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You think you'll never get old and then one day you log on and there's a "First Manga" poll that Bleach, Sailor Moon, Naruto, and DBZ didn't make the cut for
#JJB YYH and OP are all much older than the others obvs sjdasj but still I !! MAN. I feel my age today lads!!! and i'm not even That Old yet#I have old dragon ball and dragon ball z comics in like Comic Book form not even graphic novel form like Newsprint Comic Books#My baby cousin mistook one for a coloring book when we were kids and colored in Vegeta's ape transformation with crayola scribbles đ#which would be a really cute memory if I liked that cousin aklsjask her shitty dad didn't even offer to replace it or even apologize???#anyway it was probably That#the first Manga Book I ever bought in the format they come in now was Naruto Vol 2 in 2004#the first actual manga I ever had were the two DB/DBZ comics in like...1998 lol#god I miss the drop swaps in high school man we'd each buy our own favorite series and just trade volumes with each other during breaks#literally The Only Thing I miss about high school lol#I'm pretty sure dude STILL has my Naruto dvds he swore he couldn't find. They were so cool it was pre-dub imported dvd sets that folded out#with the somewhat mistranslated english subtitles that would occasionally just display a whole line in cantonese you know the ones#that good good early 2000s 'anime as a niche interest you have to go to a hole-in-the-wall specialty shop to buy' shit#times have changed and I am so glad but there was something magical about that era of dragging a parent into a hovel to buy nerd shit#they think you're buying weed but no you're just a little weirdo and they don't know if they're glad or disappointed
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âDIGIMONâBUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY!â
⯠OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER
â summary: your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimonâdespite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring effortsâcan't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? college au.
â cw: virgin!satoru, gentle sex then rough sex , spanking (ass & pussy), slight sugar daddy/baby dynamic, coercion, dubcon, ecchi/pervy/freak nasty satoru, apprehensive bimbo!reader scared to nut, reader is also a bit of a tsundere brat but this isn't brat taming per se, oral fixation, toe licking, riding, prone bone, missionary, pussy eating, deep-throating, forced gagging, fingering, squirting, edging, olfactophilia, hand-job, protected & unprotected sex, bdsm references, masturbation, bit of somnophilia, pet names: Bunny (reader is called that in lieu of y/n), suggestions of geto x reader, mentions of satosugu and shokohime.
â a/n: in my crack smut bag again cause this white haired demon wont let me rest until i write this nasty shit. fr tho this fic 13.3k and literally 10k of it is Gojo fucking you six ways to sunday. fyi this is the same y/n from nerd!geto but this is a different version of that AU where suguru is the one who has rizz and satoru is the nerd. y'all better read this or i'll never write gojo again istg lmfao. also shoutout to @halosdiary for beta reading and telling me it was good enough to post lol.
eta: y'all won. its a series now lol
âFUCK YEAH, LETâS GO!!! I ALONE AM THE CHAMPION OF THE DIGITAL WORLD!!!â
Startled by Gojoâs sudden outburstâyou nearly rolled off the bed.Â
Thankfully Suguru is sitting next to you and caught you before you fell off completely.Â
Fully energized by his win Gojo sprang up from his elaborate PC setup, bouncing around the room in celebration. Fist-pumping the air he couldnât contain his excitement after winning the Tokyo Regional Qualifiers for the Digimon Online TCG.Â
âGuys, hey guys! See! I told you Iâd win! Iâm the strongest! The digidestined!â
You and Suguru exchanged exasperated glances before side-eyeing the hell out of Gojo.
This went on for a good 10 minutes so you had since returned to mindlessly scrolling TikTok, not wanting to encourage your grown-ass-almost-22-years-old-best-friendâs excitement over a childrenâs game.
âYou sure showed those middle schoolers, Toru.â
Suguru quips with a smile. Heâs clearly being sarcastic but Gojo is unfazedânothing could damper his mood.
âDamn straight I did!â
Both you and Suguru have to chuckle, rolling your eyes at his childish enthusiasm.Â
Despite the shared sentiment of annoyance over your best friendâs hobbies, you both were just happy to have Gojo back again. Two long years had passed since his parents made him travel the world on a rotation program, tasked with visiting the various Six-Vision Industries offices he would one day inherit.Â
Being the nerdy genius he was, Gojo stacked a mass of university level credits in high school. So even with missing the first two years of college heâd still be joining you as a third year at your university come fall.Â
After being apart for so long it was refreshing to hang out again and kicking it at Gojoâs mansion had been a daily occurrence since the start of the summer. Although things had definitely changed in the two years Gojo had been away there was one thing that certainly hadnât.
Gojo was still a fucking huge otaku nerd.Â
Youâd thought his time spent in the business world would have matured him. However, being abroad, away from his friends and spending all day around the âstinky old fogeys in suitsâ as he called them, only made him retreat further into otakudom.Â
That much was evident as his collection of posters, figures and manga had somehow only seemed to grow even with him away.Â
âAlright, while I just would love to stick around and hear more about you destroying the dreams of 12 year olds Toruâbeach girl just texted me, gotta bounce!â
Suguru tries to leave but Toru clings onto him practically spider monkeying himself onto his back in an effort to get him to stay.Â
âSugu! Donât leave! Weâve already been apart from each other for too long~~â
Sighing, Suguru attempts to pry his incorrigible bestie off of him.
âSatoru, you just spent the last 5 hours playing Digimon acting like me and Bunny werenât even here. Iâm sure if you go back to playing you won't even miss me.â
Gojo continues to pout as he whines for Suguru to stay.
âBut I miss you already Sugu!â
Gojo presses his cheek against Suguruâs as Suguruâs eyebrow begins to twitch.
âI know! Invite your date here! Our chef is 10 times better than any restaurant youâd go to and you know we have an infinity pool grotto and onsen!
While the offer was tempting as any potential date would be thoroughly wowed by the decadent splendor that was the Gojo Family ResidenceâSuguru would also thoroughly cuck himself once his date was given the grand tour.Â
Particularly the stop which included Gojoâs anime figure and otaku memorabilia rooms.Â
While a good number of them were harmlessly nerdy shonen or slightly ecchi isekai figuresâthe rest? Well the rest contained every kind of freak nasty hentai figure you could think ofâshibari, futanari and even the classic La Blue Girl tentacle dioramasâit was like a horny museum.Â
Although at this point it should be considered a horny mausoleum as no woman who walked in would be walking out still in the moodâit was surely a place where horny went to die.
âUh yeah, sure next time ToruâŚ.â
Suguru reaches back to pat Gojo on the head reassuringly.Â
Lying as he was more than certain there wouldnât be a next time. There wasnât even going to be dinnerâthis was purely a hookup situation.Â
â...but sheâs already waiting for me outside my placeâgotta run!â
Realizing Gojo still wasnât letting go, Suguru sighs realizing this would require him utilizing his Judo training.Â
In one swift movement, Suguru manages to shoulder-wheel Gojo and toss him onto the other side of his massive bed. The bed rebounds as he lands, slightly lifting you off your belly but you still are more interested in your phone.Â
This isnât the first time Suguru has Judo thrown Gojo off of him (likely wouldnât be the last either).
Saying quick goodbyes before Gojo could recover, Suguru manages to slip away.
âTraitor!!! So much for bros before hoes!â
Utterly dejected, Gojo crawls up next to you on his massive bed.
âAt least I still have you here Bunny.â
âUh, not to pile on but you know Iâm only here until Shoko and Utahime text me they are ready to go to the mall, right? Iâm in dire need of a new handbag!â
Now clinging on to you Gojo throws another small tantrum as the weight of half his sinewy body presses into your back, his lean muscular arms wrapping around your shoulders.
âNot you too, Bunny puhleeease!â
Youâve known each other since you were in diapers so it wasnât odd for you, him or Suguru to be found giving the others platonic cuddles like thisâoften all together too. The both of them were always so much bigger than you so you often enjoyed the comfort and security of always being the filling in the cuddle sandwich.
Gojo rests his chin on your shoulder watching as you continue scrolling TikTok. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before his irritatingly hyperactive nature gets the best of him, and he starts poking around your phone to click on other videos that werenât the 'mystery and makeup' ones you were watching.
âToru, you know you could get a lot of your own hoes to hang out with if you werenât such a huge otaku nerdâŚâ
You had to swat Gojoâs hand away again as he tries to click on another prank video and he rolls off of you with a frustrated sigh.Â
â...youâre almost as good looking as SuguruâŚâ
Muttering the last part of that under your breath. Arguably Gojoâs features were just as if not more striking than Suguruâs.Â
He was too hot himself for all of it to go to waste for being such a big dork.
âIâm sure Sugu would be happy to teach you âthe way of the fuckboyâ if you asked Toruâthat is if youâd actually go out clubbing like a normal 21 year old.â
âWhy would I do that though? My house is 100 times better than a club!âÂ
TouchĂŠ.Â
While no one in your friend group was what someone would consider poor, Gojoâs wealth paled in comparison to anyone elseâs and that went without saying. Heâd had everythingâif not moreâthan even the nicest tokyo club had. This was all thanks to his parents as socialites in their own right, often entertaining businessmen, dignitaries or foreign representatives with their ultra-exclusive parties.
âBesides, it wouldn't workââ
Gojo continued to pout.
ââSuguru would just get all the hoes anyway.âÂ
Easily able to walk up to even the most standoffish looking women, Suguru would have them reduced to bashful school girls in under 5 minutes. The women were always willing to hand over their numbers or drop any immediate plans to hang out with Suguru instead.
A good number of them had boyfriends already too.
Yet despite having the looks, Gojo opening his mouth ruined any advantage his lustrous blue eyes, exotic snow white hair and sharp handsome features gave him.
âWell, Suguru has a normal 21 year oldâs room for starters, Toru. Not full of nerdy ass anime posters and Digimon tournament trophies.â
Gojo goes quiet.Â
Driven from an early age to fill his head with knowledge of politics, technology, and international business relations, he spent the precious free time he did get with his friends or consumed by his own interests. Interests which just happened to be a bunch of otaku shitâDigimon in particular.Â
It was an escape heâd cherished as a child and that didnât change growing into adulthood either, if anything he needed it more now.
When Gojo doesnât answer you look over to see him actually sulking for real nowâface buried in a giant Agumon pillow plushie.Â
What a crybaby.Â
But the crybaby was one of your besties so you decided to lighten the mood and tease him a little.
âYa know ToruuuuâŚ.you could just fuck Sugu then. Donât think I havenât seen yâall get a lilâ handsy during our cuddles!â
You give him a playful smirk and mime grabby hands at him.
âOh and you havenât? Donât act like you wouldnât fuck Suguru either!â
No longer appearing mopey, Gojo is up and laughing again. Mission Accomplished.
âHey! I never said I wouldnât but this isnât about me, this is about you finally getting some play!â
You snap back but youâre blushing.
Like damn, who hadnât thought about fucking Suguru though?Â
âIt's not the same if he makes me bottom! Plus no one thinks I can get pussy!â
Gojo grumbles, hugging his Agumon plushie to his cheek.Â
You canât help but notice how cute and baby girl he looks all pouty.Â
Heâd definitely get women lining up around the block of his huge ass mansion if he could at least get to the dating phase without giving out the otaku ick.Â
âBecause you canât GojoâHoes donât want to fuck guys who play Digimon!â
âBut youâre a hoe and you like digimon too!â
Turning to look at him, youâd had half a mind to slap the shit out of Satoru but he had said it so earnestly. There was no sass nor malice behind his words.Â
Besides, you were a hoe. That wasnât something you ever denied.
You sigh.Â
âYeah I am a hoe now and Iâkeywordâliked Digimon. But that was back when I was a kid, Toru!â
Gojo scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âListen, youâre my friend so mâgonna keep it a buck with youâa guy concerned with being digidestined is definitely not pussy destined, you digidork!â
You playfully hit him with the pillow you were laying on, not wanting him to start sulking again.Â
Finally stimulated by something interesting Gojo wastes no time joining the pillow fight you initiated and you tussle with him on the bed until you both are exhausted and out of breath.Â
Of course you come out of it victorious though. By the end youâd pinned both the pillows and Toru under you.Â
Gojo however is back to pouting.
âUgh, Bunny seriously thoughâI canât go into junior year of college as a virgin!â
You smirk at his complaints as the answer is obvious.
âThrow away your figures and digimon cards then.â
âIâd rather die.â
âA virgin? At this rate you will.â
Gojo huffs in defeat as you settle comfortably on top of him this time.Â
Youâre about to reach for your phone again until you see a curious look flash across his faceâthe kind of look he always had as a kid when he thought of a hair-brain scheme that would lead to getting you all in trouble.
âToruâwhat is it? And why do I have the feeling mânot gonna like it?â
You pull away cautiously, but his large hands grip your waist, stopping you and causing you to squeak in surprise.
âHm, I dunnoâwas just thinkinâ... why donât you fuck me, Bunny?â
Your deadpan expression has Gojo scrambling, holding you closer in a vice grip when you try to squirm away.Â
âHey! Wait, Iâm serious! Come on, Bunny! I need the experience and you always tell us about all your hookups! You have the experienceâhelp a guy out!â
Staring at him skeptically you considered.
I mean sure, you always thought Gojo was attractive, more so since he returned this summer nearly a half a foot tallerâbut he was Gojo Satoru.
Your dorky, goofy, pervy otaku bestie practically since birth!Â
You couldnât just go and fuck him could you?
God, you could only imagine the taunts youâd get if word got out. Your friend group would never let you live it down!Â
âNah Toruâthat would be too weird!â
âHuh, how come? You said I was almost as attractive as Suguru earlier!â
You stiffen.
Fuck, heâd heard that after all.Â
âOoo, ooo! Annnnd, you said last week you wanted a sugar daddy⌠Well, hi! Iâm right here!â
The huge grin on his face has you frowning although more so because he was actually making some sense for once. I mean you were half-joking when you said itâwell, letâs be honest not really.Â
However, you mostly said it because while your family was well off enough, you still werenât living in the lap of luxury by any means like a Gojo clan member. Unfortunately for you though, you were born with the expensive tastes of someone who was. So while you could afford a cute Chanel bag or a MCM wallet here or there, youâd set your sights on something higherâa coveted Hermes Birkin.Â
Toru certainly could afford to buy you a whole truck load of them with what his family made in less than an hour.Â
Nevertheless that wasnât really the issue at hand.Â
In spite of you being far from a virgin, there was actually a good reason why you wouldnât be a good choice for Gojo to lose his v-card.
âEr, emâthatâs really not the issue, ToruâŚâÂ
Trailing off youâre the one pouting now as you glance at your nails.Â
âThen what? Donât tell me our lilâ Bun Bun is shy now? Over lilâ olâ me?â
Gojo teases you by sticking out his tongueâchuckling when you snap your head up to glare at him.
âYou wishâŚâÂ
You grumble, chewing your lip now and debating whether or not to tell him the truth while Gojo looks at you with wide and glassy puppy eyes. Shaking your head you come to the conclusion you could trust him with your secret.Â
He was the virgin otaku after allâheâs the one who should be embarrassed here!
âItâs just thatâŚIâI canât cum.â
Gojo just blinks at you.Â
Clearly confused with metaphorical question marks surrounding his head as that's definitely not the answer he was expecting.
âIâve slept with plenty of guys before but I never had an orgasm. I don't even really get closeâI mean, sure, it feels good, I guessâmostly just a little weird. I heard some people just canât and maybe that's me.â
You shrug, a bit nervous to look Gojo in the eye as you thought he may tease you further about this but was lost in contemplation. Almost as if he was seriously trying to do the biological math around what youâd just told him. Â
After about a minute more he finally asksâ
ââDoes Suguru know?â
A simple question, unloaded in tone as Gojo is genuinely curious but it leaves you flustered nonetheless.Â
âWhat?! Are you crazy?! Why would I tell him?!â
âJust figured if anyone could thenââ
ââHell no, Toru! Besides, what if he does? Iâm not trying to be reduced to a fuckboyâs pick me if he ends up being the only man alive who can give me an orgasm!â
Sure Suguru was hot as fuckâas was a lot of your other fuckboy friends (Toji and Sukuna)âbut you definitely didnât want to end up like the dickmatized girls that would follow them around and literally box each other in the streets over some cock.Â
You werenât much of a fighter anyway and your face was far too cute to be getting scratched up.
Pussy should be put on a pedestal, not the other way around. Youâd continue to be orgasmless before it came to that.
âMm, but Shoko and Utahime know?â
Youâre blushing more than ever this time.
âUm, yeahâT-They said once I realized all men were worthless to call them and theyâd give me multiple of them.â
Gojo snorted at that but he was now convinced you both could help each other.Â
âSo we have no other optionsâthen it's settled!â
In one fluid motion Gojo snatches away the pillows from between you and swaps positionsânow with you on the bottom.
âHuhâwaitâToru!?â
Gojo groans.
âCome on, Bunny! I want pussy, you want to cum on top of getting that Bikram bagâ
ââBirkin bag.âÂ
You corrected him.
âYeah that one! So letâs help each other out, eh? PULHEEEASEEEâJust the tip?â
You werenât at all convinced that Gojoâwhose sexual knowledge came purely from JAV, hentai and onaholesâcould make you cum.
But then again sure, fuck it, why not?
You were getting bored waiting for Shoko to call you anyway and if Toru was willing to come off a Birkin for a lilâ pussy, you might as well fuck him.Â
None of the other guys you had fucked even came close to making sex this worth it. Frankly this would be worth it even if you didnât actually cum. Â
âFiiiine Toru, letâs have sexââ
âFUCK YEAH!â
ââBUT weâre laying down some ground rules!â
Sitting up with a straight back, Gojo obediently awaited your orders.
âAnything you want Bunny, name 'em goâon!â
Gojoâs overenthusiasm was like a puppy and you were sure if he had a tail it would be thumping on the bed like crazy now.Â
You wanted to crack a smile but you know from prior experience that if you give men an inch they will take the whole goddamn mileâand Gojo of all people was no exceptionâso you are firm as you sit up to look in his eyes and lay down the law.
 âFirstâlike you said, just the tip.â
Gojo started to protest but the raise of your eyebrows had him changing his tune immediately.
âGot it! Got it! Just the tip would be amazing Bunny, what else?â
He chided himself and you continued.
âAnd secondly, just because you bros have no loyalty, itâs still âchicks before dicksâ over here. You better get your nut quick cause Iâm still leaving to go purse shopping when Shoko and Utahime call me.â
Gojo waves you off with that rule.Â
âPsh, we should have plenty of time, it's almost 6pm! Theyâve probably been too busy bumping their own purses together to go shopping with you for one. You havenât heard from either of them in hours!â
Fair pointâwildly out of pocket, but fair.Â
Still.Â
âBumping Purses!? Really, Toru?â
âYou know Iâm not lyingâbut thatâs it then, right Bunny?â
Not waiting, Gojo throws his shirt off and starts fumbling with the ties on his sweats before you stop him.
âNah, Toru, hold your horses! One more rule!â
Freezing mid-action, Gojo's hands are shaking as he expectantly gazes at you, waiting for the last condition before you give him the green light.
âFinally, thirdâand most fucking importanlyâif you make any, and I mean even just ONEâotaku reference, especially Digimon while youâre inside me Iâll snap your lilâ digidick off, understood?â
Gojo swallowed.Â
Hard terms to live with but something he would be willing to abide by for pussy.
âYes maâam! Got it! Just the tip, you will ditch me for the purse bumpers and no Digimon!â
Gojo repeats your rules matter-of-factly.Â
You roll your eyes but are satisfied enough he understood and you wave him off in the direction of your bag.
âGood. Now, be a good boy and go get a rubber out of my purse.âÂ
Bolting over to your purse Gojo grabs a pack of condoms and is back on the bed in an instant.
Reality sinking in on what you were about to do and who you were about to do it with, you suddenly become hyper aware, appraising Gojo.Â
You note just how much in the two years since high school heâs grown. Still a bit lanky in areas but overall he filled out more for sure and his muscles were much more defined rippling underneath his skin as he eagerly clambered over you. Gojo still possessed the same piercing sky blue eyes that lit up a room but they looked all too predatorily hungry now that he was hovering over you.Â
You swallow.
Youâd feel almost completely out of control of the situation if it wasnât also for the bundle of nervous energy radiating off of Gojoâhis hands spasming like he might bust his pants the moment he touches you.
You try to maintain your composure, but your jaw drops and your eyes widen in shock when he finally pushes his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion.
Gojo was fucking huge!
âToruâwhat the actual fuck?!â
Third leg was a massive understatement.Â
I mean you didnât think heâd be smallâyouâd been around him enough in boxers, sweats, pjs, etc growing upâbut you didnât expect this.Â
He was definitely a grower and Christ did he just fucking grow!
Gojo looked puzzled until he followed your wide eyed gawking down to his lower half.Â
Heh.Â
âAm I the biggest youâve seen, Bunny?â
Growing prideful Gojo pokes at you a bit and your ogling only grows more incredulous.Â
You didn't know if he was the girthiest but certainly the longest by far. Heâd actually puncture a lung if he stuck that whole monstrous thing in you!
It would literally have to be just the tip and you are thanking God right now that heâd already agreed to those terms. That would be much too uncomfortable to cum from and you are beginning to question how the pornstars manage. This wasnât a JAV but Gojo, if his company ever went belly up, certainly had a promising career on OnlyFans ahead of him.
Gojoâs chest puffed up ten times more from your staring as he slipped the condom on (which only fit two-thirds of the way down).Â
âO-Ok, Bunny now you!â
His cock throbbed more violently the longer you looked at him. The anticipation is contagious to say the least and you can't help but feel your chest warm at his eagerness.Â
Gojo wants to get the attention off of him and you smile at him knowingly.
âYou mean you donât want to take my clothes off yourself?â
The thought never occurred to Gojo but he dumbly nodded. Your yelps echo in the room as his massive hands are on your hips faster than lighting pulling you towards him.Â
The motion causes your tits to jiggle, the soft mounds moving freely beneath your spaghetti strapped halter and Gojo berates himself on how he only now is noticing you werenât wearing a bra all this time.Â
Gojoâs mouth goes dry at your nipples, already peaked and poking through the thin fabric.Â
Your nipples pucker further when the crisp air of the A/C hits them after Gojo pulls your top overhead and you arch up to assist, not realizing you presented yourself to him like a treat to a dog.Â
âT-Toru!!!!â
Gojo wraps his strong sturdy arms fully around your body. Pressing his face deep into your chest as his warm wet lips latch onto a nipple. His mouth now suctioned to you, Gojo swirls and flicks his tongue around the hardened bud. Gojo moans around your flesh, pleasantly surprised at how addicting the sweet salty taste of your skin is.Â
If Gojo wasnât sure he had an oral fixation before he surely knows now. Zoning out everything else except for the sloppy sounds of him worshiping your breast, he relishes the contrasting textures of his rough tongue suckling the soft skin of your swelling bud.Â
Gojo surely would have been latched onto you for hours and you are only able to pry his head away when he releases your nipple with a wet pop to take a breath.
âTORU!!!â
Youâre panting and red faced as you yank his head back.Â
But Gojo is a man solely focusedâtongue hanging out off his mouth captivated by how cutely your areola puffed as it glistened with his spit and fighting overwhelming desire to get the other one in a similar state.
âHuhâBunny, b-babyâyou taste so good nâ your tiddies are so niceâso fuh-kinâ soft.â
Gojoâs tongue is hanging out of his mouth drooling as he attempts to dive back into your chest. you feel his heavy cock on your thigh as his hips begin to rut against you.Â
This was too much!
âStop Toru! Youâre being too rough, they are sensitive! Besides, timesâ ticking! Remember I have no problem leaving you blue balled if Shoko or Utahime call me!âÂ
You do your best to give him a disapproving look as you blush.
âAwe but you seemed like you were liking it, you were whining loud enough.â
âShut up nâjust get on with it!â
âYes maâam~~â
Enjoying your breasts so much Gojo almost forgot he hadnât even seen your pretty pussy yet.Â
Making quick work of your shorts, Gojo manages to pull them down just over your core but is stunned once again as he burns the image of the skin-melding fabric of the mesh hot pink g-string covering your cunt. The thin satiny straps dug into your supple hips amplifying your curvaceous form.
Fucking slutty as hell! Â
Rivaling that of even his most favorite and most scandalous hentai figures.Â
This was so much better, so much more lewd as the clingy fabric struggles to cover the fat of your plump pussy lipsânot like the transparency of them left much to the imagination.Â
God help him, he just wants to tear them off with his teeth and open mouth swan-dive into your dewy lilâcuntâ-pushing his tongue deep into your peachy core tongue fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until he drowned in your milky nectarâbut he has to restrain himself.
You probably wouldnât like that too much given your reaction earlier and heâd die if youâd happen to just call the whole thing off.
Mouth drying and hands twitchingâGojo is trying so hard to be a good boy and contain his more perverted instincts.
âEarth to Toru! Y-You good?â
Gojo looked like a tightly wound coil ready to pop in every sense of the word and you hated that his nervousness was making you nervous too.Â
So on edge you almost jumped once his eyes snapped up to meet yours.
âG-Great, BunnyâŚj-just fine.âÂ
Gojoâs voice falters, becoming more pitchy and you giggle. As much as Gojo wants to look at your pussy as he peels the flimsy moist fabric off of them he couldnât do that at this momentâhe would actually bust his pants.
Instead, Gojo leans in to kiss you, but you block him. He ends up kissing your palm instead.
âToruuu⌠that be too weird, weâre friends remember?â
âYeah friends who are fucking, Bunny! You mean you wonât let my tongue in your mouth but youâre letting my dick inside your pussy?!â
You knew it sounded nonsensical even before he said it back to you. But your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you could barely hear him anyway.
You didnât know what you were scared of this time?Â
You had let all your other previous hookups makeout with you but Gojo was different.Â
This felt entirely different.
You didnât know why, you just knew it was and you were apprehensive of the unfamiliar emotions he was stirring in you and this wasnât supposed to be anything more than an arrangement between friends.
âDonât you need to warm up tho Bunny? Obviously mâno pro at thisâbut even I know a little bit more foreplay is usually needed?â
Your heart beats louder at his concern but you push that aside trying to focus on your breaths.Â
Satoru should have been the easiest lay but for a reason that alludesâyou were coming undone before him.
âShut up Toru and just fuck me! The foreplay stuff doesn't matter, it won't make a difference anyway, mânot gonna cum! Also youâre big af so grab your lube. We're gonna need lots of it!â
Toru pouts but follows your commands without fuss.Â
Although heâs anxious to get his dick wet he also is still thinking of how he can hold up his end of the bargain other than a stupid purse.Â
You said he didnât need to but he wanted to.Â
The thought of finally losing his v-card excited him but there was something that made his cock throb harder at being the first man to give you an orgasm.Â
But you donât want him to touch you beyond what was absolutely necessary, so how was he going to accomplish that exactly? Â
Gojo was a genius and had the IQ score to prove it, heâd be able to solve the problem once he was inside you, right?Â
Turning back to face you after retrieving the lube from his nightstand, Toru has to grab the base of his cock this time to keep from prematurely coming in the latex that was already starting to thicken with his precum.
There you were laid out like a slutâpanties pulled to the sideâfingering yourself a bit to loosen up, having reconsidered his suggestion of foreplay when the twitching on your thigh reminded you of how big he actually was.
âOH SHIââ
You notice his jaw hanging open, utterly entranced as his eyes follow the motions.Â
You knew you should be letting him do this to get the experience but honestly there was no sense in setting Gojo up for failureâdelivering a significant blow to his ego when he inevitably couldnât make you cum. You didnât want to damage him even more if he felt it was his fault your pussy was apparently broken, you having tensed up completely every time a guy had tried before.
But you canât deny you are getting some pleasureâif only through your own amusementâas you grab his cock and pump the lube he poured down his latex covered shaft, still fingering yourselfâmuch to Gojoâs delight and wonder of seeing an actual real pussy up close.Â
Gojo sucks in air and groans pitifully as your hand spreads the cool gel over his length which only intensifies his ache to be inside of you.Â
âCâmere, ToruâŚâ
You beckon sweetly, guiding him forward with your back against the pillows, you tease the crown of his tip through your folds preparing him for missionary.Â
Gojo nearly bites a chunk out of his lip when his thick cockhead finally catches over your slicked entrance and youâre left wincing.
âT-Toru, e-easyâo-ok? Not too deep...â
A breathy confirmation shudders out of Gojo as heâs easing himself into your warm tightening cunt. The stretch is immediate which mentally confirms for you he is also the girthiest youâve ever had as well.Â
Your heels dig into his hips to brace yourself while he hovers over you, arms shaking.
