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daphwritesworld · 1 month ago

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#23 A. Russo— all to you.

content: face sitting(A receiving), thigh riding (r receiving), scissoring, lots of kissing lol, fingering (r receiving), kinda public sex(only for a short flashback), lovey-dovey type shit, top!Alessia, bottom!reader

warnings: bathroom sex in a flashback, Alessia humping your face should get its own warning so there you go, hitting your knee like an idiot, talks of marriage, Alessia in a "kiss the cook" apron lol

synopsis: After spending two months away in The States with your family– you’re finally flying back home to England. To your Alessia.

word count: 4.6k

!! MINORS DNI!! 18+ CONTENT

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The sunrise bleeding in through the cracked blinds is what you notice first. The little beams of light interrupt the first real night of sleep you’ve gotten in the past two months. You’ve been away visiting your family. Two months usually wouldn’t have been that bad…if you were in the same time zone. keyword: ‘if.’

Going back to the States wasn’t bad— you love it back home. Being so close to your family, old friends, old stomping grounds, the completely different scenery, and the nostalgic restaurants all hold a special place in your heart. You’d of course enjoyed yourself on the trip, but nothing can compare to the longing of wanting to be back in Alessia’s arms. The days spent away were counted down in matching pocket calendars– one for you and the other for your girlfriend. Little notes of encouragement, inside jokes, and love poured out onto each date you’d be separated. You both decided to write them for each other and switch at the airport before you boarded your flight, promising not to look until the next day to check a box off.

The day you came back to her finally arrived yesterday. She’d waited at the airport with her family, a cheesy sign with your name written on it and balloons attached. As soon as they saw you it was screams and hollers. Alessia moving so fast you felt her before you even had time to lift your head to their greeting. You let out a small yelp as she hoisted you into the air, her arms wrapping around your waist to keep you secured against her. Your hands cupped her cheeks and you leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, pulling away after a couple of seconds— much to your girlfriend’s dismay. She pouts at you before trying to chase after your lips again, this time being met with your hand and a whispered shout, “Alessia Russo, I am not letting you shove your tongue down my throat with your family 15 feet away!”

She rolled her eyes at that, setting your feet back on the ground before latching her arms back around you. Pulling you closer to her as a small smile broke out across her lips, “Oh, but you’ll let me finger you in the bathroom at Christmas, is that it?”

Your cheeks heat up instantly at the mention of the memory. Alessia had invited you over for Christmas with her family three years ago (when you two were “just friends”). You’d been left all alone in England since your flight was canceled due to bad weather, nowhere else but your empty apartment to go. And she couldn’t let such a pretty girl stay alone on such a joyful holiday, so she called her mom and made sure there was a plate set at the table long before she’d even convinced you to come that night. You’d both been dancing around each other for months: flirting, nicknames, and basically eye fucking at practice, but so so oblivious to the other’s intentions. But two glasses of Advocaat and some hanging mistletoe is all it takes for her to get you in the bathroom of her childhood home. One hand covered your mouth as the other fucked three fingers into your pussy, while the sounds of Christmas music and living room chatter drowned out to the both of you in your own world.

Before you can reprimand her with more than a soft whack to the shoulder, her brothers are running over to wrap you in a hug and telling their sister to stop “hogging the favorite.” her parents wrapped you up in a hug, too. Telling you how miserable and grumpy Alessia had been since you’d left.

“I-I was not!”

You just smiled at the sounds of her siblings and her arguing as you all walked your way out. So happy to finally be back where you belong. Your real home– right here with your Alessia. You felt her hand slip into yours as you approached the doors. You said your goodbyes and promised to visit soon before she was leading you off to the car. The entire ride home was spent telling her all about your months spent back in The States. The phone calls when one of you would stay up late or wake up super early just to speak for an hour or less didn’t do enough justice. Her hand rested on your thigh the entire way, rubbing circles and little patterns into your skin as you spoke. She could listen to you all day, just happy to finally hear your voice in person and not through a speaker or her headphones. They could never pick up the true essence of your laugh or the crinkle in your nose when you do.

Now in the comfort of your own bed, your hands search out across the sheets on instinct— a frown gracing your features as you feel the cold bed beneath your fingertips. You crack your eyes open, blinking a few times as they adjust to the daylight. You stretch your arms out as you sit up, the cold breeze through the house lighting goosebumps across your skin. You shiver as you hop off the bed, reaching down for Alessia’s oversized shirt that was thrown to the floor the previous night. The memories come flooding back in flashes as you slip it over your head. Your freshly hardened nipples sensitive to the material as it brushes against them.

You barely had time to get through the front door before she had you pressed up against it. The way her lips were glued to your sweet spots, her hands gripping every part of you they touched, and how you two stumbled up the stairs because you wouldn’t pull away from making out on the way to your bedroom. The candles lit around the space, the pink and white rose petals sprinkled across the duvet, and the way she kissed her way down your whole body as she tore your panties off with a loud rip. She never was very patient...especially when it comes to your pussy.

You flash back to the present as the smell of bacon hints in your nose. Your feet move and your stomach rumbles as you quietly make your way downstairs. Seeing Alessia in her “kiss the cook” apron, making a tray of food for you. It almost has you sneaking back up into bed so she could surprise you, but the growling monster in your stomach wins as you slowly come up behind her, wrapping your arms around the taller girl.

“no no no! I was gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed,” she whines with a pout on her lips as she turns around to face you. Her hands resting on your hips as yours go to wrap around her neck, pulling her down for a morning kiss.

“There, that fixed your face!” you say as you pat her cheek before stealing a piece of bacon from behind her on the counter.

“I’m serious, Amore mio! I wanted to treat you today after being away for so long.”

“You still can though, Baby,” you say as she sits you up on the counter beside her as she cooks. “Don’t gotta get your knickers in a twist,” the awful British accent leaves your lips with a giggle as you swing your foot to hit her on the butt.

She puts her spatula down to bring her fingertips to your sides, tickling you relentlessly as you squirm around laughing loudly. The tears welling up in your eyes a clear sign of not being able to escape her assault, “Okay! Okay! St-Stop! I’m sorry, Less– I’m sorry!”

She pulls you into her chest, arms wrapping around your middle and stepping between your knees. The big smile on her face never falters as she just rests her forehead against yours, taking this intimate moment in and soaking it up for all it’s worth. Her eyes are scanning across your face, and you wish in times like these you could read her pretty mind. Just wanting a glimpse into what’s behind those crystal blue eyes that enchant you every time they gaze into yours.

“How’d you manage to get even more gorgeous whilst away?” It’s barely above a whisper when she says it, her hands coming up to lightly trace over your face. Her fingers run across your cheeks, lips, and jaw. It’s all too much for you at the moment, so overwhelmed with love for her. So you lean forward and place your lips on hers, and it takes both of your breaths away. It’s different than the ones you shared last night. There’s no urgency in your movements and no harshness behind them. Her tongue slides into your mouth when you gasp from the way she lightly nips at your bottom lip, still moving at a slow pace. The smell of burning food breaks you back into reality a bit, trying to pull away as she chases your lips closely.

“The food, Alessia,” you manage to get the words out between kisses, never fully able to get her lips off of yours completely.

She groans out into your mouth before backing away, turning off the stove eye, and moving the pan to rest on a cold one. She doesn’t even say anything before she brings a hand behind your neck to pull your mouth back onto hers. The fire in your belly is roaring, begging for her touch and to touch her.

“Mmm, upstairs,” It’s not a question when you say it. She supports your middle with her arms before hoisting you off the counter, your legs wrapping around her waist on instinct as she carries you to your destination.

When she reaches the bed there’s no throwing you down, and clawing your clothes off. She’s connecting your lips as she slowly lays you down on the sheets, following your body with her own. A hand comes up to caress the back of your neck as she deepens the kiss. Your knees spread for her body to align with yours like a puzzle piece, fitting together perfectly and in rhythm with one another. The hand behind your neck starts slipping around front, keeping a loose hold on your neck as she pulls back just enough so you can both breathe for a second.

“Please fuck me, Baby,” it comes out airy and breathless as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

“No.”

You feel like your world’s crashing down. No? Did she tell you…No? Like as in N-O.. no?

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” she says it while holding your face in her hands. You think she’s being cruel, punishing you for a stupid joke accent, or the fact you woke up early and spoiled her surprise for you. Pulling you back into a mind-reeling kiss, and desperately searching for a reason she’d tease you and wind you up like this just to leave you high and dry.

“I’m gonna make love to you,” your eyes snap up to her. Mind quieting and drowning out all your worries and complaints. Your breath hitches as she says it and you swear your heart swells up twice its size. “Let me show you how much I missed you, Amore mio.”

You’re nodding your head as a quiet moan rolls off your tongue at her words, connecting your lips once again as her hands start rubbing up your sides. They slip under your (really her) shirt draped over you, the only thing separating her from your naked body. Goosebumps rise behind in the path of her hands, your skin feeling electric from her touch. She moves down your body as she gets up on her knees, untying her apron and throwing it somewhere into the room. She’s lifting your shirt as she peels it off your body. Her lips leave kisses in the journey up as your flesh is being revealed. She nips a little harder on your soft spots, leaving behind love bites in her wake. Little reminders of where she’d been and how her love poured out of her and onto your skin. When the shirt is being brought over your head and blocking your view, she brings one of your nipples into her mouth. Your hands go to the back of her head to bring her closer to your chest, arching into her mouth. The pleasure only multiplies when she laughs around your bud, pulling back as you whine out from the feeling.

