i feel like silent acts of service are their thing. they might not like to be in the spotlight and keep a rather low profile wherever they are.
might be quite nosey lol, may want to know what you are doing at what time. or may want to know what you are looking at on your phone and so on.
may express their love to you often, like you make them levitate when they look at you. but may be shy about it. like they'll only do it when they cant keep it in anymore then blush after they say itđ„č. they are someone who would proudly admire you and talk sweetly about you to other people rather than directly to you.
may like to spoil you though, may take you out to dinner every week or book to go to a fancy restaurant once in a while. or whenever you show them something that you like, they remember and buy you the exact same thing without asking you about it. i feel like they would definitely tend to show their love for you by doing things for you rather than talking about it and so forth.
they might be afraid to disappoint you and are afraid to fail. but they are very good at easing tension, so whenever you feel stressed they know how to make you feel better.
yeah, i don't think they are good at communicating or may limit themselves due to the fear of letting you down. however, they might not take it lightly when you expose them on what they did wrong, they might not be into being tutored.
that is all for you PILE 3!!
PILE 4-
they tend to avoid direct confrontation. they definitely do not like conflict and will leave the situation if it gets heated. also, are very open to fix mistakes, they may ask about your opinion quite a lot and act upon your choices.
are very open to sharing their emotions and thoughts, they are not patient and may just say things that are on their mind. they may be an anxious human being and may seek help. they may like to talk about their mental health and ask your opinion of what to do about it to help. overall i think your opinion matters a lot to your fs!
they love sharing their ethic and moral beliefs to you. or they may be interested in getting to know about your beliefs. they also may be interested of your cultural background and may be eager to learn new languages and try different cultural foods. they may even like to listen to songs from other countries. they may also love to practise their traditions around you.
they may have difficulty concentrating and focusing so when they are told something they may be spaced out thinking about something else, you know?
they may also be the type of person who rejects offers easily, they may have social anxiety or anxiety in general so it may be difficult for them to leave the house. so that may start arguments between you two because you see the potential in them but they are just too afraid to persuade it and don't do anything about it.
that's it for you PILE 4!
I hope you all enjoyed this postâŁïž please don't be shy to interact and share some of your thoughts on this post!!! thank you for readingđ
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HIS MONT BLANK hoshina soshiro x f! reader. bite kink
â requested by: @omeowie - hello, I love your Hoshina x Reader fanfics a lot đ I love your writing style, how you build readerâs characteristics and situations so can I request a Hoshina Soshiro x Reader fic for the mini event. NSFW please đ„č With bite kink and dirty talk if youâre comfortable with it. I would love to see a possessive or yandere Hoshina. But honestly, I would enjoy any Hoshina x Reader work from you. I wish you all the best and I will waiting for every of your fic. Thank you so much. đđ âtw: mdni. explicit smut. bite kink. some dirty talking here and there. nipple play and raw vag sex in a tent. Kafka x Mina mentioned, sorry not sorry, I just want those two to fuck already. âwc: 2.1K // event masterlist // tagging some of you cause I know you want this man: @aries-m0rningstar @shaderynshidou @stargirlstabber @loyard176
You are probably wondering why squad 3 ended up on a camping trip to the Shiraiwa Falls, a scenic nature location one hour from the Tachikawa base. I have no idea, but what I do know is what happened that not very warm summer night...
Everybody seems to be in good spirit; Kaiju arenât at all a problem during this night. The JAKDF vans rest at the very end of the road next to the Ooba Camp Village, and the tents have been properly set up. A very taken care of a bonfire also have been set, yet everybody is happy Ichikawa have brought with him many blankets for extra warmth. The humid nature of the place, and the âTsuyuâ or rain season made the nights of Hinode a little colder than the rest of the day.
Some of the guys, who -as always- have exceeded themselves during the day by climbing and acting like little animals playing here and there in the nature, are already showing signs of being tired. And even others are already dragging their bodies to the tents.
âYou look coldâ Hoshina fukutaicho says, as he comes closer to you. âA little bitâŠâ you answer back, a little nervous. For some reason you canât conceive the idea of a laid-back interaction with him when the rest of the squadâs around. âCome a little closer, I wonât bite youâŠâ he whispers, smiling sweetly.
-oh, Soshiro Hoshina, you shouldnât lie-
He covers you with the same blanket he is wearing, a proximity that some may or may not see a little bit too much for comrades. A proximity even to you seems too much.
