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miniwheat77 · 9 months ago

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Crimson. (Graves x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, stepcest, unprotected sex, choking, alcohol, drinking, no minors! NOT EDITED

Phillip gets drunk and mistakes you for your mom.

You weren’t super close with your mom or her new husband, but you had no choice.

You were going to college and since your rent had gotten raised, you had no choice but to stay with them. It was only for a year, until you were finished with school. You knew it wouldn’t be forever.

The first few months were alright, it was awkward because of course Phillip would try to play dad. He was a little overbearing and irritating considering your mom wasn’t a super active parent anyways. So when he wanted to have family dinners and wanted movie nights with the three of you, it got weird. Nevertheless, you put up with it. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t your dad, that he didn’t have to try to do things your father never did. Sometimes when he was a little too harsh, your mom had to remind him that he wasn’t your dad and to take things easy because of how your dad had treated you before he left.

You noticed pretty quickly that something was up between your mom and him, and you figured out pretty quickly what was going on, that she was seeing someone else. You didn’t say anything to him because it’s not your business but even you’d caught her in lies about where she was going. She was gone on business trips all of the time, but her phone location never moved from the town you lived in. It was suspicious but he didn’t suspect anything, it wasn’t your business.

You only had a few months left and than you’d never have to deal with this again, you can do anything for a few months.

At least that’s what you try to tell yourself.

You’re sitting on the living room couch, resting your head on your hand and flipping through channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch. Your mom is out helping your grandma, or so she said. You called your grandma to ask how things were going.

She said your mom wasn’t with her.

It was funny that she was such a sloppy liar and Phillip never noticed. You didn’t know if he was oblivious or just plain stupid.

Phillip was out with his friends from work, he said he’d be out at the bar for a while and “not to wait up for him” not that you would but he was trying to be funny. He got a lot of eye rolls out of you, that was pretty much it. He tried really hard to make you laugh and see you smile but he never got it.

Your eyelids are getting heavy and the sound of TV starts to get drowned out until you hear keys rattling outside the door. You hear them hit the ground immediately after. A faint ‘shit’ coming from the other side of the door. You snort, standing up. You open up the door for him, seeing a smile on his lips. “Hey baby, sorry.” He’s slurring his words, clearly drunk. “Uh.. did.. did you drive home?” You ask him, trying to look passed him.

“No- course not honey, I’m not that dumb.” He laughs, pushing you back. You look confused as he’s touching you, why is he touching you?

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get home so late.” He laughs. You try to create some distance between the two of you but he’s still pushing you back slightly. “Been thinking about you all night- missed you.” You laugh awkwardly, trying to push him back. “I think you’re drunk, maybe you should get some-“ a gasp leaves your lips as he forces you back onto the couch. “No, I mean I really missed you.” His smile is gone now, he’s nudging your cheek with his nose, forcing himself between your legs. “Wait- Phillip- I’m not“ he starts to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at your skin. Your lips part slightly and you want to push him off.

You really want to.

Your heart thumps in your chest, he reaches for the zipper on his jeans. Your words get caught in your throat. Why are you letting him do this? He grinds himself into you, sloppily kissing along your jaw.

He pushes your shorts to the side and before you can protest anymore, he’s inside of you.

His thrusts are sloppy and he’s a little rough. You don’t make much noise besides pants and whines. Never making another move to stop him even when you know you should. You know this is wrong. Before you can stop him, he’s finishing inside of you with a groan. He moves off of you, mumbling something else but you don’t catch it. He just barely gets his jeans back on before he’s passing out. You stare at him, lips parted, eyes wide. What the hell just happened?

You stand up, trying to create some distance between you. You just had sex with him. Your step dad.

You turn away, rushing up the stairs in a hurry. The burn of his skin on yours. The feel of him inside of you, it throws you into another world. You shouldn’t have liked it.

What’s wrong with you.

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“I uh.. don’t remember much from last night. But I had a good time with you.” He smirks at your mom. She reaches for her keys. She laughs. “What are you talking about? I was at my moms house helping her clean things up. That’s why you went to the bar in the first place, remember?” She laughs, taking a drink of her coffee. He looks confused for just a second.

“Oh hey Y/N. Didn’t see you standing there.” She smiles. He freezes. It clicks in his brain what might’ve happened. Turning to look at you. He sees it in your eyes, seeing you avoid his eye contact. It only confirms his suspicions. “I have to go to class now.” You mumble, turning and hurrying away. “Have a good day honey.” Your mom calls. “I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” She says bye to him before leaving along with you. Fear courses through him. What the hell happened?

He has no choice but to wait for you to get out of class, deciding to watch tv on the couch. He’s eyeing his watch as the seconds tick by, it feels like forever. Every hour that passes, he’s looking at his watch.

Finally, he hears the handle being unlocked, you open up the door. Your eyes widen slightly when you see him and he stands up. You think of an excuse, you forgot what?

“Don’t.” He sighs. He can see you’re looking for an escape. You swallow hard.

He turns the tv off, tossing the remote down onto the couch and crosses his arms. You step inside, closing the door skeptically behind you.

“What happened last night?” He asks. He sees you swallow hard, avoiding his gaze. “I.. I was watching tv when you came home.” You stare off, fiddling with your backpack strings. “I think..” you gulp again. “Think you thought I was my mom.” Your voice is quiet.

“Did I…” he starts but stops himself, clenching his eyes shut.

“Did I force myself on you?” He takes a step toward you.

You swallow hard. Looking down. He did, but you made no effort to stop him, and you fucking liked it. You try to shake away the voice in your head. You feel guilty. His stomach falls at your silence. He doesn’t remember much but he remembers being inside of something… inside of you.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry.” He breathes. He takes a step toward you, seeing the way you try to take a step back but the door is there. “I… how can I make this up to you? I.. I swear I would never hurt you like that. I was drunk.” He tries to plead with you. “I know.. I know you wouldn’t so just.. forget about it okay? It was a mistake, just… forget it.”

He sighs. How is he supposed to just forget about forcing himself on his step daughter?

You break away from the door and make your way for your room, he lets you go even though he knows he shouldn’t.

He returns to his spot on the couch and sighs. Putting his face in his hands. He closes his eyes and rests for a second, his mind moves at a mile a minute.

A memory breaks through the darkness, and he hears moans. The memories from the night before seeming to flood his mind. His hips thrusting into you, the squeals and whines you were letting out.

His eyes snap open and all at once he remembers everything.

He hesitates, feeling heat pool in his lower stomach. He glides his hand over his growing erection. He shouldn’t be feeling this way over you. He needs to just forget about it like you said.

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It’s been weeks.

He’s tried to forget about it but around every corner, he’s craving what he felt with you. He’s been distant toward your mom but he doesn’t think she’s even noticed. She’s always been so busy with her job. He knows you still feel something. When he touches you by accident it sends chills up your spine, cheeks warming up and you’re drawing away from him in a hurry.

“Hey. So.. I was thinking.”

Your mom speaks up at dinner. “Since I’ll be gone for work this weekend, maybe the two of you should do something together.” You swallow hard, looking up from your plate at her. “Like what?”

She laughs. “Y/N, come on. At least try okay? And I don’t know. Maybe go to the movies or.. bowling or something.”

“Uh.. yeah. I’m sure we can find something to do.” He tries to laugh his nervousness off. He notices the way you seem to shut down, staring off into space as you try to finish your dinner. You’re thinking about it.

He’s thinking about it too.

You eventually excuse yourself from the table and it’s got him thinking, what on earth can the two of you do this weekend? Your mom will want pictures of course.

The moment she’s gone, that same heat is pooling in his groin. He thinks about you and how you felt around him, what little he remembers. He hates that he had you drunk, because now all he wants is you while sober. He’s frustrated. He goes to find you. It’s still early, you might not be awake just yet. He knocks at your door, to his surprise, you answer. You open the door but take a step back when you see it’s him. “Did you think anymore about what you want to do this weekend?” He asks. You shake your head. “I.. no. There’s not much to do here.” You avoid his gaze. He chews on his lip.

“I can take you shopping.”

You shake your head. “All my money is going into school right now, I can’t.”

He laughs. “Why would I invite you if I expected you to pay?”

“What? No- no. I don’t want you to do that.”

“I.. look. Just let me do it alright? As an apology.”

You freeze up. “That sounded so much worse than I intended it. I don’t want to buy your silence, I-“ he sighs. “It’s fine, but you don’t owe me anything.”

“Well.. let’s go find you some stuff for school, how about that?” You nod your head, agreeing with anything he says. “Alright- fine.” You nod. “Great, get dressed and than we’ll go.”

He disappears down the hallway, you close the door. You’re so frustrated.

He’s so caring and so handsome and your mom is out fucking around making a fool of herself when she’s got a guy like him at home. You’ve never met a bigger moron. You sigh, hurrying to get dressed, really you just want this over with.

You don’t know why you put makeup on, why you perfect it, or why you put nice clothes. It’s just your step-dad.

Who you already screwed once.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Your brain is a fucking curse lately, it won’t let it go.

He was drunk, he wasn’t thinking right. That’s it.

You make your way downstairs, the nerves set in and your hands are sweaty. He’s got jeans on, a dark blue long sleeve shirt. It squeezes his form in the most perfect ways. What the hell were you thinking agreeing to this? He’s just finished tying his boots when you take a step off the bottom stair. “Ready?”

You nod your head. Still avoiding his gaze.

He leads you to his truck and you climb into the passenger seat.

His truck even smells like him and it’s clean inside. He’s fucking intoxicating. You want to scream at how perfect he seems. How the fuck is she doing this to him? You looked at her location just before you came down the stairs and she’s at his fucking house again.

You seem to curl into yourself, turning your knees toward your door.

“You know.. we’re going to have to talk about it at some point… right?” He mumbles. “Yeah, but let’s not do that today.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m not some fragile vase that’s gonna fall apart.”

“I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

You snort.

“Y/N. Please. Just listen to me alright? I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you took advantage of me, you were drunk. Just drop it.”

“Y/N, I forced myself on you, there’s not much of a difference there.”

You laugh. “Yeah, aside from the fact that I barely tried to stop you.”

The words have left your mouth before you can control it. Your eyes widen. “What?”

You stay quiet.

“I don’t think I… I don’t understand.” He breathes.

“I could’ve pushed you off of me. I could’ve fought harder. But I didn’t. I let you fuck me.”

His blood is running cold in his veins. You haven’t even left the driveway yet. He swallows hard at your admission. “I know it was wrong of me and I’m trying to forget about it. I don’t know what I was thinking. You came onto me and I didn’t know what to do.” He hasn’t even started his truck yet but he doesn’t think either of you are going to be making it to the store today. “Is that why you didn’t tell your mom?” He asks. “What? No.” You mumble. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because then she’d get to feel like the victim and she’s not innocent here either.” You don’t know why you’re going to tell him. You’re going to ruin their marriage and they’re both going to hate your guts but you can’t live like this anymore.

“What are you saying?”

“Phillip I know you’re not this dumb. She’s fucking someone else.” He freezes up.

He actually had no idea.

“When she says she’s going out of town or going to help my grandma out, she’s lying. I mean for fucks sake, she’s at his house right now.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she’s lying. I have her location, you don’t?” He shakes his head. “Look.” You hand him your phone. He sees it, and what drives this entire situation home, is that he knows whose house it is. A coworker of hers. A guy. He laughs. He should care more than he does but he just doesn’t. He gives you your phone back. “I’m not gonna lie I expected you to be more sad.” He sits there for a second. He looks angry.

He starts the truck, throwing the column shifter into reverse. He throws his right arm up onto your headrest and spins around, looking out the back window and speeding out of the driveway. You hold onto the seat. He’s pissed. Once he’s out onto the road, he throws it into drive and speeds down the road. “What are you gonna do?”

He laughs. “Think you’ll find out soon enough.”

The house is only a couple blocks over and he reaches it quickly, pulling into the driveway, making sure to spin his tires in the gravel. Once he’s done that, it doesn’t take long for your mom and the man you assume she’s been sleeping with emerge out into the front porch. Phillip stands just to the left of his truck, arms crossed. He takes a couple steps forward and you climb out of the passenger seat too. Feet landing in the gravel. “So.. this is where you work?” Phillip laughs. Your mom is dead silent. “What are you guys doing here?” She’s clearly caught. “Ah, father daughter bonding. Maybe bowling. The movies. How to catch a cheater.” He swallows hard. “Y/N. Maybe you should go.” Your mom mumbles. “You shouldn’t see this.” Phillip laughs, shaking his head. “She’s fine, I’ll give her a ride when I’m done.”

“Phillip can we just talk? Alone?” Crocodile tears stream from her eyes. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt. Me and Y/N are going to find something to do. And I hope your stuff will be out of my house by the time we’re back. Y/N is more than welcome to stay with me until she’s done with school, but you and I are done.” He shakes his head. Climbing back into his truck. “Y/N. Are you going to go with him?” She asks in disbelief. You shake your head. “Being with my dad taught you nothing.” You mumble. She almost misses it. “Y/N.” She calls. You ignore her, climbing back into the truck as well. He pulls out of the driveway, heading back down the road.

When he pulls back into your house, you wait until he makes the first move. “You alright?”

He nods his head. “I’m great. Honestly, I haven’t been paying that much mind to anything with her since you’ve been around.” He chuckles.

“I thought you would take this harder.”

He shakes his head, surprised by the eye contact you’re finally making with him. “Nah, not gonna lie I haven’t thought about anything but that fucking pussy since I’ve been inside of it.”

Your lips part in surprise. “And I know I came inside you, tell me. Did you buy something for that? Hm?” You swallow hard. “I’m on something.” You mumble. Turning your head to the passenger window. “Yeah? Thought maybe since you’re a bad girl you went up to your room and fucked my cum deeper into that pussy.” You clench your eyes closed, why is he doing this? Is this his revenge?

“Cat got your tongue now? You’re not scared are you? I sure hope not.” He scoffs, laughing. “Didn’t even try to stop me.” He mumbles.

“Come here.”

You turn to look at him quickly. “What?”

“Sit in my lap.”

“No- I-“

He reaches across the center console, placing a hand on your thigh. “Fucking me isn’t going to help you get revenge.”

He laughs. “I don’t care about revenge. These last few weeks I’ve done nothing but regret what I did, I felt like a complete asshole for coming onto you like I did. But you liked it.” He clicks his tongue. He scoots all the way over and props himself up, grasping your hips and forcing you into his lap, straddling his legs. “And maybe now I won’t feel so guilty for wanting more…” he rakes your body with his eyes, slowly moving them up until he makes eye contact with you. “I don’t remember very much, but I remember how good you felt. How tight you were. Haven’t thought about anything else but you squirming while I give you more.” He grasps your hips and you can’t help it, moving them back and forth into him. The way he talks to you- it’s too much.

