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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 1 year ago

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Gamer Girly - part 2

link to part one • link to master list

cw: alcohol, bisexualness, idk me being half gay

MDNI 18+

not proof read, literally wrote this bc of my insomnia and not being able to sleep tonight

You and Geto texted to plan a FaceTime call in a few days as it worked for his schedule and you were beyond nervous. Even going as far as using your whitening strips and getting your eyebrows done. You planned it for Thursday evening, a time after Geto’s stream was over, before you, Utahime, and Haibara were about to go out to bars for Thirsty Thursday with your fake ID’s. You did your makeup and hair while listening to the squads stream rehearsing in your head what you think Geto would say. You picked out a black crop top and a short denim skirt to wear paired with your vans. As they wrapped up their stream you started feeling anxious and took a shot of a vodka mini bottle you had lying around your apartment to calm some nerves. As you swallow some orange juice as a chaser your phone buzzes from your desk.

‘hey just wrapped up, let me know when you’re free and I’ll shoot you a call. :)’

god texting him felt like you were flirting in high school all over again like a giddy innocent girl.

you set your macbook up on your desk so you could have a better view of him for the FaceTime.

‘sure, ready whenever you are!’ You respond.

Your anticipation leads to sweaty palms and sipping a white claw that was left in your fridge at some point as you pace around your bedroom, making sure everything in the background is okay.

your ringtone from your laptop goes off rather loud and you quickly sit at your desk but don’t press the answer button too soon. The 10 seconds it takes the call to load seems like years as you bounce your leg under your desk.

“hey!” You both speak at the same exact time, as you nervously giggle.

“How are you?” Comes out of both your mouths at the same time again.

“I’m sorry, you first,” you say as he chuckles with his eyes squinted close in the most precious way.

“I’m great, happy to be done streaming for the night and getting ready to go out with some friends, how about you?”

“I’m also going out with some friends for once! We don’t go to bars a whole lot but wanted to try one tonight. Other than that great now that I actually get to speak with you,” you admit, blushing.

“Yeah about that, this moderator thing is pretty easy, mainly the thing you have to watch out for on my discord is people sexualizing Shoko. She’s started to get butthurt about how she’s ‘more than a pretty face’” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Oh yeah of course…” you pause, “are you guys like dating or…?” You close your eyes not believing you just fucking asked that.

“Oh no no, she’s been Satoru and I’s best friend all through high school. We taught her to play and she has pretty much gotten better than us.”

“Satoru?”

“Oh sorry yes that is Gojo’s first name, we all go by our last names on the stream.”

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense,” you glance over at the notepad sitting next to your laptop wondering if you should be taking notes.

“I have to admit there’s not really a whole lot that goes into it, I just wanted to see you over FaceTime.” He grins, lighting up a blunt and casually looking at his screen to see your reaction.

He can’t be flirting with you…right? You decide to take the ball in your court, “well what can I say, I’m only one of your most devoted fans,” winking at him and hoping you don’t seem too lame.

He chuckles, taking a long puff of his blunt and passing it to someone off the screen.

You dare to ask, “also sorry if this is too personal to ask so soon, but I saw your area code is close to where I go to college, can I ask where you’re from?”

He looks like his brain is trying to fit pieces together for a moment, looking up at the person he passed the blunt to. “Uh, yeah I’m from Shibuya and I go to university here.”

Your jaw drops, “like University of Shibuya?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” He asks.

“I’m a junior here! I had no idea you guys were from around here or went to the same school!”

You hear Gojo in the back whisper “oh my fucking god”

Suguru shoots daggers at Gojo, still off screen, and doesn’t know what to say.

“We don’t have to meet up or anything if you’re uncomfortable with it! We can just pretend like we didn’t talk about this,” you blush nervously thinking he was put off by something you said.

“No, no, I mean it would be great either way. Just was a little surprising that’s all.” He responds, no longer looking around for Gojo, just focusing on you on his screen.

“Yeah well I’ll promote you to a moderator tonight and have the other mod text you to kinda explain the situation.” The dark haired mystery man smiles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh and the pay, uh how does $20 per hour sound?”

“Yeah sure whatever you’re willing to pay I’ll take it!” you say almost too eagerly. You knew mods got paid kind of well but you didn’t know it was this good. If he streams 7 days a week for 2 hours, that’s already $280 a week. Plus the time you spend in discord on the chats.

“Okay well I’ll be in touch…” he trails off and you can’t tell if he’s either high or just uninterested in your conversation. (In reality Gojo had a girl sitting on his lap sucking his face off and Suguru was trying to decide if he was disgusted or turned on)

“Yeah, thank you for picking me! Look forward to talking with you,” you say hoping he’s not regretting his choices noting that he got a little awkward after the talk about being local arose.

“Yeah, see ya,” he says too casually with hardly a hint of a smile on his face. You click the ‘end call’ button and sigh. It seems like this unobtainable crush you had on suguru for the past 9 months was still just that. Why had you never seen him around town or campus? Granted, it was a really big school and everything but never once had you seen him, by god you would remember that face.

You snap out of your trance back to your white claw and scroll to find your texts with Utahime while you down the can

‘your place in 10?’ you text her.

‘Yes, sorry kinda last minute but some of haibara and i’s other friends are going to come too’ she texts back and you groan, not in the mood to meet new people.

The thought of having to be social enough to go to the bar was anxiety inducing, but now having to actually meet people before you’re drunk? You grab two more of the mini bottles of vodka you have in your freezer downing one and shoving the other in your pocket for when you get to Utahime’s apartment.

You walk into her unlocked flat without knocking, being too in your head from the FaceTime call and what it meant. Utahime is sitting on the counter, Haibara between her legs as they are making out passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs spread in her skirt so Haibara (and you) can see her turquoise panties.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you giggle staring at the scene in front of you. “I thought you were expecting me.”

Utahime, obviously embarrassed jumps down from the counter acting like nothing happened and walks over to give you a hug. Wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, and red bow in her hair she looks as cutely innocent as ever. You looked about as opposite as her as possible with your ripped denim skirt, black crop top revealing your cleavage just perfectly, and black and white checkered vans.

“How did the call go?” She asks as Haibara excuses himself to the bathroom trying, but failing, to hide his boner from their make out session.

“Great but I have news about like the four of them -“ you’re cut off by a knock at the apartment door.

In walks a girl with white hair, a black button up black mini skirt, with knee high socks. She was accompanied by two average looking men, obviously whipped by her aura.

“Mei Mei!” Utahime runs over to her and gives her a hug. You’re a little taken aback by the warm welcome this new girl received versus your very awkward one. Well I guess that’s what you get for not knocking.

Haibara comes out of the bathroom looking like he just splashed cold water on his face and neck, “Bayer, Kokun, good to see you.” Walking up to them to dab them up.

You take this opportunity to down the mini bottle in your pocket and take a sip of Utahime’s sprite she left sitting on the counter. Sheeeeesh, three mini bottles and a white claw in before you even leave for the bar? You’re feeling pretty good and confident. Walking in on the couple’s make out session made you realize how long it had been since you got any action. Besides your vibrator working over time, usually after Geto’s streams.

You force yourself out of your thoughts and walk up to the trio chit chatting with the couple and introduce yourself. “Hey I’m y/n” and extend your hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, Utahime has told me a lot about you.” Mei Mei says in her naturally sultry voice. Your eyes nervously look at Utahime, consider she had never mentioned this attractive white haired woman to you before.

“We’re new friends, she just moved in down the hallway and these two guys helped her move in.” Utahime says reading your mind.

“Ah nice to meet you, I’m just a few floors up if you ever need anything.” You respond.

“All we’re missing is Yuki right?” Mei Mei asks as she directs her attention to Utahime.

“Yeah but who knows if she’ll show up. I’ll text her to just meet us at the bar.”

With that, the group heads out to go to one of the dive bars in the city, a little place with karaoke on Thursdays. Supposedly Mei Mei knows the bouncer quite well, walking up first in the crowd to whisper something in his ear, finger trailing down his chest. You’re not sure what she said to him, only that his cheeks turned red and he let the 5 of you in without checking your IDs at all. From what you heard this place didn’t let fakes in very easily so you wonder what could have bribed that man. You grab a high top table in the back near the pool tables with Utahime and Mei Mei as the 3 boys go to grab you drinks.

“Can we sing a girls song together?” You propose to the two.

“Y/n are you drunk already? You’d never suggest that sober.” Utahime raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about the spice girls?” You ask ignoring her question. Mei Mei nods with a slight smirk. As you go up to put your name on a slip of paper the boys come back with the drinks. The DJ winks at you and you immediately regret your decision.

A few songs later and it seems your drink is gone, listening to the boys talk about sports and video games, as the two girls chat about their one annoying neighbor on their floor that has the loudest sex imaginable.

You walk up to the bar and stand patiently next to a tall beautiful blonde woman.. you try not to stare as the bartender comes over to her and asks her order. “I’ll take a whiskey and ginger ale, and whatever this girl is having.” She smirks pointing her thumb over to you. “Vodka cran please,” you squeak out to the bartender, nervously smiling at her.

The man goes to make the drinks as she sticks out her hand, “Hi pretty, I’m Yuki.”

“Oh you’re Yuki! Friends with Mei Mei and Utahime?” You stumble out the words remembering her name from earlier.

“Sorry, I’m y/n. I’m here with them tonight, I can take you to them if you’d like?”

Yuki leaves her card with the bartender and hands you your drink. “After you,” she smiles taking the first sip of her drink looking you up and down smugly. You grab her free hand with her vape in it and weave from the bar back to the table you all had claimed.

