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#grian fanart#hermitblr#hermitcraft grian#hermitcraft season 10#quick and scribbly thing before i go to bed#i still have no idea how to do lighting but i do think the extended bureaucracy bit is funny so we're gonna do cartoony illustrative vibes#just wanted to make him have sallow green energy#i hate fluorescents#if bureaucracy involved less fluorescent lights it would be way more bearable#this is my humble objectively correct opinion#anyway quick and messy but fun enjoy#grian#permit office#grian mc#hermitcraft#artists on tumblr#my art#art#digital art#illustration#artist#artistsontumblr#fanart#hermitcraft s10#hermitcraft fanart#hc s10#uhhh yeah cool you get it thats enough tags#one day i will learn how to do rim lighting and paint using a program that isnt autodesk sketchbook#today#is not that day
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Feral Tim
I have found I have a great love for Feral Tim Drake. This is a Tim Drake who has built his own moral code in an echoing, empty house and tracking vigilantes across rooftops. First it should be noted that Timâs loyalty is tied closer to Robin than it is to Batman. That his motivation for blackmailing Bruce to become Robin was more toward saving Robinâs Dad and Robinâs legacy than saving Batman.Â
Little Tim Drake is Obsessively, Desperately, Dangerously protective of the Robin legacy and his predecessor Robins, particularly Robin #2 Jason Todd. It becomes well known in Gotham, really quickly that it is not a good idea to insult Robin while Robin #3 is around. Â
As always, I have no idea what is cannon here.
Like, if you insult Robin #3 to his face, you will get a laugh and an agreement-He will still stop you from your crimes but you wonât end up extra hurt. If you insult Robin in general, Robin #3 will be more aggressive in taking you down and you will get some extra bruises. If you insult Robin #1, you can expect at least one additional broken bone, which bone depends on the insult. However if you insult Robin #2, Robin #3 will bite and he will bite to the bone; you will be mauled and chances are Batman will have to pull Robin #3 off you.Â
Count of Bites, before all of Gotham got the point: 4 low level criminals, 3 civilians (all of which were drunk, belligerent, and woke up the next day confused about their injuries), no less than 16 assorted Goons, and The Penguin.Â
I want you to take a moment to picture Batman, who got a bit less violent after getting Robin #3 but got substantially less violent because he had to be a tired dad prying his little gremlinâs jaws off The Penguin. Everyone is distinctly uncomfortable with Batman apologizing to The Penguin.Â
So Gothamites, no matter the type, learned that one does not insult Robin #2 ever. In fact avoid insulting Robins, unless you are specific enough to be insulting Robin #3 (Though they would not have cause to know for several more years, this protectiveness extended to both Robin #4, the girl Robin, and Robin # 5, the Stabby Robin). Batman gets less violent by virtue of now chasing after a child with negative fear responses (Seriously, Scarecrow once dosed him with his latest fear gas and Robin #3 did not even appear to notice). Gotham, as a whole (Goons, Civilians, all of the other Rogues, other vigilantes) and without consulting each other, decides that Robin #3 and The Joker cannot ever meet. There is a herculean, sustained effort by all of the Rogues and Goons to keep the Joker distracted until Batman can send Robin away whenever the Joker breaks out. Consensus is that no one quite knows which will come out victorious, but there would be substantial damage. Also, Robin would end up biting the Joker and no one is sure what the Jokerâs blood would do to him.
We fast forward to Red Hood taking over Crime Alley. He does not notice but the first time he ranted about Robin every one of his subordinates, plus the three Black Mask Goons in the room, flinches. They all relax when it becomes clear that the Robin Red Hood takes offense to is Robin #3. Â No one quite knows how to tell Red Hood that, for his health, he should stop insulting Robins (there had never been any real discussion about it). Black Mask and Ivy, at separate times, try to awkwardly pass on the warning but did not quite get the message across (there really is no way to phrase âThe tiny child in the traffic light colors is dangerous and will do you actual damage if you disparage his personal hero, the dead Robinâ).Â
As soon as it got around that Red Hood hunts Robins, with Robin #3 specifically being a target, Batman does ship him out to Titan Tower at once, but not for the reason that Red Hood thinks. It is not actually to protect Robin, not really. Itâs because Batman has figured out that Red Hood was once Jason, and he knows down to his bones that Timâs moral compass stays on this side of the killing line because he believes that both Jason and Dick would have a problem with him killing. If he finds out that Jason, the preferred of the two, is ok with killing, that line goes out the window. And then Batman is going to need to put Robin on a child leash.Â
So Red Hood goes to attack a Robin far from the nest and it starts about how he expected. He got in a few good hits, and his replacement actually does have some decent moves. Then Jason makes a disparaging remark about âthe Robin that diedâ that, had he been allowed to finish his sentence, would have circled back around to insulting Tim. However he was not allowed to finish his sentence because instead of fighting on human teen, he was suddenly fighting some kind of demon (metaphorically), who in between mauling him (and how the fuck is this kid biting through kevlar, Jason would like to know) is screaming about how Red Hood was not allowed to talk about Timâs Robin like that.Â
For a few moments Red Hood gets to realize Robin is not locked in with him, he is locked in with Robin. Then one of Robinâs attacks pulls off the helmet (no bombs at this time, thankfully). As soon as Tim sees Jasonâs face he stops attacking and hugs him tightly, babbling about how good it is to see him alive and apologizing for attacking him as Tim thought it was just some villain being disrespectful. Tim pulls him through to the med bay to treat his injuries.Â
While Jason is being treated, and they wait for the lockdown to lift, Jason is struck by the realization that if he even implied he wanted it, Tim would go try to collect the Jokerâs head for him. This is quickly followed by the terrifying realization that Jason is 45% of this childâs moral compass (With Dick being about 30% with the remaining 25% being all Tim).Â
The Pit Rage is practically running from this level of crazy.Â
Jason finds himself escorting Tim back to the Cave, with Jason low key panicking. While there is some sympathy in the form of Dick, it turns out that Dick and Tim have a similar way of thinking (except where Tim imprinted on the two Robins, Dick imprinted on Bruce and Alfred) and the same recklessness. Itâs Bruce that Jason finds himself bonding with (Is Jason weirded out by the fact that, of his siblings, Jason-with his supernaturally enhanced anger and the bag of heads- is the most stable? Yes, Yes it does) as he desperately tries to keep Tim from doing damage (both physical and psychic) other people.
#batman#batfam#tim drake#jason todd#bruce wayne#tim drake is a menace#Tim Drake is feral#tim drake robin#Jason Tod is red hoo#dick grayson
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rule no. 1
summary: you have a no-contact rule going with your ex, choi seungcheol, but fortunately unfortunately for you, heâs not really the type to follow them.
tags: ex! seungcheol x reader, seungcheolâs kind of toxic and doesnât know how to let go, tit sucking (both cheol and reader), piv sex, protected sex, then unprotected sex (stay safe out there), pet names (daddy, good girl), cheol is written based off EXACTLY how he looks in these pictures | wc: 2.7k
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8:11 PM
[choi seungcheol] hey
[you] what
[choi seungcheol] can we meet today?
[you] i donât think thatâs a good idea
[choi seungcheol] just to talk. nothing else. i swear.
[you] dude, what are you doing? you know weâre supposed to be going no contact. plus, itâs raining
[choi seungcheol] iâll come to you
[choi seungcheol] and don't call me dude ever again or i'll seriously kill myself
[you] NO. do not come here. itâs late. letâs talk tomorrow okay?
11:17 PM
[choi seungcheol] iâm downstairs
[you] seungcheol..
[choi seungcheol] you want me to leave? i drove all this way though?
[you] fine.
[you] just talking.
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his shock red hair. thatâs the first thing you notice after opening the door, followed by just how good he looks with it. stop.
seungcheol walks straight in, fishing his car keys out of his pocket and dropping them in that little bowl on your shoe cabinet. then he looks at you. no, he checks you out, his eyes slowly sliding up your body to see what youâre wearing.
god, he has no self control. you knew heâd do that, which is why youâd worn your frumpiest PJs. a clear visual indication that nothing was going to happen tonight.
âjust talkingâ you reiterate, drawing an imaginary line on the floor with your foot.
seungcheol laughs, extending his arm, signaling you to walk ahead and lead the way. the thing is, he wants to check your ass out. though you may think this is your frumpiest pair, thereâs something in the material which makes it cling to your cheeks, making them look extra juicy.
seungcheol follows behind you, maintaining the âlineâ until you pause abruptly and he takes a step too close. just like that, heâs already crossed it, and then, heâs already kissing you, already taking off his glasses, already tossing his beanie aside, already grabbing your ass, already carrying you to the bedroom.
ât-this is a bad ideaâ you stutter, trying to find some of that self-control you keep asking him to show.
âi know. so badâ he breathes into the curve of your neck, sucking on the skin hungrily until it breaks. ex-seungcheol was obsessed with leaving marks of himself on you â hickeys, bites, hand prints.
he stumbles into the bedroom, leaving the lights off, and sets you down on the edge of the bed. no, you can't be doing this again.
âseungcheol, i really donât think-â
âshh, donât say anything, just kiss me. look at me' he grabs your chin, angling your face up âkiss meâ he says like itâs just that simple. seungcheol snakes his long tongue into your mouth, kissing you, his hands busy unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down just enough to let his cock breathe. as you kiss, he lays you down on the bed, driving a knee in between your legs to spread them apart.
âdo you still like it when i do this?â he asks, as if thereâs any answer apart from fuck yes, and presses his knee to your core, grinding hard, sending pulses of pleasure straight through you. you answer with an involuntary moan, stifling it just in time so he doesn't hear.
you see, seungcheol doesn't need an answer from you. he can already guess from your erect nipples which are poking through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, asking to be sucked on. who's he to deny them that? so, he pushes your t-shirt up, above your tits, grabbing and pressing them together, and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.
âfuckâ he inhales âmissed thisâ
ex-seungcheol was all about missing you â missed your smell, missed this pussy, missed your pretty little mouth, missed you. you know seungcheol. you know once he latches onto your tits, he's not leaving till you both have finished. so, you make a last-ditch attempt.
âyou know that article i sent you?â he cups a breast in each hand, rolling, teasing, and tugging your nipples in between his fingers.
âit-â god, that feels good âit says the best way for us to do this is to go no-contact. reallyâ
âyeah?' you nod, surprised he's even listening.
âfuck that articleâ and with that he takes you in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola before latching his soft lips onto your hard nipples. fine, just one last time then, you pacify yourself and let go. you sink into the feeling of your breasts being sucked on, while your fingers sink into his thick hair, tugging on tufts of red.
âthe red looks fucking hot, by the wayâ your compliment sandwiched in between soft moans. seungcheol pulls off your breast, looking up at you, a sudden hunger in his eyes.
ex-seungcheol loves compliments. loves them. â compliment his face, his hair, his built, and definitely compliment his cock. he needs to be desired by his exes.
he leans back, ripping his overshirt and t-shirt off, his hair falling wildly over his face. seungcheol runs both his hands through his locks, slicking his hair back. âtake your clothes offâ heâs got a little gruff in his voice ânowâ
you undress hastily, and itâs not until you see a cocky grin spread across his face, you realise what heâs noticed.
âjust talking, huh?â
youâre wearing those panties â the âpull aside pairâ as he called it. seungcheol loved these on you, it was his favourite because firstly, they just about covered your cunt and secondly, they would ride right up your ass giving him the best view. you and him both knew that if youâre going to wear these panties, heâs going to fuck you with them on.
of course youâd prepped incase he did come over, which had happened one too many times before, but the optics of this really donât help your no-contact agenda.
âletâs talk thenâ he pulls his jeans and boxers off, his cock springing out. yummy.
âwhy donât we talk about how youâre wearing these, hhmn?â he cocks an eyebrow, snapping the band of your underwear hard âyou know what happens when you wear theseâ you canât count the number of times heâs cum on your ass while you were in them.
he pulls your panties to the side, and there, another surprise. âoh, fuck meâ he groans needily. not only have you shaved down there, but youâve trimmed your hair just the way he likes it.
âfucking hellâ seungcheol curses again, licking and sticking a finger inside you, feeling your wet warmth pull his finger right in. âor no, letâs talk about how i can already fit one. no, two. oh? three?â yes, three.
âthree of my fingers inside your pussy so easilyâ he slides them in, all three coming out with a glossy sheen. and then, in a sickeningly sensual move, his runs his flat tongue over all three, licking them clean.
âyou taste like you need a dick inside youâ seungcheol grabs his, slapping it hard against his cupped palm. itâs like every thought in your mind turns into mush at the sound, and suddenly youâre just a hole. an empty hole.
âcheollieâ you shouldnât be calling him that âplease put your big fat dick inside me. i need you so bad, cheollieâ you know exactly what to say to seungcheol to make him tick. ex or not.
he groans, pulling down a pillow and placing it under your lap to lift your hips. then he positions himself, lining himself up to your entrance.
âwaitâ you pause, much to his dicks disappointment, to grab a condom from the bedside table, your body twisting on its side. fuck, that ass looks good, seungcheol thinks, giving it a tight slap. âmmmâ you bite your lip, looking back at him.
âagain, daddyâ he slaps it even harder, the force of his palm making ripples on your skin. he looks at you now, so full of lust, and he canât remember why he ever let you go. stupid fucking decision.
âbe a good girl and put it on for meâ it was one those odd things that really turned him on. he watches now as you rip the condom wrapper with your teeth, slowly rolling down its slippery edges onto his fat dick.
ânow come to daddyâ you lay back down as he grabs your legs and slides you towards him, a little squeal spilling out of you.
âtell me what you wantâ
âi want your fat dick inside my tight wet pussyâ
âthatâs my girlâ he hooks two fingers under the ribbed fabric of your panties and pulls them aside, sliding his tip up and down your slick folds a few times before pushing just his fat mushroom head in. âfuckâ you both curse at the same time, and in the same breath as he penetrates you little by little until heâs all the way in.
âshit, missed this pussy so muchâ and you donât say it out loud, but as he starts thrusting youâre reminded of just how much you missed his cock. no amount of vibrators and dildos could do for you what seungcheol is doing right now. itâs like heâs been able to scratch an itch deep, deep inside you. literally.
seungcheol repositions himself, leaning a little lower, angling his strokes a little higher, his cock teasing the roof of your pussy. once heâs satisfied with how heâs buried inside you, he slides his big hands up your arms before gripping your wrists tightly, shackling them in his palms, and slams down, pinning you onto the bed and fucking you.
âoh fuck, yesâ you moan, in that nasal little way you do, which he finds stupidly hot.
âthatâs what daddy likes to hearâ he grins, his tongue touching his canines.
speaking of stupidly hot, you canât help but notice how good he looks on top of you. has he gotten bigger? looks like it. his chest seems to have doubled, looking bigger, firmer, and frankly, more suckable. has he gotten hotter? definitely. maybe it's an ex thing or maybe itâs the red hair. god bless his hairdresser.
youâre a little dazed honestly, by his buff(er) built, especially the silver cross necklace thatâs hanging off his thick neck, swinging above your face with every thrust.
âlike what you see?' he raises his eyebrow, catching you staring, and in response you bite on the dangling silver and pull him down towards you. you take his tongue into your mouth, swapping spit like a couple of teenagers.
now closer to you, you get a whiff of the faint smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming off him. you wonder where he was before this, and who got to see him looking this fine. thereâs a hot sting of jealousy that cools when his chain skims across your breast, the cold metal making your nipples hard in an instant. seungcheol gets distracted by your tits once again, pushing them together and holding on as he fucks you.
âlove your titsâ
âlove yoursâ oh, theyâve definitely gotten bigger, you think, cupping one in your hand and circling your thumb over his nipple.
âfuck yes, suck on itâ he bends, and you take him in your mouth, sucking on his tits, flicking his hard nub with your wet tongue.
âyes, thatâs it, good girlâ he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your face into his chest. seungcheol loved getting his nipples stimulated, and you feel the pleasure you're giving him pound straight back into you.
âfucking love your pussyâ
âmmm, love your fat cock in my pussyâ
âlove-â the words are at the tip of his tongue, but before he says the stupid thing heâs not supposed to say, you kiss him, clenching your cunt so tightly and abruptly that it knocks the strength out his arms for a split second.
âfuck, that feels amazingâ he groans âlove your pussy so much. itâs made just for meâ
âjust mine to fuck, only mineâ his possessiveness â one of the reasons it didnât work, but so sexy in this moment.
âyeah?â you know what heâs really asking. he wants to know if youâve fucked anyone else in your weeks apart, if thereâs a legitimate reason for that condom separating the both of you or if its a formality. he needs to know.
ex-seungcheol is greedy â he reminded you of a bratty child at times. it was not his toy anymore but he refused to let anyone else play with it. mine!
âonly yoursâ you say, and take it a step further, whispering into his ear âiâm only yours so take the condom off and fuck me rawâ
the no-contact rule dies a violent death as he pulls out, yanking off the condom and sliding his fat, veiny, throbbing cock back inside you in what seems like less than a second.
âfuckâ the sensation of your raw slippery cunt in contrast with how tight youâre clenching around his dick makes him curse. you wrap your legs around his waist, digging the heels of your foot into his back to push him deeper inside you.
ây-yes, i can feel you so deepâ you breathe, two of your fingers sliding down to rub your swollen clit in sloppy circles.
âgod i love it when you play with your pussy with my dick deep inside youâ heâs fucking you so forcefully now that the slap of his skin against yours is all that can be heard.
your arch your back, closing your eyes and focusing hard on all the ways youâre being stimulated â your fingertips on your clit, the tip of his penis pressing against your walls, and his heavy balls slapping against your asshole â all the sensations twisting into a knot in your stomach.
âyouâre there, right there. do itâ he guides you âbe a good girl and cum for me nowâ his words are all you need as the knot tightens and then unravels, the orgasm taking over you from your head to your toes. itâs an addictive high, one that youâve desperately missed, and it leaves you shaking and stuttering under him.
âyes, there you go, there it is. fuckâ he pulls out his cock halfway, reeling at the sight of your creamy white cum coating it âlook at that. oh youâre such a good girl for creaming all over daddyâs dickâ
you breathe a satisfied breath, feeling your cunt continue to clench involuntarily at his praise, his pace suddenly picking up.
âsqueeze around my dick just like thatâ he grabs both your legs, holding them together by the ankle and turns your body so youâre laying on your side, your legs folded at your knees. your pussy is so tight in this position, and your ass looks extra fat. âfucking hotâ he praises, moaning as you squeeze so tight around him, over and over. he knows heâs about to blow.
âcum on my ass, daddyâ itâs tradition at this point. seungcheol pulls out, perfectly positioning himself over your ass and frantically jerks off, the squelch of his strokes filling the room. he grabs a handful in his other hand, squeezing hard. ouch. thatâs going to leave a mark.
âcum for meâ you sing seductively, his breath catching in his throat. âcover me in your cum, daddy. iâm all yours to cum on. iâm only yoursâ you remind, and that pushes him right over the edge as he cums with a loud long grunt, shooting his thick, warm, milky load all over your cheeks. and god, thereâs so so much of it.
âholy shit. how long have you been storing that?â you scoop some up with your fingers, giving it a taste âmmm, yumâ
honestly, seungcheolâs a little surprised by his load too, shaking his head and laughing softly as you review his cum. âwait, let me just get the, where is that thing?â
he picks up his crumpled overshirt, a balenciaga shirt mind you, off the floor and cleans the cum off you, then wipes his own dick down.
âi canât believe you still do thatâ
âdo what?â
âuse your expensive ass clothes to wipe cum like theyâre disposable tissues or somethingâ
he shrugs âthey may as well be for meâ
you roll your eyes at that, starting to remember reasons as to why heâs your ex again.
âoh, by the wayâ seungcheol rolls up the cum rag shirt before chucking it back onto the floor.
âwere you seriously trying to bring up an article on how to break up while i was sucking on your tits?â
you chuckle cutely âyeah, i was actually. but fuck that article, right?â
âyeahâ he nods, pouting in agreement âfuck that articleâ he breaks into a huge smile, looking at you fondly as you both crack up, and finds himself asking the question he always does after one these nights â why did you both break up again?
#scoups smut#seungcheol smut#seungcheol x reader#scoups x reader#scoups#choi seungcheol#scoups drabble#seungcheol drabble#scoups fanfic#seungcheol fanfic
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Meet Baby Ricciardo : ĚĚâ Daniel Ricciardo
summary: after welcoming your first child, you return to the paddock and introduce everyone to baby ricciardo
You smiled wide as Daniel glanced back, checking that you were still just behind him. You followed him stride for stride as he parted the crowd, allowing you to easily wheel the pram through the paddock as you headed for the garage where you could make yourselves comfortable.Â
âHow many visitors do you think weâre going to have today?â Daniel laughed, holding the door open for you so that you could walk in, heading straight for his driverâs room.Â
You greeted a few familiar faces as you walked into the hospitality lounge before throwing yourself down on the sofa in Danielâs room. You were already exhausted as you reminded yourself how busy the paddock was, unable to remember the last time that you were there.Â
It had taken a little bit of convincing by Daniel for you to return today, your daughter in your company. Heâd been pestered endlessly by the other drivers, keen to meet your daughter for the first time, unable to stall them all for any longer.Â
Daniel closed the door before taking a seat beside you. âI give it five minutes before they start appearing, you know how it is around here, nothing ever stays secretive for too long.âÂ
âYou never know, they might all be too busy getting ready for practice to come over here.âÂ
âNo way, youâve got no idea how excited all of them are sweetheart.âÂ
The two of you made yourselves comfortable, but as expected, it didnât take long. After just a couple of minutes Daniel opened up the door to see several figures hanging around outside, desperate for their first glimpse of your little girl, someone they already adored.Â
After letting you know who was outside, Daniel lifted your daughter out of her pram, handing her to you and instructing you to find a seat at one of the tables of the lounge. As you did, Daniel stepped outside to greet them all. âDo you people not have anything better to do with your time?âÂ
The boys all shook their heads, peering through the open door to see where you were sat. After briefing them all to be quiet, Daniel invited the group in, pointing in your direction as they all hurried over, fighting it out to be the first one to get there.Â
Your smile was wide as you looked around, Oscar, Lando, Charles and Max all stood around you, their eyes bright and their mouths open in astonishment.Â
âWow, look how cute she is.âÂ
âYou guys...sheâs adorable.âÂ
The sound of new voices had your daughter squirming, much to the boysâ delight. âSheâs so small,â Max whispered, unable to take his eyes off of her, finding his breath taken away with how tiny she was.Â
Daniel took a seat beside you as the rest of the boys all pulled up chairs, sitting as close to you as possible. They couldnât get enough as you filled them all in and introduced her properly, barely able to get a word out without them cooing over something that she did.Â
âCan we have a hold?â Lando excitedly asked you, nervously extending his arms out. âI mean, only if thatâs alright, Iâd just love to have a cuddle.âÂ
âOf course,â you responded, carefully standing yourself up, moving over to where Lando was.Â
A gasp came from you at how light she was as you placed her into his arms, almost scared to hold her alone with how fragile she was, struggling to keep her eyes open.Â
âHow did you manage to create such a beautiful daughter?â Oscar jokingly asked Daniel, able to get a much better look at her now that she was in Landoâs hold. âThereâs no way sheâs got any of your genes going on there.âÂ
âAnd sheâs not got the nose,â Charles sniggered, feeling Daniel hit against his arm. âIâm only messing, sheâd look beautiful even with your snout.âÂ
After a few moments Lando passed your daughter onto Max who was beside him, feeling your eyes watch over him as they passed her, still slightly terrified of something happening. âI canât actually believe that youâre a dad,â Max smiled over in Danielâs direction.Â
Truthfully, he couldnât quite believe it either, it absolutely felt like a pinch me moment. He was loving life to say the least, finding every day that he was learning something new about the newest lady in his life, the lady who had captured his heart from the moment that she arrived.Â
Daniel hummed as he draped his arm across your shoulders. âI was never too sure on having kids, but now that sheâs here, I canât believe there was ever a moment when I wasnât sure.âÂ
âWe always knew youâd be a good day,â Oscar chimed in response, âyouâre like an old man and an annoying older brother all in one around the paddock, the perfect qualities that you need to be a dad.âÂ
You couldnât help but chuckle, getting exactly what Oscar was trying to say. âHe wonât like me for telling you this, but someone did actually shed a few tears too when I was in labour, well, he probably cried a river.âÂ
âI was not that bad!â Daniel quickly protested as the other boys sniggered at your story. âIt was a pretty emotional moment; I donât know what else to say. You guys all wait; youâll know the feeling one day.âÂ
The memory of Daniel would always stick with you, he was an emotional guy, but youâd never seen him so overcome with emotion in your life. He didnât know what to say or do as his heart raced, struggling to believe what you had done, and that his little girl was there.Â
As silence descended, it was soon broken by your daughter letting go of a sneeze. A chorus of coos came from around the group again, everyoneâs eyes landing on your daughter.Â
âWell, that was officially the cutest sneeze Iâve ever heard.âÂ
Everyone quickly nodded in agreement with Lando, finding themselves falling in love all over again. âDo you reckon we can all mutually agree to just forget about having to drive a car today and spend all our day sat around here with this one instead?âÂ
It wouldâve been nice, everyone agreed with Charles, but you knew it would never come true. However, the one you thing you were confident of was that you never needed to worry about your first trip back to the paddock as all the boys looked after you both, perfectly.Â
âYou better be coming to every race from now on,â Oscar warned you as you stood up to take your daughter back. âDo you know how calm I feel after sitting here? Iâm going to need this relaxation before every race.âÂ
âIâm just coming to races for cuddles from now on.âÂ
âAnd Iâm going to go and persuade Alexandra that we need a baby,â Charles added as Max finished talking. âItâs funny, she probably has no idea who any of these strange men sat around her are, does she?âÂ
âWeâll make sure as she can, she does,â Daniel smiled around at the four of them. âIt wonât take long for her to know who her weird uncles are who drive cars around for a living.âÂ
âThereâs nothing weird about us,â Lando protested, âalthough you can assure her weâll be protective uncles who wonât let her ever go near a boy in her life.âÂ
âCan you please stop wishing my childâs life away?â You laughed in reply, âsheâs barely a couple of weeks old, not a moody teenager about to rebel thank you.âÂ
Daniel smiled across at you as you spoke, âweâve got all of this to look forward to darling.âÂ
âNo way, sheâs staying my baby forever.âÂ
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Golden Boy ! ᥣđŠ
"so this is gojo satoru."
you first heard of gojo when you were a freshman in high school, you first saw gojo when you were a junior, you first talked to him when you were a senior, and then you disliked him. but he first loved you when he first met you.
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NOTE: basketball gojo is rotting my brain btw! so hereâs another AU of them, enjoy. not a fic, more of a really really long drabble. posting this while you guys wait for long shot part 3! okay sorry too much yap! not proof read sorry chat
high school: 2007
you grew up with a fascination for camerasâphotography as a wholeâ, and the idea of perfectly capturing the moment.
when you first started high school you would bring your camera and a journal everywhere. it was a small camera your parents bought to allow you to explore your life-long interest.Â
you were very much kept to yourself. if you didnât have to talk to anyone, you didnât choose to. you liked being alone, and thereâs nothing depressing about that. you only had one friend, and her name was utahime.Â
you were a geek! not in a bad way, but in a way where you had a passion for books, writing, games, photography, you name it.
if anyone asked about you, no one would know how to answer. no one really knew much about you. with that in mind, you were still approachable, and kind.
if anyone engaged in conversation with you, you didnât shy awayâyou politely engaged back.Â
now, things stayed like that for the entirety of freshman to spring semester of sophomore year because one day your graphics and design teacher, mr. mendez, caught you taking pictures of inanimate objects, offering you a position on the yearbook team.
your high school was huge, and names werenât frequently known, especially not yours. but those rules didnât apply to athletes. especially the golden boyâgojo satoru.Â
gojo satoru was a well-known nameâgojo, itself, was a well-known nameâhis family came from money and they funded the entire school. you never actually met, or saw him, considering your schedules were completely different. but, in your junior year that changed. when your teacher asks you to go to a basketball game to cover the athlete section since the boy who was initially covering it got sick.Â
youâre frowning to yourself the entire day just thinking about having to stay after school to watch the game.
the time comes and youâre sitting at the back of the stands, holding onto your camera, waiting for the game to start. itâs a packed game. that doesnât surprise you. what does surprise you, is how crazy everyone is going over a mere game of basketball before it even starts.Â
you almost jolt out of your seat when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and turn to see someone sweetly smiling at you. a boy. âI think mr. mendez is trying to get your attention,â he extends his finger, pointing, and you follow the direction of it. and, indeed, your teacher was trying to get your attention.Â
you sweetly mutter a quick âthank youâ, to the boy before collecting your things, and walking towards mr. mendez.Â
âso, i figured youâre new to this, but when you take pictures during sports events, youâre usually pretty close to the court, standing,â he motions to the court with his hands, and you give him a confused look even though you understood exactly what he was saying, in hopes of a different alternative. unfortunately he does not give you one.
so, now youâre standing next to the court. camera, in hand, when the lights dim down just a tiny bit and cheerleaders emerge from the sides to begin their routine.
you take this as your opportunity to snap a few pictures. you capture a picture of the captain smiling, a few others of flyers mid-air, and some of the perfect routine moments.
after they finish, you find an empty seat at the very front. you think of all the things that you couldâve been doing at the moment. like reading on your porch swing, watching the sun set.Â
then the coach blows the whistle and finally the game is about to begin. the faster this goes, the faster youâll be home, snuggled up in bed with your dog keeping your feet warm.Â
you stand to take pictures, and watch as the players emerge from the locker room, one after the other, jogging down to their designated seating area. but you donât have a particular reaction, until you see another figure emerge, and youâre a bit struck at how handsome he is. gorgeous, even.Â
âso, this is gojo satoru.â
heâs smiling, and you just know he thinks heâs hot shit with the way he jogs over to the rest of his teammates. âweâll see about thatâ you thought to yourself.Â
and see you did.Â
he was incredible on the courtâprofessional level goodâ.
you took a great number of pictures, ones where heâs doing some kind of handshake with another star player, geto suguru, another set of pictures of other players, some of gojo by himself, but your favorite one, by far, had to be the one after he shoots the final shot, and almost as if he sensed the camera, looked your way, and smiled. a cute boyish smile. you looked at your camera in shock and disbelief.
you felt your face heat up by a billion degrees.
it was the most perfect picture you ever captured. and you donât even think he noticed because he runs back to his teammates, as if nothing had happened.Â
you went home that night in a bit of a daze. a new crush had developed. a very tiny, atom sized crush, but a crush nonetheless.Â
the next day mr. mendez asked for the pictures you took at the basketball game, yet you found yourself not uploading the picture of gojo smiling directly at the camera to the USB drive. it felt wrong.Â
so you kept it to yourself.Â
you still didnât see him much after that. he was like an enigma to you. everyone knew so much of him.
senior year rolls around and youâre now the head of the yearbook team. youâre applying to colleges/unis, and youâre really shooting high for this specific ivy league university because of the amazing combined photographyâjournalism program they offered, praying that they give you the full-ride you applied for.Â
youâre sitting in the graphic and design room one day, editing some final touches of the yearbook, when mr. mendez calls your name, âwe have a yearbook interview for the time capsule and photoshoot for the basketball team today, and i need you to be there to direct both, is that okay?âÂ
you nod and reply with a simple, âsureâ.Â
in reality your heart is pounding because you know youâll have to see gojo again, and actually talk to him.Â
itâs finally after school, and youâre setting up the equipment for, not only, the photos, but the interviews as well.Â
you hear the ruffling of the setup behind you while you try to position the camera for the interviews at the right angle, you let out a small frustrated groan âmahito stop fucking around and help meââ
âmahito?â the voice asks you and you feel yourself still because that voice is not mahitosâs. you get up from your position, and you almost die in your spot when you see gojo standing there with an unreadable look on his face.Â
an unreadable look that studies you.
