#so i really want to be able to express like oh the text shakes here or it waves here but i dont want the way to be super intrusive.

[codacheetah]

I enjoy my spreadsheet as u can tell by my post sprees abt it but I'm really trying to figure out a way to signify formatting. The downside of a sheet is I can't really incorporate text shake or waves or any of the fun silly stuff that would be more achievable on a website probably so....hm

[literaila]

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gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: it's midnight and satoru's bored

warnings: abandonment issues, anxiety, and gojo <3

a/n: angst tomorrow?

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second year, month five.

you're sitting on your bed, reading through an old textbook that nanami gave you (for some indiscernible reason) when there's a knock on your door. 

pounding, actually. it shakes the walls and makes you jump. 

there's a distant chuckle from the other side of the door. 

no one really comes to check in on you, so this is unusual. even after living at jujutsu high for four months, you're finding it difficult to fit in. 

maybe it's the fact that you were a month late to join your classmates, maybe it's because you find yourself pushing any available person away (because of fear, or insanity, or...), or maybe it's just that you can't relate to anyone for the life of you. 

but, either way, the last person to knock on your door was yaga, who came to wake you up to go out on your second day here. 

and, it's midnight, so unless someone's dying-- 

you sigh, shaking your hair out of your face. your eyes burn from staring at the small text for so long, so you rub them, hoping that you fell asleep and this is a dream. 

it's not, apparently, because there's a second knock, much louder than the first. so you reluctantly get up and go to the door. 

you try to tip-toe across the floors, hoping that the person hellbent on speaking to you can't hear you creeping up to the peephole. 

"let me in," someone says because they have any right to demand anything of you. 

you cross your arms like he can see you, and wait. 

"y/n?" gojo whines, and there's a thud as he slumps against the door. you can almost hear him breathing. "please. it's important." 

you wait another moment, for an explanation (which is unlikely) or for him to leave (which won't happen). you should've pretended to be asleep. then, after you realize he's going to wait, you sigh and unlock the door. 

and when you open it, gojo falls right on top of you. 

"ugh," you say, pushing him off, not caring about the two seconds it takes him to regain his balance. "you're heavy." 

" i work out. i'm made of muscle." 

you roll your eyes. "what do you want?" you ask, crossing your arms. you make sure not to open the door all of the way. lord knows that gojo has a way of slipping through the cracks. 

"no one else is around," he whines, "and i'm bored." 

"okay? go step on some ants or burn down your room or something. i'm going to bed." 

you should be nicer to your classmates--the people whom you literally entrust your life with--but you can't help your hard exterior. at least you know that no one will be able to break through it if you don't let them. 

and plus, gojo kind of annoys you (and is maybe, a little bit, amusing).

gojo looks you up and down with a brow raised. how you're able to see him from behind his ridiculous sunglasses, who knows. 

he's clearly questioning your outfit and the shoes you're still wearing inside your room. it was a mistake to stay in your uniform. 

"you don't look very tired," he says, smiling at you. his face is unwrinkled and youthful. he looks like a boy and acts like a child. 

"you're terrible at reading people." 

"hey, no i'm not. i can tell you want to hang out with me." 

"can you?" 

"mm-hmm," he hums, grinning as he tries to lean forward, into your room. 

"where's suguru?" 

he gives you a skeptical look. "why do you wanna know?" 

you snort. "cause usually you'd be bothering him." 

"oh," he grins, undeterred by your insult, "he went to see his family." 

you frown. "oh." 

"and before you ask, shoko said that she's tired of me," he pouts a bit, but behind his notorious smile. gojo is an illusion of expressions. you've never seen anybody's face move so quickly, or shift so subtly. "now can i come in?" 

you weigh the cost and benefits of allowing satoru gojo to intrude on your saturday night, and how likely you'll be subjected to him in the future. (is he going to damage you if you let him in? are you going to let him break you?).

but he's leaning down so you can see the tips of his lashes, and he's smiling like he already knows your answer. 

so you sigh, hesitantly, and open the door a bit more. "don't touch any of my stuff." 

"wow," gojo says as he walks in, by-stepping you and ignoring the glare you shoot his way. "you're a terrible decorator." 

he's right. you haven't bothered to put anything up on the walls, even after almost half a year. a small part of you has been too worried that you won't be here for long. that you might die, or... 

"sorry it's not up to your standards," you roll your eyes, going back to sit on your bed and leaf through the stupid textbook again. "but, you know, luckily, you have your own room. i can show you where it is, if you forgot. we can go there now." 

"subtle," he says and messes with a couple of books on your shelf. you doubt he's going to pick one up and ruin it, so you ignore him. 

you could complain about him touching your things like you just told him not to, but it's probably not going to get you very far. plus, you don't want to say something he can laugh at. or something to make him leave. 

but after a moment, you can't help yourself. 

"why are you up, anyway?" you ask him, trying to sound more annoyed than you are. "didn't you have to leave early for a mission this morning?"

"are you keeping tabs on me?" 

"you were bragging about a 'solo' mission all through dinner last night. it was impossible not to overhear." 

gojo sighs. "i don't get a lot of sleep. it's too lonely." 

"i've heard some very interesting rumors about you and suguru's cuddling rituals." 

he grins but doesn't say anything, teasing you with just his eyes. 

after a second of it, you ask, "don't you have a family to go home to?" 

he turns to you, tilting his head, long fingers tapping along your appliances. "clans are more like... begrudged allies than families. i haven't seen my parents in..." he whistles, shaking his head. but it doesn't seem to bother him, because he shrugs after, and resumes his snooping. 

that... actually explains a lot. 

at least he's like the rest of you. 

gojo, abandoning your books--which he probably can't read--goes to sit down on your swivel chair, spinning around. "what about your family? don't you miss them?" 

you give him a tired look. "seriously? you think i don't know that you guys talk about me when i'm not around?" 

gojo bites his cheek, having the gull to not even blink, and then a reluctant smile makes its way to his lips. "who told you?" 