However, nobody is really paying much attention; what everybody seems to be watching at is Kafka and Mina having a very private chat a few meters from the rest. Everybody knows, by any means, that such interaction should not be interrupted. Especially, when you discover Ashiro Taichou is capable of laughing being so close to Kafka.
âmhhhâŠâ Soshiro hums, with a naughty smile. âdonât- bother themâ Kikoru immediately intervenes. âIndeed, Shinomiya-chan ~â he sings; and with his usual two fingers up in the air he commands that it is time for everybody to go to sleep.
You beam, sweetly. Everybody knows, and at the same time they donât. It doesnât matter where that conversation will lead them, but everybody wants Mina and Kafka to laugh and enjoy their night.
âWhich tent are you sleeping in?â Soshiro asks, once you stand up to follow everybody else to the tents.
âI was paired with Captain Mina, so that oneâ you answer, confused as why he is actually asking that.
âGood, then you are sleeping in mine. I paired myself with Kafka but given the fact that they might want a free tent -and if they donât I will make them use one- this must be doneâ Soshiro decrees.
You might wanted to differ, but can you say no to him?
Soon, and after the rest couldnât notice, you are finally inside the vice-captain tent. You find yourself sitting right on what it could have been Kafkaâs sleeping bag, covered still with the blanket Soshiro shared with you. The scent of his manly perfume invades your nose, brain and mind. And your eyes, get full of the image of him taking his jacket off.
Soshiro wearing shorts is a whole new look you arenât used to; but the compression shirt always stays on. He knows how good it looks on him, and he will explode such tempting imagery to his own benefit.
âLooking something  delicious, (Name)-san?â he asks, playful and naughty. âYou ~â you murmur, covering your mouth with the blanket.
Soshiro crawls towards you; the tent isnât big, so there isnât room for much. His skilful hands pull from your blanket; he wants to see your body, too.
âYou might have to excuse me, but you are the delicious one here my sweet little whoreâ he whispers, kneeled just in front of you ready to attack your lips.
Before you could say something, he turns off the little lamp. Soshiro is well aware of how shadows can casts on a tent specially if its dark enough on the outside.
A subtle light that comes from the silver moon, filters through the fabric of the Izumo tecs tent. Itâs enough; you donât really need the light to see each otherâs bodies. Hands all over can travel through the mounts and valleys of your anatomies; lips all over too. Teeth can carve flesh, and tongue taste the taste of lust and needs.
âYou smell so sweet, (Name). Did you use this perfume to make me fuck you, my dolce little whore? You want me to bite all over your tits?â he murmurs, inhaling the scent from the small of your neck. Those words hit you hard, your core gets more wet than before.
As if you were a honeyed Mont Blanc, Soshiroâs mouth begins to water. His hand land on your mandible, grabbing your chin with his palm, letting his thumb dive into your mouth and using enough force to move your head to the side.
With your neck exposed, now, he is able to take of bite of your dessert skin. The prominence of his fangs have always been a problem, or maybe just a blessing. Sharp, honed. Enough pressure can tear, rend the flesh. Just as his blades, so precise and deadlyâŠ
âDid I say I wouldnât bite you? I will, actuallyâ he smirks. You canât see, but you can feel his lips curling up like a devil ready to be as mischievous as he pleases.
Because you allow it. Because you want it to. Because he says so, too.
The first bite came soft, the second one a little harder. The thumb inside your mouth, dampened in saliva, travels from the commissure of your lips towards your neck and chest.
There, where the zipper of your sports shirt is, his fingers reach. Soshiro lowers it, allowing your breasts to pop just like he likes it. Pointy nose buries just in the valley of your collarbones, going down, inhaling more and more of your sweet perfume.
âUgh⊠I canât stop myself. I just want to leave bruises all over this beautiful needy skin of yoursâ he grunts, getting his fangs ready to bite yet again. This time, with your hips already straddled on his lap. His hardness pushing strong against your core, so much that even the sport shorts feel tight on him.
Every bite makes you flinch; you react with little spasms. He never bites in order, if there is even an order to devour someone. Almost like a cannibal, he keeps bruising your delicate skin, with a painful and yet so delicious sensation. Soshiro could spend the rest of the night just like this, and you will be thankful even if he dared to drew blood out of you.