“Move your hands for a second, Love. Lemme get this off you,” there are kisses left on your boobs as she says it. Taking your hands into hers as she places them beside your head, and leans down slowly to almost connect your lips. But she just hovers over them for a second, breathing in the same air as each other. She pulls back with a smirk when you try to push yourself up, and then she slips the shirt over your head, throwing it back to its home on the floor of your bedroom.

Her lips are on your collarbone as she slips a knee between your legs, resting against your naked pussy. Wet kisses are tracing back down to your other nipple this time. The warmth of her mouth around it is intoxicating, your tits extra sensitive since they’d been neglected for so long. She looks up at your face once she notices your body has a mind of its own, grinding up against her thigh as sinful sounds flow from your mouth. Another laugh rips through her, and to both of your surprise, it sends you into an orgasm. Not a super hard or intense one, but still enough to have your eyes closing and your legs trying to close around hers.

Alessia looks down and groans loudly at the sight. Your creamy cunt making a mess on her sweatpants, some white cum streaking the grey fabric along with the giant wet stain taking up a majority of her thigh.

She’s entranced by the sight, jumping when she feels your hands on her neck. You’re pulling her into a searing kiss as her hand comes up to play with your messy pussy. “No, Less. Wanna make you feel good, too. Please baby,” you break the kiss as your hand stops hers.

“How do you want me then?”

“Wanna taste you, please.”

So she hops off the bed and strips herself naked, but you don’t expect her to push you back down as she climbs up onto your body. Usually, she’d just guide your head with a hand in your hair against her cunt, but not today. Oh no. Today she’s resting her knees beside your head as she massages your scalp for a second.

“Ready, Love?”

“Hurry up and sit on my fucking face!”

She laughs out a cackle a that, a true hearty laugh. Then she’s sinking down onto your awaiting mouth, resting her weight down onto your face. You swear you could die right now between her legs, and they’d find you with a smile on your face. The taste of her sets off a primal moan to take over you, your eyes rolling back as she grinds down onto your tongue. Alessia always makes the prettiest noises while getting fucked, you could spend hours pleasuring her body and you’d cum just from the sounds she makes alone. Her hands find your hair as yours find her thighs, both squeezing and holding on for dear life as she speeds up her movements. The beds starting to squeak, reminiscent of how she knocked the headboard into the wall last night and left a small indention.

Your hands move up from her thighs to her tits, rolling her nipples between your fingers as her clit starts humping repeatedly into your nose. Every one of your senses is overwhelmed with just “Alessia” as you take your tongue and start fucking her with it, drunk off the idea of getting her to cum like this. The view is breathtaking above you; Alessia with her head thrown back, back arching as your hands work magic on her chest, and her toned stomach flexing with every roll of her hips above you.

It’s then when you moan again into her pussy that she’s cumming in your mouth, letting the nastiest words roll off her tongue, “La mia piccola troia, swallow it all! Take what I give you Carino mio.”

Wanting to please her, you make sure to suck up every drop that comes out of her. Your tongue slips out of her to clean up, an extra flick to her clit as you finish. She’s pulling away after that, flopping onto the bed beside you trying to catch her breath. One arm pulls you onto her chest, placing a kiss on your hairline as she rubs your bare back. “You did so good for me, Love. Made me feel so fucking good. Better than anyone ever has .”

You lift your head at that, a blush on your cheeks from her words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Baby,” It’s let out with a smile gracing her lips and a twinkle in her eye. She’s throwing her head to the side with a loud sigh after a moment, “Fuck you’re so pretty! I can never get enough of you, you know”

You sit up at this, straddling her lap as you swing a leg over her. Taking both of her hands into yours as you interlock them, and bringing them up for a tender kiss to her knuckles. “You’re prettier, Lessie. A worldwide splendida ragazza.” you were praying you didn’t butcher the pronunciation, having spent those two months away studying Italian every night.

You see tears welling up in her eyes and you instantly frown, opening your mouth to apologize for upsetting her. “I’m sorry, Less. I thought I could learn it-” but you’re cut off by her soft lips on yours. All the emotions and pent-up frustrations from missing each other poured into this one shared kiss.

“Ti amo, Amore mio bellissimos.” She says it right against your lips, a few of her tears running down between your lips. The saltiness only adds to the passion of the lip lock. “Ti amo tanto,” you reply to her. As you’re lifting one of her legs and slipping one of yours beneath it, you drop your cunt against hers. Both of you let out a moan at the sudden contact. Alessia’s hands find your hips as she starts guiding your movements, controlling your body because she knows it better than you do. Your fingers couldn’t make you cum while you were away, nothing could. Because she has ruined you for anybody else, your pleasure is only loyal to her now. “Look at us, Amore mio. Look how messy we make each other. How much we love and miss each other.”

You look between you, the way both of your thighs are covered in slick. Your puffy clits bump together with every roll of your hips. You feel too far away from her, even though you’re so close. So your hands reach out and pull her closer, lips finding one another again. They’re red, swollen, and sore at this point, but neither of you cares. Too lost in each other to even register the slight pain.

Your legs start getting tired as your orgasm approaches, slowing down as the pain of that at least catches up with you. Alessia notices and pulls away from your lips, “Wrap your arms around me, Love.” And you do it without question, no idea why she wants you to, but trusting her completely anyway.

Within seconds you’re squealing as she flips you two over on the mattress, blonde hair cascading down to frame her face perfectly. You swear with the sunlight shining in she looks like a proper angel, a halo surrounding her head in the morning daze. Her hands lift and situate your body exactly how she wants it. She’s got her hips slamming back into yours in no time, the sound of skin slapping and the words of praise passing between the two of you fills up the room. Your arms are around her neck pulling her down to be chest to chest with you, just wanting her to suffocate you honestly. If you could crawl into her skin you would, but alas this is the closest you’ll ever get. You swear you can feel your hearts beat in synch like this, the thumping of your them so loud in your chests it’s making your body tingle. Her hands find your hips, rubbing circles into them as a way to ground you. Her lips leave kisses up the side of your neck, stopping to nip at your jaw.

“Cum for me, Love.” her lips trail down to your ear, letting out a groan as she tugs on your earlobe with her teeth, “La moglie futura mia.”

Finally understanding the term of endearment is what does it for you. You’d heard her call you that a million times and never thought of it, having slipped your mind with all the other nicknames she gives you. Your legs start shaking and your grip on her neck tightens, making sure she stays pressed against you the whole time. “My Future Wife,” replays in your head over and over as the pleasure from your orgasm wrecks through your body. Screams of “Te Amo!” “I love you” and “Less” all come out mixed as the wires in your brain start crossing the two languages and the girl who speaks them.

You can’t stop the butterflies from exploding in your tummy as you realize she said that to you for the first time at her family’s Christmas all those years ago. That’s how she’d introduced you to them as they welcomed you both in the door, a big grin on her face. “This is, (y/n). La moglie future mia.” Now all the hugs and promises to return each year as you two were leaving make a little more sense.

She doesn’t stop her hips, chasing her own high as she feels it approaching. “Come on,” she rubs her hands on your forearms gently, “Let me see your pretty face when I cum, Darlin.” You whine a little at the thought of her pulling away, but nonetheless let her guide your arms away. She reconnects your hands together and lays them above you, eyes focusing on the way your mouths open and panting for her. The sweat dripping down your brow and all the small details in your face show off the way she’s making you feel. All of it’s rolling in her stomach, the pit of fire growing by the second.

“Cum for me,” it’s breathless as you say it, her eyes instantly finding yours. “La moglie futura mia,” it’s a sentiment that you’re only now able to return. The weight of the words and the fact you spoke them back to her is overwhelming. Her hips stutter into yours, and her eyes shut as she crashes her lips back down onto yours. Moaning into your mouth as her orgasm washes over her, rolling in waves as she slows her pace to a stop.

For a while you’re both just lying there, her head on your chest and your fingers playing in her hair. The sounds of you both trying to regain a normal breathing pattern is slowly trying to lull you to sleep. So at peace in the comfortable silence and the safety of having Alessia in your arms– exactly where she should be. She lifts her head up, trailing some kisses down before resting her chin on your stomach. “Can I bring your tray of food to you in bed now?”

It’s all really a blur till then for you. Your body is so so tired, your eyes getting heavier as the minutes tick by. You’re almost fully asleep by the time she comes back, only responding to her in grunts and hums. She chuckles at you as she moves your body to sit up against the headboard, propping a pillow behind you for extra comfort.