"haibara can't keep a secret to save his life. don't gossip around him anymore." 

he shakes his head, grinning at you again. gojo knows no shame. "well you started pretty late into the semester," he says, "that's not very typical." 

you roll your eyes. 

"so. not going home?" 

"i'm not welcome in my parent's house, anymore," you say, trying to act like the words mean nothing. you could be discussing your favorite color. "as i'm sure you know." 

"did they kick you out?" 

"do you really want to talk about this? it'll probably bore you." 

he shrugs. "nothing else to do." 

you sigh, shutting your textbook.

maybe it's because gojo doesn't seem to actually care, or because you've been alone all day--with lots of time to spend spewing over choices that weren't yours. either way, the words make their way to your lips before you can stop them.  

"both of my parents pretty much ignored me as soon as i turned ten and started having nightmares about the monsters i was seeing around our house," you shake your head, swallowing, "and after yaga scouted me this year, they decided i'd probably be better off with 'people like me.' so, no, i'm not going home. i'm sure they've already moved." 

gojo stares at you like he's trying to discern if you're telling the truth or not. 

you probably shouldn't have said anything. but it's not your fault that no one's had the guts to ask before him, or that you've been dying to talk about it. 

you roll your eyes. "satisfied, gojo?" 

"satoru," he says, grinning. "anyone who's got a clear attitude problem gets to call me by my first name." 

"did your 'begrudged allies' forget to teach you manners?"

he hums. "i think i skipped those lessons." 

you snort. 

you could thank him for not pitying you--for not saying a single thing about how you didn't deserve it, or that it isn't fair--but you don't. it doesn't feel necessary. 

"suguru's family is like that," he adds because this is a normal thing to discuss with an acquaintance you've hung out with once. "but he's too righteous to cut them off." 

"yeah, i don't have that issue." 

he laughs, spinning around again. then he stands up and plops down on your bed, unwarranted, taking off his glasses so he can lie on his side. 

and then he sits there, staring at you. 

it only takes thirty seconds for you to break. 

"did someone surgically implant diamonds into your eyes?" you demand, kicking his foot away from yours. his body is warm against yours, and it makes you wonder if he's got a fever. 

he would come and bother you just to get you sick. 

"these are all-natural, sweetheart," he whispers, fluttering his lashes. he doesn't look away for a moment. his eyes are prettier up close, you suppose, when you can see them in their full glory. they look less alien, somehow less intense. 

"what are the glasses for anyway?" 

"try 'em on." 

he hands them to you, grinning like he knows something you don't, and you take them--maybe just so you can smudge the lens. 

they are surprisingly light, and warm. you put them over your eyes, blinking. 

"oh, are you clinically blind?" you ask, feeling slightly bad for bringing it up. he's probably going to pull your hair and lock you in your room now. 

satoru snorts. "no, i just don't need to see, unlike some people." 

"...was that supposed to be a brag?" 

you take off the glasses, wincing at the light. then you hand them back to him, tingling skin where your fingers brush his. 

"it would drain my cursed energy if i didn't wear them," he says, "'cause i see a lot more than you do." 

"okay? so it’s not to keep people from screaming when they see you?”

he pinches your thigh in retaliation, scoffing. “i am beautiful.”

he shakes his head, but leaves the glasses off, setting them on his stomach, and closing his eyes. one hand travels to the top of his head, as he relaxes into your bed. 

you'll probably need to wash the sheets after this. 

"hey," you say after he's been still for a minute. "satoru. you can't fall asleep here. i thought you wanted to be entertained."

"then entertain me." 

you roll your eyes, even though he's not looking. "i'm not your servant. go back to your room if you're just going to bed. i'm not cuddling with you." 

"i promise i'm good at it. ask suguru." 

"he's not here, so i can't." 

satoru sighs, opening his eyes again. "talk about something." 

"like what?" 

"uh... your favorite movie." 

"i don't watch a lot of movies." 

he sits up. "what?" he asks, genuinely shocked. 

you roll your eyes at him again. 

and, okay. despite his attitude, and his freaky eyes, you guess it is... nice, to be called upon. 

and as satoru sits there, talking to you about the most ridiculous of things, you feel settled in. unafraid of saying something wrong or pushing him away. 

it's good, you suppose, easy. 

*

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[pennjammin]

JJK ROOMMATES (aka my tumblr debut)

summary! he comes home to find that you’ve been drinking, and sees you in a rather… compromising situation of sorts. things are said, some teasing is done, and your relationship with your roomie is forever changed.

PAIRINGS. gojo/reader, nanami/reader, choso/reader

CONTENT: implied smut, switch!reader, slight exhibitionism, cunnilingus, afab!reader

this is my first post on tumblr!! i hope everyone enjoys. crit welcome ^.^

GOJO [with Geto + Toji Cameo.] oh so you can twerk on your friend? come show me what that ass is really good for.

You had invited your girls over for a sleepover. A small group, only three of you. The goal had been to get wine drunk, paint, and play some drinking games. (Like naming all the things you like about Satoru Gojo.)

A few glasses in and plans had changed, though.

You were in the center of the living room, the furniture moved out of the way, as you all had a ‘dance battle.’ But you were so far gone off of wine by now, that you were basically just dry humping your friends and taking turns throwing it back on both of them while they cheered you on.