“I.. you’re not doing this with me just because you’re mad at her, right?” He can see that you’re nervous. “No sweetheart. Trust me, been holding myself back for a while now.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He reaches for his zipper once more, tugging his cock through the hole. He glides his hand up his cock, rubbing his thumb over the fat tip. You swallow hard.

He’s stone cold sober now, and you’re more nervous than ever.

Thank god his windows are tinted like this.

“You want to feel me?” He mumbles. His eyes are dark, full of lust. You mind your head. “Here.” He reaches for your pants, helping you get at least one leg out of them, tugging your panties to the side like he’d done to your shorts a couple weeks ago. “S’alright. Nothing to be nervous about.” He mumbles. Raising you up so that you could line him up with your entrance. “I know I didn’t treat you right before. Don’t think I even made you cum..” he laughs. “So selfish of me, I’ll make it up to you.” He leans in, attacking your neck. Feeling him on you, inside of you. You tilt your head back as you sink further and further down into him, until your thighs relax and give out as he fills you up. They shiver slightly but as he forces you to rock back and forth you sit up. You keep your head tilted back as you raise yourself up, then back down. Picking up the speed as you ride him.

“Oh fuck-“ he breathes. You clutch the seat, moving your hips back and forth on his. His eyes are dark and glossy as he watches you, you’re not looking at him so you don’t see the admiration he has for you, but it’s there. His eyes flash to your chest and he pushes your shirt up over your breasts, tugging your bra down and tugging one of your nipples between his lips, sucking at it. You shake on him, the pleasure he’s giving you is unmatched. “Fuck.. oh fuck.” You whine. You’re panting above him. “Fuck baby, get in the back.” He mumbles.

You slide off of him and he groans out, you climb over the center console and into the back seat. He follows quickly. You lay back on the seat and he moves himself between your legs. Feeling him there again is foreign. Something you never saw happening ever again. He slides back inside of you, his cock parting your folds and filling you up.

He looks down at you, that same look in his eyes. You can’t deny the passion the both of you share. He grips your thighs as he starts thrusting inside of you at a bruising pace. “You look so good underneath me.” He breathes. He raises up one of your legs, lining kisses along your calf. You close your eyes relishing in the pleasure he’s giving you. Feeling chills rise on every inch of your skin. You never realized just how fit he was, he always tried to be modest around you. Always wearing a shirt and shorts while you’re around. His stomach is toned and his arms are big and muscular. No wonder he can move you with so much ease. You clench your eyes shut, panting out. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter, about to unravel. The closer you get, the more uncontrollable your moans become. He knows you’re almost there. Your thighs shiver as he fucks you, deep and hard. You didn’t know what you could be missing out on, but he’s showing you.

He glides his hand over your bare stomach, shirt still pulled up. “Such a good girl for me.” He growls. His hand moves further and further up, his hand resting on your throat. He rests it there but doesn’t put much pressure there. “You trust me?” He asks. You nod your head. “Don’t freak out, m’gonna make you feel really good.” He applies pressure to your throat, and your eyes widen just slightly, apprehension apparent in your gaze. But you don’t stop him. You bring your hand up to rest on his wrist and look up at him. Your eyes are glossed over like his. He applies more and more pressure until you close your eyes. Skin flushing crimson. He applies just enough pressure, sending you somewhere else.

He lowers his other hand, thumbing your clit. Your lips part, and when you cum, your entire body shakes and convulses but he keeps his hand there. Cutting off your oxygen. Only when your high is ridden out does he let go, hearing you suck in a harsh breath of air. You’re panting, breathing in the air like it’s limited. One more thrust from him and he’s hissing out, hips bucking into you. You cry out at the overstimulation, but he relaxes his hips, resting his forehead on your chest. You look up at the ceiling of his truck, eyes wide. You have never cum that hard in your life.

He rests for a minute, regaining his breath and you do the same. You’ll for sure have bruises around your throat but you think you’ll like to see them the following day.

“Sorry if I was too rough.” He finally draws away from you. You blush, looking down. “No… no you weren’t I liked it.” You breathe.

“Still got the whole day ahead of us. Still got time to go to the mall.” He shrugs. A smile on his lips. “You don’t have to buy me stuff.”

He laughs. “You look like you haven’t had new shoes in ages Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

“You know you have no obligation like that to me.. you don’t have to do that.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have to do anything, but I want to do this.”

“Can I at least get cleaned up first?” You blush. He shakes his head. “No. I like the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your legs.” He smirks.

“Jesus Christ.” You mumble. “I’m kidding, yeah. I’ve got to get new locks anyways. I meant what I said though.” He stops you just as you’re about to get out of his truck. “I want you to stay here, with me. You just got used to me, no reason you should have to go and get used to some other guy, alright?” You nod your head. “Thank you Phillip.” You smile. He grasps your chin, forcing you to look up at him, leaning into you. He presses his lips to yours, something he realizes he hasn’t done just yet.

When he finally lets you go, he watches you as you walk up the front porch.

He’s going to have to deal with your mom later, but that price is right for you. You’re a good girl and he can take good care of you, despite your age gap.

You’re his now. Wether your mom likes it or not.

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purerae · 1 year ago

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Hii! I love your work!! Could you do a halloween party imagine with any of your characters? or all of them meeting our poor y/n, it'd make a cool crossover

Free form however you like!!!

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YANDERE!HAREM X FEM READER

HALLOWEEN PARTY // AU IMAGINE.

warnings ;; mostly crack, yandere behaviour, male yandere(s), female yandere, mentions of drinking, demon summoning (silas), mentions of blackmail (none to Y/N), alternate universe, not canon to anyone's plot.

a/n ;; Hi Anon! I know halloween is over but this is such a good idea i couldn’t miss out on it!! By the way, in each one of the yandere stories, Y/N has a slightly different personality. So I wasn't sure whether you wanted me to do multiple Y/N’s or just one. So I decided to combine the personalities into one. Good luck<3 (please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

CLICK HERE FOR MY MASTERLIST (intro to all the yanderes)

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Hopeless. You felt hopeless as your left arm was dragged around like a piece of meat by the girl no one swore to mess with

“Come on babe~! Wear the angel wings, we have to be matching!” Reina grits her teeth as she attempts to place the wings onto your unwilling back. The fire headed girl gives up with a scoff in her throat before walking over to your mirror and reapplying her dark red lipstick, adjusting the horns that perfectly matched with her crimson wavy hair.

How did she even get into Y/Ns house in the first place?

You remember pretty clearly. Today is the 31st of October. You were well aware that it was halloween and perfectly content with staying inside your humble abode. You’d buy a bunch of bulk cheap candy and scarf it down whilst watching some classic horror movies. Not enough to scare you, but to make you physically cringe.

That was the plan, Perfect right? There would be nothing to stop you from having a peaceful night of binge watching shitty films.

Apart from the three vastly different individuals who were all pining over you. Though they were complete opposites, they all had a way grinding your gears and irritating you to no end.

Reina, the delinquent who made your life as the school president 10x worse. She’d constantly hang around you during lunch and break, surrounded by her delinquent friends who’d make jokes you wouldn’t get but would laugh in fear of getting made fun of. Not to mention the lessons you’d have to miss in order to supervise her during the detentions she had purposely got. You think you spend more time with her then you spend eating the gross lunch your school provides.

Kieran, the playboy who suddenly switched up his entire role once he realised you weren’t interested in him like the others were. God, if only you pretended like you were. Maybe that would’ve stopped him from bothering you in all your science classes with his weird sexual jokes or flirty overbearing personality. Yeah he was a bit funny and maybe he sometimes made your day with his stupid jokes but that came crashing down once he would say his tenth pick up line to you all in one lesson.

And then there’s Alex, the jock who’s the captain of the football team, a tad bit stupid but still had the personality of the literal sun, which made him the most tolerable but still pretty overwhelming for your average dream life. He was the last one to pop up in your weird harem, he stuck around you like a lost puppy once he realised you didn’t like his team. “I’ll make sure you like me, no matter what!” — were his exact words.

These individuals had a very high reputation in school, most people liked them and often idolised them. So, why were they all vying for your attention? People would go to great lengths to be in your shoes, yet all you desired was to lead an ordinary student's life.

Your internal monologue was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of your phone, and you didn't even have a moment to guess who might be calling before the sound reached your ears (You would've had two guesses). -- In response, Reina let out an exasperated groan and struts over to you.

She confidently picks up your phone and shuts it off before snapping her fingers in your face.

“How have you still not put the wings on.. god what would you do without me!” If you didn’t know any better, from the tone of her voice you’d think she was annoyed. But in reality you noticed the glint in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased that she had gotten to help you. Happy that you had to ‘rely’ on her.

“Probably live a peaceful life” You murmur under your breath, not realising the close proximity of you two until she snaps her sharp eyes to your tired gaze.

"Excuse me?" The green-eyed girl arched her eyebrows, her lips forming a grimace of annoyance.

“I said I would probably live a very sad life.” You quickly defer, letting out a sigh of relief once she relaxes her eyebrows and shows you a soft smirk.

Reina grabs her bag and sprays perfume onto her body, walking over to your bedroom door before abruptly stopping, throwing her arms up. “Come on then! We can't be too fashionably late~” You curse whoever invented halloween parties, and trail behind her.

Just ten minutes into the party, and you were already contemplating grabbing that cowboy-clad stranger’s prop gun and pretending to shoot yourself with it. Music boomed against your ears, drawing out any coherent thought as the smoke from Reinas cigarette mingles in the air. It was as if your personal space ceased to exist, with the red haired girl's body pressing against yours, her presence enveloping you. The sensation became overwhelming, the close proximity sent shivers down your spine. You had no ability to escape, seeing as the delinquent had her friends form a tight circle around you both, acting as protective guards you didn't need or want. There was no room to escape for you, too intimidated to say a word.

“Hey Y/N!! Is that you?!” A loud voice shouted amidst the music, crowd and smoke. Reinas whole friend group snaps towards the noise, seeing who dared to interrupt the leader with her ‘beloved’. Despite Alex being faced with gnarly stares, all he could see was his cutie dressed like an angel. He settles his drink down on a nearby table, exchanges hurried farewells with his football teammates, and rushes his way towards you.

The tall friendly giant had no struggles breaking the circle you were trapped in. It was like the sun beaming past a bunch of angsty rain clouds, two things you usually dreaded. But in that moment, you found yourself silently praising the towering, 6 '6 human puppy as he enveloped you in a massive bear hug.

As he released you, his strong arms remained on your shoulders, and he beamed at you with eyes that formed crescent moon shapes.

He stuttered an apology for the sudden physical contact before staring at you up and down with his doe like eyes and a massive grin. “Wow…you look stunning, like a true angel. You’re my angel!” He giggles proudly because of the cheesy line he made. The jock completely disregards his earlier apology as he wraps you in another tight hug. You murmur a ‘thanks’ and lightly tap his back in return, your lips thinning with a hint of awkwardness as you look around and notice Reina's friend group staring at the two of you as though you'd just committed a crime. Alex's firm grip gradually loosens as he comes to a realisation, and he reluctantly lets you go, you notice his boyish grin turned into a pout. “I invited you to this party, I bought a whole matching outfit and everything! You told me you couldn't come!” The brown eyed male whines , his brows furrowing as his beady eyes bore into your soul. During this moment, you couldn't help scrutinise his Halloween costume.

‘Did he seriously just throw on his jersey with some fake blood around his neck..’ you pondered silently, shooting him a disapproving stare due to the minimal effort he had put into his outfit

Your initial expression of curiosity transformed into one of slight disgust when you realised that the intended matching costume was going to be ‘the jock and his cheerleader’

‘How original’ You thought sarcastically.

For the second time this night, your thoughts were interrupted, but this time it wasn't a ringing phone. It was Alex’s voice, laced with sadness whining in your ear. He pouts as he gazes down at you, gently poking your halo headband, waiting for your response.

“Basically what happ-”

Before you could even begin to explain that you had no intention of attending the party, regardless of who insisted, not until the delinquent showed up at your doorstep and mildly threatened you, your words were cut short. The moment was disrupted as she forcibly pushed the sulky jock away from you.

Despite her noticeable lack of height compared to the towering jock, Reinas attitude definitely made up for it.

‘Speak of the devil..metaphorically and quite literally.’ You snort at your own joke, before quickly composing yourself and directing your attention to the scene unfolding in front of you.

Alex and Reina, two people who couldn't be any more different but they were both madly in love with you. In school, you had always managed to avoid confrontations involving the both of them, but it appeared luck wasn't on your side tonight.

“Who do you think you are, barging into this conversation where no one invited you? Don't you have dumb shit to attend to? Like shotgunning a dozen beers?” the delinquent spoke with a withering glare, she grabbed your arm and forcefully pulled you away from him. The crowded party left little room to manoeuvre, so she practically made you turn your back on him to ensure you were separated.

Unfortunately for her, that allowed the charismatic loveable jock to shed his facade, and shoot her an uncharacteristically intense gaze. His eyes grew dark and his typically cheerful face contorted into a look of hatred and envy Though it only lasted for a second, anyone who would’ve seen it, the memory would linger in their thoughts for days.

Reina, being unlike anyone else, didn't perceive his gaze as a threat, but rather as a golden retriever attempting to imitate a wolf. She scoffed and protectively grabbed your hand.

"I'm pretty sure forcing Y/N to be surrounded by your..." The jock paused, glancing at each of Reina's friends, carefully choosing not to insult them, not out of fear, but out of respect with his beloved watching. ".. interesting group of friends might not be comfortable for her. Anyways, don't you guys have more fun plans, like commit vandalism?" He delivered with a cheerful tone, tilting his head to the side in a display of ‘adorable’ confusion.

While the male may come across as unintelligent there are some quirks to his character that reveal a different perspective. He possesses a unique knack for framing his words and expressing himself in a manner that radiates positivity.

‘He’s so stupid and oblivious , he doesn’t mean what he says!! He's just asking a question, he means no harm!’ — is what most people think.

But Reina, being a delinquent who often deals with various groups of people, can read him like a book. She knows he’s showing less than what he truly is. What he can truly become. And although she doesn’t give a shit about how he acts around others, she knows he’s interested in her Y/N — and that’s why he needs to stay away from her girl at all costs.

With Reinas anger level rising, she lets out an annoyed grunt before softly pushing you back, The delinquent puts one finger on the jocks chest.

You think for a second that you should probably step in, Not because you want to but because you have no idea who will win. Reina most definitely has a weapon in her bag somewhere and also her group of friends who would kill to protect her surround you three but Alex’s strength and height can cover that. Though from what you know the delinquent is a lot more aggressive than the ‘pacifist’ himbo so he may have a bit of a disadvantage.

Nonetheless, you decide not to intervene and just watch the two idiots fight it out. It's not your issue right? You didn't need any more attention than you already had coming to this party tonight.