âoh, im sorry i thought-â, he cuts you off before you can finish.
âhm,â he lets out in a rude manner and you almost reel back at how condescending he looked. (canon high school gojo i fear).
 âthis canât be the same guy that I had a crush on last yearâ
but it was.Â
the worst part is, the entire time you took the teamâs photos, he wasnât outwardly mean. but he had an energy to him that put you off. one that told you he thought he was better than you. his mannerisms screamed arrogance, and carelessness.
you kept to yourself for the majority of the photoshoot, muttering occasional instructions.Â
the rest of the team were really nice. theyâd strike up a conversation, here and there. you, of course, responded politely and engaged in conversation, returning their enthusiasm. but the entire time you felt piercing blue eyes.Â
youâd catch him whispering to geto, and even though you knew they werenât talking about you, it left you paranoid.Â
for the interviews, you kept it polite. until you got to gojo. you hit the record button on the camera, asked him the question, and listened to him as he talked about how great and amazing he was. you found yourself drifting off.Â
âthereâs no way this guy is that full of himself.â
he was.Â
you wrap up the interviews and go home. a bit caught off guard by his behavior. it wasn't that he was mean, but why would you willingly be in the presence of someone like this? and from that point on, you disliked gojo satoru.
college: 2013
in the end, you got accepted into the ivy league you had hoped for, got a full ride, and were accepted into the photography and journalist program. you looked completely different than how you did in college (you were grateful for this). things couldnât get any better, but they could get worse.Â
you found out you actually went to the same university as gojo. you didnât realize it until you saw his huge basketball banner in the gymnasium one day. youâre not paranoid of bumping into him here. if you didnât bump into him in high school, you definitely wonât here.Â
but perhaps a party.Â
letâs say, one of your friends invited you, and gojo definitely notices you because he finds you somehow familiar and attractive. still, he hasnât recognized you because youâre not angled in a manner that he can see you.
so he goes to talk to you, and letâs say you donât take it lightly. you're not rude or anything, but you reject him, and heâs shocked.Â
you stare at him before walking away, leaving him standing there in bewilderment.Â
he watches you leave, and it takes him a while as heâs standing there but it clicks. he canât be upset that you just rejected him in front of people, nor can he be upset that you walked away from him. heâs just honestly elated to find you here.Â
the only thought in his head is that youâre here and he finally has a chance again after realizing his attempt in high school was not it. he didnât know you in high school, nor did he know you now, but he thought you were the most interesting person back then. and it looks to him that you still are.Â
nowâs his chance, and heâd be damned if he passed it up.Â
so he kind of finds out where you work part-time, and goes to the campus diner around the corner (where you work). itâs a late evening, and the only customers around were the old couple who visited every friday, the frequent patrons (who were college students), were all at a party thatâd been advertised all week.Â
it was only you, the couple, and now gojo.Â
you donât look up when you hear the door bells jingle, only gently shouting a âwelcome!â, while youâre too busy wiping down the milkshake bottle.Â
gojo is a bit nervous, but he pushed forward.Â
he sits on the barstool by the counter you're now wiping down, sensing a presence you look up are surprised to find gojo, âhi,â gojo starts, you narrow your eyes at him a little.Â
âhello,â you reply back, âwhat can i get for you?â you ask him before reaching under the counter to grab a menu, placing it in front of him. he doesnât touch the menu, nor look at it, he stares into you as he says, âiâd like to start off with the sweetest milkshake you have.âÂ
since that night at the diner he would often show up on fridays, sit on the same stool, and order the same thing. if he didnât order the same thing, heâd ask you for any recommendations. whatever you told him to get, heâd get it and completely finish it.Â
gradually you began to warm up to him. it blossomed into a sweet genuine friendship. after that checkpoint, he would wait for you to finish your shift, and walk you out.Â
when your friendship developed into something deeperâsomething moreâhe knew he had it good. he was so smitten, anyone who saw you two could tell.Â
your first date happened after he came to the diner one night.Â
âwhat can i get for you?â you asked him with a cheeky smile, leaning over the counter with your elbows on the table. he takes it as his sign to also lean his elbows over the counter, mirroring your stance.
satoruâs head slightly tilts playfully, eyes briefly landing on your lips before landing on your eyes again.Â
a pause.Â
âa date.â
it took him only a single date to ask you out because he knew before the first one that you were the one.Â
now
âdaddy was mean to mommy?â your son asked, an extremely worried and shocked look on his face.Â
you gently laugh before settling into a smile but satoru has a big frown on his face.
satoru puts his hand on top of your son's head, âwell, daddy was an idiot, i was just trying to impress your mommy,â he explains.
âdaddy is a jerk!â your daughter then speaks, and satoruâs jaw drops. youâre trying to contain your laughter as satoru stands up and grabs both of your kids off the couch, throwing them over his shoulders as they squeal. your daughter lets go of the scrapbook you made, but you catch it just before it hits the ground.Â
you gently place it over the coffee table as you follow your husband up the stairs to the kids rooms.Â
theyâre both squealing when satoru puts them both in their respective beds.Â
you watch silently from the door as he kneels between both beds to whisper something to the kids and your heart leaps as you watch their eyes light up. just like their father. he kisses them each on the forehead as he tucks them into their beds.Â
âmommy! we want your kiss too,â your son says. you walk over and give them both loud forehead pecks.Â
youâre so incredibly happy with your little family.Â
satoru stands up from his kneeling position to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around you.Â
âgoodnight my little angels. sleep well, youâll need energy tomorrow for the aquarium,â he tells them sweetly.Â
you turn on their night light before turning off the room light, âand donât forget, mommy and daddy are here if you need anything,â you remind them.Â
âokay mommy,â you hear your babies say.Â
you shut the door and head to your room.Â
satoru is on you in seconds.Â
his hands move from your waist to your rear as he peppers kisses all over your face, and neck. you sigh happily into him as you wrap your arms around him.Â
he gives you a squeeze, and he swallows the moan that releases out of you in a passionate, and longing kiss.Â
âmissed you so much,â he admits in between kisses. satoru had been away for two weeks for some out-of-state games, but he would call, text, and facetime you every chance he got. heâd call first thing in the morning as soon as he would wake up, while he was getting ready, during breaks at practice, before a game (always before a game), after a game (you watched every single game), on his way back to his hotel, right before bed, and even in his sleep heâd ask to stay on the phone.Â
youâre a bit embarrassed to admit to how many times you two had phone sex during the away games that you couldnât go to.Â
before you had kids, he would take you everywhere with him, and while that is still somewhat the case. the children have school so it's a bit harder to manage to travel with him.Â
âme too âtoru,â you moaned, your tone earning a tiny whine from him.
âdonât do that," he starts "you know what calling me that does to me.â
he leans in to capture your lips again, but youâre leaning away. satoru pulls you closer in an attempt to kiss you again, but you refuse again.
you settle with a quick peck on the lips.
âwe need to go to bed too because we have to be up earlier.â you remind him, and heâs smiling at you, âi know whatâll put you to sleep.â
you playfully push him off, âthat's what you said right before i got pregnant with our second child,â you joke.Â
heâs trailing after you like a puppy into the restroom as you ready yourself for bed, âmaybe i want a third child,â he challenges and you look at him through the reflection in the mirror.Â
you take in the serious look on his face, and you stand straighter at his admission.Â
â'toruââ you start before he cuts in, âiâm retiring,â he starts, âi want to focus on our family. basketball is great, but itâs not my life. you are. after we win finals, im retiring.âÂ
you turn to him completely, and pull him into a strong hug. âI love you,â you gently admit. âI love you so much more, you have no idea,â he tells you, wrapping you in his arms. he engulfed you in his safety.
you share a moment of silence, before satoru ruins the moment.Â
âIâm telling the kids you stalked me and secretly took pictures of me,â you pinch him.Â
âOw!â
BONUS ŕ Ë
your parents had convinced you to try out for the cheerleading team in high school. and you did.Â
it was on a sunny afternoon, every school sports team imaginable was outside in the field. even the basketball team. they were doing their laps around the track field, which circled the current patch of grass that was hosting the cheerleader tryouts.Â
âalright everyone, let's get ready for toe touches,â the captain announced enthusiastically. youâre a little distracted when you briefly make eye contact with a certain white-haired boy from across the field then you remember where you are and what was just said. you felt a little out of place, âiâm sorry,â you started, âwhat are toe touââ
âready? okay!â she shouted.Â
you stand dumbfounded in the middle. however, you soon find out what a toe touch is as the girl beside you launches her foot into your face, knocking your head back from the force and collision. the impact is unexpected and the girls gasp.Â
youâre too busy on the ground to realize a certain boy also created his own commotion on the track field when he collided with his best friend, sending them both to the ground because of his momentary distraction.Â
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Spencer Reid x Shy bau!reader: trying to work together.
cw: drabble, fluff, fools in love, mutual pining, youâre both in love and you both canât see it.
Youâre stuck alone in a small kidâs bedroom, pink pillows and princess bedsheets, toys all over the room along with books thrown on the floor, a broken window and a missing plush, youâre supposed to be investigating, but itâs almost like the presence of each other is just too distracting.
The team knows how your two feel for each other even without words needed, the glances you give at each other, the mutual pining thatâs been going for months, theyâre a bunch of profilers, they see it, and you two are profilers too, you should see it. But you donât, which led to being put together in cases more times than you could count.
âReid.â You nod for him to come closer, he does, but not after fumbling with a small toy on his hands, almost letting it fall in the process before putting it on its rightful place on the little girlâs shelf.
When heâs next to you, hands clammy on his gloves, suddenly sweatier than they were, taking just a few more steps without realising and suddenly the room feels tight, youâre both really close to each other, he can see the light flush on your cheeks but brushes it off for another different reason, maybe you have allergies or something, who knows?
âI f â found this.â You smile briefly before raising the it up on his face, a glass shard with hints of blood.
Spencer nods, mostly staring at your face than anything else as you look at him expectantly, clearing his throat before speaking.
âYeah it⌠has blood in it, thatâs â thatâs good for the case.â He pulls out a plastic ziplock bag, handing it to you so you can place it there, closing it for you in the process.
âLetâs just hope itâs the unsubâs.â You flash him another smile again, he nods one more time with you.
You both stay silent, heâs looking over at you and you at him, his body towers over yours, you can feel your heart beating consistently, he parts his lips as if heâs about to say something, but youâre both interrupted by Hotch calling you.
âWe should â We shouldâŚâ you point towards the door.
âYeah, letâs just.. go.â He nods, you walk away in front of him, he follows behind you.
When youâre both back at the bau, youâre talking to JJ and heâs on the other side of the room, sitting in front of Morgan, staring at you, because he really doesnât know how but he just canât get you off his mind. He sips on his coffee, Derek notices where his gaze is thrown at, one of his eyebrow raises, itâs almost like youâre too blind to realise what heâs looking at.
âPretty boy,â Morgan smirks, Spencer turns his gaze right to you. âGo to her.â
âWhat? No thatâs⌠sheâs talking to JJ, Iâm just not gonna go to her and..â heâs quickly interrupted by the man in front of him, whoâs clearly skeptical.
âJust go, man.â Derek grabs his mug of coffee, slowly pushing him to him before sitting down.
Spencer finds himself walking towards you, gulping nervously as you turn to him, his eyes going to yours before going down to your other features, the soft plush of your lips, your cheeks, the hair that frames your face.
âHi.â He speaks, JJ raises an eyebrow, turning to you.
âHey.â You respond, itâs simple, a single word just like him, the blonde understands and makes a move to leave you two.
âWould you⌠would you uhm..â he sighs, gripping on to the hem of his sweater. âWould you like to grab lunch with me?â
You turn red almost immediately, turning silent in the process, Spencer slightly frowns, waiting for your answer, itâs been just thirteen seconds and heâs already thinking this is a bad idea, fourteen and youâre still quiet, fifteen, heâs starting to think you donât even like him and then finally seventeen until you answer.
âYes, I ââ You chuckle, a bright smile showing from your lips. âI would love that.â
He smiles with you, extends his hand for you to grab it, you do, fingers locking with his in a heartwarming motion, taking slow steps to the exit.
âSo, what would you like to eat?â You ask as you keep walking to the elevator.
âWhatever you want to.â
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would you consider a part 2 to be the best?
maybe everyone realises reader making an effort and she starts to get closer at team bonding nights etc. then gets angry and thinks everyone will go back to hating her but happy ending
Hiiii - so I hope you enjoy this - I might make another part, I might not - I'm not quite sure
Be The Best part 3
AWFC x Reader
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3
Description: R joins the team on a trip to the cinema
Word Count: 4.4k
Deciding what to wear â it seemed like such a simple task, yet it was the one thing consuming your thoughts. It was more than just picking an outfit; it felt like the key to unlocking your entire evening. If you could just figure out what to wear, then maybe everything else would follow. The outfit could set the tone, give you confidence, and make you feel ready to face whatever was coming your way. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself, over and over, as if the right choice of clothes could somehow solve all your other problems too. The pressure to get it right was overwhelming, as if choosing the perfect outfit would magically make everything else fall into place.
But it wasnât even a special occasion â it was just the cinema. A casual, relaxed outing, nothing crazy, nothing formal. Just the cinema. You were going to watch a movie, sit in the dark for a couple of hours, and maybe grab a snack or two. No big deal. It wasnât like you were going to a fancy dinner or an important meeting. Just the cinema.
And yet, it wasnât just the cinema. It was the cinema with your friends, work colleagues, people you have definitely bullied at times. You knew you had to strike a delicate balance â casual, but not too casual; relaxed, but still put together. It wasnât simply about the clothes. It was about perception, about how the others would see you and what they would think. Every choice seemed to carry a weight that extended far beyond fabric and fashion. Would they notice if you were too dressed up, standing out like you were trying too hard? Or would they judge you if you were too laid-back, as if you didnât care at all?
For most people, it was just a routine outing, something they had done countless times. But for you, it was uncharted territory, an experience youâd only heard about or seen in movies themselves. The idea of sitting in a dark theatre, surrounded by others, watching a story unfold on a massive screen â this was completely new. You didnât know the unspoken rules, the social cues that everyone else seemed to take for granted. How were you supposed to act? What was the right amount of enthusiasm or restraint?
And what about conversation? That was another minefield altogether. You knew the basic rule: no talking during the film. That part seemed straightforward enough. But what about before the film started, when everyone was finding their seats, shuffling in with popcorn and drinks? Was there a right way to initiate small talk in those brief moments of dimmed lights and hushed voices? Should you comment on the previews, ask about their day, or maybe even crack a light joke to ease any tension? Or would it be better to keep it simple, just a casual greeting before settling into the silence? The uncertainty gnawed at you, making it difficult to predict how you should approach those moments.
And then there was the aftermath, the part that seemed the most daunting of all. What would you talk about after the film ended? How do people usually transition from the intensity of the movie back to regular conversation? Should you start with your thoughts on the film, maybe offer an opinion or ask for theirs? But what if your opinions didnât match? What if you missed a key detail, or your interpretation was off? Would you come across as clueless or out of touch? You didnât want to be the one who misread the mood, who either overanalysed every scene or brushed off the film too casually.
What if they didnât want to talk to you? That fear was the heaviest of all, lurking in the back of your mind and casting a shadow over everything else. Leah had promised that you were welcome to attend the team bonding event, insisting that it would be a good opportunity to relax and connect away from the pressures of the football field. But did they really want you there? Was her invitation genuinely extended on behalf of the entire team, or was it just a polite gesture, something she felt obligated to offer? The thought gnawed at you, making you second-guess every detail of the evening.
You had been so mean to them for so long â too long, really. Screaming had been your only form of communication, your voice always raised, always harsh, leaving no room for warmth or understanding. It was as if yelling was the only way you knew how to convey your thoughts, your frustrations, your demands.
Images of Kyraâs terrified eyes flashed across your mind, haunting you in those quiet moments when the noise of the day had finally died down. You remembered the way she would flinch whenever you called her name, her eyes wide and fearful, as if bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught. It wasnât just once or twice â no, those moments were all too frequent, etched into the fabric of your daily routine. You could almost hear the echo of your own voice, sharp and cutting, as you berated her for the smallest mistakes, things that now seemed so insignificant in hindsight.
You had changed four times already, each outfit a different attempt to strike the right balance, to somehow capture the perfect blend of casual yet polished, approachable yet confident. Each time you thought youâd found the right look, doubt crept in, nagging at the edges of your mind until you found yourself back at the mirror, scrutinising every detail. First, it was joggers and T-shirt â too casual, you decided, too close to something youâd wear lounging around the house, not quite right for an evening where you wanted to make a better impression. Then came the one dress you owned â simple, comfortable, but suddenly it felt too much, as if you were trying too hard, the exact opposite of what you wanted.
You tried again, opting for a more relaxed outfit, a sweater and a pair of tailored pants, thinking this might strike the right chord. But as you stood there, looking at yourself, the reflection staring back seemed off, like you were wearing someone elseâs clothes. You looked like you were going into a business meeting. It didnât feel like you, or at least not the version of yourself you wanted to present tonight. So you changed again, this time into something more middle-ground, some baggy jeans and a top. But even then, you couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât quite right.
As you stood there in front of the mirror, surrounded by discarded outfits strewn across the bed, you wondered if maybe the clothes werenât the real issue. Maybe it was the fact that no matter what you wore, you couldnât escape the history you carried with you, the reputation you had built, and the uncertainty of whether any outfit could really make a difference in how you were perceived.
Your phone buzzed on the desk, the familiar vibration cutting through the thick fog of your thoughts. The sound startled you, pulling you out of the endless loop of doubt and second-guessing that had been consuming your mind for what felt like hours. You glanced over and saw the screen light up with your alarm, its insistent tone a stark reminder that time had finally run out. There was no more room for deliberation, no more opportunity to agonise over every detail.
It took you longer than expected to get to the cinema, your nerves slowing you down at every turn. The streets seemed unfamiliar, the route winding through a part of town that you rarely ventured into. As you navigated through the maze of side roads and intersections, you couldn't help but notice how different this area felt from your usual haunts. It was quieter, more residential, with an air of nostalgia that hung in the evening breeze. The buildings here had a certain charm, with their old-fashioned storefronts and quaint cafĂŠs, each one exuding a sense of history that made you feel like you had stepped back in time.
When you finally arrived at the cinema, it wasnât what you had expected. You had envisioned something sleek and modern, a polished building with neon lights and a buzzing crowd. Instead, you found yourself standing in front of a place that felt like a hidden gem, tucked away from the busier parts of the city. The cinema was smaller, more intimate, and as you approached, you were struck by its unexpected charm. The exterior was unassuming, with a classic marquee that displayed the film titles in black letters against a white backdrop, the lights around it softly glowing in the dimming light.
Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting, a far cry from the sterile, impersonal theatre you had walked past as a kid. It was cute â more retro than you had anticipated, with an ambiance that immediately put you at ease. The plush blue seats lined the aisles, each one a deep, rich shade that contrasted beautifully with the cream-colored walls. The seats looked like they had been carefully maintained, their upholstery soft and welcoming, as if they had been chosen for comfort rather than just practicality. The walls, with their creamy tones, added to the sense of warmth, their subtle detailing suggesting a bygone era when cinemas were more than just places to watch a film â they were places to experience something special.
"Hey, I'm glad you could make it," Kim said softly when she saw you arrive, her voice warm and welcoming. There was something genuine in her tone, a sincerity that caught you slightly off guard. It was as if she truly meant it, as if your presence was something she had been hoping for rather than just politely acknowledging. Her smile was gentle, her eyes reflecting a kindness that made you pause for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
You had been so wrapped up in your own anxieties, so convinced that your arrival would be met with indifference â or worse, thinly veiled discomfort â that her friendly greeting threw you off balance. For a split second, you hesitated, searching for the right words, something casual and appropriate to say in return. But nothing came out. Instead, you grimaced awkwardly back at her, your lips twisting into a half-hearted smile that you knew looked forced.
It was as though your body had betrayed you, refusing to cooperate in this moment of unexpected kindness. You could feel the tension in your shoulders, the way your jaw tightened as you struggled to mirror the warmth in Kimâs voice with an expression that didnât come naturally to you. Inside, you were cringing at your own inability to respond with the same ease, the same natural friendliness that Kim seemed to embody so effortlessly.
Your grimace felt clumsy, a stark contrast to her welcoming demeanour. It was as if all the insecurities you had been trying to suppress suddenly bubbled up to the surface, making it impossible to relax and just be in the moment. You worried that Kim could see through your awkwardness, that she might pick up on the discomfort you were trying so hard to mask. Would she interpret it as reluctance? As a sign that you didn't really want to be there? The thought made your stomach twist, amplifying the awkwardness of the situation.
But Kim, ever gracious, didnât let it faze her. She continued to smile, her eyes softening with understanding, as if she sensed your unease but chose not to dwell on it. Her kindness was unwavering, a quiet reassurance that perhaps, despite your own self-doubt, you were more welcome than you realised. âI think youâre the last one to arrive.â
âSorry, it took longer than I thought to get here,â you said, your voice tinged with an apologetic edge as you finally caught up with Kim. You tried to sound casual, but the nerves were evident in the way you fumbled with your words. Your gaze flickered around the room, searching for something to latch onto to avoid the awkwardness of the moment.
âNo worries,â Kim replied with a reassuring smile, her tone light and understanding. âWas there much traffic?â
âUh, no,â you began, your voice wavering slightly. You cleared your throat, trying to steady your nerves. âI mean, there wasnât much traffic. I just â I've, Iâve just not been here before, so âŚâ You trailed off, the words sputtering out like a car sputtering to a halt. The sentence hung in the air, unfinished and awkward.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. It wasnât just the unfamiliarity of the location that threw you off; it was the whole social aspect of the evening that felt out of place.
âHey, you came!â Leah shouted from across the lobby, her voice ringing out with a burst of enthusiasm that cut through the low murmur of conversation. The suddenness of her greeting was a relief, taking the spotlight off Kim and saving her from having to respond to your earlier, awkward attempt at small talk. Leahâs energy seemed to fill the space, her bright smile and warm manner making it clear that she was genuinely pleased to see you.
âHi,â you whispered back, the word barely escaping your lips as you struggled to match her enthusiasm with your own shaky confidence. You felt a pang of awkwardness, compounded by the realisation that you were still adjusting to the surroundings
Leah, unfazed by your quiet response, continued with her upbeat tone. âDo you want to grab some snacks before you go in?â
Snacks? The word hit you like a revelation. You had always thought of the cinema as a place where people just sat in darkened rooms and watched movies, perhaps grabbing a quick drink from a vending machine if they were really desperate. But the idea of having snacks felt almost revolutionary. The concept of indulging in something edible during a film was so foreign to you that you blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard.
You looked around, taking in the lobbyâs setup with new eyes. It was bustling with people moving toward a counter where a variety of snacks were displayed. The counter was an array of tempting options: large tubs of buttery popcorn and colourful sweets. The whole scene seemed like an elaborate concession to comfort, something you had never considered part of the cinema experience before.
Alessia, who had joined Leah in welcoming you, turned to you with a warm smile. âWhatâs your go-to?â she asked, her tone inviting and friendly. Her curiosity seemed genuine, and it made you feel a bit more at ease.
You hesitated, glancing at the array of snacks before you, feeling a bit overwhelmed. âI donât know,â you admitted, your uncertainty evident. The variety of choices seemed almost overwhelming, and you werenât sure where to start.
Alessia laughed lightly, a sound that was both comforting and disarming. âAh, a âsee how you feelâ kind of person,â she said, nodding knowingly as if she understood your approach. Her laughter and casual attitude made it clear that she wasnât judging you, but rather finding your indecision endearing.
âUm, no,â you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed as you tried to explain. âIâve not been to the cinema before.â The admission felt awkward, and you braced yourself for whatever reaction might follow.
Alessia stared at you, her eyes widening in shock. âWhat do you mean?â she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. âSurely you went growing up? I know we donât have much time now, but still.â
You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of your admission feeling heavier under Alessiaâs surprised gaze. âUh, no. My, uh, my dad said it was a waste of time,â you said, your voice trailing off. The memory of your fatherâs dismissive attitude made you feel vulnerable, as if you were exposing a part of your past that was uncomfortable to revisit.
Alessiaâs surprise was palpable, her mouth forming a small âOâ as she processed what you had just revealed. Her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the information. It was as if the notion of someone never having been to the cinema before was a concept so foreign that it took her a moment to fully grasp it. Her reaction was a blend of shock and genuine curiosity, making you feel even more self-conscious.
You could feel your face flush with embarrassment as you watched her reaction unfold. The realisation that you had just divulged a personal detail about your upbringing â a detail that seemed to have left such an impact on Alessia â made you mentally kick yourself. Why couldnât you have just gone along with her question, given a generic answer, and avoided this awkward revelation altogether?
As Alessiaâs initial shock gave way to a more empathetic expression, you mentally berated yourself for not just playing along. She could almost hear the internal dialogue in your head: âWhy did I have to be so honest? Why couldnât I just say I like popcorn or candy and leave it at that?â You bit your lip, hard, gasping slightly at the familiar pain.
But as you watched Alessiaâs expression soften into one of understanding, you also noticed the subtle shift in her stance. She seemed genuinely concerned and determined to make sure you felt comfortable. Her initial shock had transformed into a compassionate response, as if she was now more committed than ever to ensuring that your first cinema experience was enjoyable and welcoming.
âWell, usually I go for some popcorn,â Alessia said with a casual shrug, her tone easy and conversational. âBut I decided on Pick ânâ Mix today.â She paused, as if considering the options and her own choice. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and excitement, reflecting a genuine enthusiasm for the variety of treats on offer. âIf you get some popcorn, we could share?â she suggested, her offer smooth and natural, as though it were the most effortless thing in the world.
âY-you want to share?â you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. The shock in your tone was palpable, your words tinged with disbelief. The notion that Alessia, someone who had been so kind and welcoming, would offer to share something as simple as popcorn with you felt almost surreal. The gesture seemed magnified by your own insecurities and the weight of your past interactions with her
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You stood there, momentarily taken aback, struggling to reconcile Alessiaâs warmth with the harshness you remembered from your own behaviour. It was as if her kindness had momentarily suspended reality, making you question whether you deserved such a generous offer. You had been so accustomed to keeping others at a distance, to reacting defensively or with hostility, that the idea of someone reaching out to you with genuine friendliness felt foreign and unexpected.
âOf course, come on, letâs get some popcorn,â Alessia said, her smile broadening into a welcoming expression that seemed to dispel any lingering awkwardness. Her enthusiasm was infectious, a burst of positive energy that made you feel more at ease despite your earlier reservations.
Without missing a beat, she reached out and gently grabbed your elbow, her touch both firm and reassuring.
The film wasnât necessarily your choice, but as it played out on the screen, you found yourself increasingly engrossed. You never really had time for films â growing up, your father had made you watch old matches and now, as an adult, you did the same. There was something about the action, the romance, the unexpected twist at the end that drew you in and kept you close.
Sitting wedged in between Alessia and Leah wasnât too bad either. In fact, it turned out to be one of the more pleasant surprises of the evening. Alessia, seated to your right, had a laugh that was genuinely infectious. Each time something amusing or surprising happened on the screen, her laughter would bubble up â a warm, genuine sound that was impossible not to be affected by. It was the kind of laugh that seemed to fill the room with a sense of shared joy, creating a subtle but tangible bond between you and the rest of the audience. Her enthusiasm was both comforting and uplifting, making the film experience feel even more enjoyable.
Leah, on your left, contributed to the cozy atmosphere with her own unique presence. She kept up a quiet commentary throughout the film, her murmurs barely audible but filled with insightful observations and humorous remarks. Her comments were like little nuggets of insight, offering a fresh perspective on the film's twists and turns. You had expected that her talking might become distracting or irritating, but instead, it had the opposite effect. Leahâs commentary felt like a private conversation that added another layer to your viewing experience, one that was both engaging and endearing.
Rather than finding Leah's remarks bothersome, you found yourself appreciating them. Her thoughtful, almost reverent musings about the filmâs plot and characters added depth to your own viewing experience. It was as though she was sharing a part of her own enthusiasm and understanding with you, making the film feel more interactive and immersive. Each comment was delivered with a subtlety that ensured it didn't disrupt your enjoyment, but rather complemented it, adding an extra dimension to your engagement with the story.
The combination of Alessiaâs lively, infectious laughter and Leahâs quiet, reflective commentary created a perfect balance that made sitting between them a surprisingly enjoyable experience. It turned out to be a blend of energy and insight that enhanced the filmâs appeal, making the whole experience feel more communal and enjoyable.