âFUUUUUHHHHââ
Even with the rubber on, Gojo still thinks he might melt from how warm and tight you areâso much better than even his onahole with the custom grip and heating features.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, Gojo has to count backwards from a million, recite Japanâs national anthem, list the GDPs of the top 10 wealthiest countriesâanythingâor he will cum too soon or worse, crack and drive his hips until heâs all the way to the hilt from the way your dangerous lilâ pussy is sucking him in.
God, it felt like your slutty cunt had a mind of its own calling for him to push in a lilâ deeper, greedily begging for him to go a lilâ further but Gojo resists.Â
Sweat beads on his brow from the exerted effort of sheer willpower to keep his promise to you.
To Gojoâs credit, he really is doing his best, only a little less than a third but due to his length that's still a lot.Â
Your eyes wander up to Gojoâs face and away from where he is wholly splitting you open, lest you clench on him even tighter and you knew you needed to relax. Even if you weren't really feeling much but the overwhelming strain from the tight fit, looking at Gojo you were happy that he appeared to be in bliss at least.Â
His eyes still squeezed shut, mouth hanging open and spittle flowing down his jaw Gojo was in his own world as he continuously babbled nonsense about how perfect your cunt felt around him.
Just the tip in you for all of 20 seconds and already pussy drunk from just this much.Â
âB-Bunny, Oh SHHIIIâB-Bunnyâmâcute BunâFAH-ACK sâgudâmâgonna cum soon UHHâpussy feels sâgoodâoh-oh my god!âÂ
Although his entire body is quaking with pleasure, the few functional brain cells that survived the fiery blaze of your sinful lilâ pussy are still thinking of you.Â
Gojo tries to give some attention to your neglected lilâ clit, but a single swipe causes your leg to jerk and you promptly push his hand away again.
âN-NO! Pleaseee, mâtoo sensitive Toru! J-Just focus on your thrusts! Y-Youâre sâclose, mâcan feel your cock twitching i-i-inside me...â
Gojo wants to challenge you on thisâsuspecting from the way your cunt felt constricting around him you felt something pleasurable thenâbut heâs too far gone and much too inexperienced to keep focused on anything else.Â
Especially when you are so explicitly describing him fucking you.Â
Grabbing his face you bring your foreheads to touch to help calm him so heâd last a bit longer. Although you still hold his face to prevent him from kissing you, he's close enough that you're sharing the same breath, now looking into each other's eyes.Â
He struggles to maintain eye contact though before the magnetism of your heated core had them rolling back again.
You're still not close to cumming, yet you are beginning to enjoy the warm comforting feeling of being this full as he holds you close, his short thrusts gaining momentum.Â
Sharing intimacy with someone you actually cared about for once is really nice and you wouldn't mind having more sex like this even if you couldn't cum.Â
Thumbing over Gojoâs moist lips you coo sweet praises to him as he desperately moans around your delicate appendage. Suckling your thumb between his lips and nursing on it until he can no longer contain the heavy breaths that overpower him and fan across your face.Â
Sharing the same exhaled breath is making you light headed and you mewl at the keen sensations it stirs in your pussy that has him full on gasping now. Gojo releases the whiniest moan as he falls into you, unable to support his arms any longer.Â
Showering your neck with open mouth kisses as his body curls more into yours.
However it all proves far too much when Gojo faltering more in his promise, slips more than halfway into your cuntâinstantly filling the latex as it balloons inside of you as you scrape your heels against his back.
SHIIIIIT! He sâbig!Â
Despite nearly splitting your poor pussy into two at the end though, Gojo did such a good job for his first time.Â
Youâd forgive him just this once though as you wrapped your arms around his head, gently petting his undercut. His heaving breaths quiet under your soothing touches, finally ceasing the stream of his spit and tears that had been pooling in your collarbone.
Staying like that for a while holding him while his heartbeat calms to match yours and his length softens inside you. You close your eyes peacefully for a few moments before you hear your phone vibrate next to you.Â
It's Shoko!
Shokoâs text apologizes for the delays and offers to get dinner insteadâpromising to go shopping with you and Utahime tomorrow since they got held up and you make plans for dinner in two hours.Â
Perfect. That gives you plenty of time to clean up and get yourself presentable.Â
âDid you cum even a lil bit, Bunny?â
Oh sweet baby, if you have to askâŚYou think to yourself but it's not poor Toruâs fault your pussy is out of order.
âUm, no Toru babyâbut you did so well! Ya know youâre actually pretty cute and considerate when you get a little pussy. Iâm sure youâll manage to make any girl you happen to get naked happy!â
Gojo counters you with a disappointed look still panting slightly as he pulls out and rolls over bringing you towards him to cuddle. Allowing him, reasoning that you donât have to get up right this second.
Yoour back meets his chest and itâs then you notice the condom still inside you. Figures since it was much too small in the first place. Yet you couldnât complain as it managed to do its job due to Satoru not going all the way in. Breathing out you grimace a bit as you still had to give it a pretty good tug to lodge the filled latex out of your sore cunt.Â
âGoddamn Toru, you were pretty backed up huh?â
Having witnessed the entire display from over your shoulder and the sight of the light blue rubber covered in your fluids while drooping heavily with his own has Gojoâs dick stirring again as you jiggle the rubber demonstrating its fullness before tossing it into the bin beside his bed.Â
Conflicted Gojo broods for a while as he hugs you to him.Â
While his body felt mostly satisfied, seeing you still unsatisfied put a huge damper on his mood.Â
Sure you had told him you couldnât comeâbut would any girl cum without much foreplay or stimulation?Â
Even the darker hentais and JAVs heâs seen had more foreplay than this!
Hmmm...Â
Thinking over the experience again in his mind he had a hunch that if right could cure your lack of orgasms but needed you to let him fuck you once more to be sure.Â
âSo youâre gonna hit and quit just like that, Bunny?â
He teases clinging onto you again when you try to maneuver out of his embrace.
âNo time for more cuddles ToruâShoko texted, weâre getting dinner in two hours.â
âWait! Bunny! Thatâs so far awayâLet me go again, pleeeease!â
Gojo is determined this time to make you cum for real! And, yeah you knowâyour slick heat sliding up and down his cock again would be a highlight too.
âToruââ
ââCome on bunny! We solved my problem but we haven't fixed yours, you still haven't cum yet!â
âToru, I thought we understood we were never going to solve my problem in the first placeâso don't stress! Also I know this is probably the first time a girl has said this to you and actually meant itâbut it's really not you!â
Gojo puts his negotiation face on.Â
You wanted to play hardball? Bet.
âIâll give you my black card for a whole week!â
Gojo turns you around to look him in the eye so you could see how sincere he was, he really wanted to try againâhe knew he could make you cum this time!
You sighed.Â
You couldn't really be mad at himâin fact, it was actually the cutest thingâthat he wanted to keep trying for your benefitâbut you didnât see the point when it would just lead to the same result. You donât even need to glance down to see Gojoâs cock was just as resolute as heâs already recovered and fully brickedâlength pulsing against your ass.Â
Wellâgiven his last performance you were sure heâd last all of five minutes and if you had his black card for a whole week you were about to tear the entire Hermes store upâa Birkin and a Kelly in every color!
Hell, maybe you could even get the coveted baby pink ostrich one.Â
âMmmâkay, Toruâblack card for a week! No limit!â
âYup of course! Oooh noâWait, no rubbers and I'll let you have my new g-wagon too! I hear raw sex is sooo much better you will cum for sure then Bunny!â
Well you knew a good bargain when you heard it.
Throwing the unopened condoms to the side you laid back down.
Imported European cars are stupid expensive to get in Japan and if he was coming off a g-wagonâespecially as it was a custom powder blue matte with dune colored seats and shiny platinum rimsâthen he could have as many two-minute pump sessions as he wanted.
Heâd likely pass out from dehydration in less than twenty tops anyway.
âOkay, but same rules as before except no cumming inside Toru! I mean it! It's too much of a mess to clean up after, itâll be dripping all night especially all that you came last timeâŚâ
The thought of your gooey tender cunt weeping his nut for hours has Gojoâs balls tightening in want of making it a realityâbut he knew if all went to plan youâd be begging for it!Â
Firstâhe needed you to take a more active role this time. He saw you settled back onto the pillows and that simply wouldnât do.Â
âUm Bunny, can you be on top? I-Iâm dying to see what your cute tiddies look like jiggling all crazy like in my face.â
You cover your chest, frowning in offense at his more debauched ecchi preferences but you agreed nonetheless.Â
Relenting as itâd likely have him cumming sooner and then you could finally get ready to meet the girlsâall in your new g-wagon, although youâd definitely have to make up a lie as to how you scammed it out of Gojo.
Gojo takes your place on the pillows, amused as now itâs his turn to beckon you forward. Steeling yourself, you embarked on your climb to mount him. Tall and lean with wisps of hair sticking to his face Gojo looked more like he belonged in a painting, unnerving you that a face only an artist could sculpt admired your body with his lustful gaze.Â
He was too sexy for his own nerdy ass good like this and you failed not to whimper when his strong hands settled at your waist.
Lube in your hand you smirk, gaining some confidence back when you hear Gojo hiss as the cool gel once again spreads down his fiendish girth that pulses restlessly at your touch. The sensation is all the more agonizing without the latex barrier hindering him as your, your silky smooth palm glided over his bare cock before tugging back the sensitive foreskin covering his crown head.Â
Licking your lips you almost want to bend down and taste the pre marbling like a pearlescent jewel on his pretty exposed cockhead.
Heâd probably cry like a baby if you did, you mused with a grin.Â
Good God girl snap out of it!Â
You chastise yourselfâno, you had to focus and end this quickly before you lost your mind. The idea of fucking Gojo beyond what he could buy for you started to get more appealing and you couldnât allow that.
Readying yourself to mount him this time you realize your pussy is quivering in anticipation of the stretchâit was uncomfortable last time soâwhy was your body reacting this way?
Your own pussy betraying you as she seemed to yearn for the opportunity to gobble him up, taking him in with less resistance in spite of you. Flexing around the thick intrusion inside your core you shiver in feeling the curve of every vein on his girthy cock as you lowered yourself onto him.
The way your pussy flexed as a jolt of electricity ran through you scared youâa new sensation bubbling up inside, threatening to make you lose yourself in the feeling. Must be survival instincts you rationedâyour cunt scared for its life never having encountered such an acute danger like Gojoâs dick before.
The burn was pleasurable this time, sucking in sharp breaths at every slight movement of him moving inside your core. Yet Gojo is in even more blissâfrom the serpentine motion of your hips cascading over his own to how your your puffy pussy lips looked so wonderfully parted, stretched open around his cockâFUCK!
How was he going to complete his plan if his brain just started turning to mush everytime your dangerously succulent cunt grinded against him.
âOâooo shiiiiiit!â
âY-You okay, Bunny?â
Although Gojo himself looked like he was in agony his face was reddening from how good your raw gummy walls were surging around his length.
âHhnng, fine Toruâyâer j-just big.âÂ
Gravity was your natural enemy in this scenario and you took him a bit past halfway this time.
Wanting to distract you, his large hands grope your tits but you knock him awayâyour stomach fluttering.Â
âWhat's wrong, this time?â
â...sân-nothing, itâsâjust put your hands on my hips, it helps me so my legs don't get tired.â
You lied.
Well your legs were quivering but more pressingly your heart started to race and you didn't know if it was because a cock like this could actually relocate your uterus to your lungs or if youâd actually started catching something similar to romantic feelings for Gojo Satoru.Â
Either one was unacceptable in your book.
âHurry up and cum, Toru!âÂ
However Gojo is about to say something, your phone rings.
âI-Its UtahimeâŚâ
âDonât answer Bunny! Focus or youâre never going to cum!â
âI can multitask, Toru! Besides, on the small chance I do I know it's definitely going to take longer than the two minutes you lasted before.âÂ
Hushing Gojoâs protests and eyes flaring at him to be silent, you answer the call.Â
âBunny!â
âHime!â
You greeted each other with your usual peppinessâlike Gojo wasnât 6 and a half inches deep with 2 and half more to goâgive or takeâinside you.
âWhatâs up? Oh erm, what am I doingââ
A sly and haughty smile plays on his lips and you scowl at him.
ââIâm still at Gojoâs and noâIâm not doing much at all right now! Hahaâyeah. I can definitely talk, of course!â
Gojo frowns as his eyes narrow and to placate him you start half heartedly rotating your hips.
You still looked sexy as hell though. Even with less effort expended it was still a workout as shown by the sheen of perspiration glowing off your body. That delectable sight combined with the light swaying of your tiddies was more than enough for him to cum if he just focused on himself.
But he was determined not to this time, not until you had.
âSee Toru? They were helping Shokoâs parents!â
You stick out your tongue and he makes a face back at you.
âOh what?âsânothingâHa! Well ok! He said you were too busy bumping pussies to go to the mall with me! Pshâtypical am I rite? Huhâput you on speaker? LOL O-OKAY.â
Snitch!Â
Gojo mouths to you offended youâd rat him out like this as Utahimeâs voice shrills through the phone.
âSatoru you loser! You have to talk about our pussies cause you could never have one of your own in a million years!â
Snorting with laughter Gojo is more than amused.Â
If only they knew.
You pale signaling at him to âSTFUâ or he could finish himself off.
âAww, is that so Utahime? Iâm so hurt.âÂ
The mischief in Gojoâs voice is obviousâheâs clearly mocking you.
Annoyed with him getting the upper hand and feeling sassy, you pile onâ
âExactly Hime! I mean he might get someâbut a total otaku like him wouldnât know what to do with a pussy if he even ever got inâEEP!â
A heavy handed smack comes down on your assâhard.Â
The force ripples its way into your cunt causing you to feverishly tighten as your tongue pushes a low moan out between your lips.
âOh ho hoâwhat's this? You actually like getting spanked huh, Bunny? You dirty, dirty girlâŚâÂ
Gojo is whispering again before his hand once more swats at that same cheek.
The sting causes saliva to pool in the corners of your mouth.Â
If looks could kill Gojo would have died a horrible deathâthat is if you could focus enough to even glare at him. Youâre absolutely mortifiedâtoo consumed by the spanks that fiercely rained down on your reddening bottom, your pussy getting shamelessly wetter with every hit.
âAHâFAHHHââ
âBunny! Whatâs happened?!â
You hear Shokoâs concerned voice this time.
âN-N-Nothing, G-Gojoâs being mean to me cause I told on him! H-He pinched me so hard Shoko!â
âLiar!â
Gojo mouths again and his demeanor turns absolutely devilish.Â
Oh? So that's how you wanted to continue to play?Â
You were such a brat sometimes but then again so was he and his competitive nature soared at the challenge.
âOh did I? Like this, Bunny?â
Gojoâs palms cup your tits roughly before he pinches them, twisting your nipples causing the slobber that collected to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.
âShiiiiâT-Toru! S-STOP YOU A-AHHHâSSHOLE!!â
The grip his thumb and forefingers have on your sensitive buds intensifies and you can barely keep the phone in your grasp as you hold it out arm extended to keep your cries from being heard.Â
With only one hand free thereâs no way for you to worm nor pry his hands from your tits as you are still struggling not to sink lower and choke on your own tongue from the electrifying sensations assaulting your cunt.
This couldnât be what it was like could it? This overwhelming feeling?
You didnât want to admit it but as tear-inducing as the sensations wereâthey felt real fucking good.Â
Your hips began involuntary rocking as your core now craved how Gojoâs cock scraped against your walls like it was trying to carve itself even deeper inside you if youâd let your hips drop just a little bit lower.Â
âToru! Stop picking on our Bunny! Donât make us come over there and kick your ass!â
The sweat that now runs down Gojoâs brow threatens to blur his vision but heâs locked in and focused. The phone situation being so fucking raunchy combined with the way your pussy is creaming on him (despite you trying your hardest not to feel good) has him stressed.Â
Swallowing he had to try hard to keep up the act as well as please you without cummingâit would be a feat if he accomplished it to say the very least.
God, this was all so shamefully vulgar.Â
Did you do this on purpose answering the phone?Â
He didnât even know this was a kink of hisâor yours apparently.
But your âproblemâ was now clear to Gojo:
Itâs not that you couldnât cum, itâs just that you were scared to cum.Â
Any real stimulation triggered your fight or flight.Â
You were perfectly capable, you just needed a bit of forcefulnessâhowever the effect of it terrified you and you bolted from it every time you had sex with someoneâuntil now.Â
Heh, there would be no more running from the nut for his little bunny rabbit.
Gojo wonders how far into his ecchi depravity he can take you.
âYour Bunny, huh?â
Gojo's eyes squinted as if he could stare down Shoko and Utahime through the phone.
You were his.Â
He was the one who was going to make you cum and frankly he didnât give a fuck anymore if Shoko or Utahime heard itâin fact he wanted them too.
Planting his feet into the bed, Gojoâs form shifts as he swiftly grips your waist simultaneously bringing you down while driving his pelvis upâpummeling his entire length into your guts. The prickly patch of groomed hair at his base tickles your poor abused lilâ clit which had been forcibly nestled into themâthe result of being smashed against his pubic bone.Â
âFUHCCCKâMUTHERFUHHâSHHHHâHIIIIIT!!!âÂ
Vision momentarily blacked out and burning with tears mixed with your running mascara, your pussy still reeling from the sheer magnitude of Gojos long girthly length now all the way sheathed and practically tearing through your womb. Your eyes are firmly lodged in the back of your head, the electrifying vibrations cause you to drop the phone entirely. Your world is spinning from experiencing your first small orgasm that only increased intensity as your efforts to escape Gojo are in vain.Â
Your cervix is screaming at the probing intrusion of his bulbous tip ramming so far up into you but Gojo has you anchored to him unable to flee from his onslaught of thrusts.
If you could string together a coherent thought you would have wondered if in fact your stomach had been relocated next to your lungs as you felt so full you couldnât breathe.Â
Your pussy violently spasms around his girth, creamy fluids seeping down onto his base from your cunt sloshing around him. Gojo grips your cheeks spreading you wider increasing the squelching noises echoing from your cunt.
Shit though, Gojo thinks your perfect pussy might actually break his dick off from how fervently you were clenching him.Â
Tongue fully lolled out of your mouth, youâre grasping onto Gojoâs shoulders for stability as your saliva drips down his pectorals.
âBUNNY!! Are you still there?? Whatâs that noise?â
Shoko and Utahimeâs calls for you go unanswered. Gojo on the other hand is grinning, albeit through gritted teeth, pleased at how his long trunk-like cock is rendering you nonverbal.Â
âHehe, you definitely came a bit that time didnât yaâya nasty lilâ Bunny, donât lie.âÂ
âN-N-Nooo T-Toruâsâlike I-I c-canât breatheââ
âHeh, aâcourse you can baby Bunâthat's what it feels like when you cum, even I know that.â
SMACK!
Another firm smack to your ass has your cunt quivering wildly.
You feel like the virgin in this situation nowâand honestlyâare you not?Â
Did those other dicks really count?Â
It felt like you were having sex for the first time as this was a totally different experience even from the earlier round with Gojo.
âDonât worry though, now that I know what kinda shit youâre intoâIâmma take care of that pervy lilâ princess pussy sooo good, Bunny.â
Oh godâThat couldnât be true could it?Â
Spanking? Nipple twisting? Having your insides pushed up to your throat?Â
You didnât actually like this kinda freaky shit did you?
Yet your bodyâs reactions remain true even if your mind doesn't want to accept the cause of the fire that is burning within you. Your pussy is in raptures at the feeling of being molded into the exact shape of Gojoâs cockâveins and all.
âHELLLOOOOO BUNNY!!!!â
Absolutely pleased with himself Gojo retrieves the phone.
âAwe p-poor thing, just stubbed her toe runninâ from me. MyâSHIIIâroom isâFUHHHâk-kinda a m-messâS-See? I almost tripped just now too. Isnât that right Bunny?â
Gojo brings the phone closer and you bat it away wishing he would just hang up and spare you the humiliation. Although humiliation seemed to be your new kink as mirroring his earlier actions as youâre pathetically moaning into his skin. Gojoâs masculine scent, mingled with the salty aroma of perspiration, floods your senses, making you feel even more lightheaded, increasing the sloshing of his cock buried deep in your cunt.
The crude noises that rang from your bodies squelching and slapping against each other renders Gojo unable to keep up the charade either. Making up a quick excuseâhe has to go get ice for your toeâhe quickly hangs up on Shoko and Utahime whose puzzled protests of concern he couldnât give a single fuck about anymore.Â
God fucking you while on the phone with them was so fucking hot, heâd have to get you to do it againâmaybe with Suguru next time, heâd probably even be into it.
âHey B-Bunnyây-you think Shoko and Hime were naked too?â
You groan.
This fucking hentai otaku pervâyou already told him that they were helping Shokoâs parents!Â
You want to glare, scream, chastise, get upâbut you canâtâyouâre at the mercy of him ruthlessly drilling up into your cunt and can only heave out tired mewls in reply.
âFuuuckâimma cum again soon! Do you feel the way your naughty lilâ cunt is squeezing like she wants to wring me dry, wanât me to give it all to your pussy Bunny?â
âN-Not i-inside mâpussy, T-Toru!âÂ
A devious smirk appears.Â
Heh, yeah he promised not inside your pussy.
Without warning Gojo rips his cock out from your sopping core and manhandles you onto your back. Thinking he will simply cum outside somewhere you're finally able to breathe again and you exhaleâonly to feel his monstrous length being shoved down your throat.
Your eyes shoot open.Â
Greeted with the image of Gojo's heavy balls in your face, his ball hairs tickle your nose as you gag around his girth straining your throat open wide. You think if he didnât reach your lungs through your guts he certainly would now that heâs eight and a half inches down your esophagus.
âYou said i couldnât cum in your pussy Bunny, so letâs use that pretty lilâ mouth pussy insteadâsweet fuck, ya know sheâs almost tighter than your actual cunt.â
Your hands fly to the outside of his thighs pawing over the sweat glossed skin as you drag your nails down them, leaving welts in an effort to get him to ease up. The potent musk of your shared lust that had dripped down his balls was now rubbing on your face assaulting your senses.Â
It was fucking nasty, so gross and yet your own pussy betrayed youâburning with an ache to be filled again at the smells that stimulated your own primal hedonistic urges.
âAwe, donât be like that. I know you like it rough, yeah? I havenât forgotten about you either baby.â
Gojo of course at this point isnât talking to you but your cunt.
With one hand squeezing your already constricted airway, Gojoâs other snaked its way over your body and reeling it back before delivering a mean open palmed slap to your clit.Â
The sound of your soaked cunt echoed through his room and he almost came from that alone as your fluids trickled out of you faster, further soiling his expensive sheets.
âThis pussy likes being spanked more than those cherry cheeks of yours huh, Bunny? I know my filthy hentai pussy does.â
Youâre obviously unable to answer but the way youâre gurgling moans around his cock lets him know this is exactly what you like. Thrusting two thick fingers into your quivering core his burly appendages bullied themselves in as far as they could go.Â
âYou knowâG-God, FUCK youâre tightâBunny, you know I read in an h-manga how girls can squirt from a lack of air and a little bit of prodding, sâpposeâS-SHIIIâtâbe something in here that sends em absolutely wild.â
Fingers searching deeper it's not until Gojo pulls back to add a third that he scrapes past a firm spongy spot that has your legs buckling.
Astonished by the amazingly sexy reactions of your bodyâGojoâs eyes are blown out wide over how much your clit swells, your hole twitches and your juices spurt out of you as your tears run over your cheeks to wet his balls further. Gojo doesnât even need to thrust as your throat tightens around him like crazy with him jamming his fingers into that particular spot over and over.
Lost in your own ecstasy youâre proven wrong as contrary to your belief you thought his otaku sex-ed would be to his detriment to his skills. However it's exactly because of all of the lecherous and depraved shit he collected and consumed did he know exactly what to do to you now that got you all messed up. Eyes lodged into your skull, squirting and practically blacking out with his dick stuffed down your throat on his long dexterous fingers abusing your cunt.
âSHIIIIIITââ
With a keen grunt Gojo cums, pumping loads of viscous fluid down your throat forcing you to gorge on his thick cum.Â
âF-Fuck Bunny are you a throat goat? M-Milked me dry...â
Heâs still driving his pliable fingers in and out of you, his arms are shaking from his own orgasm but he doesnât care. Nothing on earth could stop him from replicating the beautiful sight of your pretty lilâpussy spurting out juices that run all the way down his forearm.
ââŚheh, looks like I can milk you too, Bunny.â
Gojo finally dislodges his dick out of your throat but still runs a hand through your pussy folds to rub soothing circles on your clit. You whimper through your coughs as you spit up some of his cum, still gagging after what were mere minutes but seemed like hours of choking on his beefy cock.
Vision spotty, tremors run through your bodyâboth ends so thoroughly fucked outâthat it doesnât register that Gojo is once again lifting your body bringing you towards the edge of the bed.
If you thought Gojo was going to give you aftercare from having used your body like one of his anime fleshlights, youâd be correctâbut not before one last round.Â
Lifting your hips off his luxe bed Gojo positions your wobbly legs on his shoulders. His eyes are blown out and crazed with his own twisted perversion. Weakened and spent himself as cock twitched from overstimulation but heâs never been a quitterâdetermined to make you cum again and again before one of you finally passes out.
Your toes wiggle and you keen as his tongue ravenously dips between your toes. Trailing his tongue past the arch of your foot to bite your heel.
âYouâre so fucking sexy, Bunnyâthe best pussy in the whole world, how could you ever think she was broken? You were just waiting for me to use her huh?â
âS-shut upâToru, j-jeezâŚâ
Your windpipes had been fucked raw and youâre croaking which to your dismay only seems to turn Gojo on more and heâs tapping his tender engorged cockehead on your clit. Your brows pinch together as you bite back moans from his frenulum catching and chafing so wonderfully over your clitoral hood.
âPuhleaseeee, Honey Bunny! Let me fuck you a bit more now that we know you are as ecchi coded as I am, mâkay my pervy princess?â
The very thought shames you and you think your heart might seize from embarrassment if it doesnât give out from pleasure first and your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest chest from all the pet names Gojo is bestowing upon you.Â
âToruâŚâ
You try to reason with him through your defeated huffs as you press your legs shut together.
â...y-you made me cum from your fingers nâ your cock.. Y-You won. PleaseeeâI-I donât even think I can cum any more.âÂ
Not convinced Gojo pushes your legs back.
âOh, is that right? Letâs ask her then!â
Gojo delivers another smack onto your slippery pussy as if on the command of her new owner your obedient cunt immediately leaks a bit more creamy slick onto his palm.
âSee, baby? She says you can though and that sheâs tired of you running from it Bunnyââ
Still hugging your legs together in his grasp, Gojo lowers himself to rub his cheek against your pussy like it was his favorite pillow.Â
âDonât fret my pervy lilâ pussy I won't let Bunny deprive you any longer from what you really need.â
You groan yet Gojo is more gentle this time as he gingerly rolls you onto your belly and lifts your hips to slide his giant Agumon pillow underneath.
Urgh, did it have to be this one!?
There's no time for complaints though once Gojo spreads your cheeks wide. A glob of spit hits your crack as his thumb prods against your shy puckering rear hole while he humps his cock between the fat of your thighs through your soggy swollen folds.Â
âShiiit imma fuck this tight lilâ bunny hole next time baby, mâkay?â
The threat causes you to shudder yet all your back talk and sass is gone from his illicit preparations as he elicits heady mewls from your hoarse throat. Your cunt flutters eagerly to have him fill you again as his fingers imprint themselves into your bottom.
The anticipation is so intense as bracing for his size ripping through you you nearly fail to notice Gojo is now humming to himselfâhummingâTHE DIGIMON CHAMPIONS THEME SONG!?
OH HE HAD YOU ALL THE WAY FUCâ
âAnd suddenly youâre screaming again, eyes glued to the back of your skull as his hips jerk forward, drilling his dick past your walls to pound directly into your cervix with the tempo of a madman.
OH FUCK! ��sâgood!
You finally surrender letting your cunt control your brain as you throw ass back to meet his frenzied thrusts. Like a drug addict from the first real taste your pussy is already addicted to the feeling of his cock destroying you.
âSâtoruâSâtoruâSâtoruâFUHHHHCK!â
His name fell from your lips like a mantra, the only word your brainânow thoroughly fucked smoothedâcould remember.