“Alright, at least eat your toast or drink some juice. Your body needs some energy after that,” It’s soft when she says it. Her lips press feather-light kisses to your face as your eyes start to crack open. She’s got that damn apron on again and you shake your head at that, a laugh bubbling out of your lips. Your Alessia– butt naked except for her “Kiss The Cook” apron wrapped around her body. The tray placed over your legs takes your attention next. Despite being sleepy you are super hungry, even more than when you first ventured downstairs to steal a piece of bacon. You shake your head in agreement before reaching towards your plate, but your fingers hit something velvety on the edge of the tray stopping you. You focus your eyes a bit, squinting till the sun adjusts for your sight, and that’s when you see it. The small blue box is set right before your plate. Your heart rate picks up and you look over at Alessia with a confused look on your face.

“Open it, Caro.” She says it with so much endearment you can’t help but smile.

When you open it up it’s a beautiful ring. A gold band adorned with the gemstone of your birth month. Your eyes widen at the gesture, tears filling them before you turn to face your girlfriend. She’s wiping them away with her fingers, reaching down to take your hands into hers.

“Marry me, (y/n). It doesn’t have to be now, in a year, or even five. Just promise me that you’ll be la mogile futura mia.”

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Less!” You’re gasping and jumping up– right before your knees hit the tray you forgot about and you’re letting out a cry of pain from the commotion. Your hands come up to hide your face, a blush deepening as embarrassment sets in. “Shit! That seriously fucking hurt!”

You’re only met with a laugh and her hands pulling yours away from your face. You look back at her when you feel the ring being slipped onto your finger, her eyes never leaving yours as she does so. “Looks like you’re inheriting the Russo family clumsiness already, Love.”

She takes a second to move the tray of food off of the bed before returning. Her lips come down, kissing your knees where they’d been hurt as she rubs soothing shapes into your calves. Once she’s satisfied with her work she moves back up and throws her body on top of yours, wrapping your limbs around each other as the reality starts to set in: You’re engaged to be married.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be a family, Less!” it’s a whispered shout– the excitement doubling as you bring your hand towards your face to get another look at your ring. But before you can tell her how beautiful the ring is, she’s cupping your face and pulling it closer to hers. Her eyes render you speechless, looking into yours like the galaxy is hidden inside them. “We’ve been a family for a while now, Vita mia. I’m only just now growing the nerve to make it official.”

#woso smut #woso x reader #woso fanfics #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo smut #alessia russo x y/n #woso writers

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pronoun-arc · 5 months ago

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Copy-pasting what's under the cut for archival purposes:

sun/shine/shines/sunshineself

bre or ze/breeze/breezes/breezeself

win/wind/winds/windself

thun/der/thuns/thunderself

cloud/cloud/clouds/cloudself

gale/gale/gales/galeself

te/tem/tempest/tempestself

hai/hail/hails/hailself

so or stor/storm/storms/stormself

sel/sleet/sleets/sleetself

show/shower/showers/showerself

rai/rain/rains/rainself

snow/snow/snows/snowself

li/light/lights/lightningself

rain/bow/rains/rainbowself

fog/fog/fogs/fogself

cy/cyan/cyans/cyanself

pth/pthalo/pthalos/pthaloself

indi/indigo/indis/indigoself

royal/blue/royals/royalblueself

nav/navy/navys/navyself

sky/sky/skys/skyself

corn/flower/flowers/cornflowerself

co/cobalt/cobalts/cobaltself

az/azure/azures/azureself

mid/night/nights/midnightself

tur/quo/turs/turquoiseself

aqua/marine/aquas/aquamarineself

la/lapis/lapis'/lapiself

blue/berry/blues/blueberryself

den/denim/denims/denimself

can i request some weather themed pronouns? or blue themed ones?

Of course! Here's a (pretty big) list for ya!

☔ + 🔵Weather/Blue Themed Pronouns

sun/shine/shines/sunshineself

bre or ze/breeze/breezes/breezeself

win/wind/winds/windself

thun/der/thuns/thunderself

cloud/cloud/clouds/cloudself

gale/gale/gales/galeself

te/tem/tempest/tempestself

hai/hail/hails/hailself

so or stor/storm/storms/stormself

sel/sleet/sleets/sleetself

show/shower/showers/showerself

rai/rain/rains/rainself

snow/snow/snows/snowself

li/light/lights/lightningself

rain/bow/rains/rainbowself

fog/fog/fogs/fogself

cy/cyan/cyans/cyanself

pth/pthalo/pthalos/pthaloself

indi/indigo/indis/indigoself

royal/blue/royals/royalblueself

nav/navy/navys/navyself

sky/sky/skys/skyself

corn/flower/flowers/cornflowerself

co/cobalt/cobalts/cobaltself

az/azure/azures/azureself

mid/night/nights/midnightself

tur/quo/turs/turquoiseself

aqua/marine/aquas/aquamarineself

la/lapis/lapis'/lapiself

blue/berry/blues/blueberryself

den/denim/denims/denimself

#3rdpp #neopronouns #nounself pronouns #keyword: weather #keyword: sky #keyword: colors #lists

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angelsleepinggurl · 4 months ago

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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮?

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You find yourself at a party, unwillingingly but as the night goes on you end up in bed with the guy who pisses you off the most, tooru oikawa.

wc . around 3,962

tags . oikawatooru. oikawax reader. fratboyoikawa! x reader. oikawatooruxreader smut. fratboyxnerd. fratboyxnerd smut. all characters are above 18 years old. cunniligus. drunkeness, makingout, spanking,praise, pet names.

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There you are, in November-like weather. In shorts and a low-cut tank top, you repeatedly bang on your neighbour's door for them to open up. The crisp air is nipping at your cheeks and the sky is a deep, dark blue, almost black, with just a hint of the day’s last light lingering on the horizon.

To your surprise, the person wanted to speak to was right there. He leans against the door with arms reaching above him flexing his bicep. Shaking your head you look him in the eyes.

"Hey doll, you here for the party?" He asks, the amusement evident in his smirk and voice as he shows off his perfect pearly whites in a cocky smile. Tooru Oikawa, the school’s idol. Not only is he the king of the court, but he’s king of the school and apparently the world. He’s also the guy you grind your gears, his stupid smirk, stupid voice and his lack of sense really drive you up the wall. Seeing him literally ruins your day. The brunette doesn't even try to hide the fact that his eyes are roaming all over your body staying on some parts longer than other.

"Hey." You snap your fingers, narrowing his attention back to you. "I'm not here to join, I'm here to tell you to turn the fuckin music down." You’ve been trying to study for your finals. Keyword: trying.

"Oh, you like the music? Yo Trey!" He shouts turning back. His shirt relatively covers him, but his figure still shows through it. His broad-toned back, with muscles that are flexed with his veins hand on the door. "Trey turn up the music man!" He shouts back and once he's done he turns around to you.

"Did that fix your problem darling?" He asks smugly, watching you bubble up with irritation.

"Fuck you jerk." You respond storming back home, you simply don’t have time for him. There isn’t any point in trying to change those who simply didn’t want it.

"Come back later the party's lit princess." He shouts at you, though you don't reply back instead you just ignore him. "Look at that ass." He says to himself before swinging himself back inside.

You turn the key in the lock, and as the door swings open, a wave of warmth envelops you, immediately soothing your chilled skin. The contrast between the frigid outdoors and the cosy interior is striking. You step inside and close the door behind you, shutting out the biting cold and the darkness of the November evening. The soft glow of lamps fills the room, casting a warm, inviting light that makes everything seem more welcoming. Kicking off your slides, you feel the softness of the rug underfoot.

You finally get back to your room, prepared to tackle another hour of “Chemistry.” Not your best subject, but those outstanding grades don’t make themselves. Yet, before you can put your earphones in, a ping from your phone flashes across your screen. Usually, you would’ve ignored it but the consecutive pinging told you that this was your best friend, Amber.

Please, please, please come to the party.

You know the one next door to you.

I saw Theo cheat on me.

A loud sigh escapes your lips.

Fuck.

Quite ironically, minutes later you're at his doorstep again, this time not in shorts and a top, seeing a very amused Oikawa standing at the door, a stupid smirk on his face.

"Came back so soon? Don't worry it wouldn't be a party without you.” he teases, watching you intently as you shove past him.

“I’m not here for you.” you scoff, slipping through the crowd of people. The bass from the music vibrates through your chest, mingling with the sound of countless conversations and bursts of laughter. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, spilt beer, and a hint of something smoky. The hallway is crowded, bodies pressing against you as people weave in and out of rooms.

“Amber?” you shout as you knock on the bathroom door, to no avail. You make your way to the kitchen where Oikawa and his buddies are chugging down drinks like there’s no tomorrow. The table is covered with droplets and puddles of vodka and beer. Bottles and red solo cups cover every surface, and someone is mixing drinks with exaggerated flair. You flee the room and rush upstairs trying to find your friend. With every door you can open, there are either people passed out, on their phones or creating conversation. The next door you open reveals your friend sitting on the floor, near the end of a bed crying her eyes out and your heart breaks.

“Amber.” you coo, rushing towards her and cradling her in your arms, feeling her body shudder as he breaks down. Your shirt is slowly starting to get wet from her tears, but you don’t mind, you’ll stay as long as you need for her. Stroking her hair, the two of you sit in silence her muffled sobs filling it up. Once her breathing has calmed down, she lifts her hair to look up at you with her sorrowful, sorrowful eyes. “Wanna tell me what happened?” you ask her, wiping away her mascara tears for her.