âOh, my god. That was so good!â Stina cheered as you all left the theater, her excitement practically radiating from her. Her blonde ponytail whipped from side to side with each enthusiastic hop down the steps, creating a lively and contagious energy that seemed to spread through the group. Stinaâs reaction was a burst of pure, unfiltered enthusiasm, her voice ringing with genuine excitement about the film you had just seen.
Conversations about favourite scenes and surprising plot twists began to bubble up, each person eager to share their thoughts and opinions on the film. It was as if Stinaâs initial reaction had unlocked a wave of shared enthusiasm that everyone was eager to join in on.
âYeah, that twist at the end was incredible!â Steph chimed in, her voice laced with amazement. âI didnât see that coming at all.â The sentiment was echoed by several others, their faces animated with excitement as they recounted their favourite moments. The film had clearly struck a chord with the group, and the sense of collective satisfaction was palpable. Had this been what you were missing out on every time you declined an invite?
Before you could get too far into your head, Kim came up behind you, her shoulder gently nudging yours in a friendly, almost reassuring manner. The touch was light but deliberate, a small gesture that drew you back from your swirling thoughts and into the present moment. Her presence was warm and grounding, a reminder that you were part of a group, and her approachable demeanor made it easier to transition from the excitement of the film to the next part of the evening.
âSo, what did you think?â Kim asked, her voice filled with genuine interest. There was a subtle anticipation in her tone, an expectation that your opinion would contribute to the collective conversation.
âI liked the film. It was very good,â you responded, your voice steady but still tinged with the residual excitement from the movie. You were still processing the filmâs impact and the lively discussion that had followed, and Kimâs question provided a moment to articulate your enjoyment. It felt good to share your positive reaction, to be part of the enthusiastic response that had characterised the groupâs reactions.
Kimâs eyes brightened at your response, and she smiled with a hint of mischief. âGood enough to come to dinner with us?â she asked, her tone light and inviting.
You froze for a moment, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over you. Did Kim really want you to join them for dinner? The question seemed to echo in your mind, stirring up a flurry of anxious thoughts. The idea of continuing the evening with the group was both inviting and intimidating, and you couldnât help but question whether you truly belonged in this social setting.
A twinge of apprehension gnawed at you as you considered the possibility of making a mistake. What if you inadvertently did something wrong or said something out of turn? The fear of misstepping or failing to live up to the groupâs expectations loomed large. You imagined potential scenarios where your actions might not align with the groupâs dynamics, leading to awkwardness or discomfort.
And what if you got angry with them again? What if you ruined the night? What if you did something wrong and they kicked you off the team? A tight knot of anxiety bubbled up in your chest, making it difficult to fully embrace the invitation. The prospect of making a good impression and avoiding past mistakes felt like a significant challenge. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that Kimâs invitation was a gesture of goodwill, a sign that your presence was valued and welcomed.
âUmm, yeah, yeah, I think so,â you said, your voice gaining confidence as you spoke. âIf thatâs ok with you?â The question was as much about seeking reassurance as it was about confirming your participation. It was a polite gesture, ensuring that your presence was welcome and that you werenât imposing on the groupâs plans.
Kimâs smile widened, and she gave you a reassuring nod. âAbsolutely, itâs totally okay,â she said warmly. âWeâd love to have you join us. Itâs just a casual dinner, nothing too formal. Weâre all going to this great place nearby â should be a lot of fun!â
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FF14 Battle Portrait Tutorial
For the past few weeks I was trying to find a way to recreate the battle portrait from FF14 as there was a few characters that I want to see in that style but don't officially have one yet. I think I got it down more or less (see image below) so I thought it's a good time to share what I did.
First of all, I made a few files that would help make life a little easier. They can be grabbed here .
Note: I did use Reshade to do a bit of work at the screenshot stage to help speed up the process but the same effect can be recreated in Photoshop with a vanilla screenshot. There are a lot of tutorials on how to do comic/cartoon effect in photoshop and those would make good bases to work off of.
Step 1: Take the screenshot with the PortraitBase Shader on. I usually take two screenshots. One with "Comic" on and one with it turned off. This is so that I have more to work with if needed.
Step 2: Drag all the screenshots into photoshop and remove the background. In photoshop, arrange the layer so that the screenshot with the Comic lines visible is on top of the one with the effect off.
Step 3: Duplicate the the layer with the "comic" effect and apply Blur->Gaussian blur (radius 0.5)
Step 4: Take a look at the hair. In Eric's case, It still doesn't look blur enough to me so I used the blur tool and blurred it a bit more
Step 5: Create a new layer above the layer in the previous step and use the brush tool to start outlining the edges. Where to outline is up to you but the idea is to make edges defined so that it looks more like a drawing.
Step 6: Duplicate the outline layer and then hide that layer. Step 7: Merge everything under the outline layer. Step 8: Drag and drop the "Texture.png" into the project and Clip it to your character layer. Set the blending of the texture to "soft light". Step 9: Drag and drop the "stroke Texture.png" into the project and Clip it to your character layer. Adjust the size till you are happy then set the blending to "overlay". Step 10: Adjust the opacity settings of both texture layers until it looks good to you.
Step 11: Click on your character layer and go to image->Adjustments->Hue/Saturation (note: you will see I dragged in the official Hades portrait as a point of reference to work off of). Adjust the saturation till you are happy.
Step 12: Go to image->Adjustments->Color Balance and adjust the color till you are happy. In this example, since Eric is also wearing the Sophist robe, I tried to match that color to Hades' Sophist robe color.
Step 13: Once you are happy, drag the "Template.png" into the project and scale that to the size you want. Make sure it is completely covering the character. If it's not, you can just use paint more of it with the brush tool to extend it till it covers everything.
Step 14: Hide the "template.png" layer and select your character layer. Use the magic wand tool to select the outside of the character.
Step 15: With the selection still selected, click on the "Template.png" layer and press delete on your keyboard. You should now be left with a blank in the shape of your character.
Step 16: Drag the"Template.png" layer to be below your character layer. Then click on your character layer and clip it.
Step 17: Click on the "Template.png" layer and add a 2px stroke and shadow to it.
Step 18: Drag "Back_Deco.png" into the project and place it behind your character. Scale it till you are happy with it.
And that's it! Now you can recreate portraits for any NPCs that you want (in theory). A lot of it is also fine tuning to what you want but this should at least give you a decent base to work off of :)
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cw: light smut. minors dni. oral!f. receiving.
Your nose crinkles for a moment as the en suite bathroom door closes behind you and youâre faced with the purported love of your life, grinning widely at you from the center of a rounded marble tub.
âThe waterâs warm enough for you!â Luffy waves you over excitedly, and you know if you donât start moving quickly, heâll probably let his arms extend long enough to scoop you from that end of the room and bring you over himself. Letting your loose bathrobe slip to the ground from your shoulders, you step carefully towards him, careful for splashed water given how sloppy he can be, but you make it over there in one piece. Once at the edge of the tub, you pause as your leg swings over, then tentatively glance at him. Heâs stopped grinning by now, but his eyes are still on you, lips parted slightly as he scans over your naked body, fully distracted but positively so.
Your cheeks warm.
âHey, maybe you should let the water run first and refill it before I get in, I donât know where youâve been,â you tease to keep from being flustered, but just across from your view is the shower, and you remember distinctly being pressed up against the screen by the same person staring unabashedly at your chest right now, hot water and soap suds running down the length of both of your bodies as he fucked you thoroughly.
You know exactly where heâs been.
Luffy mercifully does not remind you - instead heâs finally snapped out of his trance and gets grabby, pulling you into the water with him, arms wrapping the length of your body twice then three times as he holds you close to him. You shriek in surprise and the water sloshes precariously out of the tub with the action, but he has you safe, just as he always does, pressing his cheek against yours as if youâre still somehow not close enough.Â
âIf you donât know where Iâve been, maybe we havenât been spending enough time together on this cruise,â he suggests.
The very idea of a pirate - technically, two now - on a luxury cruise ship is laughable, but here the two of you are, the remainder of the Straw Hats spending time in the neighboring city to recharge in their own ways. You had some reservations about getting on this ship with such a large bounty on Luffyâs head, but between Usopp and Namiâs craftiness, youâve gotten a practically perfect arrangement in a large private suite, the view of the East Blue replenishing you from early morning to late evening.
And of course, Luffy reminds you that you are loved every waking moment, which is nourishment for your soul as well.Â
âI think youâve been stuck to me like glue, just like right now,â you reply. Despite this, you kiss his forehead, repositioning yourself in his slightly loosened but still present embrace so that youâre straddling him. Unsatisfied with just that alone, he kisses your collarbone, dipping downwards until heâs got a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. You let yourself whimper a little and he looks up at you first, reading the pleasure in your expression, then lets go with a pop. His arms release, then he cups your face and kisses you.
âDo you not like it?â he asks. His voice is uncharacteristically breathy, his voice soft and sincere enough that you practically feel awful for feigning being anything more than completely enamored with him.Â
âNo, I-â
Having heard enough, he kisses you again, letting his fingers gently trail down the nape of your neck, careful not to disturb your hair pulled up into a bun. He kisses you again and again and again, each one lasting a little longer, the breaks in between a little shorter, and he pulls back finally, taking you in practically beaming, a faint blush on his cheeks.
âWash first or eat first?â he asks.
You blink.Â
âWeâre already in the bath, Luffy.â
He chuckles to himself, then his fingers slip suddenly between your legs.
âEating this.â
A finger pads gently at your clit and you bite your lip, nodding. He takes your lead, helping you lay your body back but keeping your lower half propped up close to his face so he doesnât drown in water but your pussy instead.
Soft, slow kitten licks to appetize himself and yourself, then more voraciously, the desire for more tactile sensation and stimulation satisfied by a free hand squeezing and caressing your ass in between dips of the tongue and swallows.
Generous enough to make sure he satisfies you first, making sure you cum on his face so that he can suck the salty sweetness down further, he lets you rest against his chest for a moment before youâre back to the actual washing portion of this bath, rubbing soap suds all over each other, a process that is half love and worship, half playful, and 100% you.
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Moments later, after youâve toweled off and Luffyâs ordered a concerning amount of room service which you know will only last him about an hour until he starts prowling around for the buffet, youâre staring out at the sea and thinking about your hometown.
You never thought youâd fall in love with the sea the way you are now, but there are a lot of things you didnât expect for yourself at this point in time.
â___, if you donât come here and have something, Iâm gonna eat all of it and youâre going to be mad.â
Heâs not wrong, and you return to him on the bed, crossing your legs as you reach over for a bite. Heâs eating with both hands, quickly as though he was storing for the winter, but he slows once youâve rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.Â
âEverything okay?â
He puts down a wing to rest his hand on your knee, leaning his head atop yours on his shoulder.
âPerfect even.â
âMm.â
He continues eating, at some point pushing a bread roll into your mouth that practically has you sputter, but you swallow it down and kiss him.
âI love you,â you say first.
And he grins. âI know.â
Knocking your forehead gently against the side of his head, you grumble. âWell?â
âOf course, I love you too. More probably.â
Your mouth opens and closes as he continues to chew nonchalantly.
âNot more,â you insist.
His dark eyes are bright as he grins widely and assures you, âMore than you could ever know.â
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âËâšălook my way, youâre what i crave | gojo satoru
wc: 2.6k
summary: you and gojo made a promise to yuuji.
contains: f!reader in mind but no pronouns used, food trip/taste-testing, many food descriptions, a little bit of (playful) jealousy, pouty gojo, yuuji calls reader sensei, established relationship (but no label).
a/n: a small extra scene that takes place some time between col 2.5 and col 3! not a food expert nor am i japanese, so food descriptions are just based off first-hand experience and some research iâve managed to do! there are some switches in povs (gojo-reader-gojo) but i tried to keep it as distinct as possible! this is also my birthday gift for you, niku @stellamancer!! thank you for sharing this idea with me and for loving the col couple as much as i do!!
collection masterlist: conversations on love 2.5. and my body keeps saying (it's yours) <- you are here -> 03. so this is what it means to be in love + (extended scene) too good to be mine
âLosingâ isnât a word in Gojoâs vocabulary.Â
If it is, itâs usually addressed to the other party.Â
Heâs been a winner ever since he was born, two blue eyes and an extra four hidden, holding power that manifests itself only once every few centuries. Some argue that he was born for that reason: to win, without doubt, incontestably.Â
And he supposes, most of it is trueâwhich is why he canât believe the loss heâs feeling right now, standing in front of the Daifuku stall across from you.Â
Never in his entire life did Gojo ever anticipate himself losing to anything. But with the way youâd casually nodded off, signaled so nonchalantly that youâd follow him but clearly didnâtâit has his head turning, finding you midbite a singular, shared stick of Yakitori.
He thinks he might have just experienced his first loss.Â
And the victor is none other than Itadori Yuuji.Â
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You made a promise to Yuuji.Â
Back when he was still up for execution by virtue of being Sukunaâs vessel, youâd laid your confidence in Gojo.Â
âSensei, do you really think itâs possible?â he asks, voice hesitant but eyes tinged with hope. You were discussing the ways his execution could go downâif it even will go down.Â
Shokoâs always pointed out that the most dangerous thing about you is hope, and how you hold onto it so deeply that you pass it onto others like a disease, spreading it to seep into skin and bones.
Gojo calls it your hidden technique, the trump card you pull out when everyoneâs knocked down, spirits low. Itâs what sets you apart, he thinks, how youâre able to survive in a world that serves as an antithesis to the values you hold.Â
âIf Satoru said to leave it up to him, heâll find a way,â you answer immediately, like youâve known it all this time, experienced it first-handâa memory. Then you add, an affirmation that sounds so close to fact, it reassures him, âhe always does.âÂ
âLetâs go to Osaka and eat all the street food when everythingâs done.â Â
You made a promise to Yuuji, and here you are now, with Gojo, keeping it.Â
The streets of Osaka are bustling, crowded pretty much any time of the yearâcarts of all sorts of street food lined up with restaurants hidden in every corner. Neon banners and LED signs light up overhead, a twinkling food heaven reflected in Yuujiâs eyes.Â
It must be his first time here, you surmise, because heâs looking at every food stall like heâs ready to devour. You glance at Gojo, hands tucked in his pockets with his blindfold sitting snugly on his face. His presence is bright, blending in with the light, and he turns his head to you slightly, flashing you a small smile.Â
You tell yourself the warmth you feel is because of the heat radiating from all the vendorsâ stoves.Â
âSensei, what do you want to try first?â Yuuji interrupts your train of thought, but youâre sure he doesnât mean to. Heâs just excited, and his energy has always been infectious, spreading to both Gojo and you.Â
Gojo isnât too big a fan of savory things, so you know youâre going to end up having to choose. You take a look around you to survey each stall, before turning back to Yuuji with a plan on how exactly youâre going to eat and conquer.Â
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Gojo watchesâthe way you zig-zag across the street, following Yuuji as he walks up to each vendor. Itâs both amusing and endearing seeing you being just as, if not more, enthralled at all the savory options in front of you.Â
Between the two of you, heâs always had the sweet tooth, so it tickles something in him that even when you donât, your food-tasting game plan still consists of alternating savory-sweet-savory food.
Yuujiâs first pick is of course, Okonomiyaki, an iconic must-have in Osaka. He orders one piece at first, but you insist on two, knowing that the boy is more than capable of finishing a single one on his own. On the frying sheet lie columns of the pancakesâa simple mixture of flour, eggs, and cabbageâfried and coated in flavors bursting of sweet, savory, and smoky. The lady vendor is generous with the toppings and sauce she pours over it, packing the two pancakes in separate plastic containers before handing one to you and the other to Yuuji.
You turn back to find Gojo a few steps behind you, so you beckon him closer.
âLetâs share,â you whisper, once he sidles up next to you. The plastic crinkles in your hand as you try to slice a piece, Yuujiâs muffled âwhoahâ heard from the side.Â
You blow on the slice, lips shaped into a small âoâ; he doesnât want to stare, not with Yuuji right there and neither of you having made anything official yetâ
âbut this is really tempting him to kiss you.Â
He doesnât know if you can tellâany hint of his desire concealed by his blindfold, but you shove the slice right to his lips. And while it isnât graceful at all, with the sauce probably smeared all over his mouth, itâs a good distraction from how much he wants you instead of the food right now.Â
The texture of the Okonomiyaki hits right every time, the crunchy and creamy combination providing a great contrast that complements how sweet and savory it is. The bite you take after his has your expression mirroring Yuujiâs, and he takes out his phone to capture this memory.
âGowo-shunsheh! Tek a shulfeh!â Yuuji shouts, mouth still full as he lifts his fingers up into a peace sign. You grin, ear-to-ear, evidence of your happy tummy; he wants to pinch your cheeks.Â
âOkay, copy!â he raises his phone up at an angle, fingers hovering over the volume button as he grips the edges, âready! 1âŚ2âŚ3⌠say Okonomiyaki!âÂ
Only Yuuji shouts it, and when Gojo reviews the photo, youâre halfway through a fallen smileâface contorting into disbelief that he said something that cringey, in typical, loud, Gojo fashion too.
âHey!â he points out, zooming into your face in the photo, âAgain! Youâre not smiling!âÂ
You shoot him a look.Â
âWe can try it with a .5 this time, the kids love it these days.â he suggests, flipping the phone and gathering you and Yuuji closer.Â
He takes two photos: one with flash and one without, and the moment he counts down, you mumble right by his ear to please not say âOkonomiyakiâ when you have to smileâhe chuckles.Â
And he says it again. Both times.Â
You expected no less, but at least you tried.Â
âYou should be our human tripod next time,â you tell him, letting Yuuji go ahead.Â
The photos look good, with you tiptoeing as you balance a hand on Gojoâs shoulder, Yuuji at the back with his hands raised, holding the empty plastic that used to house his Okonomiyaki.
âKnew you were just using me,â he pouts, hand reaching behind to rest at your lower back.Â
Itâs been the subtleties with him this trip, tonight especially.Â
âYep,â you play along, smiling oh-so-sweetly, âI knew those freakishly long arms were good for something.âÂ
Before he can retort with something cheesy, along the lines of: âto hold youâ or âto hug you in your sleepâ, you move away, catching up to Yuuji.Â
Your pick, for Gojo, is Taiyaki. Itâs not his favorite thing to eat, but itâs sweet, and is still a good, nostalgic dessert, youâd like to think. Batter is poured all over the fish molds before being filled with the red bean filling. Then, after a few minutes of waiting, it pops out perfectly, ready to be eaten by the three of you. You ask for two again, only because this time, you know Gojo can finish one whole.Â
But when his eyes land on the Taiyaki youâre biting from and he realizes very quickly that it isnât his, he feels a pinch.Â
It's a good thing the crunchy outside and soft, full inside of the Taiyaki is enough to make him shrug off the feeling. For now.
As the food trip goes on, you end up in many more stallsâ
âa Takoyaki one, where Yuujiâs âoooâsâ and âaaaâsâ are heard every time the balls are flipped and formed. The cooking on it is perfect, the pieces of octopus sitting just right with enough bite as flavors of soy and Worcestershire come through in its glaze. Gojo only eats one from the set of six that you ordered, and he wishes he just waited, because now Yuuji is eating half of the last one you couldn't finish.Â
âa Kushikatsu one, deep fried beef and vegetables coated in crispy, crunchy breadcrumbs and dipped in Tonkatsu sauce. Yuuji ends up finishing three whole sticks, while you manage to eat one. Itâs an animated conversation between the two of you that Gojo canât seem to insert himself into. A part of him feels a little pathetic now, tailing you both like a dog, but he just wants a little bit more of your attention.Â
âa Soba shop (not so much a stall) that serves amazing Cold Soba he definitely isnât missing out on. Yuuji is practically buzzing, excited for anything noodles; itâs the main reason youâd suggested Osaka in the first place. He ducks in the shop last, Yuuji first with you in the middle, and when you settle in your seat right beside him, he snickers endearingly. Gojo can see everything, youâre reminded of that everyday and in moments like this especially. Right now, it's the way you sigh as soon as you release the top button of your pants immediately.
You pout at him as youâre served an order each, the dipping sauce in small ceramic as the noodles lie in bamboo boxes. Itâs refreshing and light, just the right balance of sweet and savory; the buckwheat noodles have a lovely bite to them, not at all mushy. When he glances at you, halfway through your bowl, he can tell that youâre already full.Â
But just as he offers to finish yoursâ
âSensei, are you going to finish that?âÂ
âthereâs Yuuji.
You shake your head, pushing your bowl towards him; Gojo feels that pinch returning.Â
A few good minutes of walking find you on the way to another stallâ
âa Yakitori one that Yuuji practically skips to, as if he didnât just finish a bowl and a half of Cold Soba, three sticks of Kushikatsu, three and a half pieces of Takoyaki, a half of one Taiyaki, and a whole order of Okonomiyaki.
Gojo decides to sit this one out, eyeing the Daifuku stand across the street. Heâs gone here plenty of times before, but never with youâand if there's anything he wants you to try out here, it's fresh, special mochi, all soft and delectable, delicate in the way its decorated.
He takes off his blindfold, ruffling his hair. With Yuuji having gone ahead, itâs just the two of you.Â
âIâm going to buy Daifuku, thereâs a special one I want you to taste,â he whispers excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
The expression on your face is the last thing he was expecting.Â
Your eyes are dazed, half-lidded, almost like youâre sleepy, and you blink at him twice before youâre able to fully process what he just said. You could be having a food coma right now, just standing.Â
âOh, okay,â you hum, nodding as you smile, dopey, âIâll follow.âÂ
He considers just waiting for a bit, because he wants you to go with him. But you insist and shoo him away, telling him that the Daifuku might run out by the time Yuuji reaches the front of the Yakitori line.
So he goes, and maybe itâs a little petty, and immature, and stupid-silly, but he hates how this entire food trip has felt like a battle for your attention between him and Yuuji.Â
Even though heâs probably the only one who feels it.
So itâs one-sided. Definitely.Â
And heâs losing. Terribly.Â
Each individual piece of Daifuku looks majestic, pink mochi with red bean filling, sliced in the middle to leave room for a whole syrup-glazed strawberry. He orders two boxes to bring back home and an extra two pieces, one for the two of you to share and the other for Yuuji.Â
Gojoâs mouth is watering and he really wants to take a bite already, but you arenât anywhere near him. So when he turns around and spots you, mid-chew on the last few bites your stomach can take from that shared Yakitori stickâhe feels that pinch again. Because throughout this trip, all youâd done was split savory food with Yuuji, and all he wanted was a bit more attention, sharing half-bites with you.Â
When you finally meet his eyes across the street, signature blue amidst bright reds and neon greens, heâs pouting, and he hopes heâs making it very obvious that he wants (needs) you to go to him.Â
Your eyes widen before crossing the street, Yuuji right on your heel.Â
âWhoah, Gojo Sensei! That looks good!â Yuujiâs voice booms, earning a few looks.
Gojo holds one Daifuku on each hand, the other two boxes tucked in a plastic bag hanging by his elbow.Â
âItâs their special one!â He smiles at Yuuji, handing it over.Â
You look at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you watch him closelyâhow his smile doesnât really reach his eyes.Â
Once Yuuji moves out of earshot, his series of âmmmâsâ blending in with the bustle of market chatter, you face Gojo and open your mouth wide, âAaaah,âÂ
Gojo doesnât move for the first few seconds, but you meet in the middle eventually, his hand inching towards feeding you while you move your head closer. He keeps his palm open under your chin, cupping it to serve as a catch tray for any filling that might spill out.Â
Thereâs something about the look of you, half-sleepy and asking to be fed, that makes him feel warm and fuzzyâlike that pinching feeling earlier never existed. Like heâd gladly do this everyday if you asked for it.Â
The soft, plush exterior of the mochi touches your lips, and you bite, the filling oozing out just enough for you to get a good portion of it. Flavors of red bean and strawberry hit your palate, and the filling doesnât leak, but the syrup coating the strawberry catches onto your nose when you move away.Â
At the tip of your nose is a shiny red spot, glistening under the busy lights. The expression on your face is pleased, contentâyour head doing that side-to-side sway whenever you like the taste of something.Â
âMmm,â you smile at him, âitâs yummy.âÂ
And he doesnât know what it is, if itâs the look youâre giving him, or if it's something in the air tonight, but he feels warm and full and still very much like he wants to kiss you.Â
So he decides, damn all the passersby.
He does one quick scan around him, making sure that Yuuji, at the very least, is away from the immediate vicinity. And when itâs all clear, he leans in.Â
Gojo kisses you on the nose in the middle of a busy street food road, and his lips are soft, almost feather-light, swooping in quickly before anyone can notice. Youâre stunned into silence, but the moment you come to, heâs already swiped the strawberry syrup off you.Â
His cheeks are starting to turn pink, the sides of his neck already as red as the signs on the food stalls. And he can tell you feel it too, with the way your sleepiness seems to have faded into what now looks like surprise.
Still cute though.
(Always will be, in his eyes).Â
So, âlosingâ isnât really a word in Gojoâs vocabulary.Â
But if it is, he thinks heâd gladly lose to you.Â
(Still not to Yuuji though. He maybe still has to keep an eye out for that one).
thank you notes: to niku for being there always!! from answering my questions, brainstorming together, and just all-around everything!! col wouldn't be what it is now without you!! i love u, i hope i gave your love for food justice, niku!
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated âĄ
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 21] The Right Decision
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The rest of your trip runs smoothly. Thankfully, Satoru didnât try to pull another stunt that made you want to gouge his eyes out. Ren is over the moon by going to the beach daily, going to new places to explore, trying new delicious food, and what matters the most, spending time with his mother and father. Sadly, his vacation canât last forever.
Ren is gloomy the day before youâre supposed to leave, begging you and his father to stay a little longer. Satoru wants to say yes, and he would in a heartbeat if he didnât have to work. As much as it pains him, he canât give up everything to be a father. The next best solution is wait for Ren to leave you alone for a minute just to ask,Â
âHow about I extend your vacation for another week? Iâll leave, and Sayo probably wonât stay either. Just you and Ren.â And itâs tempting. You really want to say yes, but you also want to go back and resolve other issues. Plus, Ren is getting accustomed to getting whatever he wants, and youâre worried that he might become more like his father which is something that you definitely donât want.
âWe can come back some other time. Itâs about time I go home.â You answer, and he nods in response. And as selfish as it sounds, Satoru is happy that you declined because he hates the idea of spending a week without seeing his son. Itâs crazy to think that he lived a whole life before Ren, and the moment the little boy came into his life, Ren became everything to Satoru.
âAlright⌠Guess we have to make the most out of today so Ren cheers up.â Satoru says, glancing at his baby boy whoâs plopped down on the couch, lamenting himself because he has to leave soon. Unluckily for everyone, itâs a rainy day outside.Â
âThereâs really not much we can do.â You tell him, and Satoru sighs. He wishes there was something he could do to make the sun come out, but no amount of money can control that. Satoru ponders, wondering what he can do to cheer his son up.
âI got it.â His eyes light up, and he runs upstairs. You furrow your brows in confusion before walking over to sit beside Ren. Your hand runs up and down his back, attempting to soothe him.
âI donât wanna go home. I like it here.â He kicks his feet into the couch, and you make sure to keep your distance. Ren doesnât want to go home, he likes it here. Heâs with both of you the entire day, and youâre giving him all of your attention, how can he not like it? He knows the moment you go back, things will go back to normal. Heâs gotten used to this, he doesnât want to go back to normal.
âWe have to, Ren. Your granny and grammy miss you, and I have to get back to my job.â You tell him, hoping that mentioning his grandmothers will make him reconsider. He loves them with all his heart, but truthfully, he prefers spending the entire day with you.
âI want to stay!â He yells, and a sigh escapes your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. He needs to let it out, you know heâs upset. But he shouldnât be using his voice like that.Â
âWeâre not coming back if you keep throwing a tantrum.â You warn him before standing up and going to your bedroom. You donât want to yell at him, so removing yourself from the situation is the best thing to do. Ren is still going to throw his tantrum, and you can only talk about the situation after.Â
âIâm here!â You hear Satoru yell from the living room. Youâre going to leave him to handle it, not making an effort to get up from bed. Until Satoru calls out your name, and you groan before getting up and walking over to the living room. You smile, seeing how Renâs demeanor has changed, kneeling down on the floor in front of the coffee table, waiting for his father to open up the box that he brought down. âI remembered I had a board game here.â
âIs this the home you used to come to as a kid?â You ask, wondering why he has the board game with him. Satoru nods in response, sitting down beside the coffee table to open the old box.
 He used to play this game with his dad after getting home from the beach. Itâs a game thatâs more fun when played with more than two people, but Satoru didnât really have that option. Regardless, he still had fun with his dad. Growing up, the only time that Satoru actually spent with his parents was the little vacations that they had yearly. He has very fond memories of this place, and of the board game that he opens.
âI havenât played this in years, I have to read the rules again.â Satoru canât help but laugh as he takes out every piece. He remembers every time being so excited to tell you about the game, begging his father to take the game back home or buy a new one for his house so he could play with you, but both of them always forgot. Luckily, he gets to play with you for the first time, and with your son as well.
âTake all the time you need.â You answer. Your eyes fall on your son, noting his somewhat puffy eyes. You ask him, âAre you better, Ren?â
âI am.â He nods. Pulling out the game completely changed his attitude. You canât get too mad at him, he just got into this world. Heâs just figuring things out, slowly learning that he canât get everything even if his father wants to give him the world.Â
Like father, like son. Both are sore losers. After losing to you, both have pouty faces and you swear Ren is on the verge of tears. Ren doesnât nap anymore, but you decide that after all his crying, youâll put him to bed. You cuddle with him until Ren falls asleep, and once youâre sure heâs dreaming, you get up from bed and leave your bedroom.Â
Satoruâs in the living room, going through his phone. You donât want to be alone with him so you hope that going to the kitchen and getting yourself a glass of water will give him the hint. He can go to his bedroom and scroll through his phone there. However, when he hears you, he says, âCome join me!â
You sigh, but you still walk over to the couch and take a seat on the other end. You pull out your phone, while he turns his off. Itâs completely silent for a minute before he clears his throat and asks, âAre you still talking to Suguru?â
âDoes it concern you?â You quickly reply. Itâs not his business, especially when he doesnât tell you whatâs going on with him and Sayo.