You could smell the noise complaint letter from the landlords a mile away, but right now you didn't care.

The wine had your senses tingling. You could sense the unwanted urge to text your roommate and ask him what he was doing. But you knew full well that he had declared his own plans away from home with his friends, and that it was not your place to rush him.

But God, it was so hard. Your impulse control had practically vanished by now. It would be nothing to sneak away and call Gojo, putting on your whiny voice that always got him to fold like a lawn chair.

As if eavesdropping on your thoughts—right when you were in the middle of bending down in front of your friend to touch your toes and hit an extremely raunchy dance move—the front door busted open and in walked Gojo with two of his friends you'd only seen a few times: Toji and Geto.

Gojo was carrying a tower of pizza boxes while Geto held two thick bottles of clear liquor, and Toji stood empty-handed, a smirk on his face.

"We're crashing your party!" Gojo announced, sitting the boxes down on the counter. If not for his sunglasses, you would be able to see his eyes practically burning through your clothes.

You didn't bother straightening up or pretending that you weren't just throwing ass on your friend. And she certainly didn't pretend not to be catching all that you were throwing.

And the boys certainly didn't pretend to not be looking.

Y/F/N who had been standing to the side, recording, dropped her phone and spoke up, annoyance in her tone.

"Who the hell invited you?" she demanded.

"Well, I do live here, so write that down,” Gojo retorted, coming around the island, pointing at you. "Secondly, look at how you have my roommate acting. Looks like I got here just in time. I didn't even know she knew how to..." his eyes had latched back onto your ass. "Do that."

"Jealous that someone knows how to twerk better than you, Satoru?" Geto chimed in.

Gojo was silent, as that was clearly not what he was jealous about.

“Alright, sounds like a twerk battle is in order!” Toji boomed, clapping his hands, walking towards you girls.

“They just want to see us shake some ass,” your friend whispered from behind you, as you stood straight with your back to her.

You giggled, not caring in this slightest if it was a trap, as you’d gladly show off your skills to the white-haired boy. His friends could look if they wanted to, but it was his gaze, his opinion that mattered most to you.

The boys piled into the living room with schoolboy expressions and tried to sneak onto the couch.

Your girls immediately started exclaiming, “absolutely not!” “Get your ass up and twerk.” “You thought this was just going to be between us girls?”

The boys insisted on you allowing them to catch up to your level of drunkenness, to which you agreed.

And that is how you ended up in the corner of the living room, grinding on Gojo's lap.

The scent of tequila clouded the room. The music, at some point, had been switched from thumping party music to soft reggae, the lights all turned down.

Toji and your friend (who had yelled at the boys) were eating each other’s faces in the kitchen, and your other drunken friend was in deep conversation with an equally as drunk Geto on the couch; both of them sitting cross-legged and dangerously close, in their own bubble.

Everyone was occupied. So no one noticed Gojo's hands drunkenly slithering up your back side, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips, his breath hitching as he tried to keep himself quiet.

You kept dragging your hips forward and backward on his clothed dick—that had long since hardened beneath you—the world fuzzy around the edges as you barely registered what exactly it was you were doing.

The "twerk battle" had been just this, essentially since it started, because Gojo had lost his mind when you'd started throwing it at him, and the liquor had gotten the best of his lightweight ass.

"Y/N, wait..." he groaned out suddenly. “What are we doing?”

A surge of confidence washed through your veins as you stood and turned, wanting to see his face. His blinking eyes, now free from the sunglasses, were stunned as he stared at you, lips parted.

“What do you think we’re doing?” you questioned, biting your lip, perching yourself back up on his lap and proceeding to make the same motions with your hips from before.

A low groan escaped from deep within his throat.

“But Geto and—“

You placed a finger over his soft lips. He bared them back to nip the tip of your finger with his teeth. The sensation flooded your nerves, down to your core.

“Do I hear the Satoru Gojo being… shy?” you teased.

His hand flew to your throat in a flash, the pads of his fingers pressing into your glands and forcing your face towards his, the aroma of different kinds of liquor mixing together in the air between you.

“Who’s shy?” he purred, cocking his head to the side. “You honestly saying you can handle being fucked in front of your friends? That what you want?”

You gulped a bit.

“I…” The words got hung in your throat.

“As I figured,” he cooed, pulling you even closer to him. “It’s alright, we’ll kick everyone out soon, and then I’ll mark you all over this livingroom. But for now, keep grinding, princess.”

NANAMI miss me so much you had to touch yourself in my shirt baby?

Maybe just a little masturbation wouldn't hurt. To rub one out quickly and relieve some of the pent up energy you had from not having a partner in months couldn’t possibly be weird.

Except for the fact that here you lay, a bottle of tequila with a noticeable dent in it on the table next to you, snuggled up in one of Nanami's big, blue dress shirts. You'd never admit this to him aloud, but on these times that he was gone on long trips, you missed him.

At first you'd chalked it up to missing the security that came with living with a man, but you realize now it was one-hundred percent his company, his warmth, him that you missed. His shirt was the only thing that filled the void for you. You’d secretly wear them all week, but this was the first time you’d found yourself masturbating in one.

One minute you’d been sipping curtly on your tequila, the next you’d begun picturing Nanami; his fingers unclasping the heavy golden watch that he always wore, then you’d laid back on the couch and imagined what other things his big fingers could do.

Your hands found the top button of his shirt, and then the second, and then the third, until your breasts came free, the cold air eroticizing your nipples until they were so hard that it hurt. You slid a hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and began to tease yourself, the free hand twisting one of your nipples as you let out a gasp.