“He-He.” she hiccups and takes a minute to steady herself, “He was in another room talking to some other blonde girl.” This causes you to raise your eyebrow, the whole situation does, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to cheat on Amber, he was whipped for her. Well, goes to show how rotten men’s hearts are. Never trust a man. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You haven't done anything to deserve that and the fact that he had the nerve to talk to another girl at a public place, goes to show how dumb he is. There’s nothing in his head, and you are so much better than him, you’re better off without him.”

Amber nods slowly, looking you in the eyes as she processes all you’ve told her. Amber is too precious for her feelings to be toyed with like this. Your best friend speaks up amidst the silence, “ They were talking about some surprise too. Oh God.” and now she’s wailing and weeping in your arms again, she’s utterly devasted and it’s all his fault. You shush and coo Amber as the both of you rock on the floor for a couple of minutes, calming down.

Then in the heat of it all the bastard himself dares to show his face, acting all confused and concerned. “Amber there you are. “ he exclaims rushing to her side.

“Hold it,” you say sternly. “First of all, you have the balls to show yourself after you humiliated my best friend, Second of all, I hope you know you’re not the shit you make yourself out to be, Thirdly-” The boy rudely interrupts you claiming that it isn’t like that at all and you’ve got it all wrong. “I don’t wanna hear your excuses.” you spit at him. Amber moves from beside you and the both of you stop your heated argument to look at her. Her hair shields her face as she looks downwards.

“I wanna hear what he has to say.” she says quietly, slowly lifting her head.

“I don’t know what you heard but I am NOT cheating on you, baby I swear.” He pleads, falling to his knees. Dramatic much.

“Then what surprise were you gonna show that blond girl, huh?”

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb, you came here to fuck her.”

“No you’re not listening to me.” the boy sighs in defeat and continues in a lowered voice, “The surprise is for you. I was asking that girl to her cheerleading friends to set up banners for you at school on Monday?”

“But why would I need stupid banners?”

The boy takes a minute and takes a deep breath, “Because I wanna give you a promise ring.” This statement shocks the both of you and you suddenly feel like you shouldn't be here anymore. You look back at Amber who’s eyes are reignited with their usual sparkle. Int he silence, she bits her cheek before turning to you, “Could you give us a minute?” You give her an ‘Are you sure?’ look and she nods smiling at you. You leave the room and shut the door behind you, being welcomed by the obnoxious loudness of the partygoers.

Sighing you make your way downstairs, your feet leading the way to the kitchen. A drink or two wouldn't hurt. You say to yourself.

You said that 4 drinks ago. Feeling satisfied, you pour a final fifth cup and walk out to the back of the house, needing a minute away from the noise. It’s nice, the dark sky and stars above you, the cool wind occasionally sweeping past you. Leaning against the wall, you tilt your head back and close your eyes. You’ll head home in a couple of minutes again. Though your peace is disturbed when an annoying voice speaks up saying “Guess who?” and poking your side.

“Ugh it’s you.” you lean up off the wall and face away from the setter, not in the mood to deal with his antics.

“Bad girl,” he says teasingly, noticing the red cup in your hand. “I didn’t know you had this side of you.”

“I didn’t know you could be so annoying.” you snap back, giving him a glare.

“Ouch, princess.”, rolling your eyes again you tip your head back as you finish the last few drops of the alcoholic beverages, and Oikawa’s eyes are glued on you. Watching as some of it dribbles down your chin. He’s never even imagined this side of you. But then again, they always say the quiet ones are the crazy ones. It almost makes him wonder what else you-

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or what? Finding a hard time generating a demeaning comment to fire at me?” You ask staring straight ahead of you, and it catches him off guard.

“Can I not admire a pretty girl?” he says smoothly, it comes naturally to him. Your check immediately turns red but your face remains neutral.

“Can it, idiot. “

“No seriously, you’re hot. Such a shame that you keep your nose stuck in those damn books.”

“Those ‘damn books’ are gonna help me have a good future, unlike these bullshit parties you throw.” Once the comment leaves your mouth, instantly regret it, feeling the bite it must have on him. The boy throws his head down and starts walking in a mini circle. “Sorry,” you mutter shrinking into yourself in shame.

“Don’t worry bout it. Not the first time I’ve heard it.” He stops walking and looks up at the sky too, ashamed to look up you resort to looking off into the distance. “How many of those have you had?” he asks, taking the plastic cup from your hand and crushing it in his, swiftly changing the subject.

“Five.”

“FIVE! And you’re not drunk?” he asks surprised.

“Tipsy. Built-in heavyweight,” you tell him, explaining your high tolerance for it and he makes a face of understanding. He lifts his arm and throws the plastic cup into the distance. One thing you’ve never understood about Oikawa is how he was always so cool and collected. His confidence just seemed effortless and you wondered what he did to have the whole school down at his knees.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or do you have no snarky comment to aim at me?” the brunette asks, smirking playfully. He’s got you there. The wind blows and your hair gets picked up in it, moving gently as you look down at the grass beneath you. “Is there anything I don’t know about you miss?” the brunette asks. It’s almost like something in you switches, and all of a sudden it’s becoming apparent to you how good-looking the guy is. Allegedly of course. Incredulously tall, athletic and handsome. Your can’t seem to keep your eyes off his arms, soaking it all up as if seeing a man for the first time. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” he starts off, walking back towards you, “you seem pretty comfortable with the alcohol is there anything else to this side of you I should know about.” his voice is completely seductive, simply words that he’s saying they just seem to be calling out to you.

“I’m not telling you more than you need to know.” with the way respond it's evident that this isn’t your first time. You're smirking back at him too, your nerves feel electric and it’s making you giddy. You're biting your lip and everything but you can’t control it. He’s just right here. The boy returns to his natural position, on the wall next to you. “I’m still not very fond of you, Oikawa.”

“I know, doll.” he replies.

Then what is it about his stupid face that you want to kiss so much? What is it about his stupid hair that you want to run your finger through? What is it about his stupid stupid body, that you can’t seem to get enough of, that you want your hands to roam all over? No, this isn’t why you’re here. You’ve got to go home and be responsible and accountable for your future. You don’t have time for this or him.

“Fuck it.” you mutter under your breath, and in one swift movement, your hand is on the side of his face, guiding it towards yours and you press your lips against his. You don't know what seems to be controlling you, but whatever it is, you’re not complaining anymore. The kiss is reciprocated instantly by him as he turns to keep you back on the wall standing in front of you. His hands are on the sides of your face, cupping them gently as he savours the way your lips feel between his, the way you’re leaning into him. Your hands land around his neck as the both of you make out under the night sky. It doesn't;t take long before the kiss escalates in intensity. Mouths open wider, the kiss gets sloppier and hands drop lower as the heat inside you rises. His hand rubs the small of your back slowly and he deepens the kiss and your hands are ever so slowly sliding down his stomach. The both of you play the battle of the tongue, wrestling to fight for dominance. The kiss is almost erotic, the two fo you may as well take each other right then and then. His other hand slips on your waist, gripping it comfortably and you groan as the kiss gets sloppier.

Due to lack of oxygen, the both of you separate, taking in deep breaths. If it wasn’t for stupid air, you wouldn't have to stop, you would still be sucking his stupid face off. His lips are left more reddish than usual and you can’t get enough of the look. He’s about to start all over again, but you stop him, “I’m gonna get a drink.” you say breathlessly, it almost sounds like something you didn’t even want to do. It was painful pulling away from him. The second you enter the house you run into the kitchen in desperate search of some alcohol. You’ve never chugged anything down so fast, still feeling electric from the kiss, your mind just can't stop replaying it. Once you manage to calm yourself down you head back out into the heat of the party. Hot bodies pressing against you and drunk shouts and screams fill your ears, but they don’t make their way to you. No. Your mind has blocked all of it out, now your brain is full of him. You’re frantically searching for him in the crowd, but to no avail, he’s nowhere to be seen. That is until you look up and see him standing next to a door, looking down right at you. From what you can read, he raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head towards the door.

You’re slipping through the crowd with absolute ease as if you’re being pulled by a string to him. You don’t know what’s so addictive about him and his beauty today, even as he stands there, door open, he looks absolutely enticing. You enter the room and the door shuts behind you, before you can register what’s happening the tall brunette stands in front of you, trapping you between him and the door. A smirk tugs on your lips as you reach up to him, pull his shirt down and dive in for another kiss. The way the both of you it’s almost as if you’ll never see each other again. “God you’re sexy.” Oikawa groans between breaths. His hands slip down to your ass, groping it passionately, before signalling for you to jump. Your legs effortlessly wrap around his waist as he walks backwards to the bed, turning to lay you on your back. Your hands slip from around his neck down to his shirt as you impatiently tug at it. Without having to be told, he swiftly pulls it off with one arm, resuming to attack your neck now. You groan once his lips touch you again, feeling an ache when they leave. His large hand crawls up your top gently roaming your stomach before you guide his hands further up. He slithers his hands back out and slides your top off from above your arms.