âI want to know if heâs the possible stepfather to my son.â Satoru answers, and you furrow your eyebrows. You put your phone down and look at him before tilting your head to the side.
âWhat about you and Sayo? Sheâs the stepmother to my son and you have yet to tell me a thing about your relationship with her.â You respond, and he purses his lips together. Youâre right, youâre absolutely right, but this isnât about him. âI have no idea about your arrangement with her either⌠The one that she mentioned.â
âWe donât have an arrangement.â Satoru scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous about the question. Heâs not with her out of love, heâs made that clear. Yet⌠Why is he denying it?
âThe same way Suguru and I have nothing going on.â You answer, hoping thatâll make him speak. Although you arenât lying, you feel as if you have nothing going on with Suguru right now. Youâre avoiding his calls and texts, you definitely donât have a future together after this. âLook, Satoru. I just want the truth, an explanation to everything. Maybe some closure.âÂ
The man takes a deep breath, and you know that heâs about to tell you the truth. You can read him like a book. Satoru bites down his lip before confessing, âI didnât marry her out of love but out of convenience.â
Thatâs certainly a start, although you arenât too shocked. Maybe you are a bit surprised since you assumed they fell out of love instead of straight up thinking it was arranged. He takes another deep breath before he says,
âWhen my father died, my mom knew that I wouldnât be trusted with his spot⌠Since I was considered too immature. Also for other business purposes, merging the company that Sayoâs family owns with our own.â He begins, and you feel a pain that you havenât felt in years. A sudden pain that consumes your body in a matter of seconds, and it only gets worse with his words. âThere was another promising candidate that wouldâve handled the job while I finished my studies, and my mom was scared that we would lose control. Iâve never been too well liked by them.â
You look down at the couch, feeling your eyes getting glossy as he speaks. You thought you were over this, you really were. He continues speaking, âGetting married to Sayo was my momâs great solution⌠Getting married to a woman with status would show how mature I was, ready to take the spot.â
âAnd⌠I agreed. We would get married and stay like that until I had my job. I could show that I was great at what I was entrusted to do, and then I would get a divorce.â He explains, and you exhale. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, trying your best not to cry⌠This is why he did it. Money. Money was more important to him than your relationship.
He changed his number and completely blocked you out of his life. He treated you like he always did when you werenât convenient to him. With contempt and superiority. As he speaks, you realize that you will never manage to be together without some kind of issue.
âIâ Iâm sorry.â He says, as his hand goes to your hand, but you jerk it out. Itâs no surprise that he didnât want to tell you, heâs right for not telling you. You almost wouldâve preferred to hear that he left you because of love for someone else.Â
You try not to let a single tear slip even though your heart breaks again. You wouldâve left anything and everything behind for him, yet he didnât even think twice before leaving you. And Satoru feels speechless as youâre on the verge of tears. He tells you, âIt was a dumb decision, and given the option again, I would leave everything behind for you and for Ren.â
You stand up from the couch. You suddenly feel suffocated in the room. He wouldnât choose you if he had the option, heâs only do it for Ren, and that realization makes it hard for you to breathe. But youâre glad he did it. It wasnât his first time, just this time you realized you would never be his first option.
âNo, you made the right decision.â You try to smile at him, attempting to hide the fact that tears are streaming down your cheeks. âThank you for picking right.â
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( warnings: nsfw, drugs.
( synopsis: you meet chris at a party and he fucks you in your ballet costumes.
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You didn't want to go out tonight. You feel tired before the classes and the ballet training, it was a hard day, but your friends said you'll feel better if you drink a bit and dance. But you're still in your ballet costumes, but it wasn't a problem, it wasn't a big party.
After a couple drinks, your mind wasn't thinking straight. You dance a bit, but your feet hurt from the training earlier, so you leave the "dance floor" and sit on a couch. Taking a few sips of your drink, you stared at a boy who was sitting on the couch in front of you. He was selling some things, but his eyes didn't leave you. Deep blue â and red â eyes staring at your soul, you don't know anymore if it is the drink making you imagine things or he's really smirking at you.
He lifted himself after a while staring at you, taking a few steps until you. Raising your head, you look at him as he sat by your side.
"You know you look like a doll wearing that bow?" He asked pointing at your pink bow in your hair, your lips leaning upward in a small smile, slowly shaking your head.
"Do you think I look like a doll?" You asked giggling, he nodded quickly. "You're Chris, right?"
"Yeah, you're a friend of my brother, don't you?" You nodded.
You met Nick at a party you went with some friends, he's a nice guy and told you about his brothers, one of them is Chris, the guy sitting with you now. You know he's a dealer, your friends have bought with him at the last party. but you never talked with him before. In reality, you thought Chris didn't know you existed, well, not until now.
Chris is a really nice guy, you chat for a whole hour. He flirted with you, for a moment you thought he didn't know about you, but he said he's been looking at you at parties since he saw a picture of you on Nickâs Instagram. He didn't want your Instagram, he wanted to talk with you personally. Chris was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and he could resist when he saw you in your ballet costumes.
The house was beginning to get empty, your friends left, but say you would uber until home. You didn't want to leave, because you wanted to keep talking with Chris. Normally, you don't feel too comfortable around people you don't know, but something hits different with Chris. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Eventually, the party host knocked them out. They leave laughing, Chris moves you towards his car. Your friends would say you shouldn't go to the car of someone you don't know, but you could fight against his eyes. His perfect blue eyes. So, you sat in the passenger, rubbing your own arms, because of the cold of the night.
âBetter now?â He asked when he turned the heater on, you nodded. He grabbed a black wallet from his pocket, Chris took a joint and put it between his red and plump lips. âShit.â He said, he was trying to find his lighter. You chuckled and reached for your own lighter on your purse. It was pink with a bow glued.
âMay I. . .?â You said, referring to his joint. He nodded, so you light his roll. Chris inhaled deeply, letting out the smoke. âMay I have a hit?â
âHave you smoked before?â
âWhy do you think I have a lighter?â You rolled your eyes, grinning lightly. You tried to catch the joint, but Chris didn't let you grab it. âCome on, Chris. Don't be so selfish.â You tease.
Chris extended the joint in the direction of your mouth, he put it between your lips, but he kept holding. You took a deep hit, Chris removed the joint from your mouth and pressed his lips against yours. You let the smoke out in Chrisâ mouth, your hands swiping slowly along his shoulders while you kiss him.
âDamn, I was wanting this the whole night, you had no idea.â He said, still against your lips. He grabbed your waist, holding hard, his fingers squeezing your skin. âYou had no idea how hard it is to see you in that collant, doll. Lookinâ so hot.â
âDo you think?â You asked, even though you were kissing Chris in his car in the middle of the night, you were still shy and couldn't believe a guy like Chris wanted you.
âOf course, ma.â He said simply, taking another hit from his joint. You kneeled on the seat and stretched your body in his direction, his hungry eyes staring at your curvy body.
The collant squeezing your tits, your waist marked by the fabric of the collant. But your delicate cardigan was covering them, so Chris slowly tugged the sleeves down, exposing your arms and your breast. He leaning himself to kiss your collarbone, his warm lips pressed against your skin, you throw your head back.
âYou're so pretty, doll. So, so pretty.â He whispered, you moaned when he sunk his teeth on your skin. âI don't wanna fuck you here, you can handle it until we got at my place?â
âYes, but hurry, please.â You whined, you already could feel the wetness in your panties, your pussy pulsating, craving for his dick.
Didn't take too much for you to get to his place, he took you out of the car and carried you to his room. Kissing you the whole way, he couldn't take his hands out of you. Chris threw you on his bed, he put himself on top of you, smirking at your despair. A visible bulge on his jeans, craving for being inside of you, to feel you.
âPlease, don't make me wait any longer.â You cried out.
Chris tugged your collant down, revealing your boobs, Chrisâ mouth salivated craving for having them in his mouth. You followed his eyes as he tugged your collant out of your body, then he started to tug down your pantyhose. He kissed the skin of your thighs, sunk his teeth on the skin, sucking hard until leave a red mark on your soft skin. You whined, biting your underlip, your uneven breathing revealing your messy state.
âYou're so despair, don't you?â Chris asked, kissing your skin close to your wet pussy still covered by the pink lace panties. âSo wet fâ me, doll.â He pressed his lips on your pussy, you melted with the touch of his lips.
Chris slowly put your panties aside, he licked your juice hungrily. Your moans were like music for him, he was eating you out with his tongue, sucking your like he was sucking a fuckinâ lollipop. His nose rubbing your clit, you couldn't handle it, you could come only by the touch of his tongue.
âChris, please!â You whimpered, raising your back as he stuck his tongue inside your hole. âChris!â
âSo, so needy. What do yaâ need it from me, doll?â
âI need you inside me, please. I need it now.â
Chris unbuckled his belt quickly, his cock was craving to be inside of you. He tugged his pants out with his underwear, Chris is so big and you moaned just to look at him. He kissed your chin, then your cheek and then your lips, he massaged your clit with his finger before he put himself inside of you.
âI'll be gentle with you, âkay? Tell me if you want to stop.â He whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. You nodded, your eyes closed just waiting for him.
So, Chris slowly slipped inside your wet hole, you widened your eyes at the first moment, he reached for a negative reaction, but you just bit your lip and nodded to him. You wanted him to keep going, to push his dick on you.
Tears formed in your eyes, you moaned loudly Chris name as he pushed himself on your pussy. His hands firmly holding your waist, his eyes didn't leave yours, he wanted to see your face while he was giving you pleasure.
âMpmmm, I'm close!â You screamed, Chris turned his pushes faster. The bed was hitting the walls, making a loud noise mixing with the noise of your moans.
âYou're so tight, doll. So good around my dick.â He moaned.
Didn't take too much for you to raise your back and roll your eyes, you couldn't even warn Chris, he felt your juice on his cock. He pushed a couple more until he came inside of you, his body relaxed against your body, breathing hard. He kissed your breast, massaging your waist.
âYou're so good, doll. Did I make you feel good?â He asked, staring at your eyes. Your lips leaning upward, you nodded.
âYeah, you make me feel so good, baby." You giggled, swiping your fingers on his back. His head lay on your chest, smirking at you. "Can we smoke again? I like to smoke after sex."
"Whatever you want, doll."
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Yandere! Asahi Azumane NSFW Profile
Yandere! Asahi Azumane x fem! reader
TW: kidnapping, mentions of non-con, light somnophilia, masturbation, panty sniffing, breeding, lactation kink, mentions of pegging, Asahi wears lingerie, size kink but remember that Asahi is very large and it's written with the idea that everyone is smaller than Asahi, one very, very brief mention of reading not eating enough, fem reader, MDNI
I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!
WC: 12K
HABITS:
Before having you in his life, sex was something Asahi wasnât super comfortable with. Despite coming more out of his shell with the passing years, heâs never truly shaken off his shyness, and so the prospect of casual sex is absolutely not something heâs interested in.
Heâs had a girlfriend or two and is thus not a stranger to womenâs bodies, but heâs found that heâs simply just not that sexual of a man. Sex just wasnât important to think about â he gets easily flustered even as a fully grown adult, and while he can handle mature conversations about intimacy, just the thought of being so lewd and bending someone over to have his way with them gets his ears turning red, his knees buckling and his words coming out all slurred and distorted because he canât think clearly.
Itâs embarrassing, if heâs being honest, and so he finds himself simply avoiding sex and, in turn, partners. And this extended into his personal sex life and habits as well â heâs not the most regular in terms of touching himself, preferring to just let the bout of horniness or the occasional incessant boner pass on its own.
Heâll do it occasionally to relieve tension and because he enjoyed how it feels, but itâd only happen a few times a month, if only because the embarrassment was difficult to overlook. After all, how lonely is it to look down and see his own hand wrapped around his cock? Familiar fingers gripping his red, swollen length in the comfort of his own room, the lame background music heâd put on to feel better doing absolutely nothing.
The reality is that Asahi is actually quite lonely before you step into his life â he's not quite smooth and suave enough to be successful with women or even be willing to put himself out there, and the realization that the only way for him to get some sort of sexual relief is via himself makes him too sad to indulge often.
And even once you step into his life, this is still true â except now thereâs the addition feeling of yearning, wishing so strongly that itâs your fingers instead of his own (or perhaps your mouth, your breasts, or â god forbid â your pussy) that touching himself becomes even more of an emotional struggle.
And as time passes, Asahi sticks to his typical pattern of seldomly masturbating â but then his feelings grow deeper, his infatuation with you festering more and more, his thoughts about you delicately toeing the line between sweet and only slightly disturbing to downright depraved.
After all, how can he not imagine fucking you in every position heâs ever seen?
How can he not imagine the sight of you perched in his lap, pretty body bare for him to ogle while you scoop your hips up and down, moaning his name and guiding your lips to latch onto a bouncing nipple, your cunt squeezing down on him like a fucking vice?
The embarrassment is still there, of course, as is the shame and loneliness, but his feelings for you are just too strong to ignore, his desperation too insistent to quell. And with every gasping, toe-curling orgasm that wracks his body, Asahi comes closer and closer to deciding that he needs you, that just his hand or his pillow arenât enough to satisfy him.
No, he needs you â your touch, your body, your pretty, tight, warm walls sucking him in so hard that you never let him go.
As the frequency with which he gets off increases, Asahi finds that he has a particular system for how he pleasures himself - and it involves a secret that he is not proud of.
Heâs not especially proud of the fact that he relies exclusively on the (now a bit ragged) pair of panties youâd accidentally left at his apartment in order to get off, but itâs too late to change now. Youâd had a rather serious dental procedure, and had turned to Asahi to request that you stay the night at his place to minimize your driving and responsibilities while the anesthesia wore off.
Asahi had of course jumped at the chance, ending the phone call with shaking fingers, a blush covering every inch of his face, and his heart practically beating out of his chest at the prospect of sharing a roof with you for a night just like couples do. And heâd been attentive to your every need; cooking you a warm soup, getting the best sheets he had and letting you sleep in his bed rather than the couch.
(Of course, he still hasnât washed those sheets after youâd slept in them â if he tries hard enough to thinks he can smell you in the fabric, occasionally finding strands of your hair by his pillow and letting each one sit on the tip of his tongue for just a moment, savoring the taste of you.)
Youâd forgotten a pair of underwear in your overnight bag, and while Asahi had meant to tell you, curiosity got the better of him and before he knew it he was picking them up, swallowing thickly, and thumbing at the double-layered section that rubs right up against your folds. It was all too easy to imagine how you must look in them â the mental image of you making a shiver erupt down his spine, needing to lean on his desk for support.
He felt a bit guilty for not returning them, but he couldnât help it - they were so utterly you, your favorite color and a style he just knows would frame your cute little ass perfectly, your plush thighs and creamy skin sitting on display and practically begging to be kneaded, squeezed at, marked up and bruised with hickeys.
And that night, as he lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, thinking of your face and how heâd quite literally give up his own life just to kiss you once, just to feel your lips pressed snugly against his own, slowly the more risquĂŠ thoughts are drifting into his mind.
What would it feel like to have you kiss other parts of his body? How would you taste if he kissed your collarbone, gently suckled on a nipple, licked a long stripe up the puffy lips of your cunt?
How would you react if he were to teasingly kitten lick at your clit, or if he whispered a heated, honest I love you into your ear as he pushed deep inside of you and filled you to fucking brim with his cum?
His mind slowly drifts to more lewd areas, his body growing hot as he imagines you riding him like your life depended on it, bouncing up and down and making your entire body jiggle, your tits bouncing in his face and your voice thin and gasping as you tell him that itâs too much, I canât Asahi, please, need you to fuck me nowâŚ
And soon, heâs deciding that he canât just ignore the stroke of luck heâd gotten that day, that heâd somehow managed to come by a pair of your panties, something heâs only been able to dream about. And as he locks his door and dims the lights a bit, heâs snatching the pair of panties heâd neatly folded and placed on top of his dresser.
Immediately, he notices the slight fresh stain against the crotch, and his eyes go wide - you had already worn them? Theyâd already touched the slick, warm place between your legs, the place that gets Asahi salivating and bright red with just a mere thought?
With shaking hands, he timidly brings the cloth up to his nose, inhaling and moaning aloud as the smell he can only describe as you clouds his senses. Theyâre pungent, proof that you must have had a long day with them adorning your pretty body, and immediately his cock is standing at attention, his tip flushed and oozing precum in copious amounts, his balls occasionally twitching in desperation, practically begging to be touched. He lays the panties down against his face, tilting his head back slightly so that the cloth stays against his nostrils, the smell of you filling every breath his takes.
He gulps, wrapping his fingers around himself, hissing slightly at the pressure and letting his eyes drift closed. He gently squeezes, bringing his hand up to the tip, using his thumb to swirl around his slit for a moment as he brings the material once more up to inhale again.
He groans, the pleasure sending shivers down his spine, and before he knows it his fist is pounding down against his pelvis, long strokes against his rock hard cock as he grunts and lowly moans your name, airy breaths of oh â oh youâre so pretty, I love you â hah, love that pretty pussy of yours.
The pace is purposefully slow, his movements still a bit timid because heâs worried heâll come too fast, that heâs too pent up, that the smell of you will send him over the edge way too soon.
He doesnât want this moment to end â the pleasure, the exploration, the feeling of having you the closest heâs ever had. He continues to sniff and whine, absolutely amazed at the wonderful, musky scent of you, fantasies running through his mind about the way youâd react to him touching you, to him sinking his cock inside of you again and again and turning you into a trembling, incoherent mess all for him.
He canât help himself from imagining what youâd smell like when youâre finally in front of him, a groan slipping from his lips as he imagines the way youâd feel perched on his face, your thighs caging in his head and your fingers raking through his hair as he slurps and sucks and moans against you, desperation lacing his movements because god he wants to make you come.
He canât help but imagine you taking every inch of him inside that warm little pussy of yours, sucking him in and gripping onto his swollen length so tightly heâs sure you must never want to let go. And his eyes flutter close his lips part slightly, drool pooling in his mouth as he loses himself in the pleasure, the feeling of his hand so much better than normal now that he has something to smell, something thatâs so clearly you rather than just his thoughts. His hand picks up a bit, and as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, panties still draped over his face when he stops short, eyes flying open as his hips buck wildly.
Tentatively he sticks his tongue out once more, rolling it against the crotch of your panties. Immediately his eyes are flying open and heâs whining your name, hips bucking up as he runs his tongue along the fabric once more, relishing the taste of you against his tongue.
Curses and whimpers of your name along with yes, o-oh yes yes yes, god feels so â so good fly out of his mouth. Suddenly a particularly hard clench of his abs makes him gasp, the words slurred and nearly incoherent as he moans out âm gonna â I canât hold it in, a-ah oh god âm-!
His whole body tenses, every breath he takes smelling like you you you as warm cum spurts up and onto his chest, the t-shirt heâs wearing utterly destroyed as it just keeps coming, rope after rope. Heâs moaning your name, eyes squeezed shut as he loses himself in your taste, imagining heâs buried as deeply in you as possible, stuffing you full of his cock that heâs all you can feel, all you can see and hear and taste and think of.
It takes him a few minutes to recover, and once his breathing is steady once more heâs staring at his ceiling, in shock of how good it felt to have your scent and taste, to make it seem just a bit more realistic. Heâs careful with your panties as he delicately picks them up off of his face, chest still heaving with the residual pleasure of his orgasm, dutifully and carefully folding up the cloth.
After much debate he ends up slotting the panties neatly under his pillow, swallowing heavily and practically giddy with the knowledge that heâll be sleeping so close to something of yours, his face mere inches away from you, basically.
And that night, as he lays in bed, heâs breathing in hard, hoping to get even the slightest whiff of you from below his pillow, sleep eventually lulling him into dreaming about you laying in his arms, his cum still leaking out of you.
FAVORITE BODY PARTS:
Your hands
Asahiâs always found himself drawn to your hands. Perhaps because his job requires so much of his hands between sewing, measuring, tailoring, and everything else, or perhaps because heâs simply attracted to them.
Regardless, Asahi quickly discovers that every time heâs with you, heâs always aching to reach out and intertwine his fingers with yours, to feel your palm pressed against his own.
And really, theyâre just so small compared to his own rough, calloused hands â so soft and delicate, something he can stare at for hours without growing tired.
Heâll trace every line, every mole and mark, memorizing each and every detail because it all just feels so important. He doesnât care whether your fingers are long and dainty, shorter and wider, veiny and pale, anything and everything is pure perfection to Asahi, and heâll be worshipping your hands no matter what condition theyâre in.
Even in the early stages of his obsession with you, heâs always been interested in them â the way you idly crack your knuckles, how you mindlessly tap random rhythms against your desk when youâre bored or waiting for something, how you run your fingers over your hair when youâre focusing.
He has a tendency to stare, and while he thinks that you donât catch him often (you d0, but based upon the fire engine blush on his cheeks and the way his eyes immediately dart away, you figure itâd be kinder to not confront him about it), heâs been fascinated since day one with how they could possibly feel, how soft your fingers would be, the exact lines on your palms, whether they get clammy easily or not.
And once your relationship moves to the point of any sort of affection, Asahiâs preference for your hands will quickly become apparent â heâs trying to hold them at any chance he can get, intertwining his fingers with your own, bringing them up to kiss each knuckle individually, listing off a thing he loves about you for each.
He loves the way they feel against his own calloused palms, how your fingers are so much shorter than his own, how when you hold your palm up against his, you barely reach his last knuckles.
It only furthers his perception of you being so in need of protection, and he loves to feel those hands against him, touching him. He loves the sight of your fingers wrapped around his thick cock, barely able to wrap fully around, such a stark contrast to the hard, pulsing, veiny expanse of his length. He loves the friction as you thrust your hand up and down, biting his lip and knitting his brows together because even though itâs just a simple handjob it feels so much better when itâs your hands and fingers wrapped around him.
He loves how they feel against him when youâre touching him, running them along his front and down below his v line, how it sends shivers down his spine just to have you ghost a fingertip against his sensitive skin.
He likes holding your hand while he fucks you, keeping his grip on you firm as his hips steadily thrust into you, the pleasure slowly mounting. His fingers clench onto your own progressively tighter, until they nearly crush yours as he stares down at you with wide eyes, his lips falling open into a desperate moan of I â coming! while he buries his face in your neck, filling you with spurt after spurt of cum.
He loves the way you scratch his down his back as he hovers over you, the pleasure and pain mixing together while he focuses on holding off his orgasm for as long as possible, not wanting to end the feeling of being inside of you, not wanting to end the way youâre clutching onto him and moaning for him, begging for him and telling him that he feels so good Asahi âm gonna come-!
Asahi loves your hands, and at any given time heâll be touching them in some capacity - whether it be holding your hand, resting his cheeks against your palm or sucking at your fingers while you toy with him and make tears well up in those pretty eyes of his.
He just loves them.Â
His hair
Heâs long harbored fantasies of you playing with his hair, to feel you giving it attention and mindlessly running your fingers through it.
Heâs absolutely convinced that it would be the most comfortable, wonderful thing in the world, that it would be the single most amazing experience heâll ever have, to have your attention solely focused on him, you touching him, maybe even telling him how lovely his hair is, how youâre jealous of how soft and smooth and pretty it isâŚ
Just the thought of you complimenting his hair is enough to have him wildly blushing, his dark eyes staring at the floor in embarrassment and bashfulness, secretly yearning for you to tell him more, to compliment him again and again until he faints from all the blood rushing to his cheeks.
(And, though heâd never tell you, to his cock, too.)
And once youâre trapped with him in your new shared âhomeâ, Asahi is still harboring the fantasy, even more so than before â and yet, he will never ask for it, never request for you to play with it, to run your nails against his scalp and gently tug on the roots.
He wontâ ask, if only because it feels wrong to request anything of you after heâs kidnapped you, when youâre so obviously still afraid of him.
So he waits in silence, praying for the day when you mindlessly start playing with his hair â heâll always position himself so that his hair is accessible if the desire overtakes you, a small flame of hope igniting in him chest and extinguishing out every time you move and donât come any closer to his head.
(He goes to bed on those nights with a heavy heart, his own tangling into his hair and tugging, your name slipping past his lips.)
But Asahi is a patient man, and once you do start absentmindedly playing with his hair, Asahi is beyond pleased to know that you donât stop. You seem to grow an affinity for running your fingers through it, for braiding it, styling it, really doing anything at all.
He knows that you enjoy his hair â it becomes his favorite thing in the world to feel you play with it, and he spends hours with you sitting behind him with his head leaning back between your knees, his body starting out stiff because holy shit, heâs so close to you, but eventually relaxing, even falling into a slumber because the feeling is just so calming. He wants you to braid it, mess with it, do anything your heart desires with it because he loves the attention and the relaxing feeling it brings.
But of course, he also loves his locks for other, less wholesome reasons - the way you tug at it when heâs got his face buried between your legs, for example, and how your grip tightens against his scalp as you get closer and closer to release.
Sometimes you synch your cries with the tugs, something that Asahi is sure youâre unaware of, but he canât help the way he forces himself to work harder, to focus more in order to get you off, in order make you have the most Earth shattering orgasm, the best feeling youâve ever experienced, and with each hair tug he only becomes more determined.
He loves the way you get rough with it, the slight tinge of pain that accompanies it, and it never fails to make him groan, to sigh out your name against your cunt.
(Sometimes, when heâs in the mood but you physically arenât in a position to touch his hair, heâll reach up and tug at the strands himself, imagining your fingers instead of his own. It gets him whimpering, desperation for you so thick that he can nearly taste it, but Asahi just canât help it. Itâs an obsession in and of its own right, and he canât deny how much he loves it.)
DRIVE:
Asahiâs drive is really quite average â heâs not an incessantly horny man by any means, and while he does have the occasional passing fantasy or wet dream, heâd never categorize himself as a hormone-driven man. He doesnât watch porn, doesnât follow any social media influencers whose content borders on the edge of distasteful, and he sometimes even fastforwards through sex scenes in movies simply because he finds it uncomfortable to watch two people having sex â even if itâs fake.
And so Asahi finds himself mostly avoiding intimacy on that level, though itâs not entirely on purpose. Heâs by no means a saint, though; heâs still human, and when he sees a woman with particularly large breasts or perfectly manicured fingers thereâs always the fleeting thought of what if, the fantasies clawing in the back of his mind of how heâd love to latch onto a nipple and suck, to imagine how much better those fingers would look wrapped around his cock or cupping at his balls.
He rarely touches himself, sure, but heâs not a stranger to sex, his limited experience still experience nonetheless.
And so while itâs very, very easy to fluster or rile him up, Â he generally isnât hard and desperate to fuck you at all times. He values you for much more than just your pussy â youâre his dream woman, the person he views as his life-long partner, the one he wants to spend every waking moment with and share every last breath. Heâs content to just hold you, to press a soft kiss against your temple and whisper a little confession of love rather than pin you down and fuck you until youâre crying.
(Of course, he wonât say no if you were to beg him to touch you, his face only turning red and his voice cracking a bit as he rushes out a quick yes! Um, yes of course, Iâll uh, be right back⌠and then leaving the room to take a few deep breaths and whisper to himself that it will be fine, she wants you, youâll do well, donât overthink it.)
Asahi is very dependent on what you want, always concerned about your opinion and vote and desires, and so while there are times that those wild hormones do in fact take over and his body starts begging him to slip down that cute pair of panties he bought for you and sit you directly on his cock, to bounce you up and down and use you like some life sized sex toy, watching as your breasts jiggle and your face contorts up into that sexy, perfect little âoâ, Asahi wonât until you make the move to do so.
(Itâs out of respect and lucidity for your consent and state of mind. He already feels guilty enough from having stalked you and stolen you away to live in his modest apartment with him, and forcing himself onto you is absolutely the last thing he wants to do.)
Heâs not constantly horny, but it doesnât take too much to rile him up. A few suggestive words and lingering touches can have him needy and eager to touch and please you in mere seconds â casually tell him over dinner that you feel so empty, Asahi, wonât you come fill me up and watch the way his entire body stiffens, brown eyes meeting your gaze and immediately looking at the table in embarrassment, his face flushed a bright red and his knee bouncing under the table as he mutters out a are â are you sure? I donât want to leave you hungry â not that you havenât eaten enough! Thatâs not what Iâm saying, I just â um, I uh⌠Do you really want that?
(His voice gets a bit vulnerable at the end there, his tone higher and his eyes daring to meet yours again, his mousy brown hair falling around his jaw like a halo.)
Leave a hand on his bicep and gently squeeze, biting your lip and making a show of raking your gaze up and down his body and youâll see the way he gulps, the sound audible as he shudders a breath, his pants already growing tight and nudging against you.
(You can actually feel the warmth of him through his jeans when he does this â cock warm and ready and throbbing.)
For him, your pleasure is the number one priority, and as such itâs his duty to prioritize what you want when you want it, rather than his own desires. You should be in charge, should be the one calling the shots and telling him that youâre okay with him fucking you like he so desperately wants. You should be the one to tell him that itâs okay each time he nervously and compulsively asks you if itâs okay for him to kiss you or touch your waist or unclasp your bra or moan your name or come -
And even once youâre both naked and touching one another, he views his own orgasms as a background to yours. He mostly just wants you to feel good, and heâs pretty much at your beck and call for whenever youâd like to feel the euphoric high that only an orgasm can bring you, in whatever way youâd like him to get you there. Heâs game to finger you, to eat you out, to fuck your cute little pussy that makes him moan and whine every time, even your ass if you bring it up.
Asahi never fails to deliver, and heâll never, ever complain. He loves to touch you and get you moaning, even if heâs a bit shy and flustered the whole time. It makes him so, so happy to know that heâs the one touching you, that heâs the one making you feel so good and satisfied.
But before you begin feeling any desire to be with him in an intimate setting, Asahi still has urges. He still very, very badly wants to touch you and feel you against his skin, to trace out the map of your body and chart every mole, hair, blemish and roll.
Youâre just so fucking perfect to him, and he canât help but desire you physically when he sees the way your breasts bounce as you try to reach the top shelf in the kitchen (heâs more than happy to come to your rescue and grab the jar off the top shelf, secretly smitten with himself because heâd put it there with the hopes of creating this moment).