Down, down to your nipples he goes. Soshiro immediately covers your mouth with his palm, because he knows those little sweet whimpers must only be heard by him, and him only.
Nibbling on your right one, you shudder. Harder, Hoshina fukutaicho.
The tip of his left fang seems to pierce your extra sensitive tissue, enough to trigger a desperate need for your core to graze against his erection.
âMy needy little Mont Blanc, come on move on top of my dick, pleasure yourself go aheadâ he scoffs. Soshiro encourages you to move on top of him, to hump on him, with his palm squeezing your ass cheeks and pushing you towards him.
Your hands land on his shoulders; oh, the strong, well-trained shoulders of a blade specialist. Your nails, that imitate his teeth, carve marks into the very beginning of his shoulder blades as the biting on your breasts turn more and more violent.
And Soshiro wants more. You definitely want it too. Thus, slowly, but surely your back finally hits the not so comfy surface of the sleeping bag.
His hands land on each side of your head, pinned in missionary position by your hungry superior and lover. A trail of saliva on the commissure of his mouth shines with the weak moonlight passing through the zipper of the tent. The same goes for your upper body; you are trembling, feeling as the wet spots where his teeth have been get colder with a soft breeze.
Your shaky hands reach for the lower hem of his shirt; as much as you may love that compression piece of clothing, you love his pale skin the most.
âTake it offâŠâ you murmur, perhaps pleading for mercy because you are sure this is just the start of this manâs sharp torture.
He smiles, devilishly; the fangs that sometimes are too cute to handle, now show how dangerous they could really be.
Soshiro takes off his shirt, then, looking like the star of a men strip club. Or maybe it is just that his tiny waist seems to be deadly dancing every time he moves.
You swallow, snaking your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. He gasps, Soshiro is very used to lead the way, not the other way around. However, he is absolutely lost in need to think much further.
Your eyes interlock; fixed into each other, hungry, desperate. Maybe in another time there will be more time for more foreplay, but not tonight.
You didnât even notice when it happened, but your pants were off as fast as he can subjugate a Kaiju. His, pulled down by your toe hooked into the hem of his shorts, tangle around his strong hips.
âItâs gonna be raw, babeâ he lets you know, half panting, half serious. âI knowâ you confess, you donât want it any other way despite the risks.
Soshiro takes a big gasp of air, you are being the death of him. First, your sweet perfume, then your sweet taste and now your desperation for his sex. He then proceeds to lift your left leg up to his waist; he wants to go deeper the mere moment he is inside of you.
âSpread it like thisâ he murmurs, biting your knee from the side. Soshi positions himself a little to the side, in a delicious way to enter, pumping his throbbing shaft just a little to coat it entirely with the sprouting precum oozing from his tip.
You, on the other side, swear that the poor sleeping bag is already wet from your honeys. And you are not wrong, but things are about to get even more damp.
Slowly, because he can be fast and deadly, but also painfully unrushed, the tip barely lets your folds to engulf it. Your toes curl, it feels like rapture, like total ecstasy. Warmth against warmth, sliding so easily inside, stretching walls just perfectly slow.
The broad shoulders of Soshiro seem to become larger, his frame bigger. You can only imagine the look from his back, with every muscle moving, every defined line leading to the small of his back.
His abs arenât the exception, either. The way his perfectly sculped stomach moves to the rhythm of his still superficial short thrusts might be enough to make you come. What a beautiful blade warrior he is.
âMoreâŠâ âMore? Arenât you a little desperate bitch of mine?â
Soshiro goes deeper. Deeper than before. His hand lands on your mouth again, your moan stopped, your heart about to jump from your chest.
The rhythm increases. His hips go in and out faster with every impaling motion, and his teeth grip from the bridge of your foot. Even there, he is willing to leave his marks. Even from there, he wanna taste.
And yet, even on the verge of climax, it is not enough for him. Not deep enough⊠Your shin ends up on his shoulder, a position you werenât exactly sure your body was capable to be put on.
He lets his body weight fall on top of you, and you can feel how his hardness might be drilling a hole into your insides. This time it is his mouth the one to mutter your orgasmic whines, inhaling the way you barely pronounce a <fuck> mixed with his name.
And now, he goes full throttle. Ah, Soshiro Hoshina, Vice-captain, fast and precise, deadly and wild⊠Slaps that some might have chosen to ignore during the night, were created with feverish skin against skin. Moans and grunts were engulfed by needy drooling mouths. Climaxes were reached, on and on and onâŠ
Next morning, campingâs womenâs bathroom house.