“I found someone you guys may know?” You shyly interject trying to be funny. The whole group erupts into various versions of “Yuki! Oh my god so good to see you!” She props herself up on the last open barstool at the table. Baggy red cargo pants and a black crop top, no bra with nipple piercings pretty obvious. She catches you staring and nods her head in a “come here” kind of way.

“So what’s your type?” She asks.

“Uh what?” You question back.

“What’s your type of woman?…or man I guess.” She eyes you up and down as if trying to determine your sexuality.

“Uh… I like long hair? And someone who can have a good time?” You’ve never had to answer that question on the spot so you think your answer was decent enough.

She lets out a chuckle and takes another sip of her drink. “So you’re not playing for a single side I’m hearing.” She smirks and puts her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess not” you smile back realizing how close your faces are.

Just then the DJ announces the next karaoke names, “y/n, Utahime and Mei Mei are going to sing us Wannabe by the Spice Girls!”

“y/nnnn” a tipsy Utahime grabs your hand and starts rushing you three to the stage. One thing you forgot about this place is you have to take a shot before singing. You three take your shots of what tastes like battery acid, stinging going down and trying not to think about it as the music starts.

The 90s classic song gets ever girl in the bar singing and dancing at the edge of the stage and you see Haibara behind the crowd video taping your performance.

Your words are starting to slur slightly and you are just having a great time feeling like a pop star. You swear up in the balcony of the bar you see a white head of hair jamming out and screaming the words but hey everyone’s having a good time!

The song comes to a close and the three of you get escorted off stage. You split from the two and say “I’m going to step outside to smoke for a second,” as you do when you drink.

You walk up to the back door of the bar and as you go to push, you feel someone else pull. With the alcohol in your system, your reaction time is a little delayed. Before you know it you are falling forward towards the gravel with your arms out.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you mumble out assessing the damage while you sit up so you are on your knees. Only a few scrapes as the person on the other side of the door comes up to you and puts a hand on your back.

“Oh my god are you okay I’m sorry,” you hear a familiar voice. Too familiar.

You turn around to meet amber eyes inches from your face.

“Geto?” Your jaw drops.

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A/N I had to go through my archives to see what someone would wear to a bar in 2018 😭 and look up a discord mods hourly pay on google 😭 also had a bi panic moment w Yuki and Utahime and MeiMei as usual if you can’t tell

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yanderepuck · 7 months ago

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Part something of maybe 12 of the wheel of smut for my mutuals. I was on a roll and wrote like half of them immediately I think and now I have the other half.

This is for @namine-somebodies-nobody we like never talk but I see you in my notifs all the time and I love you sm. Bc of the prompt this is more modern time.

Prompt: him finding a horny posting blog that you run

Isaac knocks on your door. "Hello?" The door gets pushed open and he peaks inside. "Where is she?" He steps inside holding a small stack of books.

There was something she was looking for and so he pulled a few books from the library. He sets them on her desk and glances at her laptop screen.

It was on a site he hasn't seen before. He only meant to glaze over the words but then he was stuck reading it.

It was some kind of social media site from what he can tell, but it also seemed like a blog. The more he read the more he could feel his face warming up. Next thing he knew he hit the down arrow key and started scrolling through, barely noticing that all of these posts were by the same person.

Oh to ne pinned down and mercilessly fucked like caught prey

A day where I don't wake up with a cock prodding at my cunt is another wasted day

Wake me up by rubbing your cock against my pussy, slide it up and down, softly groaning in my ear as precum leaks from your angry tip, excited to slip into my wet hole.

Not to mention the sexual images. Some of the gifs he comes across are full on porn.

He keeps reading. He can't look away. The next is much more erotic than the last. What are you doing on a site like this?

The sound of the door being pushed open doesn't snap him out of it.

"Isaac? What are you doing?"

He jumps and starts to panic. He quickly turns around, his face quite flushed. "N-nothing! I-I brought you those books!"

He's so not good at this.

You see your laptop open and realize what he saw. You rush over and quickly close. "You weren't supposed to-"

"I didn't mean to look, I'm sorry!"

You're both in a panic. Your face starts getting warm as well. Neither of you are sure of what to say next. How do you explain that to him? How much did he read? What did he read?

"I-I have some things to do," Isaac does an awkward side step towards the door. Was he really going to act like he didn't just read that? "I will see you around dinner."

Isaac finally leaves the room, closing the door. You open your laptop again to see what he could have read.

"... He's going to think I'm a whore."

Isaac goes back to his room and sits at his desk. He has been teaching himself how to fix modern phones and has pieces all over his desk.

He can't concentrate however. Some of those posts keep playing in his head.

Pull my hair and fuck me til I pass out. Then keep fucking me

I love it when you grab my head and make me choke on your cock 💖

If you don't leave marks when you choke me, it isn't real

Did she write those? But he would never be that rough with you. Are you cheating on him?

"No! She would never. She wouldn't," his voice trails off as he rests his head in his hands. Maybe he isn't enough. Does he not please you enough? "Do I need to do more?"

More of the posts go through his mind, trying to imagine you and him in the scenario

Fucking her like she's only there for your pleasure and nothing else

Is that really how she wants to be treated? There's no way he read that right. There's no way-

You're a fleshlight, why would you need a safeword? I'm giving you what you want.

Actually there's no way he could treat you like that.

"Ugh!" He pulls his hair slightly and tries to relax. "Maybe...maybe I can try something. Maybe meet her in the middle somewhere."

He gets worried about him not being enough for you. He feels that he is disappointing you. The longer he thinks about it the more flustered he gets. He should just talk to you about it. Clear it up. But that's nerve-wracking.

You get nervous when Isaac doesn't show up for dinner. Normally you wouldn't think twice about it, maybe he just got lost in his work. Does he not want to see you now?

You prepare a plate of food for him and go to his room. You don't bother knocking on his door and just push it open.

"Isaac? I brought you dinner," you come in with a tray and bottle of rouge.

He is still at his desk, his back away from you, still working. "Thanks. But I'm not hung-"

Before he can finish you set the tray on the desk, being sure it doesn't set on any of the pieces he has laid out.

"Of course you're hungry," he just doesn't realize it. You sit on his bed.

You both sit there in awkward silence for a few moments.

"About what you read-" now you get cut off.

"Is that what you are.. into?" He doesn't know how to word it. He's so bad about talking about this.

"I...I mean. Sort of," you look down. You might like it but it feels different to talk about it.

Isaac sets his tools down and turns to look at you trying to figure out where this conversation is going.

"You think it's gross, don't you?

"N-no! No no no!" He would never admit that anyway. He finds it a bit odd but if you are into it he would never say that.

Instinctively, his fingers twirl through his hair. You know what that means and you're trying to fight out how to get out of this conversation.

"Do I not do enough to... satisfy you?"

And now you're deeper into the conversation.

"No you do!" You quickly answer. You don't want him to get the impression that you have to think about it. "It's just that..." Now you are playing with the hem of your shirt. You're both nervous about this. "..but I would like to try new things."

"New things?"

"O-only if you're comfortable with it though!"

You don't want to make him do something too wild at first.

"What kind of things?"

You pause. What are some of the less kinky things you want to try? Which ones would he really be open to?

"Maybe pulling my hair. Choking. Biting me more," your voice is quiet. You talk about these things online with no issue so why is it difficult with your boyfriend.

You can tell Isaac is trying not to have much of a reaction. He knows these aren't even 'kinky' things. Sure he can bite you, but won't you pass out eventually? Pulling your hair doesn't seem too bad. But choking you? He's not sure he can do that. How is that enjoyable?

"I can try those," his voice is also quiet. You're not sure if it is because he's shy or unsure.

Feeling satisfied with how the conversation has gone, and not wanting it to get worse, you get up from his bed, taking a few steps to get closer to him to kiss him.

"Eat some dinner, okay?" You glance at the plate you brought him with the rouge alongside it. "Goodnight, I love you."

He kisses you back. "I love you too, goodnight."

He lets out an exasperated sigh once you leave.

A few days pass since that very awkward conversion. You've been a little more cautious about how you leave your laptop. As uncomfortable as that may have been, you can't imagine if it was anyone else who found it.

But now Isaac is being a little more rough with you. His build might be small but maybe that vampire strength theory is true.

His door quickly shut and he has you pinned against the wall, kissing you. His hands are under your shirt, all over your body. Your hands are doing no different to him. Trying to get his shirt off.

One hand reaches down grabbing your ass. You press your body into his and moan in approval. His other hand grabs you and before you know it he's picked you up.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, your lips never parting until he drops you on his bed. The front of you feels cold without him against you, but you both quickly start to undress.

Isaac gets on the bed, getting between your legs, going back to kissing you. While you hold his face in place, he squeezes your tits.

It's not like he hasn't done this before but he feels as if he's trying to be rougher. In general he often forgets you aren't as fragile as you may look.

You can feel his tip, you try to move your hips like you're trying to get him inside you. One hand leaves your chest, dragging down your skin until it reaches your hips. He pushes you back down into the bed, holding you so you don't move.

You can't help but whine. You spread your legs wider, showing that you're desperate.

Taking the invitation he slides into you, both of you moaning. His thrusts start soft until he gets comfortable. Then he quickly gets faster and rougher.

That is not unlike him, but what you want is his hand around your neck. You didn't bother trying to ask, not yet anyway.

You try talking between moans. "Isaac.. p-pull my hair."

"How should I..?" He tried not to slow his hips down while he thought about how he's supposed to do it. Grab a fist full and pull? Go closer to the scalp? Top of the head, base of the neck? He's making this much more complicated than it needs to be.

