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like a wise man once said: "we did it. we are a good team."
#so did this give anyone whiplash or#for a moment there i thought this wouldve been a banger in 2018#go back to sleep babe. it was just a nightmare. voltron s3 just dropped#klance#keith kogane#lance mcclain#keith vld#lance vld#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#ryudoesart
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#it is 5 hrs past my bedtime and i am awake listening to Two Hearts by Dermot Kennedy on loop and crying over Rotating Shifts. again.#i couldnât resist the urge to read the latest chapter any longer but i knew when i did iâd get like this#so Why did i wait for my period to roll around. i have made. a silly decision lmaooo#iâve complained abt it before but iâm conflicted about how much more sensitive it makes me#my nightmares usually donât make me cry but oh i was a Wreck this morning#so why i picked tonight to read the fic that always makes me cry is beyond me#i have never met a fic before that had me in such an intense emotional grip#and itâs fucking hilarious bc itâs not that intense of a story!! like yeah thereâs been devastating parts but iâm out here having to-#-take a break every single chapter bc iâll read one line that hits my inner child like a truck and i have to take a minute to recover#but the whiplash this fic gives me is so fucking funny and the range in the storytelling from comedy to tragedy is just.. *scream-cries*#it has my favorite characterization of Sun and Moon that i have ever seen#this chapter wasnât even that sad iâm just Making myself sad about it#but on another level it also makes me sad in the sense that i donât think iâll ever be able to write something that good..#all that i want out of my writing endeavors is to make one (1) person feel as strongly and as much as RS makes me feel#and i donât know if i can do that. i donât know if my writing has what it takes bc i canât even describe exactly what it is#i donât think itâs a science that can be replicated. things either connect with someone or they donât#the way Sun goes from worryingly innocent âwdym we canât invite strangers to live with us?â âwdym we canât adopt an adult that needs help?â#to fucking. tearing an animatronic in half in a fit of protective rage and blocking access to all dating apps to prevent you from-#-finding anyone else bc heâs your Special Friend and he canât have his Daydream falling for anyone else!! no no!!#itâs not a new concept but i eat it tf up when Sun is actually the one you should fear the most#like no i donât think heâd hurt Reader but i dread to think of the things he would do For them#the back and forth between childlike innocence and terrifying intelligence possessiveness and physical capability is just mmmmm 100/10#and donât even get me started on Moon. or i Will start crying again#heâs âlike yeah dumbass of course iâm gonna save you every time some POS man tries to **** you. of course i will you fucking crater-head#but i will complain at you about it the Entire way home and then i will steal your fucking toilet paper and pack you a raw egg for lunch#because i hate you đ€ but Sun loves you and we would both kill for you đ€ also i drank all of your chocolate milk đ€ also i hate you :)#anyways i am paraphrasing obviously and dear god i hope no one who actually reads RS sees this bc i do not want my 2am ramblings taken as-#-any kind of Official Thoughtful Analysis of the story ok pls pls pls let me be insane abt my favorite fic without having to be articulate#i just have so many fucking FEELINGS about them. i am unwell.#iâm not even tagging this iâm just hitting post and going to sleep goodnight
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The bg3 fandom is so big and active rn I can't imagine there aren't at least a few servers out there that put like... a reasonable limit on the sort of dark content that can be discussed in it while still also allowing nuanced and mature discussion about it, especially considering the game's canon topics.
It's such a bizarre delicate balance but there has to be something right?
#im planning on sticking to a couple of my nonbg3 friends servers that invited me to talk abt bg3 in them#and the tiny little sprinting server I made a bit ago#but I know I'm going to chomping at the fucking bit to talk abt bg3 way more than anyone wants me to I think đ#like. Only large and fandom specific servers really fill that niche but god are they always a minefield#the sheer whiplash of going from the happiness of watching the award show to like#isolating myself and now wondering if I'm going to finish ANY of my projects anymore still has me reeling#I'm just. tired man. i already did this with star wars. i don't want to do it again already here#i feel like fandom spaces love celebrating trauma survivors but only if you're one of the cool acceptable ones#if you're one of the ones that has dodgy reactions to things and complex unpredictable feelings then its just. oops!#sorry bestie no space will ever truly allow you to feel safe OR accepted. have fun walking that tightrope for the rest of your life#tbf i didn't even give the bg3 server im in the option but I already know how server-destroying this issue is#sorry to anyone who bothered to read this afhshdh it feels so much safer to rant in the tags#questlog
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pretty babies â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: idk about yall but I love me some drunk gojo
satoru never drinks, but when he does, ohoho, youâre in for quite the ride.
today was one of the days when he was less of a chaotic handful but more of an emotional mess who apparently canât even remember his own wife. you sip on your drink, ignoring the drunk satoru leaning on the bar.
he slurs his words as he tries to flirt, âyouâre sooo pretty, yâknow that?â
you nod with a hum and give him no further reaction. in situations like these, you figured out that letting him go all out until he is tired and sleepy is the best solution. it really is like treating a baby.
thankfully, after many years of being in the presence of one gojo satoru, youâve built up some patience.
he rests his head on the counter and he looks up at you, eyes wide and in awe, âI bet,â he hiccups and it is followed by a silly little giggle, âweâd make superrrr cute babies! like all round and chubby and weâd much on their cheeks likeâŠmochi! yes! mochiâŠnow I am hungry.â
a smirk makes an appearance on your face as you glance at satoru who is blabbering about building a family with you and spoiling you rotten.
a little teasing wonât harm anyone. so you quip, âyou know,â and his attention is already on you, âyou already gave me three super cute babies.â
his mouth is wide open in disbelief as he sits up, âno way!â
âyup! and theyâre waiting at home for us.â
his eyes crinkle because of his wide grin, âreally?!â he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, âyou got photos?! please tell me that you do!â and he switches to a pout so quickly, it gives you whiplash.
however, you gladly pull out your phone and show him the multitude of photos you have.
ones ranging from him being in a crib to help the youngest one sleep to ones with two of the three kids ganging up on him and him desperately calling for your help. satoru goes through every single photo, head on your shoulder and cheek squished.
he is silent throughout it all and when he is done, he looks up at you, âso that means that youâre my wife?â
you nod and your fingers, naturally, find their place on his head. he feels a little shiver of satisfaction before he smiles, one lovesick and silly smile, âI really hit the jackpot.â
you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, âI guess you did.â
so you take him back home where the kids are already asleep. satoru crashes on the bed right away, steady breaths filling the room. slowly, you take your place beside him and you feel his arms wrap around you.
he pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and you close your eyes, letting yourself be lulled to the land of dreams.
when you do wake up, youâre greeted by satoru literally on top of you and deep in sleep. you would like to let him sleep more especially since he looks so comfortable, but youâre going to suffocate at this rate. so you pat his back lightly, âsatoru, honey, wake up.â
he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of âfive more minutesâ.
not budging? then fine, you decide. you take as deep of a breath as you can then call for your kids, âwho will help mama?!â
itâs quiet and you can feel satoru smirking against your skin. it looks like he won, but then a bunch of footsteps are heard and itâs your turn to smirk.
your husband lifts his head to glare at youâof course, not without sporting one of his famous pouts.
the door is then slammed open and your eldest son is there, âWHO DARES HURT OUR MAMA?!â
he gasps, very dramatically like a certain someone, and points at his dad, âPAPA?! youâre suffocating mama!â
âagain?!â your daughter pops up from behind her brother, staring at her dad in disbelief.
they both stand beside your bed glaring at him and he glares back, the three of them forgetting why you called for your kids in the first place. so you do them a favor and remind them, âsatoruâŠI AM GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!â
satoru is pulled back by his shirt and your kids take turns inâtryingâto beat him up. you get up, greedily breathing air till youâre satisfied. you ignore the screams of your husband until youâre done with your morning routine.
luckily enough, when you got out of the bathroom, you found no one except your husband.
laying on the ground.
presumably dead.
with a bunch of drawings on his face and his hair contained with multiple hair bands.
you snap a picture of him very quickly then you sit on the ground next to his corpse. you poke his butt and he groans, making you giggle, âwhat happened to the strongest sorcerer?â
he turns towards you with a small frown, âhis pretty wife didnât kiss him good morning so he had no energy to fight,â his head snaps towards the two tiny figures giggling behind the door, âthese monsters.â
they squeal and run away once again before he catches them.
you gently take the hair bands off, âyouâre lucky that our youngest devil is still asleep,â you then smooth down his hair and pat his head, âI love the smiley faces on your cheeks.â
he whines and rests his head on your shoulder, âstop bullying me!â
you hum and stroke his hair, âyou know, you did something pretty cute yesterday.â
âI am always cute; whatâre you talking about?â
âyou flirted with me, your wife, and said we would make âsuper cute!â babies,â you reveal and satoru seems unbothered. in fact, he seems proud and very happy with himself so you continue, âso I had to remind you of our three little devils and then I showed you pictures.â
he stands up, posing all confidently, âwhat can I say? I excel at everything even being cuteââ
âthen you cried like a little baby when I showed you my picture post labor and kept apologizing.â
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They Think I'm Pregnant - A.H
a/n: i feel like this is kind of shitty but alas here we are!
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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it
warnings: reader is not preggers promise!, honestly the team gossiping is so lol, suggestive content per usual
wc: 1.3k
"I mean she has been kind of moody lately."
The gasp that rose in your surprise was quickly smothered as you pressed yourself against the wall, pushing into it as if that would make you invisible somehow.
"Well, interestingly enough, there has been considerable growth in her chest area. It's due to elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone, which I've noticed with her." Spencer stopped abruptly, the sound of Morgan's muffled laughter in the background. "I'm not saying I make a habit of such observations. Okay, um, don't tell Hotch I said that."
Casting a skeptical eye down your shirt, your frown deepened. Sure, your boobs had grown, but that was a testament to a little happy relationship weight, not the fodder of their theories.Â
"Nice one, kid," came Rossi's voice, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.
"Oh my gosh, guys, this is like, the best news ever! A mini-agent in the making! Can you imagine how cute she's going to be? I'm going to get her the cutest outfits!"
"Garcia, how do you know it's going to be a girl? Did the baby send you a text?"
The baby? Was rational thought absent among them? It must be. You crossed your arms defensively.
"Okay, maybe we should pump the breaks everyone. Why do we even think she's pregnant in the first place?"
JJâyour voice of reason. You could kiss the ground she walked on.
"I'm just putting two and two together. She walked out, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash that wasn't there before."
Your eyebrows drew down, and the increasing shuffle from the room prompted you to make a beeline for Hotch's office before anyone saw you snooping. But in your defense, Emily snooped first.
The moment the door clicked shut, you lunged for the blinds, bypassing any attempt at a greeting with Aaron. The blinds clattered shut, so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
"Honey, what are youâ?"
His words hung unfinished as you whirled around, pressing your pointer finger to your lips as if he were a kindergartner about to walk down the hall.
"They think I'm pregnant!" you hissed indignantly, jabbing a finger toward the door as if it were a portal to the rumor mill itself.
His face drained of color as his eyes darted from your face, down to your stomach, and finally rested on your tits. "Are you?"
You slapped his shoulder. "No!"
"Then why do they think that?"
You recounted every piece of evidence they had collected, giving special attention to Spencer's bodily hypothesis as a subtle form of retaliation.
"He said what?"
You laughed, draping your arms around his neck as you made yourself at home on his lap. He leaned back in his chair, arranging you so your legs were stretched out across his lap.
"Focus," you said desperately. "They think I'm pregnant."
"Sweetheart," he chuckled, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Does it really matter what they're assuming?"
Your lower lip jutted out, fingers threading through your hair as you mulled it over.
"You're a genius." Your arms were around him in an instant once again, leaving a big, messy kiss on his cheek as you hopped down from his lap and strode towards the door.
Who cares if that's what they think?
So, you devoted your day to your greatest talent: stirring the pot. If they were set on believing you were pregnant, why should you interfere? Better yet, why not enjoy their theories and have some fun along the way?
You pulled every trick in the book.
In the morning, you bolted from the briefing room with a hand clamped over your mouth, you later reappeared, ginger ale and crackers in tow--which you knew JJ would understand. No one said a word.
In the afternoon, you turned up your nose when Emily offered you coffee, which in turn caused her eyes to bulge out of her head, but still she said nothing.
In the evening, you staged a sudden craving for the strangest of snacks, convincing Spencer of your dire need for pickles dipped in peanut butter. You sent him on a wild goose chase for it, and he did it, no questions asked.
All of these, as some would say--childish antics, lead to a big pile of nothing because no one was brave enough to just ask you.