â(Name) what are those marks on your skin?â âUh⊠mosquito bitesâŠâ âOh, Captain Ashiro also has them all over her skin! You two forgot to use bug spray last night?!â âHow about we stop asking so many questionsâŠâ
âŠ.
Next morning, campingâs menâs bathroom house.
âSeems mosquitoes were pretty annoying last night⊠right, Hoshina fukutaichou? Hibino Kafka?â âbwahahaha, they call you bug Hibino Kafka!â đ âThey are laughing at you too, fukutaicho!!â  -.-
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obsessed with the idea of satoru flustering suguru by accident all the time.
it happens more than the dark haired man would like to admit. he feels a bit embarrassed whenever satoru manages to get such a reaction out of him â he's used to being the one conjuring the prettiest blushes on satoru's cheeks but now he's the one that has to turn his face away in order to hide the growing tint splayed across his cheekbones.
and it happens because of the smallest things too! satoru isn't even doing anything crazy â suguru's hair was in his face, so the blue eyed prince just casually bruhed it away behind his ear. like a good friend! nothing special. satoru didn't even blink an eye at that, he did it so casually â didn't even stop rambling about the new manga he's been reading.
suguru is starting to hate his own eyelashes, too. that's supposed to be his move! to take it from satoru's cheek and make him blow it away with a smug little smile. so why is his heart racing when satoru does the same thing to him? suguru can't even tell what would be worse â satoru being cocky about it or him being completely oblivious to the way suguru breath hitches when satoru's slender fingers graze against his cheek. maybe he does wish he'd be more smug about it... that way suguru would be able to tell whether he's messing around or not. he hates feeling like this. like satoru has the upper hand.
(satoru isn't even aware that he has the said 'upper hand'.)
suguru also has a hard time when satoru is staying over. which happens a lot. satoru is touchy, he always has been and suguru has never had anything against that â hell, he's like that too! but now that he's been... feeling things - it's getting more and more difficult to focus on anything else whenever satoru's touching him. a lanky arm around his shoulder, a white mop of hair on his lap. a taller body pressing up against his back. thighs brushing against each other. hands touching. by accident, by accident, by accident. it doesn't mean anything â they're just friends!
(right?)
satoru even borrows his clothes. and suguru thinks he's about to faint every time he sees him in them. skin still damp from the shower, happy trail peeking from under the hem of the shirt (it's a bit short on satoru. he doesn't mind though.), sweats hanging low on his waist â satoru ruffles his wet hair as he walks into the kitchen and suguru can't help but stare at the way his muscles contract with every move he makes.
"no wonder you always smell so good, sugu! i was really thinking about eating the shampoo, heh."
this is ridiculous!!!!!!!!!!!!! his heart is doing the thing again.
wiping a hand over his face, suguru tries to drown out the butterflies in the pits of his stomach. he takes a sip of his coffee while satoru takes a seat across him and oh, no it just keeps getting worse. of course, suguru already made him his sweet little drink aswell and he now has to suffer through the scene of watching his pretty, glossy lips curling around the edge of the mug; his eyes close ever so dreamily as he tastes suguru's love and he let's out the most beautiful hum. satoru is happy. and suguru thinks he's about to die.
suguru can't wrap his head around the effect satoru seems to have on him. shoko finds it incredibly funny. whenever they're hanging out all together, she's constantly trying to hold back her cackles because of how silly the situation is. satoru is sitting on suguru's lap â he just kinda stumbled backwards because he got so into the conversation he's having with shoko. suguru's hands hover above his waist, not knowing whether to guide him or not. so now he's 'stuck' with a giddy satoru on his lap and a blush tinting the tips of his ears.
satoru also has the tendency to steal bites from suguru's food, often straight from the fork. suguru watches his pink tongue dart out from his mouth for a mere fraction of a second before swallowing the treat. he's so close too, he always is. leaned over the table, satoru with his lips still around the fork. apparently suguru has a thing for him humming. he just can't catch a break.
satoru pulls back just enough to take his mouth of the utensil but stays in his spot over the table. elbows on the wood, he chews hisâ suguru's food with a big lopsided smile and twinkling eyes. and just to make things even worse for boy with the crush â satoru bumps his foot against suguru's under the table making the latter's eyes widen.