You don't want to use words. Too much right now. "Like this," you smirk and grab hair at the nape of Isaac's neck and tug it back.

Oh that cute moan he made ignited something in you. You comb your fingers through his hair and tug it more, to show him how it's done of course, no other reason.

His cheeks were flushed. He's embarrassed to have moaned like that. But now he tries it on you. You exaggerate a moan to get him to do it more.

It's just that you have so much hair that he isn't sure if one place is better than another. He manages to grab hair from the back of your head and tugs it to tilt your head back.

You truly moan more that time. He seems to have an idea and grabs your hair in a way that he can tug your head to the side.

With his thrusts still keeping pace, he buries his face into your exposed neck to bite you. You moan louder and your hips buck up into his.

"Isaac!"

His grip on you tightens as he drinks your blood. Your blood is so addictive. He pulls his lips back and bites you in another spot, only taking a bit of blood from each wound.

Your moan was louder the second time. Then he did it a third time. He really wants to leave a mark on you.

The third time did you in. You don't think you've ever cummed so quickly.

Even after tightening around him, Isaac keeps thrusting into you. He licks each of your bites before letting your hair go.

You couldn't be bothered to try to get him to choke you this time. One step at a time.

He holds your hands to the bed, thrusting deeper. You felt like you could pass out from all those bites, but you didn't want him to stop. You forced yourself to stay conscious.

"I-Isaac," you whine is name, trying to reach up for a kiss.

He closes the gap, kissing you roughly. You can taste your blood on his lips. He lets your hands go to be able to touch your body, being rough with where he grabs.

You start to rock your hips with his to help you stay awake, any movement helps. Isaac starts moaning into your kiss.

His thrusting is getting rougher like he's getting more desperate. Your kiss breaks.

"Ahh- Fill me," you moan.

In moments his cum spills out into you. He bites his lip, not wanting to be too loud, but moans still spill out.

As his movement come to a stop, you both begin to pant. He looks at the bite marks, hoping he didn't hurt you too badly. Those marks were going to be there for a few days, and deep down you were hoping everyone would be able to see.

Your eyes flutter, finally wanting to pass out. Isaac gets off the bed.

"Let me get you something to drink."

He went to grab his clothes but you grabbed his arm to pull him back onto the bed

"Nooo," you whine. You hold onto him as if your life depended on it. "Stay."

Isaac puts his arms around you, rubbing your back, getting you to fall asleep in moments.

Tag list~

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#i started this may 8th #why did this take me so long? no clue #but i haven't been able to write anything to be fair #not from lack of ideas no #lack of everything else #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac #smut smut smut #i also want sure how to transition from 'the talk' to smut so there's that #i feel like you don't want to see his search history after that convo #love that i finished this in time for Arthurs birthday jfjfi

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 9 months ago

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I got caught shoplifting a few weeks ago so Im gonna have a court proceeding (? if thats what you call it in english idk) in a couple hours and Im a little bit nervous but the shit I stole was only worth 7€ and it was my first time getting caught so I dont think it'll be too big of a deal. Honestly Im just glad I didnt get caught while I was stealing ~85€ worth of acotar books, because my punishment would not only be wayyyy harsher it would also just be embarrassing, imagine stealing sjm books when theres so many good books you could steal from a bookstore

Anyway, speaking of acotar books, its livebloggin time. Last time, Feyre and Rhysand came to this cabin in the woods/inn in the middle of nowhere and stayed in a room thats so small that you couldnt even have sex in it and then they had sex. not penetrative sex, they just fingered each other. Which is to say Rhysand fingered her vagina and Feyre fingered his wings because god forbid a man be on the receiving end for anything other than a blowjob. Also, I guess Mor, Cassian and Azriel are somewhere else? I didnt wanna say anything about them being gone bc I just kinda assumed they were staying with Feysand but they seem to be gone. whatever I dont care about those guys anyway

Chapter 49

Feyres internal declarations of love and wanting to be with Rhys forever feel very shallow when you consider the fact that 1) theyve only had like 3 months worth of non-traumatic interactions with eachother, and 2) she thought the exact same way about Tamlin and then she DIED FOR HIM and then she left him after barely half a year

'"You know exactly that I would do anything for my people and my family."' 'Your people' consisting of one (1) city

Feyre's pussy feels slightly raw from getting fingered hours ago?? thats not a good sign.

'"I'm not gonna turn away from you. Not from you," I promised him quietly.' honestly, i can believe that, if you can fully forgive someone for physically torturing and sexually assaulting you after like a month or two you can forgive them anything, I have no idea why Rhys would be worried about that

can you imagine if Rhysand got shot with poisoned arrows and he just died right here. Life could be a dream but alas, I live in a nightmare world

I actually really like Feyre going feral over her love interest like this (even if that love interest is Rhys) I dont we're gonna get much more of that in this series so I shall savour it

Yeah, now that she mentions it, how come one ash arrow was enough to straight up kill Andras but Rhysand gets hit by like a dozen and hes just fine after this. I guess it could be that Feyre shot Andras in the eye so it was more lethal than Rhys getting shot in the back and wings but still, afaik there are no longterm consequences from this, like hes not even gonna have to deal with idk, his back hurting at certain points or something

Im not a fan of Feyre being so murderhappy now when she was reluctant to even kill animals at the start of this book, like at a certain point Im not so much bothered by Feyre's character being retconned from ACOTAR but her character from start of ACOMAF

Damn I didnt think the sex would be anything other than a pointless diversion, but here it is, being plot relevant

How come these guys have been torturing him by just stringing him up and leaving the arrows while they whip him, if I was an evil torturer and had just gotten my hands on a guy with wings Im sawing those badboys off immediately. or should i say batboys ahahahha.hahha

Oh, just a splinter of ashwood can he deadly but of course Rhysand is gonna be pretty much fine after being impaled with seven whole arrows

'"And Elain would love [Velaris], I'm sure of it. Although she would probably cling to Azriel the whole time, looking for safety."' smth about that line feels icky to me, I think its the fact that I dont think Elain actually properly interacted with Azriel at this point and also, Velaris is a perfect paradisical city what on earth would she need his protection for there

ughhhh all this bullshit with the dresser is so unbearably annoying

I guess I'll see how this all actually pans out next chapter, but right now I gotta say I dont like the fact that Rhysand's wounds just heal on their own, I couldve used some good whump with him. And Im not just saying that because I dont like him and Im a sadistic little bitch, even though both of those things are true, Im saying this because I think seeing him in a vulnerable position for an extended time would make me like him more

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #anti sjm #flames and darkness liveblog

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halliescomut · 1 month ago

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LITA (jpn) Episode 1 Feelings

I watched the first ep of the Japanese LITA and I kinda wanna talk about it. I absolutely love the OG. It is probably one of my top 5 Thai BLs and top 10 BLs overall. I know and recognize the problematic tropes that Mame is known for using, but I think that overall the ones she brought into LITA were handled remarkably well.

But that penchant for using iffy tropes makes her work a bit scary to adapt I think. I am and will continue to be nervous over how they handle Sky's story, because that is where you have kind of the biggest pitfalls. Rain and Payu's story has some potential hurdles, but since kinda the main issue for it in the OG is how the D/s dynamic is handled (not well bc Mame doesn't really know how to handled it super well) and is that going to be exacerbated or improved in the Japanese adaptation? I'm only on episode one, so I couldn't really say. We'll really have to see how things play out in episode two to know, I think.

I know some people had very strong reactions (some very wrong- I'm looking at you the 'Payu's actor doesn't look like a top' people) to the casting announcements for the adaptation. (I made a little graphic to show who is who.) They've made some changes to their names, which is reasonable and makes sense, but I do think it's kind of odd in some ways how they went about it. It seems clear they changed Rain to Rei and Sky to Kai because those sound similar, and the changed Payu to Arashi and Prapai to Fuma because those names match the meanings of the original Thai names. Why it strikes me as a bit odd is that the novels are named Love Storm and Love Sky, so in my mind, those would be the names you would want to retain their original meanings, but I digress.

As far as casting, I thought everyone looked fine, but it's how they express the characters that matters most and while we don't get much of Prapai in this first episode (just a sprinkling) I will say the portrayals of Payu, Rain, and Sky are very promising.

We'll talk about Rei first, because there's just more to talk about there, he is the main character. I have mixed feelings on how the sort of inherent silliness of the Rain character is adapted, since when Japanese BLs do comedy it's a very specific brand of over the top...and adding that to Rain's already sort of overdramatic nature can be overwhelming.

Rei (and the actor who plays him) does go a little too hard for my taste sometimes, but it is reined in more than I kind of expected...at least so far. The whole concept of Rain is kind of young/foolish/a bit brash, and that's very well shown here. Rei I think comes off a bit more sexually aware, in that it's not quite the big doe-eyed innocence of Noeul's Rain, but it's still has that undertone of inexperience. We do see that curiosity of the character truly maintained, which I really am happy about, because I do find it to be one of Rain's best traits. I talked before about how Rain is kind of the classic ingenue character.

We see that upheld here, especially in terms of Rei continuously just believing the best of people, but also in the relationships he has with Kai and Arashi, who have a desire to protect him, though they both go about it differently. It's been a very long time since I read the novel, and I did intentionally not do a rewatch of the og because I didn't want comparisons to be coloring my view of the adaptation. But I will say that the kind of speaking without thought aspect of Rei is something I find pretty delightful. Rain did have that also, but I think they relied more on internal monologue for him, so only us as the audience was aware of his thoughts.