You could smell Nanami's cologne. Strong, but sweet; just like him. The scent of a man in general was driving you forward as you slid your fingers across your slick clit in circular motions.

You kept inhaling deep breaths through your nose to get more hints of the cologne; his general musk. You couldn't help picturing his face with his lips parted in pleasure, his hair between your fingers, his hands sliding up your arms, binding them together with harsh ropes—

You gasped as you tried to shake such nasty thoughts about your sweet roommate away, but the pleasure coming from your wild imagination was adding to your arousal.

His face appeared in your mind’s eye all over again. You shut your eyes and finally stopped fighting it. You were aching to slide a finger in, so you gave your body exactly what it wanted. You let out a gasp, a gasp so loud that it masked the sound of the door opening.

You began pumping your finger in and out, wringing pleasure from every stem of your nerves. You whined at the intensity, still seeing Nanami in your mind's eye, hovering over you. He’d massage your thigh with his free hand as his fingers pumped mercilessly into your dripping core. Despite his innocence, you knew he’d put your pleasure first. You knew he could take care of your needs and satisfy your hunger. Another whine fell from your mouth.

By this point you needed those restricting lace panties to come off and give you more room to open your legs. You opened your eyes so that you could see what you were doing, and when you did, your visions of Nanami didn't go away, because he was standing over you.

You let out a yelp and immediately took your wet finger out of your core, using your hands to pinch his shirt closed and hide your breasts.

"N-Nanami, you're home,” you rasped, your throat dry from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I—“

"No, I-I'm sorry," sped out of his mouth, cutting you off. "I should have looked away the second I saw you."

His cheeks were as red as yours felt. And yet, the expression his face did not seem very sorry. It was an expression similar to a starving man watching people eat through the window of a restaurant.

"I've never come home to a woman touching herself in my shirt, though," he added sheepishly, swallowing so hard that his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

"I just..." you started, sitting up, your heart racing; as you still hadn't shaken the embarrassment. You didn't know what to say, so you started gushing out apologies. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, this is weird and creepy and—"

"So fucking hot," Nanami breathed.

"W-What?" you blinked up at him, unsure if he’d really said that or if the liquor was really hitting now.

"I mean, it's..." Nanami cleared his throat and started tugging on his collar. "It's so fucking hot, in here."

"Maybe you should take your shirt off," you heard yourself say, though it sounded so far away. You couldn't believe you'd just said that. Had those words actually come from your mouth?

He had long since looked away, but now his neck snapped back towards you, his pupils black with desire.

"Of whom?" he asked.

"Me," you whispered, as if your pussy was speaking for you.

If Nanami was shocked, he didn't show it. He dropped his suitcase on the ground with a thud and was sitting in front of you on the couch in milliseconds.

He reached up and took off his glasses, sitting them down on the table, next to the liquor bottle. A single strand of his blond hair had fallen over his glistening forehead, and you were so deep in heat that it made you even wetter.

“How much have you had to drink?” he questioned. “I… don’t want to feel I am taking advantage of you.”

“Hmm,” you began, “maybe that’s what I want. I solemnly swear that I am…” you hiccuped a bit, inciting a deep chuckle from him, “mostly sober.”

Your arms fell away from your chest and your breasts popped back out of his shirt. He licked his lips, clearly wanting to hold back, but he must have lost the battle with his morals because his erotically cold hands found the buttons of his shirt on you—and started expertly popping the rest open.

One. By. One.

His shirt fell away from your chest and exposed your entire naked torso, which Nanami gazed at like it was the last supper. You shifted before him, wanting to hide yourself.

"You always get so bashful when I stare," Nanami cooed, a soft hand pushing the shirt down off of your shoulders until it was a big pile around your waist. "Never understood why. You're so..." he sucked in a breath and dropped his hand, curling his fingers. "I want to eat you alive."

You bit your lip. You wanted to beg him to make good on his threat, but you knew it was already so wrong of him to be undressing you, let alone to put his mouth on you. But you wanted him to. Wanted it so bad, it was causing pain between your legs.

“Then feast,” you tutted back, leaning on your elbows and slowly spreading your legs—revealing the light blue lace panties, complete with a tiny pink bow; the ones Nanami had caught himself staring at a few times when doing your laundry.

It was like you could read each other’s mind, and before you knew it, those panties were across the room; your roommate’s head in their place.

CHOSO i just saved you! how are you gonna repay me?

Choso opened your apartment door, grunting in pain for the hundredth time at the searing wave of pain that was traveling up his back. He could go for a hot shower and a massage, but he was lucky to even get the 'hot shower' part, given your apartment had the shittiest plumbing he'd ever seen.

A long day of working out, and all he'd wanted now was to sink into the couch and pretend to fight with you about putting on face masks and having a movie night. Verbally, he always claimed he hated it; because apparently, guys weren’t supposed to like that kind of thing, but internally, that quality time was sometimes the only thing keeping him going.

He glanced around the living room and kitchen. You weren't anywhere to be seen. Not unusual, you could have just been out with your friends. Your car was out front, but that hardly meant anything; you’d disappear for hours and even days without your car at times. He knew you had a life, but he also felt it to be his duty to make sure you were safe.

Choso sent you a text about dinner plans, and decided to start dressing down while he awaited your reply, partially taking off his sweaty gym shirt and resting it around his neck. The gnawing suspicion that you were home was confirmed when he heard your phone ding across the room. He hummed, deciding he would juuuust have to wait for you to emerge. Hmph.

It was as Choso began to unpack his gym bag that he heard banging, like someone knocking on a door. In the silence of the home, he was able to catch your bone-dry voice shouting on top of the knocking.