The sight of you chasing your own pleasure as your ass slammed back onto his pelvis, your skin rippling as it bounced and splashed frothy fluids onto his abs sent him further into perverse degeneracy.Â
âF-Fuck Bunnyâbaby, this pussy too goodâWe canât tell Suguru for a while, kay? Heâll want to fuck you too and this pussy is just fâme. Suguru gets all the pussy sâtell me youâll keep yours fâer me. Thought you were broken but you just needed my cock this whole timeââ
Burying your face in the sheets bashfully at the mention of Suguru, your cunt pulls more taut around Gojoâs cock.
ââFUHH, g-go out with me yeah, Bunny? Love you sâmuchâSHIIIITâbuy you whatever you wantât-take you where you wantâthis dick sâyours Bun Bunâall yours!â
Plunging into deeper if it were even possible Gojoâs blunted nails drug into the fat of your ass and hips, it wouldnât scar but it would certainly add to the inevitable bruising.Â
âIâll never even look at a non 2D woman again as long as I have you as my lilâ onaholeâshit Iâll never even buy one of those again unless it's in the shape of your pussyâF-FUCK, w-waitây-you think we could get one made in the shape of your pussyâmy girlfriendâs perfect pussy?!â
Itâs too muchâtoo overwhelming and your mind is slowly but surely being corrupted by Gojo. Otherwise the image of him whining while fucking a onahole casted from your cunt as he watches you finger yourself would have never in a million years popped into your mind.Â
Determined to see you unhinged in every respect, Gojo didnât want to deny you pleasure but if he had to be a little mean to you so you could finally be honest with him then so be it.Â
Slowly pulling out, your expression is near frantic as you look back at him. Your mouth gaping and babbling nonsensically for him not for him to stopâyou were so close.
Gojo simpers, relishing in your cute cockdrunk face scrunched with confusion from him pulling out so suddenly.Â
âW-Words baby, câmon I just spilled my heart out here!â
Your pussy weeps longingly for Gojoâs cock as your body shakes with a yearning begging to be filled again.Â
God help you, you want him.Â
You want him and his sinfully curved demon dick badly, itâs all you could think aboutâNot even remembering what life was like before he so perversely rearranged your guts. However, not only did he know how to hit all your spots, he knew youâand despite him completely disregarding all of the rules you had initially set, he was the first guy who actually cared about how you felt during sex, even if he was a perverted otaku.
There was simply no use in denying it any longer.Â
You caved.
Tears streaming down your face as you hiccupped your admission of affections for him, red-faced and flustered.
âSâtoru, I-Iâll be your girlfriendâneed you nâneed your cock sâmuchââ
Pressing the side of your face against the mattress you bring a shaky hand through your legs, fingers slipping over your slick as you part your pussy lipsâyour vacant core exposed and fluttering, begging for him just as hard.
ââmâalso youâre onahole T-Toru, I promise iâll only fuck you, j-just please keep fucking me, i wanna cum on your cock, want your cum in me Toru baby!â
You might die from the shame of it all once you sober up from being utterly cockdrunk and stupefied but all you could think about right now was Gojoâs hard dick laying heavy pipe back into your cunt.
Something snaps in Gojo.
Head over heels for you now, Gojo knew from that moment on heâd never let you go.Â
Real or 2Dâno could compare to you in Gojoâs eyes.Â
Toru finally found something he loved more than digimonâyour perfect lilâpussy.
And he was going to show her how much he loved her right now.
Taking what was so graciously presented to him this time around, youâre short circuiting once heâs finally inside you again your most base needs being satiated turning you into a cockfiendish whore crying for him to fuck you harder as you grip his sheets like you could rip them apart.Â
His strokes become more merciless, unrelenting on your pussy and Gojo leans his weight onto your back, legs bent crouching on top of you, his hips becoming manic they thrashed forward in short heavy thrusts to hammer you into the mattress.
Gojo himself is beyond gone.Â
Disregarding all promises of mentioning otaku shit while he was wrecking your cunt. Â
âFuck bunny this feels better then what I thought Agnewomonâs pussy would be likeâ you'd look so sexy in that cosplay. Gonna have you dress up for me and show you off at cons. Iâll buy you whatever you want, anything, the whole fucking world yeah? Just fuckâwear those those vibrating panties while you cosplay too, youâd like that?â
You tightened groaning at his debauchery, something that was not missed at all by Gojo who by this point had fucked his own self dumb in your angelic cunt. White strands of his hair stuck to both of your faces as he tiled your head back so he could see how desperately those little hearts danced in your dilated pupils before they were reduced to nothing more than mere splotches whiting out your vision.
âFuck u really are a slut huh bunny? Tightening at the thought of all those otaku perverts looking at you in that skimpy outfit while I control the buzzing on that lil clit. But they canât have youâmâthe only otaku pervert that knows how to make you cum!â
Delirious with melodic honeyed cries spilling from you, you just wanted him to stop talkingâpointing out every single time your body responded to his ecchi tastes becoming your tastes and now just yearning for a taste of him.Â
Reaching back youâre pulling him down to smash your lips together. Messy, but you could care as Gojo tried to swallow your tongue fucking his own into your mouth with a force that matched his cock. If fucking you was heaven then kissing you was nirvanaâheâd give you the whole world if he could keep fucking you like this forever.
Gojo needs you to cum again soon as the feral need breed your tummy until it swells with his seed has him losing the little sanity he even had to begin with. A virgin until today heâd saved up so much waiting for your tight cunt this whole time.Â
Moving his lips away from yours only for air, your chest heaves harmonies cries from his hand weaving under your bodies. Jittery fingers swiped frantically over your clit, hurling you towards your euphoric climax as his lips descend back upon yours.
âCum BunnyâI got ya baby.â
Deliberately plowing himself harder against your cervix, your body seizes up releasing tension into pure white energy that you swore was pumping through your every vein as an extension of your pussy as his heavy load spurts to paint your walls and sear your insides as his thrusts continue to swill his seed inside you, pushing it further into your wombâ-thank fuck for birth control.
However that was the last thing you remember before you go limp, temporarily blacked out as you swear youâve transcended to a celestial plane of existence. One where all slutted out souls went to escape from the unearthly pleasure theyâve been tortured by. You donât know how long youâve been out but you're squirming as you come back to consciousness. Realizing your now back on your back as your hips involuntarily rocking against something thick and wet.Â
When you finally manage to open your eyes you're greeted by Gojo tongue slurping at your clit and lapping up the cum oozing out of your battered hole like it was a refreshingly creamy bowl of kakigori. His hands embedded themselves into your thighs pinning them to the bed nibbling on your clit and having your already overstimulated core climaxing on his tongue once more.
Strings of your sticky nectar connect his tongue to your cunt as he looks up at you. Having the audacity to grin lovingly at you as if he didnât look like a downright starved and deranged man with a sheen of shared fluids dribbling down his chin. Heâs pussy drunk once again this time buzzed off the pungent yet sweet taste of his cum marinating in your creamy tenderized cunt. Â
Gojo is cheesinâ at you like heâs found his favorite spot in the worldâand he had as far as he was concerned.
âYou said it was too messy, remember Bunny? The least I can do to make it up to you is scoop every drop out of your runny lilâ cunt with my tongue! What kind of boyfriend would I be to have all this cum soaking my Bunnyâs slutty little thong and spilling down her thighs while out to dinnerâso I decided to have mine a little early.â
FUCKING HELLâDINNER! What time was it?!Â
Disordented, your head is fuzzy and you could feel the soreness settling in your muscles. You didnât think youâd be able to get out of this bed in the next 24 hours, let alone make it to dinnerâif you hadnât already missed it!Â
âNnnn, n-not like I can go anymore Toru, sâall your f-fault!â
Your bruised lips poke out into pout. Gojo chuckles at you how cute you look and he rises up from between your thick thighs to boop you on the nose as he gazes adoringly at you.
âI know princess mâsorryâI already texted Shoko saying you couldnât, donât worry~~â
But your eyes widened as you were now fully worried.Â
Worried as to what the fuck Gojo actually texted them!Â
âT-Toruââ
ââI just told them you werenât feeling well, was that okay?â
Quickly assuaging your fearsâyou can relax a bit for now (although you were sure youâd have a lot of explaining to do later) as Gojo pulls you to him again and softly kisses your neck, hands returning to your ass to rub soothing circles on your chaffed skin.Â
Relaxing again floods sleep into your eyes. A welcome godsend honestly, so you can process everything that just happened, especially Gojo aggressively fucking a love confession out of you.Â
âAnd mâsorry if I got carried away Bun⌠but you were so good for me, so fucking perfect! Just relax and Iâll take care of you! Iâll handle everythingâfor you and your nasty lilâ cunt. I love you both and Iâll keep both my pretty girls happy forever! I promise!â
Gazing at you with cartoonishly sparkling eyes, you have to look away from Gojo lest your ears altogether burn up in embarrassment from his shameless and yet a hundred percent earnest vocalization of affections that somehow still got your heart racing.
ââoh and my parents will be here tomorrowâwe can tell them right? They will be so excited! They've been telling me since I was little I shouldnât let you get away! Ooo! Ooo! Maybe now that we're dating theyâll let us use their sex dungeon! We need to think of a safe word though Bunnyââ
Scarcely comprehending anything he is saying to you, your mind like your pussy had been fully liquified. Both ruthlessly corrupted by Gojoâs long otaku cock and pervy ass fantasies which is no surprise seeing as his family even owns aâ
HOLâ THE ENTIRE FUCKUPâA SEX DUNGEON!?
Like a shot of caffeine directly into your veins your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you blink at him dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. Â
âDoesnât that sound fun, Bunny!? My parents are so cool! When I turned 18 my dad even gave me some of his rare and one-of-a-king hentai figures for my collection to get me started and thenââ
Tuning him out youâre gagged at the unexpected revelationsâand his parents always seemed like such charming nâ decent God fearing people too. Well known to be ruthless in the business world, but upstanding global philanthropists nonetheless.
Well the apple sure as hell didnât fall too far from the sordid sex fiend tree, that was for damn sure!
Clearly you had no idea what you were getting yourself into or had unleashed by agreeing to be Gojoâs girlfriend. I mean, could no longer deny your growing feelings for himâplus he did just give you multiple back-breaking-terrifyingly-mind-numbing-earth-shattering-orgasms. Not to mention, you would definitely be getting one of every Hermes bag ever made if you wanted oneâbut at what cost?
Your Dignity?Â
Self-respect?Â
The right to call yourself a functional and contributing non-degenerate member of society?
Who knows reallyâŚ
Although perhaps dating a Gojo, the next heir at that, youâd be too rich and highly regarded for people to even care (weâll except for your friends giving yâall hell but you could eventually make peace with that).
You internally groan as the gentle touches on your bottom morph into lustful gropes and you know your brand new boyfriend would not be granting rest for your totally demolished lilâ pussy anytime soon unless you could distract him a bit.
ââToru, Toru baby listen, please.â
Interrupting him, you muster the energy to put on the sweetest face you can manage in your exhausted state.Â
And of course, Gojo, as always and yet unknowingly, tests the limits of your tolerance.
âYes, my whittle Bunny, my kinky baby girlâhentai goddess divine?â
Gojo nuzzles your nose in an eskimo kiss as he showers you with âloving complimentsâ.Â
Scrunching your face, you grit your teeth through your already weak smile to stop yourself from losing it at him referring to you as âhentai goddess divineââyâall would definitely be having a talk about that as well as appropriate in-public pet names later though.
âBabyyyyyâIâm so sticky and sore, why donât you be a good boyfriend and get stuff ready for us to take a bath, hm? Maybe find me something else to wear too, hm?â
You did need a bath and you calculated even with his energetic disposition it should take him at least 15-20 minutes to delegate the tasks and get everything together considering how huge his mansion was.
âOh! Of course, of course! Just wait here! Iâll be right back, my ecchi angel.â
Brow-twitching you sit up to wave at him with another strained smile as he scrambles to put on pants and heads out of his room.
You sigh tiredly and make yourself comfy on his cloud like pillows.Â
Thinking heâs finally left and you can savor some much needed time to make peace with what you got yourself into by agreeing to be the girlfriend of an otaku nerd like Gojo Satoruâ
âwhen his head suddenly peaks back in the room with a sheepish look on his face.
âHeh, you know Bunny, was thinkingâyou really didnât think I could code crack your cute lilâ cunt now did ya?â
Your eyes are closed but your fists are balling angrily gripping onto the pillows surrounding you.
âDonât worry Bunny, yours is the only pussy my dick is digidestined for!â
With that, Gojo narrowly avoids the Agumon pillow plushie that is swiftly hurled at his head as he dashes away from the door, his merry yet hysterical laughter echoing through the halls.
Šblkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.
â a/n: this fic was wayyyy too long but i've been kinda mean to y'all gojo glazers lately rejoicing in your sorrows cause you are now miserable like the rest of us lmfao, so consider this y'alls bone :P tbh im kinda surprised this is the first full gojo fic i've written lol, it was fun tho cause otaku!gojo is a freak for pussy would drive you insane in all the right and wrong ways. i still have invisible man gojo and ceo/professor gojo planned tho (plus that frat boy satosugu request).
eta: serieslist
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okay so for like a month i've been fumbling around with the audio recording system i bought in audacity
it came with ableton for free i'm sooooo mad at myself for not realizing ._.
also omg normal music sounds so much better coming through an actual amp interface from the computer instead of plugged direct into the computer headphone jack
#personal#clarinet quartet cover of i wish i wasn't me coming soon <3#(i have the arrangement done already btw!!!)#finally getting myself together to do this lmao#also i'm only in band once a week now and i literally NEED someplace to play my other instruments#like i ONLY play bass clarinet (and regular clarinet in the summer) but what about my flute and my saxes and my picc and my bass guitar#they deserve love too#my instruments have personalities and feelings and names they're like...... they're too human to be in a drawer#(i feel like i sound as deranged as sammy does with skylar and brittany lol)#i don't do community theater anymore bc they a) stopped paying ?????????? like bitch tf i'm not dragging a cart of instruments#in an uber or asking my mom to drive me w/o pay if ur expecting me to play a reed 2/3 book????#like they can't find winds players for no pay and i WONDER WHY like#we literally have to bring like .....5-6 instruments w/ us to play in a pit???#i played a book that was primarily bass clarinet but also had picc/flute/tenor and alto saxes/regular clarinet and oboe???#like i'm not trucking that shit to outer queens for free my guys that's SEVEN instruments and 2 (b clar +t sax) are heavy#and b) the theater ppl don't treat us well.... my mom stopped doing costumes for two of the three theaters she did for#(like for fun as a community theater thing/hobby) cause they didn't treat her nicely as a seamstress either#LITERALLY I MISS HIGH SCHOOL NOT IN A PEAKED IN HS SORT OF WAY#BUT IN A I WAS IN BAND 6-7 DAYS A WEEK SORT OF WAY#LIKE I MISS THAT MUCH BAND????
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Iâve seen a lot of people talk about the bigger picture of TGWDLM and Black Friday and how they represent things wrong with the system and America as a whole, but Iâve never seen anyone do that with NPMD.
So I think itâs about the American school system and how itâs failing every student.
You may be asking, âMichael, how the fuck does that even make sense?!â
Hear me out. When Steph says sheâs going to go tell the principal about what Max did to Pete, Ruth and Richie immediately tell her that itâs not going to work and that they have âcool kid privilegeâ. In the real world, this is completely true, the amount of times me and my friends have tried to tell school staff about things popular kids have done, they downplay it.
The murder of Max, Richie, and Ruth actually has a play in this as well. Before they find out Max is missing, Solomon literally only cares about the outcome of the big game. In fact, everyone cares about, the outcome of the big game, not that Max has been missing for two weeks.
In Hatchet Town, Bryceâs reporter has the slow moment in the song, and starts singing about how before the murder of Richie and Max, the school/town was all cupcakes and rainbows. No one knew about the bullying, no one cared.
Both Richie and Ruthâs death happen in the school and it doesnât even shut down for a couple of days. I would assume that a school would close down if it had two murders happen there, but Hatchetfield high doesnât.
Thatâs all I really have. This has been in my head for months and I needed to put this somewhere lol.
#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#starkid#richie lipschitz#ruth fleming#max jagerman#stephanie lauter
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Father's Day Special(JJK Oneshot)
Tags/Warning: AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Domesticity, Fluff, Unhinged Crack(Especially near the End), Mention of Balls but not Smut(I promise), JJK OC(but not main X Reader)
Word Count: 5.5k words
Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader
Reader Pronouns/Usage: (She/Her), Mama, Mom, Doll, Baby
So I know I'm three days late for Father's Day but I couldn't help but write this out. It's been busy and absolute hell with getting ready for Uni. But by July, things will slow down and I can focus more on getting shit down and stop procrastinating. I hella miss writing, I needa get back into the grove of it.
Also, forgot to mention, this fic was based on a true event. Dramatization was an all time high but loosely based on an interaction I had with my own mom lol
âWhat do you think Dad wants, Megumi?â
âHonestly, I have no clue. I thought Mom was hard but itâs actually Dad.â
âWhy do you think so?â
âBecause he never buys anything new. Even if he does, itâs either meant for the house or us. Dad still wears the same black t-shirt since we were kids. He doesnât have expensive taste either. No cologne, no wrist watch, no shoes, nothing.â
Tsumiki and Megumi feel more empathetic to Toji than either right now. Fatherâs Day is tomorrow and the two are out trying to get their dad a gift. But just like Toji, they feel stuck on what to get him. With you, their mother, itâs more subtle and personalized. Tailored to your taste and personality, seems hard at first but gets easier once getting the smaller details. Is it more on the pricier side? Yes, but you are their mother and do so much for them that you deserve anything and everything good to come your way.
But Toji, heâs a different story.
Growing up, the two saw how laidback their dad was. No putting much effort into keeping appearance or staying with the latest trends. They learned early on that Toji only dresses decently, or at least looks presentable, because of you. Outfit coordination was all on you, you always picked out Tojiâs outfit or had the final say on what heâs wearing. Obviously over time, heâs learned the art of dressing himself up but he always asks you for the final say.
Anyhow, clothes are out because Megumi and Tsumiki know Toji wears them until they are rags. He still wears the same basketball shorts around the house since they were babies.
Theyâre teenagers in high school now.
Tojiâs old shirts and shorts just get converted to loungewear and home clothes. Some of them have holes but Toji seems to care less about them. Toji also has no expensive taste or an interest in creating one. He believes you pay for the quality but thatâs on certain things like a wrench or drill. He never understood the whole throwing your money to look high class. Pointing out that things can stick out like a nail and look out of place. He grew up in a family with money, he knows.
Then Toji literally has everything he needs. Thatâs what the kids always hear.
âI have (Y/N), my kids, a nice house with space to work, food, and my equipment. The hell I need anything else when itâs all right âere.â
Peopleâs dreams and aspirations are different. Having a family is a common one many have. But Megumi and Tsumiki could clearly see the fond and tender nature their dad somehow exhibits, and itâs only exclusive to the family. They didnât think much of it until they asked you. Upon explaining Toji's life up until meeting you, Tsumiki and Megumi finally let it sit why their dad acts the way he does.
âYour PapaâŚdidnât expect to have this type of lifeâTo have a home, a wife and kids. Heâd never imagine himself to get this because he didnât think it'd happen to him, especially how he grew up. But it did and he never took it for granted since. Your Papa has treated me beyond the means of well over the years, itâs only fair I do the same for him. Iâm not forcing you two to follow suit. But at the very least, try to understand your Dad and his circumstances. Thatâs all I ask of you two.â
With that, no wonder theyâve never met anyone from Tojiâs side besides Maki and Mai. That and an explanation to your fierce protectiveness towards Toji at the mention of his âfamilyâ. So here Megumi and Tsumiki are, along with their litter sister Mayumi, concocting an idea on what to get Toji. They were going to call you but ditched the idea to not inconvenience you as you were busy yourself. Currently in Shibuya walking in one of the shopping districts, they searched high and low for anything that would make a decent Fatherâs Day gift.
Tsumiki threw up some ideas but Megumi shot them down because itâs not practical for their Dad.
âMegumi, at this point, we canât get Papa anything! What do you have in mind that Papa will actually use?â
Megumi thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders.
âIâve got nothing, Tsumiki. Iâm drawing a blank here.â
Tsumiki sighs before looking around again. Meanwhile, Mayumiâs curiosity was becoming impulsive. She wanted to look at anything and everything as long as her pretty little eyes laid on it. Holding onto Megumiâs hand, she tries to keep pace with her older siblings in the busy street. However, after walking for a few minutes, Mayumi came to a stop as she stared at one of the stores. Feeling his arm be pulled back, Megumi looks down to see Mayumi staring off.
âMayumi, what are you looking at?â
Tsumiki also stopped when she noticed her two younger siblings werenât behind her. Crouching down, she wanted to see what had caught her baby sisterâs attention.
âIs there something you want to look at, Mayumi-chan?â
Mayumi looks at Tsumiki before nodding and pointing to the store that has captured her attention. Megumi and Tsumiki look to see that the store that has captured her attention was Uniqlo. Surprisingly enough, this was a clothing store that mostly made up Megumi AND Tojiâs wardrobes. Tugging Megumi along, Mayumi walks into the store with a mission. The two look at each other with curiosity, wondering what their little sister was so dead set on finding. They watched as Mayumiâs eyes scanned the racks and shelves, head darting up, down, left, and right. Megumi makes a decision to let go of her hand to see what sheâll do. Upon feeling her handâs release, Mayumi speed walks away to the Menâs side. Megumi and Tsumiki made haste to not lose sight of her. Now itâs their turn in trying to keep up with her as she continuously searches for what sheâs looking for.
Megumi starts to panic when Mayumi seemingly vanishes before him. He swore he only took his eyes off of her for a split second, and now sheâs gone. He was close to going into search party mode when he spotted Mayumi standing before one of the shelving displays. Letting himself breath again, he walks over to where she was before picking her up.
âMayumi, you canât run off like that! You know youâll get lost and separated from Tsumiki and I. You have to make sure you can see us close behind before going on your own.â Megumi lightly chastised her. Though, he never could get mad at her no matter what she did.
Mayumi pouts slightly at Megumi, understanding what she did was dangerous.
âSorry, Gumi-Nii. Didnât mean to do it to you and Miki-NeeâŚBut! I found Papaâs Fatherâs Day gift!â Mayumi excitedly exclaims, pointing to the rack.
Megumi looks to see what she means and by then Tsumiki caught up to the two. Tsumiki also follows to see what the two were staring at. The section she was pointing at was the Menâs section for underwear and socks. Tsumiki chuckles while Megumi becomes both confused and a little embarrassed. Mayumi squirms in Megumiâs arms, signaling him to let her down. Once safely on the ground, Mayumi grabs a packet and holds it up to her siblings.
âMayumi-chan, why do you think this can be a gift for Papa? You think Papa would need this?â Tsumiki gently asks her, hoping to understand what she meant.
Mayumi nods quickly, continuing to hold up the boxer packet.
âYes! Because Papa needs new ones!â
Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other surprised before Tsumiki looked back at Mayumi.
âHow do you know, Mayumi-chan?â
âMama said it when she was folding the clothes after drying them! This was when Papa was out with Uncle Shui! She said why does Papa keep wearing his underwear even though they have holes in them. I saw what she was talking about because Papa does have holes in his underwear! So, why not get Papa new underwear?â
Tsumiki found this amusing and a bit funny at Mayumiâs enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Megumi had a furious blush painted across his face. He didnât expect their shopping trip to go this way. Let alone, the deciding gift was the most plain and not so well-thought out of. Though Megumi felt his embarrassment burn his entire being, heâs not complaining about the gift choice. He knew it was a practical gift for their dad, especially knowing Tojiâs track record when it came to clothing.
As strange as it is to admit, Megumi couldnât deny that a go-to gift to give to any guy is a pack of brand new underwear paired with a fresh pack of socks. He knew thereâs nothing you could do wrong with that combination. He even witnessed it firsthand when Yuuji was way too excited when he got a box filled with pairs of socks and boxer briefs for his birthday. And knowing how lax Toji is, Toji probably would like this more than anything. So Megumi stays quiet and lets the girls handle it.
âI think thatâs a great idea, Mayumi-chan. We should get some of these for Papa so he doesnât have to keep wearing his old ones.â
âBut I donât know Papaâs sizeâŚMaybe Mama knows! We should call Mama, Miki-Nee!â
Tsumiki nods while pulling out her phone, hitting your contact. The phone buzzed once before your voice was heard on the phone. Mayumi decides to talk on everyoneâs behalf and ask for Tojiâs underwear size. After a bit, Mayumi hands the phone back to Tsumiki and the two of you talk. Once hanging up, it was settled.
âGumi-Nee, Mama said Papa only wears black and dark blue boxers! And also said Papa is a size large!â
Since he didnât want his sisters to look awkward, Megumi took it upon himself to take the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks to check out. The socks were a last minute decision but again, practical for someone like Toji. After Tsumiki gave her half of the total to Megumi, he bought them and left with his sisters. After getting home, Megumi decided it would be best if he kept the gift in his room to not raise any suspicions if Toji had any.
âSo, did you three buy your Dad his gift?â
Mayumi runs up to you and fervently nods while pointing at the Uniqlo bag Megumiâs holding. Megumi gives you the receipt for tax purposes and so Toji doesnât see the price for it as heâll definitely take it. You grinned while looking at the receipt, something Megumi and Tsumiki believe would be akin to playful or mischievous.
âNice job, you three. Now, go change and clean up a bit for dinner. Your dad will be home soon.â
Speak of the devil, not even five minutes later, the front door is opened and a gruff âIâm home!â can be heard. Toji was already home. Hearing his voice, Mayumi dashed to where he was and was immediately picked up by him. His iconic DILF chuckle and the giggles of your youngest child can be heard getting closer to the kitchen. Something you never get tired of hearing and hope to hear more of every time.
âGlad to hear you had a good day, Princess. Now go with your sister to change and freshen up.â
Mayumi nods before being put down, dashing towards Tsumiki who then holds her hand as she takes her upstairs.
You were finishing cleaning up the dirty dishes when you felt a warm presence on your back.
âHow are you doing, Doll? Looks like you got dinner all figured out, didnât I tell you my food prep made things easier?â
You playfully rolled your eyes at the feeling of your husband wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Toji wants to be all over you no matter the hour.
âYeah yeah, donât let that ego get higher than it already isâŚBut thank you though, Hon. It cuts down cooking time by a lot. I appreciate it.â You tenderly answered before giving him a simple kiss on the cheek.
Wearing a victorâs smile, Toji pulls away. Crossing his arms with his chest all puffed out as his pride builds up.
âIf thatâs all that takes for some of your kisses, Iâll keep on doing it. Only for you, Doll. Glad it makes things easier for ya.â
Even though it said because of his pride, there was an undeniable softness on his features many would believe was impossible for him to make. But here he was, doing exactly that like it was any normal day at the Fushiguro household. The fondness he exhibits to you is both a blessing and a honor because you knew you were a part of the few people that bring it out of him.
Smiling back, you mirrored your loving softness on your face as well.
âIt does, Toji. Now, go change and shower. I donât know what Shui and you did today but you smell like outside. I donât want that in our bed so go upstairs and shower, Hon.â
Toji smirks but nods at your command. Taking himself upstairs to wash away the smell. Dinner goes on as normal. Silent but pleasant as it lets everyone decompress from the day. Toji does the dishes since you cooked dinner and the kiddos clean up the kitchen table. Everyone retires into the night without issue and Toji has his arms wrapped around you as you sleep on top of him.
It was 7:30 A.M. when you heard voices coming from downstairs and the slight clanging of metal. You groggily blinked the sleep from your eyes while feeling the sun brightening up your room. Hearing Tojiâs faint and calm breathing, you knew he wasnât waking up anytime soon. After successfully slipping away from Tojiâs grasp, you were able to change into your home clothes before going downstairs. Upon reaching the kitchen, the sight before you was a pleasant surprise.
There was Tsumiki and Megumi, wearing aprons, and using the kitchen while Mayumi was drinking her juice from her sippy cup. Albeit very sleepy but that changes when she hears footsteps and sees you walking in with a warm smile on your face.
âMama! Gumi-Nii and Miki-Nee are making Papa breakfast! Iâm here for moral support!â She excitedly whispers to you as you hold her up.
You look over to see your two eldest working away prepping their Fatherâs Day breakfast. You hum while inspecting their handy work, peering over their shoulder to see.
âIt smells good, you two. Though, Iâm surprised youâre able to get up at this time, Megumi. Normally, you would sleep in until another two hours or so.â
He doesnât take his eyes off the rice balls heâs making, but his tone is less irritated and tense compared to most mornings.