Talking about Arashi or Payu, it's difficult to get much of a read on him. Since this episode is basically from Rei's perspective, we only know as much about Arashi as he does. Just as Rei doesn't really know what to think of him, neither do we. As we know from the source material and the og series, he is a character that's a bit cold on the outside, but has his own softness and warmth. I think that concept is a difficult one to portray, and I think looking back it's almost surprising how well Boss managed to do it, especially in epsiode 1. Shoma (Arashi's actor) does a good job with this very difficult task. I don't want to continuosly compare one actor to another, because I think that's kind of pointless, but I think there's potential opportunities that might have helped to add that warmth. They've done some cutting down of the source material to fit a very different runtime (10 episode of about 30 minutes compared to 13 1 hours episodes) which I think cuts out the slower moments of Payu/Arashi watching Rain/Rei and us getting to see his facial expressions portray his feelings. But truly that a director/producer issue, not an actor one in my opinion. I've seen some discontent over how Arashi doesn't appear to be as wealthy as he is in the og, and while I guess that's true, I never felt like his financial status was super relevant to the plot in the og series. It's relevant to Prapai/Fuma's but not to Arashi. Him simply being older, established in his chosen career, lends the appropriate level of contrast between him and Rei's life experience. I was very happy to see that they kept the short scene at the end of the episode to really show us Arashi's gentler side. I think it was one of the most necessary things in the og version to help us really know how much affection Payu had for Rain, and that it wasn't simply a sexual cat and mouse game for him, so seeing it really helped to reinforced that knowledge in the adaptation.

Side note: I feel like for many people the NC scenes are what is iconic about the og series, and while they are certainly amazing, they're not what I would present as the most representative of the show. The quiet moments are what really show the heart of the series.

Now to talk about Kai. Sky is my favorite character from the series, so I have a lot of affection for him. The actor looks perfect from what we've seen of Sky as portrayed by Peat, but in adaptations, it's definitely not whether actors look like the previous actors, but how they inhabit the character. We're still in Rei's POV, so we only know as much about Kai as he does, which is not much. Kai is very closed off to us in many ways. But we do see the two kind of defining traits of Sky/Kai which is his sarcastic/dry humor and his quiet care of Rain/Rei. The deliveries from Reo are spot on in terms of humor, and I do feel like even when he scold Rei or teases him, there's very much an affection there.

I think that's all I have to say about it so far. We'll see where things go for episode 2. But I am enjoying it, which doesn't surprise me in itself, but I do sometimes wonder if I'm accurately expressing that while I have all of these thoughts or what could be seen as criticisms, I am having a good time.

#love in the air japan #Mame BL #Koi no Yokan #Arashi/Rain #Fuma/Kai #HallieSMeta

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thisdorkyblogthing · 10 months ago

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A HS AU Genderbent Thorki Concept:

I just need to get it out of my head ok

Thor:

is so Very Very Tall, like, only 4 boys in the school are even eye level with her. that kind of Tall

and she plays like, 8 sports, and she excels at most of them

unsurprisingly, she is Stacked and Jacked

she strikes fear and horniness in the hearts of teenage boys (and quite a few girls too)

at least 15 years have been shaved off Odin's life from having to deal with all the grown-ass men hitting on his daughter since she was like, 11

another 12 came off when Frigga had to have a sit down conversation about making a Bra Budget when she was ~13 and her boobs showed no signs of stopping

('how much could a bra cost? 20 bucks?' 'oh, sweetheart, I wish.')

spends 90% of the time in leggings, t-shirts and usually her varsity jacket, but will get in the mood at random times to dress up a bit and people go a bit crazy about it

she's a good enough student but she's got some marks on her record bc she's a bit of hothead and not interested in taking anyone's shit

like, the week long suspension she got when she dinged a guy in the shoulder with a softball for being a douche to her friend (he's lucky there were no bats around, she's better with those) and the one time she backhanded a guy who "fell" conveniently right into her boobs, and calling that teacher she hates "a dumb little bitch"

coincidentally, she meets Loki in detention!

and coincidentally, Thor's type is scrappy gender gremiln, whatever that means

Loki:

scrappy gender gremlin

like, ok, she/her, but also ????????

has that choppy af, DIY kitchen scissors haircut that she impulsively gave herself on a tuesday night at 3am bc the shoulder length mop she had going on just wasn't doing it for her

she's also done some bathroom bleach and color jobs that she's fucked up immensely so now she's back to having black hair but now it's crispy

and messy, smudgy black eyeliner all the time, baby!!

98% of her wardrobe is made up of t-shirts she's stolen from her brothers and baggy jeans

is a theater kid, but not by choice, she just got kinda absorbed by them

is an exceptionally good student (despite staying up til 3am most nights) and is generally considered a delight by her teachers

except for the one she called a 'braindead motherfucker' which, in her defense, he kinda is

it's also why she was in detention to meet Thor

Loki was all nervous and skittish bc it's her first time in detention and lil miss Thora just waltzes in and plops down in the desk beside her, pissed bc she has to miss practice

and Loki knows of Thor and has, of course, seen her (she's hard to miss) but their social circles don't overlap so it's the first time she's getting an up close look at her and *gulp*

why does she suddenly want to be put in a headlock???? in a sexual way????????

she can't stop staring bc Wow, So Pretty and Thor looks over and gives Loki a really thorough once over that makes Loki's toes tingle

they start talking (and getting shushed) and as it turns out they're both in detention for shit talking the same teacher!

#thorki #but make it 🌸girlish🌸#lemme tell ya Odin regains like 3 yrs when she brings Loki over just bc he doesn't have to worry about her getting pregnant #I just had to get this out of my brain #don't mind meeeeeee

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suffarustuffaru · 2 years ago

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Louanna for the ask meme

HAH omg louanna….. yall got me pegged…. its all over once i post that louanna and heinkel fic man all my louanna hcs are in there.

Sexuality Headcanon: HEAR ME OUT but she seems like an unbothered queen to me. no labels she falls for whoever she falls for. except for moronsexual. thats why she fell for heinkel.

A ship I have with said character: heinkel/louanna of course!!! i think you gotta be at least a little insane and have lots of love in your heart to marry into the ASTREA family of all families. like theres so many other people out there and she MARRIES into the baggage filled house thats the astrea family??? she mustve been Something alright. thats dedication to heinkel right there.

A BROTP I have with said character: hmmm…. i always wonder how theresia and louanna interactions could be like. like theyre their respective husbands Only emotional support. they seem to be the ones keeping strong for everyone more Emotionally u know? louanna def doesnt seem like a fighter physically. and also heinkel and wilhelm are both STUPIDLY emotionally constipated and have their weird little dynamic with each other, so theresia and louanna bonding time it is?? T^T

ok also louanna meeting felt would be funny. i just like the idea of louanna being amused about felt and her Loud personality…. that and felt wants to take down the government thats been breathing down the astreas’ necks. louanna was the closest person to heinkel so im sure she knows about All his insecurities. so im sure she can get behind felt. that, and heinkel is a similar kind of Loud and Passionate and Honest so im sure louannas probably fond of those types. and felt is a good friend to reinhard!!!! felt can get the louanna stamp of approval!!

A NOTP I have with said character: anyone other than heinkel :(((( do not separate them!!!!!! she needs to wake up from her coma :((((((

A random headcanon: she tops. look at heinkel really quick bc like does that look like a man who ISNT topped by his wife??

ive been thinking about what kind of person she couldve been!! like what was her personality like??? i was thinking about it and i was like she Had to have been a complement to heinkel… bc heinkels like. once upon a time in lugunica describes him as honest and naive to the core—he used to be hard working and earnest you know? but hes also always been reckless and emotional i think, so i think louanna has more of a calmer personality to balance each other. EXCEPT i also think louanna was more intelligent than heinkel!! you cannot tell me that having wilhelm as your dad makes you very emotionally intelligent wkdnd so yes. smart louanna all the way. perhaps with a bit of a silver tongue… but i also like to hc she and heinkel had a lot of mischief and banter together!! she had to have added Some sort of levity in his life. i like to parallel her with felt bc its like. astrea men (heinkel and reinhard) and their emotional support adventurous blondes!!! so yes i hc that louanna was definitely more confident than heinkel, and also bold in her own ways—you know, to match him and also because he is Literally a nervous wreck all the time. i think theyd be the only people they can really let their guard down around and finally let go of like—pretense. they were a young married couple with a kid too—like around 18-19?? so i feel like with each other they could ALSO still be the young adults they are instead of being so uptight and trying to follow all these expectations all the time. or at least, thats what i think about how their relationship was. he clearly loved her a lot, so she definitely loved him back too.

that, and… well she probably got Nerfed by her coma because if she was still awake, stuff with heinkel and reinhard probably wouldnt have gotten This bad. hence why i think louanna was a pretty capable person with her own strengths. and i think shes capable of being Angry like her husband, but while he burns hot, her anger would be Cold imo.

General Opinion over said character:

louanna seems like she was probably a very sweet person, and i Definitely want her to be at least a little unhinged. and i ALSO JUST WANT MORE CONTENT OF HER TAPPEI…. PLEASE. WE DONT EVEN KNOW HER PERSONALITY……

and ALSO the fact that shes in a coma and Not Dead makes her a ticking time bomb…. shes gonna wake up someday. and i am Excited and Horrified for the absolute shit storm thats gonna happen when she wakes up and twenty years have passed and her husband and son and their whole family are an Absolute Mess.