only a little! only a little! maybe he is thankful that satoru is so oblivious because this would just be outright embarrassing if he wasn't.
suguru feels it. the teasing pair of eyes.
he tears his own from the boy in front of him and he's met with shoko. oh, he hates her sometimes. (he doesn't.) her eyes are crinkling just a little in the corners as she folds her arms over her chest. her lips tug up into a very, very annoying grin and suguru wants to just sink below ground. he tries to act unphased but it clearly doesn't fucking work when shoko just keeps... staring at him. he gives her an eye-roll as the last try to seem cool but the thoughts of her teasing him fade the second satoru leans closer again, making suguru do the same instinctively.
wrong move.
satoru's hand reaches out to brush away the small crumb from the corner of suguru's lip with a laugh. he makes a joke, surely a really bad one, but it doesn't matter because suguru doesn't even hear it.
him and his stupid heart â he doesn't even have a chance. satoru's laughter tastes like bubblegum and it's weird because suguru has never been much of a sweet tooth, but now here he is. willing to eat more and more and more. he's willing to take all the teasing in the world if that means he gets to see satoru smile again.
+ miuu i love them so fucking muchh!!! this was inspired by this lovely little edit hehehe!!!
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Day seventeen of âobligatory sugar baby Konâ behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âYou heckle your own guys?â Kon demands, still laughing. âThe hell for?âÂ
âBecause Chris Campbell is literally the worst professional quarterback on the East Coast and a total pill, thatâs why,â Tim says witheringly, also mostly on reflex. Not that he really watches all that much in the way of sports, just his dad semi-regularly watches football and hockey and sometimes baseball, so sports are usually a safe topic to talk about without having to handle awkward questions like what'd you do last night or howâd you get that bruise? or anything equally inconvenient to answer.Â
Though really anybody in Gotham who was not a literal shut-in with no internet access or cable would know how freakinâ bad Chris Campbellâs arm sucks, but he digresses.Â
âAlso Robin is an urban legend, because I want to go about my daily life completely unnoticed by anyone who might care about people thinking he wasnât,â he amends belatedly, and Kon laughs harder.Â
âWell, heâs an urban legend who can totally pull, for the record,â Kon says matter-of-factly before taking another bite of grilled cheese monstrosity. Tim almost walks into a lamppost. Or a mailbox. Orâsomething. There was something he almost walked into.Â
âI cannot even be in the same state as this conversation,â he says maybe a little too feelingly.Â
âYeah Batman would definitely be a fucking dick about it,â Kon says agreeably, still snickering a little. Tim decides that is a great excuse and exactly what heâs gonna go with, and then gets distracted by Kon making a show of fluttering his eyelashes at him with a flirty smirk and adding, âAnd like, obviously you, daddy.âÂ
âIâwhy would I be a dick about that?â Tim asks, instinctively wary about if he let something slip about Robin and what Konâ
âOh my god, I mean youâre on my âsurrounded by hottiesâ list, you nerd!â Kon cackles, smacking his back. âObviously.â
Tim cannot even begin to imagine what Kon thought was âobviousâ about that, but okay. If Kon has awful taste, thatâs his prerogative. And if he thinks Robin is hot, theoretically he would also think Tim Drake was, except for how Robin and Tim Drake are two totally different people and also Kon resents Robin and is constantly being a total dick about both listening to him and letting him just run the damn team and has to get the last word in even in active combat situations and Tim Drake is justâTim Drake is just a nerd, exactly like Kon just said. Heâs a photography nerd and a nerd-nerd and heâs not all that interesting or attractive, and he has weird taste in video games and only likes the role-playing games that literally nobody actually plays, and he isnât even that good at skateboarding! What about either of them could Kon possibly find actually, likeâactually considerâÂ
âItâs cute you didnât realize, though,â Kon adds, and leans over to kiss his cheek with greasy grilled cheese lips. Tim, unfortunately, feels like a squishy melted marshmallow about it. And also greasy and gross. But mostly itâs the marshmallow thing, yeah. âHey, are you gonna finish those, babe?âÂ
âAll yours,â Tim says, and hands over the remaining grilled cheese, deciding to just . . . not do the math on how many of those Kon actually just ate. And also to take him to a buffet next date, maybe. Likeâseveral buffets. Multiple buffects. They could just rotate through a few, maybe Konâll be likelier to actually eat âtil heâs full at an âall you can eatâ-style setup if heâs still worried about him overspending on him, Tim figures, which he clearly has not been given how many grilled cheese sandwiches he has put away so far, even if he doesnât finish the lastâ