As they both stare at each other, Reina opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off by someone tapping her back. One of her friends grabs her arm and she turns a whole 180 degrees, ready to scream at whoever is trying to hold her back. Her eyes are narrowed as she pushes the said friend away from her. “What the fuck is your issue, Thomas?!” You now learned who the guy's name was, Thomas. He was dressed as a pirate and barely flinched when Reina screamed at her. He must've been used to it. All he does is show her phone, and mutters “Look at who's calling you.” Reina’s angry expression turns into one of disbelief as she roughly grabs the phone away from his hands. She looks at Alex one last time with a scoff before she excused herself for a moment and engaged in a heated argument with the caller. You couldn't help but overhear snippets of their exchange — it was clear that Reina was being pressured to leave the party. She hung up, her face etched with reluctance, and then turned to you.

"Babe, I've got to go, I'll still be at the party. " she said, her tone uncharacteristically serious. "Just promise me you'll head home soon, okay?" Your face drops into a frown, though you didn't particularly like the aggressive delinquent, she was one of the only people you knew at this party.. Well except for the man who's staring at you with love struck eyes as of right now. Before you could say anything, Reina left your side, with the group of delinquents who followed. She didn't forget to barge into Alex as she was leaving, though it didn't really affect him — he was too focused on the fact that he was alone with you right now.

The overexcited jock happily grabs your arm and drags you around the whole house of the party, Although he was meant to be giving you a supposed ‘tour’; you noticed he was just staring deeply at your face whilst speaking. You came to the conclusion that he didn't really know what he was doing, he just wanted to impress you.

Amid the swirling costumes and pulsating music, You felt as if you were caught in a whirlwind. Every step you took was accompanied by Alex, who remained steadfastly close. The bulky man stayed close, like an overprotective guard dog, as you both navigated the crowd. Y/N couldn't help but feel suffocated by his constant presence. You desperately needed a moment of peace, a brief escape from his watchful eyes. You decide to ask him for a favour, of course he’d help you.

You finally mustered the courage to speak up, tugging at the edge of Alex's costume and turning to him with a gentle but tired smile. "Hey, Alex, do you mind getting me a drink? I could really use a break."

The jock beamed at you, happy that you trusted him enough to do something for you. ‘That must mean you like him right?! That's how it works!!’

"Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "I'll be right back with your drink. Just stay right here, okay?"

You nodded gratefully, allowing yourself a sigh of relief as Alex disappeared into the crowd, determined to fulfil your request. The distance that had separated them, albeit briefly, was a welcome change, and you could breathe a little easier.

Although he told you to stay where you were, you began to wander around and observe the revelry around you. People in all manner of costumes danced, drank, and got a little too comfortable with each other.

You let out a yelp as you open a door to a couple grinding on each other. Murmuring a dozen apologies, you leave the room flustered.

As you lose yourself in your thoughts and in the house, you notice a familiar white haired male approaching you, with a wide cheshire grin, Kieran; the host of the party.

The playboy moved through the crowd with an air of confidence and intrigue. He was dressed up as… a prisoner with handcuffs. Or as he’d probably say ‘a sexy prisoner.’ ‘Please don't come here, please don't come here, please don't come here.’ Is the phrase that repeatedly pops up in your head as you try to look at anything but him.

“Boo!” The playboy whispers in your ears as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He then turns you around and ignores the pout on your face, Inspecting your outfit whilst biting his lips.

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” you sneered, crossing your arms as you tried to move slightly away from the playful male. "Oh man, you would've looked prettier as a princess~" he purred, his voice carrying a flirtatious undertone, his words accompanied by a roguish grin. You were clearly no stranger to Kieran's personality and annoying nickname for you. You roll your eyes and retort "Well I'd rather not deal with the whole 'damsel in distress' shit tonight," a hint of sarcasm laced in your response.

Kieran laughed, unbothered by your resistance. "Ooh but I'd have so much fun saving you princess~!” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But what made you change your mind coming to my party? I rang your phone like two hours ago and you didn't pick up.” He questions with a raised eyebrow, his sly smirk still displayed on his face before he laughs.

“Missed my face that much huh? Should’ just said! Would've came running to you.”

You couldn't be bothered to talk about how you were forced to come to this stupid party, and also not wanting to mention Reina because for some reason they both had some weird dislikement towards each other. “Just had a change of heart.” You say before turning around and attempting to walk away from Kieran, but again luck wasn't on your side as he grabs your arm and tuts. The dimly lit room with the midst of the crowd, made you focus on the playful man's eyes and you noticed a shine in his eyes whilst staring at you. Before you could tell him to let you go,he whispers closely to you, so close that you could faintly smell the alcohol and mint laced in his breath. “Hey this is my party y’know? Let me show you a more secluded area, perfect for an introvert like you~” He teases as he drags your arm downstairs, and into one of the rooms which he had to twist to unlock. You silently cuss the playboy as you notice his entire group of so-called friends in the room. LED lights which displayed red, multiple couples in the room doing God knows what.

As you both walk further into the room, Kieran, too busy dabbing up people who you never once saw in your life, You notice a pile of unlabeled drugs and drinks on the table that was in the centre of the room. Quickly looking away, you squint your eyes as you try to notice anyone that you’re familiar with. In the corner of the room, there's a girl wearing a red corset with red horns, matching yours. You notice her angry expression as she converses with the two people around her. It was Reina. She notices your gaze and her face slightly softens, As she approaches you, she notices your arm being held by Kieran. Her face returns to the expression of which you first saw in the room. The white haired male doesn't notice the vexed delinquent yet, and he stares at your face in confusion as he notices you watching something, following your line of view he finally sees the girl wearing the devil costume. “Oh hey! Didn't know I invited you to my party?” He says playfully, but you notice the snark in his voice. Reina seems to notice it too as her face contorts into one of jealousy. “You guys know each other?” She questions, her question directed towards mostly you. Your hands begin to sweat as you attempt to stutter out an excuse, but for the second time this night, the living sun in human form interrupts your conversation by walking into the room, except this time he didn't have a happy expression, it was evident that he was sulking.

Your eyes drift to his hands, noticing the drink in his hands that you had specifically asked for. ‘Shit..’ you think to yourself and for the first time you felt bad for the jock. You didn't mean to leave him for that long! It was more of Kierans fault for dragging you away. “I have your drink Y/N…” He says with wide eyes and pursed lips, clearly upset that you had just left him. With an apologetic gaze, you gently take the drink away from his grasp with a thank you, as you look away with a little guilt. “Oh my god, not this freak here again!” Reina scorns,disdain in her face as she stares at both Alex and Kieran, they stare back with disgust. The entire school year, these three constantly hung around you and you still managed to never make them interact whilst you were there, in fear of any of these bold characters causing a scene. But of course, the one day where you especially didn't want to see any of them, they all surround you possessively with jealousy tangled in their eyes. Could this night get any worse? -

It most definitely can. You managed to calm them down and now you're all sat in a circle, with random people you don't know. Kieran sat down next to you on the right, while Alex occupied the seat on the left, and Reina sat across from you, clearly not happy with the seating arrangements.

Whilst the room was filled with chatter, one of Kieran's friends mentioned a board game that you've never heard about that supposedly had the power to ‘summon demons.’

The suggestion hung in the air, Kieran laughed at the idea and laughed harder as he noticed the uncomfortable look in your face.

“Don't worry babe, i'll protect you~” He whispers in your ear, Reina notices you two conversing but can't hear what he told you, Her already green eyes appear even greener as she looks away enviously. The idea was met with hesitance, but with Kieran's playful persuasion, everyone reluctantly agreed to try it.

As the game commenced, Alex clutched onto your arm, his protectiveness reaching new heights. The friendly giants sends you a look of comfort. Reina, on the other hand, grew increasingly annoyed and impatient, wanting to leave this messed up party. Still, she begrudgingly stayed, unwilling to abandon her beloved in this situation.

The group followed the game's instructions, and to their shock, the room filled with an eerie energy. The lights began to flicker and in an instant it turned off, most of the room ran away screaming, not caring about the party anymore. Others began to laugh with interest and waited for what was going to happen next. a sinister figure formed in the centre of their makeshift circle. You freeze as you notice the demon (?), he is fucking terrifying but inspecting him closer the extremely tall thing is quite.. handsome?

A malevolent demon with smouldering eyes and a sinister grin, stood before everyone. Panic coursed through the room, and everyone, including yourself , scrambled to flee. As you attempted to escape, the demon swiftly locked the door, trapping you inside with Alex, Reina, and Kieran.

With a devilish chuckle, The demon introduced himself as Silas. The red faced man turned his attention to you. He took your chin in his hand, his touch chilling to the bone. His nails dug sharply into your skin. "You're prettier than the angels we have where I'm from" he hissed, his voice dripping with lust.

Your heart raced with fear and arousal as you looked into Silas's eyes, a shiver running down your spine. Alex and Reina attempted to interject, their voices laced with fear and anger, but Silas silenced them with a mere flick of his fingers, flooding their minds with endorphins that dulled their resistance. Kieran seemed to be less affected by whatever poison Silas had put out as he grabs Y/Ns arm towards his chest. “I don't know what the hell you are but she's mine, get in line” Kieran jokes, not scared of the situation at all. You send him the dirtiest look possible as Silas laughs mockingly at the playboys statement.

As the night wore on, and the party raged outside, Y/N, Alex, Reina, and Kieran were trapped with this demon who had an interest in you for some strange reason. Well, everyone in this room has some abnormal interest in you and it seems that you're quite literally trapped in a room with people who would do anything for you. Even if that means fighting a demon.

Desperation welled up in your body as you realised the dire situation that you were stuck in. "How am I supposed to leave now?" you whisper to yourself, noticing 4 gazes staring at you with different expressions but they all contained one thing, Lust.

Did Silas forget to mention that he was a succubus?

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naturesapphic · 4 months ago

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would you be comfortable in writing a agere fic where little r been really sad and fussy while dealing with big emotion and needs some comfort sucking on billie's boobs? 🥺🙏 (nothing sexual cuz i think it's weird and problematic to write porn w this topic)

Comfort

Mommy!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, lactation, hurt/comfort, having a mini tantrum

“W-work s-stupid!” You scream out as you slam the front door behind you making Billie jump in her spot on the couch. She wasn’t that surprised by your outburst because you have been doing them a lot more recently. Work was getting overbearing and you’ve been stuck between your headspace and your regular mindset for a while now so you have been having trouble processing emotions, especially big ones like these.

Billie has been very patient with you but she doesn’t know how much more she can take before she has to do/say something about it. She closed her laptop and got off the couch to go over to you. You were trying to take your jacket off but it wasn’t coming off which made you more upset and you started crying. Frustrating tears sliding down your cheeks and down your neck making Billie’s heart drop. She cooed at you and gently pulled you into her arms making you cry harder. She carefully backed up until the back of her legs hit the couch and she sat down, pulling you down on her lap.

You continued to sob in her shoulder as she held you close, rubbing and patting your back gently. “Shhh shhh…let it all out babygirl…mommy is here…she’s got you…” she whispered in your ear softly before kissing the side of your head lovingly. After a few moments, all Billie could hear was the sound of your breathing and the little sniffles from your nose. “You okay now baby?” She asked as she looked down to see you already looking up at her with a tired and sad expression. You just shrug and you lay your head down onto her soft breast, making you relax a bit. Billie knew how much you loved her breast, in or out of your headspace.

“Would you like to suckle on my breast baby? Would that help you?” Billie offered and you looked up at her with wide eyes. “W-weally?” You ask, to make sure you heard her right. “Yes baby you can. Here. Why don’t we put your pjs on and go in the bed and then I’ll let you do it okay?” She said and you nodded. She picked you up in her arms and carried you up the stairs and got you ready for bed. Once you got your pjs on and your teeth brushed, Billie led you to the bed and tucked you in but not before going in beside you. Billie pulled you into her arms and had your head close to her breasts.

She pulled down her tank top she put on and her full breast fell free, making your eyes widen at them. You’ve seen them many many times but didn’t matter how much you saw them, you always were mesmerized by them. Billie saw how you were looking at them and it made her chuckle. Billie lifted her left arm up so you can get closer to her side and you latched your lips around her nipple, suckling softly on them. You instantly felt calm and the anxiety you’ve been feeling recently washed away as you suckled on your girlfriend’s breasts. This beautiful bond you had with your mommy was one of your favorites you do with her. You just feel so comforted and close to her and you knew she felt the same way too.

Soon, you felt your eyelids get heavy and your suckling becoming slower. “It’s okay baby…you can rest…mommy isn’t going anywhere.” She reassured you once more and you nodded against her, your lips still around her breast. You felt your eyes flutter close as you fall into a deep sleep, making Billie smile. She was glad that she could help you calm down and feel safe, especially recently since you’ve been dealing with a lot mentally and physically. Billie leaned down and gave the top of your head a loving kiss before closing her own eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber like you.

A/n: I absolutely loved this request so much! I hope you enjoyed it anon and I hope the rest of y’all did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

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beenbaanbuun · 1 year ago

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Love Sick - Lee Chan

Words - 3.4k

Genre - fluff

Warnings - making out, Chan is sick, language, nudity but nothing really NSFW

You were in the shower when your phone started to ring, interrupting your impromptu karaoke session. Of course, you ignored it. It was one thing to stop your music for a few seconds, but pulling you away from your warm, way-too-long shower? That was too much. Besides, you were wet and your hair was still covered in shampoo suds. If they needed you that desperately, they’d surely ring you again.

After a few seconds, the shrill ringing stopped, replaced by the sound of your favourite vocalist's voice once more. You began to sway, a smile finding its way onto your face as you danced to the beat of the song. You were just about to open your mouth and sing along, but before you got the chance, the song was cut off once more.

You tried to peer over at your phone to see who it was that needed you so badly, but the glass surrounding you had fogged up, obscuring your vision of anything outside of the cubicle.

“This had better be worth it,” you grumbled as you yanked the door open and stepped into the much colder room. You ignored the puddle that formed under your feet as you stepped onto the tile. It was something you could clean up later after you were done chastising whoever it was that apparently needed you so badly.

You read the name on the screen, your eyes rolling on instinct when you realised it was your oldest friend - and most annoying friend, for that matter - that was so desperate to get in touch. Knowing Seungkwan, it probably wasn’t anything important he was ringing you with. Probably just the latest drama that he’d heard through the grapevine and thought it to be of the utmost importance that you knew too. Usually, you loved to sit and gossip, but not when it was getting in the way of your morning routine.

Still, you bit the bullet and answered, but before you could even say the word ‘hello’, Seungkwan had already started talking.

“Chan has a cold.” He said, cutting you off.

“Huh?”

“Chan. He’s sick.” Seungkwan repeated.

“And what does that have to do with me?” You asked, trying to save face even though your heart was aching. You had to stay strong, you reminded yourself.

“He’s your responsibility,” Seungkwan argued.

“Since when?”

“Since five months ago when you two finally decided that the rest of us had suffered your pining enough,” he sassed down the phone. You frowned, but you couldn’t exactly protest. Neither you nor Chan had been subtle with your feelings in the months leading up to him finally asking you to be his girlfriend.