#ask #re:zero #louanna astrea #AA TY FOR THE ASK ANON THIS POST TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT 😭😭

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gameclam · 2 years ago

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Barmey and Mind's relationship headcanons 👀👀 (same guy sorry)

thisll be a mix of their relationship + past relationships

Freemind's will mention Eddie, bc of this i will say my Eddie =/= Eddie's mind Eddie, idk shit abt that one, my Eddie is based entirely off of the stories Fm told in his canon story. (just so ppl dont get confused or something)

Barmey's relationships;

He tends to date people he met online in mmo's, most of the time he doesn't actually have a thing for them tho bc he didnt know he was gay for far too long

he's still friends with his old GF from high school, they broke up in college bc he felt like they were better friends, she was an exchange student and was the most popular girl in school. If he told you this you would probably not believe him.

Thought relationships were supposed to be awkward for the entire relationship

Never realizes anyone is flirting with him, if he does notice anything he thinks they're joking

had less relationships in elementary -> high school (until he met his gf) bc he was one of the only trans guys in the entire shitty Arizona town no one wanted to date him. and if they did he wouldn't have even noticed tbh

The only time he started REALLY questioning his sexuality was when he met Freemind in college but just assumed that he just thought he was really cool

Now that they're dating he finally realizes why people want to kiss and stuff. he thought ppl just over hyped relationship stuff

you might be surprised but he's the top in this relationship

Will literally jump to tell anyone everything abt his boyfriend even if it's what everyone sees as 100 red flag stories in a row

Very easy to make jealous but he tries to not be weird about it most of the time

literally trapped in the honey moon phase for the rest of their lives

once as a romantic gesture he made an entire rube goldberg machine throughout their entire apartment that ended with a box of banana laffy taffy dropping onto Freemind's bed. literally Freemind will bring this up to everyone

desperately tries to win prizes for his bf at fairs or amusement parks but always fails. he fucking sucks at them bc he gets nervous. If absolutely no one is looking at him he would get a perfect score

he is a little bit better at showing his affection than Freemind is

He's not had many bad relationships or anything, mostly bc he doesn't often go on dates with people. (dating regularly bothered him bc to cut time out of his schedule)

When he has tried dating Often people think he's kind of cringy or annoying bc of his very specific interests so they never clicked.

Freemind's Relationships;

Freemind has not so good luck with people, his past relationships never lasted that long for one reason or another.

He tends to be very bad at figuring out when people are into him or completely hate him. He often reads it completely wrong (Someone who doesn't like him = they want him, someone who obviously wants him = wants to kill him)

Similar to Barmey he didn't have much dating luck as a young guy bc he was trans + an actual lunatic. Plus he looked like a nerd for most of his years until he started his punk phase when he was 15. His town wasn't as small as Barmey's so they didnt know anyone (he lives in a town CLOSE but not IN Seattle in most of my headcanons. I have no reason why this is different. sometimes he does live there tho depends on the day for me)

Despite talking a big game he has a lot of trouble flirting with girls first bc they scare him, bc of this he tends to only get flirty when they flirt with him first bc he's too intimidated to actually do anything

he has gotten pepper sprayed before, not for anything serious he just has absolutely 0 luck. Once it was because his ex gf was mad that he made a pipe bomb in her garage and once it's bc some stranger mistook him for someone else when he went to talk to her. He was also tazed once but that was bc he lost a bet with his gf at the time

He dated ONE normal person exactly one time and it was the weirdest relationship he'd ever been in. He would literally rather date someone who slashes his tires bc he forgot their birthday over someone who's favorite hobby is going on hikes. Never again

Tends to prefer flings over actual relationships

made out with like 50 different dudes in college and still didn't realize he was bisexual until he was living in New Mexico (this depends on the au i'm thinking of bc sometimes he been knew and sometimes he doesn't) He thought this was just normal college shenanigans

He also gets jealous like Barmey does. They are mutually jealous ppl when it comes to eachother.

Eddie is his drug deal and best friend from high school, depending on universe he slept with him or fooled around w/ him at least once. But they have no romantic feelings for each other, just mutual attraction.

Freemind tends to date girls who want to burn down peoples houses and crash cars. Sometimes this is fine sometimes it isn't. He prefers punks + goth/emo + weird girls, he prefers fatter girls who are tall but any height and body type he can find attractive.

As for men, he prefers guys who are dumb as a bag of rocks and infuriating OR absolutely batshit crazy or both. He tends to prefer Fatter tall men. but any height and body type he can find attractive.

Was that guy who refused to say "I love you" in like every single relationship he was ever in, his relationships were often mutually unhealthy.

However there was the rare moment where he would become absolutely infatuated with someone bc they were perceived 'better' by his mental illness. If they broke up he would either immediately hate them or spiral into thinking he's the worst person alive. This happened once while he was dating a girl who cheated on him, after their breakup he spiraled.

Now that he's dating Barmey he has to learn how to love and be affectionate like a most people. The best way for him to do this is to randomly gift Barmey things that he knows he likes. (like a "Look i thought about and remember the thing you like.")

He does a lot of cooking specifically for Barmey bc although he doesn't like cooking that much he's good at it and it's better than the garbage Barmey eats nearly daily . This is another sign of affection bc usually he wouldn't care.

^ in the same vein, another form/proof of love is that Barmey can be in the kitchen while he cooks, which is crazy bc usually Freemind absolutely despises when people are in the kitchen with him when he cooks bc it overwhelms him. But not Barmey :)

Is not normal about asking for cuddle time he will enter the room and just stare at Barmey until he notices him or sit very very close to him until Barmey initiates like a damn cat. Luckily Barmey usually does.

He WILL however initiate holding his hands constantly. it's one of his favorite forms of affection when they're outside together. He also likes putting his arm around him while walking.

Freemind parades Barmey around like Barmey is his trophy husband. He would actually attack you if you said anything rude to Barmey right in front of him.

#pile of bones #freemind #barmey #headcanons #long post

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uh-niran-really · 2 months ago

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👀I'm back once again..

👐 I request a spicy fic of fem reader x precious boy niran please!

👁️👁️ One where theyre still back at the academy ( theyre alr together )

And lets pretend their classrooms had desks fit for 2 people and the front part is covered- so that means you cant see anything from their waist below- if that makes sense-

But basically, Niran has been teasing (not sexually) the reader the entire day by being extraaa flirty with satya, trying to get a reaction out of the reader, reader gets jealous which is exactly what he wanted (bc he thinks its cute) but reader thinks of another way to get him back

👀so during class reader kneels down under the desk and unzips his uniform, making Niran flustered and embarrassed asf, reader teasing his cock by licking and kissing it

Then suddenly the professor calls on Niran, making him jolt, the professor then asks him a hard question which niran thought was really unlucky because that led him to take a longer time answering

Hes stuttering and trying to be quiet or atleast muffle his small moans by covering his mouth and acting like he has a cough

But in between answers he pauses and grips his table, his breath shaky as the reader took his whole dick in her mouth and giving him a blowjob 😈🙏

Tldr shaking and stuttering niran while reader gives him risky head

When he cums in her mouth he lets out a small, breathy...and lengthyyyy moan, putting his head down on the table

And then poor satya tries to comfort him but he shakes her off, asking her not to get closer in fear that she'll hear the succkingggg going on down there-

Which only makes satya more nervous and fidgety bc niran NEVER refuses any comfort coming from her

(.. woosh transition bc idk what else to put)

After the class, everyone leaves, satya yet again is worried asf bc niran isnt leaving yet, he makes up an excuse of having to finish up a homework before moving classes

When satya leaves and the room is empty niran forces reader up on the desk, he proceeds to eat her out till his face is sopping wet from her fluids and teases the shit out of her when it gets in his hair, also i like to think he makes her cum much much more times as punishment and also likes pleasuring her till shes crying out his name 🫡

THATS ALL 😇🫶 THIS TIME LESS ANGST.. EXCEPT FOR THE JEALOUS PART AND SAD SATYA😭🙏 THEY MAKE IT UP TO HER WITH A MOVIE NIGHT TRUST ME 😭🫶

(sorry for the 1000th request in the span of a few days..)

Fem Reader x Lifeweaver - Classroom Antics

Content: NSFW - Oral sex, minor fluffy bonus, Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: Oh gosh so sorry for the wait on this one dear! I’ve been sick as you know and writing NSFW whilst ill was a bit of a challenge. Hopefully this one sounds okay and you enjoy it! Also I included some Bonus Fluff at the end for you <3 We love happy Satya!! Again, so sorry for the wait!!

Oh he really did know how to get you riled up. Your boyfriend, the ever mischievous Niran Pruksamanee, was teasing you. Again. He so loved when you got jealous, he just thought you were the cutest thing. But often he loved the affection that followed the feeling, the desperate kisses and greedy hands over his body.

Today he found a new way to tease you. Satya. Poor Satya was caught in the cross fire for this one, which made it all the more delightful for Niran. He denied any and all forms of affection from you today, opting instead to give it all to Satya. You wanted a hug? Too bad, Satya got it. You wanted a kiss, so sorry but Satya gets a forehead kiss or a kiss on the back of her hand. A compliment? Straight to Satya.

Currently Niran was hugging Satya’s waist from behind grinning at you with a knowing smile. Satya was… less than pleased by the whole thing. In fact she had asked him several times to please stop involving her in his pathetic teasing of you.

“Niran..”

“Ohh but Satyaaaaa! I’m so full of affection today!! Five more minuets!”

“You have a girlfriend Niran.” She spoke in an irritated tone.

“Oh I know, but she’s not getting my affection today.”

You knew that this was all fun and games to him and that he really did love you. If you were to be genuinely hurt he would stop the whole thing, of course. You couldn’t help but play right into his hand though with the longing looks and the lip biting. Almost every time he noticed those looks he would grin. You were starting to get a little jealous, wishing he would at least touch you. The way he held Satya so innocently was enough to send your mind spilling. He hadn’t so much as held your hand today. What you wouldn’t give for that.