He canât help but want to taste your saliva when he sees you sweating on a particularly hot day, the bead rolling down your temple and following the curve of your cheekbones, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe along his lips because fuck, he bets you taste sweet.
These urges are still present and strong, but because of his commitment to not force you into anything, Asahi finds that he has to satisfy himself in other ways. That is, it doesnât necessarily feel good to sneak into the extra bedroom heâd transformed into your personal room, but as soon as he catches a whiff of your scent and sees your sleeping, relaxed form on the mattress, his mouth goes dry and heâs shuffling forward before he even realizes it.
Youâre sprawled out on the mattress heâd bought especially for you, the soft t-shirt and short set he'd gotten you sitting haphazardly on your hips and riding up to expose a bit of your stomach. It makes him gulp, his eyebrows drawing in a bit as he slowly, carefully, sits down onto the empty space beside you on the bed.
He canât stop staring at you â youâre so pretty, and as your lips part slightly and you breath, he canât help but whimper slightly â he can only imagine how it would feel to kiss you, to feel your lips against his own and feel your tongue brush against his.
Would you bite his lip, tease him with a bit of pain before kissing him harder, pushing your tongue inside and moaning into his mouth because it just feels too good? He hopes so, and itâs not long before heâs imagining all of the other things that mouth of yours could do â heâs sure your kisses would feel like heaven against his chest, lips wrapped around a nipple and sucking lightly, tongue flattening out to run over the pebbled skin again and again and making him shiver.
Heâs sure that your lips would feel even better lower, pressed against the juncture of his hip and thigh, moving up and to the side, slowly â so fucking slowly â moving towards where he really needs you, where heâs pulsing and throbbing and leaking so much precum that it almost looks like heâs already reached his high.
He closes his eyes briefly as he imagines the way youâd suckle on his tip, your pretty lips puckered and those eyes of yours staring up at him from between his knees, how youâd pull back to press small kisses and kitten licks against his sensitive skin.
The thought has him groaning lightly, a hand coming down to carefully push his boxers down just a hair, just enough to let his cock spring free, slapping heavily against his lower stomach as he bites his lip. He makes sure to settle the waistband just below his balls, a hand idly moving to grope and squeeze as he continues to stare at you. It feels wrong to be touching himself while so close to you, while youâre totally unaware, but he just canât help it â heâd been furiously pounding away moments ago in his own bed, eyes squeezed shut and flashes of you playing through his mind, but the knowledge eats at him that youâre only a wall away, your pretty body ripe to ogle and fantasize about and right fucking thereâŚ
Guilt weighs heavily in the back of his mind, but as he wraps his fist around his base and slowly pulls up, the heaving breath he lets out has the shame creeping to the back of his mind. Itâs so much better with you in his sight â he watches the rise and fall of your chest, your breaths and soft and light, matching the pace of his fist with it.
His toes curl and his lip catches between his teeth, the dull, teasing pleasure from such a slow pace making his head tilt back. He stays like this for what feels like hours â his eyes never moving from your sleeping form, his pace matched to your breathing, just simply breathing in deeply and letting his eyes flutter closed as he exhales, the scent of you you you filling his lungs and making him feel dizzy.
Some forty minutes later, Asahiâs breath is hitching, little whimpers and bitten back moans filling the otherwise quiet air, his fist slowly speeding up out of his control, his orgasm slowly building and mounting, his cock so sensitive and hard and wet â
He comes with a strangled, too-loud I love you, his eyes struggling to stay open as he strokes his way through it, his hips bucking up into his fist and cum landing in ropes along his fingers and wrist. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, heâs chanting under his breath, his breathing uneven and labored as he tries his best to be quiet, terrified to wake you up.
Youâre still so ethereal in front of him, looking like an angel as he slows his fist to a stop, his entire body trembling at the aftereffects of his orgasm. He swallows heavily, shaking fingers stained with cum reaching out and nearly, barely brushing against the soft skin of your forearm, clenching his teeth tightly at the contact as it sends one last, final push of pleasure through him, a few final beads of cum oozing from his tip and making him whimper your name.
He doesnât touch you any more than that, scared to wake you up or cross some invisible line of privacy and consent, but thus starts a pattern. Heâll sneak into your room every week or so, spending far too long simply staring at you, moving to every angle imaginable just to see you, to see all of you, all the while furiously pumping his fist, doing his best to bite back every moan because god, what would you say if you saw him?
(He hopes you wouldnât stop him, that youâd instead berate him for being so dirty, that youâd reach out and stop his wrist, telling him in that lovely, sweet voice of yours to earn it, Asahi, show me that you deserve to come. And god, the fervor and desperation in his movements as heâd lick and suck between your legs is too good to be embarrassing.)
MAIN THREE KINKS:
Praise
As a general rule, Asahi absolutely crumbles the moment any sort of positive comment towards him falls from your lips. Heâs never been the most confident man on the face of the planet, and while time and a successful career have helped mitigate that a bit, heâs still a bit doubtful about himself, always just slightly insecure and unable to believe in himself.
And for the most part he doesnât mind, but he always, always appreciates your support in the area of his lacking â declrataion of you being happy or grateful or pleased with him leave Asahiâs throat feeling tight and his palms clammy. But specifically, Asahi has little to no confidence in himself in the bedroom â and to hear you say anything even remotely positive about his skills in bed gets him hot under the collar, the desire to please you making his fingers itch and his pants feel much too tight.
His lack of confidence between the sheets stems from the belief that heâs sure that he wonât be able to satisfy you, that his touch and love wonât be enough to get you off, that youâll end up just using your own fingers because he just wasnât good enough.
Heâs convinced that youâll grow to prefer your own touches and ministrations over his own, that youâll simply sigh and roll your eyes when he asks you in that timid voice if youâd sit on his face, if youâd let him play with you, if you could just please let him taste you, heâs been thinking about it all dayâŚ
Itâs never ending cycle of negative thoughts and assumptions, always absolutely sure that things will go the worst possible way once he becomes intimate with you, Â and honestly youâll quickly pick up on this.
When heâs hovering over you, brown eyes staring wildly down at you, impossibly wide while his mouth opens and closes like a fish, unsure of what to say or do because youâre finally right in front of him, like heâs been dreaming of for months, youâll notice the way heâs too stiff to move, his every muscle tense and his eyebrows knitted together so tightly that he almost looks like heâs in pain.
(A few soothing words will have him instantly relaxing, though â run your hands up and down his arms, cooing at him that heâs so handsome, that he looks so good over me Asahi, youâre so pretty, and maybe tell him that youâre so excited, youâve already made me feel so good baby, and you havenât even touched me yet and youâll see the way he visibly perks up, embarrassment written across his face but this sort of shy, boyish joy taking over as he leans down and kisses you. The kiss is too sloppy, too needy, too wet, but itâs the push he needs to finally press himself against you, your slick folds against the sensitive underside of his cock making him hiss into the kiss and his arms nearly give out.)
Heâs too nervous to try fingering you or eating you out the first time heâs got you naked in front of him, but he also knows that you need prep before you take him, his girth enough to stretch your walls out to a painful degree if you donât get some aid. Â
(Take the initiative and guide his fingers down your body, going slow and making all sorts of keening and sighing noises, until heâs finally pressed up against you. Tell him that his fingers feel good when youâre helping him rub slow circles over your clit. Overdo your hips bucking at the sensation just to give him that extra assurance that heâs doing a good job. Gasp his name as he slips a finger inside and purposefully clench down on him, letting him hear you babble on about how he feels so good and heâs so big and heâs exactly what Iâve been imagining⌠Youâll see the determined purse of his lips, every ounce of concentration going into making you cry out his name, making you squeal out more praise, getting you to gush on his fingers and tongue and give him what heâs been dreaming of for months â the sight of your pretty body convulsing up in an orgasm, your cunt spasming and clenching down on him like a fucking vice.)
Towards the beginning of your sexual relationship youâll find that more often than not heâs at a  standstill, something that is more than obvious to you, and in moments like these itâs best if you just tell him what to do. When you take off your bra, breasts bared for him as he unabashedly stares, his lips parted and his eyes wide, guide his hand to squeeze at one, sighing at the sensation and telling him that it feels good baby, you can go a little harder if you want, too. Â
When heâs carefully (and almost tentatively) rubbing your back, giving you a massage and doing his best to relieve your back pain without hurting you, moan out his name and tell him right there, god Asahi youâre so good at this. Itâll leave him blushing and squirming, his cock growing hard and suddenly heâs hearing your moans as moans, seeing the pleased expressions on your face as being expressions of pleasure.
You need to follow his every action up with a bit of praise the first few times you fuck â when he slips a finger or two inside, bite your lip and make a show of gasping, telling him that he feels so good, please Asahi, just like that!
When heâs going down on you for the first time, tangle your fingers through his hair and tell him that heâs doing so well, it feels so â so good Asahi, mmm please donât stop! And when he fucks you for the first time, gasp sharply and moan, tell him that heâs s-s0 big! Stretches me out so good, ngh â
(Asahi has always seemed gentle to you, even after having kidnapped you â tall, sure, but more afraid of his own shadow than anything. But once you moan that out, that gentle man youâre familiar with is gone â you realize just how strong he really is as his hips crash into yours, your cunt stretched and nearly split open with the sheer power and vigor of his thrusts, each one seeming to reach deeper inside of you, coming faster and faster until your moans at all forced, genuine incoherent nonsense slipping from your lips because god, youâve never been fucked like this before â this fully, this desperately.)
He loves to know that heâs the one making you feel so good, making you cry out and curl your toes. When you say things like âso good Asahiâ, or âyes, just like thatâ, heâll become a blushing, flustered mess, but itâll only drive him even further in his mission to please you, to get you to come.
After all, in his mind, your pleasure is so much more important than his own, and heâll give you anything and everything he possibly can to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your pussy clamping down around him.
His actions will pick up speed and eagerness, and if you werenât so fucked out while heâs got his tongue against your clit or his cock stretching you out, youâd be able to practically feel the desperation to get you to orgasm rolling off of him in waves.
He just wants to know that what heâs doing is feeling good, that youâre enjoying him, that youâre loving this wonderful intimate moment as much as he is. He loves your vocalness, and it helps his confidence to hear you so openly praising him and his body.
 So tell him, while heâs hovering over you, his cheeks flushed, his hair falling in waves over his shoulders and a few beads of sweat rolling down his temples, how big he feels inside of you, how youâre sure that nobody could fuck you like Asahi can, and heâll make the cutest little gasp, before heâs thrusting into you even harder, burying his face into your neck and chanting your name over and over.
He loves it.
Breeding Â
But unlike a lot of men, this kink doesnât stem exclusively from a sense of possessiveness or ownership over you. (Of course, he very much is possessive over you and hates the idea of another man interacting with you, but still.)
Instead, Asahiâs fascination with the concept of breeding you mostly stems from a genuine desire to knock you up. Asahi craves a domestic life with you; the mere idea of being one big, happy family is something that makes his heart melt, that makes him giddy with excitement and an embarrassed flush spread across the bridge of his nose. Thereâs so many cute, wholesome things that Asahi wants to do with his future children; family pictures, reading to them before bed, dressing them up in his latest fashion designs, making them go eww! when they see Mommy and Daddy kissingâŚ
And when you step into the picture, this natural desire for children only steps up, increasing astronomically because Asahi genuinely believes that youâre his soulmate, the woman heâll spend the rest of his life with, and he couldnât be happier.
 And while heâd never force it upon you, he really loves the idea of getting you pregnant and giving you the family that you both deserve. He wants to give you the baby he so desperately wants you to have, to see you softly rubbing your tummy and smiling at him, showing the world exactly who you love, who you choose to be with, who youâll be spending the rest of your life loving and loyally staying alongside. He thinks heâd be a good father, in his oh so humble opinion, and that heâs completely, absolutely sure that youâd be a wonderful mother, and that together the two of you could have a happy, perfect family.
But of course, Asahi is no pure angel saint â he may not be the most possessive over you, but he canât deny the wonderful side effects that come with pinning you down and breeding you. That is, thereâs something about the fact that itâs his cock emptying load after load inside of you that gets him harder than heâs ever been in his life.
Thereâs something about the fact that itâs his name youâre moaning out to finish inside of you that makes him hot under the collar, his fingers twitching and his thighs flexing involuntarily because god, youâd sound so fucking good moaning his name.
The idea that itâs because of him that the cute little bump throwing your body off proportion even exists makes him feral, hands eagerly ripping at your clothes and slotting you in his lap, grasping at your hips and physically bouncing you up and down on his cock until heâs groaning your name and stuffing you full again and again and again, leaving you dripping white and smelling his cum, like him.
Heâs not the most possessive yandere, sure, but even Asahi can get behind the idea of marking you as his own, of claiming you in the most natural, animalistic way. It satisfies something deep within him â the same thing that urges him to rush forward and keep you from getting too close to the open flames on the stove, the same thing that urges him to buy the pretty flowers on his way home from work and tuck one behind your ear. Heâs never given much stock to gender stereotypes, but it just feels right to have you be his sweet little housewife, to be your big, strong protector, to be your provider in more ways than one.
And while bringing you gifts and keeping a roof over your head and warm food in your stomach are certainly ways he loves to provide for you, heâs more than willing to provide for your more carnal needs, too.
Heâs more than happy to fill you to the brim with his cum, the sticky white dribbling out of you in big globs that he pressed back in with a thumb, voice shaky as he jokes about having to buy some sort of a plug just to keep everything inside.
(The next morning you find a pretty, purple plug on your bedside table, Asahi looking sheepish as he tells you that itâs the only way to really be sure, you know? Canât have you wasting anythingâŚ)
Heâs more than happy to keep his cock inside of you after heâs come, to make sure youâre plugged up, to keep you laying so that youâre hips are elevated, so that his cum will surely reach your womb, so that your body will have no choice but to give him exactly what he wants.
And during sex, the thoughts racing through Asahiâs head absolutely reinfornce this â as his high approaches, thereâs a mantra repeating over and over in his head to  come inside her, fuck a baby into her, get her pregnant so sheâll never leave you.
His hips will speed up, the sound absolutely obsene as he throws your legs over his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he watches your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts, the mental image of you swollen and round and so fucking fertile leaving his head spinning and oh fuck fuck fuck â
Heâs coming with a whine of your name, burying his face into your neck and grasping tightly onto your breast, chanting your name under his breath and pressing himself just a bit deeper inside, anything to try and increase the chances of it taking.
The idea of knocking you up clouds his senses as his hips plow into you, the sensation so overwhelming that heâs nearly crying, but fat tears welling up and streaming down his face to land on your own while he clutches onto your hand, the emotional end of realizing that he might get you pregnant hitting him at full speed and making him dizzy with desire and love.
Heâll oftentimes whisper sweet nothings about how beautiful youâll look, how much he wants to give you children, how deeply he wants to come inside while his hips are pounding away, practically ramming into your cervix with each powerful, passionate thrust.
He loves the idea of having a baby with you, and itâs just an added bonus that giving it to you feels so good.Â
Size kink
No matter your size, Asahi will be taller, stronger, bigger.
Heâs six feet tall, muscular, and despite his timid disposition, heâs very much a force to be reckoned with. Despite transitioning to a career less focused on physical prowess, Asahi largely retained his physique.
Heâs a little softer now, the muscles covered by a small layer of fat, but heâs still got definition lining every inch of his body, the short-sleeved t-shirts he wears doing very little to hide the outline of his biceps. When his shirt rides up as he pulls his hair back into its signature bun, itâs impossible to miss the way he seems to tower over everything and everything, his presence something commanding the room, making everyone else just feel so small.
And while none of it is on purpose, Asahi slowly notices with time just how pronounced this difference is.
He sees it in the way that your palms compare as he timidly snake his hand against yours, swallowing heavily and avoiding eye contact because god, not only are your hands soft and warm, theyâre practically engulfed by his, the sight making something scratch at the back of his throat.
He sees it in the way that your arms just barely wrap around his torso when you hug him, your fingers lacing together. (Of course, this took him a very long time to notice â he was too flustered by the fact that youâre hugging him to really notice any details, and even then heâd been too preoccupied by the feeling of your clothed breasts pressing against his chest, willing everything in himself to not get hard, to not let the blood rush to his cock as he imagines the way your legs would feel wrapped around his waist.)
As time passes, Asahi discovers that not only is he noticing these things, but thereâs something about the sight that gets him hot under the collar, his breathing more strained than usual and his voice coming out a bit crackly.
And really, this kink stems from his protectiveness of you and his need to feel like your savior, but thereâs just something about having you underneath him, seeing how small your body is in comparison to his own that really gets to him.
The idea of you being a fraction of his size, of your body being so much cuter, tinier, and softer than his own is something that makes Asahi blush, the red spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his collarbone, the idea that youâre such opposites yet so perfect for one another simultaneously warming his heart and begging him to fuck you because he just loves you so much.
And while your size difference is something that Asahi has always rationally known about, itâs so much different to actually see it, to be physically forced to recognize that heâs just so big compared to you.
When youâre naked below him, looking up at him with those vulnerable, beautiful eyes while you clutch the pillow underneath your head and shakily swallow, Asahi is hit with the sudden realization that you so clearly need him, need his help to do everything, and that includes turning you into a panting, drooling mess with his fingers, tongue and cock.
He loves the foreign surge of dominance he feels, how powerful and manly it makes him feel to see you under him, looking up at him like that, your lips swollen and puffy from kissing and biting them, from enjoying the pleasure heâs so focused on delivering to you.
He loves watching you take his cock; how it stretches you out to the point where youâre tensed up, fisting the sheets and telling him to slow down because you need time to adjust to his massive length.
(Of course, Asahi immediately stops, panic eating away at him because what if he hurt you? Thereâs not a sadistic bone in his body, and when you have to tell him things like that it only reminds him how easily he gets lost in you, how quickly he succumbs to the carnal urge to just fuck you so hard that youâre screaming his name and showing everyone exactly who owns the tight little pussy heâs fucking and filling with his cum.)
He loves to intertwine his fingers with yours while he thrusts into you, marveling at how his fingers dwarf your own while his cock stretches you out so fully, so completely that itâs almost visible against the skin of your navel.
Heâll purposefully fuck you in positions that really showcase this difference in size, too â of course his favorite is missionary, getting to look at you while he slowly rolls his hips into yours, but thereâs something exquisite about folding you into a mating press, too. The way heâs strong enough to practically force your ankles up to your ears, his entire body hovering over yours as he pounds into you, watching the way you seize up because the angle is just so fucking deep.
Itâs not his favorite, but heâll fuck you from behind, the position slowly morphing from doggy into prone bone as he becomes more and more desperate for you, soon laying almost completely on top of you while his hips stutter into yours, the sensation of warm cum flooding you and the feeling of Asahi in every inch of your space making your head spin.
Even non-penetrative positions have this effect on him â watching you settle between his legs and eagerly jerk him off gets him clutching onto the nearest surface, the sight of your fingers, so small and sweet and pretty compared to his own, making his knees feel weak because fuck youâre so delicate compared to him.
And god, your mouth? Itâs over for him the moment that your lips wrap around his tip, the sight of a much-too-big cock forcing its way down your throat threatening to bring him to orgasm much, much too soon.
Every part of him is bigger, and he just loves how obvious his muscles and height make it that heâs the protector in the relationship, that heâs the one providing for you, keeping you safe, keeping you happy.
Because after all, heâd do anything to keep you happy.Â
OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:
Hair pulling
Quite honestly, Asahiâs not sure where this kink came from. His scalp has always been a bit sensitive, his hair silky and in remarkably good shape for little he brushes it, for how poorly he cares for it. And while heâs kept it long for all of his adult life, heâs still just the slightest bit insecure about being a man with long hair â the lingering stares of others making him slump his shoulders a bit, wishing theyâd stop staring.
And so, heâs never really viewed his hair as something sexual â no girl has ever really pulled it, and on the rare occasions when heâs touched himself, a hand never manages to travel north of his chest.
And even on the more practical side of things, heâs never really been one for pain, for enjoying the stinging sensation of sharpness against his skin, of feeling the dull throb of a bruise being pressed on. Heâs never really found it to be sexy, and by extension heâs never bothered to explore hair pulling.
But then he becomes intimate with you and as heâs kissing you, tongue tracing the shape of your teeth and moaning into your mouth he feels it â
Your nails scraping against his scalp, digging in and grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling and tugging.
He actually moans, the sound high and whiny and so girly it nearly makes him cry, but he canât help but beg you to do it again, a hand coming up to secure your place against his scalp.
Thereâs just something about the your fingers tunnel into his hair, gripping the brown locks between your nimble fingers while his tongue works fast, desperate circles against your clit, his fingers curling and arching just the way you told him to. Every tug at his hair drives him to work harder, to suck harder and lick faster because he just wants to please you, and the way youâre mixing pain with pleasure is making his hips buck against the mattress, unable to control himself as he whines against your cunt.
When your nails lightly scrape against his scalp, Asahi canât help but close his eyes and moan, the vibrations going straight up your spine as he doubles his efforts, wanting to get you to come to an almost unhealthy degree.
And yet, as your hands pull harder, coaxing him into fingerfucking you harder, moving in the specific motion against your clit he knows you love, all you can do is throw your hair back and moan, little gasps of oh Asahi, oh please â Iâm so close, donât stop!
Thereâs something about the light touch of pain that makes him shiver, that makes the excitement stand up at the back of his neck, his eyes growing dilated and his efforts even more vigorous because fuck, you deserve to come, and by god is Asahi going to be the man to do it.
Itâs become a staple of him giving you head â you always burrow your fingers into the loose, flowing brown locks, pulling him ever closer to your sopping cunt, something Asahi couldnât be happier about.
And if you really want to leave him a flustered, panting mess, lightly tug at his hair without any warning in a non-sexual context â reach over during breakfast and give a light tug and youâll see in real time as his face turns red, gaping like a fish and letting a hand drop his fork and wander down to his crotch, the table covering his motions. (Though the sound of a zipper slowly undoing is hardly difficult to identify, nor is the way the slick, clicking noises echo through the room as he shakily tells you to f-finish your breakfastâŚ)
Lingerie
Perhaps itâs a result of his heightened attention paid to fashion, or perhaps itâs just Asahiâs nature, but as his infatuation with you develops, so too does his desire to see you all dressed up for him.
He doesnât view you as a doll, per se, but Asahi finds that one of his guiltiest pleasures is to put you in clothing he designs specifically for you â pretty colors and cuts he thinks accentuate your curves, always sucking in a sharp breath and muttering out this awed, overtly genuine wow that makes you too embarrassed to respond.
And itâs sweet, more than anything, because the dresses and outfits he creates for you really are flattering â except that as your sexual relationship develops, he starts taking certain liberties, his creations becoming more and more risquĂŠ.
The lingerie he designs for you is tasteful, at least â itâs flattering as well, always in shades of pinks, reds, and white to enhance your natural coloring, his fingers always trembling when he helps you put them on, catching a bit of lace between his thumb and index finger and sighing out your name in a tone much too airy to be normal.
You look absolutely stunning â and he finds that fucking you with the lingerie still decorating your body only makes his kisses more heartfelt, longer, more needy because youâre just so damn pretty all dressed up and practically wrapped up like a gift for him.
But really, whereâs Asahiâs true lingerie kink lies is not in you wearing it, but rather in him wearing it.
Itâs beyond embarrassing to him and something that would take a long time for him to admit, but thereâs a certain part of him that would actually like to try on a few of the lingerie sets he sees in magazines, tv and social media. Some of them are just so fucking pretty, soft pastels with lots of lace and ruffles, things that scream feminine and soft, pretty and fuckable.
And while Asahi knows heâs supposed to be the âmanâ in the relationship, itâs a guilty pleasure that he just canât shake â and so, when you one day catch him staring at an ad for a brand new baby blue two piece set on his phone, you ask him if heâs going to get it, cocking a brow at him because itâs rare for him to ever buy you lingerie sets rather than make them himself.
(Heâd told you once that he can fit them to your body better than any manufacturer can. And what he hadnât told you is that thereâs a certain allure to knowing that youâre wearing something that he made you, not some unknown, random worker with no appreciation for you or your beauty.)
Immediately Asahi is scrambling to cover it up, nervously chuckling and denying your words, but when it shows up the next day and Asahi mumbles if youâd be willing to um, give me an opinion about something, youâre intrigued. And as you open the door to reveal him, familiar brown eyes are unable to meet your own gaze, his body language clearly nervous at your scrutiny.
But really, the sight of the six foot tall, burly man clad in the soft material hugging his body and bringing out the natural tan color of his skin leaves you oddly breathless, the sight strangely bizarre and erotic.
The bra cups are a bit loose, though you can still see his pretty, pink nipples hard as a rock underneath the sheer material. The bra may be loose, but the pair of lacy, red panties most certainly are not â his cock threatens to burst out of it at any moment, his balls hanging on by a thread to stay inside of the dainty fabric.
And when you take a few steps forward, looking at him with wide eyes, he feels his heart drop when you say oh Asahi, youâre so beautiful.
(If you look closely enough, you can see his balls visibly clench at the compliment, the skin angry and red at the tightness of the panties.)
So while itâs not the manliest thing, Asahi canât deny that it makes him feel good, and youâre always so touchy and sweet when heâs wearing it.
And so when heâs in more of a submissive mood, wanting you to take care of him, dote on him, love him and show him that youâre just as desperate and hopelessly in love as he is, he throws it on and sits patiently on the bed, waiting with baited breath for you to pull the strap out and make him feel like a good little boy.
(And god his moans are pretty, his little gasps and whines when you toy with the fabric making you power-hungry, the sight of his cute little hole clenching as you toy with him, bent over and panties pushed to the side is the stuff of fantasies â heâs just so fucking obedient when heâs all dressed up for you.)
BIGGEST FANTASY:Â
Going hand in hand with his breeding kink and his want of starting a family with you, Asahi has a few guilty pleasures when it comes to the idea of a pregnant you.
He just canât help it â his biggest domestic fantasy is having a family with you, and every time he sees a pregnant woman out and about something inside of him just snaps, the flood of images of you all knocked up making his knees nearly buckle.
(Of course, in these images youâre sometimes clothes and sometimes not â the clothes, when included, are always too small, making your breasts look even bigger and your stomach ever rounder.)
Something about the roundness of your body, how your curves are enhanced, how you look so fucking fertile really gets to him, especially with how your breasts begin to swell.
Something about watching as your nipples begin to darken, your areolas get larger, and the way the flesh begins to hang heavier, looking so full and ready to be emptied really gets to him, sparking some odd, primal instinct in him that he didnât even know he had.
Heâs staring constantly, brown eyes darting to the way his t-shirts are stretched taut against your belly bump and engorged breasts, how you look so perfect and domestic and like a real mother.
Heâll be much too shy to say anything, too nervous at your rejection of the fantasy he holds close to his heart, but he really wants nothing more than to just latch onto a leaking, aching nipple, wrap his lights tightly around it, circle his tongue over the sensitive skin, and suck.
He wants to taste you; feel the white liquid against his tongue, nurse off of you in such a human, natural way.
He almost feels as if itâs his reward - he put the baby inside of you thatâs causing you to produce, heâs the one heading to work everyday, making money to bring back to you and your slowly growing family.
Heâs the one that spent hours between your legs, fingering your pretty cunt and giving you load after load after load of hot, potent cum.
Heâs your protector, and itâs his deepest fantasy to be rewarded for all his hard work with your breastmilk. Heâll never, ever admit it, but when he fondles your breasts and nibbles at them, sucking at them with a vigor youâve never experienced before, those are the thoughts racing through his mind.Â
             âIâm home!â Asahi calls, closing the front door and letting out a small, satisfied sigh at the sight of his little home. Touches of your style are everywhere - the couch has your favorite color throw pillows, your favorite art is on the walls, pictures of the two of you hanging in frames on the shelf above the fireplace on the far side of the living room. It makes him smile, something warm and fuzzy settling in his chest.
             He slips his shoes off, shrugging off his coat and venturing further into the house. Normally youâd be in the kitchen by now, preparing dinner and wanting to have a nice meal while the two of you discussed your days, telling one another how much you missed the other. When he doesnât find you in the kitchen, his brow arches and he calls your name once more, a small pang of panic bolting through him at the thought of you not responding.
             âOh! Youâre home!â He hears you exclaim from behind him, and heaves out a small sigh of relief. He turns around with a soft smile on his face, but that smile vanishes as soon as he takes in your appearance.Â
             Youâre wearing one of his old tee shirts, the material a bit light and comfortable, and a pair of your favorite panties peeking out from under the hem. You look so fucking pretty that it takes him a moment to register your words, brown eyes dilating and focusing on the sight of you in his shirt, the smooth expanse of your thighs, the smile on your face that gets his knees weak. But as he takes in the full sight of you, something else catches his eye â immediately saliva is pooling against his tongue, his fingers twitching and his tongue flicking out to lick over his lips.
Two small, uneven pools of wet form right over the swell of your breasts, staining the fabric a darker shade and making his mouth water slightly. The sight of your chest straining heavily against the shirt has him taking a step forward hastily, aching to get closer and closer.
             You notice his staring, and you scratch the back of your neck a bit awkwardly. âWelcome home, love. Sorry, I was just about to go start pumping but the laundry had me busy. I lost track of time.âÂ
             He just nods, not able to take his gaze away from you. You blink, before quirking the corner of your lips up. Although your husband had never asked, youâd noticed his affinity for your chest increasing tremendously after youâd begun lactating - he thought he was smooth when heâd oh so innocently walk in on you with your pump, watching your milk fill up the bottle, but you knew better. The fixation in his eyes as he stared was telling, the way heâd play with his hands and fingers, struggling to keep eye contact with you making it oh so apparent. And so, with a confidence that only he could allow you to develop over the years, you realize that maybe it was alright that you hadnât started dinner quite yet.