“Touché,” you grumbled, “but that still doesn’t make him my responsibility. There are 12 of you and one of me. Surely it makes more sense for you guys to take care of him.”

Seungkwan sighed on the other end. You were being annoying, and you knew that, but for a good reason. The last thing you wanted to do was to seem ‘overbearing’ - Chan’s words, not yours - and you couldn’t help but feel as though showing up to the dorms to take care of your boyfriend would be just that. It was only a cold, you told yourself, Chan would be fine without you.

“Listen,” Seungkwan started. You could practically see the sympathetic smile on his face as he spoke. “Chan told me what happened. I understand why you’re trying to keep your distance right now. You’re hurt and you’re trying to give him the space he claims he wants, but I need you to ignore what he said. You’re usually so good at ignoring what people say.”

“Seungkwan, I can’t,” you fought back, ignoring the very blatant dig.

“Yes, you can,” he practically growled at you, “Chan is sick because he hasn’t been taking care of himself. He’s been acting weird since you two argued and he keeps saying he’s just tired but we can all see right through him. He hates himself right now and he misses you so much, but he’s too stupid to do anything about it. If you want this relationship to work, you’re going to have to take the first step. If you prove to him that you’re still there, he’ll come crawling back with an apology.”

“I don’t need an apology,” you whined into the phone. “What I need is to not fuck up this relationship! Chan made his wishes very clear, and if he wants me to be around less then I will try my hardest to do that for him. Even if it is killing me.”

“It’s killing him too!” Seungkwan yelled down the line, trying to get his point across. He knew you were stubborn, but this really was taking the biscuit. “Whatever you think you’re doing, it ends now. Stop being childish and get over here.”

And with that, he hung up, leaving you with a war raging inside of your head. On one side, you wanted nothing more than to go and cuddle into his side and feed him soup until he was back to his regular, lively self. You wanted to dote on him and make him feel loved, but for some reason, you just couldn’t get the argument from only days before out of your head. He asked for space, and the last thing you wanted was to go against his wishes just because you couldn’t bear the thought of him being sick. You really didn’t think you could take it if he turned you away, especially when he needed someone to take care of him. It would break you, you were sure of it.

But then Seungkwan came into your head. The lovely, irritating Seungkwan who made sure to tell you when you were being dumb, or taking things too literally. Who made sure to never send you down the wrong path or put your feelings in danger of being hurt. You trusted him over anyone else in the world, so if he said that Chan needed you, then your mind was already made up for you; you were going to see him.

Before you knew it you were outside of the dorm, dressed in some clothes that you frantically picked up from your bedroom floor and your hair still dripping wet from your shower. You looked a mess, but you felt worse. The constant conflict of emotions in your head had given you a headache, and the anxious stomach ache you had made you feel even worse. If you didn’t have a job to do, you probably would’ve turned around and gone home, taken yourself to bed and refused to come out again. Instead, you knocked on the door and tried your hardest to swallow down your nerves as you waited for it to be opened.

It took a moment or two, but soon enough you were face to face with a disgruntled leader. Seungcheol looked even more tired than he usually did after a long morning of taking care of his members. Dark bags rested under his eyes as he sent you a smile that was soon cut off by a yawn. He must’ve had a rough night, you thought to yourself, and for a moment or two, you were glad that you were there to offer what little help you could.

“Thank god you’re here,” he tugged you inside, shutting the door behind you. The first thing you noticed was how quiet the dorm was. Usually, there would be a never-ending stream of noise coming from every which direction, but today there was nothing but an eerie silence. “I’ve been up all night with Chan.”

“Jesus,” you cursed. Seungkwan had said it was just a cold, but now you were wondering whether he’d just said that to keep you calm. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s sad,” the leader sighed, “has been since you stormed out the other night. It wasn’t so bad for a few days, he mainly just kept to himself in his room, but now he’s sick as well and all he wants is you. I kept telling him that you’d be here when he woke up, but he wouldn’t go to sleep without you and I couldn’t just leave him, not when he was as upset as he was. He passed out about an hour ago. It was pretty much when Seungkwan rang you and they all left for practice. I’ve been trying to stay awake to wait for you.”

Your heart sank. So Chan really did want you there. He wanted you there so badly that he had put Seungcheol through hell for a whole night. You felt bad for the guy, in all honesty, but you appreciated him taking care of your boyfriend.

“How did you know I’d show?”

“Oh, please,” he guffawed, “there was no way you weren’t going to run to Chan’s aid the moment you found out he was sick. You’re just as whipped as he is.”

“You’ve got me there,” you giggled as you set off in the direction of Chan’s room. “Go get some sleep, Cheol. You look old with those bags under your eyes.”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he jokingly scolded you, “You should respect your elders!”

“Bye Cheol!”

You stood outside of Chan’s bedroom door, unsure of whether you should knock or not. If he’d only been asleep for an hour, maybe not. It felt a little cruel to wake him up, especially if he was as sick as his members made him seem. He needed his sleep, and you really didn’t want to be the one to disrupt it.

There was still that annoying little voice in the back of your head, though. The one that told you that you should’ve stayed at home because he didn’t really want you there. In that case, it’d be better to announce yourself, right? There’d be nothing worse than waking up with someone you didn’t want to see by your side. At least if you woke him up he’d have a chance to get rid of you before you let yourself hope that things would be different than the last time the two of you spoke.

As your knuckles wrapped against the door, you couldn’t help but feel bad for not trusting Seungkwan and Seungcheol. They’d done their best to convince you that your boyfriend wanted you by his side today, but you were letting your thoughts get the better of you, telling yourself over and over again that this is the one time you shouldn’t believe them. They had to be lying. Otherwise, you’d been keeping yourself away from Chan for no reason other than your own stubborn feelings.

There was a quiet groan from the other side of the door. A groan that sounded an awful lot like ‘come in, hyung,’ and whilst you weren’t his ‘hyung’ you still took it as an invitation to enter the room.

“Oh, Chan,” you mumbled as your eyes finally landed upon his body that was tangled up in his blue sheets. A thin layer of sweat sat glimmering on his forehead and yet he still held the quilt up to his face as if he was going to freeze to death otherwise. All you wanted to do was take care of him, but as you walked closer and closer to his bed, you couldn’t help but let those thoughts enter your head once more.

“Y/N, is that you?” He grunted, sounding just as weak as he looked.

“Yeah,” you replied, “but I can go if you want me to.”

You watched as his face contorted into one of hurt. Great, you thought to yourself, now you’d upset him on top of him being sick. You really were a piece of work.

“Why would I ask you to go?” He sounded offended that you’d even asked, although you thought it was a valid concern. “I haven’t seen you in days. I’ve missed you.”

You sighed, your feelings all jumbled up. The glee of him wanting to see you was mixed with the hurt of him seemingly forgetting everything he said to you to make you avoid him in the first place. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt since he was sick and all, but you couldn’t deny that part of you wanted to cry.

“Can you come and lie with me?” He said after it had been silent for a minute or two. Of course, you wanted to say yes, but for some reason, your feet wouldn’t move from where they were planted a few feet away from his bed. “Please, Y/N.”

Still, you hesitated. Your thoughts were running wild. One moment they told you that you should just turn around and leave, and the next they said you should just forget the argument and run to him. After all, to be in his arms was all you’d been wanting for the past few days you'd spent without him.

“Chan,” you started, preparing to voice your concerns.

“Y/N,” he responded in the same tone, “just come here, okay? Whatever you need to say can wait until I have you close, can’t it?”

You sighed, but you did as he asked, shuffling forward on your socked feet until you were standing just above his bed. You could see his face clearly from there. You could see the soft smile that he wore, as well as the gentle look in his eyes. You could see a thousand apologies swimming within them, and for a second you almost forgave him then and there. You held back, instead choosing to do as he asked and crawl into bed beside him.

“Too many clothes,” he grumbled as you slotted yourself into his arms. “I’m practically naked and you’re dressed like you’re about to walk out into a snowstorm!”

“I’m wearing a jumper, Chan,” you giggled at his silliness. “Not even anything underneath.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Come on, Y/N,” he pushed his face into your neck as he completely engulfed you in his body, “think about how nice this cuddle would feel without that big thick jumper separating the two of us.”

You had to smile. Chan was a naturally chatty person, whereas you were more docile in nature. It was nice to know that the almost constant flow of words from his mouth didn’t falter when he was sick. It was even nicer to hear him after the radio silence you’d had to endure. You much preferred talkative Chan to any other iteration of your boyfriend.

“If I take it off will you stop complaining?”

He nodded in reply and released you from his grasp so that you could pull the knitted garment over your head. You felt his eyes on you as you did so but it didn't feel weird. The two of you had seen one another so many times now that all shock value had been removed from the action of undressing. No longer was it a sexual act, but just a regular part of your lives. You always watched him when he came back from practice, rambling passionately to you as he stripped himself before his shower, just as he watched you prepare to lie down in his arms by removing every layer that may separate the two of you.

For a second or two, you contemplated taking everything else off, as you usually would, but you stopped yourself. As normal as Chan was trying to act, things still felt weird between the two of you. Going back to normal straight away without so much as a single word said about the incident that occurred a few days prior felt strange. You didn't want to do it, nor did you think you could. So you just lay down, uncomfortable in your bra and jeans, and let Chan hold you close once more.

Nothing more was said by Chan. In fact, you would've assumed that he’d gone back to sleep if it weren't for the small kisses he kept placing on your shoulder and neck. They didn't come very often, and they clearly weren't supposed to lead anywhere else. They were just a simple reminder that he loved you and he was happy you were there with him again.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered into the dark room. You didn't expect an answer from him, you just wanted him to know how you felt.

“I know,” he replied, his voice gruff from the cold, “I missed you too.”

“You can't have missed me that much if you didn't even message me since we last spoke.” It was a petty thing to say, you knew that, but some sick and twisted part of you wanted to make him suffer as much as you had.

“I would’ve done if I knew what to say but it's difficult to admit when you’ve been a complete and utter idiot.”

That got a smile out of you, even though you tried desperately to hide it.

“You still should’ve said something. I’ve felt like shit for the last few days because of you,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, releasing his grip a little, but not completely. You were still practically being swaddled by him, but now you had a little more room to breathe. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, Chan,” you shuffled closer to him subconsciously, denying the space that he’d given you only seconds prior, “You’re just an idiot sometimes, and that's okay.”

He pouted before breaking out into a fit of chuckles.

“So I’m forgiven?” He pondered, moving his head so it was only a few inches away from your own. It was an invitation to kiss him, clear as day. If you were feeling particularly cruel, you may have denied him. Fortunately for Chan, though, even you weren’t mean enough to deny a sick man a kiss, even if he was an idiot sometimes.

“Forgiven,” you whispered, leaning in close and pushing your lips against his. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds before you pulled away. Your forehead was still pressed against his; you weren’t ready to back away just yet. “But if you ever hurt me like that again, I’ll set Seungkwan on you.”

“Of course,” he grinned, “I wouldn’t expect any different.”

One more kiss was placed upon your lips. A sweet one filled with love and pure, unadulterated joy. Teeth bumped against teeth as the two of you grinned into one another’s mouths, but you didn't mind. In fact, the feeling was welcome. It reminded you of all the giddy, too-enthusiastic kisses the two of you shared when you started dating. They were far and few between, when there was still an element of shyness between the both of you.

“You’re going to get me sick,” you whispered against his open mouth. He ignored you, delving back in for more. Despite your protest, you couldn't help but give in and let Chan put every ounce of passion he had into the kiss. You even returned the passion, holding onto his face so as not to let him slip away from you.

It was at this point that you regretted leaving the rest of your clothes on. Chan was right; it felt wrong to have something separating the two of you right now. You needed to be close, to feel his body close to yours. Even if he was feverishly warm and a little too sticky with sweat to be comfortable, you wanted him pressed against you.

So without breaking the kiss, you slipped a band between your bodies to unbutton your jeans. Chan pulled his pelvis away from yours for a few seconds to allow you to slip them over your hips and begin to push them down your legs. You kicked your legs, using your feet to push the jeans down the rest of the way and off of your body entirely. There was a small thud as Chan used his own foot to nudge them over the lip of the mattress and onto the floor.

“You taking anything else off?” He asked, hand already snaking around your back to rest upon your bra clasp. You nodded and within a few seconds, he was pulling the item away from your body and flinging it across the room. “That's more like it. Now we’re back to normal, hm?”

“Right,” you smiled, “back to normal.”

#seventeen oneshot #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #svt fic #svt scenarios #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #dino x reader #dino fluff

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askinkiskarma · 1 year ago

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴠ - ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ

pairing: neteyam x avatar!reader

➽ a/n: this is for my bae @pandoraslxna, so happy to have u back pookie, you are such a star and ilyssssm :((( <3

➽ words: 700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

“This is stupid. We both know I’m never going to get better at this.” A huff of exasperation left your lips as you steadied another arrow in the large bow that still felt too large, too heavy, too… weird in the hands of your newly acquired Avatar. You were tired and cranky, annoyed and despondent after hours upon hours of training that wasn’t getting any easier, of muscles that were getting increasingly tighter and more knotted with each passing second. Neteyam was a good teacher. An excellent teacher, but even he couldn’t seem to get through to you, to make you better. It’s been days and with no improvement, and even though he wasn’t saying it, both of you were starting to lose hope.

“Shut your pretty mouth, yawne. I basically taught Lo’ak how to shoot, and if I can teach him, I can teach anyone.”

The order and quiet command said through smirking lips stilled you in your spot. You couldn’t say it, not when your friendship would be jeopardised as a result, but you might fare better with another person to look over you. Because Neteyam, well… it was hard to focus with him circling you, looking at your body from every angle, studying it, touching you over and over again so your form improved, pressing your body against yours to show you the correct way with his own… it was too much, too soon - it was enough to set your every nerve ending alight and send pulses of untamed electricity up and down every inch of you.

You shifted your stance a little - you had to, to accommodate for the growing heat in your core, for the way you were dripping in slick from being around him all day. He didn’t like that, a little tsk of disapproval barely audible as he took note of how tight together your legs were all of a sudden.

“Come on now, we’ve been over the stance for hours a few days ago. Are you trying to be difficult? Come on, yawne: open your legs for me.” A gentle pat on your bare bum was enough to elicit a small moan from your unsuspecting mouth, the gesture so intimate and enticing, it made your mind spiral with thoughts Eywa would frown upon hearing, thoughts that made your already wet loincloth damp.

You closed your eyes in dismay and embarrassment - what were the chances he didn’t hear that?

“Well, well, well… I see how it is. It turns out all this time you just needed a… tougher hand. Who would have thought, tawtutetsyip?”

You want to curse and cry, you want to hide in shame and you thank whatever gods you can still remember from all the lessons Norm gave you that, at the very least, he was facing away from you, so you can’t notice the smug look on his face, the way you could the amused tone of his voice.

“I can smell you. So needy.”