“Jealous petal?” He pouted softly, already knowing you were.

“No!” You pouted, watching him hug her waist tighter, Satya frowning ever harder than before.

It was time for class and Niran attempted to sit next to Satya at the shared desk. She often liked to sit at the back where it was way less crowded and no one behind her. It was a habit you and Niran picked up by extension. Poor Satya had honestly had enough by this point thought and scowled at him when he attempted to sit down with her.

“Niran! I love you, really I do, but would you please just let me have the hour to myself!” Her voice was calm yet commanding. “I’m all out of patience for this sort of thing right now, you’ve been doing this ALL DAY. Even if I did have the patience, Y/N looks rather uncomfortable. I assume it’s your doing?”

Niran shrugged and decided that enough was enough and he was done teasing you, all too happy now to sit next to you. As for you, you had been coming up with ways to get back at him for what he did today. One such way playing on your mind.

Class begun and you start off by ‘innocently’ placing your hand on Niran’s knee. He smiles at you thinking it was a sweet gesture, which it would be, usually. Slowly over the course of about 10 minuets you start to move your hand up his leg, finally resting it on his upper inner thigh. You knew it didn’t take much to set Niran off and you could already tell he was feeling a little hot and heavy.

“We’re in class my love.” He whispered. It was so unlike you to pull this type of thing outside of the dorms.

You give him a mischievous smirk before slowly dropping to your knees and sliding over to his side of the desk. Luckily for you, the fronts and sides of the desk were covered, making this the perfect revenge. Niran gasped as he felt his pants being unzipped and starts to get flustered.

“Sweetness what are you- Mmmfp!” He covered his mouth in time to catch his soft moan. You wasted no time teasing his cock. Why would you? You were going to enjoy this for all it was worth. He teased you so much today that this was sweet revenge.

Your lips felt so soft against him it was enough to make him harder than he already was from all the teasing you did. He tried his best to remain composed as he felt your warm tongue lick from the base to his tip, planting a soft kiss where you stopped. You continued to toy with him and tease him for a few more minuets sending him wild. It wasn’t enough to have him even remotely close to cumming, but was more than enough to have his mind on you.

“Mr Pruksamanee, why don’t you answer this next question?”

The professor had called on him making Niran jolt suddenly. This mind was frazzled and he could barely think straight. You continued to toy with your poor boyfriend, loving how flustered he was. The question was particularly difficult but Niran usually wouldn’t have much trouble formulating a response.

“I- uhhhh.. mmmm! I-“ He covered his mouth to let out a small moan, disguising it as a cough, before trying his hardest to focus on the question written on the board.

“The anSWER.. ohh.. the answer is…”

He grips the top of the desk, knuckles turning white, as he desperately tries not to moan again. You were being particularly teasing with him in this moment and it had him so on edge. Satya looks over and sees how hard he’s struggling, wondering what was wrong. Still she said nothing. Niran’s eyes widen as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and slowly start to take his full length.

“Yes Mr Pruksamanee?”

“Hard… mmmmpffhhh.. Hard light… is… has… oh god..”

The blow job you were giving him felt so good. It’s all his mind could focus on right now. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment picturing you below him and how cute you must look with his cock in your pretty little mouth.

“Uhhh… multip- mul- mmmmmm!”

“Hard light has multiple properties that make it an excellent tool for almost any application. The user simply has to understand the intricate vertices of the object they wish to create before bending and shaping the light how they wish.”

“Very good, Miss Vashwani.”

Satya looked over at Niran highly concerned yet still said nothing. It was a hard question to answer but one Niran was more than capable of answering. He was bright red in the face and whimpering like a sad puppy.

Niran hardly cared what was going on now Satya had answered, he was loving the way you sucked his cock so lovingly. You felt so good wrapped around him like that. He bit his lip softly to hide his soft breathy moans, and husky pleas for more. Being the good girlfriend you were, you spot the signs of his impending orgasm and deep throat him as he cums inside your mouth.

“Chaiiiiiiiii!” His moan was breathy and lengthy as he rested his head on the desk. His mind was in running wild with thoughts of you shallowing his load, something you often did. You did shallow his load, but you weren’t done, oh no. Instead you continued to tease him, wanting to keep this little game going.

Satya was really concerned for her best friend now. He had been acting weird all class and she wanted to know if he was okay.

“Niran..? Are.. are you alright?”

You continued to suck his cock softly, keeping him flustered. Part of you wanted to see how he reacted to her. Would he whimper or keep his cool?

“Y-yes.”

She began to reach over to try and comfort him, wanting him to be okay. She started to feel a little bad for complaining at him earlier.

“Can I hel-“

“No!!”

She stops moving immediately, her hand recoiling at the sudden loud noise. A few people turn around and stare too, before shrugging and continuing to listen to the class. Niran stares at her equally as shocked, not meaning to shout at her like he did, he just didn’t want her to hear the salacious sounds of you sucking him off.

“Sor-sorry..” She squeak.

She begins to stim making Niran feel worse, thought it’s quickly replaced with the pleasure you continue to give him. You almost rewarding him for keeping this a secret, though you did feel bad for Satya, making a mental note to apologise to her later.

Satya’s mind was frazzled, so concerned for Niran that she hardly realised you weren’t beside him. She kept thinking about the way he shooed her away, when he typically craved comfort. She too made a mental note to try and be extra comforting later when he was feeling a little better.

Niran was making mental notes too. He too was going to make it up to Satya later, still feeling pang of guilt. But most of all, he was fantasising all the things he was going to do to you once he could. His top priority was to have you moaning his name. You continued to play with his cock until the end of class where everyone started to get up and leave, save for poor Satya, whose mind was in bits with worry.

“N-Niran.., it’s time to go..”

“You go on without me dearest, I’m going to stay and do some homework.”

“But you never do your homework..”

“Time I started getting around to that. Y/N will be joining me soon, so we’ll see you later okay?”

She nodded but lingered for a minuet or two not sure what to do in this situation she was worried she had upset him. He offered her a smile and promised that things were fine and that he would chat with her later. With a soft nod of her head she left, turning back once more to check on him as she left the classroom.

“Up.” Niran commanded, his voice husky and lustful.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he pushed back his chair and forced you up and onto the desk in front of him.

“Oh wãan-jai you have no idea what you’ve started do you? No idea.”

“You started it Niri.” You giggle softly at him.

“And I’m finishing it.”

His lips were on yours briefly before taking his seat again, lifting up your skirt and slotting his fingers in the waist band of your underwear, pulling them down with an agonising slowness. He watched as you squirmed a little, mostly out of anticipation.

“Aww Kon Dii, you’re all wet for me, that’s adorable. You want me that badly?”

You nod your head as he lowers his to kiss your inner thighs. He starts off slow and teasing before eventually picking a sweet spot and sucking on it softly, forming a love bite. Niran loved leaving those in intimate places. To everyone else you appeared pristine and untouched, but he knew the truth, you were well and truly his.

“Such pretty skin you have darling.”

Niran was good with his mouth, and not just with words. He knew what to do to have you crying out his name, followed by a string of curse words. The way he flicked his tongue across your clit had you eliciting a gentle cry from your lips. He often loved the vocal feedback you gave him. He loved to know he pleased you in every way possible. Soon he had you gushing from his tongue, a small smirk plastered across his lips, holding you down not wanting you to wiggle away from his grasp. He wouldn’t let you go, not now, not when he had you so worked up. He continued to eat you out through your orgasm, laughing softly at your pleas and cries for him to give you a break, your poor legs shaking from the sheer pleasure.

“When have you ever known me to just give you just one orgasm gardenia?”

Your soft moans and pleas were like music to his ears. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop until he was satisfied. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together but what good were his muscles if he couldn’t keep your legs apart. He loved how sensitive you were, so vulnerable, so cute.

“Niri!!” You shrieked already feeling another orgasm building, still highly sensitive from the last one.

He looked up at you with hungry eyes, mouth never ceasing to move away from his delightfully sweet dessert, an eye brow raised challenging you. The look he gave you was enough to have you cumming again, much to Niran’s enjoyment.

“Ohh sweetie, it’s all in my hair.” He teased softly. “I just washed it, looks like you’ll have to help me wash it later hmm?”

Shower sex was another of his man’s favourite things to do, you were convinced he would do anything with you though, as long as you were comfortable with it. Anything to please you, his most treasured girl. He hardly gave you chance to come down from this high either, continuing to lick and flick his tongue over your abused clit. He had decided that this wasn’t enough however and he needed to punish you further. He was sure one finger dipping inside you would be enough to send you over the edge but you were such a naughty girl he decided to double that, thrusting two fingers inside you with no warning.

“Niran!!”

“Yeah that’s it Cutiepie, call my name.”

He was relentless, loving every minuet of the pleasure he gave you. You were sure a good girl for him most of the time, but he loved when you were bad too. He continued his assault, closing his eyes as if he were in heaven, because to him he was. Pleasuring you was akin to pleasing himself. You were his priority.

“Close Kon Dii?”

He didn’t even have to look at you to know. The way you whimpered for him was all he needed to hear. Soft little mews and sweet little “uhh” were like music go his ears. Though he especially loved when you lost your mind to the undeniable pleasure. Forgetting where you were, you let out a guttural cry as he had you cumming a final time, smirking in delight.

“That’s my girl, so lovely.”

Finally he let you come down from your high, your senses had been stress tested to the max and overstimulation was surprisingly enjoyable for you, to which he made a mental note to do it again. His face was glistening, yet he looked so handsome. You couldn’t help but hug him, feeling emotional after all the stimulation he gave you.