So now that you were all gathered around Rossi's living room, with the day's efforts in vain, you were forced to drastic measures.Â
The wine glass was mere inches from your lips when the whole lot of them were up in arms--a blabbering, spiraling mess.
Garcia, her mouth a perfect 'o' of scandalized red, was quick to wrestle it from your grasp, hoisting it just beyond reach as Morgan promptly confiscated it, placing it atop the tallest bookshelf, as if you were a child meddling with contraband.
"What are you thinking?"
"Are you crazy?"
"What are you doing?"
"Hotch, do you see this?"
Their words bombarded you all at once, a rapid-fire of overlapping sentences that was impossible to decipher. A giggle escaped you, hand instinctively rising to your lips. Sure, you had braced for a reaction, but this was beyond anything you had imagined.
You played dumb, your head canting to one side as your brows contracted. "What?"
You basked in Aaron's exasperated eye roll, his hands coming together as if in prayer while he let you revel in the moment. He was a good man.
"What do you mean what? I love you so much, but you have to be out of your mind," Garcia probed, her hands clutching on to her necklace as she looked side to side at the others.
You opened your mouth, ready to provoke her further, but Spencer beat you to it.
"Given the potential impact on blood volume and plasma osmolality, it's really not advised to drink alcohol, considering your condition," he said, fidgeting with his tie while nodding to your belly.
"What condition?"
"Oh, come on! We found your pregnancy test in the trash today!" This time it was Emily speaking, her hands on her hips as she gave you a knowing glance. She quickly muffled her exclamation. "Hold on, you've told Hotch, right? If not, I'm prepared to get on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness if necessary."
"You all are ridiculous!" you declared, rising from the couch and moving toward your abandoned wine. Aaron was quicker, offering the glass to you. "I'm not pregnant, and if you nosy nellies had bothered to ask rather than speculate, you'd know that.â
You took a large gulp of your wine. For emphasis. Your colleagues' mouth hung agape, all but Rossi, who smirked and toasted to the absurdity with his whiskey.
"You heard us?"
"Reid, let's just say, I'd appreciate if you would reserve those observational talents for the case files, not on my girlfriend's anatomy," Hotch suggested, the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric at your back as he casually sipped his scotch.
You watched Reid's complexion turn a spectrum of pink hues, his apology barely above a whisper as laughter bubbled around us.Â
"Wait so then whose pregnancy test did I find?" Emily's words caused a collective breath to catch, glances shifting suspiciously around the room.
JJ's hand shot up, laughing as Garcia barreled into her side, arms wrapping around her before she could even get the admittance out. The room buzzed with congratulatory cheers, everyone sharing hugs and kisses as JJ told the story.
Aaron chose that instant to lift his hand to his neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so gentle it turned your insides to jelly. He eased back, his breath mingling with yours as he mumbled, "you know, the idea of you pregnant...it's not something I'm opposed to."
You let out a soft giggle, nestling your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart bleeding into your ear. Your gaze drifted to your friends, toasting with raised glasses--minus JJ--with laughter and chatter filling the air.
"Is that so? Cravings, mood, boobs and all?"
You felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest, the sensation tingling against your cheek. "All of it."
Rising onto your toes, you reached up to cradle his ear, lips grazing lightly against it. "How about we head home and practice? And then if you put a ring on it, Iâll consider it.â
That was the first time you had Irish goodbye-d a party.
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I Want My Money.
Billy likes money, heâs said this before, but nearly all the time, money is tight. So, itâs rare when heâll lend someone a buck or two, and when he lends them a buck, he expects that buck paid back in full.
Marvel: âAh, Flash! You havenât paid me back yet. I kinda need my money.â *all kind and nice*
Flash: âHuh? Oh yeah. Donât worry, man. I got ya.â
LaterâŠ
Marvel: *a little more impatiently* âFlash? My twenty? You uh still havenât gotten it for me.â
Flash: âYeah dude. Iâll get it to you.â
Even more laterâŠ
Marvel: *annoyed* âFlash.â *speaking through grit teeth* âFlash get me my twenty dollars. Now.â *hands on Flashâs shoulders*
Flash: *kinda scared cause he hasnât seen Marvel ever really show anger* âDude, I said Iâd get it for you.â
Marvel: âYeah, now. Get it for me now. Please.â
Flash: âI- uh- Iâll be right back.â *zooms off and comes back with a twenty* âHere, man.â
Marvel: *super smiley and normal again* âThanks, Flash.â *takes the money and walks off like nothing happened*
Flash: âNo problemâŠâ *whiplashed at the sudden change*
Wally had like no idea what to make of this interaction. The man was so generous. He didnât think heâd be this pressed about twenty dollars. Like for example, they found space rock that couldâve been sold for millions apparently and he just gave it all to Wally like it was nothing. (Billy had no idea where to sell it. Bros never heard of eBay, not that he has an electronic device to use it on) But twenty dollars? Wow. Wally didnât know if Marvel needed his priorities straight or what. All the speedster knew was that he was never gonna cross Marvel about money again. Itâs honestly his bad anyways.
Then there was the one time Adam owed him five dollars. Donât ask him why he lent him the money. Billy now recognizes it was a moment of weakness.
Black Adam and Marvel: *fighting*
Marvel: *stops fighting* âDude, are you going to pay me back my money?â
Black Adam: *also stops fighting* âWhat are you talking about? What money?â
Marvel: âMy money? Yâknow, the five dollars I lent you?â
Black Adam: âFive dollars- Iâm not paying you back for that!â
Marvel: âThatâs common courtesy, man!â
Black Adam: âI donât care! Iâd rather die than repay you for anything!â
Black Adam didnât really expect for this to backfire on him. As a result of not paying back a measly five dollars, Adam was met with Marvel appearing in his palace at the ass crack of dawn, demanding his money.
Black Adam: *honestly a little surprised Marvel came to Kahndaq because heâs never really came to the country before* âYou do realize youâre breaching my countryâs national security-â
Marvel: âI DONâT CARE. Teth, give me my money.â
Black Adam: âYouâre willing to risk my country dissolving into war with your country over five dollars?â
Marvel: âYes? Money. Now.â *makes grabby hands*
Black Adam: âBumbling idiotâŠâ *massages temples* âIâm not paying you back! How difficult is it to get that through your thick skull?!â
Billy did not like that answer. So now, the Justice League and everyone who had the pleasure of being online the day after this incident were met with a video of Marvel beating on Adam harsher than they, or anyone else for that matter had even seen before.
Marvel: âJUST GIVE ME MY MONEY!â
Black Adam: âNO!â
In the end, Billy still didnât get his money. And this actually wasnât because Adam didnât want to pay, but rather Adamâs country doesnât use American dollars so he went there, beat up their leader, and basically did it all for nothing. Honestly looking back at it, Billy didnât really know what he was expecting. Neither his nor Adam suits have pockets, so he kind of doubts that he had a wallet to hold money in the first place. He was honestly just glad Adam, for whatever reason, didnât follow through on his promise to go to war with America.
So yeah⊠in conclusion, Billy Batson can, and will crash out over five dollars.
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secret admirer part eleven
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Tuesday and Wednesday go much the same. Steve doesnât watch Eddie at lunch anymore.Â
Thatâs where Eddie does most of his staring, though. Steve wonders if Eddie felt like this knowing Steve was watching him. He hopes not. He feels like heâs on fire. In a bad way.Â
He canât help himself but go over everything he did, trying to find where he gave himself away, but he comes up blank. Anything he shared about himself in the notes couldâve been from anyone.Â
He didnât hint at it whenever he actually spoke to Eddie, either.Â
The only thing he can think of is that he delivered the notes at the same time every day, barring the one time he was late. Eddie mustâve figured it out; saw him one morning. But he thought of that beforehand, too! The only door unlocked then is the gym door because no other sports or clubs meet that early. If Eddie were there, someone would have seen him.Â
Then thereâs art class. Steve gets whiplash from all the staring at lunch to business as usual in class; Eddie acts like nothing is out of the ordinary. That is to say, they hardly speak to one another, but when they do, theyâre friendly.Â
Come Thursday. Carol is out sick, so Steve has no distraction from the boy next to him. He canât even try to convince himself he isnât tuned into Eddieâs every movement.Â
That day, the worst thing that could possibly happen, happens.
âNext to you, youâll find your partner for this month's project. Go ahead and get acquainted, youâll be spending a lot of time with one another.âÂ
The person on Eddieâs left turns away from him to pair up with the person on their other side and Steve's stomach drops. He waits for Eddie to request a new partner, but he just drums his pencil on the table noncommittally.Â
Steve would just put them both out of their misery and ask the teacher if he can wait until Carol returns to school, but he doesnât want Eddie to think he minds being partnered with him, especially if Eddie isnât going to be the one to interject.Â
Steve has no reason to be upset with Eddie and, loath he is to admit it, heâd take any chance to be around him. Even now that he knows Eddie doesnât want him in the same way.Â
Thatâs another thing thatâs been nagging him. Eddie was fine with H before he knew it was Steve - liked him even. Then the staring happened, and he took off the ring.Â
Thereâs only one explanation: Eddie doesnât like Steve.Â
Youâd never guess it, though, not with the way he turns to him and grins. âWell, would ya' look at that.â
Steve smiles hesitantly. âHey, man.â
The teacher claps her hands to get everyoneâs attention. âAlright, alright.â Once everyone has quieted down, she hands each of those in the front row a stack of paper to distribute to their respective columns.Â
âThis is the project outline. In a moment, Iâll dismiss you to read through it with your partner. After youâve done that, youâll notice there is a brainstorm worksheet on the last page. Now, you only need to complete one of these for the both of youâŠâ
Once sheâs done giving directions, Eddie turns to Steve. âDo you wanna read or should I? Or separately?â
Steve doesnât even have to think about the answer. âYou.â Thereâs not really an option there. Not only does he get to hear Eddieâs voice for a prolonged amount of time, but he doesnât have to stutter his way through reading, or watch as the words seem to evade him? Yeah, Eddie can read, no hesitation.
Eddie nods and clears his throat before starting. Steve reads along on his paper and finds it much easier than if heâd had to read it on his own.Â
The concept is pretty straight-forward. Theyâll each have to make a portrait of themselves and the other, collaborating orally while not seeing the otherâs work. Even when theyâre finished, they have to turn in the projects without the other seeing. There will be an exhibit in three weeks before they go on spring break where all of the portraits will be displayed.
When Eddieâs finished, they flip to the worksheet. âOkay,â Steve says, âIâll write since you read.â
Eddie hums his approval, and they get started.Â
At the end of the hour, the teacher tells them to hang onto their packets and take a moment to schedule time outside of school to meet. There will only be one day a week dedicated to the project at school.
Steve clears his throat. âSo, I- uh, Iâm free most days. When works best for you?â
Eddie tilts his head to the side. âWhat, no court activities? Responsibilities?â
Steve hesitates. âYou mean basketball? I mean, we practice in the mornings and thereâs a game next week, but other than thatâŠâ Steve trails off once he catches sight of Eddieâs amused look. âWhat?â He asks, immediately self-conscious.
Eddie waves him off. âNothing, nothing.â Steve frowns but Eddie keeps talking. âHow about Mondays and Wednesdays, right after school?â
Steve chews on his lip before nodding. âYeah. Where are we meeting?â
Eddie thinks for a moment, drumming his pencil on the desk again. âUhh, how about we decide that during class those days?â
âSounds good.â Steve holds up their project outline/brainstorm worksheet. âIâll just hang onto this.â
Eddie chuckles. âHonestly, man, thatâs probably for the best.â
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aai2's english translation has done an amazing thing in furthering franziska's juvenile tendency to address people she's close with like she's a child.
here are some facts about franziska:
she addresses nearly every single person she meets aggressively formally and professionally. firstname lastname. sometimes, mr. or ms. firstname lastname. other characters point this out. it's weird, clunky, and a quirk specific to her.
franziska is obsessed with appearing more grown up and professional than she is.
despite her dedication to this facade, she cannot break the INCREDIBLY JUVENILE habit of calling her murderous, long-dead father "papa."
(it pisses me off when people erase this about her. she only ever calls him "my father," twice in canon. he is almost ALWAYS "papa")
to the contrary, franziska does not seem ashamed/embarrassed about this tendency at all, even though she seems very embarrassed about other childlike things she thinks/feels/does.
until aai2 this was exclusive to manfred... but it is now canon that she does it to anyone she considers family, or close to family.
in the fan translation, blaise teases her about being a little girl and calling him "unky boo boo" once upon a time. in the official translation, franziska still calls him uncle in the present day. her first inclination is to call him uncle winner, wholly informal, absolute (pun) whiplash.
okay, cute, but probably not worth noting... AND THEN SHE'S OUT HERE CALLING HILDA "GRAMMA" AS WELL. one thing about me is that when i was TODAY i learned about her having some optional dialogue that alludes to the two of them knowing each other.