One of his hands takes a hold of your shoulder, seemingly keeping you in place while his other hand moves away from you before making contact with your ass again, this time harder, the force almost knocking you forward, if it wasn’t for his unrelenting grip on your aching, desperate, longing body. The sting is intense and overwhelming, but so, so good and you lean back unwittingly against his broad, muscular chest, your head falling in the crook on his neck. You’re panting now, the sensation overload too overbearing to allow you the comfort of your normally sound thoughts, and you know you might regret this, you know when the high comes crashing down the consequences might break your bones, but you don’t care, not right now, now while his breath is fawning over the side of your face, his melodic, deep, husky voice whispering in your ear.

“Be a good girl and take the shot for me, and I’ll indulge you all night long. How’s that sound, huh, yawne?”

taglist: @pandoraslxna @sulieykte @blue-slxt @eywaeveng @neteyamsikran @elenamoncada-ibarra @spicymayyo @itsjazzsworld @daddysmurfslefttoenail @eyrina-avatar @iameatingmyhair @hadesbabygurl

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 months ago

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Ok so, I love all the shorts you post on here, you are building up a background of Competent Officer but Emotionally Stunted Price and Emotionally Intelligent and Badass Nik. Cool, fabulous.

But I've got to ask; what is Nik's sore spot?

With the extra decade it does make sense that he is more sure of himself and his relationships generally but you did touch on it with the body image/food one and mentioned it in passing with the how they met bit. Does the age gap get to him sometimes? All the loud machines (and guns) is he worried about his hearing going?

Or, his English is pretty good but does he sometimes get lost with fast speakers/strong accents?

What about something more silly? Is he fine with spiders but gets freaked out by daddy long legs (like me)? Is he wildly afraid of moths? Is he fine with big injuries but if he get a papercut is it the end of the world? Does he suffer terribly from Man Flu?

On a more domestic note, what irritates Price about him? I mean, no one is perfect right?

Does he always leave the bathroom in a state? Do all the broken noses mean he snores like a bear with a head cold (admittedly that might apply to Price as well)? Is he like my Dad and has very strong opinions on adverts and regularly go on rants about how the ad has nothing to do with the product? Does he like Marmite and Price hates it (or vice versa)?

Some excellent questions. I think Nik's weaknesses or vulnerabilities are tied up with his strengths, which I know sounds weird, but hear me out:

- This man is mad intelligent. He speaks eight languages, he canonically can fly pretty much anything (from what I've seen). He was significant enough in knowledge and skills for MI6 to go for him twice. Weakness: his intelligence can sometimes make him coldly logical. Look at how he didn't even blink twice at terrifying Butcher's family; I think that feeds well into Price's ruthlessness. He cares deeply about those he loves, but if you're not "his"? He won't even blink when pulling the trigger if it will help meet his goals.

- Linked to the above, he values his physical strength and his intellect. They make him worth something and he doesn't feel he has any intrinsic worth just as Nik. (Overbearing and demanding Soviet General father made it clear Nik needed to earn his place in the world.) If he feels they are declining or lessening, this is going to throw him through a loop. Big time. (Well noted from the food ficlet.)

- I think he was hugely, perhaps even suicidally, depressed when he turned informant. That conflict of loyalty and morality would have been difficult for his mind to process. I think that explains his apparently unflinching loyalty to Price and Laswell. In his eyes, they saved his life by giving him a purpose. (Nik you stupid fuck you literally set up Chimera and you're a hugely wealthy arms dealer off your own back wtf mate.) Nik never really had time to heal from that, he papered over it and got on with the job. I think as he settles down with Price, he will need to go to therapy. A lot of it.

- He is untidy (not unclean) at home. Laundry on the floor by the basket, never puts books away, gets fixated on a project at the expense of other things. It's like he left the military and his psyche rebelled against the bits he hated the most. Price can't compute how he can be so clinical at work and yet a complete clusterfuck at home. The garage is full of vehicles and appliances he disassembled and never put back together. Man's lucky he's dynamite in bed.

Nik is a "good" man in so far as he can be in a morally grey position. I write him with Price, through Price's lens, so we see "hero protagonist Nik" because that's who he is to/with Price. However, I do have a little ficlet tucked away when a jealous Ghost confronts him in Paris, and he tells Ghost, "If you take a shot, boy, you better not miss, because it will not happen again", and Ghost realises just why Price chose this man as his life partner. He's exactly the same level of ruthless.

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samuraionyourmom · 2 days ago

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The omegaverse soukoku brainrot has consumed me, so here's some more stuff about that. Specifically, mating bites since @kyryedb commented and got me thinking about it.

Chuuya was the was who brought the topic of mating bites up first when they were had settled down into this weird they have, and Dazai immediately booked it out the door and didn't talk to him for a week. They eventually get back to speaking terms, but Chuuya definitely doesn't bring it up again after how badly Dazai had freaked out last time. However, Dazai gets to thinking about it.

He's always had a love-hate thing going on with mating bites as he does with all of his omega traits. He's always secretly longed to have one, the physical embodiment that would show that he's something to be desired with permanence. A mating bite would be the ultimate proof that he hasn't lost everything that would make him a "good omega," that he's still worthy of someone's love and devotion, so much so that they're willing to permanently mark him and let everyone else see their love for him.

On the other hand, it would make him feel trapped. What if the alpha he ends up mating with becomes abusive or ends up worse than he thought? You can't undo a mating bite. Worse, he would have a harder time resisting their commands due to the nature of the bite. He can't afford to give up on that kind of control. Plus, he doesn't need a stupid mark on his neck to be considered a whole person, despite what some bigots might say. He's Dazai Osamu, dammit.

But after a while... the thought of having Chuuya's bite on his neck doesn't sound so bad. The longer Dazai thinks about it, the more accustomed to it becomes. He weighs the pros and cons, and... actually finds himself longing for it more than he dreads it. So he tries to seduce Chuuya into doing it because why the hell would he do something reasonable, like asking for the things he wants. Preposterous. (He's getting better at it, I promise. It's just a slow process).

He tries wearing shirts that are loose around the neckline that shows off his neck, which are bare from their bandages for once (gasp! So scandalous!). He tries wearing perfume that is marketed as irresistible to alphas since his own scent is so unnoticable due to his overuse of blockers and suppressants. He tries building his nest on Chuuya's bed instead of his usual hiding spots. He tries acting like what he thinks an omega should, but it does little more than irritate Chuuya, who has know clue what's going on because of course he doesn't. You never told him anything, Dazai! He can't actually read your mind!

Chuuya's lack of reaction, or worse, annoyance, discourages Dazai, and like the miscommunication king that he is, assumes that this means that Chuuya doesn't and could never want him as a mate. That is until said redhead confronts the omega and asks just what the hell is going on. Dazai breaks down and tells him everything, woefully mourning the fact that Chuuya would NEVER want him like he wants Chuuya.

Chuuya's just like: are you fucking kidding me? Of course you pull this shit. For a genius, you really are stupid. If you wanted to be mates, you could've just asked. I thought you hated the idea with how you ran off last time which is why I didn't bring it up!

As I've said, Chuuya wants to protect those he cares about, almost to the point of being overbearing if he's not kept in check. Throughout their partnership, he's thought about the idea of being mates with Dazai a lot. He desires to be the one that can help Dazai cut through the difficult shit in his troubled mind and offer him some sense of comfort. He really likes the idea, but since how horribly it went over the first time, there's no way he's bringing that up again. Hearing that Dazai went through all of these hoops to try and get him to bite him instead of just talking to him about it is incredibly frustrating. Not to say that Chuuya is the master of communication. He continuously puts the needs of others before his own. They're both idiots (affectionate).

Finally, though, they manage to figure things out and give each other that much-longed for mating bite, matching marks of the love and devotion they have for each other. A promise to always care for the other, even when things get tough. Like when Chuuya steals all of the blankets like the thieving little slug that he is! Why does he need so many blankets when he's so tiny and already hot enough to put a space heater to shame? Truly the worst alpha ever! Neglect! Abuse!

#bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #soukoku #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #omega dazai #alpha chuuya #omegaverse #my idiots <3 #i don't have a specific time frame of when exactly they do become mated #it could be in their teens or in their twenties #it doesn't really matter #they're always dumb enough to do this kind of thing

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my-own-worst-critic-arina · 5 months ago

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Prove it.

Gojo satoru x reader

Storyline - Gojo is your brother’s best friend. Things take an interest turn when your parents and brother are away.

Warning - this contains indecent language and smut.

Is it possible to cut your own ears off and still live?

I mean, it sounds likely. Maybe I should google that right after I murder my brother and his idiot of a best friend.

It’s 1:00am on a Wednesday, and these two fools choose to play Slim Shady by Eminem at the highest possible volume there is on the speaker. How do I know it’s the highest volume?

That’s because if it got any louder, my eardrums would explode.

I tried to ignore it. I did everything I could to avoid having to go into my brother's room, not because I was scared of my brother; why would I be? I could always tell my parents when they got back from their trip. I’m my dad’s first daughter, so of course dad would be on my side. After that, I’ll shed some tears, and boom, I’ll have mom on my side. It’s too easy, honestly.

The actual reason I was avoiding going into my brother's room is far more complex. May I introduce to you my brother's best friend, Gojo satoru, also known as the Bain of my existence.

Satoru, or Satan’s son, as I call him, has been my brother's best friend from the time they were born until now, and in my brother's eyes as well as those of my parents and everyone else's, Gojo satoru can do no wrong.

Which is highly incorrect. Gojo is an arrogant, supercilious, overbearing, bossy prick. I could go on, but for the sake of time, I won't, and the worst part of it all is that I seem to be the only person on the planet who thinks this.

Does that mean I’m wrong and satoru might be a decent human being?

No, of course not; it just means everyone else is stupid, and I’m the only one who can see through his whole nice guy act.

There you have it folks, the grand introduction of Satan’s firstborn.

Suddenly the music stopped, only to start again, this time playing It’s Friday by Rebecca Black.

…..

Oh hell no!

That’s it, anymore of this, and I will actually cut off my ears regardless of whether I live or not. And with that, I marched my way to my brother's room.

I don’t even bother knocking; I just open the door and walk right in, though I wasn’t expecting that, mostly because my brother always locks his door. That’s a little weird, I thought. As I look around the room, My brother was nowhere in sight, but I did see a very hot-looking body lying on his bed, with headphones on.

You . have. got to. be. fucking. kidding. me.

Without wasting any time, I walked straight up where the demon's head rested on the pillow, and I yanked the headphones off of him. His eyes instantly opened, and he began yelling at me, like a mad man. It was hard to make out what he was saying, but I’m guessing it was something along the lines of “what the fuck is your problem?” and “where did you even come from?”

After a few minutes, the dork finally realized I couldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying because of the stupid music.

He jumped off of the bed, walked over to the speaker, and, thank the Lord God, turned it off.

Wow, I never knew silence could feel this good; however, it didn’t last long.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“You know what I mean, don’t be a smartass," said the son of Satan as he made his way to me.

“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass like you,” I said, giving him the death glare, which he of course returned.

If looks could kill, I would be at least 8 feet under

I finally decided to speak since it looked like he wasn’t going to do anything other than stare at me as if he could just snap my neck any second now.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked

“Suguru went out with shoko, they won’t be back for tonight. Shoko’s parents are out of town,” he replied.

“So then, why are you here?”

“None of your business,” he replied, as if I were being a pest to him.

“It is when you are blasting music at 1 in the morning on a Wednesday.”

“So what if it’s Wednesday?”

“I have school tomorrow,” I replied. At this point, I am still fuming, and he isn’t making it better.

“And your point is? When me and your brother were in high school, we partied any day of the week, and you’re tripping over some music? Huh, you really are boring,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes.

“I’m not “tripping” and I’m not boring,” I replied firmly. Well, as firmly as I could. It’s not easy to focus when his eyes are so distracting. Oh, did I forget to mention satoru happens to be extremely hot? He seems to be God’s favorite for some reason.

I was so distracted, I almost didn’t hear when he said

“You are right. you’re just a prude who doesn’t know how to have fun.”

What did he just say?

“Excuse me, I’m not a prude, and I know how to have fun more than you do.”

He starts laughing. The fucker throws his head back and starts laughing as if I just told him the funniest joke ever.

How fucking dare he

I’m not a prude.

I know how to have fun.

He’s just an asshole.

I glare at him, and he finally stops laughing and looks at me.

He then says, “Oh yeah, prove it.”

Without thinking, I replied, “How?”

He smirks at me, grabbing my hand and sending shivers up my arm as he drags me out of my brother's room and into mine.

He sits on my bed so that his back rests on the frame.

“Are you sure you want to prove it?”

I nod my head.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Satoru ”

“Good girl, now fucking strip. Do it slowly.

I looked at him in shock before I began to slowly undress. I never thought I had a sub-bone in my body, but yet here I was stripping naked in front of my brother's best friend and listening to his every command.

I had to admit that it felt good to be told what to do in such a demanding yet incredibly sexy way.

Once I was completely naked, I finally looked up to see him staring at me with lustful eyes. I also noticed the impressive bulge in his pants. But before I got the chance to stare, he spoke.

“Come here and straddle my thigh now.”

I lower my head as I walk to him, then slowly straddle his right thigh.

He grabbed my jaw with one hand, forcing me to look up at him. He placed his other hand on my hip.

“Kiss me,” he said.

I sat up a bit so I could place a soft kiss on his lips.

“What the fuck was that? Kiss me like you mean it, like you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days,” he said as if I had insulted him.

So I kissed him again, this time I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint; it was warm and soothing, but at the same time rough and dominant.

I felt like I was on cloud 9. I never thought kissing could feel this good.

I could still taste the sweet peppermint flavor on my lips even after he had started trailing butterfly kisses from the top of my neck to my breasts.

“Grind yourself on my thigh.”

He said as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other. Still keeping a firm hand on my hip, he helped me move myself onto him.

I couldn’t help but moan; it just felt so good.

“That’s it, princess. Moan for me. Let me know how desperate you are for me to fill you,” he said in a husky tone.

With that, I moan again. Moving my hips against his jeans felt like heaven. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside me.

I suddenly realized I was naked while he was fully clothed.

“Aren’t you taking your clothes off?” I ask

"Patience, baby, don’t rush. Just relax and let me make you feel good,” he replied as he delivered a spank to my ass.

I moaned at the sensation.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like when I spank you like a little slut.”

I don’t reply. I’m too caught up in the pleasure of grinding myself onto him.

He spanks me again. this time harder

“Answer me”

“Yes! I like it when you spank me.”

“That’s my good little slut,” he whispers sweetly in my ear, as if he isn’t degrading me, not that I’m complaining.

I started grinding faster as I felt a tingling feeling of ecstasy, and before I knew it, I was screaming satoru’s name as came on his jeans-covered thigh.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to,” he whispered in my ear as I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to ride out my orgasm.

I kept my head on his shoulder while I tried to stabilize my breathing.

Gojo placed a sweet kiss on my head.

“Don’t get tired on me now, sweetheart. we’ve only just started,” he said in a soft tone.