“Was I too rough on you, petal?

“No, I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.”

——💎——

Bonus:

Back at the dorm, the two of you had decided to be extra affectionate with Satya that evening. She had come home from the library to kisses and cuddles from her two best friends. She flustered wondering what was going on before being dragged to the sofa for a movie night, Niran hugging her on her left and you on her right.

“Sorry for worrying you Satya dearest. I’m fine, I can assure you there is nothing to worry about!” He winked at you, Satya most certainly seeing, but most likely not caring or understanding.

“I’m sorry too Satya! He can be such a pain sometimes can’t he?”

She teared up, feeling so happy to have two wonderful best fiends in her life. She wondered why you were both showing her with love but for once, she didn’t mind! She was just happy that Niran wasn’t mad with her or flustered anymore.

“Y-yes. He can.” She nodded, hands resisting the urge to stim from joy. She didn’t want to worry you both.

“Thank you..” She squeaked, snuggling back with both of you, eyes fixed on the TV but mind racing with happy memories of the three of you, together.

Operation make Satya happy, was a success!

#lifeweaver #overwatch #fanfic #niran pruksamanee #overwatch niran #fluff #satya vaswani #x reader #overwatchnsfw

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goober-official · 8 months ago

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A quick story about a memory I had a bit ago. This memory sparked cause I’ve been thinking a lot about my sexuality and kinda realizing I think I’m a lesbian, which is crazy when I’ve been with so many men, I know that the idea of spending my life with a man actually makes me so fucking sad and it’s heartbreaking to know how much time I wasted other people’s time and feeling I hurt bc I couldn’t figure my shit out none the less the memory….

I was in 6th grade about 10/11 and after class everyday we’d all have to wait in the cafeteria for buses I can’t remember why but I remember meeting her there for the first time, she was in 8th grade, she had long black hair and she was so emo, I can faintly imagine her, I had completely forgotten her until today, I don’t know her name but I remember her having to move in the middle of the year I think, I just know I never saw her after that and eventually I forgot about her completely. Still for a few months I would see her after or before class and talk a bit with her she was shy and a little mean I would watch how she would write her poems and how she held herself, I remember basically drooling over this girl. She was a bit older and I didn’t even think about being gay or anything (I had some experiences in the past that make it p obvious but growing up Christian had kinda beaten the idea out of me) I never really realized how much I wanted to impress her and get to know her until year after.

There was one day, the last memory I have of her really, this is all so blurry like I said I hadn’t thought of it over 10 years. So this girl let’s call her violet, she was walking to the bus and I see her, she’s kind of avoiding me.

“Violet! Wait up”

She turns around

“What?” I can tell she’s upset almost like she could cry any moment, I want to help her

“ what’s wrong?”

“You don’t wanna know” it seemed like she wanted to tell me but was angry and defensive

“That’s not true, you know I would never judge you”

“Okay fine I’ll just write it though okay?” Violet opens her notebook and starts scribbling

“Okay..” she hands me the book

“Oh I mean…. That makes sense haha”

I stare at the words “I’m a lesbian” under that is a very beautiful drawing of two girls kissing

My stomach was fluttering, I was nervous and excited, *was this a confession to me?*

I truly didn’t have an issue with queer people I had so many queer friends(how was that not a sign to me sooner)

I don’t think she realized this because she stormed off after that and I don’t remember seeing her again much after that.

It took me until well now to realize what those feelings were but still the only reason I didn’t recognize them is because in my mind and in my life I was taught that I cannot be that that I would literally go to hell for being queer that I would go to hell for supporting queer people.

I’m still unlearning in some ways but I’m definitely glad that I can feel more open and be more myself than little me could :)

#gay love #short story

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daturanerium · 3 years ago

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read the caleb comic. here are my non-spoiler thoughts

#description added #found out ive been spelling her last name wrong. embarassing. horrific. sorry to the queen #other than that tho im actually pretty happy with how she was written #i was really nervous they were going to over sexualize her bc she’s the only girl of the group #but they didn’t! which is a big fucking relief #cr spoilers #idk what the tag is for this??? what are u all using???#blumentrio #blumenkrew #god it’s been a HOT minute since I’ve used those tags #EDIT NOOOOO I THOUGHT I CROPPED OUT THE PAUS E UNPAUSE THING FUCK

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adorerdraco · 4 years ago

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Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard.

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you.

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you.

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture.

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms.

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table.

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all.

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time.

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully.

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes.

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs.

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

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hi hi hi lumi im here!! i saw the last answer u did for my last ask and ive been meaning to respond but i've just had no time and been a bit stressed so it took me a bit, and im sorry abt that, but im here now!!

nahyo really is just a couple of possessive codependent losers and yknow what i think they're perfect like that. and so does jeongyeon apparently lksjfklsd

no but i can totally see jeongyeon loving what nahyo have but also being nervous to intrude, especially with how her and jihyo started off on the wrong foot but watching nayeon give jihyo her little lesson abt jealousy definitely helps improve it

awwww for nayeon it goes: bff jeongyeon to roommate/crush of my dog jeongyeon to girlfriend #2 jeongyeon that's actually adorable

all the jealousy is def gonna lead to some MAD sexual tension on all sides i think that's perfect

and there we have it that's 3mix yall!!

-🐶 (im really tired rn so sorry if this isnt as extensive as some of my other asks but i promise im seeing them and appreciating them!! <33)

oh things will get steamy between jeonghyo for sure! but right now all i can think about is fluff... and about being busy it's just like i've said before, don't worry about it, take your time and take care of yourself anonie!!

took a bit longer to answer this bc now that i'm free from college i've been resting (and by resting i mean playing too much genshin impact)... yes i am ashamed.

but here's a little jeonghyo thingy in puppy!hyo au 🤍 late thanksgiving hc i guess!

jihyo has been trying hard to like jeongyeon.

jeongyeon's loud laugh still scares her, but she was sure she'd get used to it just like she did with nayeon's. jihyo's ears are sensitive, but she still finds it the cutest thing when nayeon laughs loudly, and punches her shoulder, so maybe jihyo could accept jeongyeon being loud that as well. after promising to nayeon, jihyo really started to try and accept jeongyeon as a whole.

the thing is that nayeon was never a nuisance, and jihyo never had to learn how to like her. even when she was still getting used to living with nayeon, jihyo has never felt bothered by nayeon's unique personality, always head over heels for her. sana and momo, nayeon's friends, never scared her either, so jihyo didn't know why jeongyeon triggered her that much. apart from her being jealous of jeongyeon with her owner, that is.

after weeks trying to accept jeongyeon's presence, jihyo would still go after nayeon when her owner had to answer the door. jihyo could sense jeongyeon's presence from afar, and she had to check her scent each time, so that she knew there was no threat and jeongyeon could go inside their home with her approval.

"are you going to do this every time?" jeongyeon asks jokingly, not moving an inch while jihyo reached closer, sniffing her clothes.

jihyo moves away, happy with her little research. jeongyeon still smelled like jeongyeon. nothing different, which meant there were no threats that jihyo could sense or other people's scents in her. jeongyeon's scent was strong and present, one of the best jihyo had ever found in a human. nayeon's was still better, sweet and acidic just the right amount. too bad that jihyo and mina were the only ones with a sense of smell sharp enough to notice those things.

"she likes it." nayeon comments, pointing at jihyo's wagging tail. jihyo quickly tries to prevent her own body from exposing her feelings, but the attempt is useless. "what did you bring for us?"

"pumpkin pie for your sweet puppy," jeongyeon says, charming. jihyo looks at nayeon and pouts. jeongyeon was cheesy and only nayeon could call her puppy. maybe sana too, but it always made jihyo flustered and nayeon didn't like it one bit.

"don't say that. 'puppy'. that's for me only." nayeon pats jeongyeon's shoulder. "let's get inside, sana and momo are here already."

jeongyeon frowns but accepts nayeon's request. jihyo moves to sit on sana's lap, a bit bored after playing with mina and momo the entire evening and not being able to put together the lego figure that was supposed to be formed once all of the pieces were in place.

"hey there, cutie," sana coos at jihyo, allowing the puppy to rest on her lap. jihyo could be clingy, and that's when she was the most adorable. at least that's what sana always thought. unlike mina, who could be very picky at times, jihyo was always up for a good cuddle.

nayeon was setting the dining table by the time jeongyeon came from the kitchen. for jeongyeon's luck, sana gets called by mina to help her and momo with the legos, and jihyo no longer has her warm lap to sit on. instead of waiting for nayeon, jihyo looks at the only lap available, and it happens to be jeongyeon's.

"'m going to sit here." jihyo states rather than asking. jeongyeon is taken aback, but she certainly doesn't refuse jihyo's approach, letting nayeon's puppy sit on her lap. "you're warmer than sana," jihyo mutters, her head falling back against jeongyeon's shoulder, body relaxing.

it is certainly a surprise for nayeon when she goes into the living room and finds jihyo sleeping on her best friend's lap, ears twitching and tail swishing softly, as if she's dreaming. she looks at them fondly for minutes and almost forgets to call them for dinner.