(i could go ON about how manfred must have loved her so much more than we see in canon--how often did she insist upon coming along with hm? how often did he find himself unable to say no to her big sparkling eyes? hilda does not say "that's franziska" hilda says "that's von karma's little girl!" which means hilda knows her through manfred. every single person who spent any amount of time around manfred von karma in his heyday knows franziska, which means that she was following her papa around like a little duckling, and he loved her enough to make space for her at his back)
my fave thing they do with franziska is the little hints that her facade is just that. too many of them spoil the subtlety, of course, but they are there--the flavour text about her shaking and looking scared the two times she's a victim of gun violence and thinks no one's looking. the hints here and there that she has a terrible sweet tooth she's trying to control. the meltdown at the end of JFA. and "papa." these are all little ways that the writing nudges us and says franziska is a professional, but she's also quite young, and never really let herself be a kid. she does a great job at hiding most of it, but these little tendencies leak out here and there.
by giving her two more people in life she does this to, it's no longer just that papa is Special Enough that he gets the same treatment from a 3 year old franziska as a 30 year old franziska. no, she does that to everyone she grew up looking up to, any odd work friend that manfred brought around or let her pester.
adorable. absolutely adorable.
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pretty little wife | better now
joel miller x f!reader one shot collection
series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 summary: 3.9k words, a snippet of a day in the life of husband! joel and his lovely housewife | no apocalypse au, no use of y/n warnings: 18+ MDNI! pre-established relationship/dynamic, unprotected piv, rough sex, free use kink, sub/dom relationship, cum play, spit kink, exhibition kink, dirty talk, pet names for reader, brief mention of alcohol, generally extremely submissive reader so if you're into that this is for you! a/n: not pretending this is anything other than some little fantasy i had that i needed to write out. i'm really excited about this one shot series for husband!joel though, i have some really fun (and depraved) ideas planned for these two for future blurbs so stayed tuned if you like this one! reblogs + comments are always loved and appreciated! âĄ
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Howâs my pretty little wife today?
The words you look forward to each day, falling from your husbands lips in some form or another, whether itâs rasped tenderly in your ear, from between your legs as he smirks up at you, or from over your shoulder as he slams his cock into you, sending you to heaven and back down as soon as he can after walking in the door after work. Â
Joel asks the question today after walking up behind you in the backyard, his mouth already next to your ear, warm breath tickling along your skin there as he brushes your hair over your shoulder. The wiry texture of his beard nuzzles right into your neck, sending a thrill down your spine as his arms slide around your waist and hold you tightly to him, swaying you back and forth. The motion is soothing, reminding you that youâre right where youâre meant to be. Â
You can smell the workday on him - sweat and dirt and the outdoors, and the lingering scent of the cologne youâd given him this past Christmas. Heâd sprayed it on this morning, as he does every morning since you bought it for him. Makes me think of you all day, heâd remind you while youâd watched from your bed with a teasing smile, sheet disheveled and draped over your naked body.
You breathe all of it in, savoring this scent unique to your husband, before touching your hand to where his rests around your belly and stroking it gently.
âBetter now,â you answer. More times than not, thatâs your response to his routine question, knowing it drives him wild, makes a long day of work ache a little less when he hears you say it.
âSâwhat I like to hear,â he says, a kiss on your neck leading up to your lips - a long, deep, ravenous kiss that already leaves you breathless. He pulls away so suddenly you nearly have whiplash, your head falling slightly into nothing, missing his lips.
âSmells good out here,â Joel comments, turning his nose up in the air slightly. âUsinâ the new pizza oven already?âÂ
When youâd made a passing comment about wishing you could make wood fired pizzas at home, just like the ones a restaurant in town serves, Joel seemed to take it seriously, as he did with most things involving your wishes and desires. The next weekend, heâd hauled in bricks and began his work. Youâd stepped out into the yard when you heard all the commotion, giving him a quizzical stare, and heâd simply grinned and shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that he should be building his wife a pizza oven. Youâd nearly teared up, feeling grateful and giddy with excitement at your new toy to experiment with.Â
Within a few weekends, Joel had finished his new project, always seeming to need one to have around the house, wiping the sweat off his forehead and gleaming with pride at it as he showed you the final product. Youâd practically jumped for joy but settled on flinging yourself into his arms to show your appreciation. When that had turned into him fucking you on top of the kitchen counter moments later after he went inside to fetch a cold drink, you hadnât minded one bit.
âI couldnât wait,â you say with a grin. When Joel nuzzles your neck again you start to lose your train of thought. His lips press a gentle kiss right on your pulse point, and you sigh into it. âT-trying out margherita today,â you manage to squeak out.
âHmm,â Joel says, seemingly contemplating the flavor choice in between latching his lips on your neck and sucking, marking you over and over. Youâre sure the ones from mere days ago havenât faded all the way, a smattering of them going right down to your tits, but Joel always needs a fresh mark on you as soon as they start to fade, a way for you to always remember youâre his. He grinds his hard length into your back on the next touch of his lips, and you arch into it a little, your cunt starting to ache more needily for him.Â
âF-fresh basil⊠from the⊠gar-â you gasp as he pulls you completely flush against his cock, letting out a little, devious laugh.
âSounds fuckinâ delicious, baby,â he replies. His fingers reach down and toy with the front hem of your dress, delicately sliding his calloused fingers up your thighs, bunching the fabric as he goes. The warmth of his hands on your bare skin blazes a trail up to the apex of your thighs, finally cupping a hand around your warm heat. You instinctively grind into the heel of his hand, and can practically feel Joel smirking behind you. His fingers brush the outside of your panties, starting to rub circles on the wet fabric. He lets out a low growl, deep and needy in the back of his throat feeling the evidence of how much youâd anticipated him coming home.Â
âSo wet for me already, huh, doll? Couldnât wait fâme to get home ân take care of ya, I bet,â Joel taunts in your ear before sucking on the lobe, and youâve gone breathless now, nodding your head. His fingers tease the edge of your panties again, finally slipping one underneath the fabric, feeling the obscenity of your wetness directly, and he lets out an impressed tut, sucking in air between his teeth. You nearly moan out at the smallest touch heâs giving you, the way his rough, worn fingers gently brush over your clit for just a split second.Â
âSheâs so needy, ainât she?â Joel coos in your ear, swiping a finger to your entrance and back to your clit. You can feel how slickness quickly gathers on Joelâs digits as he teases you. You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back into him, letting your head drop to his shoulder as pleasure wracks your body already.
âMhm⊠needs you,â you murmur, turning your head towards his where he meets your lips, continuing steady strokes on your aching bundle of nerves. His lips are softer than youâd think, looking at the hardened grump behind them, but like so many parts of Joel, they are only soft for you.
âNeedy, needy girl⊠good thing Iâve been thinkinâ about gettinâ my cock in that little cunt of yours all day.â
âA-all day?â you say with a little smirk, rutting your ass back into his throbbing length, and Joel groans with the friction.
âSecond I pulled out of it this morninâ,â he replies, low voice drumming against your skin, and you shudder, desperate for what you know heâs about to do.
Another routine of yours - Joel comes home from work, and more days than not, he fucks you. And you enjoy every second of it, basking in the attention and his cock filling you up in the way nobody and nothing else can. You crave him night and day, never having gotten your fill, wondering if you ever could. His hunger for you in return only fuels the fire, a vicious circle the two of you seem to have no intention of breaking.
Your weakness lies completely in the man standing behind you, burying his fingers in between your legs and making you moan out wildly before heâs even had his way with you.
âFuck, gotta get this cock in you, baby, split you open fâme so good, fuck you stupid,â Joel grunts suddenly, interrupting your swirling thoughts, withdrawing his fingers in a flash and leaving you whimpering. Itâs not fair, the way he affects you.Â
Nobody should have this power over you, but the minute youâd met Joel, you couldnât deny the way heâd made you feel. Masculine and warm, rough hands and broad shoulders that youâd clung to that same night youâd met him in a bar, fucking mere hours later in the bathroom. Even in your drunken haze youâd submitted to him fully, Joel having no problem ordering and throwing you around the bathroom like you were just a toy to play with, his little doll. Youâd found that you could never look back after that night, the safety he represented to you, the adoration he showered you with, the way he fucked you like it was his last time every time. When Joel saw how willing you were to be his in the way he craved from a woman, there was no stopping the insatiable beast he became, hellbent on never letting another man feel your touch again. Joel promised you a good life, an amazing life, even, and in the last few years, he had more than delivered for you.Â
âHush now, youâll have what you want in a second,â he says, running a quick stroke of his fingers through your hair, giving it a tug. On principle, you let out a little mewl at the sensation, too many instances of your hair being tugged and pulled with Joel involved to not recall those memories with the pain of it. You hear the jangle of his belt as he frees himself from his jeans, the familiar sound of Joelâs thick, heavy cock slapping against his hand as he fists it. Youâre already cock drunk without having seen the damn thing yet, and itâs nearly laughable how pliable you are when Joelâs involved. Itâs always been that way - youâve been happy to oblige his every desire, no matter when, where, how he wanted it, or the frequency. You were his to use, to pleasure, to fuck senseless, and you got off on the way all of it steadily built his need for you just as much as it did with your need for him.
âPleaseâŠâ you whine, trying to slip out of his grasp and start for the sliding glass door to the house, making the assumption that heâd be taking you inside at any moment to take what he needed from you.Â
Joel immediately tightens his hold on you, a dark tut in your ear that goes straight to your clit.
âNot so fast, little doll,â he croons, hand grabbing your cunt through your dress again to hold you to him. âRight here,â he adds on, turning your body towards the outdoor dining table in the backyard.Â
âJ-Joel⊠right here?â you question, knowing you shouldnât. It wonât matter anyways. âThe⊠t-the neighborsâŠâ you whimper quietly as Joel crowds you against the table, tearing your dress up over your ass, revealing your lacy little thong to him. He groans at the sight of your bare ass ready for him to claim before roughly shimmying your underwear halfway down your thighs. He places a rough hand on your back, pressing you down into the table so that youâre completely bent over, your hands splaying out into the wood to support yourself.Â
âLet them seeâŠâ Joel says quietly, a heady murmur as he slips his cock between your thighs and notches himself at your weeping entrance. âLet them see how much I love fuckinâ my wife.â He pushes in on the last sentence, and you gasp at the stretch and burn of his girth. Your vision goes white for a moment with the mix of pure pain and pleasure, and your mouth hangs open, panting in delight as he fills you inch by inch.Â
âMmm⊠such a sweet little pussy, honeyâŠâ Joel says quietly once heâs seated fully inside of you. Heâs just as lost in the bliss of it as you are. âKnow Iâd fuckinâ live right here if I could.â
You give him a little moan of satisfaction, wiggling your hips to give yourself any sensation of movement from his cock. He places his hands on either side of your hips, squeezing his grip tightly enough to bruise before starting to thrust himself into you. You cry out in a yelp, the noise passing though your lips before you can even control it.Â
âYeahâŠâ you whimper, face pressed against the table, trying to peek up as Joel looms above you, like some higher being that has the power to decide your fate, to decide the pleasure or pain youâll have to endure in this moment. And truthfully, you do worship him. The way he moves inside of you, makes you crumble underneath even the lightest of his touches. The way he spoils you in every regard - youâve never wanted for a single thing for as long as youâve been Joelâs, him vowing to take care of everything you ever need, and in return, you take care of everything he needs.Â
To some, it might seem like thereâs a lack of balance in the way you do things, but fuck do you love it, you think as you desperately cling onto the table, manicured nails digging into the wood as Joelâs cock rams back into you, pressing so deep inside of you that you see stars.
You let out a low, strangled sound, whining as Joel begins to press against your cervix, the front of your thighs bumping into the table with every new thrust from him. He grunts with the exertion, fucking into you hard, taking what he wants, leaving you both breathless with the need for more of each other. You let Joel take and take and take because of how much he gives in return - while he loves to use you, he always makes sure you get every bit of pleasure you deserve for being so good to him.
When you continuously moan louder as Joel fucks you towards your high, you glance around, the small sliver of your brain thatâs still rational worried about you two getting caught by your neighbors. The thought is equally mortifying as it is thrilling, but you decide youâd rather not deal with the embarrassment today if you can help it.