Yeah, Kon definitely hasnât been eating âtil he was full, Tim notes as he watches Kon demolish every single remaining sandwich all down to the last bite and then lick his fingers clean.Â
Alright then. Buffet tour date it is. And also way more snacks and candy in Konâs future gift bags and maybe, like, he could also just open an Uber Eats account for him and fill it up with as much Uber Cash as theyâll let him and also sign up for the premium or whatever so Kon wonât have to pay delivery fees, assuming he can even get Uber Eats to deliver to Cadmus, but honestly heâs heard about people doing weirder in the gig economy, and also Robin is going to justâRobin is going to goddamn pack the Justice Cave with nonperishable snacks, Tim swears to god. Enough for Bart to need to take a few days to get through, even. And likeâSuzie doesnât need to eat, no, but that doesnât mean she shouldnât have the option, and frankly now heâs going to have to be checking everyoneâs living situations out a little more thoroughly, so until thenâwell, heâs just gonna frontload his success, he guesses. Be prepared.Â
Bruce absolutely cannot complain about him being prepared, he lies to himself, and offers Kon the napkins. Kon grins at him and then wipes his mouth and hands off and misses some crumbs Ă©on his lip, which Tim is very unimpressed with himself for finding cute even more unimpressed with himself for wanting to brush them away for him like theyâre in some dumb weird clichĂ© romcom or something. Which they are not, definitely.Â
âDid I get it all?â Kon asks him.Â
Tim despairs, but also is only in possession of so much self-control, okay? Reeling back on the supervillain plan is already taking up about seventy percent of his processing power and not jumping Kon outright is at least another twenty-five, so he doesnât have very much to work with here, okay?Â
âOne sec,â he says, and reaches up to brush away the last couple of crumbs on Konâs lower lip with the pad of his thumb. Kon immediately turns bright pink, then grins at him way too smugly. Tim decides to just not analyze whatever his own facial expression feels like itâs being right now, for obvious reasons.Â
Mostly âself-defenseâ. Mostly âself-defenseâ is the reason.Â
Kon ducks in and kisses him again, the gesture all sweet and warm and still a little unfortunately but endearingly greasy. The kissing does not help with Timâs self-control in any way whatsoever, but definitely does distract him from analyzing anything else thatâs going on right now.Â
âYou really know how to skate?â Kon asks him after he leans back from the kiss, back to grinning at him. Tim suddenly understands literally everything Victor Fries has ever done in his life and frankly is surprised he hasnât done worse. If anyone ever lays a hand on Kon again, he is gonna do so much worse than just go supervillain; he is gonna go Darkseid and he will not be sorry.
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Hii, are gonna do a part 2 of âdoomedâ where they get together?
Doomed pt. 3
Tim Bradford x rookie!reader
Warnings/Tags: fluff, hurt, angst, unspoken feelings, Grey raging Word count: 2.197 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! (I'm sorry it's so late!) Not a part 2, but a part 3 for you! Hope you'll like it anyways! Also, this isn't entirely proof read yet!
Enjoy!
Did he even breathe?
Looking at Tim through your peripheral, you knew he thought the same.
Grey was raging on, talking without breathing.
Soon he'd suffocate, you were sure of it. Luna would have a heart attack, when he would die because of you - because you were dumb enough to be caught by him.
It wasn't even your fault, really.
It was Tim's.
At least that's what you told yourself.
"And I will not be the one who will take the brunt when one of you dies, because you were too busy making love eyes to notice a threat!"
Maybe you should have just told him - at least that's what Grey thought to himself, as he yelled at one of his best officers and his rookie.
Who were sleeping with each other.
He mentally flinched, not wanting to think about it too deeply.
"You are responsible for her training!" he continued, pointing at Tim who had his hands at his sides, trying to just get past this.
He had never felt this uncomfortable in his life before - at least there wasn't much that compared to this situation.
"How do you think will others judge when they learn about your relationship? Do you think they will see her ratings fit? Or will they think you rated her better, because you-" he had to stop himself, or else it would have gotten out of hand - though you all knew, what he wanted to say.
Because you are sleeping with her.
Your career would be ruined, if the right people found out. No one would want you to work for them, never fully trusting you.