#🐶 anon #nayeon #jeongyeon #jihyo #3mix #nahyo #2yeon #jeonghyo #puppy!hyo #fill #...kinda

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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Insecure

Summary: Spencer and Reader are both a little uncomfortable with the idea of having sex

A/N: I firmly believe that dry humping shouldn’t just be for horny teens <3

Pairing: Virgin!Spencer Reid x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, grinding, dry humping, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 1.9k

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“I may have asked you this before but I’m not actually too sure if I just thought about it or if I actually sent it so I’ll resend to be safe (I have Dory’s memory I promise I’m not trying to be pushy) But could you write a blurb about riding sub!spencer’s thigh bc he’s not sure if he’s ready to lose his virginity and he gets so worked up he cums in his underwear (idk if you’re comfortable with that so please ignore this if you aren’t no pressure at all just lots of love) xx

Hi Ellie! I'm a new anon to your blog and I have a blurb request about the grinding on spencer gif you recently reposted. Maybe y/n and spencer are "in the mood" but y/n has never done "it" before but she still wants to get spencer and herself off so they dry hump in their underwear because that's as far as she's comfortable with going. I'm sorry if this is worded weird I've never requested smut before. Also can I please be the 💜 anon?”

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It wasn’t like they’d done nothing. But there was something about sex that felt like such a bold step. He knew she was inexperienced too, which sort of helped ease his nerves whenever he thought about it for too long. He just hoped that the whole thing freaked her out as much as it freaked him out really, but he still just found himself a little too shy to say anything about it. Instead opting for awkward and abrupt ends to make-out sessions, or cuddles, or dates, for fear that it would spiral into something he wasn’t exactly ready for.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to. In some paradoxical way it still turned him on, and whenever he’d leave and make a break for the bathroom in the middle of a make-out session on his couch he’d more often than not find himself with his hand around his cock, pumping himself to the thought of her. He wasn’t sure what was so intimidating about it to be honest.

But she never seemed to say anything about it, so he sort of thought he might be in the clear about the whole thing. Even though deep down he knew that’s not how relationships or communication worked. So he’s both surprised and unsurprised when he shows up at her front door with take out and she’s wearing a robe with what looks like little else underneath. A far cry from her usual comfy clothes that he’d grown so fond of.

“Hey Spence” she says with a nervous smile, and he just stands there dumbfounded, staring at her like he’s never seen her before.

“Oh— I— um, hi!” he mumbles out, forcing himself back to reality as she steps aside to let him into her apartment. “I brought food” he says, leaving it down on the coffee table and all of a sudden having no idea what he’s supposed to do with his hands.

“Spence, I wanted to talk to you about something” she says, looking almost as nervous as he does, bracing herself as she sits down on the couch and beckons him to sit beside her.

“What is it?” he gulps down the lump in his throat before he speaks, preparing himself for the conversation he’s been dreading.

“I don’t really know how to phrase this but, um, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet” she blurts out, her arms crossing over her chest, defending and comforting herself as she speaks, her eyes looking anywhere but his.

“That’s alright” he smiles, reaching out a hand and placing it on the side of her face, gently tilting so that she has to look at him, “Me neither”

Saying it out loud feels like a huge weight has been lifted from his chest, he feels lighter than he ever thought possible as she looks in his eyes and they’re filled with a similar ease.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asks, hopeful, and he shakes his head.

“No, god no! I’ve been so worried that you were going to get annoyed, or impatient, or freaked out by me. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I wasn’t ready for that yet. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to… eventually, and I think you’re so pretty, just not, now.”

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that Spence” she lunges forward and pulls him into a tight hug, and his hands pull her in instinctively, spreading out against her back. As he feels the smooth satin beneath his fingertips he has a thought.

“If that’s what you wanted to tell me, then what’s this about?” he asks, pulling back so that he can cast his gaze over her robe again, lingering a little longer this time, letting his eyes trail along her bare legs that stretch out beneath it.

“I don’t know if this was a stupid plan or not. But I wanted to prove to you that I do still want to be with you. And just because I’m not comfortable with sex yet doesn’t mean I’m not comfortable doing other things with you?”

“Oh” his breath catches in his throat, maybe it’s nerves, or just anticipation but he can feel the heat rising in his face, “Like, um, like what… things?”

“You’re not allowed laugh” she says, taking her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and he smiles at her.

“Never”

“I know it’s a real ‘teenage’ activity but I thought we could both get off together if we dry humped?” his eyes go wide at her suggestion, because it’s perfect and he’s nodding before his lips can even think about forming words.

“Yes, yeah! That’s a great idea” and then she’s grinning at him and he’s grinning back before they’ve even really touched each other. “How do we start?”

She takes a moment to consider before speaking, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but maybe if you took off your clothes so we’re both in our underwear?”

“But you’re not—” before he can finish his sentence her hands have pulled at the tie keeping her robe together and it drapes open on either side, revealing the rest of her body clad in nothing but a white lingerie set. He has to force himself to start breathing again before he can do anything else. But once he does he’s standing up and making his way out of his clothes in an uncoordinated rush.

When he sits back down on the couch in only his boxers she wastes no time climbing into his lap, one leg either side of his thigh, her knee nestled in against his crotch. The pressure is immediate and he can’t stifle the moan that falls from his lips.

“Take this off baby” he moans, his hands coming up to push her robe off of her shoulders until she can shrug out of it, discarding it on the floor. “Fuck” he whispers at the unobstructed view, his hands ghosting along her sides with almost ticklish amounts of pressure.

While his hands are occupied and he's just a little distracted, she dives in to kiss him. Her lips a little rough against his from the excitement but he doesn’t seem to mind, opening his mouth in response to let her tongue in. They stay like that for a few moments, hands roaming over bare skin, tugging gently at hair, moaning against each others mouths.

It takes an embarrassingly little amount of time before they’re both desperate and aching, and she can’t help the way she grinds down against his thigh, resting her hands on either one of his shoulders for support.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asks when her lips break apart from his own to let out a gasp.

“Uh huh” she moans, her lips hanging open, soft and swollen from kissing his own.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” he whispers, tightening his grip on her waist and pulling her in tighter so that her knee is pressed up against his bulge, pushing closer with each soft rock of her hips.

“Fuck” he whimpers, his head falling backwards to land on the back of couch, giving in to the overwhelming sensation. If it was ever possible for something to feel too good, this was it, he cursed himself for knowing it wasn’t going to last long. And then she started to kiss his exposed throat and he knew he was fucked.

His hands began to dig in tighter against her waist, both guiding her movements and letting out some tension. “You’re gonna kill me” he forces out as she begins to gasp and moan between the soft kisses she leaves along his neck.

“Sorry, it just feels so good” she chuckles a little as he tries to bring his head back up so he can look at her, admire her. She was always so beautiful, but somehow even more so like this. With her hair just a little messy, her eyes full of lust, her face and chest lightly coated with sweat in a way that made her look like she was glowing. It was all so perfect that he couldn’t be more thankful for his memory in that moment.

“Are you close baby?” he asks and she can only nod, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she tries to move her hips with some sort of rhythm. So he decides to concentrate his efforts on her in an attempt to slow himself down.

Holding her still with his grip he starts to move his thigh, alternating between shaking it so that it vibrates, and pushing it up in a very harsh and deliberate grid against her now soaking wet panties.

“Oh fuck, Spencer!” she whimpers, trying to steadying herself against his shoulders without much success. “I’m so close—uh—”

“Cum for me baby” he soothes while keeping his movements forceful until she’s almost doubled over on top of him, collapsing against his chest with a loud and desperate moan of his name. And he can feel the soaking fabric against his thigh and the idea that he’s the one that’s responsible for it has him throbbing.

But he waits. he waits for her to regain her breath and sit back up from her resting position against his chest. But she’s way ahead of him, and he can feel a hand pressing up against the fabric of his boxers, squeezing gently, but it’s more than enough stimulation to have him squirming.

“Shit Spence, you’re so hard” she groans, sitting up finally so that she can look at his blush covered face and neck.

“It’s ‘cause of you” he manages to mumble out as her hand begins to move, squeezing and pressing against his bulge, spurred on by each desperate little whine.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” she asks, her other hand coming up to knot in his hair, tilting his face so that he’s looking up at her, just in time to nod. And then he’s cumming, warm and messy inside of his boxers. Something about the feeling against her hand has her almost good to go again.

Spencer’s eyes close as he turns a brighter shade of red, his mouth hanging open in a little ‘o’ shape as he comes down from his high. When he finally returns to Earth to find her still perched in his lap he can hardly believe any of what’s just happened is real.

“So that’s what I was missing out on in high school?” he chuckles, his hands coming back up to graze her sides softly again as she smiles down at him.

“We’ll make up for plenty of lost time together. And we can take as long as we need.” she leans in and presses her lips softly to his. And even though he still didn’t feel comfortable with sex, he knew he felt comfortable with her.

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend

Bakugou x wife!reader

Ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad

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A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!

Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric

Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something

Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad

Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all

But that’s a baby Bakugou

Bakugou with a teenager

oOf

Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things

His best friend

Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)

His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both

And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y’all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST

But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once

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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“

*SMACK* (thx Y/N)

“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”

Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s

“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”

Ah man, here we go

Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)

“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.

Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”

“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.

“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”

As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.

*SMACK*

“Ow.” Continues to stare

“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.

“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.

“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.

Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.

“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.

“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.

“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.

“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.

“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.

“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.

Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.

Katsuki was fuming.

“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.

‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.

“How old were you when you fucked mom?”

(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)

Pure and utter silence.

Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.

As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?

Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”

Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.

“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.

Katsuki saw red.

“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed

“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.

“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.

“So what am I?” Y/N asked.

“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.

“A mini you?”

“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”

“Dad.” Katsumi said.

Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.

“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.

“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.

“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.

Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.

“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.

Later

As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.

“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.

“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.

“Of?”

“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.

“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.

“I know that but-“

“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.

Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.

“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.

“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.

He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.

“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.

As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.

“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.

“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.

“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.

“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.

“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.

Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.

“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.

“Hey baby bear,”

“Yeah?”

“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.

“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.

Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.

A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!

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