             You bite your lip and slowly walk up to him, until youâre close enough to hear the slight wheeze in his breaths. You watch his Adamâs Apple bob as his eyes dart between your face and your breasts, trying to decide where to look. You almost laugh. âAsahi...I have an idea, if youâd be willing to try it out.â
             His gaze meets yours with a bit of reluctance, and his brows tighten. âS-sure! What did you have in mind?â
             You smile, leaning up on your tippy toes and placing a kiss against his cheek. âWell, since I havenât started dinner yet, and I didnât get to start pumping, and youâve been gone all day, working hard and making me proud, I think you deserve a little reward.â
             Asahi visibly flushed at this, and his eyes widened a bit. âA reward? What do you mean?â
             You bite your lip, reaching out to take one of his large hands into your own, before carefully placing it over one of your breasts. He gasps sharply, his entire body tensing as he feels the wetness underneath his palm. You look up at him, doing your best to give him as seductive and sultry a look as you can muster.Â
             âWell, I was thinking that maybe I could give you a little treat? As a thank you for everything that you do for me. Itâs been waiting all day, and Iâm so, so full⌠would you like that? Do you want a little snack as a reward?â You ask, watching his reaction carefully. His brown eyes are so warm, so genuinely shocked, and for a second you almost wonder if heâll say no, or push you away. But before you can take back your words, heâs eagerly nodding, walking you backwards into the living room and settling you down into a sitting position on the couch. He crouches below you, on his knees in between your legs, still in the nice clothes heâd worn to work today. You grab the hem of your shirt, carefully lifting it over you and throwing it to some unknown part of the room. The cold air hits you, and you feel your nipples harden and the skin of your breasts tighten up.Â
             Asahi lets out a mix between a moan and a whimper at the sight of your bare chest, staring in awe with his mouth open. When you see him not moving, you carefully reach your hands up, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing, causing a small stream of milk to leak out of each nipple.
             âDarling, donât you want your reward?â You ask, squeezing extra hard, sending a spurt of liquid out, his eyes following the arc as he licks his lips.
Asahi gulps, a low growl escaping him as he gently pulls your hands away, instead latching his mouth around a nipple and sucking -
             You sigh softly, the feeling of his lips applying pressure and his tongue swiping over your nipple much more erotic than you had been expecting. His lips work against you, tongue swirling against your sensitive areolas as his cheeks hollow. He moans against you, the taste of you overwhelming his senses and setting his body alight with pleasure. He can feel his pants growing uncomfortably tight, but he just sucks harder, listening to your coos and cries above him.Â
             His hand reaches out to cup your other breast, squeezing a bit more firmly and watching the milk leak, before he leans back, releasing the nipple from his mouth with a popping sound, and squeezes once more, harshly, watching as a stream of milk arcs through the air and directly into his parted, awaiting mouth. You both moan, and he swallows. He rubs his fingers over your nipples, and looks up at you, licking his lips.Â
             âI think itâs time you showed me just how good you taste down here, too.â He says, grinding his clothed erection against your crotch. You moan, nodding your head and tangling your fingers into his hair, watching his eyes flutter closed at the sensation.
           And, thirty minutes later as heâs pulling out of you, hissing slightly at the overstimulation, Asahi can only pant, a hand once again coming up to lightly squeeze at your breast, the kiss he gives you heated enough to have you melting against the mattress, too relaxed to even notice the way he pushes himself back in again, gasping into your mouth and pushing through the overstimulation because he needs this, needs you.
           After all, he can never get enough of you.
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kinktober day twelve: threesome kink
>>> brain go brrrr! i can only write a stsg threesome i swear it's bad these days. i just love this dynamic so bad and am clinically addicted omfg i hope u all love it as bad as i do--it is officially the longest piece thus far
>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!fem!reader x suguru geto >>> cw: mfm threesome, m/m interaction, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), spitroasting, reverse cowgirl, double penetration (same hole), overstimulation, hard dom!geto, pleasure dom!gojo, switch gojo, switch reader, squirting, creampie(s). >>> wc: 5.3k >>> event masterlist
heâs not sure when things changed. heâd always seen you in one light, he thought: his friend, his teammate, and a powerful sorceress that made the group a triple threat. you were easy to get along with and impressive to work alongside. you were also funny and had the same taste in music as him, which was a method of bonding during your early years of school. and sure, you were also insanely beautiful, but it was inappropriate for him to have a crush on his classmate. besides, yaga says itâs best not to intermingle with other sorcerers anyways. it would only complicate things, especially as you grow to be closer friends. so geto dated around to distance himself beyond missions and tried to to forget the butterflies your smile gave him for the sake of your group. with his luck, you were probably into satoru anyway.
heâs always been in love with you, he thinks, but enjoyed playing hard to get. unlike suguru, he didnât shy away from spending time with you. he loved to follow you around campus with his arm hooked around your waist, all big grins and pick up lines that made you roll your eyes every time. he was able to play it off on his nature, claiming that annoying you was worth every extra second of his time. he was all too fond of your amazing skill and intellect, your immense beauty and body for days was only an added benefit. gojo made it a point to train with you exclusively, something that brought the two of you closer and allowed you to see the serious side of one of your best friends. he could never bring himself to make a real move. with his luck, you were probably into suguru anywayâlike everyone else.Â
this delicate balance continued through the rest of your years at jujutsu tech and into your young adult years. the strongest, the curse-eater, and the girl that captured both of their heartsâand connected theirs to each other. gojo was able to satiate himself on his little touches and glimpses of your flustered smiles, shamelessly jerking off at night to the daydreams he has of his precious little girl best friend bouncing on his cock and moaning his name. geto tries to delude himself into feeling like a protective older brother, making it his job to monitor your safety and suitors. but no matter how much he tries, his hand still finds his cock in the comfort of his own bed in the middle of the night, shamefully pleasuring himself to the idea of having your body rocking beneath him and his hand around your neck.Â
everything gets worseâor better, depending on who you askâ when you all move in together. it was gojoâs idea, claiming his home was too big for just one singular man. so of course he would invite you to come live with him, he hoped to make you woman of the house at some point in the future anyway, so why not now? he extends the same invitation to his other best friend, only because he knows geto would kill him for taking you for himself. the men were close, closer than most friends in multiple ways, so it was no mystery that their shared crush on you eventually became common knowledge. neither of them minded the competition, seemingly convinced he would win your heart on his own before the other could do the sameâor in the worst case scenario they would share you! (and whose idea do you think that was?)Â
            but they had to up the ante.Â
it started small, geto dropped all his flings, even earning a few comments from you about how lonely he must be with his lack of company these days. he always chuckles and give you that suave smile of his, purring out a itâs time i get serious with a wink. he offered to make dinner nightly, making sure the brunt of housework didnât fall on you since you were already on laundry duty. he always gave you rather selfish relationship advice, making sure you knew how differently he would treat a woman. it wasnât lost on you, nor were gojoâs efforts.
he encouraged you to take his card and go crazy, often accompanying you on shopping sprees for the house and making sure you leave with an armful of new clothes and whatever else your eyes lingered on too long. satoru showed you his serious side, keeping the house regularly dusted and the floors cleaned, insisting a family should clean up after themselves and not keep servants to make their lives more detached. he invested in your hobbies, letting you try to teach him how to knit, play video games, even trying to do a little book club with youâthat unfortunately, suguru was better at, much to his disappointment.Â
you werenât dim, you could tell what was happening. you had your suspicions for a while, the two of them practically glued to your sides at all times nowadaysâunless one of you was away on a mission, which happened far too often for their liking. you would be lying if you said their attention didnât make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, the two were easily the strongest sorcerers the world had to offer if you didnât take one of those spots for yourself. they were both undeniably gorgeous in their own waysâso how could you possibly choose? your forced obliviousness is the only thing keeping you three firmly planted in friendshipville. though, itâs been more than obvious that you havenât been seeing anyone outside of them, thank god, and youâre getting antsy. you have to apply more pressure, figure out something that would push them over the edge. you had to keep them competing for you since you couldnât pick one over the other on your own. aha, youâve got itâitâs low, scheming even, but youâre growing desperate. youâd just have to dust off your best acting skills and sluttiest outfit.Â
it was late that night. you knew the boys were still awake, able to hear their laughter from your room. with one final and steadying breath, you peeked into the living room. they were sitting together on the couch watching a movie that was forgotten about as soon as you walked in, the soft sound of your door closing behind drawing their attention. you were evil in your cropped tank that made it painfully clear that was the only thing covering your perky tits, and it didnât stop there. you didnât bother with shorts, a cute thong cupping your pussy and sitting along those glorious wide hips. they could dieâthe effect you have is clear immediately. suguru clutches a throw pillow over his lap, hoping to smoothly hide the throbbing erection just looking at you gave him, while satoru only makes his more obvious by spreading his legsâat least geto tried to respect you. their eyes are practically bulging from their heads, suguruâs lip was between his teeth meanwhile satoruâs curls into a smirk.Â
âyou guys are being so loud out here.â you bat your eyes innocently, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger as you let your gaze bounce between them. gojo slides his glasses off, a bit starstruck as he sets them aside and looks over to suguru, needing him to be on the same page.Â
âsorry princess,â satoru pouts, patting the spot in between him and geto. âsince youâre upâŚwhy donât you hang out with us?â you note the greed swimming in those all-seeing eyes. you force some bashfulness.Â
âohâdressed like this?â you rotate your hips a little bit to further your point and suguru has to clench his jaw tight to not groan aloud. âi wouldn't wanna make you guys uncomfortable.âÂ
âyou wonât.â suguru blurts out, tucking some of his overgrown bangs behind his ear. satoru nods his agreement.Â
âyeah! youâre our girl, you could never make us uncomfortable.â the white headed one says, cunningly petting the cushion again. you smirk to yourself, giving them a faux-reluctant nod before striding to sit. your ass ripples as you step past suguru, and his dick throbs pathetically. as soon as your back touches the couch, satoruâs arm is around your waist to tug your upper half into a lean; then suguru puts a massive paw over your thigh, kneading and stroking the exposed skin gently. theyâre both so close, the heavy feeling of their hands on your skin was intoxicating; you could hardly tell where one stopped and the other one began. their scents were so overbearing, suguruâs spicy cinnamon and bourbon contrasted the honeyed vanilla sweetness of satoru so perfectly it had you drunk and losing sight of your master plan before anything had even really happened. but donât worry, theyâll take very good care of you. youâve gotten the ball rolling, which is good enough, right?Â
they pretend to keep their eyes on the tv, heads forward like they donât notice what the other was doing. satoruâs hand starts to creep under the hemline of your tank top, sinewy fingers long enough to brush against the underside of your breast. you hum softly at the touch, only encouraging the lean man to do it again. suguru watches patiently, waiting for more of your approval. you burrow deeper in his side, pushing your chest out even further. he could practically giggle with excitement at your eagerness. suguru scoots closer, sliding his arm across your lower back to grab handfuls of your thick ass free to fondle thanks to your slutty panties. your weight falls back to the middle, wanting to give geto more of your attention. he smiles at satoru at the action, taking it as a sign of your affection. the other man rolls his eyes, leaning into your side to nuzzle your cheek.Â
the black haired man does the same into your neck, their hands kneading and rubbing and stroking your skin. you lean your head back against the couch, throwing your arms around them to encourage them further with a blissed out grin of your own.Â
âour slutty little roommate came dressed like that for a reason.â satoru snickers, bringing his other hand to cradle your jawline, tossing a wink towards his dark haired counterpart.Â
you hum, prying your eyes open to look at him with a smirk. âcourse i didâŚjust like you asked me to move in for a reason and sugu gives me back massages for a reason.â you muse, humming as you walk your fingers down their spines. they look at each other with slight surprise, clearly they thought you were unsuspecting of them all this time. you chuckle softly, trailing your digits down their arms to close around their wrists, moving their massive hands to your chest, a boob each. you smirk at them. âeverything thatâs about to go down is only because i want it to happen, understand?âÂ
you look at gojo first, reveling in his amused expression. he hadnât expected you to take over and become the boss, but he wasnât necessarily opposed either. it was sexy to think that he had fallen for your trap, and not the other way around. heâd happily do anything that you wanted, all he wanted was you. you arch your brow and he nods dumbly, nuzzling into your cheek again to show his devotion. no woman had tamed him before, but it wouldnât be so bad to start now, especially not when the woman in question is his very sexy best friend. you give him a soft smile of approval before turning to the real work, geto.Â
many women had tried and failed to tame him, and he thought it was pretty funny each and every time. but now here you are, his gorgeous lady best friend, prepared to tell him what to do and exactly how to do it. now that was just plain adorable. you could see see the flames of intrigue flicker in his obsidian eyes, a gaze so intense it made you shrink into satoru a little bit. suguru was being hand gifted the only thing heâs ever wished for, but he would still have it on his terms. he squeezes down harshly on your breast, making you squirm. âcute. we wanted this longer though, so. how about you listen to me instead?âÂ
you scoff, looking down at his hand on you. âdonât act so bold now, sugu. if you wanted to be in charge, you should have acted like it.â you tease, and even gojo smirks behind you. he thought it would be pretty amusing to watch you two battle for dominance, though heâs smart enough to capitalize on an opportunity when he sees one. he pulls you against him, kneading your hips and giving your exposed neck sweet sloppy kisses, all playing into your favor. âmaybe iâll let you give out orders next timeâbut if you want to be a diva, iâll just fuck satoruâiâm sure heâs more than enough.âÂ
the mentioned man hums, happy to be in your good graces and your leveraging tool. nothing drives suguru crazier than watching gojo get all the attention. geto gives you a look of dissatisfaction, only pushing you to climb onto your lanky friendâs lap, smiling down at him like an angel from heaven. gojo thought he may die right here. youâre perfect, the way your weight feels in his lap pressing up against his semi is so glorious already heâs afraid he may embarrass himself. his hands find your waist, and heâs looking up to you like he has no idea what to do next. he really is so clueless that itâs adorable. satoru acted like a pussy magnet, which wasnât necessarily wrong since he is so gorgeous, powerful, and tall, but he never knew how to interact with themâespecially since all his fantasies consisted of you, anyway. you smile down at him again and he knows it will be alright, that heâll do what he does best and learn on the flyâhe has to make you feel good.Â
âtake my shirt off, baby.â you coo to him, lifting your arms a bit so he could peel it off. He leans forward unsurely, almost looking to geto for approval before he pinches the fabric and brings it over your head. your tits fall from the little tank top holding them in place, a beautifully heavy chest with pebbled buds wait, calling gojoâs name. his face turns red and he looks up to you for the next order, feeling his semi grow into a full blown problem. geto watches you with narrowed eyes, aching bulge straining against his pants still, and you were only making it worse. he curses himself for being enamored with someone like you, an expert in pushing buttons. youâre his woman whether you know it or not, and heâs only willing to share you with his bestest of friends, even if you were grating on his last nerve.Â
âdo what feels natural, sato.â you breathe out, focused on the way his eyes grow at your permission and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. heâs been fixated on you as long as he can remember, and now it was his time to prove that he was the one for you. he drags your hips closer, wanting you to feel his erection pressing into that tiny thong you had the nerve to put on. you gasp in surprise, though a giggle quickly replaces the sound. you rest your arms on his shoulders, content to twirl locks of snowy white around your fingers. he groans at the sensation, struggling to keep his head on straight already. your body is so warm beneath his hands, so soft and pliable. you duck your head down to kiss him, and he tilts his head up to receive it. it swallows up all his senses, tunneling out everything around him to only focus on your touch, taste, and smell. heâs hungry, eager to prove his worth as a lover, wanting nothing else but to make you feel good. he grabs at your hips to feel you closer, and you indulge by circling your movements in his lap. he moans into your mouth as he feels your tits brush up against his shirt, making him break the kiss and lean back so he could get it off. he does it so quick that you arenât prepared for his mouth to smack up against yours again, teeth clashing. you giggle again, enchanted by his boyish charm and overwhelming affection for you. it was sweet, and even though he was inexperienced, his kisses were full of passion and heat.Â
geto had mixed feelings. on one hand, you looked magnificent. your body is like nothing heâs ever seen before, almost to the point of unfairness. no woman could ever compare after this. heâd either have to marry you or be forever disappointed. but, on the other hand, you were wiggling around in gojoâs lap instead of his, and thatâs only tolerable for so long. gojo is lucky still, if it were anyone else there would be no tolerance at all. but his patience is wearing thin, especially once you start letting little moans of your own go because of satoruâs big hands massaging your tits and his bulge catching on your puffy clothed clit. you even sound angelic, and itâs pissing him off. this was just a display of your power over them, but suguru wanted to teach a few lessons of his own. he scoots closer, letting his hands mingle around with satoruâs, feeling the dips of your body.Â
you can feel his touch, easily differentiating between satoru and suguru. your lanky friendâs hands were slimmer and warmerâmoving around clumsily. your dark locked counterpart moved with more experience, his fingers thicker and rougher. you smirk at his impatience, clearly not able to be as obedient as dear satoru. you knew it would go like this, with gojo doing anything to please you and geto vying for control himself. you didnât mindâyou know it would push gojo to compete.Â
geto wastes no time in pulling you off of gojoâs lap and into his own, much to his friendâs disappointment. you give him a pointed look, brow raised and all, but you still wrap your arms around his shoulders the same way you did your other bestie. he smirks up at you, expecting nothing but your compliance once he sees how wet gojo got you. he can tell from the look in your eyes that you donât have a lot of fight left in you despite the way you act, and thatâs perfect for him. he plans to make you brainless, able to remember nothing but him anyway.Â
âgreedy much?â you tease, tossing a look to the pouty white-haired boy watching with contempt. suguru shrugs.Â
âhardly, just proving that he is not all you need.â he smiles up at you innocently, raking his touch over your thighs. unlike gojo, he knows exactly how to work you up and melt in his hands. gojo harrumphs in the corner of the couch. getoâs brow creeps up even though his head is laxly leaned back against the sofa. he watches you like he owns you, and you love the contrast between the two boys. you roll your eyes and lean down to kiss him anyway, and his lips tell you that the show is over. he gnashes his teeth against your lip, making you squeal and open up for him, wherein he promptly shoves his tongue in to smother yours out. your fingers card through the black tresses cascading over his shoulders and down his back as you hum into his mouth. heâs humming at your eagerness, letting his hand drift from the meaty parts of your hips over to the wet patch on your panties, grinning when you gasp. he works his deft fingers over your heat, and gojo makes a strangled noise as he watches you lewdly suck on getoâs tongue. you let your hips roll into his hand, his other one coming down on your rippling ass. you moan softly, prompting him to spank you again, much to satoruâs enjoyment. Â
âsâfat, looks so pretty when you do that.â he compliments his friend, shoving out of his pants in anticipation of what comes next. his hand grabs around his proud length, pumping the curved shaft for minimal relief. geto hisses, feeling your hips move desperately towards your own release. he slaps your ass a third time, making you groan out and toss your head back, the picture of a perfect mess.Â
âgonna cum already?â he tsked, though the smirk on his face betrays him. you nod, tugging on the roots of his hair hard enough to cause a little sting. satoru groans, tired of watching and desperate for any form of aid, but youâre too intoxicating to rush. âthen cum.â he demands, stopping his touch.Â
he knew he had pushed you far enough already, feeling your pelvis stutter against his hand. he watches you come undone, digging pearly white teeth into swollen lips as you dampen your panties another level. he doesnât give you any type of reprieve before heâs pushing and tugging and arranging you for his preference on the cluttered couch. your brain is foggy already, clit throbbing from satoruâs craze and suguruâs abuse. heâs got you on all fours, face positioned over a huge cock nestled in trimmed white hair.Â
âbe easy on her, satoru.â geto warns as gojo gets to his knees, fisting your hair to get your attention. if you enjoyed suguruâs dominance then he would try some of his own. he directs your mouth over his leaky tip, and you stick out your tongue to encourage him. he nearly shudders just from that, and you whine at the feeling of geto sliding his hands down your ass and thighs with his breath fanning over your shiny hole. youâre gagging on satoruâs length hitting the back of your throat as suguru his fat tongue licks a teasingly slow stripe down your slit. you canât help but pressed yourself further back into his muscle and force yourself down to the hilt of satoru. he groans loudly, giving you a taste of your own medicine with how he pulls on your hair. he guides you along him, amazed at how much better you feel than his hand. your velvet cheeks feel so wet and warm, itâs amazing he doesnât cum down your throat instantly. meanwhile geto eats you from the back, sucking on your lips and nudging up against your bud in alternating motions, making your head cloud up with dizziness. that could be from the lack of air youâre able to get in around gojoâs cock stuffing your mouth, tears sliding down your flustered cheeks and drool spilling out around him. heâs whimpering, the sound of him coupled with squelching from both ends had suguru grunting into your folds, letting your sweet essence dribble down his chin. heâs grabbing handfuls of your ass, bruising and smacking the fat. your hands explore the lean expanse that is satoruâs body, muscular thighs keeping you steady and flexing abs making you clench around your other friendâs tongue.Â
âgah, thisâis amazingâfu-huck.â satoru whines, fisting your hair as his cock jumps at the sight of you. you moan your approval, pussy spasming for geto once again without warning, releasing on his face this time. your vision is already blurring, pleasure ripping through you all at once. heâs drunk on the taste of you, sitting upright on his knees as he scoops some of your cum out, coating his fingers with the slick. he may be the slightest bit possessive, but whatâs his is gojoâs, and he had to let the other man taste you and get just as pussydrunk as he is. his other hand tugs you off his friendâs dick with a pop, pushing his hardness to the crack of your ass. he leans over you, body like a slab of concrete as he extends his hand to gojo. he leans up immediately, and youâre amazed at the sight of satoru sucking your juice off of suguruâs fingers, moaning slightly at your taste. geto smirks at him, settling back to his original spot. gojo grins widely as he wipes some residual tears from your face.Â
âsheâs so pretty, tell her suguru.â he sings, pushing some hair out of your face as the aforementioned wraps a beefy arm around your waist and pulls you to a sitting position against him. heâs so solid, you can feel how thick and long he is against your back, and it makes you tingle with need like you havenât came twice already. he pulls you along as he repositions himself, sitting on the couch like itâs intended to be used for with you balanced on his abdomen.Â
âoh of course, our pretty lady is the only girl i see.â suguru croons, pulling your hair into a ponytail just because he could. you look down at his cock, biting down on your lip at the sight. he was an inch or two shorter than gojo, but made up for it with his thickness. he had veins running along the shaft much like his muscular arms, and a dark tip growing impatient. they were perfect, you knew they would please you in different ways, but you had to have them both.Â
when satoru gets to his feet and stands in front of you, pale fingers stroking his pretty cock, you knew that was their plan.Â
geto snakes his hands to your thighs, prying them apart with little resistance from you. he lifts you with this grip, lowering you down all at once on him. he chuckles when you hiss and squirm at the stretch, feeling like a hot knife just gutted you. suguru continues sinking his hips into the cushions below and slamming them back up into you, locking eyes with his best friend eagerly awaiting his turn. you were a whimpering mess, falling back against the man railing you and leaving him responsible for holding you upright as your head finds home on his shoulder.Â
âif i go easy on you now, you wonât be able to fit us.â suguru explains with a labored breath, your walls so tight he didnât know if youâd be able to take them anyhowâbut heâd be damned if he didnât try. you nod your understanding, moving your hips to help his strokes hit even deeper. you already feel so full, you canât imagine what itâs gonna be like when satoru tries to push in. âso fucking wet for your best friends, youâll take us, wonât you?âÂ
you nod vigorously. it feels like youâre floating, every snap of suguruâs hips slammed his cock impossibly deeper. you knew your little act of control would only last so long, but it worked beautifully. if not for you, theyâd probably be jacking off to you for the foreseeable future.Â
âsay it, wanna hear it from our girlâs mouth.â he coos, the tone of his voice so contradictory to what he actually says. it makes your pussy squeeze him anyway.Â
âwanna take my best friendâs cocks.â you babble, feeling satoruâs hands on your waist again.Â
âand what else?â suguru groans, almost irritated that your pussy fucked this good and youâve had the nerve to keep it to yourself all this time. his hand closes around your throat this time, trusting satoru to keep you from falling over. you were so pliable and it was such a treat to hear you talk like this.Â
âand iâm soaking wet for you both, godâstop teasinâ.â you whine, batting your eyes at satoru. heâs sympathetic to your cause, wanting nothing more than to shove his rod deep in you and wonder who makes you feel better, not keen to wait for orders anymore, eager to earn your praise. suguru has your legs spread open perfectly; so while geto snickers from your answer, gojo steps forward and shoves his cock over his best friendâs and into your choking cunt. the feeling takes even suguru aback as you cry out from the stretch. Itâs impossible, itâs too much, you feel like theyâll break you in half if they start to move, but the burning subsides, your fingers digging at gojoâs chest when suguru starts to move.Â
all three of you moan. itâs too good not to, your cunt locking the men against each other, rubbing against your silken walls and the bumpy texture of the otherâs ridges was the best way to fuck, they found out. suguru is slow, and prompts gojo to go even slower, feeling you loosen up as the pressure of them in your gut only makes you delirious. youâre so loud, nasty moans and curses coming from your lips as their pace increases, the two men locked in competition to make you and even the other cum first. satoru leans in, pressing his rock hard abdomen against you and deepening his angle. he has to balance himself by bracing his hand on suguruâs other shoulder, both of you close enough to kiss. this was how it was always meant to be, the three of you. he gives you a sloppy kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek to tell you how much this means to him. getoâs caught up in the moment, he tells himself, but everything feels so clear. they were never in competitionâyou needed them both, and he needed you both, and satoru needed the two of you both. then he feels it, a sloppy kiss meant for him, and he hums in realization. it wasnât much different from kissing you, though satoru certainly needed the practice. you moan lewdly, the sounds of your cunt being stuffed and their grunts and groans of pleasure provide the soundtrack as they work in tandem to drive you crazy.Â
âgânaânghâcum boys, ohhh~â you cry, legs starting to shake in suguruâs grip. they break their kiss to watch you jerk and jump, fucking into you as deep as their hips will allow. Satoru presses his fingers to your clit, hoping to increase your cute little spasms, but what you do instead is even sexier. you push at his shoulders, a clear liquid gushing and spraying over his abdomen and dripping down your cunt to cover suguruâs balls, leaving them both gaping in amazement.Â
âthatâs a good fucking girl, shitââ suguru mumbles, watching satoruâs face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure. he doesnât warn you, holding your hips down to receive all of his cum, the hot feeling making you writhe and moan in his lap to send satoru spurting too. itâs so much, the burning warmth in your gut, their seed mixing together inside of you and gushing out around them both, making such a mess youâre almost embarrassed. satoru slumps forward to kiss you all over, mumbling out thanks for letting them destroy you like this as he lifts you off of suguru, cuddling up with youâmess be damned. youâre panting, sensitive, and dripping but you canât stop grinning at your success. suguru rolls his eyes at satoruâs childishness, but it really just amuses him. heâd rather you have company as he cleans up the messes anyway, cleaning you and even satoru up before himself. satoru spoons you from behind and suguru shoves himself on the couch to hold you the other way, content at his display of power over the two strongest sorcerers in the room. everyone settles their breathing and into a lull of peace, the only sound in the room was the forgotten movie on the flatscreen, until.Â
âheyâi didnât get to eat her outtttttt.â gojo whines, squeezing your body. you laugh, expecting geto to do the same, but he entertains this argument.Â
âyou got your dick suckedâi didnât get thatââ
âwe have plenty of time to even the score, shut up and let me sleep before i use my technique to un-fuck you.â you giggle.Â
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Yandere!Satoru Gojo
Tags: Breed kink. Breeding. Kidnapping. Imprisonment. Unprotected sex. Plotting murder. Cream pie.
"Fuck me like it's the last time." That's what you say to Satoru's face after you have everything ready to make your move and run from him.
It's certain that if you stay here, Satoru will trap you in other ways, and you aren't about to let that happen. It's taken meticulous planning to get to this point, earning his trust finally and getting your leash extended enough for wiggle room.
Satoru takes your statement as a challenge, but constantly reinforces the face that you aren't leaving and that this is all role play. He doesn't deny that it is turning him on, going further in gorging himself on his favourite kink.
He needs to breed you.
You aren't sure where it's come from, you don't want to know either. You've been lucky so far, despite his best efforts and bold disappointment when nothing came of it.
Relief.
The last time doing this and the last time seeing his smug face before you disappear and vanish into the night. Satoru won't ever find you, you've made sure of it.
Satoru fucks you. His thrusts are hard and unforgiving, repeating over and over how you'll stay with him, bear his children and somehow be alright with raising them for his legacy he's been pressured to fulfil.
Not a fucking chance.
You let him, taking the chance to think of all the good times you'll have after you leave, but the danger you'll be in to ensure he never finds you.
Satoru Gojo isn't as trusting as he might appear. Time and exhausting effort to throw off this sniffer dogs nose. He never seems wise to it the entire time, how you'll leave him in his bed and fight the urge to slit his throat in his sleep.
After he comes inside you for the very last time, he takes a hold of your wrist and drags you out of the bedroom, throwing you back into that awful closet he had you in when you arrived here.
"C'mon, you really think I don't know? I thought you were intelligent." Is all he says before slamming the door shut with his grin the last thing you see into the darkness.
With his come still leaking between your thighs.
Yandere!Suguru Geto
Tags: Murder. Indoctrination. Choking.
"Fuck me like it's the last time." Suguru hears you loud and clear.
He understands what you are saying, and takes it as literally as possible.
Originally, you hated the idea of being with him after he snatched you up, but he convinced you that his logic was the way forward. that he was the way forward. And eventually, you started to believe it yourself.
Now, you applaud his reasonings, even go as far as to thank him for doing what he does. You aren't sure when it was, but there is a moment in the timeline from when you first met to now, that urges your brain to enjoy it whenever he takes a life.
Almost to the point that it impresses you how he does it with such ease. Though it's most probably due to the fact that it fascinates you. You battled with the guilt for the longest time, shaming yourself against your better judgement until you became numb to it.
Numb. Like now. The last time. Suguru decides the best way to fulfil this request its to lace his slender fingers at your throat, whispering filthy things into your ear to allow the dark spots at your eyes to collect around the outside.
He presses just right, light pressure, enough to hear your gasps of pleasure as you watch all the red on his face, on his open yukata to reveal his bear chest. Yes, he had killed again, but that doesn't deter you to let the bubbling itch in your abdomen grow and grow until you can't take it anymore.