âWell, I feel bad for letting Tsumiki do all the work in cooking. So I woke up earlier than normal to help out. Plus, Mayumi woke me up and asked me to help Tsumiki make breakfast because she couldnât.â
Mayumiâs soft giggles were paired with your own. Softly patting his hair, you offer Megumi a grateful smile.
âIâm happy to know you helped out, Dear. Good to back up your sisters.â
You pat Tsumiki's shoulder comfortingly to not let her lose focus on her cooking.
âCall for me if you two need any help.â
The two nod before you make your way upstairs with Mayumi, making your way to your shared bedroom where your husband is sleeping. Mayumi writhes and squirms in your hold, begging to be let down to wake up her Papa. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she quietly and firmly opens the bedroom door. B-lining towards the bed with you following suit. She climbs up onto the bed and crawls to where Toji was sleeping peacefully. Your youngest stares for a few moments at her Papa before gently pounding his chest.
âPapaâŚPapaâŚWake up!â
After a few tries, Toji stirs a bit before blinking slowly. Toji motions his head to face the culprit that woke him up from his restful sleep. Seeing Toji waking up, Mayumi beams down at him along with you softly smiling at the side of the bed.
âGâmorning, Papa! Happy Papa Day!â
âMorning to you too, Little Lady~.â
He takes Mayumi in his arms while steadily sitting up. Her sweet sequels and giggles echo throughout the bedroom as Toji kisses all over her face and tickles her sides. Grinning down at his youngest daughter, he carries it when his eyes meet yours.
âMorning, Beautiful~.â
The morning rasp and gruffness in his voice made you want to scream at the sky while death-gripping the ground below. You desperately thanked any and all divine pantheons for blessing you with such a man. But alas, you couldnât allow yourself to fold so easily. Especially in front of Toji, knowing youâll never see the end of his teasing and salacious, but consensual, advances. You just light-heartedly roll your eyes while shaking your head, but your smile never ceases.
âGood Morning to you too, Handsome~. Happy Fatherâs Day. Breakfast is ready downstairs.â
Toji temporarily sets down Mayumi as you pass him a shirt to wear since he was wearing his gray sweat shorts. He picks up Mayumi again before making his way out and into the kitchen to satiate his morning hunger. Just like you, he reacted with surprise seeing a fully set table before him. But this is Toji weâre talking about. So the most weâll get out of his reaction is his eyes which went wide.
He was about to ask if you made all the food as you passed by but you tilt your head to the side and he sees Megumi and Tsumiki cleaning up the kitchen.
âThey helped you with making breakfast, Doll?â
You shake your head while taking Mayumi in your arms to place her in her chair.
âI didnât even touch the kitchen this morning. They were in here this whole time.â
Sitting down, it finally clicked with Toji. He just grinned as he took his usual seat at the edge of the table. Once everyone was seated and began eating, so did he. Toji never thought of himself as the sentimental type. But he couldnât help himself in allowing this particular feeling to wash over him. If he went back in time to tell his younger-self that heâd become a husband and a father of three kids, he most certainly knew his past-self would scoff and think heâs a liar. Toji wonât lie because he has a hard time believing it himself sometimes. Even after almost two decades of being married to you and 15 years of being a father, heâs in awe of how his life ended up to the present day.
Sneaking glance as he eats, he sees his two oldest kids having their usual sibling conversation. 16 and 15 years old, first and second years in high school. It would only be a few years until they would graduate high school.
âGeez, theyâll be legal adults in less than five yearsâŚFucking shit, manâŚâ
Toji then sneaks glances at you, which he sometimes catches your gaze as well. There was a certain feeling of your smile every time you sent it his way. But it was not until he reminded himself that your particular smile you always gave him was of contentment. But not in a sense of bare minimum, no. Toji knew it came from utter satisfaction and gratification in this domestic life you two shared.
No, the life you two created together for each other.
Watching you interact with your children just fills him with lifeâs satisfaction. He thought it was impossible for someone like him to experience something like this. But here he is, sitting down eating breakfast with his family in their home on a Sunday morning. Damn, he didnât blame you for giving him that smile because he gets it.
After eating and cleaning up the table, Megumi said he forgot something in his room and went upstairs to get it. Meanwhile, Toji was reading the morning paper while simultaneously listening to the news that was live on the tv. Mayumi was chilling in Tojiâs lap with her Cinnamoroll plushie because she had nothing better to do. Meanwhile, you were teaching Tsumiki how to use the coffee machine and the set up for Tojiâs usual.
Once Megumi came back with the familiar Uniqlo bag, everyone shifted their attention to Toji and gathered around him. He looked confused by the sudden change in behavior. Placing his paper down, he suspiciously eyes everyone.
âOkay, somethingâs up. Did I do something I don't know about?â
You shake your head at him, making it clear he wasnât in trouble. Mayumi jumps off Tojiâs lap, pattering over to Megumi who hands over the bag. She races back to her papa with an eager smile on her face, holding the bag up to him.
âOh, whatâs this, Princess?â
âItâs from Me, Gumi-Nii, and Miki-Nee! We got you a present for Papa Day!â
Feeling both astounded and touched, he takes the bag from her before ruffling her hair. Mayumi lets out a little squeal before running towards Tsumiki who picks her up. The bag was small, specifically eight inches by six inches. But whatâs inside filled the bag up to its capacity so Toji was intrigued to see what his kiddos got him. He shakes the bag for good measure, causing Megumi to become impatient.
âDad, just open it up. I promise you we didnât put a spider or a cockroach in there. This is your real gift from us.â
The man chuckles out loud, shooting a grin his sonâs way which made his impatient grow.
âAlright alright, I hear you, Megs. I was seeing if I could guess what you bought for me. Nothing wrong with checking things out. Reel yourself in kid.â
Megumi groans out causing his sisters and you to giggle at this usual interaction. Eventually, Toji opens the gift and reaches inside. His eyebrows furrowed and pushed themselves together, trying to figure out what he was touching. Suddenly, his brows released themselves from being tensed as he pulled out the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks. It was silent, a little too silent. For a second, Megumi and Tsumiki held their breaths while you anticipated his reaction.
Then, out of nowhere, a hearty laughter filled the kitchen as Toji held them in his hand. Amusement was all he felt looking at the packs in front of him. He let out a content huff, holding up one of the boxer packs.
âWow, this is how you give gifts. You guys are just like your mama, you all have gifting skills people dream of.â
âWait, you actually like it, Papa?â
Toji let a bemused look pass over him before it went back to amuse.
âOh yeah, I sure as hell love it. I keep forgetting to buy some and your mother has been on me for God knows how long about getting new ones. You rascals killed two birds with one stone for me. And socks too? Now thatâs being generous to your old man.â
The two were finally able to breathe since they second guessed themselves.
âHappy Fatherâs Day, Papa!â
âHappy Fatherâs Day, Dad.â
Toji gets up to give Megumi and Tsumiki his love squeezes. Tsumiki giggled while Megumi begrudgingly accepted his dadâs affection. Though, he doesnât resist or push away when his dad hugs him.
As this was happening, you wore a grin that stretched wide with eyes that shone with mischief. Toji catches your expression, fully knowing something is brewing inside.
âBabe, youâre making that face. Spill it.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Hon~.â
Oh, thereâs definitely something now and Tojiâs gonna get it out of you.
âDonât be so coy, (Y/N). You got that grin plastered on your face and eyeing me like that, you got something to say. I see those little gears in your pretty head of yours moving.â
You were trying to hold in your laughter. Key word was try though. The moment you made your thoughts be known will cause endless oxygen-depriving laughter from you. But you needed to say it in full. No stutters, no mistakes, no slang, dead set on getting those words out. You canât fumble yourself right now.
âIâm just saying, I have been telling you to get new ones for years! Some of your underwear have holes in them! You have to get new ones every five to seven years, Hon!â
He playfully scoffs.
âDoll, just because theyâre old doesnât mean I need to throw them away after a few years. If they can still do their job in covering up my junk, I donât see why I need to get new ones. I only needed to know one because of you.â
Sighing exasperatedly, you still held your grin and waited for the right moment to strike.
âHon, you donât understand. Iâm not saying you need to buy new ones after a while! Iâm saying some, as in most, of your underwear are worn down to the bone! You have to put them down, Toji!â
âBabe, again, if it still works, it still works. Yeah, some of my underwear have holes in them but theyâre still wearable. Not my fault they have holes in them! Plus, I never wear tight-fitted pants, so I donât get how my underwear chafes when I wear joggers, sweats, and cargo pants!â
Bingo, everything is in position and thereâs a clear pathway. You canât mess this up when you have a clear shot. Crossing your arms still grinning, you stare down your husband.
âOh but it is, Toji! The reason why you got holes in your underwear is because your balls are rough! If they werenât, I wouldnât be breathing down your neck about them. Donât you even notice when you fold the laundry?â
For a few moments, the silence fell over the Fushiguro house. Toji was bewildered, taken aback by what you said. You were one to never be crass in front of the kids or in general. Thus, this was the closest thing to you being vulgar.
For the teens, they stood still and frozen in place. However, for different reasons. For Tsumiki, she was stunned. Heavily skilled in the art of not being or feeling awkward. Sheâs not bothered or offended by your words. Rather, she didn't expect you to say something like that when theyâre around. She knew it was bound to happen, just not with this conversation and those words. For Megumi, he was straight up flabbergasted. Never in a million years would he hear something like come out of you. Given, youâre known to have sufficient self-control when it comes to speaking in such a manner. Reserving that language for anyone 18 and over, and their dad. Right now, heâs growing frustrated because now he knows what people mean with you and Tojiâs marriage has top tier chemistry. Megumi slowly realizes that both his parents are rat bastards and of equal humor. Noting that you were better at keeping it under wraps while his dad bore no filter at all. Meanwhile, Mayumi was just existing and cuddling her plushie. Becoming oblivious to the whole matter as her toddler brain couldnât comprehend the words being used. But it was a good thing, much to both Megumi and Tsumiki relief.
âDid Mom justâ?â
âSay what I think she saidâŚ?â
With their minds broken, the two were trying to process what just happened. You said it, made it be known. Something that probably should be said when theyâre not present or only with their dad. Thinking about how you said them too: saying them with your chest, locked-in, hyper-focused, 10 toes down on the ground, no stuttering whatsoever. It looked like you were thinking about this for a long time and needed to get it off your chest.
To which you did, and successfully as well.
Just when the teens thought they were in the clear, they were thrown another curb ball. This time, it was from Toji.
âDoll, why are you complaining about them now? You never did beforehand, how do you think I gave you Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi? You took them and everything else. Iâm not letting you throw me under the bus like this.â
Silence came back as soon as it left. If the two thought your words were absurd, their dadâs beat it and took your place with his own. Now Megumiâs petrified because he didnât know what else would come out of either his mom or dadâs mouth. Fearing the embarrassment and possible vulgarity to over take what the two of you said prior. He didnât want to hear nor wanted to know anymore. Just when he was about to drag his sisters away to leave you and Toji to your own devices, he sensed something that made him stay.
All at once, the silence was broken by you and Toji bursting out in laughter. You were holding onto his shoulders, gasping for more air to put in body but it was futile as you continued laughing even harder. Toji has his arms crossed but his sturdy broad frame shakes as he canât restrain his uncontrollable laughter. The kids watch on, once again thinking this was finally done.
But the next thing they knew, they felt a gust of air pass by them followed with another. In a turn of events, you were being chased by Toji throughout the Fushiguro Estate. Yet, your laughter and squeals that were accompanied by your husbandâs playful threats made it known this was all fun and games for you.
It went on like this for several minutes. Your two teens wouldâve cringed but let it pass over when they noticed Toji carrying you over his shoulder from the house towards the large Saucer Magnolia tree in the garden. Plopping himself on the grass with you in his lap, arms wrapped securely around your waist.
âNow, Doll, whereâs your present for me? I donât see it.â Toji says, feigning hurt as he whines fakingly.
You roll your eyes at his performance. Though, instead of a grin, a smile was all that was left. Highlighting the blissful expression you wore.
âI know you, Toji. You just want me to baby and give you all my attention.â You huffed lightly.
âYeah yeah, but youâre still gonna give it to me. You wonât deny me, Baby.â
Shaking your head, you let yourself be at your husbandâs mercy. Indulging himself in your warmth in presence. It was a peaceful moment until you heard a little giggling coming closer. Both of you look up to see Mayumi running this way followed by Megumi and Tsumiki who held a blanket to be laid on.
Toji unravels one arm to catch his youngest and sits her on his free thigh across from you. You never noticed until now how beautiful and relaxed Toji is. While he was known for his laid back personality, you knew itâs from not wasting his energy on matters that donât concern him. The reality was, Toji used to be tense and rigid. Forcing to stay on guard whilst putting on that lax facade. It wasnât until he met and married you was when his stiffness and strained body began to disappear from his body. He was relaxing, loosening himself up because of you.
Although your shared life with him wasnât easy and had its share of hardships, you felt honored Toji allowed himself to rest and find comfort in you. To see him finally have a sense of peacefulness after knowing what heâs been through, you only wish to love, care. and protect him for as long as youâre on this plane of existence.
Seeing how much contentment he has in interacting with his children and you, he was undeniably beautiful and sublime both physically and mentally. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you immerse in the loving family atmosphere youâre grateful to be a part of. Mayumi rambling and talking Tojiâs ear off while your husband entertains her. Meanwhile, you watch your two older children talk and spill the gossip in their school lives to each other.
You wallowed in this domestic bliss, savoring it as there will be nothing else like it. Youâre not the only one as Toji joins in basking in this domestic bliss as well. He would never say this out loud, but he didnât think heâd live this long. He thought heâd died young due to his reckless and careless behavior, getting himself into deep shit that would ultimately be his grave. The voice in his mind reminds him that this may be a one time thing, that heâll never get this in the next life. But he pushes that thought away to deal with it later. For now, heâll be present here with you as you both happily entertain your little Mayumi and her current interest.
As for Megumi and Tsumiki, they can rest easy knowing they wonât have to hear you or Toji saying those appalling words again anytime soon.
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Scared Half to Death | Bucky Barnes x reader
Hi! I haven't posted a fic in forever. School has been a nightmare.
I literally wrote this in under an hour lol it's very short and not my best. But I just wanted to get something kinda Halloween-y out there in time to celebrate!
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Warnings: blood, Bucky's anxiety, injury
Bucky pulled his hand from the doorknob with a disgusted expression. A thick, sticky substance coated his palm and dotted his fingers. He rolled his eyes at whichever small child had covered his door handle in candy residue while he was gone. But just as he tried to wipe the syrupy remnants on his jeans, the color caught his eye. The flash of dark red sent shockwaves through his system.Â
Heâd stepped away from the apartment for just a few minutes, only long enough to replenish his candy supply for the next wave of trick-or-treaters. But in the short time that he was gone, something terrible- something violent- mustâve taken place.Â
He dropped the candy to the floor and struggled to yank his keys from the lock, his hands shaking with anxiety. And when he finally burst through the door of the apartment he shared with you, he only found more carnage.Â
Droplets of blood dotted the floor. They coagulated against the tile and wormed their way into the grout, staining it red. Buckyâs stomach turned. A leaden knot formed in his gut and weighed him down like an anchor. Where were you? Was this your blood? Were you hurt- were you dead?
He followed the gruesome path like a trail of breadcrumbs, fearing what heâd find at their end.  Only a few hours ago, everything was perfect. Heâd sat with you as you got dressed for your best friendâs Halloween party. He rested on the bed you shared and delighted in watching you dance around the room as you did your make up and put on your costume.Â
âAre you sure you donât wanna come?â you asked as you shimmied into your costume.
âIâm sure, baby. Itâs not really my thing,â he shrugged. âYou know how I am with big crowds. Plus, Halloween is a little weird for me. People dress as my friends-â He swallowed hard, âPeople dress as a version of me that I try not to think about⌠itâs just not for me.â
âYeahâŚâÂ
Silence filled the room. Guilt coursed through your body with each beat of your heart. Part of you itched to change out of your costume and forget the whole thing.
âYou know, I donât have to go-â
Bucky stood from the bed and made his way to your side, âYes, you do.â
A stern expression crossed your face, âI really donât. And I shouldnât ditch you for a stupid party-âÂ
âYouâre not ditching me,â he said. âYou love this party! You look forward to Kellyâs-â he paused, struggling to remember the name of the shindig. âWhat does she call it again? Her Creep-Tastic?â
You laughed, âSpook-tacular!â
âRight!â Bucky rolled his eyes at his attempt. âYou look forward to her Spook-Tacular every year! And Iâm not gonna let you miss it just because I donât wanna go.â
He took your face in his hands, careful not to mess up your make up. Never had anyone made him felt so loved, so cared for. You put him first at every turn, prioritizing his wellbeing and his mental health above all else. You sacrificed so much for him in the early stages of your relationship; the last thing he wanted was for you to miss out on the party youâd looked forward to for the last eleven months.Â
âSeriously, doll, Iâm gonna be fine. Iâll hand out candy to the kids and watch some tv,â he shrugged. âYou donât have to worry about me.â
It wasnât a trick or a test; Bucky didnât secretly hope youâd choose him instead of the party. He only wanted you to be happy. And you knew he meant every word he said.Â
âOkay. Then tell meâŚâ you did a quick spin, âhow do I look?â
Bucky eyed you up and down, drinking in the neon pink and highlighter yellow leotard. The electric yellow kneepads. The pink visor. The bright yellow high-top sneakers.Â
âYou look amazing, Barbie. You belong in the Dream House!â
Not soon after that, you left. Heâd walked you to your Uber and made you promise to be safe. Heâd told you that he loved you. And that was the last time he saw you.
Until now.Â
The trail of blood ended with you. Bucky discovered you sprawled on your back on the living room rug, your body soaked with blood. Smears of red coated your neck and stained your arms. Your clothes were saturated with gore. This Barbie didnât belong in the Dream House; she belonged in a nightmare.Â
âOh, god-â Bucky made his way to your side and sunk to his knees, breathless. âBaby, hey- can you hear me? Open your eyes, look at me.â His fingers traced your neck in search of a pulse, desperately scrounging for even a flutter of life.Â
And there it was- your pulse. You were still alive; your heart still managed to beat despite the blood loss.Â
But Buckyâs gratitude only lasted a moment. He still had to find your wound and stop the bleeding. He had to call 911. He had to keep your heart beating.Â
His hands scrounged across your abdomen in search of a stab wound or evidence of a gunshot. But just as he reached for your side, you made a sound.
Did he heard that right? Did youâŚÂ giggle?
âWhaaaaaaatâre you doinâ, Barnes?â you laughed. âDonât tickle meeeee!âÂ
Buckyâs gaze shot from your blood-soaked clothes to your face. âBaby?â
âHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Barbie!â you slurred, your face plastered with a smile. âOh, nooooo- wait, youâre just Ken!â A fit of laughter exploded from your chest as you sang, âIâmmm juuuuust KEN! Anywhere elssssse, Iâd beeee a TEN-â A sudden contemplative look banished your lighthearted spirit. âBut you reeeeally are a ten, Buck⌠and I mean that.â
Bucky remained frozen. He was lost, confused. Were you woozy from blood loss? Or alcohol? Were you even hurt? Did you need an ambulance or a cold shower?Â
âBaby, are you hurt? Are you okay?â He took your face in his hands, âWhy are you covered in blood?â
âBecause this Barbie hugged her friend!âÂ
A befuddled expression took over Bucky's face. "What?"
The room spun as you struggled to sit up. Buckyâs heart leapt into his throat; if you were hurt, you needed to lie down. You needed to stop moving and let him dress your wound. But you moved without wincing, without crying out in pain. Sure, you swayed from side to side just a little in your intoxicated state. But that was the worst of it.Â
âI hugged Kelly! But Kelly was aaactually Carrie! Yâknow, the girl covered in pigâs blood,â you laughed. âIt kiiiinda ruined my costume a little. Buut, now I look like Scary Barbie! So sâokay.â
A deep sigh of relief filled Buckyâs lungs. He rocked back off of his knees and plopped down onto his butt. His bloody hands covered his face. âThen what are you doing on the floor, sweetheart?â
âSometiiiiimes⌠sometimes ya just gotta lay on the floor. Yâknow?â You shrugged, âAnd I didnât wanna get allllll the blood on the couch.â
He nodded.
"I guess I fell asleep for a hot sec," you shrugged. "I was just waiting on ya to get home."
Bucky did his best to regulate his breathing, to calm the aggressive tsunami of anxiety that drowned his every cell. His entire world came crashing down the moment he found you on the floor, and now, he had to put it back together.Â
âYou okay, Buck? I came home early cause I missed yooou- I missed you sooooo much,â you placed a bloodied hand on his face. âBut I didnât mean to ruin your night to yourself. Iâm sorryâŚâ
âNo, you didnât ruin anything. Itâs not that at all. Itâs- baby, I thoughtâŚâ he shook his head. His heart still pounded against his ribcage, and his breathing hadn't quite evened out. âI thought you were hurt. I thought you wereâŚâ He didnât want to finish his sentence.Â
âOhhhhh, no, Iâm fine! Iâm okay! Iâm drunkâŚâ you laughed, âBut Iâm okay!â
Bucky pulled you close, grateful that the blood clinging to your skin came out of a bottle. "I know that now, I'm just..." he took a deep breath. "It's just gonna take a minute for my body to catch up with my brain."
His hand roamed up and down your spine. He needed to feel you breathe, to feel your voice vibrate against his palm. Seeing you like that- bloody and unresponsive- on the floor of the home you shared nearly scared him to death.
This wasn't the kind of Halloween scare that flooded his system with pins and needles and left him laughing. No, this stripped him of all breath, of all ability to think. It cut him to the bone.
He never wanted to imagine you getting hurt, getting killed. For him, losing you was a fate worse than death.
The two of you sat there together in the quiet calm as Bucky remembered how to breathe. He held onto you as tightly as he could without leaving bruises, and didn't care than you'd stained his white shirt with your gory mess.
âIâm glad youâre home, doll. And that youâre okay," he said after his heart returned to its normal pacing. "I just- I didnât expect Bloody Barbie.â
You shrugged, âNo one ever does.â
Bucky let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls and made your heart flutter. âAlright, we need to clean you up and get you to bed, baby. I think weâve both had enough Halloween shenanigans for the year.â
You allowed him to help you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He was always there for you when you needed him, even without you asking. You knew he'd protect you, do anything for you- he'd even scrub fake blood from your nail beds.
"Buck?" you whispered as he helped you into bed.
"Yeah, baby?"
"You're soooo much better than Ken."
He knew it was a genuine, drunken compliment, but it nearly made him burst out laughing. "Thank you, doll. Yeah, I prefer Allan anyway."
"Saaaaaaame," you sighed, melting into your pillow.
Bucky tucked the covers around you and made sure your water was within reach. He placed a kiss to your forehead, once again thanking his lucky stars that you were home safe.
"Goodnight, Barbie."
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ăsynopsisă â after running into her extremely toxic ex at jake's birthday party last year, y/n seemed to disappear off the face of the planet. the only traces of her were her instagram story posts during her month-long trip to the states at the start of the new year. but other than that, no one had seen or heard from her since that night in november. the boys have speculated that it was because of the run-in with k all those months ago; however, when something y/n posts on her 'close friends' story begins to circulate through their group, they grow increasingly suspicious and angry over their speculations. ... except something about all of this doesn't sit right with heeseung. ăwarningsă â mc suffers from depression & struggles with thoughts of suicide, the boys are kinda petty assholes imo, cursing. please dm me if i missed anything! ăword countă â 4923 words ăauthor's noteă â lowercase intended. only slightly proofread. no real plot, rushed ending - like seriously i didn't know how to end it so i just did... this is my first story, so i'm really nervous, lol. this is all fictional. the way the idols are portrayed in this story does not reflect how i view them by any means. ădedicationă â this story is dedicated to my friend ani - may you always remember that you are never alone, not anymore.
"can you fucking believe her?" asked sunghoon, staring at the screenshot on jungwon's phone.
jake and jay agreed, peering over sunghoon's shoulder to get a better look at the photo. sunoo, who sat opposite the 02z, let out a tired sigh while ni-ki, who sat on the tabletop between jake and sunoo, massaged his temples. meanwhile, jungwon looked at his hyungs uneasily. heeseung wondered if he regretted asking if y/n was okay.
heeseung kept his gaze fixed on his friends as they continued to skim through the now-infamous screenshot.
"literally though, like what the fuck are we then?" ni-ki asked. "how dare she."
"god, no! and then to re-add us to her 'close friends' as if nothing happened," jay added. "like jungwon wouldn't have said anything to us."
"right?" sunoo said, rolling his eyes as he read through the post. "as if he wasn't going to tell us! like hello? he's our best friend!"
"it's like it was about us," jake said. "i'm not here to play these games. if she has a fucking problem with us, she needs to just fucking say so. we're not in high school anymore!"
"... well, except ni-ki," muttered sunoo.
jungwon let out a nervous sigh. "guys, i didn't mean to start anything-."
"no!" jay interrupted. "jake's right. we're all old enough. she needs to use her fucking words. she has a problem with us, just fucking say so. don't fucking act like we're all 'good' when it's clearly about us."
"because what the hell did we ever do to her?" sunghoon demanded.
all the while, jungwon's phone was making its rounds to each of the boys. and soon, the phone was in heeseung's hands. he was finally able to read the screenshot that started this entire uproar.
... and he was gutted.
"my sleep schedule is so fucked as of lately. all i do is lay in bed for 85-90% of my day. i can't keep pretending i'm jet-lagged from my trip to the states. i desperately crave to get out of the house to do things with other people, but i literally have no friends here â outside the ones that i made at work. even when i try to do things on my own, it's just so mentally taxing that i end up sleeping for 24+ hours after attempting to make myself feel better. it's a lot, i guess.
"... if i wasn't so afraid of death and dying, then maybe-."
heeseung felt his heart drop. he forced himself to stop reading; he couldn't continue, knowing that's where y/n's mind went.
how long had y/n been feeling this way? was there truth in what the other boys were saying? was this post about them?
shaking his head, heeseung refocused his attention on his friends. they all sat around him, angered by the post that y/n had made just the day before. the only person - save for himself - who wasn't mad about what y/n posted was jungwon. but heeseung couldn't tell if that was because he was still able to view her close friends story on instagram or if jungwon was genuinely worried about y/n.
even if the post was about them, heeseung told himself that that was the least of their concerns. the only thing that mattered to him (and he was surprised that his friends didn't seem to think similarly on the subject) was how y/n felt.
as the others went on to bash y/n for posting that and not being upfront with them about her feelings, heeseung handed jungwon back his phone.
"like honestly, i thought we were friends. what is her problem?" sunghoon circled back.
heeseung stood from his seat at the park table, white-knuckled fists suddenly clenched at his side. he startled the others with how abruptly he got up, but he didn't seem to care. "are you all fucking hearing yourself right now?"
"did you not just see what she posted yesterday?" jay asked.
ni-ki looked up at his hyung and added, "and she's so messy for re-adding us to her close friends list. if it wasn't for jungwon hyung, we wouldn't have ever seen this. so i bet she thinks she got away with talking shit about us like that."