He went into action. Adrenaline immediately began to make him sweat all over again as he hustled around the house to locate the noises, realizing they were coming from down the hall.

He pulled on every doorknob until he found one that didn't twist: the bathroom. Locked.

He heard your voice from the other side; completely frantic, hoarse from an undetermined amount of screaming.

His heart sank. The thought of you in trouble caused his mind to wipe clean of all ideas and thoughts besides getting you out of it.

"Y/N?" he called to the other side of the door. "Are you... are you locked in there?"

You wailed from the other side. Choso's heart had already sped up, but now it was completely shattered.

"I...I don't know," your muffled voice slurred from the other side

Choso realized then that you had been drinking, and locked yourself plain into the bathroom. He wondered how many hours you'd been there. He had been at the gym for most of the afternoon.

"What did you drink?" Choso asked, still shaking at the handle, trying to wedge it free.

Deflecting the topic to try and make you feel better had been something he’d learned while trying to navigate this new world of human emotions.

"I only had a..." a hiccup cut you off. "I only had a little bit of cognac."

"How much is a little bit?" Choso questioned. "You've locked yourself in the bathroom, Y/N. How much did you drink?"

"I don't... remember," you cried. "Been stuck for hours. Choso..." your voice practically screamed the last word, and he could hear your voice cracking more. "I need you."

Choso didn't have time to debrief exactly what a statement like that did to his psyche before he was super-manning back to the livingroom to search for the chain of keys that unlocked each door in the apartment.

He would have to try them all, one by one, because he had no faith that he would be able to explain to you how to unlock the door from your side.

He came back and heard you crying his name once again. He put his hand flat on the door, as if you could see or feel him from beyond it.

"I'm here, Y/N," he said softly. "You'll have to be patient with me, but I will get you out. I promise."

"Please," you called back, equally as soft.

That was all the push Choso needed to ram every single key into the lock with panic. Over and over he frantically shoved each key in with shaking hands, trying to set you free.

He finally felt the lock click as a key found its match to the ridges inside and the doorknob shifted. He rattled the knob a bit and then the door was coming open.

He looked down to see you, red-faced and tear-stained on the floor, your knees to your chest.

Choso took a deep breath knowing that you were not bleeding out on the bathroom floor or anything, but his heart still thumped rapidly in his chest at the fact that you had been in here, with no food or water, and apparently no cellphone for hours.

And before he had a chance to utter a single word, you were on your feet and stumbling toward him, throwing your whole body weight on him, which didn't even make him stumble.

He raised his black eyebrows in surprise. You were... hugging him.

He let himself melt into the hug for just a moment, smelling your soft aroma mix beautifully with the liquor.

"You saved me!" you cried out, your little arms trying their best to make it all the way around his frame.

He let his own hands wrap back around you for a moment, patting your back awkwardly, despite the feminine urge to let his hands linger.

"I just unlocked the door," he joked, his voice coming out quite dry.

You backed away from the embrace then, staring up at him with dilated pupils.

“I need you more than keys need doors," you said suddenly. “I…I want your key.”

Choso blinked in disbelief, unsure how one responded to that.

"Let's get you something to eat," he said instead, deflecting again, plucking your hands away from his heated body but swallowing thickly all the while.

He grabbed you by your elbows and pulled you gently out of the bathroom before placing one hand on your hip to steady you as you stumbled with him down the hall.

Despite your stumbling, you didn't impact Choso's pace at all. You were falling into him in all kinds of ways, your head lolling on his chest, and there he walked next to you as steady as ever; his breath hitching each time the side of your body rubbed against his.

He brought you to the couch and coursed you down slowly. But, just when he was about to stand straight, you grabbed him by the sweaty shirt that hung around his neck and kept him close to your face.

He gasped, his perfect lips letting out the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. His eyes widened, and you imagined them rolled back deep into his head, wondering what other noises you could wring from him as your hands explored the shapes of his muscles.

"I don't like repeating myself, Cho," you said through your cracked and sore throat, soberness creeping up on you very suddenly. "So you either fuck me; or I make you sit here and watch me get myself off while moaning your name."

He looked shocked but only momentarily, then his face twisted into a representation of his desire. You caught a quick glance at his sweatpants; whatever he said next would be easy to tell a lie from the truth, because the hardened length in his pants had already given his answer for him.

"I think you’re a little too dehydrated,” Choso cracked, trying to plaster a grin on his face, but it was hard for him to laugh through the overwhelming urge to obey you.

“I don’t need water,” you said, your raspy voice betraying you, “I. Need. You. How else can I thank such a good boy like you for helping me out of the bathroom?”

Good boy. You’d called him a good boy. His eyes practically fell out of his head.

Alright, fine, he thought. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been flirting with each the past few weeks, it wasn’t like he hadn’t already heard you moaning his name, it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed you leaning your head on his shoulder during movie nights.

He sat down next to you on the couch and reached over to grip you by your hips and effortlessly brought you down on top of him.

“Wanna thank me for helping, huh?” he mewled. “Let’s see how grateful you really are.”

still working on mastering their characterizations; i feel like gojo’s was a lil off, but with more practice i know ill get there >.<

xoxo, pennjammin

[moonselune]

By the Silk that Binds Us (pt.4)

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Matron!Minthara x Forced!Betrothed!reader

An arranged marriage, enemies to lovers fic: part one part two part three part five

CW: feminine drow reader, catching feelings (involuntarily), mention of blood, open wounds, transformation, this is all my own interpretation of drow lore

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The library of House Baenre was a vast labyrinth of knowledge, its towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and forbidden texts. The dim light of nearby luminescent fungi filtered through the high windows, casting a fluorescent glow across the room. It was well past midnight, and the library was usually deserted at this hour. Yet tonight, two figures—Kyorlin and Lesaonar—were engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices hushed as they wandered among the stacks.