His lips are now gently peppering kisses on your mounds of flesh, his hands gently squeezing and groping them. You attempt to wiggle your sweats off, leaving you in only your panties and bra. You help him by quickly slipping your bra off too, releasing your breasts and your hardened nipples. The boy gingerly takes one to the mouth, passionately sucking, his other hand lightly brushing over your clit through your panties. The boy makes it a mission to give each tit equal attention. Your moans are filling up his ear and driving him crazy, sounding different from the monotone speaking voice you always talk to him with. He can’t get enough. Occasionally he presses with his fingers tips and sucks generously, but now you’re starting to find it hard to lay still, the overload in pleasure is too much. “Tooru.” you whine out but the boy is too absorbed in his work. The boy decided it isn’t fair for you to cum this way, so he hooks his fingers around your panties and pulls them down, sliding them off your leg and into your pocket.

“Hey wait-” you start, getting ready to confront him about his thriving, but you’re interrupted as his mouth latches to your soaked cunt, eager to lap up your juices. The feeling of his tongue swirling around the hardened bud makes your back arch. “Mhm fuck Tooru.” the way you purr out his name, makes his tongue work faster, licking ardently. Your fingers land in his fluffy brown locks, tangling them together from pure ecstasy. The feeling driving you wild, you’re whimpering and mewling from his touch. You’re rolling your hips against his face once a finger gets added into the mix. “Don’t stop-fuck-Don’t stop.” you plead breathlessly, your eyes screwed shut from bliss. Your fingers grip his hair tighter though he doesn’t seem to mind, eager to have you release all over your face. “’M close, so close.” you cry out, toes curling once his nose nudges up against your lips, the extra sensation pushing you over the edge. The cum spills out of you in an instant, coating his handsome face in your fluids.

You release your grip from his hair as you come down from our high, your toes uncurling. Oikawa is fast to clear up your cum, and even faster to pull his pants and boxers off. In all honesty, you weren’t expecting Oikawa to be big like that. You were just expecting average to slightly average but that simply wasn’t the case. The brunette gives himself a couple of pumps before telling you to “turn a round. Face down ass up.”

You’re lying in anticipation and soon you feel him press against your entrance, teasingly sliding it along your folds. You whine in frustration, wiggling your hips. “Just put it in already.”

“Patience princess.” he coos, grabbing a hold of your hip before fully sinking in. Your walls seem to stretch to fit around him and once he bottoms out, his tip brushing against your cervix the both of you sigh. It doesn’t take long for him to start moving, slowly at first, rocking his hips at a pace that would make you comfortable, but that’s long forgotten once he gets used to the feeling of your gummy walls clamping down on his. “Fuuckk you’re tight.” he groans, using your hips as a guide. With every thrust, your ass jiggles and the guy can’t keep his eyes off how mesmerising it looks. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and fuels him even more, it’s addicting. You’re chanting his name like your life depends on it, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Atta girl.” he groans, thrusting in you harder. You’re head is reeling and soon you’re seeing stars, tears run down your face as you try to squirm away from the incessant bullying on your drenched cunt. “Try running away from me dollface?” he asks only pulling you closer. A harsh smack on your ass and you yelp. “Answer me.”

“Noo - mhm- hah.” your moans are high pitched and you squeal once the brunette places his spare hand on your clit, rubbing rapidly. The sensations are too much and you’re crying out his name, your toes are curly and you’re vision is going blurry. “Hah-Mghf - Gonna come Tooru.”

“You wanna come?”

“Fuck yes!” you scream out, feeling your high building up.

“You’re gonna come all over my dick and be nasty?” he asks, momentarily taking his hands off your now bruised hip to smack your ass again, addicted to the recoil. all you can do is moan in response as he ruts into you. The both of you are a mess, groaning and whimpering until you finally peak. Tooru’s continuous pounding makes you sensitive, it makes you cry out as your climax is prolonged. The boy chases his high and th both of you are panting, feeling delirious.

Eventually, he pulls out of you, his dick covered in your cum from tip to base, and you’re dripping with the mixture of both of you. You whine when he pulls out of you, feeling empty all of a sudden.

Tooru moves your hair out of your face and behind your ears with in one swift motion, his finger grazing your wet cheek and your legs quiver. The guy gets the both of you cleaned up the best he can before laying up in the bed, between the soft sheets. Soon after he joins you and the birth of you are resting, enjoying each other’s presence. Your head in his chest, his hands in your hair.

In an instant, the door flies open and standing there is a relieved Amber, walking further into the room. The both of you freeze, unsure of what to do, though the both of you realise that MAber hasn’t processed the sight in front of her. “There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Hi Oikawa. Why are you still sat down we need to go?” she asks raising her eyebrow. Oikawa begins grinning waiting for their realisation to dawn on her, and once it does her eyes go like saucers.

“WHAAAAAAAT?!”

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this took me soooooooo long to write and I'm super hungry. Does anyone know how to write any faster?

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velvetti · 1 year ago

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Poor little rabbit ♡

Warning: Non-con, saliva as lube (?), human with animal features, language barrier, cream pie, beastiality (?), not proofread

You were gathering herbs in the forest to prepare for dinner, your adorable rabbit ears bounced slightly and your tail twitched by every step you took. Today was a very lucky day! The sky is clear enough to travel freely but not too sunny, the air is perfectly cooled from the rain last night, it's the perfect weather for travelling!

You have managed to find plenty of spices already, your throat is dried from all the steps you took so maybe a little drink won't hurt, right? Following your thoughts, you walk to a drinking river nearby, looking left and right to make sure all the predators are gone before placing the herb basket aside, bending down to take a sip, the refreshing clear water helping to wash away your fatigue.

Then you straightened your back, stretching your torso and deciding to finally go ho- Wait what's that noise? You turn back just in time to spot a man with fox ears and tail heading your way, the fox seemed to have picked you as their meal.

You quickly grab the basket and attempt to rush away (keyword: attempt), just to be pulled back by your arm and pushed down onto the ground by the fox.

You tremble in fear as the fox licks his lips and slides your pants down alongside your underwear, he coats two of his fingers with his saliva before sliding them inside you without warning. Your hands grips onto the grass, panicking internally as you try to escape by kicking your feet. The fox leans in, biting your rabbit tail as his fingers continue to move in and out, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by this situation, you're a male rabbit! Not a female one!

The fox suddenly pulls his fingers out, cutting your thought process and causing you to jump slightly. The fox begins to unbuckle his pants, you try to yell for the fox to stop but it's clearly useless, you're a rabbit, he's a fox, you can't understand each other.

He aligned his tip with your entrance as his other hand snakes up to hold both of your rabbit ears, after a few short moments, he suddenly thrusts all the way inside, leaving you no time to think about the situation.

His hand moves to your hip to steady your body as he starts to rock his hips, going at a slower pace at first due to how tight you are, it gives you some moments to adjust to his size before he gradually increases his speed, his hand constantly pulling on your ears as a way to keep you away from losing in your thoughts.

He flips you over onto your back, moving your legs over his shoulders before continuing pounding you in a mating press in the same speed, letting out a few grunts and breathing heavily. He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead as a small gift for taking him so well, if you could understand him, he'll be complimenting how good you feel.

The fox finally finishes inside of you with a low groan, catching his breath and pulling out of you, watching as his semen drips down onto the grass. He couldn't help himself but placed a small kiss on your cheek before picking you up in bridal style and taking you somewhere, before your vision goes dark, you could see a faint smile on his face.

#bottom male reader #oc x male reader #original character #vel-fic

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hyperobsessedd · 1 month ago

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Joost Klein x Reader hcs

Joost x gn!reader

Summary: just a lot of very fluffy and general hcs about dating joost

This is my first real post on the account so I’m lowkey scared but here we go

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You and joost first met at a coffee shop

It was late at night when he walked in, you were alone working on something and he had came to edit a music video

You were in a cozy little corner that had a couple pillows and he sat next to you and started talking to you

You guys talked for hours before realizing that it was ten minutes before closing

He offered to walk you home and continued to chat with you

Before getting to your building you gave him your name and number

It’s been about 9 months since then and he asked you out on month 3

Even though you two have conflicting schedules he always try’s to make time for you

He’s very loving but sometimes that can turn to clingines

He loves to cuddle and just like to touch/be around you

It’s always a struggle trying to get out of bed in the morning because no matter the weather that man will always be hugging you in his sleep

Sometimes in the middle of the night he’ll turn around and bring you with him

Both of you love listening to music even if the genres each of you like are very different

If you guys have time before bed you’ll show each other different songs and artists each of you like

Even if it isn’t your cup of tea you’ll always try to listen and try to find things you like about the song

He isn’t the best cook but he trys

A couple of weeks ago he tried to be romantic and have a date night

He attempted (keyword attemped) to make your favourite pasta but the noodles ended up overdone, the sauce was starting to separate, and the side salad he made had way too much dressing

You got home to the sight of him sweating, covered in sauce, and his glasses halfway down his nose

You tried to be supportive by trying the pasta by itself and the salad (the pasta tasted burnt and wet at the same time and the salad wreaked of Italian dressing)

It’s safe to say he hasn’t even gone near the stove since the incident, instead he eats microwave meals and uses the air fryer if he feeling fancy

He still loves doing things for you whether that be reaching for a plate on the top shelf or buying you everything you touch and glance at

His tall stature comes at both an advantage and a disadvantage

Whenever he wants your attention he’ll take whatever you're doing and either hide with it or raise it above your head until you start paying attention

But if he has to use your car or something adjusting the seat will take forever and be very uncomfortable

One of his favorite activities is bothering you in many ways like poking at you, asking you dumb questions, repeating your name multiple times and saying never mind when you answer him, the list goes on

The only way to get him to stop is just ignoring him, it may take long but the outcome is so worth

“Honey, sweetie, pretty, baby, hello can you hear me?” “Why are you ignoring me? You’re so mean” he says with the cutest pout on his face

He looks at you like a kicked puppy when you start to laugh at his reaction

“This isn’t funny I don’t why you’re laughing”

You shake your head and continue to work

His fashion sense is amazing tbh

Sometimes each of you will dress each other for different events or even just pick random outfits when y’all are bored

Having little fashion shows is always very fun because he’ll do his best strut and model face

Having him walk in some heels you found at a random thrift store I’d always super funny

He tries to do his normal confident walk but the heels make him look like he’s about to break his ankles

Self care nights/day are a normal part of your routine that he occasionally like to join in on

Using sheet masks, lip masks, eye masks, and clay masks and Joost is always very funny

“What are you doing and why does it feel so cold?”