"that's exactly what she was thinking!" jake chimed in.
heeseung didn't stay to hear what his insensitive friends had to say next. he simply told the five of them to "fuck off" and bid jungwon goodbye before storming off from the scene. as he neared his car, he reached for his phone from his back pocket; he wanted to text y/n. he needed to! however, upon closer inspection, he realized that his phone was out of battery. and of course, today was the day his car's charging cable broke!
groaning to himself, heeseung let himself into his vehicle and just drove. with his phone dead, there was no way for him to reach y/n to give her the heads-up that he'd be arriving anytime soon... but he also figured - given what he had read only minutes and minutes ago - that she would be home regardless.
his thoughts drifted back to y/n. he kept wondering how long she had been feeling that way. he wondered if she felt lonely because while she was locked away in her apartment, the rest of them were still going to each other's houses and planning group excursions... excursions, heeseung came to realize, that y/n wasn't invited to.
fuck! he thought as he came to a red light. if that post truly was about him and the rest of the guys, was it not deserved? he thought back to all the times that they went out without inviting y/n and he wondered if her fomo eventually got so bad she thought that they had silently kicked her out of the friend group. no... there's no way she thought that! right? y/n had a lot more sense than to think that a few outings without her meant that they no longer wanted to be her friend. right?!
the light stayed red as heeseung's mind swirled with several different thoughts. there was more to the post. heeseung knew that. granted, he didn't read it as thoroughly as his friends had, but he had skimmed through it quickly enough. the others were so hung up on the fact that y/n said she didn't have any friends; heeseung also guessed they were angry over the little bits of text that followed her dark thoughts. but... was she wrong to say all those things? the other seemed to think so. so much so that they completely ignored the blatant cry for help that was the entirety of y/n's post.
when the light finally turned green, heeseung couldn't stop thinking about the first line of the last paragraph. "...if i wasn't so afraid of death and dying, then maybe all of this would be so much easier."
in the three years that heeseung had gotten to know y/n, he had to admit that he was very aware of how dangerously dark her thoughts could be. there were moments when he wouldn't hear from her for weeks at a time. he remembered how y/n would lament on the droves of friends she had lost in the years prior because they hated when she would fall into her slump. after all, she wouldn't text anyone for days at a time; he recalled how when she recalled those memories, it somehow always ended with the friends telling her that she was selfish or that she wasn't trying hard enough to get better.
heeseung quickly parked his car in the guest space of y/n's apartment complex. from his spot, he could see the curtains of her bedroom window weren't drawn, but the window was cracked opened ever-so-slightly. he found himself devising a plan b in case y/n didn't come to the door and it involved somehow shimmying up to the second floor and busting through her window.
without another moment to lose, he rapidly bashed his pointer finger against the doorbell. at least if she was sleeping, he was certain that this'd wake her up!
not even a minute had gone by when y/n flung her apartment door open. heeseung took in the sight of her. her hair, a tangled, matted mess. if he had to guess, he assumed her knots were much worse at the back of her head. he noted that the fullness of her cheeks had vanished. she looked so gaunt compared to the last time he saw her; he wondered when the last time she ate was... or at least when the last time she ate anything of sustenance was.
y/n looked at heeseung with tired eyes. she frowned for a moment, only to replace it with a sad smile.
"have you come to air your grievances with me in person?" she said in a strained whisper.
if heeseung had been gutted before, he had no idea what this new feeling was. whatever it was though, it shattered whatever was left of him. he had known y/n to have horrible episodes of hopelessness and defeat, but this was too much for him to bear. he couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling. she was a shell of herself.
"... what are you talking about?" he asked gently.
"i just thought..." y/n let out a deep, long sigh. she looked down at her hello kitty house slippers, not finishing her thought aloud. she tightly wrapped her arms around herself as she stroked her right upper arm slowly.
instinctively, heeseung removed his coat and draped it over y/n. her bloodshot, tired eyes looked up at him once more. he wanted to hold her. to make her feel his warmth. to make her feel his love. he just wanted her to see she wasn't alone anymore.
"you just thought what?" he asked as y/n ushered him inside.
she shut the door behind her and wordlessly led him to the small couch in her living room. heeseung saw the nest she had created for herself with her blankets, pillows, and plushies in the dark space. the only source of light came from her muted television, which was currently airing reruns of old cartoons from the 1990s and the early 2000s. there were torn-up bags of chips (some empty and some half-full), unfinished, open bottles of soju and cans of beer, and a plethora of takeout boxes scattered around her little nest across her tiny coffee table. trash and dirty laundry lined the floor around her couch.
"sorry about the mess. i haven't had visitors in over six months now..."
six months. the last time anyone had seen y/n had been over seven months ago. sure, they had seen her posting all about her trip back to the states a month ago, but no one had physically been in her presence in over half a year. heeseung wanted to kick himself. why hadn't he visited sooner?
"no... please don't apologize-."
"i'm embarrassed," she whispered, trying to make space on the couch by tossing all of her used bedding to the floor.
heeseung stopped her in time, insisting that it was fine. after all, he had been the one to show up unannounced.
"what were you talking about before, y/n?" heeseung tried holding her gaze, but she quickly averted her eyes to her slippers once more. "what grievances are you talking about?"
every sigh that escaped y/n's lips was a dagger to heeseung's heart. he watched as she struggled to find the words to say. sensing her panic, heeseung guided her into her cocoon of blankets - making some room for himself as well. the two of them sat side-by-side in silence. he could wait all day for her to reply, especially if it meant not leaving her alone in this state.
"your friends," y/n reached for her phone from the recesses of her blankets, "they all texted me these paragraphs about something that i posted privately yesterday."
WHAT?!
heeseung could feel his blood boiling. "how do you mean?"
PARAGRAPHS?!
y/n unlocked her phone and handed the device to the man beside her. just as soon as he got a hold of her phone, she quickly retracted her hand and brought it to her eyes, rubbing away at them.
heeseung first watched as y/n began to curl up into a ball, then he directed his attention to her phone. upon first glance at her message app, he noticed that there were three circles pinned to the top: two group chats - one called "ohana đ" and the other "the tortured poets department đď¸" - and a silly selfie of him and y/n with the nickname "evan lee đ" plastered just below it. a blush danced upon his cheeks at the sight of it all.
however, the warmth in his cheeks lasted for only a millisecond as his eyes fell just below their text thread; it appeared that ni-ki, jay, sunghoon, jake, and sunoo all sent messages to y/n in the time that it took for heeseung to arrive. heeseung tapped at the most recent of the texts, sunoo's. he repeated the process with jake's, sunghoon's, jay's, and finally, ni-ki's texts. with each scroll through of texts from his friends, he found himself getting angrier and angrier at them. especially after reading y/n's responses to each of them.
it was hard to tell tone over text, but heeseung knew his friends well. each message to y/n was crafted uniquely and in the sender's own words, but the gist of what they were saying was all the same.
they each started their message by telling y/n that they had been with jungwon the day before and how he had asked them if she was okay. they all state that they didn't know what he could possibly be talking about until jungwon mentioned that it was in reference to her instagram story - a story he failed to mention was only for close friends.
jay and sunoo went on to say that they didn't mind that they couldn't see her story; y/n was allowed to pick and choose who she wanted to see those stories. jake, ni-ki, and sunghoon - on the other hand - took major offense into not being able to see her story, considering "everything" they had been through "together with k". they all mentioned how deeply hurt they were by the fact that y/n said she had not friends. ni-ki had gone as far as to say, "i thought that me and the hyungs were your friends. but i guess not, huh?"
they then followed up their emotions with the same statements they were exclaiming at the park, about how if y/n had something to say about them to just outright say it and not dabble in this "high school bullshit and make everyone play this stupid game where they have to figure out what the hell it is they did wrong" (as jake put it in his text). in sunoo's message, he claimed that he was only reaching out to y/n because he wanted to be upfront with her and couldn't think of a single thing he might have done to offend her. jay and sunghoon continued to stress the fact that their text wasn't meant to be read as an attack, but they "wanted to be adults about the situation instead of resorting to petty, childish drama" because they too couldn't think of anything to warrant such a post from y/n. ni-ki drew from the fact that he and the rest of the boys were hurting over this and how it was "shady and cringy" to post a story like that on her social media account; he accused her of just wanting attention because he "didn't do anything wrong" so for her to post that with the implication that he had irritate the maknae to no end.
just like that, each of them wrapped up their lengthy chunks of text to y/n with such vitriol that heeseung couldn't believe that these were his friends. he knew they were coming from a place of hurt, but he was surprised that they didn't see y/n's post for what it truly was: a cry for help.
instead, they turned her raw emotions into their hurt egos. they decided to take bits and pieces of y/n's story and mold it into this narrative where she attempted to assassinate their characters. it went from being a post about how utterly depressed and pathetic she felt to being a post about them.
and heeseung was livid.
with all of them.
when had they become so self-important? if they were truly y/n's friends like they had so furiously claimed to be, why hadn't any of them asked if she was okay? even jungwon failed to ask her, opting instead to ask his hyungs and ni-ki - which, arguably got everyone in this mess in the first place.
heeseung felt his mind drift back to y/n's reply to each of the boys' texts. while he didn't read every single one, he did read the only one that got a text back, y/n's text to ni-ki. it was a long, heartfelt apology from y/n; heeseung could see how this whole mess was tearing her up inside just from her words to ni-ki alone. but he got even madder when he got to her parting words, only to see that ni-ki had replied with, "k. thanks for reaching out. i just need time for myself if i'm being honest. bye."
before he could say anything, heeseung was brought back to reality when he caught y/n silently sobbing into her hands from the corner of his eye.
"i'm sorry!" she whispered. over and over again. each time more broken than the last.
heeseung gently pulled her closer to his chestm cradling her to him as he rubbed his thumb against her back in an effort to comfort her. "you have nothing to be sorry for..."
"i hurt everyone's feelings-!"
"fuck them," heeseung growled, holding her tighter. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry that they let their egos get in the way of being decent human beings. i'm sorry that you've felt so alone for the last few months. i'm sorry that i haven't shown up for you in the way that you needed someone to be there."
y/n cried harder. "i... i... i... i didn't... i didn't mean..." her hiccups were affecting the rhythm of her speech. "i didn't mean that... that we weren't friends! i just... i just felt-."
"shhhh," he soothed as she shuddered under his embrace. "we haven't been very good friends to you as of lately, anyway. they're like my brothers and i love them, but those messages alone... we haven't been decent friends to you. i can understand how easy it is to feel like you're this lonely, little island, especially when the rest of us are still going out and making no effort to see how you're doing.
"i saw their messages to you. in ni-ki's case specifically, i scrolled up a little too far and saw that you've spent the last half of these past few months messaging him little things like tiktoks and memes only for him to like them or reply to you with one word. have you been reaching out to the rest of the boys?"
he felt her nod against his chest.
oh... so he was the only one to not have heard from her. the green-eyed monster crept into his thoughts momentarily, only for him to realize that the others' text threads were probably just as dry as ni-ki's.
"i'm really sorry that i didn't reach out to you sooner," heeseung sighed. "i really don't know what i was thinking. i'm sorry that you've felt so alone."
once y/n had calmed down enough to stop her hiccups, she excused herself to grab a glass of water. she asked heeseung if he wanted anything while she was up, but he declined - instead offering to get the glass for her. she appreciated the gesture but went to get the water herself.
this moment alone left heeseung in his thoughts again. he didn't want her to have to recount anything to him if she didn't want to, but he still needed to know. in her text to ni-ki, she said that she hadn't meant to keep jungwon on her list of close friends. that what she posted hadn't meant to be for the people she had met in south korea; it was for her friends back home - as a way to vent out the frustrations she hadn't known how to put into words for her korean audience. these frustrations, from what heeseung could gather, were things she wasn't ready to tell him or the others.
but the others had practically forced it out of her in her apologies to them...
... and ni-ki had the gall to tell her that he needed time and space from her. the rest left her on read - as if only turning their read receipts on for this moment alone.
heeseung could feel himself getting worked up all over again. gripping tightly at the fabric of his jeans, he sat up straighter when he heard y/n coming back to the darkened living room.
"i'm sorry," y/n whispered as she neared him.
heeseung stared up at her helplessly as she sat beside him. "no, there's nothing to be-."
"i meant to take all of you off my 'close friends' list. it wasn't because i didn't think we were friends; there are just some things from my past that i'm not ready to talk about with you guys yet-."
"and you don't have to! i'm sorry that the rest of them think that you owe us that..."
"i mean... they thought it was about them; they just wanted to clear things up and let how they were feeling be known," y/n said with a sigh, pulling heeseung's coat closer to her chest. "i offended them. i respect them from being upfront about their feelings-."
"IT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT!" heeseung stood up to face y/n. "WHY ARE THEY ALLOWED TO EXPRESS THEIR EMOTIONS LIKE THAT AND YOU'RE NOT?"
regret washed over heeseung as he noticed y/n's sullen eyes widen. she bit her quivering lips and heeseung wanted to punch himself in the face.
"sorry," he muttered. "i didn't mean to blow up like that. i just..."
heeseung knelt before y/n.
"no, it's okay," she said, avoiding his gaze.
"it's not... and what the guys did isn't okay either. yeah, they confronted you because they thought it was about them and they want to clear the air, but there's a way to go about that. and for ni-ki to go off on your like that only to leave you with that 'i need space' bullshit of a text-."
"he's just a kid."
"i get that, but i have no idea where the boys get off with being so... i don't know... vain? for lack of a better word. their reactions just feel so... guilty. as if they had done something-."
"i was being extremely vague in my post."
heeseung took y/n's shaking hands, finally holding her gaze as she looked at him. she seemed shocked by the physical interaction; he wondered how long it had been since she had touched another person outside their hug minutes ago.
"exactly! if it wasn't about them, but they somehow found a way to relate to it? i don't know... again, i think they're acting out of guilt," heeseung caressed the back of her hands with his thumb.
y/n gave heeseung a sad smile. "i get their side. with the way i worded everything, i can see how they relate what i wrote with the way everyone handled everything between k and me a few years ago."
heeseung felt y/n rip her hands away from his as she buried her face into her hands. sitting back on the couch, he pulled her into another hug; she didn't seem to be crying again, but he couldn't be too sure anymore. y/n hadn't mentioned her past relationship with k since their nasty breakup, but he remembered how unbothered she had been upon seeing him seven months ago at jake's birthday party. he also remembered how angered y/n had been - despite being unbothered at k's initial presence - because he attempted to approach her while she was alone at the open bar, grabbing refills for heeseung, sunghoon, and herself.
"... did the post have anything to do with k?" heeseung asked. he felt her go stiff at the mention of her ex-boyfriend before shaking her head against his chest and letting out a small sniffle. "okay, then? so the boys had nothing to worry about. it's just this huge misunderstanding. if they want to hold it against you, fuck 'em."
"i still really hurt their feelings."
"you apologized. did they?"
y/n pushed heeseung away to hug her legs to her chest. she shook her head. "but... a selfish part of me really feels like i'm owed one."
"it's not selfish - especially after you cleared it up with them. they jumped conclusions and said extremely hurtful things to you. if they truly did no wrong - which who knows, maybe they didn't do anything wrong! - i don't know... maybe they shouldn't have been so defensive. i don't know! maybe it's just me... but their behavior is downright embarrassing!"
with another sigh, y/n leaned against heeseung, who instantly wrapped his arm around her; it felt just like before, like no time had passed between the two of them. like there wasn't this mix of guilt, hopelessness, and despair in the air between them.
"embarrassing?"
"how else would your describe it when you make someone else's trauma and hurting about you?" heeseung asked, giving y/n's shoulder a tight squeeze. "y/n, i know you. i know you're not going to hold this another the boys, but i think their reaction to all of this is downright stupid. you talked about some pretty serious stuff in your post, but they pushed past that to complain that you might have posted about them. that doesn't sit right with me-."
"it's not that deep, hee-."
"except it is, y/n! this is exactly what happened with k hyung after you two broke up and more recently after jake's party. specifically after jake's party, you posted something privately about how hard things have been on your end and how it was affecting your mental health; someone shared it with him and he confronted you-."
"k apologized-."
"but then he immediately turned the conversation into 'i'm sorry, but also you hurt me!' and then you two only focused on his feelings!" heeseung thought back to that time. "i just... i feel like the boys took whatever was posted in the wrong direction. and even then, it wasn't even aimed in their direction to begin with! there are worse things to be done and that have been done than taking someone off your story then putting them back on..."
y/n pressed herself closer to heeseung as he continued.
"and honestly... whatever was actually said in your story was so much bigger than their feelings being hurt, y/n. because we both know that wasn't what it was about."
"hee..."
"look, i know... i know that you never meant for any of us to see it, but we did. and instead of seeing it for what it was, most of them made it about themselves. and i'm sorry for that. i'm sorry that we haven't been good friends to you lately - to the point where you felt like we weren't your friends to begin with. they're allowed to be hurt over it if they truly think that it's about them, but they can't just ambush you like that and then close the discussion when you clear the air and open it up for them. honestly, with the way all of this was handled, i wouldn't be surprised if you still stood by that statement! it's almost like... at every turn, you're reprimanded in some way for posting about your feelings. someone always has to take it out of context and make it about themselves.
"you literally told every single one of them that it had nothing to do with them and they have the audacity to sit there and say that they need time away from you? again, that doesn't sit right with me! why are you made to be the problem in every situation you're stuck to struggle with!"
there was still so much more heeseung had wanted to say, but the sounds of y/n's violent sobs had stopped him. she began to wail into his chest again and she squeezed him closer to her. heeseung felt his heart breaking as he looked down at one of his best friends. she wept loudly, screaming incoherent phrases into him while heeseung held her tightly.
"i'm sorry," heeseung whispered into her hair, pulling her onto his lap. "i'm sorry that i wasn't there for you before... i'm sorry that it's taken me so long to see how much you've been hurting. i'm sorry for everything. but i'm here now."
#heeliumhaze-elle writes#lee heeseung#heeseung x reader#heeseung angst#heeseung au#enhypen#enhypen angst#enhypen fic#enha fic#enha angst
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like do i want to go back to university? no. do i want to do science? yes i miss it so bad i still make up practice questions for myself when i get bored and don't even have anything to practice science for. do i want to go back full time? absolutely not. do i want to go back part-time? idk. maybe? do i think i can balance work and school? ummm not sure. do i really really really miss science and doind chemistry labs? yes so bad it's literally so silly. do i have to redo first year physics if i go back and switch into chem...? yeah..... fuck. do i still need my academic writing requirement class? yeah.... FUCK. do i only have my first year calc and elective credits done if i switch to chemistry? ..... yeah. do i hate academia with a passion? yes đŻ. but do i miss science??? do i really miss science? yes. i miss doing science so bad it makes me look stupid. do i do temperature conversions for fun when im bored bc i miss doing science? yes. my coworkers think this is very funny. does being in university shut my brain off? yes. will starting adhd meditation help that? goddamn i sure fucking hope so. does going back mean i get free counselling w/ my favourite counsellor again? yes đĽ°. does going back mean i get to continue to be a part of the indigenous community on campus? yes and i need that community so bad honestly. do i want to move back to where i was going to university anyway? ABSOLUTELY I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO MOVE BACK ASAP. do i have a plan or know what i want to do with my life anymore tho? no đ. do i feel silly abt hating university but wanting to go back for science especially when i've been so adamant about not going back? yeahhhhh...
anyway, somebody get me in a science class asap istg. please.
me for basically the last six months like: i will NOT go to university my first year was terrible and i hated it and the thought of staying fills me with dread
me last week: i will do anything to get a better job EXCEPT go back to university
me today: idk guys i miss doing science maybe i should go back to university... for chemistry
#frankie yells#such is my dilemma#uhhh girl help idk#like literally me since february like im dropping out im dropping out im dropping i want nothing to do with this byyyyyeeee#and me now like uh. hiii i miss doing science i need that scientific enrichment in my enclosure otherwise i feel sad#watching nilered isn't enough i need to be getting a degree in chemistry#for science#ngl like missing doing science is making me feel a lot less jaded abt post-secondary#it has been an incredibly jaded 6 months over here#ig i have something im passionate abt pushing me again? i kind of lost that when i started uni bc idk things weren't what i expected?#and my interest in biology was not as strong as i thought so i kinda lost direction#which. in hindsight. duh why would you go for microbiology when you were in love w/ physics and chem in high school not bio#but um. lesson learned ig lol.#physics is cool and i love her but she will never be my passion. physics just isn't quite my realm. extremely neat but not for me.#let me mix the chemicals together PLEEEEEASSSSE#chem labs have always been my favourite anyway#bio labs i like immediately noped out of like intro bio was fun but as soon as it got any deeper i was like what huh no thank you#if you're gonna throw that much chem at me just put me in chem actually#i like the 'macro' parts of biology more like all the taxonomy and ecology stuff. not my passion but i whole-heartedly enjoy it#cellular and chemical parts of bio just make me tune out honestly. idc really about organisms insides i want to see how they interact#like microbiology is so cool for the symbiotic relationships we can have w/ them and for the microbiomes in our mouths the soil etc etc#more interested loosely in the ecological aspect of it all#also tbh i barely can comprehend why i wanted to be a doctor atp#anywayyyyy we shall see what i will do.... move back for shore. the rest? who can say.#really it depends on whether i get hired for the apprentice cheesemaker position i applied to. bc it's a pretty damn good looking job#benefits n everything! plus actual full time hours and making cheese!!! and they'll sponsor me to do a course for it if they hire me#the location is the only downside tbh bc i don't really wanna stay in the greater area i live in rn for much longer#but. it is a good job and i want stable income and some semblance of financial stability#i told my mum ultimately i want financial stability and she said 'at 19?' đ#like girl yes surprise after a lifetime of being poor i want to not have to worry abt money i am STRESSED abt it too much
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pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader
synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.
warnings: death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, i THINK thatâs it.
envy yaps: lol i wrote something like this before a WHILE back but this one will be better trust đ anyways letâs pray and hope i actually finish this đđž
âand weâre done!â you say finally excited to almost be leaving. you just finished working on my last customer of the night. âyou can walk up to the mirror to see for yourself.â you mumble while cleaning up.
â âs beautiful thank you so much!â she smiles eagerly as she examines her freshly done butterfly tattoo on her rib.
âyeah youâre welcome, you already know the tattoo after care i donât have to go over it do i?â you asked already knowing her answer. layla was a regular youâve done like 4 of her tats already.
ânah i know how to take care of my shit thank you very much.â she declared while carefully rolling down her shirt.
you giggle and give her a smile while you finish cleaning up. âhere ma, thank you so much again you always get me right.â she passes you a couple bills with a big smile on plastered on her face. âahh i love them iâve been thinking about getting butterflies for a while now you ate downâ she screamed while looking at herself in the mirror again.
you take the money and put it in your backpack as you let out another giggle. âyouâre welcomeâ. you love your job, aside from the good pay you literally just get to draw cute things on people and theyâre happy.
âalright my uber outside bye y/n thanks againâ she leaves, the room now silent once again.
you finished cleaning up and you get up to lock the door as youâre now closed before you continue to prep things for tomorrow.
you finally had time to check your phone and you see the time.
11:56 PM
you see all the missed texts and calls from your mom. she always wants you to call her at the end of the day knowing thereâs not much to talk about anyway. your days usually blend into each other, all you do is go to school and work. not that you donât have a life aside from those two things, it just takes up most of your time.
you break away from your phone as you hear a knock on the door. you make my way to the front. âweâre closedâ you mumble. startling the boy a little. you examine the boy he was wearing a plain black shirt, white shorts, and birkenstockâs. you knew who he was.
nick sturniolo
not that you knew each other, you knew of him. youâve seen him around campus and his familyâs like stupid rich. heâs a triplet however only two of them actually attend college. you donât know anything about the other one, you have seen him at a party once though thatâs about it.
his blonde hair layes just right above his eyes. he looks like heâd been crying all night. that or heâs just really high. he looks sickly though really pale but somehow he still looked really pretty.
âcan i help you?â you finally spoke out as you unlock and open the door. this is weird why is he here so late at night you think to yourself.
âare you still open?â he asks his voice so soft yet deep.
what a stupid question to ask, the door was locked and the open sign was off. weâre visibly closed!
âsorry weâre closed. you can schedule an appointment for tomorrow though.â you say trying to sound as nice as possible.
âplease iâll pay twice as much, i really need this please.â he begs.
you start to feel bad, really wanting to go home but cant bring myself to say no. he looks like heâs about to break down into tears you canât just leave him like this.
âuh okay come in.â you say moving out the way to let him in and lead him to the room. âum what would you like to get done?â you asked dryly.
âhave you seen the movie edward scissorhands before?â he asked bringing his phone up to your face to show you what he wants.
âyeah a couple times, where do you want it?â you ask while unpacking the supplies needed.
âright here on my calf.â he points to the side of his calf. he had another tattoo closer to his ankle of two pokĂŠmon characters.
you slowly start tracing the design. whatâs so important about this tattoo anyway that he had to come at 12 am. youâve watched the movie a couple times, yeah itâs good but is it worth a tattoo or coming this late for one. you mentally curse myself for not being able to say no.
âyou from here?â he asked looking down at you.
ânah im from new york city, i just go to school here.â you say keeping your focus on the tattoo.
âhm how long? iâve never seen you around here.â he stated.
âabout two years now, i donât really go out much or talk to many people from here.â you continue working. the room was silent for the rest of the night, only thing audible was the faint music playing on the tv.
âk im done!â you smile down at your work. âis it okay if i take a couple pictures?â
âyeah itâs fine looks amazing by the way. thank you so much.â he examines the scissor hands tattoo as you take a couple pictures from different angles. âhow much do i owe you?â
âone fifty.â you state turning around to clean up. he turns in your direction passing four one hundred bills to you. âoh no i canât take this, itâs only one fifty.â
âno honestly take it, i came when you were closing please ill feel even worse if you donât!â you nod your head and put the money in your backpack. âi really canât thank you enough it looks amazing, do you have a business card? iâd love to come back sometime i love your work.â he starts to ramble and you let out a laugh.
âyeah theyâre here in the front, you can take one as you walk out. youâre welcome itâs really no biggie.â it was though you have a morning class tomorrow and itâs nearly 3 am. you try to stay positive and not let your attitude slip out.
âhey i didnât get your name.â he mentions
âoh itâs y/n.â
ânick.â
âoh i know trust me.â you think to yourself while you smile at him.
you explain the tattoo after care even though nobody ever listens. he finally leaves which means you can finally leave. you love your work and all but itâs so draining. you close up the shop and finally get in my car, the drive to your apartment isnât far only 8 minutes but tonight it feels like an eternity.
you like driving though it calms you down, helps you think. you make it to your parking spot and really process what the fuck just happened. not that itâs outta this world cause growing up in new york youâve seen and experienced some crazy shit but that was weird. you had so many questions but you didnât want to make him uncomfortable so you decided it was best to mind your business.
you finally make it to your apartment, happy to shower and get in bed but even happier to see your cat luna after a long ass day. you unlock your door set your things down on your counter.
âluna mama where are you?â you call out waiting for her to pop out from somewhere. âluna baby where are you?â she comes from underneath the couch, you bend down to pick her up and smother her with kisses. saying i miss you and i love you. you feel bad she hasnât been getting the attention she deserves lately, you barely see her due to school and work. all of a sudden everyone wants a tattoo.
you finally shower enjoying the hot water run down your body calming you. not a single negative thought in your mind. you start to think if should you smoke after or fall asleep.
you get out the shower and check the time.
3:48 am
âfuck i gotta be up at 9.â you sigh, you need to stop taking appointments past 10 pm and leave it to the other artist. youâre always the last one to leave the shop.
âá˘Íŕ˝´ â
you groan hearing you alarm going off wising you could stay in bed forever. knowing itâs not possible and missing class is not an option especially not when your paper is due next week. you get up and get ready, putting water and food in lunas bowl before leaving and driving to campus.
you donât live far from campus only a twelve minute drive. you hate being late though just the thought of everyone staring at you and observing your every move while trying to get situated makes you so uncomfortable. it feels like youâre interrupting an important conversation or meeting so you choose to be early or well on time.
you make it to class with five minutes to spare, sitting there just scrolling through your phone waiting for your professor to start the lesson. there was nothing special about todays lesson, taking notes and finishing up the paper.
ten minutes before class was over the professor started to talk about a situation that happened earlier this morning.
âas some of you may know there was a tragic incident that happened at around four thirty am this morning.â he paused for a second trying to gather all his thoughts, trying to use the right words before continuing. âthe sturniolo family was brutally murdered, some knew nicolas sturniolo. he was a great student and a great friend to all. may he rest in peace.â
as he finished your face dropped, there was many whispers heard through out the class. this is all too confusing, you had just seen him.
your thoughts were cut off by the professor speaking again. âplease appreciate all the people around you while theyâre here, you never know what can happen. his brother is suffering from a great loss please respect his privacy.â
his brother? which brother?
people continued to whisper âi heard his brother went crazy and murdered them all.â said a random girl. âi heard it was nicks stalker, he was infatuated with him and when nick rejected him he couldnât stand it.â another said. this is all so stupid. why do people jump to conclusions and spread rumors without knowing what really happened.
you started to feel overwhelmed you had to go home. before you left through the door, the professor said one last thing. âalso the police will come by tomorrow and question some of you, please be sure to be early tomorrow morning. thank you all and please be safeâ
with that you went home, you canât come back to your afternoon classes it was all too much. did he know something was gonna happen? is that why he looked sad? you assumed it might of been a boy or something. not something this big.
you arrive at your house, trying to gather all your thoughts. not that youâre sad, you didnât even know the boy but you canât help but feel sorry for him, his family.
you tried to sleep, sleeping was like your therapy. or well not therapy just a way of not dealing with your emotions for the time being. sleeping was hard though, every time you closed your eyes you would see him.
you decide the beach was a good option. sometimes when you felt lonely or depressed you would go to the beach, smoke, and draw. it was calming, made you feel like you were the only person left in the world. usually you enjoyed your own company, you found peace in being alone. one of your traits your mom despised. she wanted you to go out more, explore, experience, have fun. not be locked away in the house when youâre not in school or at work.
you lie and tell her you do other things but she doesnât believe you. she says she knows you more than you know yourself but she doesnât understand you.