“I’m not tired. I was just giving you some time to catch your breath.”

“If you say so, break time up. Take my clothes off,” he says as he gets up from bed and stands beside it.

I slowly hop out of bed and begin to take off his clothes one after the other, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

As I’m about to take off his boxer, he stops me, grabbing me by the neck and kissing me. The kiss is full of pure dominance. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled away, allowing me to catch my breath. Resting his forehead on his mind, he says, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

That makes me smile. “I want to do something for you." I tell him as I place my hands on his chest.

“You don’t have to,” he said firmly.

“I want to,” I replied.

I kiss his chest and work my way down, leaving hickeys as I go. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, looking up at him.

I removed his boxer, freeing his massive cock. I have to say I’m impressed.

He had to be about 10 inches...

I placed a soft kiss on the tip, then

I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, once again placing a kiss on it.

“Stop teasing me,” he groaned.

“You can’t make me,” I replied.

“I can’t?“ he mockingly asks as he grabs my hair, pushing my head forward so that I take all of his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck,” he moans.

I started I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down while my hand played his balls. I did this until I decided to try something a bit different.

I stroked his dick with my hands as I sucked on his balls.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so well.”

After a while, I go back to sucking on his dick, this time bobbing my head faster.

I moaned at the taste of his precum on my tongue.

"Aghh, fuck that feels amazing; you’re going to make me cum,” he says in a rough voice.

Satoru uses his hold on my hair to guide me, pushing my head down until I gagged, then letting me up for a split second before pushing me down again.

He moaned my name, pulling my hair back, making me look up at him as he came into my mouth.

"Swallow,” he said, looking into my eyes.

all the while. Maintaining eye contact with him, I swallowed his cum.

“That’s a good girl. you look so fucking good on your knees for me. I want to taste you,” and with that, he lifted me by my thighs and placed me on the bed. He kissed me passionately before moving downward, placing butterfly kisses from my neck to my hip. He then started to bite and suck the inside of my thighs, all while maintaining eye contact with me. Teasing bastard.

"Please,” I begged.

"No,” he paused, thinking before he said

“If you want it, you’re going to beg like you need it.”

“Please satoru. Please touch me. I need it so bad, please,” I said, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Hmm, how can I say no to that?”

He hooks his hands around my thighs, pinning me down onto the bed.

Finally breaking eye contact with me to look down in between my thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy, I haven’t started yet, and look at how fucking wet you are.”

He leans in and licks up my slit.

I pushed my hips forward against his face.

He pinches my clit “bad girl.”

“Good girls wait and take what is given to them. you want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He asked as he rubbed my clit.

"Yes, satoru” he said, nodding at me before devouring me like a starving caveman.

“Fuck, you taste incredible, baby. you’re going to make me addicted to you.”

When he started sucking my clit automatically, my legs began shaking. I was pretty sure if it weren’t for his hold on them, they would have collapsed.

I started to feel a familiar sensation creeping slowly towards the climax.

I screamed his name as I came on his tongue.

“What a magnificent sound, I just want to hear it again and again and again.” He said this as his eyes slowly trailed from my eyes down to my legs.

“I need to feel you wrap around me,” he said as he moved so that we were in a missionary position.

His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place, looking into my eyes as if asking for permission.

I nodded my head.

“My girl, you’re so beautiful,” he says. As he rammed into me with one powerful thrust, he moved his hands so that one was pressing down on my lower stomach while the other he used to grab on to my neck, giving it a squeeze every few seconds.

“Come on, rub your clit for me like the dirty little slut you are.”

Follow his orders. I started rubbing my clitoral area, and gosh, it felt amazing.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

I once again nodded, too caught up in pleasure to speak.

"Yeah, I fucking bet it does.”

He persists in thrusting in and out of me, making me see stars.

“Fuckkk…… You’re so fucking tight.”

Hearing him moan and whimper in my ear because of how good I felt around him was the hottest thing in the world.

“I’m so close, baby; I want to come with you.”

He continued to thrust into me, this time hitting my cervix, causing me to scream out a loud moan as we came together.

We just stayed like that, connected together, looking into each other’s eyes. He slowly pulled himself out of me and readjusted us so I was lying on his chest as he moved his fingers up and down my spine. About 15 minutes passed before satoru lifted me up bridal style and walked towards the bathroom, where we took a relaxing shower together.

I felt like I was in heaven and couldn’t stop admiring him as he took care of me, gently washing me clean and then placing a kiss on my forehead when he was done.

After the shower, I put on his t-shirt and a fresh pair of pants while he wore his boxer. Satoru once again lifts me and gently places me on the bed.

He laid his head on my chest and positioned his legs in between mine. Reaching his hands down, he started to massage my thighs.

“You know, I never truly hated you. I just needed to tell myself that because the truth is, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were on my mind day and night, yet you seemed to not even care that I existed, so I started to annoy you as a way to get your attention. To be honest, I even bullied you a bit, but I promise you, I never did anything with the intention of hurting you. I would never hurt you. You’re mine; always was and always will be.”

“And what about you? Are you mine?” I asked. The truth is, I had a crush on satoru when I was younger, but I thought he was out of league and would never go for someone like me. It hurt to know that, and when he started to be an arrogant asshole towards me, it just made it so much easier to hate him.

“I’m yours," he said, moving his head so he was now looking up at me. He continued, "y/n/n), you fucking own me. I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and nothing is ever going to change that. Go on a date with me, please. I promise, if you give me a chance, I'll try my hardest and be the best fucking boyfriend there ever was, because that’s how much I love you.

I love you, ( y/n ), with all my heart and soul.”

I smiled as I replied, “I love you too, toru, to the moon and back again, and yes, I will go on a date with you.”

He smiles back at me and then kisses me. This kiss was different; it felt passionate and soothing.

Everything about this moment was perfect, and I never wanted it to end.

Author note: Thank you for reading my honey bunches of oats✨💜

See you in the next post.

#gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk satoru #satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #satoru smut

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otterlyfoolish · 11 months ago

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Diverging Tracks

(Chihiro Rokuhira x GN!Reader)

Warning: Probably OOC

Tags: Childhood friends, Oneshot, Fluff

Word Count: 4k

Summary:

He didn't expect to find an old friend on the train. At first, he was afraid of being pulling into a barrage of questions regarding the scar on his face, but something makes him realises that probably won't be happening.

…When on Earth did they go blind?

If you prefer reading on Ao3, here's a link!

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A/N: …I want this fandom to grow bigger, so I'm throwing this "x reader" out as a contribution (It is the only type of fanfiction I write currently) Uh, Tenoi.

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The train station moved with the kind of hustle and bustle you'd get for a train going to a smaller sized city nearby Tokyo. Enough to make you more cautious than usual, but not enough to actually cause any problems. It was mostly just families on day trips travelling in the afternoon - no businessmen or students milling about the place.

Not that it would be too much of an issue for Chihiro anyways, he weaves through the crowd without much hesitation, smoothly making it past the little groups that's formed near the entrance of the train, the passengers languidly making it on and off the platforms. He swiftly found a seat in a empty carriage next to a window.

He leans his head back on the plush seat, turning his red eyes to face the window, staring past his reflection and onto the people milling about the station. With his right arm draped across his sword, pressing it firmly against his chest, he felt relaxed enough to not bother looking over to see the newcomer onto the train carriage.

"Sir? Ma'am?" The sound of shoes clacking against the wooden floorboards stopped right next to him. The person next to him took a small pause, as if trying to locate where he was before speaking again. "…Excuse me, Ma'am? Or sir?"

Chihiro looked up from his seat. Then he froze on the spot - his red eyes fixated on the person standing next to his seat with a polite smile.

Why were you here?

His mouth gaped for a moment, trying to think of what to say to you.

What were the chances of this happening naturally? Should he be suspicious? This wasn't a set up, was it?

…Though, looking up at you, his worries was somewhat laid to rest. Your face had the same polite smile he remembers so fondly. Lips ever so slightly curled at the edges, enough to make it seem like you were happy to see the other person, but not enough to seem overbearing in any way. You were a terrible liar - it always showed on your face - you were so bad, in fact when his father wanted to throw him a surprise birthday party, you practically gave it away with how weirdly you acted the whole day, trying to keep him from going back home. So if there was a issue, he'd probably be able to tell.

"If you don't mind, could you do me a favour?" You asked contuining your line of thought, now sensing that he was paying attention to you, your eyes still kept closed. Weird. Maybe you were up to something. Also you called out for "ma'am". There wasn't much about him that he would say earned him that title instead of "sir".

…Are they really up to something?

"…Sure." He responded. Well. You could also be trying to play a stupid joke on him again. The scar on his face was on the side opposite you - meaning that there was a chance that you haven't seen it. In fact, maybe you just haven't recognised him altogether. It has been a few years. Besides, he doubts he was your best friend at the time. At best he was… probably number three or something.

"Great! Thank you so much." You smiled at him, the curve of your lips becoming a little bit more noticeable. "Could you tell me if this is a 1000 yen note, or a 2000 one?" You ask, showing him the bill. "Usually, I can tell, but this bill is a little old and crumpled. It's a bit harder…"

He glances between you and the currency in your hands before asking the first question that came to mind when you asked for that favour. "…Can't you just look at it?"

There was another moment of silence as you seemed to let the question sink in the air. Something you did when you were trying not to offend the other by thinking of an appropriate response, but also wanted to subtly show disapproval for whatever reason. (It actually took him a while to figure this out until you just told him outright why you took your time answering sometimes.)

"…Sir, I'm blind." You reply back, your happy smile returning back to the polite one before.

His eyes widen, pupils almost frantic looking on any indication on your face that you were perhaps lying or maybe even something to tell him that you were blind. At the sound of his silence, you shifted your feet back and forth a little, waiting for any kind of response from him. Shit. You really weren't lying.

"Sorry." He clears his throat. His mind still running a mile a minute. When did they go blind? Is it sickness? Were they ill? "It's a 1000 yen note."

"…Ah. Okay." You nod back at him in response, almost a little disappointed at his answer, but it still doesn't faze your smile. "Well, thank you…!" You say, forcing your polite tone to come back, but when you turn away from him and go to sit probably a couple seats in front of him, you sigh to yourself, shoulders slumping as you clutched the bill in your hands.

…Chihiro knows that he should leave you alone. It's been too long since the two of you last met, making it awkward to strike up a conversation, not that he's ever really the type to do that to begin with, but still. He also doesn't want to answer any questions you might have regarding what happened. Dead dad. Essentially homeless. How do you say you've turned to a life of vengeance against one of the strongest group of sorcerers to your childhood friend while also on a quest retrieving the enchanted blades that ended the war? Oh yeah, you don't.

So the words that come out of him next isn't really words that came from his mind, and more so from instinct. "…What's wrong?" You weren't the type to talk about your problems unless prompted, so he was used to having to watch you carefully if you wanted to talk about anything in the past. Which was difficult, since he didn't get many chances to hang out with kids his age (basically none), so he wasn't exactly trained for those situations. Thankfully, it wasn't often, but he just made it a habit to ask you that every few weeks when it seemed like you were being too quiet.

"…Uhm… Well. I think…" You trailed off, turning your head back to face him. He wonders if you did this more for his comfort rather than yours - you didn't need to bother to turn around to see him anymore since you, y'know, can't see. "I think… the person that sold me my lunch didn't give me the correct change…? I gave them ¥5000, and the lunch was ¥3000, so I should get ¥2000 back, right? Not ¥1000?" You ask, as if there was actually any doubt in the amount of money you should have gotten.

…Of course, they got ripped off so easily. Actually, this might have worked on them even if they could still see.

A very short mental battle took place in his mind before he continues speaking. "…Was it the vendor right outside the train?" He asks, seeing you still depressed over the missing money.

"Yeah, you should avoid going there if you're getting lunch I guess…" You say, folding the bills and turning them back into your wallet with a sigh. "M'sure it's just a mistake, but…"

This was his second failure - when he couldn't just pull himself out of the conversation and leave. Just shut up. Or sit even further away from you. Or go to another carriage - fucking rebook his train if he had to and phone Mr. Shiba that he was getting a later train. But no.

"…Give me your receipt." He says, getting up and outreaching his arm to you. "I'll talk to them."

Strangely enough, you seemed to expect it from him. You didn't even question him, rummaging into your wallet to find it, until you pulled out the little slip of paper. "…Remember, it's just 1000 yen. It's probably a mistake."

"Hm." He hums back, taking the little slip of paper from you. When you offered it over to him, you raised your hand way too low down for him to naturally take - what, did you think he was that short? If he was still a teenager, maybe it would be acceptable, but since he's grown, he had a stretch his hand down to take it from you. "Okay. I'll be back."

You gave him a nod in response, not quite facing the correct height of where his face was, but he accepted it all the same.

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When he comes back with the money, his feet barely need an instruction to go and find you, his boots purposely making more noise than usual as if to purposely alert you to his presence. It'd be somewhat scary for someone's voice to just suddenly appear right next to you, if you couldn't see, right? He's just being polite.

It seems like it worked, considering you tilted your head over to the direction he was coming from, only now you had sat in the spot opposite where he was sitting. Before you did, you weren't looking at the window like other passengers would while waiting, instead, you had just angled your head to face downwards at a slight decline, as if you were faking sleeping.

As he walks over, he realised that he could have just run off with the money and left you waiting on the train for nothing. His ticket could be used anytime, just as long as it was for this train.

…They haven't changed very much, huh?

"Here." He says, offering out the money to you, but realised that you couldn't pinpoint where exactly he was holding it out. "…Put your hand out."

"Oh!" You replied, lifting your head up in a excited manner and putting your palms upside out for him to place the bills on. "Did you get any money back?" You ask, the question basically redundant considering he said to put your hands out - clearly he had something to give you.

"Yeah." He says, tucking it into the crook of where your thumb met your palm. "2000 yen." He firmly presses his thumb into the flesh of your palm as he tucks it in, as if making a point somehow. Perhaps the point he wanted to non-verbally convey was "don't let this happen again."

But all you got out of it was a ticklish feeling apparently because you let out a small chuckle at the sensation before you gave him a hum of approval, your fingers finding their way over to the braille marks on the bill only to realise what it was. "…I only needed ¥1000 to make it the correct amount."

It wasn't exactly a mistake - he just asked the person running the counter about the receipt, and they handed over the money without much else prompting. It seemed that they realised what he was even going to ask before he finished his sentence. Even so, he can't exactly find it within him to be apologetic for his actions (or inaction?), they played ignorant first to a blind person first - and so he lets out all that he could be bothered to in response. "…Hm."

And like perfect timing, the train doors shut and the click and clack of the wheels could be heard moving the vehicle along the tracks. Even though Chihiro was standing upright, he was barely fazed by the sudden acceleration of the vehicle, still standing there waiting for your reaction.

"…Well, nothing can be done about it now." You say, laughing it off as you slip the bill into your wallet, the slip of paper making it just marginally thicker than before. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

…Carefree as always.