“It’s just a sheet mask don’t worry” you smooth out the little dents in the mask before opening a lip mask, putting it on his pink lips

“Now what’s that” he mumbles

“It’s a lip mask now shut up and let me take care of you”

He also loves taking showers with you

Not even in a sexual manner, just being next to you under the warm water is super comforting

He loves scrubbing your back with whatever your favorite body wash is and vice versa

If you like to bake he will always gobble up whatever you make

If you have a signature dessert trust he will be asking you to make it every so often, especially after he finishes a tour

Same thing goes for cooking but making food for him is much more dangerous

He will eat whatever you put in front of him immediately and gladly ask for seconds

He absolutely loves everything you make and he isn’t picky about anything when it comes to you

After eating he’ll help you with cleaning and drying the dishes

After everything around the house is done you get to bed and joost immediately stops whatever he’s doing

You start to worry about whatever he’s thinking “what, do I have something on my face?”

“No, you just look beautiful is all” he looks at you in awe

Before you pass out he whispers his “I love you”s before continuing to caress the top of your head and your stomach

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Hope you liked it! I’m always open to feedback and suggestions

pic isn’t mine I got it from pinterest

Reblogs and notes are greatly appreciated

#joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfic #joost klein fic #joost klein x you #joost klein #joost x reader #joost x you

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pronoun-arc · 2 years ago

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Copy-pasting what's under the cut for archival purposes:

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he/voidz/starshine/rain/🌌/🌧 pronoun flag

[PT: he/voidz/starshine/rain/🌌/🌧 pronoun flag]

for @hip-albatross

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#he-voidz-starshine-rain-🌌-🌧️#he-him #voidz-voidz #starshine-starshines #rain-rains #🌌-🌌s #🌧️-🌧️s #3rdpp #exipronouns #neopronouns #emojipronouns #nounself pronouns #technopronouns #keyword: space #keyword: weather #keyword: nature #keyword: sky #flags

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elizzsush · 3 months ago

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Escape Reality | Part 0

PAIRINGS: Batfam X Reader (platonic), Jason Todd X Reader (romantic)

—Why did you choose to get a dog? And why did you choose to walk him before the beginning of a storm? Well… you can’t say you regret it.

AU/Trope: Isekai

Rating: SFW (as always)

❥ [Part 0] - [Part 1] (not yet out)

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A/Note: Heavily inspired by the amazing and incredible @daydreams-to-passages ! They wrote something I hadn’t even thought of which evolved into this fic! I really just expanded on their ideas so this is like 70% them! This is a little short but it's really just a prologue.

Oh, and lastly: if you know me IRL no you fucking don’t!

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When you got a dog… well, every dog owner knows the joys of walking their perfectly well behaved dog. It's sometimes the best thing in the world! If you were to pick up into a light jog, your puppies ears would flap up and down- his fur blowing back as a nice breeze and cool weather egg you on for more of that same old walking.

But no, when you got a dog… well let’s just say you weren’t prepared to actually own a dog. You had just moved to New York, into a shitty cramped apartment, and you were lonely and depressed and what’s a good fix for all that? Getting a dog! A larger then a corgi sized dog. Weighing in at around 50 pounds was your new pride and joy! Your new terror and the reason why you now stay up later thinking “why the hell did I get a dog when I can’t afford my own food?” You made a choice and now your life was unraveling around you because of said choice.

But… you also felt guilty. It wasn’t erm… “Fido”’s choice to live with you. So you’d buy his food before your own just to make sure you can afford his, and you’d try and take him on walks every single day. Because, that small crappy apartment is doing nothing for “Buddy”…?

So yes, walking a dog is so relaxing and fun! If you can afford to take the time or buy training classes where they teach him how to… walk on a leash.

BARK BARK BARK!!

“The pigeons are gone, dude!” You huff and tug him away from the side of the sidewalk- across you was the park, where a lovely old women was feeding birds. Keyword: was. You dog… “bear”, was so unstimulated and just badly behaved… it often left you so very embarrassed and put out. So even after “Baxter” started his walk on again- satisfied with his bird scaring talents, he still tugged forward because you were apparently too slow by his standards. So, walking “Max” was great! Amazing even. What wasn’t great was… well you had hoped you’d be home by now, you had read the weather was getting cloudier but hey- a little water never hurt anyone?

Except everyone on the titanic.

The worst part? The damn dog was loving every bit of the rain, he even sat his ass down to chop on the rain above him!! Everyday you were a little more convinced he hated you… just when things couldn’t have been worse, a stupid DUMB cat appeared! It ran right in front of you and “buster” into an alley!

Listen, you had calmed down on the leash tugging since the damn dog sat down- you didn’t expect a cat! So yes, Mr “Duke” got away from you… THE FUCKING DOG GOT AWAY FROM YOU. You gave chase after a cat and a dog… no you’ll totally win this race!

And if you couldn’t have been miserable enough, you hit a fucking brick wall…

But… hey wait, you could have sworn you dog and that cat went this way…

Your nose was bleeding, you had checked it with your hand… and now you were blacking out. Thunder struck and that was the last thing you saw…

Then you died, much like the second robin did.

Actually, he died pretty heroically and was murdered by a super villain. You ran into a wall.

You also didn't die.

"What the actual fuck." You whined as you sat up and held you head. Great, now you had a headache on top of this rain... You were in an alleyway still. Sadly, that didn't change since you passed out. But for some reason it felt... colder? The whole neighbor streets turned dark and cold you realized once you stood up walked around. Everything just looked duller, less color, it felt like an invisible fog laid across the streets. The rain picked up harder, like some God or deity was trying to wash the city away. The building had turned to cool greys and blacks with pops of graffiti in the long narrow alleys. "What the actual fuck?" You spun around to look at more of... where you supposedly lived, trying to figure out what just happened.

In the distance, you can hear erm... your dog barking. Panic swelled in your chest like an ugly bruise. Darting towards the sound you calmed down slightly when you saw your dog sat nicely staring at a man. A man who was eating a hot dog in the pouring rain...

"No can't have my chili dog," scolded a black-haired stranger as you finally see your beloved dog. Both of them were standing under something, protecting the male from the rain while your poor pouch was already a wet dog. Just when the stranger was about to cave to your dog's whims and argumentative barks you shouted out.

"Dog," You yelled out and the pup's ears perked up. still, you pup was still for once in his life and not causing... too much trouble. His attention was now on you, but he still didn't move away from the man with food.

This action- or lack of action made you sigh. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notice the complete lack of people nearby.

"Dog, what does it not got a man?" The man asked absentmindedly, like he was more talking to himself then he was to you. Thankfully you had just closed the gap between the two of you when he said it, so you didn't miss his words.

Admittedly, you didn't give your dog a name... Nothing seemed to stick out or fit. "No- His name is uh... Dog..." You tried to defend yourself against the- on second glance- attractive male.

"You named your dog... Dog?" He raised an eyebrow, and you shrunk in a little more on yourself.

"Erm... Yes?" You doubled down...

"Okay," He accepted it with a little blink, and you'll miss it eyeroll. "Does Dog know any tricks?" He asked as he finished his hotdog and knelt down to pet... Dog.

You blushed a bit because... You hadn't taught Dog any tricks yet. You had gotten him a months ago, so he was still a somewhat fresh face... "He knows sit." He knows the basics of sit; his success rate with that trick was 30%, this stranger didn't need to know that though.

The stranger hummed like he didn't believe you. He shouldn't have but you still felt offended.

Wait, this guy looked a lot like... It was the black hair with a little white streak in it really, it reminded you so strongly of the second robin even to his leather jacket.

"Are you cosplaying," came out of your mouth before you could even think about the words properly. With a hand now smacked onto your mouth you looked away from the man with a hint of humiliation at his confused expression. "I mean- You'd make a really good Jason." You corrected only to see the male give a more... curious look.