Y/N
hey mom iâm going to the beach iâll call you when i get home.
sorry i havenât called or texted much iâve been super busy.
love you :)
you spent your afternoon at the beach, watching the sunset, hitting your blunt every now and then, sketching random flowers on your book. you could go on and on about flowers if you could, even nature.
you finally check the time when itâs fully dark deciding its a bit dangerous to be out so late considering what just happened around the area.
8:27 pm
you decide to pick up some pizza and call it a day. trying to mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. you really want to call of work tomorrow feeling like there too much going on around you. it was overwhelming, you think youâre overreacting none of this really affects you in anyway so why do you have this suffocating feeling? you feel like youâre literally drowning.
âluna you have it so easy mama, iâd love to be a house cat not a single worry in the world.â you sigh while rubbing her tummy as she purs.
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Hiii đ¤
So I got this idea from one of your one-shots, the one where naoya and y/n are doing it in a missionđ
So they are secretly dating in that right ? And I thought about them in highschool AU secretly dating toođ¤ And you know her siblings and friends finding out eventually, like I really wanna see naoya and y/n sneaking outttt and those stuff yk, kinda like a forbidden romance đ
Have a good day đ¤đ¤đ¤ byeee!
Hellooooooooooo anon hehehe
Thank you for liking that dirty piece of mine đ super indulgent, of course. Glad to have it out of my system. (Edit: it said sister, wtf lol)
So anything highschool au related is like my weakness, specially if I get to write things like secretly dating aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Anyways this is a two part story!!! heheheh Didn't mean to, but after that ending, I just had to. :) I hope you enjoy it!!
warnings: none. au. highschool. Naoya is like maybe super ooc, but he adores you so. đ it's only expected. FLUFFFFFFF.
Happy reading!!!
Secretly dating Naoya during high school is naturally filled with clandestine meet ups here and there, made possible by you asking for permission to go the ârestroomâ in the middle of class, only to head up straight to the designated place of reunion: right around the corner of a distant hallway and beneath the stairs, pulled into a tight embrace as soon as you cross his sight, and subsequentially letting you know how much he missed you and how dreadful it was to be away from you for even one second!
âI missed you too!â you would exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and attempting to pull him down for a kissâyou always hated how he forced you to stand on your tip toes, all for his seeming enjoyment. âLean down a bit, I can't kiss you like this!â
But Naoya would only chuckle, letting you struggle a bit more until he finally obliged, taking your lips into another quick kiss before freeing you once again, to meet up later, that is.
âSee you for lunch, princess.â
â⌠Only if you promise to not be meanâŚâ
Naoya laughs.
Even if the two were meant to keep this a secret from the outside world, that didn't stop you from indulging in the things you always wanted to do with him, such as packing an extra box of lunch for him, obviously handmade by you, meeting up at the rooftop of whatever building was empty to have it together, and if he felt in the mood for such, feed him as well.
âWait, before we eat, close your eyes.â
Youâre no longer taken aback by requests of this nature, if anything, it excited you, so you quickly obeyed soon after. Naoya would then take hold of your hands, gently placing a box on them before asking you to open your eyesâa gasp ensued at the sight of your gift.
âNo way! These areâhow did you even get them?! I thought they were sold out!â
These were none other than the special edition tiramisu mochi your favorite store made just a few weeks ago. The desire to go and get a few was there, but your responsibilities at school were far more demanding, and so, youâd come to dejectedly accept the reality that you might never have them, not even a tasteâŚ
Luckily, Naoya's adoration for you (and determination to make you happy) was far bigger than anything else, literally, and with the possibilities he had⌠all that he needed to do was make a few phone calls and heâd soon have the happiest girlfriend in the world.
âNothing's sold out for meâ Naoya sappily admits, but to you, who was completely enamored by him at this point, was only the sweetest response yet.
âOh, Naoya, thank you so much!!â You cry, taking him into a hug and attacking him with kisses all over his face. His cheeks become a flustering mess, and yet, does nothing to remove you. âI can't wait to try them!â
âJust be sure to eat first, though. I don't want you getting all full with mochi and then complaining youâre hungryâŚâ he teases with a smirk.
You pout. âIt was just one time!â that you wanted to recall. âBut alrightâŚâ
Naoya kisses your cheek.
âDon't be upset, princess. If you want more, I'll get you moreâ
As long as you give him more of those sweet kisses, or more like tiramisu kisses, as theyâd become known later on.
These were nothing more than just a few examples of the things you liked to do with Naoya. However, not everything would be completely enjoyable, and just as expected of life, the two were bound to eventually do things neither liked in its entiretyânothing too extreme, just⌠tedious by itself. Like studying.
Even then, however, Naoya always did his best to help you. Since he was the best student out of the two, he could easily provide you with the help you needed to improve your notesâif not the motivation to do so.
It was silly to think how Naoya at one point once hated doing this with you, or more like was oblivious to your actual intents when asking him for help. Back when the two were just barely staring to know each other, you'd come to him with the pretense of needing guidance with one of the many subjects you were struggling with.
And Naoya, was blunt and blind as he was with these social matters, would only limit himself to answer the follow:
âWhy are you asking me? Isnât your sister bright or something?â
It took a great deal for his friend Ranta to not slap the stubbornness out of him, instead, he managed to explain what you were truly attempting to do with these approaches. You can rest assured knowing Naoya felt like an absolute idiot after discovering this. Thankfully, now that he knows what you mean, he doesnât let any opportunity pass. In fact, he even offers himself up for the jobâeven when you profusely refused.
âI don't want to study anymoreâŚ!!â You'd dramatically cry, resting your head onto your arms and down on the desk; simply continuing to whine. âI hate this!â
âCome on, princess; just a bit more and youâre done.â Naoya attempts to comfort, removing one of your hair strands covering your face. He enjoyed this silly side of you, thought it unbearably adorable⌠but he preferred you to be happy. By far.
âNo. I don't want to; I don't care if I fail, I'm not doing this anymore! And nothing will convince me otherwise!â
âAre you sure?â He smirks, placing his arm around your waist and leaning closer to you.
âYes!â You try your best to remain unaffected, even if deep within, you were desperately longing to bask in his touch.
âNot even a kiss?â
âNope! Not even that!â You refuted his suggestions. âDonât try to convince me otherwise, it wonât work!â
Well, youâd have to do better than that if you wished to stop Naoya.
âOh, really? Not evenâŚâ Naoya then reaches for his bag to swiftly take out a small Gengar plushie. Coincidentally, the same one you saw at the mall a few days ago: the newest one PokĂŠmon Center had released, and naturally, youâve been dying to get. ââŚFor this?â
You press you lips together, trying your best to control your impulses and freak out about the giftâbut thereâs one thing you always forget about Naoya: is that you canât ignore his enchantments, and soon, you attempt to seize the plushie from his hands, only to once again, fail to acknowledge his impressive speed, a snarky smile on his lips as he imposes distance between the two.
âNuh, uh, princess. You have to keep studying if you want this.â
âJustâgive it to me!â you gasp, trying to reach for his arm once again, but he just keeps straying further and further away from you. In fact, he actually stands up to make it even harder for you!
But that doesnât stop you, no, not at all, for you respond with the same energy, quick to stand up as well and throw yourself towards him in one last attempt to seize the plushie and claim what is rightfully yours!
If you hadnât accidentally tripped over, that is, by innocently getting your feet stuck with the legs of a nearby chair and tripping onto Naoya, who instinctively grabs you and begins to worry about your wellbeing, Gengar effectively out of your mind.
Just like youâhowever, it was more by the fact you were embarrassed to have done such a thing, feeling nothing but stupid by allowing yourself to fall victim to such silly games, as seen in the redness of your face.
âStop it!â you breathe, trying to free yourself from his arms, hide from his sight. But he holds you in place, fearing you were hurt. âLet me go!â
âAre you ok? Are you hurt?â
âIâmâIâm fine, justâjust let me go!â you whine, and itâs a good thing that Naoya knows you so well to the point of understanding you donât really mean to get away from him, but rather, hide your shameâwhich he hopes to ease by finally giving you the plushie of your desire.
âDonât be upset, Y/N. It was just an accident.â He murmurs, kissing the top of your head, you pout.
âThis was so humiliatingâŚâ you lament. âI feel like a child! Oh, Iâm so undeserving of thisâŚâ
âHmmm, if itâs worth anything, today wasnât that bad. In fact, remember that one time when you ate chocolate ice cream andâ"
âNaoya!â you gasp, he laughs.
âAlright, alright!â He cups your face, pressing your cheeks together and making you pout. âIâm just joking; trying to make you feel better, you know?â
âDoesnât seem like itâŚâ you frown.
âI adore all of you. Even the embarrassing parts.â Naoya leans closer to your face, rubbing his nose against yours. Your heart swoons. âSo donât torture yourself about it.â
ââŚI adore you too.â You confess, eager to already tell him you loved him, but only when the time was right. When he felt ready.
âLetâs take a break and get something to eat, yeah?â
 âHow about ramen? I bought some packets that are supposed to be super good the other day at the market. We can just get some hot water from the cafeteria and done!â
âYou know how I feel about that type of food. Iâd rather take you out to an actual restaurant.â He raises an eyebrow.
âI would like to but⌠we need to plan these things with time so we wonât be seenâ you dolefully remind him, he sighs.
âWell, nothing beats a date at school.â Naoya then jests, you chuckle.
He then cups your face once again, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.
Saying itâs a nuisance falls short to how you actually felt about this whole ordeal. About having to walk around eggshells just to go out on dates, but until both were ready to let the world known of your relationship, (or prepare for the dramatic response you know your family and friends will have to it) this will have to do.
Unless you two were to lower your guards and let someone else win you to it, hinted by the sound of a shutter coming from the door, followed by a bright flash that made you and Naoya freeze instantly, eyes wide as both slowly turned over to the entrance, loathing all of the implications this moment provided, completely petrified when realizing it was much, much worse than anything you imagined.
For standing by the door frame, stood the culprits behind it all, the last people you wanted to know of your relationship with Naoya: Gojo and Getoâthe latter holding the newest bane of your existence, and the former with his mouth agape, eventually letting out a loud shriek that snapped the two out of trance.
âWait, Satoru, SuguruâItâs notâItâs not what you think!!â You scrambled to control the situation, to no avail, for it was exactly what they thought!
The same information that had them running into the hallways and heading to God knows where, certainly not to keep this secret hidden from the world.
It was only a matter of time before the whole school knew, especially if there was a photo involved! And after that happens, you and Naoya would be forced to give out explanations to everyone that dared ask. If fate found it to be merciful on you, then the only problems you'll have will come through your friends.
If not⌠then itâd also be a matter of dealing with his and your family as well.
The mere thought of it sends shivers through your spineâmind scurrying to envision all kinds of scenarios possible.
âDo you think theyâllâtheyâll take me out from school?â you fretted. Naoya swallows, unsure.
Guess both will have to wait and see what the future has unwittingly prepared for the twoâuntil then, youâd prepare the speech youâll inevitably give your parents and his in hope of defending your relationship.
âŚ
Or at least, the possibility of remaining in contact with Naoya, if settling for the worst.
I realized that I wrote Naoya doing 1000 things for Y/N. But in my defense, Naoya is the type to give you good things and you're the type to give him good times? If that makes sense. I mean, he has a lot of money, and you're actually allowed to live a normal human life so, complementing each other!!! hahaha
Anyways, what a shocker. Who would've guessed that high school bullies Gojo and Geto were to find out you were dating Naoya first? UGH HAHHAAHHA It was only a matter of time tbh. Though I do fear for their life đđđđđđ
Well, since I love this concept so much be sure that I will write more about it. Or just about HS in general, agjkhasjkgas I love it đ
Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Can't wait to write the second part, the.... revelation and everything that will ensue. I wonder if they'll make it out of this alive? Who knows!! hehe.
Take care and hope to see you soon!!!
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Elysium
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x cryomancer!reader
Summary: After realizing her untimely feelings, Wednesday pushes you away, but the arrival of a certain dance proves that she may have made a fatal mistake in doing so.Â
Warnings:Â ooc!wednesday(??? i honestly canât tell), tyler galpin, babyâs first attempt at a recurring metaphor
Word count: 8k (...)
Notes: so...i donât completely hate this lol. shout out to the anon that requested this, i had fun with it! hope you enjoy<3
Masterlist |Â Part 1
Wednesday was happy to be alone.
Being alone was the most natural thing in the world. A necessity that she could never dream of giving up for anyone. Other, lesser human beings may have been social creatures, but not Wednesday. She found peace in solitude, happiness in the silence that came with self-induced isolation.
She was a solitary island surrounded by an ocean that she had no interest in ever exploring.
So in order to maintain her seclusion she built the walls around her island up so high that they obscured the sun and surrounded them with wooden spikes for anyone dumb enough to approach to impale themselves on for her entertainment.
The only people she would ever open up to was her family on the incredibly rare occasions that she allowed it, but other than that, no one was ever let inside. Her walls stood tall, strong, and impenetrable.
Of course, despite her best efforts to fend off intruders, there were always the occasional daredevils that liked to see how close they could get to the fire without being burned.
Enid, it seemed, was one of those people, brazenly ignoring her warnings and threats and advancing toward her barricade. Sheâll learn eventually, Wednesday supposed.
But never had she seen someone be so unbothered by her defenses until she met you.
Because you didnât try to approach or swim onto her shore, nor did you comment on the height of her walls or the myriad of weapons crowded around them.
No, you seemed happy to just float out in the open ocean and engage with her from there, utterly content to wait for her to come out to you instead of forcing the opposite.
It was odd. But Wednesday held that same opinion for you in general.
You were a peculiarity, different in a way she hadnât quite encountered before. Both because of your abilities and personality.
In Wednesdayâs opinion, your powers were something you had much too little pride in considering how versatile they truly were.
From the solid, nearly impervious walls you could build within seconds, to the various weapons you could makeâyour powers had many applications that Wednesday was more than happy to take advantage of when allowed.
(She had even seen you turn your arm into solid ice. Only once, and you could only make it to the middle of your bicep, but it was impressive, nonetheless. Certainly something she could find a use for in the future.)
And that wasnât even mentioning their practical everyday effects.
Wednesday had been told that her presence metaphorically chilled a room, but you did it literally without even meaning to. To the point where some classrooms had to turn the heat on early this year because of studentsâ complaints about your effects on the temperature.
Personality-wise, you were a bit warmer but not overwhelmingly so. You were friendly, but not overbearing as her roommate could often be. Positive, but not to the point where you lacked realism.
You were missing the innocence and naivete that most others your age immaturely grasped onto.Â
While you were still what she would classify as an optimist, it was apparent that the world had sunk its teeth into you and ripped away something fundamental.
Not enough to break your spirit, but enough for you to know what it truly meant to suffer.
And that gravity that you held, that perfect point of neutrality you maintained, made you more tolerable than anyone else in that prison of a school.
You were peculiar. Unlike anyone Wednesday had seen or met before. You held within you the most stunning mixture of warm and cold that sheâd ever seen, like a winterâs first sunrise.
You never offered up anything about yourself nor did you try to push her for any personal details. You simply did as she asked of you, helped her achieve her goals without asking for anything in return.
Whenever you were with her you seemed content to justâŚbe.
It was so atypical, so exceptionally strange that she couldnât help but keep you around. Couldnât stop her feet from traveling down that familiar woodland path that you would inevitably be sitting just off of.
Over days and weeks, she found herself stepping outside her walls and slowly inching toward the shoreline, feet traversing over the damp sand to get just the slightest bit closer to you. But for the most part, she was able to refrain from ever touching the water.
The Outreach Day incident was a turning point.
Wednesday wasnât sure why, but there was a fundamental paradigm shift in her relationship with you after that day.
She hadnât told you the horrors that befell Mary that night, but there were inklings of it. The spilled blood on the paper, the use of that same blood to sign her name at the bottom. She showed you that for a reason.
It was a warning of sorts. Not a show of power, but a display of what she was capable of.Â
And you didnât run, you accepted the letter and all its implications with a smile and possibly the sincerest thank you Wednesday had ever received in her life.
That specific night stuck with her for weeks afterward.
It felt like that was the point when she allowed herself to step off the firm ground of the shore and wade into uncharted waters with you.
The worst part was that she didnât even notice until the effects translated into physical symptoms.
The first was an irregularity in her heartbeat. An arrhythmia caused by the sight of your soft, crooked smile.
It jolted her in the moment, but she wrote it off as a once-off, an anomaly. Until it happened again and then again and again, all while in your presence. And that wasnât the only thing.
There was a growing warmth in her chest that accompanied the thought of you, one powerful enough to combat your natural frigidity. And it seemed that when you were around her, the very air between you electrified, sending sparks up her veins.
Not to mention the subtle shortness of breath and nerves that persisted in your presence.
These instances didnât scare her, but they did draw her concern. She took note of all her symptoms and did as much research as she could, but there was no disease or sickness she could find that matched what she was experiencing.
That left the next most logical conclusionâsabotage. Considering all of these oddities happened when she was with you, that theory was somewhat plausible. But she had a hard time believing it.
Motive was the first thing that didnât add up. Why would you want to do this? And with such an ineffective method, it made no sense. What even was your methodology here? Poison?
Wednesday was a self-taught master of poisons. She had ingested nearly every toxin she was able to get her hands on to both study its effects firsthand and build an immunity. There was no poison on the planet that Wednesday wouldnât be able to identify in seconds, let alone any that would actually be able to incapacitate her, so that didnât track either.
There were other holes in this theory as well. The unusual electricity, for instance. Sure, your powers were elementally based, but you could only create and bend ice to your will, not electric currents.
And generally, she just found it hard to believe that you would do anything nefarious to her.
She decided she would push the issue to the back of her mind. It wasnât actively impeding her ability to function in any meaningful way, so it would wait until the current investigation was laid to rest, a mystery to be solved after the monster was found.
But everything finally clicked weeks later, when Eugene was guiding them to a cave pictured in a drawing she stole from Xavier, one of her current suspects.
Eugene was leading a few paces ahead while the two of you lingered behind, strides matching the others perfectly. He was going on about the insect life local to the area. Wednesday had little interest, but you indulged him, asking questions and listening with a smile.
She preferred to just listen to you both, stealing occasional glances at you while you laughed along with Eugene.
It was only when she caught herself pondering how well you would get along with her brother, how much Pugsley would enjoy the company of someone like you that the realization hit her with all the force of an incoming bullet train.
The âsymptomsâ sheâd been experiencing for the past months were not indicative of any kind of medical issue, but instead of something else. Something far, far worse.
For it was a sign that she had become a hypocrite, that she had gone off and done exactly what she swore to her mother she would never do. Just like that her world was turned upside down and she was left to reevaluate everything that she knew about herself.
She didnât realize she had stopped in the middle of the forest until you entered her direct line of sight, stepping in front of her with worried eyes.
âHey, are you alright?â
A harsh swallow and hard blink were all she needed to regain her bearings, but she still couldnât quite meet your eyes.
âIâm fine.â She walked past you, discarding the worried looks you were giving her.
The rest of the afternoon went without issue, even gathering a critical piece of DNA evidence from the monster, but the revelation weighed heavily on her from then until deep in the early hours of the morning.
Troubled, she lay awake, the resting shadows of Enid and Thing taunting her from their respective places in bed and atop her desk. But sleep was the furthest thing on her mind then, no matter how much she wished it was.
Instead, she was stuck replaying every moment that she had spent with you, wondering when and how she had wandered so far from the safety of her shore.
The water was up to her chest now, lapping at her chin roughly. You were there, encouraging her to swim out farther with you, but Wednesday was at a standstill.
She was in far too deep to ignore, and she had to choose between swimming back to shore now without you or risking you letting her drown beneath the tempestuous waves. And as tempting as your invitation was, Wednesday had to choose the option she knew guaranteed her safety.
So the next day, for the first time since she had stepped foot in the forest, Wednesday avoided the familiar path that led to you.
Both to and from, she walked the opposite side of the woods, the unfamiliar trees doing little to assuage the harsh stinging in her chest.
You approached her about it after classes the next day, confusion and curiosity abound, but she forced herself to keep walking. Even as your words died and your face fell, she kept one steady foot in front of the other until she made it back to her dorm.
Wednesday preferred to be alone, it was the optimal state of being in her mind. Without the burden of othersâ emotions and weaknesses, she was free to do whatever she pleased. But that wasnât what it felt like now.
Instead, the lack of your presence felt like a burden and weighed down on her like a thousand stones on her back every time she stepped into the woods without you. Sweat formed on her skin even in the brisk autumn breeze.
She found the world was far too warm without you near.
In truth, she wasnât sure what was worse, the sudden separation or the fact that you didnât even protest against it.
Though she avoided you in the woods, seeing you around school was inevitable. But even when you sat next to her in class, you never tried to confront her about her recent behavior. You justâŚaccepted it.
Anyone else would think that you didnât care, that you were unbothered by her absence but Wednesday knew better. She knew you.
She saw the way you walked the halls with downcast eyes, noticed the near-permanent sorrowful frown you wore wherever you went.
It was clear that you were affected by her decision but chose to do nothing about it.
For some reason, that bothered her nearly as much as the distance did. You werenât scared of her, so why were you acting like you were now? It made no sense.
Though she wouldnât be inclined to admit it aloud, you were powerful. Between the nature of your powers and your near-perfect control over them, you were more than capable of demanding answers if you really wanted to. And yet you didnât.
It nagged at her during the day, incessantly whispered in her ear at night, keeping her awake.
She was half-tempted to ask. The part of her that cared for you latched onto it, wanting any excuse to see you and be near you again.
But she didnât. Because she made her choice.
Wednesday was back to being alone, safe on the desolate shores of her island with her stark walls, and she would have to learn to accept it once again.
-
A considerable amount had happened over the span of a week.
In terms of her case, Xavier had officially been promoted to prime suspect. Meaning that she had been sneaking around him to gather evidence for the better part of the week.
She had to relocate her crime board to the Hummerâs shed because of Enidâs impossibly weak stomach, and somehow, one of the largest thorns in her side was the imminent arrival of the schoolâs yearly danceâthe Raveân.
An event both you and she initially decided not to attend in order to further your investigative efforts butâŚcircumstances changed.
She very nearly had to go with Xavier. An attempt to raid his personal art shed ended with him finding her there and, to cover her tracks, she was forced to ask him to the dance. But after getting caught inside his art shed only days later, that disaster was thankfully called off.
At least she successfully managed to do what she went there for in the first placeâsteal something with his DNA.
Now, she was trying to convince the stubborn sheriff to run both the claw and the cloth with Xavierâs blood then cross-reference the DNA to see if they matched, but of course, he refused.
The possible answer to her mystery was a hairâs width away and the only thing holding her back was the oversized ego of an old man. Typical.
Just as she was about to walk out, he agreed to run her evidence, and for the first time in seven days, she felt like she could breathe. Finally, after months of chasing this mystery, concrete answers were on the horizon. It was a refreshing change of pace.
(There was only one thing missingâŚ)
Wednesday walked out of the sheriffâs office with only the forming hypothesis about her suspect to keep her company.
Thing refused to come with her. He had been far less cooperative since sheâd started avoiding you and as annoying as his moods could be, she knew she deserved it, so she let him rebel.
As long as he still assisted her in her investigation when needed, he could do whatever he wanted.
Against her better judgment, she wondered if he was with you. He had immediately taken a liking to you, always trying to rope you into his elaborate schemes when she brought you to her dorm to aid in her research efforts.
So it wouldnât be implausible to assume that he had been in contact with you since she had cut you off. She wondered if he knew how you were doing. If he would actually tell her if she asked.
After what sheâd done, she wondered if she even deserved to know.
âHey, Wednesday, wait up!â
She paused, annoyance already coursing through her veins because she knew that voice. Turning, she was met with the sight of Tyler Galpin jogging over to her from across the street.
A mixture of annoyance and unease coursed through her. She was tempted to just leaveâdealing with one Galpin had already drained her limited patienceâbut the inherent intrigue kept her in place.
Tyler was an enigma to her, a contradiction that was made all the more interesting when put in contrast to his father.
Sheriff Donovan Galpin was a dogmatic, stubborn prick at the best of times. Truly one of the most inherently irritating men Wednesday had ever had the misfortune of interacting with.Â
But he was a genuine man.
He was passionate about his job, upfront about what he wanted, and he didnât let anything stop him from finding answers, not even when told to stand down by the mayor himself. In a sense, it was something Wednesday respected about him.
Tyler was the opposite, all counterfeit charm and synthetic smiles for no outwardly apparent reason.
Wednesday didnât like him. He was only kept around because he was a useful source of information. Having lived in Jericho his whole life, he knew things about the town that she didnât, but he was still justâŚoff.
She couldnât explain it, even with her extraordinary diction.
Something about him just caused an innate, negative alchemical reaction within her. He set off her intrinsic alarm bells whenever he was near, like he was the culprit of a terrible (not in the good way) crime that she just couldnât prove.
Instinctively, she thought back to the observation you offered when she asked your opinion of the boy.
âHeâs justâŚweird, yâknow?â you said, eyes glued to the birds flying between the branches overhead, admiring them as you both walked down the familiar woodland path.Â
âItâs like heâs wearing the skin of the perfect small-town boy next door. Heâs perfected the shy dialogue and sunny personality, but he hasnât quite gotten the movements and mannerisms down.â
It made her tense, already perfect posture straightening up even more as he rounded her and slowed to a stop a few feet in front of her, effectively blocking her way.
âHey,â he grinned. âI wasnât expecting to see you in town. What are you doing?â
âRunning errands,â she answered tersely.
âOh? Shopping for a certain dance perhaps?â
She gritted her teeth at the mention of the event. âWeâve interacted enough for you to know that I have no interest in frivolous school events.â
âRight,â he chuckled, awkward. âWell, hopefully, this one isnât completely off the table.â
Wednesday had no qualms against squashing the hope in his voice. âIt is.â She sidestepped and tried to leave but he blocked her once more.
âWait, I need to ask you something.â
âTyler, I have neither the time nor the interest for your inquiries right now.â She tried to move past him, but he grabbed her shoulder to stop her, grip a bit too tight.
Immediately, she ripped herself out of his grasp and gave him a glare so sharp it couldâve cut him in two.
Tyler put his hands up, sounding genuine when he said, âSorry, I shouldnât have grabbed you like that, I know. I just⌠Please, just hear me out.â
She continued to glare, but it was clear he wasnât going to leave her alone about this. Wednesday sighed, jaw clenched tight. âFine. Hurry up.â
âI wasâŚwell, I was just wondering ifââ
He cut himself off with a cough. Wednesday exhaled sharply.
âSpit it out, Tyler.â
ââŚDo you maybe wanna go to the Raveân with me?â he asked, bringing his hand to scratch his neck in a gesture of nervousness that wasnât quite convincing enough. Your words echoed in her mind, and she couldnât help but realize how right you were.
She narrowed her eyes, the no just about to slip off her tongue but she bit it back at the last second and looked at himâreally looked at him.
His artificial boyish grin was present, stiff pseudo-withdrawn posture accompanying it. But his eyes were different.
Usually, they were unreadable, vacant of any of the emotion injected into his voice, but not now. Now, she could see the echoes of an unspecified emotion creeping just along the edges of his irises.
There was something lurking within the shadows of his eyes, something that even Wednesday couldnât quite decipher.
It unsettled her, enough for her to change her plans on the spot.
âFine. Pick me up at 8. If youâre late, Iâll have Thing remove one of your fingers.â
She didnât bother waiting for a response, promptly moving past him and around the corner the moment she was finished speaking and maintaining that speed until she was halfway through her new forest path back to Nevermore.
Once she passed the marker of her halfway point, she finally slowed and allowed herself to process what she had seen.
What was that?
Sure, she had thought that something with Tyler was off, but this was her first time seeing an inkling of something genuinely sinister. Could it have some deeper meaning? Could she have been putting her focus on the wrong person for the past few weeks?
She brushed her mild shock aside and took the next logical step in her processâmentally categorizing and contrasting her two suspects.
Xavier had been within close proximity both times she had encountered the monster, at the festival and in the forest with you on Outreach Day. Additionally, he had those suspicious scratch marks on his neck, and though he said they were from a painting of the beast brought to life, that could very well be a lie.