âStill worried about the neighbors, hm, pretty girl? Iâve got an idea,â Joel says, responding to your sudden nervousness. Before you can even answer, his hands are wrapping around your shoulders, urging you up from the table. You follow along, breathless and dazed, letting him move you as he wishes, too deliriously starry eyed for him to care about anything else other than what Joel is gearing up to do to you next.
He accidentally slides out with the movement of your body, and immediately heâs grasping at your hips, practically clawing his way back to you as he pulls you tight to his body again. His throbbing, dripping cock slaps periodically against your ass as he shoves you forward, pushing your body towards the house.Â
âHere,â he grits out, suddenly crowding your body from behind to press you against the sliding glass door. âThat better?â
âI- yes,â you say, eyes wide from the way youâd been roughly handled by him the last few moments. Your cunt aches almost painfully, having been getting so close to your climax only to have it ripped away suddenly when Joel decided to move you.
âGood,â he snips quietly. âCouldnât stand to keep this cock out of you much longerân this.â
With his words he brings his lips to the back of your neck again, just his heavy breathing fanning across the skin there, making you wild as he repositions himself and nudges your legs apart with his knee. You feel the length of him tease between your legs, sliding up to your entrance again. He groans loudly, letting you know how badly he wants you, so you try to pop your hips up at just the right angle you know heâs looking for.Â
He slides in effortlessly and with a renewed vigor, hips snapping into you, pressing you further into the sliding glass door with neither of you seeming to be worried about the way itâs suddenly shaking on the frame. Itâs completely lewd, the way you imagine the two of you - your entire body against glass, tits being pressed out the top of your dress and bouncing, palms spread against the smooth surface, nails clawing and unable to grasp at anything.
Your body is shaking in his hold now, Joelâs cock hitting inside of you in all the right places. You can feel yourself tensing, almost like every cell is going taut, your core pooling heat deep inside of you with molten pleasure from Joel hitting the spongy bit inside of you.Â
âFuck, love it when you sound like that fâme, doll,â Joel punches out as he hears your moans becoming louder and more desperate the longer he continues to thrust against your g-spot. You canât respond, only continue your lustful noises with a renewed vigor as you try to bounce your hips back into his thrusts, getting him deeper than whatâs even possible, the length of him already burying up to the hilt each time he drives himself into you.
âKnow you wanna come for me, baby,â he says right in your ear, voice hoarse with need, and you whimper in response as his hand snakes around your hips and in between your legs, circling a gentle pressure on your clit.Â
You feel your hold on reality completely break, your eyes squeezing shut as you melt into the way your entire body is tingling with pleasure now, waves of it turning into spasms as you go practically limp with shaky knees. Joelâs hands hold you in place, his warm strength keeping you upright as you push down onto his cock, riding out your climax and screaming for him.Â
When your movements start to slow and your body relaxes, Joel thrusts into you even harder, loving the way youâre so compliant and soft after climaxing, letting him move in you however he needs as you ride out the sensitive aftershocks with a few quiet yelps.
âThis little pussy is all mine, yâknow that, right?â Joel reminds you through clenched teeth, giving your ass a firm slap. You nod vigorously, eyes still half lidded and mind scrambled from the way heâd shattered you mere moments ago.
âY-yes, Joel,â you say when he slaps your ass again, demanding an answer. Your breathy answer is enough to get him to his own climax, and he surprises you by pulling out suddenly, leaving your body lurching back into nothing, missing the fullness of him already. Before you can protest, say anything, Joelâs hands grip your shoulders and spin you around and push down, forcing you onto your knees in one fluid, swift motion. You watch, wide eyed, as he fists his throbbing cock, shiny and coated in your own slick arousal as he spreads it along his shaft in jerking motions.
âBe a good girl and open up,â he commands, and you submit to the words immediately, mouth hanging open, even sticking your tongue out for good measure. Joel smirks at that before giving himself another swift tug, and you watch in renewed wonder as he begins to spill himself all over your face, ropes of cum hitting your skin. You taste him on your tongue immediately, savoring it. Your eyes are glued up on Joelâs face, watching his glazed gaze taking in the scene below him as he groans in pleasure, trying not to tilt his head back and get lost in the moment so he doesnât miss a beat of your beautiful surrender to him.
âFuck,â he mutters as he watches the last bits of his release hit your tongue. âDonât you dare swallow that, yet, doll,â he adds on quickly, eyes fluttering for a moment before he tucks himself back into his slacks. He continues to tower over you for a prolonged few seconds, looking down in satisfaction at the image of your glowing, angelic face coated in something so sinful, the milky substance starting to drip down your face, your tongue trembling slightly with the need to swallow.
âHold still,â he says needlessly since as the words come out of his mouth he grabs your chin, tilting your head upwards and gathering spit, letting a long, tortuously slow drip of it fall into your open mouth. It lands on your tongue, combining with his cum and Joel smirks again, releasing your chin.
âSwallow, my little doll,â he says, voice starting to go soft, an indication that heâs feeling satisfied and finished with his enjoyment of you. You close your mouth, smile, and swallow obviously for him, licking your lips for good measure.Â
Joel holds out a hand, helping you stand, your legs buckling slightly as you try to get your bearings. He carefully smooths your disheveled dress, flattening the bottom half and tugging the neckline back into place before fixing the straps to sit perfectly square on your shoulders, eyes roaming over quickly to examine his work with pride. His hands then move to your hair, brushing his fingers gently to put it back in its place, leaving every part of you like none of this had just happened besides your face, still dripping with his spill. Your smile widens, seeing him watch a particularly large spot of it sliding down your cheek. You see his composure fail for a moment before he strokes your cheek gently, avoiding any of the mess there, giving you soft, affectionate eyes.
âGood girl,â he says quietly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. âPizzaâs probably ready,â he adds on, the casual tone taking you aback for only a moment before you blink yourself back to reality and nod dutifully.
âOf course,â you say, a genuine smile plastered on your face as you look at your handsome husband, admiring the way heâs looking at you with stars dancing across his eyes, the deepest love for you tucked away in his deep brown irises.
âAfter you get that, go clean yourself up, doll,â he says, and you nod again, the smile not leaving your face. You see out of the corner of your eye Joel settle onto one of the chairs at your outdoor table, leaning back casually as if he hadnât just had you bent over that exact table, fucking you for the entire neighborhood to possibly see and hear.
You gather everything you need, serving utensils, plates, and two cold beers before bringing it to the table along with the pizza and a freshly tossed salad youâd made to accompany it. Each time you drop something off, the smirk on Joelâs face grows, watching the way you work with the evidence of his obsession with you still lingering on your flushed cheeks.
Once the table is set and your face cleaned off, you join Joel outside to enjoy the beautiful spring evening, and see heâs already served you two generous slices of the margherita pizza.Â
He reaches a hand onto the table, taking yours delicately into his palm, dwarfing it with the size of his thick fingers as he absentmindedly runs his thumb along your knuckles, stopping to play with the large, gorgeous diamond on your ring finger. Another reminder to him that he has you all to himself, his pretty little wife.
âThanks for dinner, babyâ he says, eyes locked on yours as he uses a free hand to pick up the pizza and take a large bite, letting out a little noise in satisfaction at the flavor.
âAnytime.â You smile, genuine and tranquil, a fresh appreciation and love for the life youâve found yourself so grateful to be living.
tysm to @jupiter-soups @huffle-punk @rensraptor for so much help with ideas and writing this fic! love u guys x
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So if Alastor made a deal with Vs pet before going missing for 7 years how would she be at the hotel?
What would have happened if alastor made a deal with Vs pet before leaving
Warnings: obsession, bad foreshadowing, violence?
In all honestly, if alastor had ran into you again before disappearing he would have made a deal with you
You intrigued him in a way that he hadnât felt in years, the familiarity he felt towards you almost made him nostalgic
But letâs say he did offer you a deal on the day you met
It would be something similar to your deal with vox, your soul in exchange for food, water, shelter and protection
Heâd give you a small cottage away from the city and close to the cannibal colonies, somewhere where you could live without the worry of being hurt or killed
Your fridge would always be stocked with food every week and you had all the things you could need in the cottage with you
Now you expected there to be a huge workload after you found out what a prominent demon alastor was, but all you had to really do was be his assistant and help him with his broadcasts
You were his assistant for a few weeks before he disappeared and suddenly you were alone again
You were still taken care of in the essential ways, your always had food and water in your little cottage and Rosie checked up on the cottage once a week to make sure you were still alive and safe
But you were lonely, so you started to help out Rosie in the cannibal colony every now and again
And you continued like that for seven years, until alastor finally returned
Rosie had let you know about his return and warned you that he would call on you soon and not to ask him to many questions
It was whiplash for you, one minute you were making some tea in the kitchen and the next you were standing in the hotel lobby with a look of shock
Alastor introduced you to everyone and informed you that youâd be staying at the hotel with him to help Charlie with her vision
You were mainly there to help alastor and be his entertainment, but you did help nifty with chores and even cooked meals for everyone
Charlie was ecstatic to have a younger soul with them and claimed that youâd be perfect for redemption
Her girlfriend, vaggie, on the other hand was extremely cautious around you since you were associated with alastor
Husk knew of you from whispers from some of the other souls alastor owned
At first he pitied you since he knew what it was like to be leashed by alastor, and then he saw how much alastor favoured you and treated you much nicer than he treated any of his other souls
Husk couldnât help but feel bitter of the fact that he was in a much worse situation than you, but he eventually grew to like you since he understood you were practically a kid compared to him and he wouldnât wish his fate on anyone
You and angel wouldnât be as close as you were if you were the Vs pet, but youâd both still be friends
Alastor wouldnât be fond of sharing you with the rest of the hotel since you were there to be his entertainment, but when he made comments about it and gave you an unnecessary workload he got a very harsh scolding from Rosie
I believe that alastor would become like a mentor to you, almost fatherly but not too much
Itâs canon that alastor would be a terrible father but a great mentor so I could see him teaching you how to use your power to its full extent and heâd like combining your powers together
I like to imagine that when you and alastor combine your abilities then it would start off as a 1920s jazz music sound and would contain techno beats when you join in
Your relationship with alastor would be almost parallel to yours and vox if you were the Vs pet
It would be less cruel and youâd be much happier, but there would still be a hint of obsession in the relationship
Alastor would definitely be somewhat possessive of you in a certain way, the same way a male deer is protective of its children
Heâd like getting to know you and finding out what the connection was between you to
The Vs would absolutely despise you since you were associated with alastor and the first time they met you was through one of Vox and alastors fights
So overall I think youâd be much happier and safer with alastor but that doesnât exclude you from still feeling like a pet
But at least with this path, youâd have a chance at redemption for you
Thatâs if alastor didnât drag you back from the pearly gates by a leash
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âAnd this little dear is my darling assistantâ is the first thing you hear as your pulled from the shadows, you could recognise that voice anywhere.
One minute you were stood in your lovely kitchen and now your stood trying to take in what seems to be a hotel.
You try and hide your surprise as you turn to find your owners crazed grin staring down at you.
âWhat am I doing here alastor?â You question with a confused tone. You know you shouldnât question him, Rosie had warned you against it, but you couldnât help your curiosity âwhere have you been?â
Alastors eye twitches in what seems to be irritation as he stares down at you, you could see a cat demon behind alastor wince in what looked like fear before alastor wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
âNevermind that, my little doeâ alastor says with an over exaggerated laugh âIâve brought you here because Charlie here has an idea to redeem demons, truly laughable I know but Iâve taken it upon myself to help her achieve this pipe dreamâ
Alastor laughed with radio static as a background before turning you to look at him once again.
âAnd I knew I wouldnât be able to do it without my dearest little fawnâ alastor said with a grin as his claws pinched your cheek in what could be seen as threatening or playful, you gave up guessing a long time ago âso from now on youâll be staying here and helping me with this hotel, okay dear?â
You simply nodded at his question, knowing you had no grounds to refuse your owner. You had to play the loyal pet once again.
âPerfectâ alastor said with pep in his tone as he let go of you and face you in the direction of the bar ânow run along and get to know the others while I talk with Charlie about your rooming arrangements, Iâll call you back when I need youâ
You nodded as you begin walking to the bar and you take a seat next to an extremely tall spider man who eyes you with curiosity. Youâre in front of the cat demon from earlier who also regards you with intrigue.
âHiâ you say almost shyly as your ears remain pinned against your head, you hadnât talked to someone other than Rosie or alastor since you made your deal and this entire experience was outside your comfort zone.