As the tears welled up in your eyes, you tried your best to suppress them.
Grey was right, and he had every right to be angry.
"This will have consequences!" he continued, finally taking a deep breath, as he tried to calm himself, for the sake of his heart.
His wife would have killed him, if he dared to have a heart attack - especially when she was currently trying to convince him to retire.
Maybe he should have.
"You will be replaced as her TO - that's the least I will have to do. Other than that, this conversation will never, and I mean never, leave this room. If anyone asks why you were replaced as her TO, you tell them that you don't know."
His eyes wandered from Tim to you, his head shaking in disappointment.
Never would he let you forget this day.
"I can't believe that this happened right under my nose and I didn't notice it." he spoke a little quieter, before his voice rose again. "And I would have never expected such behavior from you, of all people, Bradford!"
Tim swallowed, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. He didn't know what to say, guilt making his tongue heavy as lead.
Grey grumbled to himself, sitting down in his chair. He sighed in exhaustion, wiping over his face with his hand.
"I know I'll regret it later." he began, putting his head in his hand with his elbow on the armrest, as he looked up at you.
You two stood straight as sticks, and for a moment Grey had to smirk inwardly.
"Are you in a relationship or do you plan to be in one?" The same moment he voiced his question, he regretted it. His daughter would have probably told him how embarrassing he was.
Did he want to do the talk now, too?
Your eyes widened, looking at Tim in shock. His gaze was fixed somewhere behind Grey, jaw clenched.
It had been a few months now, since you regularly started to sleep with each other. You couldn't deny that you had become attached, having gathered feelings for him.
But did he feel the same?
Biting your cheek, you looked away.
Of course he wouldn't.
"Okay..." Grey mumbled, scratching his chin, as he leaned back in his chair. "I will still tell you what will await you anyway, in case you decide to be in a relationship somewhere in the future."
He shook himself inwardly, one eye twitching, as he tried to stay as professional as possible.
"I hardly advise you to work separate. Like I said, if one of you dies because you aren't focused on the task at hand, the other will pay the consequences. The LAPD doesn't like it, when two of their officers are in a relationship and in the same unit. It's a risk the intern doesn't want to take."
You simply nodded, swallowing against the lump in your throat.
What other choice did you have anyway?
Grey nodded to himself, not happy his evening had been ruined. Luna would be furious if she knew how close he had been to having a heart attack.
"And now go home. Your shift is over, anyways."
Breathing a silent sigh of relief, you nodded, heading out of the office. You had been lucky the blinds had been closed, otherwise the whole LAPD would have witnessed that conversation.
You didn't look at Tim, as you made your way to the locker room, biting back the emotions trying to take over.
The Mexican food you wanted to order at his place, would be cancelled now, your whole evening ruined.
You really should have looked better if anyone was near, before you talked about private things.
Seriously, how could you miss Grey?
He had seen how close you seemed, after parking the shop, Tim's hand almost brushing yours as he leaned closer to talk into your ear.
This one gesture had spoken more than a thousand words to him.
And it was exactly the reason, why Tim avoided to talk about his private life.
Or show it, for that matter.
But he had a moment of weakness, your flirtatious behavior over the day constantly turning him on.
He really should have known better.
His eyes scanned the parking lot for you, trying to make you out in the dark. He spotted your car, seeing that you weren't there yet, as he made his way over to it.
He decided to wait, fingers drumming on the strap of his backpack, as you left the station.
Fumbling for your keys, you didn't notice him at first, only when you almost stood in front of him.
Blinking a few times in confusion, your cheeks heated up. "What do you want?" you asked, inhaling shakily. "We should talk." he gave back, shifting his weight.
Brows furrowed, you looked at him. "If you want to end things, then just say it, Tim." you told him, trying to act nonchalant about it, even if your heart broke at the possibility of him ending whatever it was you two had.
"Wh- No!" he responded a little too fast, taking a step forward with his mouth agape. "I mean- If you want to end this, then I'll stay away from you."
Eyes widening, you felt how they burned from tears again. Of course you didn't want to end this.
Shaking your head, you told him exactly that.
"I don't want to end this." you spoke, taking a step forward as well, all the while feeling Grey's gaze burning holes in your back, even if he wasn't even near.