But Tylerâs whereabouts in both of those instances were unknown, so in theory, he could have been there as well. For all she knew, he could be an outcast of some sort as well.
Wednesday sighed, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on.
Looked like she would be attending the dance after all.
-
The night of the Raveân came far too quickly for Wednesdayâs liking.
She was sitting on her bed, squirming uncomfortably in the dress Thing stole for her as she awaited Tylerâs arrival. The sentient hand had already gone off to the dance, under explicit instruction to monitor Xavier for her while she observed Tyler for the night, which he thankfully agreed to without protest.
Enid was also long gone, thankfully. She would already have to deal with her at the dance itself, so she was grateful to have some time to prepare without her roommates squealing.
8 pm rolled around and with it came a knock on her door.
He was technically thirty-seven seconds late, but she wasnât about to throw away an ample opportunity such as this over that. (Though she would at least think about going through with her threat. Thing would be more than happy to add another finger to his collection.)
With a quiet sigh, she stood and pulled the door open to reveal her companion for what would undoubtedly be a hellish evening.
Tyler looked up when the door opened, a big grin creeping onto his face when he saw her.
âW-Wow, you lookâŚamazing,â he stuttered out, eyes void of the wonder in his voice. Wednesday hummed, running her eyes over his outfit.
Plain white button-up, blazer, slacks, and dress shoes. Following the dress code to the letter. Disappointing.
âYou look passable,â she said plainly, moving to stride past him. âLetâs go. Even âfashionably lateâ has its limits.â
Without bothering to wait for him, she marched onward out of her dorm, leaving Tyler scrambling to catch up behind her.Â
She wasnât sure where exactly the dance was being held, but it was a nonissue. All she needed to do was allow the obnoxiously loud music to guide her way, like a North star.
Unsurprisingly, that worked and before she knew it, they were walking through the entrance, adorned with lights and sequins, and stepping into the event proper.
She took a cursory glance around the room as she entered, and she had to give the decorating committee a bit of credit because the place was not hideous. The flashing lights and nauseating amounts of glittery dĂŠcor were heinous, but at least there appeared to be a theme present.
Onyx eyes found you instantly, drawn to you like magnets, and she froze in place. Tyler stopped a few paces ahead of her, giving her a weird look but she paid no attention to him.
There were many other eyes on her as well, but she ignored them just the same, instead focused on two things.
First, not only were you here despite saying you had no plans to attend but you were also dressed from head to toe in black. Just as she was.Â
And while you werenât the only person not following the assigned dress codeâshe was particularly happy to see both Bianca and Enid forgoing itâyou still stood out to her far more than the others.
You had forsaken the theme in a way that no one else had. No one besides her, that is.
And second, you were with Eugene.
He was there next to you, smiling and laughing in tandem with you as you talked about god knew what. Her chest tightened and burned with an unfamiliar emotion.
Now, logically Wednesday knew that you had no feelings beyond friendship for the boy, considering both his age and the fact that, to her knowledge, you had only spoken to him a handful of times. But it didnât matter.
Eugene could be replaced with any other faceless student, and she suspected she would still be upset to see you here with someone else. (In her color, nonetheless.)
As if you could sense her gaze, you looked over toward the entrance where she stood, and you stilled instantly, reflecting her own reaction.
Your smile waned, as did whatever sentence you had been in the middle of, and the shock that painted your expression turned to hurt when your eyes traveled to the boy she walked in with.
Even from across the room, Wednesday could see frost building on the glass in your hand, and she yearned to know what was upsetting you so greatly that you were losing control of your powers. Was it just her mere presence here? Or Tylerâs? A mixture of both?
Before she could properly react, Enid bounded up to her, clapping her hands excitedly. âO-M-G, I love the look! I canât believe you actually showed up.â
âNeither can I,â she muttered with distaste. Her eyes wandered over Enidâs shoulder to where you were and found that you were no longer looking at her, but instead back at Eugene.
You looked upset, the happiness you radiated only moments ago long gone, and she hated to think that she was the possible cause. Eugene appeared to be consoling you about something. Wednesday itched to go over and ask you herself.
Enid followed her eyes, her smile dropping a bit. âYeah, you guys are totally matching. I thought it mightâve been coordinated butâŚâ She gave Tyler an unimpressed once-over. âI guess I overestimated your taste.â
Wednesdayâs brows raised, focus darting back to Enid. The corner of her lips twitched. Maybe she was beginning to rub off on her chipper roommate.
Again, Wednesday peered over her shoulder and this time found Lucas. When their eyes met, he waved at her nervously, his posture noticeably stiffening as he lingered at the table behind Enid.Â
The realization hit and any traces of a smile were gone instantly.
âWell, I suppose I could say the same about you, Sinclair,â she drawled, sending Lucas a pointed look.
Enid grimaced, sending him a sheepish glance. âItâs not what it looks like, I swear. Heâs trying to make his ex jealous and Iâm just trying to make Ajax jealous. Itâs a mutually beneficial temporary partnership, nothing more!â
That sounded immensely stupid to Wednesday, but she nodded anyway to placate the girl. âWell, if he does anything stupid, donât hesitate to inform me,â she looked back to the boy behind the werewolf, projecting her voice so he could hear. âI brought my pocket mace. The medieval kind.â
Lucas gulped loud enough to be heard over the music, but Enid just giggled.
âOf course. And if you need to ditch your âdateâ, just let me know.â She sent Tyler, who was speaking with Miss Thornhill, a half-hearted smile.
Suddenly, Enid gasped; eyes locked onto a certain gorgon quickly approaching from across the room.
âAjax is coming this way, I gotta go,â Enid hurriedly explained, going to grab Lucas. âTry to have some fun, Willa! Or as much as you can with that normie.â
Wednesday glowered at the nickname.
âHow many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that, Enid?â she called after the retreating girl, who only offered a wave in return.
Tyler, finally finished with whatever conversation he was having with her teacher, sidled up to her with his hands buried in his pockets. âSo, uhâŚwhat do you wanna do?â
Leave, she immediately thought but didnât say. She looked around for anything remotely interesting and when she found nothing, her eyes settled on the beverage table. She wasnât thirsty in the slightest, but it was something.
âIâll go get us drinks.â She only made it a step forward before she was blocked by an arm.
âAllow me,â Tyler remarked with that ever-irritating grin. âYou stay here.â
He straightened his blazer and sauntered toward the table, leaving her by herself.Â
Aggravation built in her chest, but she couldnât get worked up so early into the night, so she took a long breath and searched for an empty table.
Only a few seconds into her search, someone snagged her arm and pulled her off to the side. She whirled on them the moment they stopped moving, fist fully prepared to strike, and only halted her attack at the last second when she saw the culprit.
Xavier.
Maybe I shouldâve struck anyway, she mused idly. But aloud she said, âWhat do you want?â
âI canât believe youâre here with him,â he spat. The vitriol in his voice piqued her interest.
âWhy?â she asked. âDo you have history?â
He laughed, rough and humorless. âThatâs one way to put it.â
Wednesday crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows expectantly. After a moment, he obliged.
âYou remember that blank wall I was staring at on Outreach Day?â he asked.
She nodded.
âWell, last year Principal Weems asked that I paint a mural there to celebrate Outreach Day. I was there after dark finishing it up when Tyler and his asshole friends jumped me. They held me down and beat me up then ruined the painting and just left me there. It took weeks for me to recover.â
Wednesday would admit that she was taken aback. She knew Tyler was hiding something, but to find out that he had been responsible for something so violent was unexpected. Unexpected and incredibly valuable.
She was reminded of what Xavier said the day after the festival about Tyler not being who she thought he was. More and more, it was beginning to look like he had a point.
âAnd was that his first instance of violent behavior?â
âNo,â he said, âheâs been picking on outcasts for years. Only recently has he stopped because heâs âreformedâ or some bullshit. But I donât believe it. People like that rarely change.â
On that, they could both agree.
âIâm only here with him because heâs a suspect, like you. Nothing more, nothing less.â
Xavier didnât seem comforted by her words. He snorted, âWell at least Iâm not the only one youâre willing to use for your own gain.â
She rolled her eyes, not bothering to even respond to the comment. She assumed that to be the end of the conversation, but Xavier remained there, watching her.
He was waiting for something, she realized. Something that would never come.
âIâm not going to apologize for putting my investigation, and thus the safety of everyone in and around Jericho, over your fragile feelings, Xavier,â she said, slowly and succinctly. âSo if thatâs what youâre waiting for then donât bother further wasting your time.â
Xavierâs jaw clenched. âFine,â he gritted out, rueful, and stalked back over to his table.
Wednesday didnât bother watching him leave, still processing what he told her.
The revelation of Tylerâs violent past marinated in her mind. Seemed like she had a new prime suspect on her hands.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something crawl up onto the table next to her. She looked over and was greeted by Thing. He stood to attention; his stance was alert, but it was clear that he was still excited just to be there.
He even had a bowtie tied around his wrist for the occasion, one sheâd never seen before but it was a perfect fit.
âNice bowtie. Enid?â
He tapped out a confirmation.
âI figured,â she said, then got serious again. âIâm assuming you heard everything that was said?â
Another affirming tap.
âIt seems that Tyler is shaping up to be the real prime suspect, but I still want you to keep all five fingers on Xavier. I need to make sure all of my bases are covered, just in case.â
She looked around for her date and found him a few tables away, two drinks sat in front of him. Considering the weird looks he was shooting at Xavier; one could assume that he had seen their discussion. She sighed.
âI should get back before Tyler gets suspicious. Make sure to follow my instructions.â She gave him a look. Then, âSince I know this will be getting dull soon, you can feel free to trip however many people you want. Just make sure itâs within my sightline. I need as much amusement as I can get tonight.â
Thing perked up and gave her an excited thumbs up before scampering back off in Xavierâs direction, likely looking for his next victim along the way.
Once he was out of sight, she made her way over to Tyler, valiantly ignoring the questioning look he was giving her as she took a seat on the other side of the table.
Not one to be deterred, he asked, âWhat was that about?â
âNothing that concerns you,â came her easy answer.
âOh, uh ok,â Tyler stammered. He opened and closed his mouth a few more times (movements still just a bit too scripted to feel real) before sliding one of the cups over to her side of the table.
âI got us the drinks,â he offered, sounding more unsure than he seemed.
âThanks,â she deadpanned. The cup went untouched, however. She remembered what Xavier said about the punch being spiked, and she had no desire to be inebriated. Especially around Tyler.
Wednesday stared carefully at the boy across from her, watching and waiting for any more unnatural behaviors. But he got suddenly quiet, seeming to actively avoid her gaze, so she turned to survey the dance floor.
The lone black silhouette was easy to spot in a moving sea of white.
You were grinning harder than sheâd ever seen before, dancing energetically to a headache-inducing pop song with someoneâEugene, given the curly hair.
It was a mesmerizing sight, seeing you shed your usual reserved nature and be so unrepentantly joyful around so many others.
As she watched you dance and have fun with Eugene, she couldnât shake the feeling that she had made a grave mistake.
She thought back to your earlier reaction when she arrived at the dance, the hurt in your eyes when you saw Tyler. Under the assumption that it wasnât just a figment of her imagination, could that have been indicative of something?
The idea that you could be harboring feelings for her, mirroring her own current predicament, made her heart race uncomfortably.
If it was true, had she ruined her own chances by pushing you away?
Self-sabotage was an abstract concept to Wednesday. The idea that she would ever hinder her own road to success was laughable. Especially when people like Sheriff Galpin and Principal Weems were content to do that all on their own.
She had always taken what she perceived to be the most logical next step to get her closer to achieving her goals. And that was what she thought she was doing when she pushed you awayâeliminating a problem that stood in her way.
But now, being faced with the possibility that she had ruined what she had with you because of her own emotional ineptitude was staggering, inconceivable almost.
Wednesday ruminated over her motherâs parting words to her on her first day at Nevermore.
âYouâre a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way.â
Perhaps her mother held more wisdom than she was willing to give her credit for.
Her self-introspection was halted by Tyler.
âDoâŚyou wanna dance?â he asked, hesitant.
Her answer was immediate. âNo.â
Abruptly, someone on her left tripped, falling forward with a piercing squeal and a loud crash. Wednesday smirked. At least Thing was enjoying himself.
The song changed from one loud and irritating pop song to another, prompting more students to flood the dance floor.
Spotting you amongst the chaos was harder, but through a pocket between some students, she was able to catch a glimpse of your dark figure alongside Eugene as the tempo began to pick up.
Some other familiar faces were joining you now, including Enid and her normie not-date, Bianca, who seemingly came to her senses and ditched her date, and a few other people that Wednesday could vaguely remember from the Nightshadeâs library. Her lungs burned in her chest despite the abundance of air around her.
It was ironic, she thought, how she felt like she was drowning more now on dry land than she did when she was in the water.
Once again, her observations were interrupted, this time with an angry scoff.
Crossing her arms, Wednesday turned to Tyler, her agitation showing in her voice. âWhat?â
He released an incredulous laugh at her question, as if she was crazy for even asking.
âYou know, I donât get it, Wednesday. Youâve been distracted all night. First with that werewolf girl, then Xavier, then whoever,â he made an angry gesture in your direction, âthat is. What was the point of accepting my invitation if youâre not even going to have the decency to pay attention to me?â
Wednesday forced a sigh through her nose. He was right, but not for the reasons he thought.
She should be using this event to her advantage, taking this time to analyze the boy in front of her for the sake of her investigation. Yet her mind remained steadfast on the thought of you, eyes wanting to get just one more glimpse whenever they possibly could.
She couldnât begrudge him in his anger here; she knew that she was technically in the wrong, but she wasnât apologetic either. After all, there was still the chance that he was a serial killer.
A flash of black in her peripherals got her attention. Without turning her head, she looked and saw you heading toward the exit. Her breath stuttered, the urge to get up and follow you pulling painfully at her chest. And for a moment, she genuinely considered it.
In front of her, Tyler banged a fist on the table, successfully bringing her full attention back to him. âYouâre doing it again,â he growled out. His fist was clenched so hard that his knuckles were bone white.
The shadows crossed his eyes again, a flash of something malevolent making her dig her nails into her arms. Unflinching, she stared right back with raised brows, practically challenging him to do something, to confirm her rapidly increasing suspicions.
Unfortunately, he didnât. In the face of her challenge, he backed down and sat back in his chair, posture slumping over once more.
If he was the monster, then he was at least smart enough to pick his battles accordingly.
Wednesday glanced toward the exit again. She knew he was going to make her decide and though it should have been much harder to come up with an answer, she suspected that she had her mind made up from the start.
âChoose,â he demanded, barely loud enough to be heard over the blasting music. âMe orââ
She was on her feet before he could even finish.
Tylerâs shouts of protest went unacknowledged, her feet leading her in the same direction you went. On her way out, she caught Enidâs eyes.
Her roommate flashed her a smile and a thumbs up, to which Wednesday rolled her eyes. But deep down she was glad to have the encouragement. She would likely need it for what came next.
The music faded to a dull roar behind her as she exited the dance, scanning the outside hall for any sign of where you couldâve gone.
Turned out there was no need to search for you because you were right there, on the far side of the room. You were reclined on a bench with your back turned to her, leaning your head against the back of the bench with your eyes closed.
She approached as quietly as possible, her heart thumping so hard she wouldnât be surprised if it shattered her sternum.
Wednesday had never given much thought to the phrase âabsence makes the heart grow fonderâ before, thinking it to be a stupid and nauseatingly sappy sentiment. But the ache she felt in her very bones to be close to you again proved her incorrect.
The air chilled the nearer she got to you and the static electricity sparked along her skin. She welcomed both sensations with open arms.
Slowly, she rounded the bench and seated herself on the far side, leaving a generous amount of space between you and her in case you wanted it. With a breath, she broke the quiet.
âLeaving so soon?â
âTaking a break, actually,â you responded, not opening your eyes. âDancingâs a lot more tiring than it looks and itâs hard to take a breather when there are so many people in there. Too much body heat.â
You didnât say anything after that and neither did she. Because she wasnât entirely sure what to say if she was being honest.
Selfishly, she wanted you to just ask. Ask her why she shut you out, why she kept walking every time she saw you. She wanted to know that you, in some capacity, still cared about the work you were doing with her. That you wanted to regain the closeness that she had so swiftly taken away.
More than anything, she wanted to know that you might have missed her. Because she missed you, far more than she had any right to.
And when your voice finally pierced the silence, you did ask her a question, but not the one she wanted to hear.
âHowâs the investigation?â
âStill pending, but seminal progress has been made. The suspect list is narrowing steadily,â she informed, keeping her tone neutral.
âOh?â You raised a brow in her direction. You looked like you wanted to question her further but didnât. She told you anyway.
âMy main suspects at the moment are Xavier and Tyler. Thatâs why I allowed him to drag me to this horrific affair.â
âI see,â you said quietly. Then, with just a hint of teasing, âAnd are you having fun?â
She answered with an exasperated look. You looked away with an airy laugh, allowing the thrum of the music to encapsulate the space.
Again, she let the quiet linger to give you an opportunity to speak. She waited and waited but nothing came. It was driving her mad.
Finally, she cracked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
âWhy arenât you asking me why I suddenly left? Do you not wish to know?â
Your head dropped, a sad smile creeping onto your face. âNo, I just figured it would happen sooner or later. I would wear out my usefulness and you would leave me behind to continue on with your investigation by yourself. I guess it was inevitable.â
Your confession caught her off guard. It was odd to see someone so powerful think so little of themselves. She also noticed how it was now her investigation instead of both of yours.
The connotation made something curdle in Wednesdayâs stomach.
All at once, she found herself at an impasse. She wanted you to reach out and give her a sign. A sign that you still wanted to be associated with her. That you still felt somethingâanything for her. That maybe, just maybe you might want her.
But she also knew that it wasnât right for her to expect that of you. It was only fair that she, as the one that severed the connection, bridged the gap herself if she truly wanted to make things right.
And she did, she found. She wanted it more than anything.
The ache in her bones deepened and urged her to take that first step off the blistering sands and back into dauntingly unfamiliar waves.
âThatâs not why I did it.â
âHm?â you hummed, turning slightly in her direction. You still werenât looking at her, instead counting the dark frills on the end of her dress and it was bothering her. She clenched a fist.
âI didnât leave because you were no longer useful to me,â she said, carefully.
She was neck deep now. The final chance to turn back presented itself, but Wednesday let it pass and plunged her head beneath the water. One final leap of faith to reach you.
âI left you behind because I was developing feelings that far exceeded the bounds of a partnershipâŚor a friendship, for that matter,â she admitted, gripping the bench till her knuckles were white. âI thought that if I parted ways with you then they would disappear.â
It was quiet for a moment, the dull thrum of the music in the next room filling the space between.
Then, âHave they?â
âNo,â she admitted after a beat.
The air thickened and it made the simple act of breathing a challenge. Wednesday stayed still, eyes studying even the tiniest movements of your face. That made it easy to spot the beginnings of a smile on your face.
âGood.â
The stutter in her heartbeat returned. She swallowed roughly against the sudden dryness in her mouth. âGood?â
Your smile widened, and for the first time since she sat down beside you, you met her eyes. âYeah. Itâs nice to know that my feelings are reciprocated after months of uncertainty.â
It took a minute for the words to truly register. The electricity turned into rolling waves of thunder in her chest, raging a storm as her heartbeat picked up.
âYouâŚfeel the same?â
âOf course,â you said, softly. âHow couldnât I? Youâre the most riveting person Iâve ever met, Wednesday.â
Even if she could speak, she wouldnât know what to say to that. In lieu of a verbal answer, she stood and crossed the distance between you and her.
When she settled back down, she was much closer. So close she could feel the blessed cold of your skin against hers. She took a breath then slowly, tentatively, she rested her head on your shoulder.
Wednesday felt you stiffen under her, then relax again. A moment later, you settled your head on top of hers, your cheek nuzzling the crown of her head. That simple act alleviated the deep-seated ache within her.
Finally, she broke the surface of the water and regained her breath. Floating atop the restless sea with you at her side, helping keep her head above the wild waves. In that moment she felt ethereal and unafraid and free.
She would confront Tyler later, hopefully with you at her side once more. But for now, she wanted to maintain this closeness, this blissful weightlessness, and just be here with you for as long as the universe would allow.
#this could get 5 notes and i would still be ecstatic about writing something that i didn't find objectively terrible lmao#wednesday#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday addams x female reader#wednesday addams x you#wednesday addams imagine#jenna ortega
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okAYYYY so ive been planning this au for literally forever and i couldnt get white diamond satoru and black sapphire suguru out of my head... ive seen a couple other hnk x jjk aus floating around but i wanted to take a crack at it!! i'll just explain these three + the setting for now cuz theres a bunch of other shit brewing in my head LOLOL honestly hnk and jjk are pretty different themes-wise i feel so i couldnt rlly help changing a lot abt the world LMAO
in this au its not just a couple gems in the school, there's a bit more of a society and structure outside of it. there are still the three major "clans" though maybe more like major cliffs?? lol?? that the gems are formed in that produce a much higher frequency of strong, high quality gems. i imagine that before the idea of working together (modern jujutsu society) had come about, gems fought to have control of these spots to assure that they would have those to protect them from lunarians (aka curses we're playing a bit fast and loose here). while there were many attempts to merge the clans, the fighting was more a waste of time if anything, so they stayed separate. jujutsu high in this au would probably just be the school, a set of gems that are trained to always be ready to dispatch lunarians and protect tengen (who is the prayer machine here), who has basically been dormant.
and THATS where we get to white diamond. i wanna say while diamonds are p common irl, its rare here for there to be a fully formed diamond lustrous that actually has inclusions. while there have been extremely strong lustrous born from the gojo cliff, white diamond is the first diamond in several centuries, filling a vacancy after others had been taken away to the moon. not only that, he's got special eyes too!! im thinking he can see sunspots from far away, or maybe can tell artificial gems from real ones, like being able to see their inclusions or something. probably both!! either way he has to wear special blackout glasses during the day. his eyes are really reflective so he can work at night too, but that often leaves him restless.
white diamondâin his mind at leastâis untouchable, and really it may as well be true. due to the combat training that he's gone through and his hardness of 10, he has never sustained so much as a scratch. he had a tendency to break all of his sparring partners back home, and thus he feels he's hit a brick wall with his training, and that the only things that will come close to putting up a challenge are likely lunarians. he doesn't really care much for weaker gems at this point, and is eager to finally fight lunarians for once. eventually, he is sent off to the school to begin what he would call "actually worthwhile" training.
black sapphire, on the other hand, was born practically from nowhere, in a unremarkable place with little more than himself and a few other older gems that were around to help shape him. with a hardness of 9, he was the strongest among them andâafter his first dangerous encounter with lunariansâhe realized he had an obligation to protect the rest of them. his strength often leaves him feelings alienated, as he normally ends up working alone for fear of other being taken away. i wanna figure out how to incorporate his ct better but for now ill just keep thinking about it. for now, it was probably his strength that got his scouted and sent to the school.
boulder opal, or just opal, is in training as a doctor at the school, and shows extreme promise. her lax attitude reveals none of her medical prowess, especially when it comes to gems with missing pieces. she has a particularly good eye for finding missing shards, or finding pieces that she can replace missing shards with. there's nothing she can do if their inclusions reject the replacement, however. maybe she has a way of resonating with the other's inclusions to speed healing up on bigger points of damage?? idk ill figure it out
ANYWAYYY this is getting super long so i'll end this shortly BUT!!! basically, white diamond, with black sapphire (who he calls saph), and opal are all training under yaga sensei (idk what kind of gem he would be yet LOL). diamond, at first, sees opal and saph as weak, but quickly realizes they have their own feats. saph in particular is the first lustrous that has ever made sparring fun, because while he's less durable his combat skills make up for it tenfold. maybe black sapphire is the first to ever leave a break on white diamond who knows... opal is probably always having to put the two back together. theyve never lost to a lunarian before, and have certainly never come close to being taken to the moon. these two are the strongest together, and each finally feel like they have a place to belong.
alsooo..... they do get a mission to escort a "star plasma vessel" of sorts. tengen slowly erodes over the years and needs a compatible lustrous to replace their missing pieces. boleite (riko) happens to be that gem, and diamond and saph need to escort her.... lmaoaoao now i have to design riko, toji and kuroi...
#hnk x jjk au#that will be the tag for all this i guess LOL#i do plan to design yuji and the rest!! and explain all of the rest of my thoughts#i rlly wanna get into the changes ive had to make to lunarians and their relation to tengen and gems.. its way different from hnk i cant li#either way im super excited to flesh out more of this!! sorry its so long what the hell#honestly im particularly excited to explore admirabilis mahito lolol...#also i didnt know where to put this but maybe yaga makes cursed corpses out of discarded gem pieces LOL#geto suguru#gojo satoru#shoko ieiri#sashisu#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jujutsu kaisen crossover#houseki no kuni#houseki no kuni fanart#hnk#hnk fanart#land of the lustrous
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Animals
pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader
word count: 3.5k
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering, spanking, slight daddy kink, teensy bit of spit play, cussing⌠nickleback. (let me know if i missed any)
a/n: alright, so this is the very first smut i've ever written, please bear with me. if you didn't know by the title, this was heavily inspired by the song Animals by Nickleback (its basically the song in fic format lol). a huge thank you and shout out to @dannyandthekiszkas because without them, i would not have been inspired to write this, and they also helped me edit (literally thank you so much). another thank you to @malany-gvf for giving feedback and advice.
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Your palms were sweaty and shaking with excitement while you tried to work the latch on your window open quietly. The light in the hallway outside your room went off only a few minutes ago, signaling that your parents had just gone to bed, but you couldnât wait any longer. You had received a text from Jake about twenty minutes prior that he was on his way to pick you up.
Jake wasnât your boyfriend, but he also wasnât just a friend. The two of you had found yourselves in a limbo between friendship and something else. Simply put, you were friends with benefits. And boy were the benefits good. So good that you couldnât resist sneaking out of your parents house to hook up with the one guy they always hated you being around. Even though you were in your early twenties, your parents stuck with the same rule; if you live under their roof, you play by their rules.
To be fair, they didnât have many rules, they knew you were an adult capable of making your own decisions. But the one rule they did have was that they didnât want you hanging around Jake. Ever since high school they believed him to be a bad influence and nothing but trouble all because he convinced you to skip one class with him one time. You could admit they werenât wrong, but thatâs what made him so enticing.
It wasnât until one drunken night out at a bar with your friend group that things came to a head with Jake. He offered to drive you home and the two of you wound up parked out by the train tracks. Under the coverage of a few trees you found yourself in compromising positions in his backseat.
Since then you couldnât get enough of each other. Any time you were around one another it almost always led to sex. Eventually you would plan days to meet up so the two of you could go back to that place by the tracks and fuck in his backseat. But for the past few weeks that wasnât an option. Jake had gotten his license suspended for the copious amounts of speeding and reckless driving tickets he had obtained, so when he texted you earlier in the day about getting his license back the conversation quickly turned into making plans for him to pick you up.
And that is what led to you sneaking out of your window in the night like you were a teenager. Eventually you were able to flip the latch open slow enough that no sound was made, as it was normally terribly squeaky, and carefully slide the glass pane up to climb out of the window. Throwing one leg after the other, you landed outside of your room in the bushes that lined the outside of your house, huffing out a few curses as the scratchy leaves caught your legs.
You edged along the wall to the opening near the corner of the house, spotting Jakeâs black truck roll down your street, headlights off. He mustâve been watching for you by the way the passenger door opened, waiting for your arrival. As you made your way out of the bushes a wicked grin tore across your face at the thought of what was to come in a mere matter of seconds.
You ran towards his truck to not be seen, jumping in the open passenger seat and quickly shutting the door behind you. In an instant his hands were on you, gripping your waist, and the back of your neck to pull you into a heated kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, licking the roof of it in a swift motion and earning a moan from your lips. You squeezed his thigh with the hand that rested there, your other hand tangled in his long chestnut hair.
His mouth began trailing sloppy, open mouthed kisses from your mouth down to your collarbone, sucking on the hollow point there before following it with a quick nip of his teeth. As his tongue flattened out to soothe the skin, you trailed your hand up higher on his thigh until it came in contact with his clothed bulge, palming him lightly through his jeans. Jake huffed out a laugh at the contact of your hand on his growing erection.
âEasy there, we still gotta make it out to the tracks.â He lifted his face from your neck to look at you, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in close to your ear, breath falling hot and heavy against your skin.
âWouldnât wanna fuck you in front of your house where your parents and neighbors might see.â
His teeth sunk into your earlobe quickly before pulling away and sliding over into the driverâs seat. You followed his moments and slid over to sit in the middle seat next to him. He turned to you with a wicked grin and a wild glint in his eyes.