"Todd, from DC," You added, hoping to clear away his curiosity. "Jason todd..." You added more when you realized this was probably getting nowhere, and you weren't in a place mentally to describe the whole robin situation- nor would he probably care enough...

"DC? Do you mean WE?" The male corrected with a hint of a smirk, like he knew something you didn't. "He's that guy's son, right? Before he died."

You couldn't help but frown. "Well yeah- I mean he came back... Are we talking about the same thing?" You sighed, looking at you pup now. You should really just take him home- cut the walk short. Just when you thought of that however, the stranger seemed to find that perfect spot behind Dog's ear and he leaned more into the Ex-Robin look-a-likes hand,

"He came back?" The male questioned; you just shook your head. You had gotten into a DC rant one to many times to get into one now, in the middle of pouring rain. While you sighed to yourself about that, you missed his suspicious looked and the way he began to eye you...

"What's WE?" You asked instead.

That was when he looked at you as if you didn't know anything. "You don't know Wayne Enterprises?"

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maidensveil · 1 year ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷LOVESTRUCKੈ✩‧₊˚

sypnosis; the bsd men are just so inlove w/ u! but what are their habits that they gained and/or stopped when they began dating you??

pairings; dazai, kunikida, chuuya, fyodor, ango/reader

warnings; mentions of suicide in dazai’s part(it’s literally Dazai =/)

oh.. this menace.. (but everyone loves him so yuh). Being with DAZAI has a lot of ups and downs, especially since he’s trying to get you to commit suicide with him. But ever since you two started dating, he started spending less time trying to die and not doing anything productive, and always coming up with excuses just to be in your presence. Especially if you’re tired from working too much. He knows it’s bad to get close with someone because all the people he card about in his life either disappeared or just left him. That’s what KINDA makes his clingy personality. (Keyword: kinda, his other clingyness is just there bc he is generally clingy for no reason at all.) this man’s love u so much he will do anything you ask! You tell him to do his paperwork?? he’s immediately sitting down on his chair working like a normal person. (Kinda, bc if u say u’ll reward him with a kiss, he’ll do his work immediately!!) if you tell him to stop drinking?? OKAY ANYTHING FOR YOU!!<3

KUNIKIDA knows you aren’t really his ideal type in a woman, but can’t help but be drawn to you. Once you two began a relationship, Kunikida tends to neglect his notebook just to look out for you/take care for you. If you point it out, he’ll just brush it off. He’s also really protective of you, even if it’s a little thing. Like when he makes you tea/coffee or any warm drink you like, he always tell you to be careful when touching it in order not to burn your hands or tongue, and always scolds you when you do the opposite. I also have this lil headcanon; whenever you both go to work, he’ll always check the weather forecast before leaving and brings an umbrella when it’s too hot/rains. It doesn’t matter if he gets wet, his priority is you not getting sick!

CHUUYA is a stubborn, hotheaded guy. He never listens to anyone(unless it’s you or his boss.) Before you guys started dating, he was always in a pissy mood, probably because of his work or his subordinates. But when you two started a relationship, his chihuahua mood somewhat disappeared. Yes yes, he knows. He always had a soft spot for you. But he didn’t know it would go this far as to change his personality! (Well as long as no one insults him or you, then yeah he won’t go back to the chihuahua phase.) hell, even the port mafia noticed his sudden personality change. he’s always gentle with you, especially since he knows he’s the strongest ability user.

FYODOR doesn’t really like overworking. But he has to do it for “the sake of the world” apparently. So when you come into the picture, you have to practically force him each time to stop working to rest even for a moment, to the point when he actually stops working even without you telling him not to. It’s just that you always force him to rest, that it feels weird if he didn’t take a break now. He also stops biting his nails, because “you say it’s unhygienic”, he says. He also doesn’t sleep much, but since he likes loves your presence and whole being, he forces himself to fix himself and his whole well being. hey, if you’re gonna “save” the world, you might as well look good while at it, right?

like fyodor, ANGO also doesn’t like overworking, in fact he hates it. But it’s his job and he signed up for it so.. no excuses. Ango knows his whole job is very dangerous, and you could get involved in dangerous matters, so from time to time, he makes sure to check up on you by texting you or calling you. It doesn’t matter what it’s about though, he just wants needs a response to make sure you’re safe. Same goes for you. You sometimes just send him a quick text to check up on him. Whenever he gets a free day from work, you guys usually stay in and relax together or just roam around Yokohama, but he’s mostly indecisive and will only go with where you want to go to or what you want to make up for the times he never is around you<3

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

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﹕ BROTHERLY BOND

Slight Yandere! Gojo Satoru x M! Reader | platonic

writer's notes: might make a part 2 on this but I'm not really sure. But maybe I will or not. Requests are also open !

synopsis: Y/n gets sent to a mission by their sensei; Gojo Satoru who supervises him.

warnings: Yandere themes, delusional gojo, obsessive themes, degradation. Use of he/him

credits to the owner of the drawings above ↑

Y/n, a first grade sorcerer from Tokyo Jujutsu High. He was on his way to their home room with Yuji trailing behind him. “Hey — wait up.” Yuji said trying to keep up his pace with the other.

“Oh — sorry.” Y/n mutters, stopping to look over his shoulder. Yuji smiles at him. “No worries, let's go!” He grinned, patting his shoulder.

Y/n nodded, walking behind the energetic pink haired boy. The two of them weren't technically close because of his under the weather personality and yuji is somewhat energetic and vocal but they try their best for their conversations to not be awkward, keyword; try.

The hallways were lit by the light outside as they walked, stopping at a wooden sliding door. Yuji was the first one to enter the classroom with y/n hesitating. He felt his stomach start to churn, it only happens whenever something bad is about to occur. He brushed it off as hunger since he didn't eat earlier this morning.

He went inside seeing his sensei and other friends. Gojo perked up seeing the young sorcerer enter the homeroom, standing up properly and putting his hands inside his pockets. “Since everyone else is here, let's start!” He grins.

Y/n sat down next to Nobara who greeted him. “Good morning, Y/n.” She smiled at the younger male. “Good morning to you too, Nobara.” He returned the smile to her.

“Alright listen up, my students!” Gojo sang the last bit, grinning. Clapping his hands to get their attention like a kindergarten teacher trying to get little kids to pay attention to them and it worked.

“Most of you did absolutely well during your last missions yet..” He trailed off, his eyes that are being covered by a blindfold glances at y/n. “One of you did hm.. how do I say it?” He tapped a finger on his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

The two—nobara and yuji—were nervous except megumi and y/n, they both knew they successfully nailed their missions without any casualties except for megumi, he encounters a bunch of curses at the same time. “Terrible? Disappointing? No no.. bad!” He snickered at how nervous the two were.

“Gojo-Sensei!” Nobara and Yuji cried out, hugging each other with yuji wrapping his arms around her neck, the respectful man that he is, he doesn't want to be called a pervert or anything of sorts by Nobara! “Please — just tell us! Even if the truth hurts” Yuji dramatically said, placing the back of his hand on his forehead as comical tears run down his face.

Gojo smirked, he lifted his hand — pointing towards Y/n who stiffens up, staring at the hand of his sensei. “Y/n-kun! I must say that I'm quite disappointed!” He placed his hands on his hips shaking his head as if he was his parent.

“What!?” Nobara shouted, his mouth agape looking over to the younger sorcerer. “But Gojo-Sensei, Y/n has been doing extremely well-” Yuji butted in but got shot down by Satoru.

“Ah-ah! No buts!” He sighs, the smile plastered on his face on a daily basis, finds its way back. The sorcerer knew that he has been doing fantastic with the missions he's been receiving and it frustrated him because he can't play the hero for his self-proclaimed brother once.

“You’ll be going on a mission, supervised by the one and only — strongest sorcerer, me! To make up for it of course” He cheered, clasping both of his hands together with flowers floating around him, it quickly dispersed when Y/n chimed in.

“Gojo-Sensei — I think there has been a misunderstanding. I successfully exorcised every curse that I encountered during my missions.” He said, looking at the white haired male. He clenches his pants in his hands. “Did I?..” He muttered, questioning himself.

“Technically speaking — ye- no?.. But besides the point, I'll be supervising you to check if you do in fact do well.”

Y/n grumbles, cursung under his breath before looking at the desk in front of him. “And what type of curse will I be fighting against?” He questioned the older male.

“A special grade curse!” Silence overtook the entire room whilst Gojo shifted his eyes looking at every one of them with a grin on his face.

“WHAT?”

“Oh.. I'm gonna die.” Y/n whispered, tugging on his hair sweating furiously. He slammed his head on the table.

“Isn’t that too much, Gojo-Sensei?” Megumi spoke up, squinting his eyes at their teacher who waved off his concern. “It’s fine! Plus he has me.” Gojo posed, sticking his tongue out. The black haired male knew of his obsession over the sorcerer who was the same age as him yet a higher grade level than him. He knew of satoru's twisted delusional plan yet he didn't interfere knowing the white haired male wouldn't be too happy.

“Still he can't fight— fight a special grade.” Megumi argued.

“I appreciate your concern for - y/n but he's a first grade sorcerer, he can handle it just fine.”