Since the conversation seemed to reached it's natural end, he flicked his eyes from you to the train carriage's reflection, looking at the other available seats around you.

He debated sitting in another section, he doesn't want to get found out who he is by talking to you any longer. Sure, his voice has gotten deeper since last time he spoke to you, but who knows if you could pick on on the subtle lifts and falls unique to his voice. His father said he spoke completely monotone, but you said that he always betrayed what he was thinking with the tone of his voice. Maybe you were lying to him back then.

He can't be sure, he took everything at face value when it was from you. There was no reason to doubt you, ever.

…And just like that, he realised that was all the more reason he needed to separate himself from you.

Just as his boot takes a step away from you, you let out a quiet 'oh!'

The sound makes him stop in his tracks turning back to look at you once more, his red eyes scanning you to see what was the problem now. "I'm sorry, you were sitting here before, weren't you? I can find another seat," you say, getting to your feet and taking a step away from the little section of seats before you were stopped.

"…You can sit there." He says, his voice quieter than before. you could probably tell that he was still standing by following the direction of your voice.

"What about you? I don't want to intrude." You responded politely as ever with the same disarming smile. It was the same way you treated him the first few times the two of you met. While he could appreciate the nostalgia, he doesn't want it.

"You're not intruding," he says, and he walked over to the same spot by the window he was in earlier and placed himself down, this time though, he placed Enten leaning against his chest as if he needed something to weigh himself down in the moment and not just leave.

There was a moment of silence - he could only imagine what you were thinking. Did you figure out who he was? Were you about to leave yourself and ignore him? Maybe you didn't want to sit near him at all. "…Okay." You responded, and sat in the seat opposite him, hands in your lap.

For a second he was almost startled that you chose to stay. He didn't want you to be near him, yet he didn't like the idea that you could sense something undesirable about him to not sit near him. There's a part of him that wants that image of his younger to maintain it's current status in your eyes even if he wouldn't benefit.

He nodded back, and turned his face to look out the window, gazing out at the view in front of him, watching the trees turn into rows and rows of houses. It didn't take him long for him to be bored of the sight and turned to you, glancing over for just a split moment. And in that tiny segment of time, he realised that you were also leaning your head towards the window, seemingly peering out the same view he was. "…I thought you were blind."

You laughed at him before you spoke, a short but real laugh, making him think that what he said was utterly ridiculous for a second. "That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the feeling of the sun on me. It's a nice day, today." You say, your soft laugh under your breath sounded like a wind chime to him. "It's rare for it to be this warm in this season. Besides, I'm not completely blind. I can somewhat see some coloured shapes and blurs. Though, even that is a little difficult sometimes."

He stares at you - perhaps you could feel the intensity of his stare as he did so, because you turned back to face him as you waited for what he wanted to say. He isn't quite sure how to phrase it for a moment, only examining your face carefully. He changes the question in his head a little to avoid suspicion."…Were you born blind?"

"Born? No, no." You shake your head as if it was obvious. He couldn't help but notice that you were slipping off that distant, but kind stranger act with him. "I've been like this for maybe two years? I turned blind after some sort of run in with a group of sorcerers."

"What."

"Ah, yeah! I know, right?" You say, nodding along to the sound of him gritting his teeth now - he was doing it quietly, but due to the fact you relied on your hearing more, you could pick up on his anger. "They were asking me for my money, and I told them I didn't have any change, so they blinded me with magic and then mugged me! Can you believe that? How rude! Just take one thing from me!"

Brushing away the fact you only considered them 'rude' and nothing else, he asked you another question. It seemed pretty typical of you to say, to be honest. "Do you have names?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. "Apparently a little gang of amateurs, since they couldn't even blind me fully." And with a huff from that final sentence, you slumped back into your seat.

"…I see." He said, my eyebrows still crossed, and the frown still evident on his face, but there was no point trying to hide that from you. His fingers tightened around Enten, clicking it against his other sword as he thought about what he could have-

"…I'm not even that upset about losing my money or even being blinded. You know what's the worst part?" You say, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he turns his eyes back over to you instead of the sheath of his blade.

He honestly doesn't know what more could be worse for the average person than losing one of your senses even if it's not fully. "Go on."

"I lost this… Thing, I don't actually know what it is, but it's like… This metal thing." You sigh slightly, turning your face away from him as if in embarrassment. "Keycharm? I don't know, but I always kept it in my wallet, in the little bit where you keep your coins."

"…You kept a bit of scrap metal in your wallet." He states, trying to confirm what you were trying to tell him. Did you pick up your old habit of collecting shiny-looking objects again? How many times does he need to tell you that if they're outside, it's filthy.

"It's not scrap." You huffed out almost immediately, but took your time getting to the next part. "It's… a gift." You say, then finally take your hands out of your lap, and start trying to motion out some shape out with them. "It's supposed to be spherical I think. It's hollow and there was something inside of it, like a little metal ball, and there's a slit in it. It's really quite small, so it's actually quite impressive. It's important, you know? It was given to me by my best friend."

Oh.

"A bell." He states, the words coming out of his mouth. As if he has to defend the dignity of his younger self and his skill level at the time. Though, looking back, there was a lot of things wrong with the design of his creation. Not that it matters, since he wasn't at the skill level to produce the things that he wanted anyways.

"…A bell?" You echoed, your voice light as you repeated his words. Even if you couldn't see right now, he could feel your gaze on him. Even if you couldn't see him, he felt the urge to turn his eyes away from you, avoiding eye contact.

"A… faulty bell." He says, again, realising that he couldn't turn back now. Besides you described what he gave you, he could theoretically, be bright enough to have pieced together what you couldn't from your description. "No?" He adds, trying to pretend that he was still a stranger even though he almost (or maybe he already has) exposed his identity to you.

He had given it to you after you said you wanted to be alerted to his presence whenever he got close to you. You were always lost in your own thoughts, and he wasn't a particularly loud child, so he would often startle you when he got close and started speaking to you. Really, it was barely a problem. You weren't scared to death, and you always just jolted then returned to normal after milliseconds of realising who he was. Even so, he didn't like that you reacted so strongly even if it was for less than a second to him. The solution he came to as a child - you'd put a bell on him and so you'd be alerted to every step he makes. Looking back, he wonders why he even came to that conclusion. Oh right.

It's because you said that the neighbourhood cat had a bell on its collar, and now it couldn't catch any birds to eat.

Possibly funny looking back. Before he's even made a sword, he made a bell. A bell to alert his only friend of his age range. And they didn't even know what it was, even so, they kept it for so long.

"…I see." You say, and you put your hand on the side of your face, a fond smile coming onto your lips as you thought about his answer. He hopes that you don't remember it all that well, but it seems that his wish is a fruitless one judging by your expression and your words. "How sweet."

Good. It seems like they haven't realised that it's me.

…Have I really changed that much?

Not thinking much on his thoughts anymore, he replies back. "…Sure." He simply puts, wanting to press for more details, but at the same time not wanting to give himself away. He doesn't like sweets, but he'll tolerate being compared to it if it's from you.

You let out a low chuckle at his response, smile growing wider.

Then, the train slowed down to a halt, a recorded voice coming out of the speakers as it pulled into the station and opened it's doors for the passengers to get off, to which a couple of people stepped off and a couple more got on, filling up the seats on the train.

The smile on your face returned to your neutral response, as you listened again to the recording as it repeated once more.

"…This is me." You say, motioning to the train station. His eyes only flicker over to the building before landing back on you. "This has been good."

…We only together sat for one stop.

"…Mhm." He hums, but he hopes that you can hear the acknowledgment in his tone. Knowing you, you probably did pick up on it, and probably more he wasn't aware of. You said you did - he'll just have to trust that. He can relearn to.

"I hope we'll cross paths again sometime in the future," You say your voice having a happy lilt to it as you waved goodbye to him. (To which he gave you a nod. It's only later he remembers that you couldn't even see his non-verbal farewell.) "Chihiro."

After he nods, not thinking a thing of it since the words sounded so natural to him, only looking at your figure as you navigated the station you got at hazily before you seemed to find your way. He blinks once. Then again. Finally processing what you said as you were out of sight now, and the train started moving again.

…Wait.

#Kagurabachi #chihiro rokuhira #chihiro rokuhira x reader #OtterlyFoolishWritings #hahaha yet again i write fic of a guy with red eyes & dark hair with a long trench coat & a thirst for revenge #x reader

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sethsclearwater · 2 years ago

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i am thinking heavily ab pregnant reader with paulxseth being so super sensitive to everything. sounds, smell, touch, you name it. like her being irritable and the boys having to work with her to calm her down so she doesn’t stress herself out.

"paul can you turn that off?" you groaned, dropping your head back dramatically as you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. paul was attempting to make you some pasta but neither of you realized how nauseating the smell of tomatoes was going to make you.

being pregnant was something you'd always wanted but you failed to realize just how hypersensitive it would make you.

"c'mere pretty girl," seth cooed, gently taking your hands in his to lead you out of the kitchen and into the living room so you could get some air.

you let out another loud groan when he grabbed your hands, "don't touch me, your hands feel weird." you whimpered, eyes welling with tears as you started to get overstimulated.

seth apologized as you walked into the living room, quickly heading over to the balcony with you so you could get outside for a few minutes of fresh air, "why don't you sit down while i go get a bath started for you, yea? that should help you relax a bit." seth suggested thoughtfully as he crouched down in front of you, being careful not to touch you as you sat down in one of the chairs.

you nodded, resting your hands on your growing baby bump, letting out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. "i'll be right back." seth cooed before heading inside to start a bath for you.

both boys had been a bit overbearing since they found out you were pregnant, always doing the absolute most to make sure you were relaxed and stress-free, always talking about how your stress wasn't good for the baby.

paul's familiar footsteps came a few moments later and you kept your eyes closed as he took a seat next to you, "you doin' okay princess?" he asked softly and you shook your head, letting out a heavy sigh as you opened your eyes to look at him.

his gaze softened when you looked at him, "i got rid of the pasta sauce if you wanna try the gnocchi without the sauce." he said softly and you nodded, a pout on your face as you tried to calm yourself down enough so you wouldn't burst into tears in front of him.

"you're doin' great princess." he cooed, "wanna get in the tub with seth? i can bring you your pasta in there." he offered and you nodded, taking his hand so he could help you up and lead you into the bathroom where seth was drawing a bath for you.

"hey pretty girl," seth cooed as he saw you, "i wasn't sure if you wanted any soap in there or not." he said softly as he held one of your favorite soaps in front of you, letting you smell it for a moment.

"that's fine." you murmured, cheeks a bright pink as you processed how ridiculous these stupid pregnancy hormones had you acting.

seth smiled at you before pouring some of the soap into the tub, "paul seriously giving you pasta to have in your bath?" seth asked teasingly and you nodded, letting out a soft giggle as you pulled your shirt off and seth helped you with your shorts and panties, quickly helping you into the tub.

you instantly felt better, the lavender soap calming your stress and anxiety, "can you..." you trailed off looked up at seth who nodded, knowing what you meant.

"get in with you?" he asked teasingly and you nodded, giggling when he quickly stripped out of his clothes and got in the tub behind you, allowing you to relax into his chest.

paul came in a few moments later with the promised bowl of pasta, handing it to you so you could eat, "he's not kicking too much is he?" paul asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the tub.

you shook your head as you took another bite of pasta, "not moving at all actually, think he's sleeping." you hummed, happy to finally get some food in you. the imprintees were notorious for having the same appetite as the boys during pregnancy and you were most definitely not an exception to this rule.

"that's good. you wanna go to bed after your bath? we can put on a movie if you want." seth suggested as he slid his hands around you to rest on your baby bump, gently rubbing circles against your bump with his thumb while he waited for your response.

you nodded, just happy to finally spend some quality time with your boys and get a break from the overstimulation you'd been dealing with all day.

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tallysgreatestfan · 26 days ago

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What is it about Uglies that makes it so prone to misinterpretation?

Originally planned this to be a tumblr post, this is why I have this as basically a script here, but then it became longer and longer and I finally decided to make a youtube video instead, which I will post in the tags later today too. It became so long it would not even fit into just one single post, which is something that never happened to me before. So this post will not even be the full script, but the second part will be added in a reblog.

If you, like me, were a fan of the book series even before the movie came out, or even just liked the movie and thought longer about it, you likely noticed this pattern too: People have bizarre takes about Uglies that are not actually supported anywhere in the text, and are very overbearing about it. Trying to monetize said bizarre takes is a bonus.

My last straw before finally giving in and writing this was a big Youtuber I don’t want to name because I don’t want to be harassed claiming that Uglies is anti-feminist because criticizing beauty culture is oppressive to feminine women. Which is not just such a weird interpretation of feminism, but also a misunderstanding of the actual messages of the book series and movie.

Not that the movie doesn't have flaws, I talked about them on my blog, but I am not talking about people hating it because of said flaws, or even just not vibeing with the story and the characters. I am talking about things that make you go "did we watch/read the same thing, where the hell did you even get that from?"

Also why do I write this analysis instead of actually debunking these takes? Well, have you ever tried to convince someone on the internet of something you knew was true and had proof it was true? Then you know that it is impossible and wasted time and energy. And I would rather spend that energy drawing or writing Tally/Shay, thank you.

(Background footage is me colorizing an expansion to that short fight between Tally and Dr. Cable in the third book, which fits well because they are the characters I see the most media illiterate takes to)

Biggest contributor: People desperately want to hate it. This has, in most places, nothing to do with the actual flaws the movie does have. It started well before anything about the movie other than there being a movie was released. This means they will chose the least flattering interpretation if there are several, and also not engage deeper with it

Main reason for this: Misogyny. YA dystopia is established as sci-fi for teen girls, so it can only be cringe, shallow and stupid, right? This is particularly visible on twitter with the most obvious misogynist language, but even on other sites you can see how these sentiments basically glow through the corners of what was said on the surface, since outside of twitter it is not socially acceptable to openly hate teenage girls.

Other main reason: It sounds arrogant, but there really is no other way to put it, than noticing that quite a lot of people don't really seem to grasp that YA dystopia is a genre. They see Hunger Games as the only real and valid example of the genre, and everything else is plagiarism, so it has to be bad and tearing it down is a moral obligation. You see that in how people call it Hunger Games copy cat, even if Uglies the book came out in 2005, before Hunger Games, and a future that is very obviously horrible, full of poverty, in which teens are forced to fight to the death, is quite different from an on first glance utopian future without poverty or war, in which everybody at sixteen without any visible cost to them gets plastic surgery, which only reveals itself to be horrible if you dig deeper. Yes, they both have teenage girls fighting a regime, but this is not enough to be plagiarism, that is genre similarities.