âHeya tootsâ the spider demon spoke unsurely as he looked down at you âwhereâs smiles been keepinâ you then?â
âHm?â You make a questioning sound as your head tilts in a confused manner
âHe means heâs not seen you around, no one hasâ the cat demon clarifies with a gruff tone âitâs weird for alastor not to cash in on a favour from his souls, angel here wants to know where alastors been keepinâ youâ
âOhâ you say with a confused look âI donât think heâs kept me hidden exactlyâ
âWell I only heard about you through whispers, but I assumed it was just rumoursâ husk responds gruffly âno one knew alastor had an assistant until a few days ago when he mentioned bringing you hereâ
âDidnât think smiles had it in himâ the spider, angel, comments before looking you up and down âyour a bit young for him though, donât ya think huskâ
Husk nods cautiously as he takes in your appearance, you couldnât have been been more than eighteen.
âItâs not like thatâ you assure with a mildly disturbed face at the thought of the insinuation
âThan what are you to smiles toots?â Angel asked curiously âbecause he certainly seemed fond of youâ
You think for a moment on how to explain your connection with alastor before speaking cautiously
âWell, Iâm his-â you were about to answer but alastors call interrupted you.
âMy dearâ alastor called for you âdonât you think itâs time you and I set up for a broadcastâ
You nod as you abandon the two demons to walk beside alastor on his way to his radio station, like a loyal mutt being called back into the house.
âI think itâs time I show that pesky TV that radio still livesâ alastor comments as he puts his hand on your shoulder and guides you âand with my perfect little assistant, Iâm sure my broadcast will be as great as everâ
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The thing with Nanami, and god there's so many things, is he has a nasty exhibitionist streak.
No one, and you definitely did not (not at first anyway) knew how filthy he could be.
The straight laced, straight faced Nanami Kento who likes to squeeze your ass when everyone's back is turned.
Pull your tits out of your top in a quiet hallway, flicking his tongue against your nipples and sucking noisily as your eyes dart around nervously even if you start to pant open mouthed.
Seated besides you, hand resting on your bare thigh. Face blank, focusing on whatever Yaga is saying during the staff meeting even as his own fingers climb higher and higher, movement shielded by the desk.
(He had mentioned the skirt looked hot on you that morning, and you had paired it with thigh highs because goddamn seeing the way Nanami looks at your exposed skin, pupils blown wide always sends a shock of lust to your crotch.)
"You only have yourself to blame," he leans over and murmurs in your ear. And fuck, you hate how easy you make it for him because you can already feel the heat curling in your pussy from just those words.
His fingers stroke your inner thigh, so gentle and teasing it almost tickles. You shift, subtly parting your legs. Definitely making it too easy for him, and Nanami's thumb ghosts over your panties, thumb grazing your clit as you try not to jerk at the contact.
With his index and middle fingers, he rubs up and down your folds and you can feel your cunt growing wetter with each movement, your underwear now starting to get uncomfortably soaked from your arousal. His thumb is still caressing, kneading your now swollen clit. Applying even pressure as you bite down on your lip and struggle not to moan.
You know that if anyone bothered to look at you now, the red flush on your face would be a dead giveaway.
Then in one quick motion, he slips his fingers under your fabric. Dips them knuckle deep into your tight wet hole.
You taste the metallic tang of blood burst onto your tongue. You're biting your lip so hard, breaking skin, just to stop yourself from groaning.
Then that bastard, that utter bastard, has the gall to remove his hand completely. Leaving you writhing on your chair, dealing with whiplash, crimson faced and desperate for more.
Your gaze flickers down to his cock, and you see it stiff and strained and bulging.
Nanami knows what you're thinking and gives a small shake of the head without looking at you. He hasn't looked at you once through this exchange.
Still doesn't look at you (though he's acutely aware you're watching him) as he brings his fingers, glistening with your juices, up to his lips.
His tongue darts out, licks. He can't resist tasting your pussy even when he should be fully focused on his job and surrounded by other teachers in this classroom.
You watch him with wide eyes, and a whimper finally escapes your lips at how fucking hot this is.
How you know you'll pay him back for the teasing as you milk him dry later, and how he'll lose his composure and impassiveness and pleads with you to let him cum inside your cunt.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Gojo twitch.
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à©â© suguru geto x reader
à©â© cw: smut (minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), unprotected sex, dom!suguru, emotional manipulation, fingering, dubcon, blood, yandere behavior, edging, multiple orgasms, choking, loss of virginity, religious imagery
à©â© wc: 5.1k
à©â© a/n: oooo i am soo normal about cult leader suguru. art by @/wonowono__3 on twitter
He finds you unconscious.Â
He feels you before he sees you â your cursed energy permeates the air with dread. He can feel it in his throat, as if the hand of his past self materialized to strangle him, reminding him of desperation. It wasnât a feeling he was used to, not anymore.
It also felt like death.Â
When he finds you, your body would have easily been looked over, small as you were compared to the vastness of the forest around you. Insignificant, left to rot.Â
When heâd looked at your face, there was recognition in his chest despite not seeing you before. He hadnât been drawn to anyone in a while. He barely had anyone that wasnât at arm's length to him, even his closest devouts, yet something about the delicateness of your face enticed him. A predator finding lost prey.
He finds it mildly sacrilegious to touch you when youâre in this state, but your shirt was saturated with so much blood that it took him a bit to realize that the color of the fabric was supposed to be white and not merlot-red. He lifts your shirt, grimacing at its dampness, and finds a wound that looks fatal.Â
He looks at it and feels the residuals of a nasty curse. By the time he tracks it down, he tortures it with all of the energy inside of him.Â
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You wake up on a futon you donât recognize. You donât remember a thing.Â
You wince as you attempt to rise, clutching your side. Youâre topless, clothed only by gauze covering your chest and ribs.Â
You exhale, closing your eyes. In the darkness behind your eyelids, you see a face with a vacant smile. You are met with that very smile when you open your eyes again.
âWelcome back.â
You blink. He must be the stranger that saved you from â well, what did he save you from? You were used to spirits, took years to adjust to that fact, and have even killed a few yourself. But when you feel the pain in your side, nothing comes to mind.
âYou⊠saved me?â
âI suppose so. It was pure luck that I happened to stumble upon you.â
âWhere â where am I?â
He tells you itâs his temple, then he tells you his name. When he asks for yours, youâre reluctant. Eventually, you tell him. If he was luring you into his trap, you suppose you had fallen into it against your will by pure chance. It was probably better than bleeding out in the middle of nowhere.
âDo you have anyone who will miss you?âÂ
You donât say anything. You think of the dingy studio apartment youâve been subletting for a few months. You try to conjure up a narrative of belonging in your head that would give you any reason for you to leave. Nothing comes.
You shake your head.
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Geto Suguru is the first person to tell you that youâre magic.
You knew that, in some way, ever since you were a child. Your intuition made you a strange child, always slightly cryptic with a sense of maturity that made you seem like a vessel for a sad ghost. Your visions would only get stronger â small bursts of light whiplashing through your mind into images, rapid like a supercut. The things you saw would come true.Â
This is what makes you a good weapon. Ironically, you had always thought of yourself as weak.Â
He was captivating the way a cult leader should be, and you had fallen under his spell. It was his robes and the regal way he carried himself, maybe. You donât think heâs bad â heâs made you important, and youâve never felt wanted before. You were a recluse before Suguru found you. Barely the shape of anything, so he found it appropriate to mold you into something to call his.
Suguru doesnât tell you much. You know that he probably lies to you.
He holds too much power for you to question it. His cursed technique is daunting and his grace is enviable, but heâs mostly kind. You help him when he finds curses, usually the more powerful ones that could threaten him. Able to see into the near future, you can sense their next move each time. It makes it easy to subdue them to Suguruâs advantage.
You also find that he is regarded as something of a saint to non-sorcerers. Something twists in your gut when you watch his exorcisms, seeing the immediate relief in the faces of his followers. They look at him with so much adoration that it makes you self-conscious that you share the same disposition.
He tells you youâre his favorite and the feeling dissipates.
You like how ritualistic living in the temple is. Breakfast at the same time each day. Tea in the garden. Rolling in the gross with bruised knuckles.
You take a liking to his girls. They remind you of yourself, but they lack the meekness you had as a teenager. The twins adore you almost as much as they adore Suguru. They are endlessly fickle, as most teenage girls are, but their devotion is worn candidly in the way they carry themselves. You wonder how they can be so obedient, but you realize that they have known nothing else.Â
Itâs a quiet luxury. You like to pretend that youâre some sort of priestess, sometimes. You had never been as reverent as your mother, but you think that there is peace in serving a God. If not Suguru, then some higher power mustâve granted you another chance at life, even if your new life meant mundane piety.Â
You liked routine â it fit you. You did your part in the temple and Suguru would reward you with gentle praises. You were only one of few sorcerers in his current entourage, so you felt special.Â
Despite this, something felt messing. You often wish Suguru could cast out the malaise inside of you, but youâve carried it in the pit of yourself for as long as you could remember. Even in your pious bliss, you start wondering if the curse that nearly killed you left a part of itself within you. Each day is the same until you wear thin.
When the string finally breaks, you find him with blood on his hands in the templeâs omoya.
Itâs not the blood of a curse, either. Itâs dark crimson, such as the same blood that is inside of you, and on the tatami mat lies the lifeless body of a servant.Â
Shin, his name was. He wasnât much younger than you, but he had the spirit of a boy, always able to make you laugh before he served you breakfast. He had arrived only a few months after you had, citing suicidal ideation as a catalyst to seeking Suguruâs services. Once treated, he had felt larger than life.Â
And now, his face is frozen in time â the look of sheer fear.Â
âUseless monkey,â Suguru tuts, wiping the blood off his face. Youâve seen that look on his face before â when heâs cruel and callous in battle. When he snaps the neck of a special grade curse before he eats it.Â
You run to the bathroom to vomit.
When you emerge, one of the twins looks at you curiously. Mimiko. She smiles at you serenely, her eyes flickering with taunt.Â
âIs everything alright, Y/N-san?â
âY-yes,â you nod. âJust a bit under the weather.â
âAre you feeling sick?â Her eyes light up for a second. âOh, could you be pregnant? Nanako and I really wish there was another kid aroundââ
âNo, no, Iâm not pregnant,â you cut her off, shocked. Did she think you and Suguru were⊠together? Did she think you were his concubine?
âAh. I can get the servants to prepare some ginger tea for you.â
âNo need, Mimiko,â you shake your head, smiling sheepishly. âI just⊠need to get some air.â
She leaves you alone as you walk towards the pagoda. You feel another wave of nausea when you remember Shinâs lifeless eyes. The blood on his throat.Â
You stare at the sunset. Itâs been a long time since youâve left the temple of your own volition. Suguru keeps a tight leash on you nowadays, blaming the unpredictability of your power. Bitterly, you realize that youâre only ever in town alongside him.Â
Sometimes, you miss being a stray.
His presence is immediate. When you turn, his long hair sways in the breeze as he flashes you a cat-like smile.Â
âThought you were trying to run away from me,â he murmurs, walking towards you. âBut youâd never do that, would you?â
âJust⊠enjoying the view.â
He looks at you, amused. It feels belittling.Â
âI apologize. I thought Nanako had locked the door.â
Your blood stills. He saw you. Â
âI thought you only killed curses,â you stammer. For the first time, his presence makes you feel unsafe.Â
âI never said that, sweet girl,â he chuckles. He plays with a loose strand of your hair. âHumans are beneath us, you know that. Humans are the reason curses are created. Curses just like the one that nearly killed you.â
You donât have it in you to protest. Heâs gotten closer to you now. A hand on your waist. His lips kissing your hairline in a way that makes you feel like a child again.
âIâ I liked him,â you stutter.Â
âMm,â he hums. âHe liked you, too. A bit too much if you ask me.â
You stay silent. Only the sound of cicadas fill the air.Â
âItâs not your fault,â he grins. âYou charm anyone you meet by default, you know. But sometimes, these followers⊠they want to threaten our mission. Sometimes, theyâre paid off by sorcerers who are targeting me to gather intel. And darling, when thereâs a target on my back, thereâs a target on yours.â
You pull away from him with wide eyes. His face is neutral. So naive, you are. He was only doing you a favor, but a sheltered girl like you trusts too easily.Â
âJust remember. I will be the only one to protect you.â
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He finds you in the garden.
Youâre surrounded by wildflowers, your yukata loose enough on you that it falls off your shoulder when you sit up to greet him. The sight of your bare skin tokes the fire in his stomach. Heâs dressed more casually tonight, in a plain kimono as opposed to his usual gojo-gesa.
âEnjoying the fireflies?â he asks.