Arys, Minthara’s nephew, had been tasked with getting closer to the Liakyre twins, to then ply them for information about their older sister. When he saw them alone in the library, he thanked Lolth and seized the opportunity. He was not going ot fail the Matron.

“Evening, gentlemen,” Arys greeted with a grin, holding up a bottle of whiskey. The soft clink of glass against glass as he walked drew their attention.

The twins turned to face him, their expressions shifting from surprise to cautious interest. Arys approached, the whiskey bottle held out as an offering.

“A little late-night libation?” he suggested, his tone friendly. “I figured it might be nice to have a drink and chat." He then leaned towards them and dropped into a low conspiratol tone "Us men have to stick together after all.”

Kyorlin and Lesaonar exchanged weary glances, they had been cautious around the other members of House Baenre, they knew it was safer to keep quiet and out of the way, but then again an ally could never hurt. So, they nodded in agreement.

The three of them settled into comfortable chairs near a low table, the bottle of whiskey opened and poured into goblets. The rich, amber liquid swirled gently in the dim light. The initial awkwardness of their meeting quickly dissipated as the warmth of the whiskey took effect. As they drank, the conversation turned to their experiences in House Baenre. The twins seemed eager to share their thoughts and Arys smiled, this is exactly what he wanted.

“You know, Arys,” Lesaonar began, a hint of amusement in his voice, “we actually get treated better here than we ever did back in House Liakyre. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”

Arys raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? I’d have thought House Baenre would be far more… intense for you guys. ”

“Oh, it is intense,” Kyorlin admitted with a laugh, “I can imagine that without our dear sister's protection here we would already be dead by now. But back at Liakyre, the female members—sisters, aunts, cousins—were always picking on us, bullying us. Here, they don’t even bother with us. It’s like we’re invisible, which, honestly, is a very nice change.”

Lesaonar nodded in agreement. “The libraries here are amazing, too. We were never allowed such access to resources back at our old house. We weren't deemed worthy enough. This-" Lesaonar gestured to the towers of books around them "-Is a whole new world.”

Arys chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. I always thought the Liakyres were a soft house, that you boys would have got off lightly, maybe even have a few third sons kicking about. You weren't exactly high up in the ranks.”

“You would think that,” Kyorlin said, taking a sip of his drink. “But our matron- mother, even, was dilligent. Brutally so, a devout and traditional follower of Lolth. I personally believe she was delighted when she had twin boys, it meant that she was able to sacrifice every son born after us - and she did. It got to a point where she was praying for boys, just so she could make a show of her love to Lolth.”

Arys’s curiosity was piqued. “What about your sister, Y/N? I've heard she is a dedicated follower of Lolth, is she like your mother?”

Lesaonar’s expression softened slightly, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “No, she isn’t, at all. Y/N was actually the kindest of them all. Her love for Lolth is natural, our mother's was desperate."

"She despised Y/N for it, often sent her off to darkest parts of the underdark, hoping she would never come back, but she always did." Kyorlin said with a light smile, as if reminscing on a funny memory.

"Just because of her connection with Lolth? Or because of what she did at the engagement party with that hook horror?" Arys pressed and he noticed Kyorlin visisbly tense.

Lesaonar, however, had been swept away by the whiskey's effects and before Kyorlin could stop him, words tumbled from his mouth and he gestured with a dramatic flair. "Of course, she was envious that Y/N was such an emblem of our divine heritage-"

"-That is quite enough for tonight!" Kyorlin interrupted his twin, snatching his drink from him. Arys smiled, he was clearly on to something and Lesaonar had let enough information slip for him to get the Matron off of his back. Kyorlin helped Lesaonar to his feet and turned curtly to Arys. "Thank you, Arys, tonight has been a pleasure but I fear the whiskey has gone to my brother's head."

"Worry not, we are going to be family in a few days. Been a pleasure to get to know the both of you." Arys nodded to them as they left, he had all that he needed.

After a celebratory drink for himself, Arys made his way out of the library, the bottle of whiskey nearly empty and a satisfied smirk on his face. He had successfully gleaned useful information from Kyorlin and Lesaonar, and he was eager to report back to Minthara.

As he made his way through the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoed faintly against the stone walls. He was so focused on his pride that he barely noticed the soft patter of footsteps behind him.

Suddenly, Kyorlin appeared out of nowhere, his expression grim and his movements quick. Without warning, Kyorlin swung a heavy book from a nearby shelf at Arys. The blow caught Arys off guard, sending him crashing to the floor. The sharp impact of the blow to his head caused a burst of pain and disorientation. Blood trickled from the wound on his forehead, staining the stone floor and before Arys could react, the darkness enveloped him, and he lost consciousness.

When Arys came to, he was lying on a cot in the infirmary of House Baenre, wounded guards and soldiers lay groaning around him, most wounds probably inflicted by the women of the house. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and a warm, sticky sensation on his face alerted him to a trickle of blood running from a cut above his eyebrow. He struggled to sit up, disoriented and confused.

A healer, an elderly female drow, most likely a great great aunt of his, with a stern expression, stood over him, her hands deftly applying a cool compress to his head. Her eyes were narrowed in disapproval.

“Careless fool,” she muttered, her voice stern and authoritative. “Getting drunk in the library and falling over. You’re lucky those Liakyre twins found you before anyone else did.”