Uglies, coming out in 2005, was one of the very first YA dystopias ever, only predated by The Giver (Luis Lowry) and Shadow Children (Magaret Haddix) and so, despite never becoming as mainstream as Hunger Games, established the tropes the genre would use in the 2010s. This means that in 2005, these tropes were new and groundbreaking. However, since Uglies, due to a mix of being incredibly difficult to adapt, being not as mainstream and just coming too early, was only adapted after the genres boom, these same tropes now read as overdone and mainstream. I think changing details in the movie to make it as groundbreaking as the books would have been a good idea, IMO the best way would have either making Tally and Shays homoerotic undertones a canon romance or telling the story non-chronological from Tally, Shays and Dr. Cables perspectives. But it also is unfair to the story needing to change just because it was adopted later. We don't expect stories of other genres to always be subversive and brand new.

But also since it is from around five years before the genres main popularity, the way these tropes are used does differ from the way they would be used in later YA dystopias. Not enough to not feel the same, but enough to subvert expectations to be frustrating. It is from a different time but if you don't know that you expect it to be exactly like the 2010s YA dystopias and are disappointment.

Tally isn't a typical 2010s YA dystopia heroine, but she is just similar enough to look like one on the surface and to be a disappointment when she doesn't fulfill that role. She is an anti-hero, not to the degree as adult dystopia protagonists like Guy Montag or Winston Smith, but definitely not as heroic as Katniss Everdeen or Tris Prior too. She deeply believes into the system for most of the book/movie, is quite naive, quite self-focused and only close to the end gains any understanding of how the world actually works. The character who is the rebellious from the beginning, smart and brave teen girl is Shay, her best friend, and Shay drives the narrative, not Tally. Her flaws make her feel very human, but also aren't relatable to everybody, but specific consequences of the society she grew up in. They toned that down in the movie, presumably because Tally being unlikable was one of the biggest complains about the books even before the movie came out.

All of the characters, but especially Tally and Dr. Cable, are deeply formed by their environment. Their moral compass and priorities do not fully align with ours, because they come from a society that prioritizes different things. Scott Westerfeld does that in all of his works, and it’s fascinating. I love it. However, this seems another hard to grasp thing, that being taught differently and growing up differently, of course you think differently. I saw so many people complain about Tally being vain for panicking about not getting the surgery and letting herself be blackmailed with it. Which of course, in our society, not getting beauty surgery is a complete non-issue, because it is not normalized. But in this world, this is a huge part of their morality and expected trajectory in life, and not getting it is a social death sentence.

Now, it is frustrating to me because she is one of my favorite villains ever, but from just watching the movie I can understand where this comes from: Dr. Cable isn't exactly like the cliche suspicious middle aged woman ruler trope so typical for the later YA dystopias, and she isn't monodimensional either - but like Tally, she is close enough to the cliche that you wouldn't noticed that without deliberately paying attention. That most of her depth comes from the third book, where Tally is on her side for most of the story, and that denying her humanity to appear as just this monstrous, powerful figure, is part of her strategy, only plays into that. There are small cracks showing her as a private person; her sadistic humor as she makes sure all provisions Tally receives is exclusively SpagBol, or complaining about the silly architecture in New Pretty Town. She very much has a noble goal, and one of the scariest parts about this world is that it indeed feels better than our own. And she believes chipping away her own humanity and doing all these horrible things to, from her view, protect humanity, is morally right. It is all there, but it is subtle. Also not made better by the movie genuinely flattening the nuance of the book.

The biggest disadvantage the series has, even more than the horrendous timing, is in my opinion that you actively have to want to dig deeper to fully understand it. For most books and movies, if you understand the surface of it, you understand at least most of it. This is the way most people seem to engage with media. As I read Uglies for the first time, I remember not being particularly impressed with it at first, just thinking it was superficial and a bit too preachy. Only as I continued thinking about it, I understood details about the world and the characters and suddenly I realized that it did have depth and smart commentary and that I wanted to read it again. It fits to this world that is specifically designed to be surface level, with citizens conditioned to not think deeper, that the book would seem superficial and shallow at first too and only later reveal it's depth. The easiest example for that are the place names, Uglyville, New Pretty Town and so on, which many people complained are way too silly. However, if you remember that the vast majority of people in this society are altered to be easygoing and unimaginative and shallow, it makes sense that their place names would be surface level, obvious and silly too. I love it, but it does not work well with bigger audiences. Especially now that, muddling that point, the movie genuinely does have some moments where the worldbuilding was dumbed down - for the most parts, however, it still is like the books in that regard.

However the part of the message that is on the surface is quite blatant, making it easy to have a “wrong sense of security” about how deep it goes

[continued in reblog]

#Uglies #Uglies Netflix #Tally Youngblood #Shay Uglies #Dr. Cable #YA Dystopia #scifi #meta #Tally #Shay

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shuji this shuji you keep talking about tell me about shuji ♡ especially if it's a selfship

i wanna know

screaming into my pillow

SO HES THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! We met on a subway and apparently I piqued his interest and decided to muse me. So HE STARTED TALKING TO ME AND MY STUPID ASS PAID NO ATTENTION TO ANYTHING EXCEPT HIS STUPID VOICE AND HANDS- very subtle ikr.

AND AS IF TO HUMOUR ME HE STARTED TRACING CIRCLES ON MY KNEES AND THEN OFFERED TO WALK ME HOME COZ ITS DANGEROUS AT NIGHT spoken like a true gentleman.

So I ended up giving him my number and I never expected him to stay around because when shuji's interest is piqued, that means he won't even leave me unless I get boring- it sounds sad especially coz I have no humor and don't know the first thing abt making jokes or puns. BUT HE FINDS IT CUTE???

Idk he's so weird but I love him sm, he's so sweet to me, princess treatment is immaculate, my personal chauffeur, and my favorite snuggle buddy.

He was jealous of my cat at some point but she's now our daughter and if we ever break up he gets her on the weekends and wtv. BUT THATS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN

I just love him so much, he could be overbearing but I still love him and appreciate him, he's like a whole rollercoaster and he's lighting up my dull life yk

Sighhhhh, I wish he was real.

#I love shuji #Shuji my beloved #Giving him so many kisses #Bcs I love him sm #ᯓ ⁍ˎˊ˗˗˗˗˗ DARKROSE ، 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭

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Danny was insistent. She wanted to see the sunset. This wasn’t fair. “Hiccup, I-I’ve been cold be-before, this is nothing,” she stated, trying to sound firm, though that was a difficult feat, given her shivering and her teeth that were constantly clanking against each other. “I-I’ll be fine, now c-can we please watch the sun go d-down?”

Back on Toothless’ back, she absentmindedly leaned back against Hiccup, lips curving downwards in a frown as he insisted that they go back. “Coulda jus’ a-air dried…” she muttered, some attitude making its way through her voice.

As they flew back, she watched as much of the sunset that she could, which wasn’t much.

———

“This sucks.” Danny was now curled up on the couch, Cala in her lap, as she started at the fire ahead of her, a clear pout evident on her face.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t the tiniest bit agitated.

It was amazing, those first few days, being cared for with bandages on her cuts, frequent meals, a warm bed, being watched over, but now? It was annoying— not annoying, more like, overbearing.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like being with Hiccup and Astrid, because she did, a lot, but again, it was a lot, and now it was becoming way more than a lot.

“You’re being annoying, Hiccup. There’s so many rules, a-and I just wanted to watch the sun go down! But ‘no, I needed to warm up.’ Ugh…” she mumbled, slouching. “Your rules are weird too, I don’t know why you care so much about stupid stuff like being warm and eating all the food on the island, and oh, I have to be by someone all the time…”

"We will watch the sunset tomorrow. The sunrise too, if you'd like. For now..." He shivered. "Let's get home, yeah?"

----------------

Astrid was already home when they got there, immediately questioning the pair as they walked in dripping wet and cold.

She helped change Danny's bandages and give her some dry clothes, while Hiccup changed into some himself. Astrid helped him with the bandages on his hands.

After stoking up the fire, both Danny and Hiccup sat in front of it while Astrid cooked up some fish for dinner.

Shaking his head, he told her, "It's better than the alternative. I doubt you wanted to get any sicker, and I certainly don't have the time to get sick either."

He knew she was unhappy, but he knew he did the right thing. But...he still wanted to make it up to her, somehow.

"Danny, your teeth were chattering, and you were shivering uncontrollably. I was getting there myself. We needed to dry off, warm up, so I made that decision. I understand you're not happy with it, but that's just the way it is, sometimes."

Standing up, he said, "I care, because life would be miserable otherwise. I'm sure you know it's not exactly fun to be hungry all the time, or always cold." He was usually on the chillier side anyways, but still. "I've already explained this, so I'm not going to do it again. Like I said, we'll watch the sunset with Toothless tomorrow. I'll bring his saddle so you can also have handles to hold on to."

With that, he went to see if he could help Astrid make dinner.

...Mostly so it would be a little better than just edible.

#asks #threads #tallestgrace

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Hi! Your writing is truly awesome and you are very well-spoken. It's a pleasure to see your works. I was wondering if you would be up to writing a piece about Tom helping a gender-neutral reader after someone poisoned their dinner on purpose? If not then maybe Tom showing affection to a touch-starved gender-neutral reader? Thank you in advance!

A Lot at Steak

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: nausea, vomiting

A/N: thank you anon !!!!

The flickering radiance of a thousand candles floating overhead is a welcome sight after a particularly bad day of rigorous classwork. You take in the astounding view of the Enchanted Ceiling with its starry expanse of black skies and pale moon beaming through wisps of white clouds. Settling into your regular seat next to your housemate Alistair, you eye the heaps of food on your table with a content sigh.

With no time to waste, you dig in.

"Alistair, this steak is weird.”

You cut off another piece and chew at it thoughtfully. Every bite elicits a rancid taste and while it's subtle enough to not be horrible, you're a little disappointed. This isn't quite up to par with the usually unrivaled, top-notch Hogwarts cooking.

He swivels in his seat to look at you. "Mine is delectable. I don't suppose you got on the house elves' nerves lately?" You shake your head.

He frowns, worry finding its way into the creases of his brow. "Maybe you should put the fork down."

"But I'm hungry," you protest, grinning at the unamused look on his face. "Hey, food is food. It's not like something's going to happen to me, right?"

Alistair relents with a sigh. "Yeah."

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

No.

You’re hunched over a toilet in the lavatory, head reeling and stomach lurching with every new surge of nausea. The overbearing taste of salt coats your tongue and you’re praying to whatever higher being is above to please end your misery for fear that you’ll spill all your guts out.

Or whatever remains of it.

Someone must have heard you because you’re flushing the toilet a few minutes later feeling slightly less disoriented, though still very much like you just took a Bludger to the stomach.

You wash up at the basin.

Who would do this to you?

Immediately a few names pop up off the top of your head. You scold yourself for being so stupid. Really, that first bite should have been a tell-tale sign that something was amiss.

Curse you and your insatiable hunger.

The sound of approaching footsteps jolts you from your thoughts. You realize with a twinge of panic that if someone spots you, you’re going to have to give a thorough explanation as to why you’re in the lavatory looking like a sad mess while everyone else is savoring their (perfectly safe to consume) dinner. You can wave your pride goodbye at that point.

You barely have time to brace yourself before a familiar voice pierces the air.

"It isn't like you to run out so suddenly." Tom says as he comes into sight.

This is bad. Really bad.

All at once your head feels heavy, as if a bowling ball has somehow replaced your brains. It isn't like you can even focus on feeling humiliated right now, but did he really have to be the one to find you in such a state?

"Well? What's wrong?"

Maybe it’s the burning shame, or the aftermath of the poison, or both, but suddenly your lips are sewed shut and talking seems a near impossible thing. You stare at the faucet, hands gripping either side of the sink as if it’s your lifeline, your only means of stability.

You hear Tom sigh impatiently from where he’s standing outside. A few quiet seconds pass, and you think you’ve turned him away with your lack of response until he strides in to close the distance.

His thumb and forefinger brush against your chin and he lifts your face up to meet his gaze. You watch his piercing eyes flit to the sweat on your brow and then the heaving of your shoulders paired with your heavy, shuddering breaths.

You can practically see the moment his composure crumbles.

"Who hurt you?"

Your eyes widen in alarm and you shake your head quickly in an attempt to dispel whatever assumptions he could’ve thought up in those two seconds.

A mistake. You clamp a shaky hand over your mouth. Vomit inches up your throat, this time the situation more unpleasant, dire. You see an inkling of realization dawn on his face.

In an instant your mind is swimming and your knees are buckling and you’re stumbling to make it in time despite the fact that the world has dwindled to a dizzying blur.

Tom wrenches the stall door open and you rush in, missing the concern that has snuck into his frown.

Maybe it’s your imagination, but you swear you feel a light hand rubbing circles on your back as you hurl into the toilet. Again.

Whatever did they put in your food?

By the time you leave the lavatory, you feel...drained. Fatigue has possessed your every muscle, and every burdened step feels like a descent into hell. You’re a ragdoll; pathetic and limp and seconds away from crumbling.

But when you do crumble it's in the comfort of his arms, and maybe that’s not so bad after all. Your head subconsciously droops onto his shoulder, body molding to fit his.

“Aguamenti,” you hear him murmur. You lift your head to see a jet of water filling up a conjured glass in his hand. He brings it to your parched lips. "Drink."

You down it ravenously, the coolness of it soothing your lungs, revitalizing your bones. Whoever executed the whole plan sure did one heck of a job, because that was just about the most horrid experience of your life.

As if reading your thoughts, you feel Tom tense against you.

“It's dragon poison,” he says, voice dangerously low, “in a water-downed form.”

You blink in surprise, but not because he knows about something like this. That part is nothing new. But the process to attain the substance is an arduous one, so to think that someone has enough of a vendetta against you to somehow acquire it—?

“Tell me who did it,” Tom demands. “I’ll make them pay.”

“I’m not sure,” you reply meekly. Irked as you are, you can’t pinpoint the blame on anyone just yet.

You know under any other circumstance Tom would goad you into giving him more information, but for now he lets you rest there against him under the dim light of the corridor.

“Tom?” You shift on your feet. “That must have been pretty revolting. Sorry for—”

“You’re a fool,” Tom interrupts briskly. “A moron. Surely you should have been able to deduce that that was no ordinary steak.”

You know he doesn’t mean it, you know it’s his way of telling you that you ought to be more careful, but the remark still stings. You loosen your grip on his robes.

Tom sighs again. Then, much gentler, in a voice you know is reserved for you and you only, he whispers, “Never mind that. I’m still going to have to take you to the infirmary. Just to make sure that you’re— that you don’t throw up again.”

“Okay,” you mumble, warmth spreading where the emptiness was seconds ago. As long as you can be with him a little longer.

And yet, you can’t help but wonder if this incident has changed his view of you. You wonder if he thinks you’re pathetic for that pitiful display back there.

Perhaps you get your answer when he cups your face and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. You break into a smile.

He doesn’t stop there, though—he kisses you a little more, kisses all the embarrassment away, the qualmishness and the apprehension until by the end of it all the remain in your stomach are butterflies.

And you think maybe that’s not so bad after all.

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