âYes.â
He notices the dark circles under your eyes. Your smile is tired now. You stare blankly as if youâre in a trance.Â
âYouâve been a bit off lately,â he muses. âSomething on your mind?â
You blink at him in surprise, almost regretting it once you make eye contact. The hint of a lazy smile is there while his eyes scrutinize you. It always feels like he can see right through you, observing you just before he eats you whole.Â
âNo, Geto-sama,â you shake your head.
He laughs, rubbing your shoulder. âSo formal with me.â
âShouldnât I be?â you knit your brows. You had been at the temple for less than a year. You werenât intimate with him enough to warrant that. You werenât intimate with him in the way your heart longed for.
âNot with me. Never with me.â
âSuguru.â You mull over the taste of his name on your tongue. The shape of it in your mouth. âIâm okay, Suguru.â
You feel pathetic under his gaze. You can tell heâs waiting for you to say something, sensing the apprehension in your voice. The slight quiver of your bottom lip as you avoid his face.
âIâm just⊠recovering. From my technique, thatâs all,â you say hoarsely.
Itâs not a complete lie â the intensive training with Suguru led you to discover that you could bend time and space to your will in small aspects. Teleporting short distances became a new tool for your arsenal. It was still difficult to manage and exhausting to exert. The other day, your nose had bled so much that you almost thought your membranes would burst completely.
âYouâre exhausting yourself,â he says gently, rubbing a hand to the small of your back. âBut youâre improving rapidly. Iâm proud of you.â
Warmth floods your body at his praise. It was too easy for him to wrap you around his finger, and you were starting to hate it.
âThank you,â you mumble.Â
âDo you feel powerful?â
You take a moment of reprieve when he asks this. Powerful? Despite being a sorcerer and wielding the ability to exorcise the monstrous manifestations of human suffering, you did not feel powerful at all. You never have. If anything, you only felt useful.
âNot really.â
âYou should,â he smiles. âYouâre getting stronger. Weâre untouchable together, you and me.â
You and me echoes loud in your brain. Stitches itself into every crevice unwittingly.Â
âGeâ Suguru,â you swallow thickly. âIs that why you saved me? Because you wanted me to get strong?â
âYes,â he nods without hesitation. âI saw potential in you.â
âIs that all I am? Potential? Iâm justâ just a vehicle for you?â
He leans over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His own hair is down, for once, and you can smell his white tea shampoo as his shoulder touches yours. It almost soothes you.
âYou arenât just a tool to me, you know that,â he sighs, looking at you with intent. âI like taking care of you.â
You nod slowly as you look towards the sky. His words arenât enough to fill the emptiness inside you. His proximity to you makes your chest constrict in the slightest bit, creaking the floorboards of your ribs inside a haunted house body.Â
You shiver when he pulls down your yukata and presses a chaste kiss to your collarbone. It must feel the same as when humans get their curses exorcised by him. Lightness in their being instead of dead weight. Blessed by a god.
âCome inside,â he purrs. âYouâre getting cold, yeah? I can see your goosebumps.â
No. His hands were just colder than you expected.
He gathers his hair into a half-up bun before he brings you to his room for the first time. Itâs rather bare, save for the kotatsu across from his futon and the talismans that are hanging above it. The calligraphy is messy, unintelligible, as if the text was written manically.Â
He sits you down at the kotatsu and pours you bergamot tea. You cough nervously in anticipation.
âSuguru.â
âYes?â
âUm.. how long do you intend on keeping me here?â
He raises a brow. Looks at you like youâve asked something stupid.
âYou have somewhere else to go?â he asks sarcastically.
You triple-blink at his bluntness. He isnât taking you seriously.Â
âWell, I have a friend or two in my hometown. I was thinking aboutââ
Your breath hitches when he grabs your chin. His gaze bores into your face, his lips in a hard line.
âYouâre unhappy,â he says plainly.
âNo, Iâm just not sure if I can completely fulfill the purpose that youââ
âDo you think anyone else will take you in?â he spits. âYou told me yourself. You have no family. You were barely scraping by when you lived alone. With the amount of cursed energy you possess, you think youâll be able to protect your friends from all the curses youâll attract?â
You sink into yourself. As if a switch is flipped, his expression changes completely. Thereâs that familiar softness in his eyes again. God, the tea was making you feel so warm, too. One look from him and you find yourself melting. Even the Devil would swoon.
âDonât you think fate brought us together?â he whispers. âDonât you know how valuable you are to me?â
He almost sounds like he means it. Your rabbit heart speeds up when he strokes your collarbone with his thumb. A heady feeling consumes you and you force yourself to tear your gaze away.
âLook at me,â he demands, grabbing your chin again. He crowds your space, not leaving you any room to breathe. Your gut aches from sudden heat.
âGod made you for me. Donât you know that?â
Your mind goes blank as you nod slowly. He looks at you like heâs starved. No oneâs ever looked at you like that before. No one has ever really looked at you before him.
âIâmâ Iâm sorry, Suguru,â you whisper.
He caresses your cheek, his breath tickling your jaw as he leans in.
âItâs alright, sweetheart. I understand what itâs like to feel a little stir-crazy. Iâll take you out more often, yeah?â
âO-okay.â
He grins and it comes off as sardonic.
âSuch a spoiled girl. Only the very best for my girl, hm? I clothe her, feed her, make her stronger. And what do I get in return?â he scolds, thumb swiping over your quivering bottom lip. âShe tries to run away from me.â
âIâm not,â you pout.
âYouâre not?â he scoffs.
You donât know what to do other than apologize. You were weak like that.
âYouâre so good,â he sighs. âAnd you want to keep being good, is that right?â
âYes,â you mumble.Â
You shiver again when he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand undoing the ties of your yukata. You sharply inhale at the cool air hitting in your nipples, the rest of you trembling at the prospect of being so bare in front of him. God or prophet, you didnât know. All that you know now is that there was no coming back from this.Â
âMy good girl,â he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. âMy best girl.â
You whimper when you feel his tongue on your jaw. His kisses are tantalizingly slow. Teasing. He marvels at the flutter of your lashes in response to his touch.Â
He had tried to deny those feelings in the beginning, but he couldnât help it anymore. He feels as though heâs created you. He liked you delicate, lace winged. A butterfly caught in a jar.
Suguru thinks this is fair. He has always believed in fairness, and although one might argue that his philosophy is a direct contradiction to that, he could beg to differ. Different people had different values, that was all. You just happened to have an advantage in the hierarchy he holds in his head. A precious thing, his treasure.Â
When he turned his back on Jujutsu society by becoming a curse user, he would avenge the suffering of the sorcerers around him. Years of adapting to the taste of shit and vomit would eventually earn him something that made it all worth it. Heâs convinced that something was you.
He was your savior, therefore you were his blessing. It was only fair that he could take you the way he wanted. You were meant to be found by him. You were meant to be kept.Â
You barely put up a fight.
You whimper when he parts your legs with his hands and finds you embarrassingly wet. Every stroke of his hands on your inner thigh has you twitching involuntarily.Â
âOh,â he coos. âLook at that.â
You look away in shame, trying to close your legs, but he forces them open with a bruising grip. Your heart drops to your stomach.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby? You want to be good for me, right?â
You nod without a word, trying to control your breathing. Your brain is telling you that you want this â youâd wanted to be his from the moment you saw him. Your body tells you the same, but dread creeps up your spine.
You gasp when he grazes your clit with his fingers. He plays with it, stares at your cunt through your underwear like itâs a prize.
âLet me see you,â he murmurs. âDonât be afraid. Iâm the only person in this world you can trust.â
He slips your panties off easily and you wince at the sound of your wetness sticking to the fabric. He applies more pressure to your bud, distracting you with his mouth on yours. You mewl into his mouth without realizing and he grins against your lips, slipping his tongue inside.Â
When you feel a finger push into your walls, you convulse in surprise, though you donât pull away like he expects. You merely clutch him harder, your hands wrinkling the sleeve of his haori.Â
âShit, youâre tight,â he rasps. âNo oneâs been here before, is that right? Just me?â
He groans when you look at him with innocent eyes and nod meekly. Of course he would be your first. You were nothing but a wounded dog when he found you, barely had a life of your own before he took you. You were pure and the world was keeping you for him. It was meant to be.
âS-SuguruâŠâ you breathe. Heâs pulled you into his lap now, your cunt getting his kimono wet. The slick of your cunt around his finger is enough to make blood rush to his cock.Â
âSo pretty,â he mumbles. In one fell swoop, he takes you in his arms and carries you to the futon. You squeak in surprise at being lifted off the floor so quickly and so easily.Â
He takes the pause in his actions to undress himself, slipping off his robes, and when you see the thickness of his length prodding against his toned stomach, your mouth goes dry.Â
âCâmere,â he beckons. You obey.
He kisses you sweetly on your mouth and then down your jaw, squeezing your breasts. Your breath hitches as he takes the time to rub his thumb over your nipples. Suddenly, his teeth graze your chest. Biting, tasting. Forbidden fruit.
You let out a quiet moan and he chuckles. âSo sensitive.â
Without a warning, he plunges two fingers into your cunt and you nearly cry out. Thereâs a choked noise, something in between pleasure and resignation. Itâs all too much. When he adds a third finger and feels much less resistance, he laughs.Â
âTaking me so well. Youâre doing so good,â he encourages before lapping at your chest again. When his fingers curl at just the right angle, your vision starts to get fuzzy. His thumb on your clit only intensifies the feeling.
âI c-canâtââ
âHm? Use your words.â
âIâm⊠Iâm gonnaâŠâ
His movements still and you nearly scream. He pulls back to see tears brimming your eyes and he kisses them away gently despite his cruel smirk.Â
âNonono, pleaseââ
âPlease what?â He feigns innocence.Â
You bite your lip, your face too hot to feel comfortable expressing what you want. You feel the ghost of your curse wrap around your throat again. Once again, you find that the ticket to salvation has silky black hair and snake eyes. The artillery of a fallen angel disguised as something pure.
He can tell youâre frustrated but too afraid to voice it. Youâre as pliable as he knew you would be. Endlessly easy to coax a reaction from.Â
âDo you expect everything to be handed to you? Just because youâre mine?â he taunts.Â
His. His. His.
You shake your head, whimpering.Â
âThen ask nicely, baby.â
Your cunt is on fire even though he isnât touching you. When he strokes your lip and pushes his thumb into your mouth, you let him. Your tongue tickles his fingertip.
âAh, so you still have a tongue. You can still speak.â
He laughs when you pout.
âPlease touch me,â you say, your voice as quiet as a breeze.
âWhat was that?â He grins even wider.Â
âPleasetouchme,â you whimper, your voice light as air.âPlease⊠please make me cum.â
âGood girl,â he chuckles, licking into your mouth. His fingers fuck you in earnest now. You feel so full that your eyes roll back. Itâs cute.
Poor thing. Suguru is a patient man, but heâs not sure if he has it in him to wait. He could make you cum three more times so that youâre truly ready for him, but he doesnât want to. He supposes that if he breaks you, youâll thank him anyway. No one else wants you more than him, you had to understand that.Â
His cock throbs at the sight of you coming undone. Itâs nearly animalistic, like provoking violence from weak prey. Cataclysmic like a falling star. Heâs consumed with it, with the fact that he can do this to you and no one else can.Â
He fingers you through the aftershocks, too, until you sob loud enough that his other hand has to cover your mouth. You squirm underneath him, shaking your head in desperation.Â
He admires the slick of sweat on your chest, your glowing figure. When he releases you, he thinks briefly that youâre on the verge of passing out. But you tremble, rapidly breathing, eyes unfocused as your lashes flutter.Â
Suguru licks you off of his fingers and you stare in horror, returning to yourself. It makes him giddy, how even your spirit is infinitesimal.
âYou taste so sweet,â he purrs. He kisses you roughly, tongue prying your mouth open and making you moan. âSee? Sweet. Youâre perfect.â
He likes seeing you all flushed. Glaze on your cheekbones. He thinks he should make you his wife, memorialize your fucked out form with a commissioned painting and hang it above his bed. A good luck charm among the talismans. You look too good to ruin with his cock, but he knows heâd already taken all of you anyway.
Heâll put you back together after. Pamper you with yuzu slices in a hot bath. Play the part of a boyfriend instead of a master.
He pins you down even though he doesnât need to. You let him settle in between your thighs, his aching cock slapping against your stomach.Â
âSo cute when youâre scared,â he chuckles at the look on your face.
âItâs⊠big,â you say meekly.Â
âItâll fit. It wonât be so bad, yeah? I changed my mind about punishing you for trying to run away.â
Panic paints your features.