The agonising part is that he fucks you slowly, dreadfully teasing until you come around his cock and he tells you what a good girl you are.
This path isn't one you ever saw yourself walking, but you guess you're in too deep now to ever think about leaving him.
Yandere!Kento Nanami
Tags: Psychological abuse. Spanking. Humiliation.
"Fuck me like it's the last time." It's supposed to be a comment to throw him off, but to be honest, you aren't sure why you said it.
Kento in hyper critical of you all the time. There's a spec of dirt on your face, your hair is out of place, your shirt is crooked, you haven't taken care of your nails. He's always picking up on something wrong.
You fought it originally, but when you realised that you weren't getting anywhere, you stopped. Now, you let him have his say, correct it and go about your day like he doesn't exist.
It's always manners with him. Watch your posture, manage your words and stop using curse words like they command the room. Verbally, you reel it in, though internally, you scream and say every word under the sun. You constantly think of all the ways you want to hurt him, to kill him.
There are many ways to kill a man.
At first, when you asked this of Kento, you assumed he would pick up on the curse word and reprimand you. But he doesn't. He never says a word, he only leads you up to the bedroom and sits down on the bed.
He asks you to bend over, to lay across his lap with your clothed ass pointing up. It makes you feel like a petulant child, you hate it. He's done this before, because he has picked up on how you said the word 'fuck'.
Kento pulls your leggings and panties over your ass and leaves it there, bulging at the plush of your thighs. He tells you that he won't sleep with you, not right now. Which meant that he's going to make an example of you.
At least if he is fucking you, the crack of his hand making the connection with your bare skin, isn't nearly as embarrassing. But alas, he doesn't, he strikes your ass in the weighted silence, heavy with burden and humiliation.
At least if he fucks you and finishes all over your stomach, there's a likely chance he'll fall asleep. Then you can have a moments peace to yourself. Trying to escape him is impossible now, you can't count the the amount of times you have tried on ten fingers anymore.
Ten times he spanks you, cupped hand with the extra sting he likes, his free hand laying flat on the small of your back like it's supposed to soother you, but it's not.
It's to keep you there so he has control.
Kento always needs to have control.
Yandere!Ryomen Sukuna
Tags: Mark making. Physical abuse. Rough sex. Dubious consent. Shaming.
"Fuck me like it's the last time."
Why the fuck did you just say that? You think it was a way to stop him glaring at you the way he just did because you were sure he was going to make your day miserable.
Sukuna actually laughs at this, cackles even. He says that it's not up for debate, there is no chance he would ever let you get far enough to make this the last time. Because he will always find you.
You have not ever attempted to escape him, it's like he can read your mind and even the slightest whiff of a plan to leave makes him give you the look as though he would burn you alive right where you stand.
He thinks you're weak, in comparison to him, you are. But your spirit is much stronger than he assumes, even if he can see straight through you.
There's no point in trying to fight him, no chance to slip from his grasp as his nails dig in with those little present shapes over your skin. Little deeper marks when his nails are especially sharp. You're sure he does this purpose, just to watch your eyes wince no matter how much you try to hide it.
"It it's to be the last time, let's make the most of it." He says, taking you in his bed like an animal howling in the night.
Terrifying. Ghastly. A demon unlike anything you ever read in books. The cursed man believes in no boundaries, no safe words. Just pure raw sex, hormones to run rampant while he's balls deep inside you. The bare skin slaps and sucks each other in until you are screaming from under him.
He only laughs. This is exactly what he wants. What he craves.
Just what he expects from his little pathetic whore.
Yandere!Toji Fushiguro
Tags: Forced marriage? Restraints. Power imbalance. Marriage. Psychological tactics. Cunnilingus.
"Fuck me like it's the last time." You said it out of anger.
You want it to be the last time. Truly.
Most days you often ask yourself how in the hell Toji managed to persuade you to get married. The old ball and chain as they said back in the day.
You didnât realise that it meant an actual restraint around your ankle. Not that Toji needs it to keep you right where you are, but you assume itâs for dramatic effect.
There isnât a day that goes by now that you donât hate his guts, often questioning yourself how you even said yes to him in the first place.
Itâs odd, because you donât even remember.
Today, Toji promised he would let you out again after much deliberation. Like a fucking dog more like. It angered you, the only reason you have been kept inside was because the cashier spoke words to you while Toji stood right there and watched. How were you supposed to pay if you did not talk?
Why did you say yes to marrying him again?
You donât remember. You only remember how he uses his tongue over your body because he claims to own it. He tells you this every time, because the difference in power between you is so immense.
You can't leave even if you tried.
This whole thing is fucked, while you get fucked. Toji enjoys eating you, pulling every guttural moan from your lips so he can savour it because no one else has the privilege to hear it. But you know itâs because heâs insanely possessive over you. Itâs unhealthy. This relationship is unhealthy, yet heâs convinced you to stay.
How?
After he makes you come a few times, youâre in a daze. Is that when he convinces you?
Youâre married. He gets half of everything you own. Everything you worked hard for. What does he actually bring to the table besides some misinformed ownership over you?
At times itâs like he wants you to divorce him, but still keep you here. Itâs obvious he will make things difficult for you.
He always makes things difficult for you.
Yandere!Choso
Tags: Obsessed. Mentions of making a family. Missionary sex. Attempted break up.
"Fuck me like it's the last time." You have had enough of Chosoâs clingy nature, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. Youâre tired of it.
One last time, and then you will see whether or not you would leave. The connection is there, but his protective, over bearing nature is suffocating.
Choso looks at you like you have just broken up with him point blank. You havenât. But you are unsure of how to proceed with this.
He tells you heâll do anything to keep you happy. He will do anything. Heâd steal for you, hurt for you, kill for you. Die for you.
Itâs all very intense.
You canât live this way, you know this when he holds you, pulls you close and presses precious little kisses all over your face, your neck. He holds your hands softly, lacing your fingers with his as he leads you over to the bed.
Choso makes love to you slowly, intimately, whispering all sorts of nonsensical drivel. He loves you. He adores you. He wants you to be in his life forever, live in a little bubble, start a family together.
He wants it all with you, he says as much as heâs inside you, rutting slowly, sensually enough it allows you to clear your mind.
This is not healthy.
But how can you deny him now after heâs saying all of this?
When he comes inside you, he draws back to look down at you, staring up at him.
âI love you. This isnât the last time, is it?â He strokes your hair and presses his lips to your nose and he loves you, itâs true.
How can you deny this now?
This is not healthy.
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The city lights of Metropolis flickered through the windows of a small, cozy apartment, where the hum of traffic below provided a constant background noise. Y/N stood by the window, a glass of juice in hand, staring out at the skyline. Since moving to the city, he often found himself feeling nostalgic, with old memories of Smallville popping into his mind more frequently than heâd like. Most of those memories had a common thread.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he took a sip of his juice, the cool liquid doing little to ease the anxious tightness in his chest. Moving to Metropolis was supposed to be a fresh startâa way to leave behind his past and focus on building a better, normal life for himself, free from the constraints of small-town life.
Since he was a baby, Y/N had been gifted with magical abilities. How he got these powers was a mystery to both him and his parents; they could never find any trace of magical ability in their ancestry. With no idea where the powers came from, and no one to turn to for help, his parents did everything they could to hide their sonâs abilities from the outside world. They tried their best to teach him control, but without expertise, they were flying blind.
Growing up, Y/N barely knew how to control or use his powers. Youâd think in a small town like his, people would have noticed or called in the town priest, but that wasnât the case. In Metropolis, when something strange happenedâsomething that often happened to Y/Nâpeople would give him odd looks, but then theyâd move on with their day as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. In Smallville, though, everyone treated it as normal.
After the Kents arrived with their new kid, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, the town acted as if every strange occurrence was just part of everyday life. They quickly shut down anyone who dared to question it, and that extended to both Clark Kent and Y/N.
Small towns were usually known for everyone knowing everyoneâs business. Gossip was the native language. But not in Smallville. Y/N couldnât help but smile a little at the memory of how the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary seemed to blur there. Most places would have been up in arms if they noticed the strange occurrences that happened in Smallville. But in that little Kansas town, people had an uncanny ability to overlook the impossible, shrugging off the extraordinary as if it were just another quirk of life.
Take Clark Kent, for instance. Anyone could see that something was different about him. He was stronger, faster, and able to do things most grown men couldnât even imagine, let alone a small farm boy. But the townsfolk never questioned it. They simply accepted that he could do things no one else could and moved on.
It was the same with Y/N. He might accidentally cause a book to float off a shelf or a light to flicker when he was upset, but no one in Smallville ever made a fuss, something his parents were very grateful for. There were whispersâthere always are in small townsâbut they never left closed doors. The people of Smallville had learned long ago to mind their own business, especially when it came to the Kents and Y/N.
Even more so when a bunch of guys in black suits, glasses, and SUVs showed up one week, probing around town and asking strange questions. It had been after one of the more noticeable incidentsâa moment when Clark saved someone in a way that couldnât be easily explained. If there was one thing you could count on from a small town, it was that they werenât saying anything to those types of Feds or government officials.
The memory was still vivid in Y/Nâs mind: the way the town closed ranks, the polite but firm way the locals deflected every question, sending agents on wild goose chases until they finally gave up. His parents had mentioned that it was nothing compared to when that strange meteor hit the Kent farm and a bunch of government agents and scientists showed upâthe same week the Kents got a new kid named Clark.
It was as if the entire town had decided, collectively and without speaking a word, that whatever was going on with the Kentsâand by extension, Y/Nâwas their business and no one elseâs. The unspoken rule in Smallville was clear: if you saw something strange, you didnât see it. You didnât ask questions, and you certainly didnât talk about it. It was a kind of willful ignorance, a way for the town to protect its own from prying eyes. And in some strange, twisted way, it worked.
Y/N often wondered how much of it was a conscious choice and how much was just the way Smallville was. It was as if the town itself had decided to shield them, to create a bubble where the extraordinary was just another part of everyday life.
But as comforting as that was, it was also suffocating. Because even in a town that turned a blind eye to the unusual, Y/N couldnât escape the feeling that he was different, that there was something wrong with him. He couldnât shake the fear that one day, the bubble would burst, and everyone would see him for what he really wasâa freak, an outcast.
At least he had a friend.
Imagine the two kids in town who both had episodes of strange, inexplicable things happening to them or around them becoming friends. Completely ironic, like something straight out of a story. Unless...
...
Nah.
But in a place where the extraordinary was treated with a shrug, having someone like Clark as a friend made all the difference. It was as if fateâor whatever unseen force governed the universeâhad decided that these two oddities should find each other. And find each other they did, in the most natural, unassuming way possible.
Clark and Y/N became fast friends, drawn together by their shared experiences of feeling different, even if neither of them fully understood why. They never talked about the strange things that happened to them, never discussed how Clark could lift bales of hay like they weighed nothing, or how Y/N could sometimes make things move with just a thought. It was an unspoken agreement, a mutual understanding that whatever was happening to them was theirs to carry, together.
In a town that turned a blind eye to the impossible, Clark was the one person who made Y/N feel like he wasnât alone. There was a quiet comfort in their friendship, a sense of belonging that Y/N had never felt before. They were both outsiders in their own way, but together, they found a place where they could be themselves, where they didnât have to pretend or hide.
But as they grew older, that comfort became a source of anxiety for Y/N. The more time he spent with Clark, the more he realized that his feelings for his friend were deeper than just friendship. He cared about Clark in a way that went beyond the bond they shared, and it terrified him. In a town that could overlook floating books and superhuman strength, there were still lines that couldnât be crossed, and Y/N knew that his feelings for Clark were one of them.
He tried to suppress those feelings, to bury them deep inside where they couldnât cause any harm. But the harder he tried, the more they grew, until it became impossible to ignore them. He started to pull away, putting distance between himself and Clark, hoping that space would make the feelings fade. It didnât.
Plus, Y/N still didnât understand the extent of his abilities, and he knew sometimes his powers would react to his emotions. He didnât want to risk doing anything that could hurt Clark. He didnât think heâd be able to live with himself if something happened because of his inability to control his powers.
Yet, good old noble Clark, always perceptive and caring, noticed the change. He didnât push or pry, but there was always that look in his eyes, a quiet concern that only made Y/Nâs heart ache more. Clark didnât know why Y/N was pulling away, but he never stopped trying to bridge the gap. He was always there with a smile, a warm word, or an invitation to hang out, never letting the distance between them grow too wide.
It was those small gestures that made it so hard for Y/N to keep his resolve. Every time he saw Clark, every time Clark reached out, Y/N was reminded of why he had fallen for him in the first place. Clark was kind, selfless, and endlessly patientâthe kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back without a second thought. How could Y/N not fall in love with someone like that?
But that love was exactly what made Y/N so afraid. The more he cared about Clark, the more he feared losing him, either because of his uncontrolled magic or because of the feelings he couldnât keep buried forever. He knew that if he stayed in Smallville, if he stayed close to Clark, something would eventually slip. Maybe heâd accidentally reveal his powers, or maybe his feelings would come spilling out in a moment of weakness. Either way, Y/N was sure that it would end with Clark looking at him differently, seeing him as something strange, something other.
Thankfully, the age of adulthood and high school graduation came, and Y/N took that as his way out. His parents were as worried as ever about him moving to a college so far away, but he reassured them heâd be fine.
He decided on college in New York, thinking the change from small town to big city was exactly what he needed. At least there, it made sense for people to turn a blind eye to whatever strange things were going on around them.
But even throughout his years of undergrad, Y/N could never shake the memories of Smallville, and more specifically, he could never forget Clark. No matter how much distance he put between them, the memories of their friendship lingered, haunting him in the quiet moments when he was alone. He would often catch himself thinking about Clarkâwondering what he was doing, if he was still in Smallville, if he had moved on with his life the way Y/N had tried to.
Y/N thought that maybe, over time, those feelings would fade, that he would move on and forget the boy who had once meant everything to him. But they never did. Even in the crowded, bustling city of New York, where life moved at a breakneck pace and there was always something new to distract him, Y/N found his thoughts drifting back to Clark.
He tried dating other people, hoping that maybe if he found someone else, someone who wasnât Clark, it would help him move on. But it never worked. No one else could compare to the boy who had always been there for him, who had seen him at his worst and never judged him for it. Every relationship ended the same way, with Y/N feeling like he was chasing something he could never have, like he was trying to fill a void that only Clark could fill.
Then, after graduation, Y/N was offered a job in Metropolis. It was a great opportunity, the kind of offer he couldnât turn down. It wasnât too far from where he was already living, but he figured a new change of scenery couldnât be too bad.
Plus, he wanted to check out the rumors heâd heard of some sort of superhero who had started making headlines in Metropolis. The stories seemed almost too wild to believeâa man with superhuman strength, speed, and the ability to fly, saving people and fighting crime in the heart of the city. It was the kind of thing that would have been dismissed as tabloid nonsense anywhere else, but Y/N knew better. If there was one thing Smallville had taught him, it was that the extraordinary often hid in plain sight.
So, with a mix of curiosity and the desire for a fresh start, Y/N packed his bags and moved to Metropolis. He found a small, cozy apartment in a quieter part of the city, close enough to the action but far enough to avoid the chaos. The job was greatâchallenging, fulfilling, and exactly what he needed to take his mind off things. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât escape the feeling that he was still running, still trying to outrun the shadow of his past.
Despite his attempts to leave his old life behind, Y/N couldnât completely ignore his powers. He had spent too long hiding them, too long fearing them, but deep down, he believed that if he had these abilities, he should use them for good. In Smallville, he had been careful, using his magic only when absolutely necessary, but here in Metropolis, he found himself with more opportunities to help in small, subtle ways.
Heâd mend a broken bike chain with a whisper of an incantation or quietly heal a scraped knee when no one was looking. Heâd use his magic to nudge a stray cat away from traffic or to coax a wilting plant back to life. He was always careful, always discreet, making sure that no one noticed the little miracles he performed. It was his way of giving back, of using the gifts he had been given to make the world around him just a little bit better.
But there were times when he couldnât help but step in and do more.
One evening, he walked past a small, family-owned bookstore that he had become fond of. The owner, an elderly man who had run the shop for decades, was sitting behind the counter with a look of deep worry on his face. Over the weeks, Y/N had noticed the shelves becoming sparser, and the customers fewer. The man had confided in Y/N once, mentioning how the business was struggling, how the bills were piling up, and how he feared he might lose the store if things didnât turn around soon.
Y/N couldnât bear to see the man lose everything he had worked so hard to build. So, that night, under the cover of darkness, Y/N returned to the bookstore. He stood outside the shop, focusing his energy on the building, weaving a spell that would attract more customers and give the store a sense of warmth and welcoming. He whispered incantations for prosperity and good fortune, sending out waves of magic that would subtly influence the minds of those who passed by, drawing them in with an inexplicable urge to browse and buy.
Over the next few days, Y/N was delighted to see the shop bustling with customers. The ownerâs smile returned, and the store was once again filled with the chatter of people and the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the corner. The shelves began to fill up again, and the old man even had to hire an assistant to help him manage the increasing business.
Another time, he found himself playing guardian angel when he was walking home from work one night and spotted a young woman on the opposite side of the street, her pace quickening as she noticed a group of men following her. Y/Nâs heart raced, and he quickly assessed the situation. He couldnât confront them directlyâhe wasnât a superheroâbut he could help in other ways.
A few thoughts and concentrated focus, and suddenly a series of events unfolded: a nearby street light flickered and went out, casting the area in shadow; a loud crash from behind pulled the men's attention away from her; a gentle breeze nudged her toward a more populated, well-lit area. With the streetlight out, it gave her natural cover long enough to slip out of sight and into the safety of a nearby diner, the sound of her heels muffled by Y/Nâs magic.
Y/N watched from a distance, relieved when the woman was safe inside, her would-be attackers now lost and confused. It wasnât the first time he had done something like that, and it wouldnât be the last.
Recently, he visited a local hospital where a friendâs child was being treated. The doctors were worried; the illness wasnât responding to treatment, and the prognosis was grim. Y/N spent hours by the childâs bedside, speaking softly to him, holding his hand. When no one was looking, he let his magic flow through him, just a touch, just enough to help the childâs body fight back.
The next morning, the doctors were stunned by the sudden improvement. They couldnât explain it, chalked it up to a miracle or a sudden turn of fate, but Y/N knew better. He slipped away before anyone could question it, leaving behind only a whispered prayer of thanks for the childâs recovery.
Y/N never took credit for any of his acts. And while they werenât grand, werenât the stuff of legends, they were enough to give him a sense of purpose, a way to use his gifts without drawing too much attention. He was careful, always careful, to remain in the shadows, to let the world think these small miracles were just coincidences, nothing more.
But now, standing in his apartment, staring out at the city skyline, Y/N couldnât help but feel like he was right back where he started. The memories of Smallville were stronger than ever, and the loneliness he had tried so hard to escape felt more suffocating in this big city than it ever had in the small town.
It had been years since he left, but the memories of that quiet town still lingered in his mind, especially the memories of Clark Kent. He just couldnât figure out why they had suddenly become so strong. Maybe it was the time of year, or maybe it was because he had been thinking about how he used his magic to help people in Metropolisâsomething that Clark would surely approve of, even if he never knew about it.
Or maybe it was because, despite everything he had done to distance himself, Clark had always been there, a constant presence in his thoughts, no matter how much Y/N tried to move on.
He took another sip of his juice, the cool liquid doing little to ease the tightness in his chest. He hadnât seen Clark in years, hadnât heard from him since he left Smallville, but the feelings he had for his old friend hadnât faded. If anything, they had only grown stronger, deepening with time and distance. And that was what scared him the mostâhow much he still cared, how much he still missed him.
Y/N set his glass down on the windowsill, running a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the nostalgia. He had a new life now, a good life, and he couldnât afford to dwell on the past. Clark was probably living his own life, happy and successful, just as Y/N was trying to do.
But the more he tried to push the memories away, the more they clung to him, like shadows that refused to disappear. He sighed, turning his gaze out the window, hoping that the familiar sight of the city would ground him, would remind him of the new path he had chosen.
The city lights twinkled in the distance, a sea of illumination against the darkened sky. Y/Nâs eyes scanned the skyline absently, taking in the familiar sights he had grown accustomed to since moving to Metropolis. But something caught his eye, something unusual that made his breath catch in his throat.
High above the city, a figure streaked across the sky, moving with impossible speed and grace. Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat as he recognized the red and blue blurâa sight that had become increasingly familiar to the citizens of Metropolis. It was Superman.
Y/N watched, mesmerized, as the figure soared through the night, his movements precise and powerful. But as he watched, a strange sensation began to creep over him, a feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It wasnât just awe or admirationâthough those feelings were there, tooâit was something deeper, something unsettling.
There was something about Superman, something in the way he moved, in the way he seemed to command the air around him, that tugged at the edges of Y/Nâs consciousness. It was as if some hidden part of him recognized the hero in the sky, even though he knew that was impossible. He had never met Superman, had never been anywhere near him. And yetâŚ
Y/N pressed his hand against the cool glass of the window, his heart pounding in his chest. His magic, usually so controlled, began to stir, responding to the swirl of emotions inside him. The sensation was both familiar and alien, a strange mix of nostalgia and unease that made his chest tighten.
As he watched Superman disappear into the distance, Y/N couldnât shake the eerie feeling that had settled over him. It was as if the presence of the hero had awakened something inside him, something that had been dormant for years. And with that awakening came a sense of foreboding, a nagging feeling that his past was not as far behind him as he had hoped.
Y/N tore his gaze away from the window, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling that had taken root in his chest. But even as he turned away, the sense of familiarity lingered, haunting him like a ghost from a life he had tried so hard to leave behind.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, but the image of Superman remained burned into his mind, along with the inexplicable sense that somethingâsomeoneâwas drawing him back into a world he thought he had escaped.
And deep down, Y/N knew that this was only the beginning.
The grand ballroom of the Metropolis City Hall buzzed with chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. The charity event his job was sponsoring was in full swing, a glamorous affair with the cityâs elite mingling and donating to a worthy cause. Y/N stood near the edge of the room, awkwardly holding a glass of water and wondering how quickly he could make a polite escape.
This wasnât exactly his scene. Networking? Sure. Small talk? Not so much. Especially with these tone-deaf, overly stiff airheads. He glanced around, trying to locate the nearest exit, but the sea of people made it difficult. And just when he thought found a suitable path of escape, a waiter with a tray of hors d'oeuvres suddenly appeared in front of him.
âCrab cake?â
âUh, no thanks,â Y/N mumbled, sidestepping the tray, only to nearly collide with a woman in a sequined dress who was clearly on a mission to get to the bar. He offered a quick apology and finally made it to a quiet corner, where he could breathe again.
As he scanned the room, his thoughts drifted back to last night and a certain caped superhero. His curiosity combined with the still overwhelming feelings of longing and nostalgia had the magic in him feeling antsy. And the last thing Y/N needed was to accidentally cause a chandelier to implode or a champagne glass to refill itself endlessly.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself, not wanting to make a big scene considering he wanted to make a hasty and sneaky exit. As he opened his eyes, Y/N forced his thoughts away from Superman, away from the strange connection heâd felt the night before. He needed to focus on the present, on getting through this evening without incident.
Y/N sighed, taking a sip of his water. This was supposed to be a fresh start. The past was behind him, and he needed to keep it that way.
But fate, as it often does, had other plans. Little sneaky bastard.
Just as he was about to make a break for the exit, Y/Nâs eyes caught sight of someone across the room, and his heart nearly stopped. There, standing by the dessert table with a bemused expression, was Clark Kent.
Of course, Clark would be standing around looking lost with his cute little confused expression. Even now as a grown man, Clark managed to keep his boyish and innocent demeanor. Y/Nâs mouth went dry as his eyes took in the sight of the maleâolder, more polished, and just as big as ever.
Since they were little, Clark always stood out among the other kids for his build and height alone. And it looks like that didn't change with the way he towered over everyone in the room and how his broad shoulders filled out his suit perfectly, the fabric clinging just right in all the places that mattered. Y/N felt a familiar flutter in his chest, a mix of nostalgia and something more complicated that heâd been trying to ignore for years.
Clark, as if sensing someoneâs gaze on him, looked up from the dessert table. His eyes, those same bright blue eyes that Y/N remembered so well, scanned the room briefly before landing directly on him. Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, he considered ducking behind the nearest potted plant.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Y/N could feel his pulse in his throat, and for a second, he entertained the idea of hiding behind the nearest potted plant.
But then Clarkâs face lit up with a grin that could have powered the entire room, and he started making his way over, weaving through the crowd with the kind of determined politeness that only Clark could pull off.
Panic set in, and Y/Nâs mind scrambled for a plan, but his feet were rooted to the spot, his body betraying him. All he could do was watch as Clark closed the distance between them, that familiar grin never leaving his face.
âY/N!â Clarkâs voice was as warm and friendly as Y/N remembered, and before he knew it, he was being pulled into a hug that was just as firm and comforting as it had always been.
Y/N stiffened for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected embrace. When Clark finally pulled back, still keeping a hand on Y/Nâs shoulder as if afraid he might vanish, Y/N couldnât help but notice the slight smudge of chocolate on Clarkâs tie. It was such a Clark thing to haveâalways a little messy, always endearing.
âClark,â Y/N managed to say, his voice coming out more breathless than he intended. âItâs been a while.â
Clark beamed at him, the smile reaching his eyes in that way that always made Y/N feel like everything was going to be okay. âYeah, it really has,â Clark said, his tone filled with a warmth that made Y/Nâs heart ache with memories of simpler times. âI almost didnât recognize you without the Smallville backdrop.â
Y/N let out a small laugh, trying to keep things light despite the sudden rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. âYeah, I guess weâve both changed a bit.â
Clarkâs gaze lingered on Y/Nâs face, a mix of curiosity and concern in his eyes. It was clear that Clark had questions, but to his credit, he didnât push. Instead, he gave Y/N one of those easy, reassuring smiles that had always been able to calm him down. âIâm really glad to see you again. Iâve missed you, Y/N.â
There it wasâthe punch to the gut that Y/N had been dreading. He had missed Clark too, more than he wanted to admit. But standing here, face-to-face with him after all these years, all those old fears and feelings began to resurface. The fear of Clark discovering the truth about his powers, about his feelings. The fear of losing the one person who had always meant the most to him.
âIâve missed you too,â Y/N said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. It was the truth, but saying it out loud made the tightness in his chest even worse.
Clarkâs smile softened, and for a brief moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room. Y/N could almost believe that they could pick up where they left off, that everything could go back to the way it was. But deep down, he knew it could never be that simple.
His smile didnât waver, but his eyes narrowed slightly, a familiar look of concern flickering across his face. âYou okay? You seem a little⌠off.â
Y/N forced a laugh, hoping it didnât sound as strained as it felt. âIâm fine, justâuhâsurprised, I guess. I didnât expect to see you here.â
âWell, surprise!â Clark laughed with his usual shy manner that was somehow still charming for Y/Nâs frayed nerves. âIâve been working at the Daily Planet. Moved to Metropolis not too long ago. How about you? What brings you here?â
âWork,â Y/N answered quickly, trying to keep the conversation light. âGot a job offer I couldnât turn down.â
Clark nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N. It was as if he was trying to read him, to figure out what was going on beneath the surface. For a moment, Y/N was afraid that Clark could see right through him, could see the turmoil and conflict he was struggling with.
But then, the moment passed, and Clark was smiling again, his expression softening.
Y/N cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts away from the past and back to the present. "So, the Daily Planet, huh? Thatâs a pretty big deal," he said, trying to keep the conversation light.
Clarkâs eyes lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Itâs been a dream come true. And the best part? I get to work with some amazing peopleâLois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. Theyâre right over there, actually," Clark added, his tone suddenly turning a bit more nervous. "Youâve got to meet them!"
Before Y/N could even process the idea, Clark grabbed his arm, leading him through the crowd with an urgency that caught Y/N off guard. He barely had time to adjust before they were standing in front of a petite woman with sharp eyes and a confident demeanor, who was mid-conversation with a young man enthusiastically fiddling with a vintage camera.
"Lois! Jimmy!" Clark called out, drawing their attention.
Lois turned first, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Y/N. Then her expression softened into a warm, welcoming smile. "Clark! Whoâs this?"
Clark beamed, looking from Lois to Y/N with a hint of nervous energy. "This is Y/N. We grew up together in Smallville."
"Smallville?" Loisâs eyebrow arched with clear interest. "Now thatâs a place with some stories, I bet."
Jimmy, now peering at Y/N through the lens of his camera, quickly snapped a picture before lowering it with an apologetic grin. "Sorry, couldnât resist. Itâs a habit."
Y/N chuckled, shaking his head. "No worries. Iâm used to it."
Lois leaned in, her curiosity clearly piqued. "So, Y/N, what was Clark like back in Smallville? I can only imagine."
Y/N glanced at Clark, who looked both hopeful and slightly anxious. "Clark and I were pretty much inseparable growing up," Y/N said with a smile, trying to keep the conversation light. "He was always the guy you could count on, the one whoâd help you out of a jam and then offer you pie afterward."
Loisâs eyes twinkled with intrigue, clearly not ready to let the topic go. "Pie and jam, huh? Sounds like you two got into some interesting situations. Any fun stories you care to share?"
Y/N felt his heart rate pick up. He could sense the inquisitiveness behind Loisâs casual tone, the way she was gently probing for more. She was goodâreally good. "Oh, you know, small-town stuff," he said, forcing a chuckle. "Mostly just boring farm work and school."
Clark, sensing Y/Nâs discomfort, quickly jumped in. "Yeah, nothing too exciting. Just your average childhood, right, Y/N?"
"Right," Y/N agreed, a bit too quickly. He could feel Loisâs eyes on him, studying him, and it made his magic stir uneasily. The last thing he wanted was for her to start asking more pointed questions that might lead her to the truth.
Lois didnât miss a beat. "So, you two must have been really close, then. I bet you know all of Clarkâs secrets," she said with a teasing smile, though there was a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice.
Y/Nâs stomach dropped. He forced another laugh, this one more strained. "Well, everyoneâs got their secrets, right?"
Lois raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the subtle tension in Y/Nâs voice. "True," she said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to piece together a puzzle. "But something tells me youâre not just any old friend from Smallville."