"But I don't think we should continue on like this. Grey is right, what we're doing is risky." you continued, sighing heavily. "We're jeopardizing our careers, risking to lose our jobs. Or at least risking our credibility and the trust they have in us. I think it's better, that he replaces you as my TO."
Your words struck something deep inside him, making him swallow. On one side he thought you were right - if he continued being your TO, though not able to keep his hands from you, your career would have been over, before it even started.
On the other hand, he feared that he'd lose you.
"If you want to keep this up, what do you mean we shouldn't continue on like this?" he wanted to know, the crease between his brows deepening.
"Are you breaking up?"
The words had left his lips, before he had a chance to properly think about it. His cheeks burned up, and he was thankful that you weren't able to see it in the dim light of the parking lot.
Your mouth opened, but you weren't able to utter a single word, only staring at him. Chuckling uneasily, you shook your head.
"Breaking up postulates there's something to break up." you told him, voice small. You didn't want him to see the heartbreak in your eyes, so you averted them.
"We're not together - there is nothing to break up."
He swallowed heavily, his throat suddenly way too dry. His heart seemed to be in an iron grip, pumping ice crystals through his veins.
He hated the way you said it, the way you sounded so broken.
"Grey is right." he muttered bitterly, nodding to himself, as he took a step backwards. Your eyes snapped back to his, following his movement.
"We shouldn't do this. The LAPD doesn't approve of it and we only risk our jobs. You're right, we shouldn't continue this."
He turned around and started to walk away, your heart breaking as he did. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt as if you couldn't breathe.
"Tim!" you called out, voice shaking, as you practically jumped after him, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking further away from you.
He stiffened, but didn't turn around. He only stopped, with your hand still on his arm. Inhaling shakily, you braced yourself for your next words.
"I don't want to break up." you softly spoke, one of the tears managing to free itself. Biting your lip, you shook your head. "I don't want to let you go - I can't."
He slowly turned around to you, giving you the chance to take your words back.
But you didn't.
Staring straight back at him, you stood your ground. That you were still at the almost empty parking lot, wasn't important anymore.
Neither were the people that could walk out of the station at any moment.
"If I have to do more tests, have another TO, then so be it. But I don't want to lose you, Tim."
More tears rolled down your cheeks, betraying your aching heart. Your emotions were on display for him to see, and you weren't planning on backing down.
He took a shaky breath, mouth slightly open. He didn't know what to say - hell, he wasn't even sure what you were trying to say. Had you fallen for him? As much as he had fallen for you?
"Hate me, abandon me, whatever you want." you told him, wet lips pressing together, head shaking. "But I can't act like I don't have feelings for you, any longer. Yes, it can cost us our jobs, or just mine, since you're one of the best officers here, but I'm willing to take that risk. Let Grey be angry, shout at us or transfer me when im a p2 - I don't care."
He was speechless, a rare sight.
Swallowing, he took a step closer. "What are you trying to say?" He had to know, had to hear it one more time, in case he had misunderstood you.
"I'm saying that I have feelings for you, that I have fallen in love with you, Tim." you brought over your shaking lips, heart racing as you were nervous how he would respond to your confession.
He huffed, amusement and relief hugging him like a warm blanket. Honestly, he hadn't known how he'd reacted, if you'd pushed him away for real.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you into his embrace, as he exhaled slowly. Hugging him back, your cheek rested on his chest, hearing his heart race.
"I have feelings for you, too." he confessed, smiling into your hair. "Fuck the LAPD and their opinion. I have the sergeant exam in my pocket, if they want to punish us, I'll find another station, maybe I'll even go to the metro."
You couldn't help but laugh quietly at him, knowing he'd do it.
"Go out with me." he spoke, looking down at you, after you separated, his hands on your upper arms.
Smiling, you sniffed, face still tear stained. "I'd love to." you agreed, nodding to underline your words. He smiled back, before his hand wrapped around your shoulder, walking you towards your car.
"Are we still getting Mexican tonight?" he asked, a smirk playing at his lips. Rolling your eyes, you nodded with a grin.
"I'll get us a table." he told you, sending you a wink, as you gaped at him, stopping at your car. "I know the owner."
Shaking your head, you couldn't help but smile. "Okay." He nodded, smiling right back.
As Tim told you he'd pick you up in an hour, Grey smiled to himself.
He'd been watching your interaction through a window, secretly happy about your smiling faces, as his wife caught him stalking you two, hitting his arm in warning.
"Wade!"
<- Part two
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