âI wasnât trying to run away! I promise.â Your lip quivers again. Maybe he should make you beg.
âIs that right?â He leans in, precum spreading on the skin above your cunt, tip grazing your clit just slightly. You bite your tongue so you donât moan from the sensitivity.
âYes. I want to stay.â
âAnd whyâs that?â he jeers.Â
âBecauseâ because youâve given me everything.â
He waits for you to elaborate.
âBecause Iâm yours. IâmâŠÂ your good girl,â you slur through tears, voice above a whisper.
âPoor baby,â he hums. âOf course you are. Always will be.â Whether you like it or not.
You moan at the same time he prods his tip inside. When he sinks in even further, right to the hilt, he becomes delirious with need. It takes everything in him to not pound into you recklessly.
âPretty fucking cunt,â he groans. âSo warm.â
More hot tears, but your dread is replaced with rapture. He fills you up, already poking at the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your body ripples with pleasure as he moves and digs into your guts, an ocean of tender heat.
Itâs a branding. You donât exist if it isnât for him.
âSuguru,â you moan.Â
He kisses your neck, teeth hard on your flesh. Pulling it taut while his tongue rolls in it and leaves mouth-shaped blessings.
His hips drive into you with more force, cock reaching places that your fingers could never reach. You shut your eyes and phosphenes float through the static of blackness. They linger when you open them again, Suguruâs face illuminating in grainy color.
It takes you a bit to realize his mutters, the way heâs babbling through moans.
Good fucking girl. All mine forever. Iâll die with you.
You let out a pitched moan as Suguru wraps his fingers around your throat. Every part of your body feels like itâs bursting. You cum like that, your walls outstretched by his thickness carving you out in the shape of him.Â
âTake it,â he grunts. âTake my cock. Fuck, I think Iâve been waiting for you my whole life.â
Heâll probably obsess over your cunt for ages. The face you make when youâre being used. Your ragdoll body.
His bun had come undone. Even if his cock wasnât in you, your stomach would ache from how beautiful he looked. Eyes focused on you, nearly deranged at the way he was blistering you raw. The cascade of tears down your cheeks. It made him impossibly hard.Â
He pulls out quickly to flip you onto your stomach so he can rut into you from behind. The angle makes it so that his cock is even deeper.Â
âOh, Suguruââ
âYeah, baby? Gonna cum again?â
You whine, all high-pitched and girlish.Â
âTell me youâre mine. That youâll never leave me,â he grunts.
âIâm yours,â you hiccup. âIâll n-never leave you.â
Your cunt was starting to burn, even with how wet you were. Suguru cums with a rough thrust at your words, nose buried in between the lovebirds littering your shoulder. Youâre full of him. He doesnât stop, his dick still hard inside you.Â
âShit,â he hisses, looking down to see his cum oozing out of your pussy, all mixed up in your arousal. âHow are you still so fucking tight?â
He grits his teeth when he feels you squeeze around him. You can barely form words now, crying as you can feel yourself about to cum again.Â
âThatâs it,â he pants. âCum for me, princess. Cum on that cock for me.â
Youâre twitchier this time. Your moan tapers off into squeals as you bury your tear-stained face into the pillow. He follows after you with a gasp, his large body covering you like a cocoon.Â
He kisses the nape of your neck. Between your shoulder blades. His cock stills inside you, but he doesnât pull out until he softens completely. When you stop shaking, he turns you over.Â
âThereâs my angel,â he says fondly. âThought you passed out on me.â
You shake your head. He smiles lazily, leaning to kiss you all over your face.Â
Your bones feel like jelly, but you still switch your positions with intent, and to your surprise, he lets you. Naked and breathing heavily above him, you examine him with his hair spread out on the pillow, cheeks flushed and cherubic. He almost looks innocent.Â
He groans at the way your leaking cunt grinds on his crotch, prompting him to get half-hard already. He grabs your hips at the same time you grab the base of his throat. He laughs.Â
âDo you feel powerful?â
You blink twice and your eyes glaze over.Â
In your vision, you see Suguruâs face flashing you his usual grin, this time showing all his teeth as blood drips from his chin. When you look down at your hands, theyâre saturated in the same red. He kisses you despite it all and you understand.Â
âYes,â you breathe. âI do.â
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Heeeey, Shea. How are you?
I just wanted you to know I love your stories. Kook trio reader and shy reader are my favorite.Â
I know that's not how it went, but I really think in another universe, Rafe would have trouble getting to date shy!reader because she just wouldn't realize he was flirting hard with her. Maybe a bit of self esteeming issues or because she's inexperiente. But, anyway, I see her being completely oblivious about all his efforts and being like "he's so nice, guys. No, he would never flirt with me. You guys are insane" and everyone else would be like "girl... what?". Â
Thank you for your stories, they keep me smiling. <3
- T.
hi t!!! thank you so so much for your kind words, it means so much. i am so glad you love the different readers on this blog! i think your idea is so cute and funny, it suits them perfectly. here's a little bit based on what you sent and i hope you enjoy âĄ
since the day you had met rafeâtruly met him, not counting the multiple instances where you had passed him in tannyhill attached to sarah's hip when he hadn't even realized you'd been thereâyou had been a little confused about the newfound attention he was giving you.
you felt it was strange. sarah was always going on and on about how mean rafe was, how badly he treated others and how he never spared a minute to talk to anyone. but she must have been exaggerating. right?
the rafe that you were becoming more and more acquainted with was nothing of the sort. from the time he had driven you home a few weeks ago to now, he had been nothing but niceâoffering you a ride everytime you were at tannyhill, asking if you wanted anything when he was on his way out. he even went out of his way to find you at the country club, stopping to say hi even if it was in the middle of one of his golf matches.
it was nice. it was really nice. everything sarah had told you about him seemed to be completely wrong, but then you realized it. rafe was probably trying to be a better brother, and starting with being nice to sarah's friends was likely a good jumping off place.
with this notion firmly stuck in your mind, you proceeded to go about your days, smiling sweetly at rafe when he was being so nice and reminding yourself to tell sarahâher brother was making a big effort, and it deserved to be recognized.
"did i see rafe walk away from the course to say hi to you?" sarah asks, and you look up at her, a little surprised. you hadn't brought it up yet, and in all honestly, didn't know when you would.
your other girl friends look a little closer at youâsurprise evident on their faces too. you hate being the center of attention but somehow it feels even worse like thisâthey're all getting the wrong impression.
"yes.. he's being very nice. i think he's trying to make it up to you, y'know, for being mean like you say he is."
"by being nice to you?"
"by being nice to all of us," you add quickly, looking at the other girls, waiting for them to pitch in.
"he's never been nice to me."
"i don't think he's even ever said hi to me."
"so how exactly has he been nice to you?" sarah asks, and you feel your face burn. they still have the wrong impression and you have no idea how you'll correct them.
"well not much," you lie, clearing your throat. "he just gave me a ride home a few times. and he said hi a couple times here. and got me a soda from the gas station the other day."
"not much?" your friend questions.
"he never asks me what i want from the gas station-" you interrupt sarah, eager to make sure they stop speculating.
"he was just being nice. it was nothing, i-"
"what's next?" sarah asks, cocking her head at you. "don't tell me, he lets you pick the music in his car?" she laughs, and the others do too, but you stare back at her blankly.
"just once or twice," you mumble, suddenly finding your drink and the misty glass far too interesting.
"oh my god. he's totally flirting with you." you whip your head up so fast you think you got whiplash.
"you're insane. that is so not what this is. he was just being nice."
"if any other guy did this, you'd be picturing your future wedding-"
"it's not just any other guy, it's sarah's brother. do you see the kind of girls he goes out with? that's how i know he's being nice, i'm nothing like them-"
you feel incredibly flustered, face hot and playing with your hands like you do when you get nervous. your friends are laughing, and though you know it's not at you, you still hate the feeling, feeling like you might burst from the intensity of the emotions you're experiencing right now. first and foremostâthe fact that maybe rafe wasn't just being nice to you.
"yeah?" you hear, though you don't look up. "then why's he walking over here right now?"
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BLEED. â in which the Knave attends to her wounded little sibling.
â trigger & content warnings. depictions of injuries & blood, descriptions of violence, implied murder. 1.4k words.
â pairings & notes. hurt/comfort. arlecchino & younger sibling!reader. reader is a member of the fatui. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). arlecchino is referred to using her real name.
â author's notes. arle <3
    "Oh, youâ you came."
    Their surprise was evident, written all over their features as they stared up at the Harbinger. The eerie, echoing click of her heels cut through the silence that, upon her entry, had befallen the Fatui's medics. The microexpressions on her faceâbrows furrowed inwards, gaze focused on nothing else but them, and lips pointed vaguely downwardsâpromised a fate far worse than death for anyone who dared to interrupt her.
    Arlecchino was a calm, even-tempered woman...
    ...That is, she was a calm and even-tempered woman when her beloved little sibling was both safe and well. However, the blood soaking through the bandages wrapped around the lower half of their torso made it clear that they were not well. Safe, yes, but well? That, they most certainly were not.
    Her tall stance cast a shadow over their body. Perhaps if they were anyone else, they would currently be fearing for their life... but as they gazed up at her with a meek smile, it occured to them that they were definitely concerned (though undoubtedly in a far more lighthearted way than any other person would be).
    "You look so scary like this," they giggled timidly, snapping their gaze away and looking anywhere but at her. Subconsciously, their fingers fidgeted with the blanket draped over their legs. "Don't be mad... I messed up a bit. You know. Thingsâ things happen..."
    Arlecchino sighed, cutting them off: "Are you wounded anywhere else, [Name]?"
    "No. Just there."
    "I see," she muttered thoughtfully, rolling up her sleeves. The inky darkness of her curse pulsed and spread, crawling further up her arms than it usually didâthey couldn't help but frown slightly. Nonetheless, they said nothing of it. She would surely brush them off and tell them to worry more about themselves if they did.
    Arlecchino turned to the nervous agents in the room; the second they did, everyone immediately tried to appear busy, whipping their bodies away from the direction of the Knave and her baby sibling with such speed that it surely gave a few of them whiplash. "You all are dismissed."
    'Get out. Now.'
    With polite acknowledgments to her unspoken command, heads bowing to the Fourth, the Fatui's medics were quick to leave, urgency evident in their speedy steps. Anything they had been working on was long forgotten and left behind; certainly, the soldiers were unconcerned with their work. If anything, the only thing they were concerned with was getting away from Arlecchino. It wasn't very difficult to understand why.
    No agent wanted to so much as imagine what might happen if they were to somehow invoke her fury, especially now of all times.
    Once the final agent had left, and the heavy double doors shutâshockingly without any echo; perhaps the medics were afraid that even closing the door forcibly enough would agitate the Harbingerâtheir eyes shifted upwards.
    "Peruere..." they murmured softly, straightening their spine somewhat and removing the blanket from their legs so that they could gingerly swing them over the side of the bed. They wished not to agitate their wound furtherâit still throbbed and ached, so they knew that one incorrect move would render them doubled over in pain. Their elder sister took notice of their enhanced caution.
    "Did they give you any medication yet?" ArlecchinoâPeruere, rather, inquired. She turned away from them briefly, speedily shuffling through the medical supplies on a nearby table. Scissors, gauze, antibacterial ointment...
    "They tried, but nothing worked... well enough, that is. My fever has gone down since I arrived and it hurts slightly less, but it just hurts far too much for any of their weaker painkillers to be effective. This base isn't well-equipped to handle wounds like this."
    Even breathing was a chore, really; each time their chest rose and fell, painful sparks clawed through their skin, originating at the gash in their side.
    "Hm." Her face twisted and soured somewhat. "...I suppose I have no choice but to speak to the Doctor once we return to the Motherland, then."
    Peruere then began thoroughly scrubbing her hands with special attention to the underside of her nails in one of the medical sinks, as to ensure that she did not cause any kind of infection to fester in their wound.
    Their breath hitched, and they immediately went on to frantically ask, "Aren't you busy? You don't have to come with me. I can return by myself, it really isn't a big deal... even if that means talking to himâ"
    "No." Her eyes shifted to their direction (and for a moment, she couldn't help but think that they looked a little bit like a kicked puppyâdejected and pouty, as if they had somehow upset her). The Knave's tone softened slightly. "No. I do not trust the Doctor around you, nor do I trust these agents to ensure your safety. You are injured. I am the only one who can ensure no harm will befall you."
    "I can defend myself," they asserted. "I'm your sibling, you know."
    "I have no doubt that you can," she softly assured, drying her hands with a clean towel. "However, at the moment, you are in no condition to fight."