Clark, sensing that the conversation was veering into dangerous territory, let out a nervous laugh. "Lois, come on, donât interrogate him on the first meeting!"
Jimmy, sensing the shift in tone, chimed in, grinning as he tried to lighten the mood. "Yeah, Lois, ease up! You donât want to scare off Clarkâs oldest friend."
Lois gave a soft laugh, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Iâll back off⌠for now."
Y/N smiled, but there was a tightness in his chest that he couldnât shake. Loisâs perceptiveness had always been one of her strengths, and it was clear she was picking up on more than he wanted to reveal.
"Seriously, though," Lois said, her tone softening as she gave Y/N a more genuine smile. "Itâs good to meet you. Any friend of Clarkâs is a friend of ours."
Y/N relaxed slightly, appreciating the warm reception despite his earlier nerves. "Thanks, Lois. I appreciate that."
As the conversation continued, Y/N found himself relaxing a bit more, though the earlier tension still lingered in the back of his mind. He knew heâd have to be careful around Loisâher curiosity and sharp instincts were not something to be underestimated.
Lois, ever the sharp-eyed reporter, leaned closer to Y/N. "So, what brings you to Metropolis? Work?"
"Yeah," Y/N nodded, "I got an offer I couldnât turn down."
Lois nodded, impressed. "Well, welcome to the city. You know, weâre always looking for interesting people to feature in the Planet. Maybe weâll run into each other more often."
"Maybe," Y/N said, feeling a bit more at ease. "Itâs a small world after all."
Clark chuckled at that, his earlier nervousness fading as the conversation flowed more naturally. "Iâm really glad we ran into each other, Y/N. We should definitely hang out more. I mean, if youâre not too busy with work."
Realistically, Y/N should have declined. He should have politely excused himself and gone home, putting an end to the whole thing. But when he looked at Clark, saw the hope and excitement in his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say no.
All his nervous thoughts and reservations about what could happen if he allowed himself to get close to Clark again seemed to just fade to the back of his mind as he re-connected with him and got to know his two friends. A new familiar feeling also settled in place as well, but not so much nostalgia.
It was more of something he didn't even remember feeling. A sense of ease and comfort, his magic calm and feeling completely grounded. A feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time but something that wasn't new or unfamiliar, a very welcomed sensation and peace.
"I'd love to," Y/N said, his heart skipping a beat.
Clark's smile was brighter than the sun, and though Y/N knew he was in trouble just for that, emotions and impulse overtook his logic. Thus, he didn't really care.
As the night continued, Y/N found himself more at ease, the earlier tension gradually dissipating. Lois, ever the investigative reporter, kept throwing glances his way, but she seemed content for now, her curiosity temporarily satisfied. Jimmy, meanwhile, was snapping pictures of everything and everyone, his energy infectious.
Y/N had to admit, despite his initial apprehension, he was enjoying himself. The company was good, the conversation flowed easily, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was part of something. A small part of him wondered if this was what he had been missingâconnection, camaraderie, a sense of belonging.
Clark leaned in closer, a warm smile on his face. "So, Y/N, how have you been? I mean, really been?"
Y/N paused, considering his answer. He could have brushed off the question, given a generic response about work being busy and life being hectic. But something about the way Clark asked, the genuine concern in his voice, made Y/N want to be honest.
"Iâve been⌠okay," Y/N said, the words coming out slower than he expected. "Moving to Metropolis has been a big change, but itâs good. Iâm still finding my way, I guess."
Clark nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "I get that. Moving here was a big adjustment for me too. But you know, it helps when youâve got friends around. People you can rely on."
Y/N smiled at that, a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, it does."
Lois, sensing the shift in the conversation, jumped back in with her trademark curiosity. "So, Y/N, what exactly do you do for work? You mentioned an offer you couldnât turn down."
Y/N hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much. "I work in consulting," he said, keeping it vague. "Itâs a bit of everything, really. I help businesses with strategy, operations, that sort of thing."
Loisâs eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not satisfied with the lack of detail, but she let it slide, for now. "That sounds interesting. Metropolis must be a great place for that kind of work."
"It is," Y/N replied, grateful she didnât press further.
Jimmy, ever the enthusiastic one, suddenly popped up between them, holding out his camera. "Hey, how about a picture? You guys look great together!"
Y/N barely had time to react before Jimmy was positioning them for a shot, his camera clicking away. Clark chuckled, clearly used to Jimmyâs antics, while Lois struck a pose with practiced ease.
As they waited for the flash, Y/N couldnât help but feel a sense of surrealism wash over him. Here he was, reconnecting with an old friend, surrounded by new ones, in a city that was starting to feel less like a strange place and more like a potential home.
The camera flashed, capturing the moment, and Jimmy grinned as he checked the screen. "Perfect! This oneâs definitely going in the album."
Lois nodded in agreement, a smile on her face. "Yeah, this is one for the books. Youâre officially part of the crew now, Y/N."
Y/N laughed, the sound genuine and light. "Well, I guess thereâs no turning back now."
Clarkâs smile was warm, his eyes shining with something that made Y/Nâs heart skip a beat. "Iâm really glad youâre here, Y/N. It feels like old times."
Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirl within him. "Yeah, it does."
As the evening drew on, the four of them continued to chat, the conversation flowing easily between light-hearted banter and more serious topics. Y/N felt a connection with Clark and his friends that he hadnât felt in a long time, and for the first time since moving to Metropolis, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment.
But as the night wore on and the event began to wind down, Y/N couldnât shake the nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Loisâs earlier questions had been harmless enough, but he knew her typeâpersistent, sharp, and always on the lookout for a story. He couldnât afford to let his guard down too much, especially with his magic always threatening to reveal itself.
Yet, despite the risks, Y/N found himself wanting to spend more time with Clark, to catch up on the years theyâd missed, and maybe even find a way to make this new life in Metropolis work. It was a dangerous line to walk, but for tonight, he was willing to take that risk.
As they all said their goodbyes and made plans to meet up again soon, Y/N felt a sense of contentment settle over him. Maybe this fresh start in Metropolis wouldnât be as complicated as he feared. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to balance the old and the new, to keep his secrets while building something real with the people who were quickly becoming more than just acquaintances.
And maybe, this time, since he was older and more aware and mature, he could keep his feelings for Clark in check.
Yeah, that hope didn't last long.
Y/N sighed as he stared up at the ceiling of his apartment, reflecting on how quickly things had spiraled out of control since reconnecting with Clark. It had only been a few weeks, but in that short time, his life had become a whirlwind of old emotions, new challenges, and unexpected complications.
Heâd spent more time with Clark, Lois, and Jimmy than he had anticipated. There were coffee runs, after-work dinners, and late-night brainstorming sessions where Lois would excitedly discuss her latest scoop while Jimmy showed off his latest photos. Clark, ever the supportive friend, would listen intently, adding his own insights with that same gentle warmth that had always made Y/N feel at ease.
Lois and Jimmy were friendly and welcoming, but Y/N could never fully relax around them. He still had to always be on guard, constantly aware of the magic simmering just beneath the surface.
And despite the camaraderie, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling of being out of place. It wasnât just that he was trying to reintegrate into Clarkâs life; it was the constant need to keep his magic under control, especially around Lois and Jimmy. The two of them were sharpâLois, with her inquisitive nature, and Jimmy, with his keen eye for detail. Theyâd pick up on any slip-up, any sign that Y/N wasnât just an ordinary guy from Smallville.
And then there were the moments of crisisâbecause Metropolis was never short on those. It seemed like every time Y/N was with the trio, something would happen. A runaway bus, a building fire, some random new villain on the looseâsomething always required Supermanâs intervention. And every single time, Clark would disappear with a flimsy excuse, only for Superman to show up moments later.
The first time it happened, Y/N had been at a food truck with Clark and Jimmy, enjoying a rare sunny afternoon. They were laughing about something silly Jimmy had said when suddenly, the sound of screeching tires and panicked screams filled the air. Without missing a beat, Clark had mumbled something about needing to make a quick call and bolted, leaving Y/N standing there confused with Lois and Jimmy. Moments later, Superman was on the scene, saving the day like clockwork.
Lois and Jimmy had immediately sprung into action, Jimmy snapping photos while Lois started interviewing witnesses. They had been weirdly calm about the whole thing, a lot of things actually when Y/N thought about it. It was like Smallville all over again, things that should cause people to react with caution and apprehension, but instead, they barely blinked an eye.
It didnât help that every time Clark returned, he looked winded and disheveled, and Lois would give him a knowing glance that made Y/Nâs stomach twist with unease.
Meanwhile, he'd also been using his magic discreetly in these various scenarios to help keep people safe and minimize destruction and casualties. But in the chaos, heâd nearly been caught by Lois, who had turned around just as Y/N was subtly redirecting a beam of wood away from a trapped child.
âHey, howâd you do that?â sheâd asked, her sharp eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Y/N had stammered out a weak excuse, something about adrenaline and luck, but he could tell Lois wasnât convinced. Sheâd given him that lookâthe one that said she wasnât done with him yet.
And it wasnât the last time, either. Every time something happened, Y/N found himself using his magic to help, and every time, he came dangerously close to being caught by Lois. She was perceptive, and it was clear she was starting to get suspicious. Her questions about his past, about his connection to Clark, were getting more pointed, and Y/N could feel the pressure mounting.
But there was another element to this that Y/N hadnât anticipatedâjealousy. The more time he spent with the group, the more he noticed how close Clark and Lois were. It wasnât just their professional partnership; it was the way they interacted, the easy banter, the shared looks, the inside jokes. Y/N couldnât help but notice the way Clarkâs eyes lit up whenever Lois was around, how he seemed more at ease with her than anyone else.
It irritated Y/N more than he wanted to admit. He knew it was irrationalâClark was allowed to have close friends, and Lois was obviously important to him. But every time he saw them together, it felt like a thorn in his side, a constant reminder of how complicated things had become. It didnât help that Lois was so naturally curious, always asking questions about his and Clarkâs past, digging into their history with a relentless enthusiasm that made Y/N squirm.
And then there were the quiet momentsâthose rare instances when it was just Y/N and Clark, away from the chaos of the city. Theyâd talk about everything and nothing, slipping into the easy rhythm of their past friendship. But every time, Y/N felt the old feelings bubbling up, stronger than ever.
Like the night theyâd gone for a walk along the Metropolis River. The city lights reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over everything. Clark had been unusually quiet, his hands tucked into his pockets as they strolled. Y/N had felt the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
âIâm glad youâre here, Y/N,â Clark had said suddenly, breaking the silence. âItâs like⌠it feels right, having you around again.â
Y/N had smiled, but it hadnât reached his eyes. He wanted to say somethingâanythingâthat would match the sincerity in Clarkâs voice, but the words had caught in his throat. Instead, heâd just nodded, trying to ignore the way his heart raced every time Clark looked at him like that.
But every time they were together, every time Clark smiled at him or brushed against him accidentally, Y/N felt his resolve weakening. It was getting harder to pretend that everything was fine, that he didnât still have feelings for Clark.
And as they spent more time together, Y/N couldnât help but wonderâdid Clark feel it too? There were moments, subtle ones, where Y/N thought he saw something in Clarkâs eyes, a lingering gaze, a soft smile that seemed meant just for him. But then Clark would pull back, or Lois would step in, and Y/N was left questioning if it was all in his head.
But now, lying on his couch and staring at the ceiling, Y/N couldnât ignore it anymore. The old feelings hadnât just resurfacedâthey were drowning him, pulling him under with a force he couldnât fight.
It wasnât just about Clark, though that was a huge part of it. It was the fear of what would happen if Clarkâor worse, Lois and Jimmyâfound out about his magic. They were all so caught up in their own world of secrets and dangers, and Y/N wasnât sure if he could handle being part of it. He wasnât sure if he could keep up the act much longer.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Clark: Hey, want to grab dinner with Lois and Jimmy? Weâre thinking Thai.
Y/N hesitated for a moment before typing a quick reply: Sure, sounds good.
As he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling that he was walking a tightrope, balancing between the life he had built for himself and the one he had left behind. And with every step, he was getting closer to falling off.
As Y/N walked to the restaurant, he kept his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to calm the unease that had settled in his chest. He needed to get a grip, to find a way to keep his feelings in check before they, and thus his magic spiraled out of control. The last thing he wanted was for Clark to noticeâor worse, for Lois to start asking questions.
By the time he reached the restaurant, Y/N had managed to push his anxiety down, forcing a smile as he spotted Clark, Lois, and Jimmy waiting outside. Clark waved him over, his smile as bright as ever.
"Hey, glad you could make it," Clark greeted him with his usual warm and bright tone.
"Heh, wouldn't miss it," Y/N chuckled, trying to keep his voice casual.
As they ate, Y/N couldnât help but notice the easy dynamic between Lois and Clark. There was a familiarity there, an unspoken understanding that made Y/Nâs chest tighten with a mix of jealousy and longing. He wanted to be part of that, to be as close to Clark as Lois was.
But then Lois turned to him, her sharp eyes studying him with that same curiosity heâd noticed at the gala. âSo, Y/N, what was Clark like back in Smallville? He never talks much about his hometown.â
Y/N felt his pulse quicken. He shot a quick glance at Clark, who was suddenly very interested in his pad Thai.
âOh, you know,â Y/N began, trying to keep his tone light, âjust your average small-town kid. We spent a lot of time getting into trouble and trying to keep out of it.â
Lois raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the vague answer. âReally? I find that hard to believe. Clarkâs practically the poster boy for responsibility.â
Y/N forced a laugh, trying to deflect Loisâs probing gaze. âYeah, well, even poster boys have their moments. We were just kids, you know? Doing dumb stuff like exploring abandoned barns or sneaking out to the creek after dark. Nothing too wild.â
Lois leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing with that trademark inquisitiveness. âCome on, Y/N, youâre holding out on me. I want the juicy details. What kind of trouble did Clark get into?â
Y/N could feel the heat rising in his face, a mix of nerves, and the pressure of trying to avoid any slip-ups. âHonestly, it was mostly me dragging him into stuff. Clark was always the one keeping me out of serious trouble.â
Clark chuckled nervously, his eyes darting between Y/N and Lois. âYeah, Y/N was always the adventurous one. I was just along for the ride.â
Jimmy, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. âI donât know, Lois. I think Clarkâs just good at covering his tracks. Bet heâs got a whole secret rebellious side we donât know about.â
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat at Jimmyâs words, the irony of the statement not lost on him. If only they knew just how many secrets Clark was hidingâor how many he was keeping himself.
Lois, however, wasnât so easily deterred. âI donât doubt it,â she said, her eyes flicking back to Y/N with a knowing smile. âAnd I bet youâve got some secrets of your own, Y/N. You seem like the type whoâs good at keeping things under wraps.â
Y/Nâs smile faltered for just a second before he forced it back into place. âWho doesnât have a few secrets?â he replied, trying to keep his tone light and nonchalant.
Loisâs gaze lingered on him a moment longer, and Y/N could practically feel her trying to piece together the puzzle she was sure he was hiding. He shifted uncomfortably, desperate to change the subject.
âAnyway,â Y/N said, his voice a bit too loud in his haste to redirect the conversation, âwhat about you guys? Youâve all been working together for a while now. Any crazy stories from the Daily Planet?â
Clark gave him a grateful smile, clearly relieved at the change in topic. âOh, you know, itâs mostly just chasing down leads and trying to stay out of trouble ourselves.â
Lois smirked. âMostly. There have been a few close calls, though. Like that time we were covering that gala andââ
But before she could continue, there was a sudden commotion outside the restaurant. The sound of screeching tires and shouting filled the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of something crashing into a building.
Clarkâs expression immediately shifted to one of concern. âIâll, uh, be right back,â he mumbled, already moving toward the door.
Moments later, Superman was on the scene, and Y/N found himself once again in the midst of a crisis, trying to discreetly use his magic to help those around him. He directed falling debris away from pedestrians, subtly reinforced a crumbling wall, and calmed panicked civiliansâall while trying to stay out of Loisâs line of sight.
As Y/N moved through the chaos, he couldnât help but keep one eye on Lois. She was already pulling out her phone, likely trying to reach out to sources or start documenting the scene for the Daily Planet. But more than once, Y/N caught her glancing his way, her sharp eyes narrowing as if she were trying to figure something out.
It didnât help that every time Y/N used his magic, Lois seemed to notice something was off. Like when he subtly redirected a falling streetlight away from a group of bystanders, Lois had been nearby and had whipped around, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Y/N standing there, his hand half-raised.
âWhere, how did youââ she started, but Y/N cut her off quickly.
âUh, just lucky timing,â he said, flashing what he hoped was a convincing grin.
Lois didnât look convinced, but before she could press further, another explosion rocked the area as Superman swooped across the sky in a fight with some new villain. Loisâs attention was immediately drawn away as she dashed off to get closer to the action, leaving Y/N with a brief moment of relief.
But it was short-lived. He could feel the weight of his secret bearing down on him, the fear that at any moment, Lois would start putting the pieces together. She was too perceptive, too determined to uncover the truth, and Y/N was running out of excuses.
Y/Nâs heart pounded as he watched Lois dart away, her focus now on Supermanâs battle overhead. The city block was in chaosâbuildings crumbling, cars overturned, and terrified civilians running for cover. Y/N could feel the familiar tingle of his magic, urging him to act, but he hesitated. He was too exposed, too close to Lois and Jimmy, who were both still in the thick of things, trying to stay safe while getting their story.
But then he saw itâa mother and her young child, trapped beneath a fallen piece of debris, their terrified cries cutting through the noise. Without thinking, Y/N moved. He knew he couldnât just stand by and do nothing.
Darting through the chaos, he reached the trapped pair, his heart racing. The chunk of concrete pinning them was far too heavy for him to lift on his own, but that didnât stop him from trying. He pretended to struggle with it for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one was watching too closely. Then, with a whispered incantation, he let his magic flow, lifting the debris just enough for the mother to pull her child to safety.
âGo! Get out of here!â Y/N urged them, and they didnât need to be told twice. They scrambled to their feet and ran, not looking back.
But as Y/N released his grip on the concrete, allowing it to crash back to the ground, he felt a prickling at the back of his neck. He turned just in time to see Lois standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
âY/NâŚâ she started, her voice barely audible over the sounds of destruction around them. âHow did youââ
Before she could finish, a loud crash interrupted her, drawing their attention to the ongoing battle above. Superman was locked in a fierce struggle with the villain, who was wielding some kind of energy weapon that was tearing through the city with reckless abandon.
Lois hesitated for a split second, torn between confronting Y/N and rushing to cover the story. The journalist in her won out, and she turned to run towards the action, but not before shooting Y/N one last look, a promise that this conversation wasnât over.
Y/N let out a shaky breath, but there was no time to dwell on what Lois had seen. The battle was escalating, and the destruction was growing worse by the second. He knew he had to do more, had to use his magic more openly if he wanted to save lives. The fear of exposure warred with his instinct to help, but his desire to help won out.
As Y/N wove his way through the chaos, he could feel his magic surging within him, responding to his need to act. With each subtle spell, he could feel the pressure mounting, the risk of being discovered growing with every passing moment. But he couldn't stop, not when so many lives were at stake.
As Y/N moved through the chaos, helping people where he could, he lost himself in the urgency of the moment. He pulled a child out of harm's way, extinguished small fires with a flick of his wrist, and used his magic to steady a teetering scaffold that was threatening to collapse onto a group of bystanders. Every action was instinctual, his focus so intense that he didnât even notice how close he was getting to the epicenter of the danger.
Meanwhile, Superman was engaged in a fierce battle with the villain, their clash sending shockwaves through the city. Clarkâs attention was divided, trying to subdue the threat while keeping an eye on his friends below. But in the midst of the fight, he noticed Y/N inching dangerously close to the conflict.
âY/N, get back!â Superman shouted, his voice strained with panic as he saw Y/N unwittingly step into the path of a collapsing billboard that had been dislodged during the battle.
Time seemed to slow as Clark realized he wouldnât reach Y/N in time, especially with his opponent actively trying to block his way. His heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping him like a vice. But just as the massive billboard was about to crush him, Y/Nâs instincts kicked in.
Without even thinking, Y/N threw up his hands, and a powerful force field erupted around him, deflecting the billboard away and sending it crashing harmlessly to the ground. The magic burst out of him like a tidal wave, raw and unfiltered, saving him in the nick of time.
The impact of what had just happened hit Y/N all at once. He stood there, breathless and trembling, staring at the spot where the billboard had fallen. His heart raced as he realized how close heâd come to being crushedâand how easily he had saved himself with powers.
Superman, who had seen the entire event unfold, hovered in the air, momentarily stunned. His mind raced, trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed. Y/N had powersâreal, undeniable powers. And in that instant, a dozen memories from their time together in Smallville flashed through his mind, moments that suddenly made sense in a new, startling way.
The villain took advantage of Supermanâs distraction, launching one final attack. But Superman, fueled by a surge of determination, quickly regained focus. With a swift, powerful strike, he knocked the villain off his feet, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious and defeated.
The battle was over, but the tension in the air was far from dissipated.
Superman landed softly on the ground, his eyes never leaving Y/N. The adrenaline from the fight was still coursing through him, but now it was mixed with a cocktail of emotionsâshock, confusion, and something deeper, something more personal.
Y/N looked up, locking eyes with Superman for the first time. The two of them stood there, surrounded by the remnants of the battle, but it felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.
âY/N,â Superman began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. He took a step forward, but before he could say more, Lois and Jimmy rushed over, their faces a mix of concern and relief.
Superman took a step toward Y/N, his mind racing with questions, but before he could say more, Lois and Jimmy rushed over, their faces a mix of concern and urgency.
"Superman," Lois called out, her voice edged with urgency as she glanced around. "Weâre in the middle of the street. People are starting to notice."
Jimmy nodded, his camera hanging by his side as he scanned the area. âYeah, maybe we should take this somewhere a little less⌠public.â
Superman blinked, realizing the gravity of the situation. There were indeed a few onlookers, phones out, capturing the aftermath of the battle. The last thing he needed was more attention, especially with Y/Nâs secret now out in the open.
He turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with both concern and determination. âY/N, we need to talk. But not here. Do you trust me?â
Y/N, still shaken from everything that had happened, hesitated for only a moment before nodding. âYeah, I trust you.â
Superman gave him a small, reassuring smile before glancing back at Lois and Jimmy. âIâll explain everything later, but right now, I need to get Y/N out of here.â
Lois gave a curt nod, understanding the need for discretion. âWeâll cover for you. Just⌠be careful.â
Jimmy shot Y/N a quick thumbs-up, though his expression was tinged with curiosity and concern. âWeâll handle the crowd. Go.â
With a final nod, Superman wrapped an arm around Y/Nâs waist, holding him securely. âHold on tight.â
Before Y/N could fully process what was happening, they were airborne, the ground falling away as Superman lifted them into the sky. The wind rushed past them as they soared above the city, the chaos of the battle below quickly becoming a distant memory.
Y/N clung to Superman, his heart racing not just from the flight but from the whirlwind of emotions and revelations that had just unfolded. He had always admired Superman from afar, but now, being so close, knowing that this was Clarkâit was almost too much to take in.
They flew in silence, the cityscape sprawling out beneath them, until finally, Superman began to descend, landing gently on the rooftop of the Daily Planet building. The iconic globe loomed above them, casting long shadows in the setting sun.
Superman set Y/N down carefully, stepping back to give him space. For a moment, they just stood there, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them.
Clark, still in his Superman suit but with the familiar warmth of his old friend in his eyes, took a step closer. âI know. Itâs a lot to take in. For both of us.â
Y/N nodded, his mind racing with a thousand questions. âSo, you're Superman?â
A faint blush along with his nervous smile appeared on his face, a glimpse of the boy Y/N had known. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
A moment of silence passed before Y/N spoke again, "I really don't get how people don't catch on faster. The only visible difference is the glasses," he said, gesturing to the frames on Clark's face.
Clark looked confused for a moment, "Wait, huh? Did you know?"
"Well, not for sure. But I had my suspicions. I mean, the glasses, the timing of your disappearances, the fact that you were never around whenever Superman showed up... it wasn't exactly hard to put the pieces together. But, I didn't know until I saw you up close. Until now, whenever you were Superman, I wasn't close enough to get a good look. Then, you were right in front of me, and well, it was like, 'Oh yeah, that makes complete sense,'" Y/N admitted, rambling a little.
"Oh," was all Clark could manage, a sheepish look on his face.
"Why did you never tell me?" Y/N asked, his voice soft.
Clark sighed, his expression conflicted. "I wanted to, believe me. But it's not exactly something I can just go around telling people. And after everything that happened back in Smallville, I didn't want to put you in any more danger. I guess, we were both keeping secrets."
Y/N paused for a moment, now realizing the irony of the situation before laughing under his breath, "Sneaky little bastard strikes again."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, just a little joke to myself," Y/N explained, before pausing and looking at his friend, taking in his entire superhero appearance, "Wow, looking at you now, and thinking back to everything, everything now makes so much sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you being able to stop cars without getting injured. Or people always calling your parents to ask for you when their tractor was broken down. And that time you and Suzy were playing in Old Man Ferris's field and he almost mowed her over with the shredder but you saved her and broke the shredder in the process. I always thought it was weird, but now, it's obvious," Y/N said, his tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
"I mean, it could've just been weak metal," Clark tried to argue, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed his embarrassment.
"Clark, no offense, but anyone else verse that shredder would've been minced meat. And yet, one run-in with you and it had been totaled with no chance of repair. Which, did he ever get a new one?"
"Yeah, the town all chipped in to get him one while my parents got him insurance on it for a year as an apology."
"Hmm, you know for the amount of weird things that have gone on in that town between you and me alone, you'd think someone would've said something or freaked out," Y/N commented, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, Smallville is a weird place," Clark chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"That it is," Y/N agreed, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
Clark cleared his throat while rubbing the back of his neck, "I guess things also make sense for you too. All those times that lights and power in school went out after you got angry, things disappearing and reappearing in random places, and that one time you got in an argument with a squirrel. Can you talk to animals with your powers?"
"Okay, first of all, we didn't have to bring that specific instance up. You remember everyone made fun of me for like a month after that happened. And either way, that squirrel had it coming," Y/N said, a slight pout on his face.
"It was a squirrel, Y/N."
"And it was a jerk!"
"How was it a jerk?"
"It kept throwing acorns at me and always running at me like it wanted to fight. I can't understand animals naturally unless there's a spell for it that I just haven't figured out, but they do seem to gravitate towards me for whatever reason. But, that squirrel had it out for me since freshman year and I was just trying to defend myself," Y/N argued, his voice taking on a slightly whiny tone.
"By arguing with it?"
"Well, yes," Y/N said, crossing his arms, "But, it was a very heated argument."
"If you say so," Clark laughed, his eyes bright with amusement.
Clark's laughter filled the air, and for a moment, it felt like they were back in Smallville, two friends joking around like they used to. But the reality of their situation quickly settled back in, and the weight of everything that had happenedâeverything that had been revealedâhung between them.
"So, magic," Clark said after a beat, his tone more serious. "I can't believe you were hiding that all these years."
Y/N shrugged, looking down at his feet. "It wasn't exactly something I could just go around telling people. Especially not in Smallville. I barely understood it myself, and my parents were terrified of what might happen if anyone found out. They were always worried that some government agency would swoop in and take me away if I ever slipped up."
Clark nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. My parents had similar fears about me. We were both trying to protect each other, in our own way."
"Yeah," Y/N agreed quietly. He glanced up at Clark, a hesitant smile on his face. "It's kind of ironic, isn't it? Both of us with these...abilities and we never knew about each other."
Clark smiled back, but there was something in his eyesâsomething that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. "I wish I had known," Clark said softly. "Maybe things would have been different."
"Maybe," Y/N echoed, the word hanging in the air between them.
A comfortable silence settled over them, the kind that only old friends could share. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city. Y/N found himself getting lost in the moment, in the quiet presence of his friend, the tension of the past few weeks slowly ebbing away.
But then Clark spoke again, his voice filled with an emotion that Y/N couldn't quite place. "You know, I've always felt like there was something more between us. Even back then."
Y/N's breath caught in his throat. He looked at Clark, his eyes searching his friend's face for any sign that he might be joking, but all he saw was sincerity. "What do you mean?"
Clark hesitated as if trying to find the right words. "I mean... I've always cared about you, Y/N. More than just as a friend."
The confession hung in the air, and Y/N's heart pounded in his chest. He had dreamed of hearing those words for so long, but now that they were here, he didn't know how to respond. His feelings for Clark had been buried deep for years, hidden away to protect both himself and their friendship.
"Clark, I..." Y/N began, but his voice faltered. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I care about you too. A lot. But thisâ" He gestured to the city below them, to Supermanâs suit, to everything around them. "This is complicated. Our lives are so different now."
Clark stepped closer, his expression earnest. "I know itâs complicated. But maybe we can figure it out together."
Y/N looked into Clark's eyes, seeing the hope and the warmth there, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could make this work. He thought about all the things they had been through, the secrets they had kept, the bond that had never really broken despite the years and the distance.
He smiled softly, his heart finally settling into a steady rhythm. "I'd like that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Clark's smile was brighter than the sunset behind him, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the fading sunlight. For the first time in a long while, things felt right. Complicated, yes, but right.
But before they could say anything more, the door to the rooftop burst open, and Lois and Jimmy came rushing in, both looking out of breath and a little frantic.
"Clark! Y/N!" Lois called out, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. "You guys okay? Weâve been looking everywhere for you."
"Yeah, weâre fine," Clark said, quickly stepping back from Y/N, though he couldnât quite hide the smile on his face.
Jimmy glanced between the two of them, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, you guys really should be more careful. The paparazzi would have a field day if they caught Superman having a heart-to-heart with some random guy on a rooftop."
Lois rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement. "He's right. We should get off this rooftop before someone spots us."
Clark looked at Y/N, his expression a mix of reluctance and agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He turned back to Y/N, his voice softening. "We'll talk more later, okay?"
Y/N nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness about what that conversation would bring. "Yeah, later."
With that, they all made their way back down to the city, where the chaos of the day had finally settled. But even as they stepped back into the world, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had shifted between them.
And for the first time, he was ready to see where it would lead.
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