Their glare to each other was intense, not one of them backing down like it was some competition they intend to win — it was like they were communicating through their eyes. A hand patted megumi's shoulder making him look over to y/n who held a nervous smile. “It’s fine — really, gumi’.” He said, taking a deep breath.

“Y/n can't die!”

“He has so much to live for!”

Nobara and yuji cried as they hugged the boy tightly, sniffling. “I’m not dying — I think.” Y/n muttered.

“You think!?”

“Alright that's enough.” Gojo sighs, grabbing the two's collar and lifting them up away from the first grade sorcerer. “Other than that, you're all free to go! Oh and y/n, meet me at 7 pm outside the gates.” He grinned, throwing the two on the floor before skipping towards the door with his hands outstretched, pink flowers surrounding his figure as he giggled away from them.

Y/n deadpanned, shaking his head. “I guess, I need to prepare?..” He stood up, the chair behind him falling backwards as he lazily walked up to the sliding door.

“Y/n! Let's hang out before you die!” Yuji shouted, smiling before getting smacked by the back of his head by megumi who glared at him. “He’s not going to die.” He claimed, looking down at his feet.

“It’s not like Gojo-sensei will let him.” He whispered causing Yuji to look up at him confused. “Did you say something, megumi?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

The said male shook his head, following the rest to where they are headed.

“Oh! Oh we should go on a shopping spree with gojo-sensei's credit card!” Nobara suggested, stars forming in her eyes as she stared at the sky thinking of how much clothes she can buy with their sensei's card.

“What about we go to a cafe instead?..” Y/n nervous giggled, pulling the two other males. Once they got there, they sat down at the four seater table near the window. “fuwaa! look at those shops.” Nobara pressed her hands in the window, ranting about them.

Megumi stood up. “I’ll go ahead and order our usuals.” He nodded before going to the counter. Y/n was left with Yuji — who was sitting beside nobara — and her. 'this is going to be a long day..' He thought.

A few hours went by and it was time for y/n and satoru to go. “waa! don’t die on us, Y/n!” Yuji cried out, slapping his cheek when a mouth appeared. “Sukuna..” Y/n muttered under his breath, sweatdropping at the pink haired male who was beating his face to get rid of the extra mouth. Sukuna was spewing in about how the h/c haired boy will die in a gruesome and painful way, laughing before Yuji punched the mouth.

“It’s time for us to go now, Y/n." Satoru said passing by the group, opening the back seat door. The young sorcerer got in and he did as well. The car ride made y/n almost pass out but he tried not to fall asleep. Satoru kept his eyes on him the entire ride towards the destination.

“We're here!” Satoru skipped towards the gate of the abandoned school, it made y/n shiver just by looking at it. He was going to find the special grade there?

Nonetheless he followed the blindfolded man, the gates were already open and the conditions of it were bad, rust and mold were on the metal.

The surrounding area was pitch black. It scared y/n but satoru was going with him right?

“Now go inside! I must warn you that this curse is very very strict and that's probably why it chose to be here.” Satoru said, scratching his chin. He was hinting that the curse was a teacher of sorts in this abandoned school.

“Aren’t you coming along, sensei?..” Y/n looks at him desperately.

Satoru pretended to think before giggling. “No but I'll still be able to look after you throughout the entire school.” He grinned, pushing the young sorcerer inside the dark entrance.

“Wait — wait! Sensei!” Y/n breath hitched as he was pushed inside the school. He heard the door shut close and a click, his hand fumbled inside his pocket — pulling out his phone and turning the flash light on. He breathed out heavily, feeling his stomach churn again.

Maybe this was a sign to leave.

Yet Y/n was determined, taking small steps around the hallways. It terrified him to the core, the curse might pop out at any given time. He sighs in relief seeing the hallways with the windows lit up by the two lamp posts outside. He went upstairs, holding back a shout when he stepped on a dead rat, a shiver ran down his body, continuing to go to the second floor hallways.

He began to think about the curse; was it roleplaying as a teacher? If he made enough ruckus in the hallways would it come out considering satoru told him that it was strict. But then again, what he's fighting is a special grade curse. He needs to be extra careful—

Y/n felt a shiver run down his spine as everything felt heavy all of the sudden, he turned around seeing the curse or teacher inhumane face directly in front of his. He screamed in terror, jumping back. He was careful enough to not drop the phone — gojo bought for him.

It shrieked making some of the lockers drop on the floor, y/n gritted his teeth preparing to use his curse technique.

Gojo stood outside the school on a phone call. “I’m going to send the money later, I’m busy supervising my brother on a mission.” He cut the woman off. On the other side of the call, mei mei raised both of her brows hearing the word 'brother'. She didn't know he had one. He hung up the phone before she could reply, twirling it around his fingers.

He heard a loud shriek — that rumbled the ground — coming from inside the school, smirking. He slowly approached the entrance doors.

Meanwhile Y/n got thrown across the hallway, he groans before standing up to see the curse infront of him already. He barely dodged the attack by crouching down and side stepping trying to get away from the angered curse. “Fuck—where's gojo-sensei when you need him!?” he sneered, outstretching his arms in front of him.

Thread manipulation.

A few translucent threads came out of his finger tips as he prepared to use his curse technique. He made the end of the threads sharp, extremely sharp. He reeled his arms back before launching it forward. The threads travelled quickly to the special grade curse, piercing its body.

Y/n breathed heavily, this was consuming his energy and he didn't like that one bit. The curse broke the threads quickly making him panic because it was limited. “Fuck—” that was the last thing he said before staring up to see the leg of the special grade curse, it was going to slam him to the ground. Time seemingly was in slow motion. 'am I going to die here?' He thought.

A small crater was made, the floor was slightly shattered and the ceiling was close to falling, dust particles float around. Y/n felt the air knocked out of him, he was lucky the curse didn't thrust it's foot further into his stomach or else he would've had died.

Y/n rolled over, a rock hitting his side making him wince in pain, dogding another attack from the curse. He hoped that it wouldn't execute its domain too early, knowing his was weaker since he just started to learn a few months ago.

He stumbled into getting up, a few of his threads broke meaning he only has limited use against the special grade. “Curse technique: bindin—” The curse slammed its fist to y/n's stomach — resulting him into being thrown back, making a hole on the wall of the school.

Blood came out of his mouth as he rolled on the cemented ground, the impact made his head spin. He was going to die, tears slowly built up in his eyes. He was breathing hard, looking up at the wall seeing the curse walking up slowly to it, trying to find him.

Y/n tried to stand up, wincing as pain shot up in his shoulder. “fuck— that's fractured for sure.” he whispered, he stood up shakily. Lifting his hands towards the hole in the wall, making a web of barriers — using all of his threads — he sat down.

Y/n perked up, looking up beside him. “Gojo-sensei!” he shouted seeing the white haired man next to him looking ever so relaxed. He lazily waved to him before looking at the barrier he made. “Can't fight anymore?” he hummed.

“That's some cool barrier you did there.” Satoru didn't wait for a reply, seeing the threads get snapped as the curse ripped it one by one. He stepped forward getting in front of y/n. “Only a matter of time before it snaps.” He shrugged.

“You can take a few more hits, right?" Leaning forwards, and tilting his head as if he was mocking him. Y/n shook his head, feeling the pain from his shoulder intensifying. “Ah that's too bad then.” Satoru pouted, standing up properly. He looked over his shoulder. “I'm impressed that the barrier is holding up pretty well. That's just because that stupid curse isn't smart enough to break the wall beside the barrier." He chuckles at his own words.

“You can deal with it right, y/n?”

“Wait—please- help me, I can't- I'm gonna die- you told me that- you'll 'elp me!”

“Nah, you look just fine!” Satory mocked him, analyzing his appearance. His mouth and nose were covered in blood, his uniform ripped in some places. Hair tangled by the mix of blood and rocks. It made his head ache.

“No — gojo-sensei, I'm- I'm gonna pass out at this rate.” He stuttered out, closing his eyes trying to stay conscious for a bit longer. “Too bad, I'm only here to supervise and not intervene.” Gojo grins sinisterly.

“Gojo-sensei—.”

Gojo shushed him, kneeling in front of the sorcerer. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding.” He chuckled before continuing. “Now isn't this a sight to see.” He said sarcastically. It was time for him to play the hero. He lifted his hand and caressed his hair. “Did you even manage to get a hit?” He shook his head chuckling.

“Don't worry, Y/n.. I'll take good care of you. I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't right?” He tilted his head again, he was getting impatient, cupping y/n's face with his hands to make the h/c headed male look at him. Someone can call him a sadist for being happy to see him beaten up and pleading desperately for him to help but he doesn't care. “A weak and pathetic excuse of a sorcerer, you are brother.”

“I- gojo-sensei..” Y/n's ear rang, his eyes unfocused and blurry. “What?..” Then his head plopped forward, passed out. The said male stared at him for a second before standing up from his position and turning around to confront the curse who broke out of the barrier. He grinned. “You sure did rough him up, hm?”

“Don't worry, I’ll make this quick and painful.” Satoru said, stretching his arms out and legs. He stood up, lazily lifting his arm. Pointing a finger at the curse who looked confused, a red void appears on his finger in a circular shape.

“Curse technique reversal: Red.”

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