Arys blinked, trying to piece together the events leading up to his current predicament. “The twins? Kyorlin and Lesaonar?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

The healer nodded curtly. “Yes, they found you lying on the floor of the library. They brought you here and took care of you. I must say, you’re fortunate they were able to intervene before more serious harm occurred."

Arys's mind raced as he tried to remember what had happened, but his memory was hazy. The events from the library, the conversation with Kyorlin and Lesaonar, and the details about Y/N seemed to be slipping through his fingers like sand.

“Did-did they say anything important?” he asked, his anxiety growing.

The healer gave him a puzzled look. “They didn’t mention much. Kyorlin said something about you getting drunk and falling, but he didn’t elaborate."

Frustrated and disoriented, Arys tried to recall the conversation with the twins, but the details eluded him. The whiskey had clearly affected his memory, as had the fall and he felt a pang of frustration and fear that he would not be able to report anything to his aunt. The wedding was only a few nights away and if he hadn't brought any useful information to the Matron by then, then he was sure that his own mother would sacrifice him and offer him as a wedding gift to the couple.

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The grand hall of House Baenre was abuzz with the preparations for the grand ceremony tomorrow. The space, with its opulent drow architecture, was being meticulously fussed over for the upcoming wedding by an array of servants and lower family members keen to rise through the familial ranks. The rehearsal, a necessary formality, was underway with the High Priestess presiding over the proceedings, while you and Minthara stood side by side, ready to go through the motions of the ceremony.

Minthara’s posture was relaxed but betrayed an evident lack of interest. She leaned against a stone column, her expression bored, and her eyes glazed over as the High Priestess explained the order of the ceremony.

“The ceremony will commence with a prayer to Lolth, invoking her blessings and ensuring her favor upon this union,” she explained, her voice echoing in the cavernous hall. “This will be followed by the binding blood vow, where both parties pledge their eternal commitment.”

Minthara’s eyes glazed over further, clearly disinterested, though she nodded occasionally, if only to maintain the pretense of attentiveness.

“The next step,” the High Priestess continued, her tone unwavering, “is the cutting off of the House Liakyre symbol from your body, Y/N, and its replacement with the House Baenre symbol, on your neck to match Minthara's."

You shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the tattoo removal and couldn't help but notice that Minthara's interest piqued at the mention of it, a small smile appearing on her lips. She would be the one to slice it from your skin, and brand you with your new House mark. The thought of losing a symbol so deeply connected to your identity was unsettling, as was the nausea that came with it, though you tried to push the unease aside.

At this point, now teased with more exciting matters, Minthara’s usual veneer of control slipped slightly. Her lips curled into a subtle snarl. “And what about the toast?”

The High Priestess’s eyes narrowed slightly at Minthara’s interruption but she continued as if unaffected. “After the new tattoo is applied, there will be a toast, followed by the banquet. The drinks served to you will contain Menzoberranzan love magic, ensuring the bonding process expected later in the night is completed effectively.”

Both you and Minthara stiffened at the High Priestess’s words. Minthara’s expression transformed from irritation to shock, her eyes wide with outrage. You, too, were taken aback by the unexpected and rather vulgar revelation. The thought of a magical enhancement to facilitate intimacy was not something either of you had anticipated.

“This is absurd!” Minthara’s voice was sharp, betraying her anger. “You can’t be serious. This is an outrage.”

You nodded in agreement, feeling a flush of embarrassment. “Yes, this is crossing a line!”

The High Priestess raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your reactions. “Grow up, both of you. It’s merely a ritualistic practice to ensure the union is properly sealed. It is in the privacy of your own quarters and it’s just sex—nothing more, though if it is something more then all the better for House Baenre.”

"As if." "I would rather turn into a drider."

“Enough,” the High Priestess said, her voice cutting through the tension. “The ceremony is tomorrow. You both need to rest and prepare yourselves. This rehearsal is over.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and began to walk away, her robes trailing behind her like a flowing river of crimson. You crossed your arms looking up at Minthara with a scowl, Minthara scoffed, putting her hands on her hips.

The High Priestess’s dismissive attitude only fueled your outrage and frustration. As she swept away, her crimson robes flowing like a river of silk, you turned to Minthara, who stood with her arms crossed and a scowl etched into her features. The air between you was charged with tension, every word an electric spark.

Minthara’s frustration burst forth like a dam breaking. “This is all your fault. I could have just obliterated your entire house and been done with it, but no, you had to sneak away and find some ethereal loophole. You’ve dragged me into this farce of a wedding.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Minthara,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s my fault you were too blinded by your own bloodlust to consider there might be other options. I had no idea I was dealing with someone who thought slaughtering my entire house was a viable solution.”

Minthara’s eyes narrowed, her irritation barely contained. “You think this is funny? This wedding, this ceremony—everything about it is a nightmare. And it’s all because of your stubbornness and your insipid refusal to accept reality.”

“Reality?” you countered sharply. “You know, for someone who claims to be so powerful, the mightiest in Menzoberranzen, you sure do complain a lot.”

The argument continued as you both stormed down the corridors of House Baenre, your footsteps echoing off the cold, dark stone walls. Minthara’s heels clicked furiously against the ground, each step a testament to her frustration. You matched her pace, your own anger simmering as you exchanged barbed comments.

“If you had any sense of responsibility, you’d have thought this through before you dragged me into your mess,” Minthara snapped.

“And if you had any sense of decency, you wouldn’t have murdered my entire family, forcing my hand.” you shot back, the words barely hiding your exasperation.

The quarrel continued unabated as you reached the separate quarters designated for the night. As was traditional, the night before the wedding required that you both sleep apart, a formality steeped in ancient customs. The thought of having to spend the night without Minthara’s presence was both frustrating and unsettling.