âMight wanna put that seatbelt on, baby.â
You had barely clicked the metal in place when Jake slammed on the gas causing the tires to spin and squeal against the black asphalt of your street. You hoped that neither your neighbors nor your parents would pay the sound any mind as you sped down the road.
âJake! That was stupid! What if my parents came out? They know what your truck looks like!â You hit his chest lightly with the back of your left hand as you scolded him.
âRelax y/n. Theyâre not even gonna know youâre missing. Besides,â His voice dropped an octave as he continued in a husky voice, turning to look at you, âItâs been far too long since Iâve fucked that pretty pussy in my backseat.â
It was like his words had flipped a switch in your brain as he turned back to face the road. You turned your body into his side, running your hand up and down the inside of his thigh with feather light pressure.
Your left hand came up to brush his hair away from his neck, slowly placing a few open-mouthed kisses from the base of his neck up to the spot just below his ear. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning slightly white. In the sweetest voice you could muster you leaned in to let your lips ghost the shell of his ear as you spoke.
âAw, you think my pussy is pretty?â You gave a small lick to the outside of his ear following it with a light blow of air. The pressure of your hand on Jakeâs thigh increased, trailing back up to palm him again.
He let out a breathy groan as your hand began to work him over at a teasing pace before running the length of his thigh again. Your lips went back to his neck, slowly trailing back down towards his clavicle, nipping and sucking on the way.
âCâmon, donât tease me like this.â Jake sighed, gripping the wheel tighter once more and resting his head back against the headrest exposing more of his neck to your hungry lips. You grinned against his warm skin before licking a slow stripe back up to his ear.
âWho said I was teasing you?â You spoke against his ear again as you slid your hand back up his crotch to the button on his jeans, popping it open. You pulled the zipper down slowly before reaching underneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap your hand around his base, giving him a light squeeze.
Jakeâs foot pressed down on the gas at your action, the truck accelerating quickly before slowing back down. A grin danced onto your face at his reaction as you brought your hand up to your mouth. You licked from your palm up to your fingertips making sure to give Jake a good show.
Wrapping your hand around him again, your hand drew up and down his length, pumping him at a steady pace. âCareful Jakey, you donât wanna get another ticket. You just got that license back.â You teased in his ear as your hand stroked him, base to tip, gripping him tighter on the way up. Once again sending the truck lurching forward.
You chuckled lightly at the power you held over him in this moment. Jake caught on to your enjoyment and took his foot off of the gas. The truck slowed down as he grinned wildly at you, maintaining an antagonizing slow speed.
âLetâs see how fast you wanna go, princess.â Your fun had quickly ended, realizing he fully intended to keep this same speed until you gave him what he wanted. While you would have loved to torture him more, your own need had only been growing. As your hand picked up speed and pressure, so did the truck, and after a minute or two, Jake was back to driving at full speed, your hand working him over.
It was taking everything in him to keep his hands on the wheel and steady as you stroked him faster and harder. A particular flick of your hand over his head sent the truck flying over the dividing line and onto the other side of the road. Jake jerked the wheel back to the right, guiding the vehicle into the correct lane with a hushed, âFuckâ under his breath. Deciding to test his limits even further, you leaned down hovering your mouth just above the tip before swirling your tongue softly around the head.
âFuck, y/n.â
You felt the truck accelerate again, Jake sucking in a breath and gently pulling your hair out of your face to watch you. You let a trail of spit fall slowly from your mouth onto his dick before catching it with your tongue as it slid down his shaft. You licked back up to the tip to wrap your lips around him finally. Jakeâs grip on your hair tightened as a groan tore through his chest at the lewd display you put on for him.
Your mouth sunk down on him, the tip lightly nudging the back of your throat before easing up and repeating the motion, taking in less of him than the first time. Bobbing up and down along his length, you could feel the arousal pooling between your legs, your aching need for relief increasing. You squeezed your thighs together tighter hoping to create some friction while continuing to pump your hand over what didnât fit in your mouth. Jakeâs frequent groans and curses flying out through his clenched teeth spurred you on more.
âYeah, just like that, baby. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.â A light moan slipped from your throat sending vibrations around his dick. You rubbed your thighs together again, making your arousal known and applied more pressure with your hand.
âYou like that? Like when I talk dirty to you?â You did your best to nod, but Jake didnât seem satisfied with the notion.
âCâmon angel, use your words.â
You could hear the smugness in his voice mocking you. You tried your best to answer âyesâ around his dick, but it came out as choked, and muffled vibrations.
âSorry, I didnât quite catch that?â His hand in your hair gripped tighter, tugging at the roots and you could practically hear the smirk on his face. âDidnât anyone ever tell you not to speak with a full mouth?â He chastised, and you couldnât stop the moan that flew from your chest at his rough and cocky voice.
The sensation of your mouth vibrating around him threatened to send him over the edge, muscles twitching causing him to swerve off road a little. His hand left your hair, pulling on the steering wheel to avoid wrecking in the ditch on the side of the road. You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting from the head to your bottom lip as the truck jerked around violently.
âShit. Fuck.â Jake took a deep breath regaining control of the vehicle once again and began accelerating faster, eager to reach your destination.
Your hand returned to its previous state, easily sliding up and down his length due to your spit coating him thoroughly. Looking around you recognized that you were quickly approaching the spot out by the tracks. Jake laid on the gas harder, sending the speedometer well over 80 miles an hour.
âSomeoneâs eager.â You quipped once again, causing his body to shudder at the added stimulation of your breath against his ear.
âShut up.â He huffed with a laugh keeping his eyes locked on the road so as to not miss the turn that was coming up. He pulled off onto the road that led to the tracks, and found the hidden spot tucked away behind a the trees.
You began to move your body as he parked, positioning yourself at an angle that would allow your right leg to cross over his hips to straddle him when he stopped your movements.
His right hand grabbed your chin while his left pushed your leg back down. âAh-ah, not tonight. Not after all the teasing and getting me so worked up that I almost wreck my truck.â His mouth crackled in a sly smile, flashing a portion of his teeth. âGet in the back.â You shivered involuntarily at his gruff demand, excitement burning in your chest and between your legs.
He pulled your face closer to his, thumb running the length of your bottom lip, his tongue following after in a slow, languid swipe. Before pulling away completely, he pulled your lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to border the line between pain and pleasure earning a gasp from your throat. He shot you a wink before speaking again. âBetter get back there, baby. Youâve toyed with me enough tonight, I think itâs time you got yours.â
His left palm came down on the outside of your right thigh, a loud crack sounding in the small space. You let out another gasp as you winced slightly before a grin settled on your face, Jake grinning back at you. You shifted over to the passenger side of the truck to pull the center console down before climbing over it into the backseat. Just as you were making your way over the console, you felt Jakeâs hand slap against your left cheek, igniting a fire in your core at the feeling of the sting his hand left behind.
He was right behind you climbing in the back seat and sitting in the middle. Once again you moved to straddle him as he settled, but Jake clearly had other plans, stopping your movements to hook his index fingers into the top of your shorts. You lifted your hips off the seat to allow him to pull them and your underwear down in one swipe. His right hand rested on your ankle while the left gripped your hip. Slowly he ran his fingers up your calf to your thigh where he gently spread your legs open to him. A teasing smirk played on his lips as his eyes landed on your dripping core.
âTell me, Princess,â His index and middle fingers trailed lightly up your slit to your clit, gathering the wetness that had pooled there. âDo you taste as sweet as I remember?â
He held his fingers up between you, your slick glistening on them in the faded moonlight. âOpen.â He instructed, tone firm. You obeyed and opened your mouth allowing his fingers to rest against your tongue. You closed your lips and hummed around his fingers, licking and sucking yourself off of him. He watched through half-lidded eyes in awe, lips parted and pulled into a light grin.
He slowly pulled his fingers from your closed lips, watching as they slid out. âThatâs what I thought. Are you gonna be a good girl and lean over the console so I can have a taste?â You gave a silent nod in reply.
âUse your words, baby.â
âY-yes.â You stuttered out with another nod. You got up to stand between his legs that were spread open across from the console.
âYes what?â
His hands rubbed the outside of your bare thighs while you leaned over the black leather of the console laying your head on your crossed arms.
âYes, daddy.â You cooed, earning a groan from Jake. His right hand came down on your ass once again, harder than the last making your walls flutter. Jake soothed the red mark on your ass by softly running his hand over the stinging flesh, his dick growing harder at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing.
Not being able to resist any longer, he leaned forward, tongue meeting your swollen lips in a quick lick before blowing lightly. Your eyes rolled back and your body shuddered at the sensation his cool breath provided to your heated core.
âJust as sweet as I remember.â He hummed into the open air.
His tongue dove back between your folds, teasing your entrance before pulling away once again. You heard a sound akin to spitting just before his wet fingers found purchase on your clit, drawing tight circles. You had barely registered the way his fingers worked your clit when his tongue ran through your parted slit. His tongue danced around your entrance teasingly before sliding in fully.
You could feel the imaginary band begin to tighten, head fuzzy and legs shaking as Jake continued to fuck you with his tongue, fingers rubbing against your clit. Your breath was hot and labored against the cool leather of the console underneath your upper half. Moans and curses flew from your mouth, quickly approaching your climax.
Jake withdrew his tongue from you to replace it with his middle and ring fingers, stretching you further. A gasp caught in your throat quickly cut off by a breathy, âFuck Jake,â leaving your mouth. His fingers withdrew from you, earning another smack to your ass at the use of his name. He guided his tongue back up and down your dripping cunt.
âTry again, baby girl.â He mumbled against you, the added stimulation hurling you faster to your climax.
You opened your mouth to correct yourself, when you heard a noise come from outside the truck.
âWhat was that?â You whispered, reaching back to pull his hand away from you. Jake pulled away slightly to listen for what you heard, but it was silent.
âMustâve been the wind. No one knows where we are.â He returned his attention back to your pussy waving off whatever you heard.
Seconds later you heard a loud thud. Your head whipped up on instinct, looking straight out the windshield. Your heart dropped in your stomach, a lump forming in your throat, eyes wide, body rigid. âOH MY GOD!â Your hands flew behind you to push Jake away before he could question what happened.
âThatâs my dad outside the car! Oh my god.â You cried out in a hushed yell.
You hurriedly maneuvered your body back into a sitting position in the backseat while trying to stay hidden, hoping to god that your dad didnât actually see you. He was parked about thirty feet away, walking towards Jakeâs truck.
âShit.â Jake climbed back over the console you had just been laying against. You tried your best to put your underwear and shorts back on in your panic-stricken state as Jake made to get the two of you out of there.
âOh fuck me!â
âWhat?!â
âThe keys! Theyâre not in the ignition!â Jake looked around for them, patting the seats and his pockets before spotting them laying on the floorboard of the driverâs side.
âFound âem. They mustâve wound up on the floor while we were switchin our positions.â
He stuck the keys in the ignition as your dad approached closer to the vehicle. The engine came to life and Jake threw the truck in reverse creating more distance between the two of you and your dad. You stayed ducked down in the back seat as he turned the truck around and headed back out on the main road.
âHoly fucking shit! I am so dead!â You climbed back over the console as Jake sped in a direction you didnât recognize. You eyed him quizzically.
âJake, where are we going?â
âWell I canât take you back home. Obviously they knew you were missing. It would be suspicious if you showed up now.â He kept his eyes on the road, hand waving about as he talked. âIâll just sneak you into my house for the night and you can say you stayed over at Candiceâs house or something.â
âBut theyâll recognize your truck when you drop me off?â
âNot if I take my sisterâs car they wonât.â He threw a wink at you along with a knowing smirk speeding down the dark road.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments until Jake chuckled loudly to himself.
âWhatâs so funny?â You rolled your eyes, turning your body to face him, and pulling your legs up on the seat beside you to sit at an angle.
âSay your dad did see you,â He laughed lightly as he thought about what he was about to say,
âThink I could convince him it was your mouth I was kissing?â
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Bed Chem - C.S + Reader (Pt.1)
~⢠This is my first fan-fic writing ever, so its not gonna be perfect. I'm gonna try my best, bear with me lol. This is gonna be fluff and then go to smut later on throughout this series of short stories. They might come late because of school, but ill try to be frequent. This is based off of Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter!â¨â¤
[ Warnings!!! - This contains Fluff to Smut later on. Contains a little Language. This is an 18+ story! Names used: Princess, Daddy, and a few other things if I missed them. Contains: Fingering, Daddy kink, and other small things like that. Uses (y/n) ]
~⢠There may be a few Spelling and Grammar Errors as well as Repetition, but I'm gonna try my best to avoid that stuff.
Enjoy Girly's!â¨
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You and Nick have been best friends since high school. Ever since you moved to Boston, and that first day at school, you two bonded immediately.
You found it fascinating that he and his brothers were triplets, but you never really were attracted to any of them. And Nick was gay so it only left you to Matt and Chris, if you wanted.
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One day Nick texted you asking if you wanted to come hang out at his house. Of course you wanted to, you hadn't been doing anything that productive today and was infact bored. You texted him and stood up off your bed.
" What to wear, what to wear? " I tapped my chin. I look through my closet. I'll just settle for comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. The cute shorts were light blue with a white graffic T. I slip on my Uggs and head to the kitchen. I rummage through the cabinets looking for my Stanley. I take it down and walk to the fridge. I fill up my Stanley and grab the car keys of the counter.
I was eager to go to Nicks house, I haven't seen him all week. I also thought about how his brothers were gonna be there. I didn't know them as well as I did Nick, and hoped to get to know them better.
The drive comes to an end when you enter the driveway of the Triplets house. I park the car and get out. I walk up to the door anxiously. I ring the doorbell. After a few seconds I hear steps approaching the door. Nick opens it.
Nick - " Hey (y/n)! Come in. "
(Y/n) - " Hey Nick, its so good to see you, I've missed you so much. "
Nick - " Me too, come sit on the couch so we can chat. "
He leads you over to the couch and you both sit down on the plush sofa. You look around the room. New pictures and decor fill the surrounding walls. The room feels lively and peaceful, like the perfect place to sit and chat.
(Y/n) - " This place looks nice, have you done more Home Improvement? "
Nick - " Yeah we did, Matt and Chris actually helped with most of it. "
(Y/n) - " Well, it looks really good. I can tell a lot of time and money has been spent on keeping It looking nice. "
A hour of catch up chat occurs. You and Nick catching up with each other in person. When the idea of you spending the night pops into his head.
Nick - " What do you think about spending the night? The sounds fun right? "
(Y/n) - " Yeah, that sounds fun! "
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It got late quick, and you end up settling in the guest bedroom. You hear the front door open and Chris and Matt walk in chatting kind of loudly. They had been hanging out with Nathan all day and just got home.
Chris - " He kept bitching to me about how bad I was, and that he is better, but he wasn't I literally 1v1'd him crazy. I coulda done it with my eyes closed. "
Matt - " Don't get too cocky Chris, he beat you more in the game than you shoulda allowed. "
Nick walks out of his room to the front door living room space where his brothers were loudly arguing about a Fortnite battle they just had. He glares at his brothers.
Nick - " Can you guys stop yelling and please shut the fuck up. (Y/n) is spending that night here, and you two storm in bitching and yelling and you woke me up, imagine her right now. "
I throw the sheet to the side and lift myself up. My legs go over the side of the bed and arise to a stand. I walk towards the door and softly open it. I walk to where the commotion is.
As you walk up, Chris immediately shuts up and looks at you. He looked at your body and face. You looked so attractive in that moment. Your hair slightly messy and clothes ruffled. His mind wandered, but he kept himself in line.
You noticed the way he looked at you and you got a little obsessed. The way he admired your body and features made you feel some sort of way you hadn't felt with other people.
Chris was wearing a white jacket with a matching white beanie. He looked hot. You didn't know him well, but damn, he was hot. You and Chris got a little too distracted looking at each other, that you didn't realize Nick and Matt trying to snap you both out of this love like trance you were both in.
Nick - " Chris, (Y/n), hello? Get a room already! Chris is drooling over you. "
You turn and look at Nick, breaking the eye contact with Chris.
(Y/n) - " My bad, Imma go back to bed. "
You turn and walk back to the guest room, still not taking your mind off of the moment you just had with Chris. It was strange, you didn't know him, but you felt like you did. You felt like you knew him your whole life and were very similar.
I get into bed and lay down, drifting to sleep once again.
In the middle of the night you get up to go get some water, expecting everyone to be asleep.
The room was dark, so I just instinctively went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I backed up to turn and walk back to my room, but bumped into something. Not something, someone.
I jump slightly in shock and gasp. I turn and see Chris standing there smirking down at me.
Chris - " Hey princess, getting water to hydrate those pretty lips? I could hydrate them another way, just saying. "
He bends down to get eye level with you. He leans closer to your face. You can feel his warm breath on your collarbone and face. He leans into your ear.
Chris - " I could tell you, or I could show you, in my bed. "
He said that romantically, but kind of mysterious. You wanted to know what he was gonna do, but he was also looking very attractive tonight so you gave in.
Chris - " I knew you'd give in to me, no one can resist me. "
I look over at him. His veiny arms were looking extra fine tonight. The shadows of light illustrating the details on his arm. I could also see his muscle flexing and I couldn't tell if he was doing that on purpose or not.
He opens the door and closes and locks it. He turns and looks at me. I know what it means, I know what he wants.
(Y/n) - " You know if you wanted me this bad you could of asked. "
He doesn't say anything, instead he walks across the room to me in a few quick strides and picks me up with ease. He walk me over to his bed and throws me down but not hard.
Deep down you loved how he did this to you, he didn't hurt you, but he was rough with you. You admired him for this.
Chris - " Listen princess, I'm gonna make you feel good. I can feel chemistry between us, be freaky with me. Match my freak. I'll make you feel feelings you never have ever. Don't be nervous. You look gorgeous! "
He wastes no time and pulls down your shorts. He lifts your hips and fully takes off the shorts. He grins down at the warm spot in between your thighs. He slowly and agonizingly runs his fingers down your thighs. You feel the pressure and pleasure slowly build up.
You want his touch, you both know that. He runs his fingers over your clothed cunt. You wet more at the feeling of this.
(Y/n) - " Ple, Please Chris. Touch me. "
Chris - " Beg for it, and call me something other than Chris. Call me daddy, yes. Beg for daddy to touch you. Use your words. "
(Y/n) - " Please, please, please, touch me daddy. I'm gonna cum soon. Put your fingers inside me. "
You feel a knot in your stomach ready to be released. You are in the middle of an orgasm. You don't crave anything other than touch now. Specifically Chris's touch.
Chris - " Good girl, I like when you beg for me like that. "
He runs his fingers over your thighs and pulls your thong to the side. He rubs your swollen bud before putting a finger inside. Slowly back in forth before he adds a finger.
(Y/n) - " Yess, daddy that feels so good. I'm so close. "
You hold back a moan as Chris goes faster. As he goes in and out, you get more and more wetter riding out your orgasm. You are so close. The knot slowly releases. You cum all over his fingers.
Chris - " Good girl. You were very tight and nice for daddy. "
He licks your sweet juices off his fingers and grins down at you.
You both get a little tired and decide to go to sleep.
He turns you around and you both lay on your backs. You both fall asleep in each others arms.
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~⢠Hope you enjoyed!
~⢠Pt.2 will be coming soon! This story isn't that good and may be a little cringy, but after all this is my first fan-fic, and it is a SERIES so it will hopefully progress and get better down the line. I hope you enjoyed it. I tried to do a long story but not too long. Tell me if I should write longer stories. Requests are open!
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Hope your day is going well. Are you doing good? I love our talks.
But darling, I MUST know - what are some of your favourite fanfic tropes, especially when it comes to our dear Feysand? Any favourite fic recommendations? I'm chomping at the bit to know.
Until tomorrow, lovely.
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HELLO MY DEAR I'M GOOD HOW ARE YOU
Favorite tropes: canon divergence, role-reversal, shifters and monsters, all the goofy "what if you can't see color until you meet your soulmate"/"first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your body"/etc soulmate AUs, "missing scene" fics
OK SO FEYSAND FIC RECS TIME TO GUSH THE REAL GIFT IS TALKING ABOUT THESE FICS
Poltergeist Darling by @thesistersarcheron is the spooky gothic romance AU that speaks directly to my inner 12 year old self who just discovered Phantom of the Opera and had her entire world changed
You know when you're like "damn, that's a great idea for a fic, I hope someone writes it so I can read it"? That was me with The Thief and the Rake, I swear @popjunkie42 is living in my brain or something (and I know @annaskareninas ALSO has one that's in the tbr list I'm slowly making my way through!)
Tempt My Trouble by @whatishowedyouinthedark because come for the smut (lol pun unintended), stay for the caretaking and art museum heists. Also the scattering of little canon details in a modern mafia AU is just so clever and fun
Queen of Thieves by @the-lonelybarricade because I love AUs where Feyre is born fae but also this might be the hottest Rhys she's ever written??? I still think about that scene where Feyre falls asleep on Rhys's lap after dinner
And speaking of born fae AUs, To Steal A Bride of Spring by @yourstarsmyscars is another favorite of mine, with Feyre knowing a bit more about what's going on than ACOMAF, this is just one of those warm and fuzzy, "what if they didn't have to be so mean to each other?" fics that are so soothing to read
@foundress0fnothing is a legend for making the Pied Piper hot in whistles far and wee like the flute is such a deeply unsexy instrument it should not work but she's a witch and the fic is so good and Rhys is seductive af!!!!
Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met literally has EVERYTHING you could possibly ask for in a feysand fic. @climbthemountain2020 is serving swoony regency balls and dream conversations and fun OCs and Under the Mountain suspense, she is doing it ALL, it's insane just go read it
I re-read Spirit in Disguise by @witch-and-her-witcher the other day, and it's another one of those "huh I wish someone would write this AU, OH LOOK SOMEONE DID" fics because damn do I love anything where Feyre meets Rhys before he's High Lord, and all the worldbuilding and the way the plot just dovetails to seamlessly with the main Nessian fic it branches off from are so, so good
Hot for Teacher by @beesays goes SO HARD on the school setting, it's just delightful. The emails, the gossip, Feyre handing Superintendent Rhys his ass in front of everyone, it's like Abbott Elementary but better and also Feysand
There are a ton I'm probably forgetting, but I'm so bad about actually bookmarking things so I'll stop here so my night doesn't devolve into tracking down fics I only remember the plot of but not the title or the author!
everyone go leave all these authors nice comments on their fics!!!
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Amaiâs Week
I didnât even know until today that Amai had a week, thatâs how hard this game fell off. Anyway, boy do I have some criticisms.
1) We need that many ways to enter a building in a mission? Why? It ends the same no matter what. The mission is still linear.
2) The dialogue in this game is so stiff and not how people talk. Never played a Hitman mission where the target said âIâm going to be here at X time, doing Y thing, blah blah blahâ but Amai is kind enough to specify the times sheâll be serving food. Yeah, itâs kind of intuitive to not exit the classroom and start serving octodogs, the cooking club should know itâll only be at morning, lunch and after school.
3) Amaiâs sabotage events are so silly. I remember jokingly thinking âwhat? are we going to be giving him a pink apron or something?â as a JOKE. And then it HAPPENED, essentially. These characters are meant to be adults LARPing as teenagers but even a teenager has more maturity than âoh, you made an apron I didnât like!â What? Did Ayano draw a swastika on it or another hate symbol? The game refers to it as a âlameâ apron, which implies itâs more likely that Ayano used a bland colour scheme. Iâm sorry, but âI wanted a black apron but you made me a pink one, that offends meâ is not on the same level. And by the way- if Amaiâs food is giving people food poisoning due to Ayanoâs sabotage, why is she still allowed to run the bake sale???
I was genuinely thinking âsurely, itâs more going in this directionâ during the picnic talk. It was. So, what? Amai is supposed to control the insects?
If you sabotage all of Amaiâs events, Senpai should get the sense that sheâs a BAD COOK. Literally all. Her sabotage events are NOT enough to warrant being cut off or rejected.
4) I like how no one in this game questions a giant ass water fountain placed randomly in a room.
5) THE LOVE CONFESSION DOESNâT MAKE AMAI LOOK GOOD, EITHER. Who the FUCK says âyeah, I know Iâve known you for a week, but I was actually pissed at you for mourning your dead friend because⌠what about me???â
OKAY, TO BE FAIR, THAT âMAKE SURE YOU KEEP THAT IN MINDâ LINE FROM AYANO GOES HARD ASF đĽ
6) Okay lol I just. I love how funny Kizana is.
I like to imagine Ayano and Senpai are in some Truman Show situation where Info-chan is just hiring all these colourful personalities to rizz Senpai to create the craziest situations ever. Like Ayano is just some institutionalised person who was dragged out by a studio to be exploited in her dire mental state. Canât wait to get Kizana in 2025 and Oka in 2026.
Look Iâm an Amai defender but spitting in someoneâs food is VILE. The reason I donât go to⌠letâs call it OldRonalds is because three employees spat in my food. I had three occasions. Yeah, wasnât risking a fourth. AND ITâS IMPLIED SHE DID THIS SEVERAL TIMES. That is NASTY.
7) Yeah I definitely talk to myself when cooking. Thatâs totally normal.
8) SHE TELEPORTS IMMEDIATELY TO THE FLOOR. ALSO HOW WOULD NO ONE HEAR THAT???
9) A small pet peeve of mine over the years is the line âoh my god! is that a dead body?â when talking about their classmates. Akademi is a small school, where everyone should know each other. Maybe- like âOh my god! [characterâs surname, because itâs Japan, or whatever their nickname is considering Akademi has nicknames]? A-are you okay? I need to get help!â
10) Ben Shoku-ro asks us to essentially stalk Amai. Very normal. See, this is why I headcanon that Akademi is just a mental institution disguised as some⌠high school LARP. A very ineffective one, too.
11) I like how everyone has the exact same criticism with the exact same wording towards Amaiâs cooking.
12) âYou shoot 100% of the takes you donât missâ is such a funny quote. No shit Sherlock.
13) âjuvenile delinquentâ arenât they 18? Câmon, if youâre gonna use the âtheyâre actually 18â excuse, be consistent about it.
14) Welcome to Writing 101. In Inkyu and Sakyuâs conversation on Friday, the pink one (Inkyu, I believe) says âhowever?â While Inkyu is gathering her thoughts. It doesnât add tension to the scene, theyâre talking about fucking studying. It happens twice, actually. Itâs awkward and drags on too long. Iâm a writer, not a programmer, but surely there has to be a way to make the dialogue end faster?
Also Horuda canonically drawing kill art is real asf. She is not okay in the head and is expressing her emotions to avoid doing something dangerous. This is what we call showing, not telling. This is something this game struggles at.
15) Wait, Kyuji stalking Osana is a bounty? What if the player match made them? Is the game seriously gonna punish you for doing the pacifist route?
16) Why can Toga walk on bushes???
Okay if Senpaiâs new personality is himbo than I kinda fw him.
HELP DID YANDEREDEV FORGET TOGA WASNâT A CREEP SO HAD TO RETCON IT?? Same with Horo, though I think Horo being weird was inferred by the demon Easter egg.
17) Also, another general criticism, but the dialogue in this game is so wonky. Instead of âHey, blah blah, did you know blah blah dislikes gossip?â It could be âHey, blah blah, X said to me gossipers were all evil people. Ridiculous, right? Who doesnât gossip from time to time? Guess thatâs what Iâm doingâ or something shorter than that. And things like money and violence shouldnât even be discussable topics. Iâm sorry but âHey, Horuda Umetsu, did you know Amai Odayaka dislikes violenceâ would receive an âokay? donât we all?â IRL. Like even though Horuda is prone to violence no oneâs going around shaming people for disliking it WTF.
(Edit: Btw, before Amai came out, I made my own version of Amaiâs week a year ago, along with the other rivals, but honestly? They suck. Iâll add them anyway, if you wanna check them out, but I got lazy halfway through and began half assing stuff: Amai, Kizana, Oka, Asu, Muja, Mida, Osoro, Hanako, Megami. Iâm not saying these are better than the game. The way I characterised Kizana, for example? Canon Kizana is much better. The writing on these posts were somehow cringier than the actual writing. Why share it then? Dunno. I like humiliating myself? Oddly, I got a lot of nice DMâs from people about them at the time. I also made a shitty AU.) (I have more posts over there, like a mission mode concept ending) (also, it was only a year ago, but I feel like my writing has improved a ton since then)
Addendum: Not sure if I gave the impression I support YandereDev. I donât.
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