    With that, she collected the necessary items and walked back towards their bed. Setting all but the scissors aside, she kneeled down, and began cutting away at the gauze.
    "Did they clean your wound?"
    "Yes."
    She hummed in ackowledgement.
    Peruere's gaze softened somewhat at the sight of their woundâstill wet with blood, the perimeter of the wound lined in matte crimson. She observed the way their stomach heaved with each breath.
    Scorching flames burned in her veins. Had she not known any better, she would resolve to deliver a fate far worse than death to whoever did this, to personally escort them straight to the lowest circle of hell and splatter their guts across the floor.
    (She awaited and anticipated the day that the Doctor somehow, in some way, brought harm to her sibling. Should that day ever arrive, she would finally have a reason, an excuse, to reunite him and the previous Knave.
    Peruere was patient. She could wait.)
    ...She did know better, however, and her sibling was just about as much of a force as she was.
    Whoever did this was certainly already well-acquainted with the devil.
    After squeezing some of the antibacterial ointment onto her fingertips, she gingerly spread it across the area of their wound.
    They grimaced somewhat, body instinctively snapping away from her hands. Peruere's freehand shot out to grab their hip with enough pressure to keep them in place but not enough to hurt them any further.
    "Shh. Be still."
    "But it stings," they whined, shooting her an accusatory glance; there was a glimmer of mischief in their glazed eyes, however, and she immediately understood that whatever they were going to accuse her of was unserious in its nature. "You're making it hurt on purpose."
    At that, the Harbinger rolled her eyes. It was clear that there was no true agitation behind the gesture.
    "No, it doesn't, and no, I assure you that I am not," she replied calmly, continuing to spread the ointment to ensure that every part of the injury was adequately lathered. "I put nothing on it that would make it hurt. Don't be dramatic."
    "Ahh... you're so mean, Per..." they sighed dramatically. "So terribly mean to your beloved, wounded baby sibling~"
    She chose not to feed into their mischief. Instead, she began winding the gauze around their body. Once she felt that it was properly wrappedâcovered with enough layers to keep dirt and debris out of their flesh and bloodâshe pulled. "Is this too tight?"
    A soft hum rose from their throat as they inhaled as to ensure that it really wasn't too tight, even when they breathed deeply. "No. The pressure helps with the pain, actually."
    The Harbinger nodded, securing the end of the gauze. She then roseâthough not fully, and rather bent at the waist somewhat to meet them at eye-level. The hand that was void of any residue from the cream softly carressed their face.
    Her pupils bore into theirs, thumb rubbing back and forth across their cheekbone. She was mindful as to avoid scratching them with her nail. Though she often told others not to gaze into her eyes for too longâ'What you see may not be very pleasant,' she would sayâthey seemed to be an exception.
    In her eyes, as most do, they saw destruction, death, and madness. In them, it did not induce fear. It made them feel safe.
    And perhaps that made them no less mad then their elder sister was.
    That fate, however, was one that they were content with.
    The Knave withdrew, though not before placing a tender kiss on the crown of their head.
    "Rest now. We will depart for Snezhnaya when you awaken again."
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Headcanon thingy, but how would the companions + Gortash react to their lover taking a blow meant for them? (Sweetheart survives, but they'll definitely need some time to recover)
this post would get realllyyyy long if i did all the companions so i did the male companions + gortash, but let me know if u want me to do a separate one for the female companions too đđ
GN!reader, small mentions of violence
GORTASH
heâd prefer for you steer clear of any conflictâ he considers it beneath you to get your hands dirtyâ but he doesnât like to argue. he imagines one of these times youâll learn your lesson, meaning heâs fully expecting you to come crawling back after a good whooping while promising to never do it again
when heâs approached by an angry subordinate, shaking their fist and yelling profanities at him, he easily maintains composureâ he knows his steel watch could reduce anyone to a skid mark on the earth with a simple command. his scrappy sidekick howeverâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ đč
heâs only slightly embarrassed when you jump in front of the aggressor, telling them off for their disrespect. suddenly their anger is directed towards you, resulting in a nasty pop to the face that sends you onto the floor. his eyes widen at the sight of you injured for his sake, and with one sharp inhale, he orders his steel watch to destroy your attacker. (and their family. and their friends. and their acquaintances)
he stays at your side while you get bandaged up, threatening the healerâs life every time you wince. he asks what you learned from this experience, hopeful. you think âi need a thicker skullâ probably wasnât the right answer, seeing as his immediate response is âđżâ LMAO
WYLL
he loves to be the one who swoops in and saves you. it really gives him that âheroicâ feeling (even if you have to pretend to be his damsel in distress). you guys are always giving your enemies the ick đčđč
this all goes to his head though, and he can get a little too cockyâ like when he jumps in to take on too many enemies at once, and is clearly having a hard time defending you both. he tries to maintain his heroic persona, but you canât help noticing how you two are getting backed into a corner
while heâs distracted and putting on a show of chivalry, you see an enemy going straight for his blind spot. itâs too late to retaliate, but you do have enough time to jump out in front of the attack. he watches you fall to the ground in pain, HORRIFIED by the fact that he failed to protect you. he forgets his knightly act in a fit of desperation, fighting as dirty as he needs to so you two have the opportunity to scamper away
he criticizes himself SO badly over your injuries. the hit may have broke your face but his failure broke his soul... đ LMFAO. he vows to you that itâll never happen again, and that heâll be more vigilant than ever from then on outâ cue his extremely rigorous and inspirational training montage
GALE
he usually stays toward the rear during battle, using long range magic attacks while you take care of things in the front. heâs not adept at wearing armor and his robes donât offer much protectionâ itâs just smarter this way
now imagine how his feeble wizard bones begin to quake when an enemy sneaks past you and sprints his way with a melee attack LMFAO. heâs a planner, not an improviser, so his brain races a million miles a minute trying to think of which spell to use. he needs to cast something powerful, but your close proximity makes him hesitate
you notice his stutter and quickly reach out to off the enemy. unfortunately, this results in you turning your back to another and opening yourself up to a sneak attack. youâre hit hard, and it takes you out of the fight. luckily, the last enemy has 1 HP, so he can easily finish them off with a hasty bop on the head from his staff đ„
afterwards, heâs STRICKEN with worry, cradling your face and trying to get you to speak to him clearly. once he realizes that your injury is healable, you get whiplash from how fast he switches back and forth between admiration and concern. âthat was absolutely amazing! đ€© â âI THOUGHT YOU DIED!!! đ”â
ASTARION
you guys are super playful in battle. seeing who can kill the most enemies, doing fun combos together, trash talking (itâs giving legolas and gimli). fights with him on your team are rarely serious
heâs quick and alert, so heâs an expert at dodging attacksâ it just so happens that youâre standing behind him one of these times, and you end up taking the full force of the blow in his place. heâs used to teasing you for your misfortunes in battle, so his first instinct is to point and laugh đ
when you donât get up and give him a bloodstained grin, he realizes something is seriously wrong. a wave of panic washes over him, and the last thing he remembers is switching into feral vampire mode to get you two out of there safelyâ iâm talking ripping out throats with his teeth đč
youâre immediately scolded once you come to; âimagine how bad that couldâve been!â, and âyou scared me half to death!ââ a.k.a he feels SO BAD for letting this happen LMAO, and he 100% blames himself for not knowing you were behind him. he admits it was his fault after you promise to be more careful, and he promises that he will be too (with a little leg room for fun, of course)
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Don't tease - Tsukishima x reader
A/N: 1k, fluff, requested by @missalienqueen
Tsukishima is going to be the death of you.
âYou really wanna do it that way?â
You tense immediately, hoping heâll leave you alone just once. But to no avail.
âI didnât think Iâve ever seen a filing system this⊠creative,â Tsukishima drawls. Heâs looming over you, a tall shadow of incessant teasing. Ever since youâve started working at the museum, he seems to have it out for you. He shows up during your tours, butts in when you get a few hours to yourself to work on your recent thesis and just never leaves you alone.Â
If he could keep his mouth shut doing so, it would only be half as harrowing, because heâs actually kinda cute - as long as heâs not narrowing his eyes at you like this.
Tsukishima often reminds you of your old principal. That man too had been a pole of judgment, always present at the wrong time. You had hated that man and Tsukishima was beginning to⊠okay, you werenât kidding anyone, you could probably never hate Tsukishima. If he isnât tormenting you, heâs polite and sincere in his work and you can tell by the way he treats the rest of the staff that he can be kind when he wants to.Â
So why does he treat only you like this?
âLet me do it,â he insists at that moment. âWouldnât want you to break a nail from all the hard work.â
Your mouth opens before you even register it. âIf you want to work as an Educator instead of a Curator you could have just applied for that position when it was free instead of trying to bully me out of it.â
Tsukishima stiffens. Heâs never resembled a pole more than at this moment, all his limbs locked tight to his body as he stares into space. You canât really tell if his face is turning pale too because your own body is locking up, heat flushing your face as you press a hand to your mouth. Youâve never been this bold before.Â
âIâm sorry!â You rush out when you can speak again, âI didnât mean-â
âBut you did.â He insists, voice low and⊠dejected? No, you have to be mistaken.
âI⊠well⊠yeah.â You stutter. âI mean⊠You have it out for me. I donât know what I did to deserve that treatment, but if you want my job so bad, you should have just applied for it. The position was vacant for months.â
âI donât want your job,â Tsukishima presses through his teeth. His eyes are looking everywhere but at you. His cheeks are flushed now and you can almost see steam coming from his ears when he adds: âI want you.â
You blink.
You blink again.
Tsukishima pushes himself away from the filing cabinet, his movements stiff and awkward.
âIâm sorry I made you think I was bullying you.â His voice sounds almost unfamiliar.Â
When he bows you notice how red his neck has gotten.
He really is ashamed.
âYou have a weird way of showing that.â Your hands itch to hold onto something. To make sure that this is real.Â
âI⊠wellâŠâ Tsukishima rubs his neck with one hand, eyes darting across the room. âIâve been told before that teasing someone instead of clearly communicating could go wrong but I didnât really believe it. After all, it worked for my⊠friend.â
âYour friend was probably nicer about it.â You point out, your tongue heavy in your mouth. What are you supposed to do now? Knowing he likes you?Â
âI⊠probably.â He swallows thickly, offers you his hand. âIâm sorry. It wonât happen again.â
You shake it. The warmth of his skin against yours and the strength of his grip sends a shiver up your back.Â
He turns, cheeks still pink.
âWell, Iâll⊠Iâll let you do your work then. Iâm sorry I interrupted.â
Tsukishima is almost at the door when you untangle the knot in your tongue, brace against the nervous stutter of your heart.
âYou could have just asked me out.â
He swirls around so fast you fear itâs going to give him whiplash. The look on his face is something you want to burn into your brain. Itâs the delight of a child mixed with the anxiety of someone whoâs been let down before. His eyes narrow immediately like he has to make sure youâre not playing him.
You nod, no longer able to form words.
âSoâŠâ He clears his throat. âAre you⊠free? Tonight?â
You nod again.
A smile lights up his face, boyish and bright. Your heart stops for a second before it hammers at twice its usual speed. Tsukishima is going to be the death of you.
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Tsukishima is going to be the death of you.
âYou really wanna do it that way?â
You nod, typing away. Behind you, the cushions of your shared couch rustle as he maneuvers around. He leans onto you, heavy and warm, face pressed into your neck.
âBut I want to cuddle.â Tsukishima drawls.Â
âAnd I want to finish this thesis. You told me I would have more than enough time today.â
âAnd you will. You just have to cuddle first.â
You try to send him a glare, but his face is hidden away in your hair.
âTsukishima!â
âKei,â he corrects you immediately.
âTsukki,â you compromise and he groans.Â
âIf someone would let me focus, Iâd be finished in half an hour and then we could cuddle.â
He huffs. âYouâre no fun.â
âYouâre not either.â
âFine.â He gets up. His tone is all snappy, but he winks at you to let you know he doesnât mean it. He still might be infuriating and annoying, but heâs gotten way better at communicating when heâs actually mad and when heâs just playing for cuddles.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask when he stalks toward the bedroom.
âIâm going to put on my cutest outfit. Weâll see if that convinces you.â
âTake your time!â You call after him as you pick up your typing. âAnd send a picture to Yamaguchi when youâre done. Iâm sure heâll appreciate seeing you in the Dino-Onesie he bought you.â
He sends you one last glare.
You return to your document, surprised to realize that all youâve left to do is write the last paragraph. If you keep at it, youâll be finished before the Onesie is zipped up.
With a confident grin you pick up speed.
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