As you reached the door to your quarters, Minthara stopped abruptly, facing you with a final scowl. “Enjoy your night alone. Maybe you’ll finally get some clarity on how you’ve managed to make everything worse.”

“And you, Minthara,” you replied, “try not to let the weight of your own bitterness crush you before the ceremony.”

With a final huff, Minthara pushed past you and slammed her door shut with a resounding thud. You watched the door close, the sound reverberating through the corridor.

You turned and entered your own quarters, the room meticulously prepared with fine furnishings and dark, rich drapery. You paced the room restlessly, your anger giving way to an unsettling sense of emptiness.

Lying on the bed, you stared up at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of the looming ceremony. The more you tried to focus on anything but Minthara, the more her absence became a palpable void. The bed felt too large, the space too empty.

Meanwhile, in her own quarters, Minthara was equally restless. She paced her room, the luxurious furnishings and the meticulously arranged décor doing little to soothe her frayed nerves. The silence of her room was as unnerving as it was lonely. You weren't muttering your prayers, indulging in an absurdly long night time routine. Despite her irritation, she couldn’t shake the feeling of missing something—or rather, someone.

Eventually, both of you found yourselves lying awake in your respective beds, staring at the ceiling, the quiet of the night amplifying your thoughts and frustrations. The realization dawned that despite the heated bickering, there was a certain sense of connection and familiarity that had been strangely comforting. The absence of that presence was felt deeply, and meditation eluded both of you as you grappled with your thoughts.

The night had dragged on with restless thoughts and a growing sense of unease. Exhaustion finally overcame you, and you slipped into a meditative trance, hoping for some respite before the impending ceremony. In the quiet of the room, you found a semblance of peace, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath guiding you towards a state of calm.

Just as you were beginning to drift into a deeper state of relaxation, the serenity was shattered by the loud creak of your door. You jolted awake, blinking against the sudden influx of light and noise. The door swung open to reveal a flurry of movement as a group of young girls, no older than fourteen or fifteen, stormed into the room. Their chatter and giggles filled the air, a cacophony of youthful exuberance that was anything but peaceful.

The girls, dressed in colorful and somewhat mismatched garments, scattered around the room, dropping various items on the floor and chattering excitedly. They carried brushes, jars of oils, and an assortment of fabric, which they began to arrange haphazardly around the room.

Kyorlin and Lesaonar entered behind them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. You looked at them, bewildered.

“By the demon's web, what is going on?” you demanded, struggling to sit up against the tangle of blankets and pillows.

The twins exchanged glances before Kyorlin shrugged nonchalantly. “We have no idea. We were just told to bring them to you.”

One of the servants who had entered with the girls stepped forward, offering an apologetic smile. “As Matron Baenre understands that you have no female relatives to assist you, she has sent these girls to help you get ready for the ceremony. It’s her way of ensuring you’re properly prepared.”

The realization hit you like a cold wave. This was no act of kindness or generosity; it was a clear attempt to pass off the unruly young girls onto you, so the Matron wouldn’t have to deal with them herself. It was a tactical move, a way of keeping them out of her hair while she focused on her own preparations.

The girls, oblivious to your annoyance, began to tug at your sleep garments and hair, their energy boundless. They giggled and chatted as they pulled at your clothes, chattering about hairstyles and makeup, their fingers too eager and too rough. It was clear that their idea of assistance was more chaotic than helpful.

Feeling a mix of frustration and desperation, you turned to Kyorlin and Lesaonar. “Can you two perhaps go and pray for me in the chapel? It seems I could use some divine intervention right now.”

Kyorlin and Lesaonar looked at each other, a smirk playing on their lips as they took in the scene before them.

“Pray for you?” Lesaonar echoed with a grin. “Or pray for a miracle to get us out of this madness?”

Kyorlin’s expression softened slightly. “We’ll go,” he said with a chuckle. “It seems like you could use some peace and quiet. We'll see you at the ceremony, dear sister.”

With that, they exited the room, leaving you to the chaotic whirlwind of young girls. As they bustled around you, their laughter and chatter gradually began to fade into the background of your mind. You were left to endure their relentless enthusiasm, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming noise and activity.

The young girls swarmed around you with a flurry of questions, their voices rising in a cheerful, chaotic crescendo. They seemed to have no sense of personal space, their faces close to yours as they eagerly awaited your responses. You could barely keep up with their rapid-fire inquiries as they tugged at your garments and pushed various accessories into your hands.

“Where’s your wedding dress?” one of them asked, her eyes wide with excitement as she peered into the open wardrobe.

“How are you going to style your hair?” another chimed in, her fingers already brushing through your locks with the kind of enthusiasm that only a young girl could muster.

“Are you going to fight anyone during the ceremony?” asked a third, her face a mix of curiosity and awe.

“Are you going to use your powers?” the last girl queried, her eyes sparkling with a blend of admiration and anticipation.

You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure amidst the whirlwind of questions.

“My dress is being prepared by the seamstresses. As for my hair, well, I haven’t quite decided yet. I might leave it to the skilled hands of you young ladies.” You glanced at the older girls who were already starting to work on your hair, their excitement palpable. “And no, there won’t be any fighting during the ceremony. It’s all about unity and devotion. As for my powers, they’re not really part of the ceremony. They’re something I reserve for more pressing matters.”

The girls seemed somewhat satisfied with your answers, but their curiosity remained unabated. Their chatter continued, and you could see their faces lighting up with interest. In an effort to calm the scene and make the best of the situation, you decided to offer them a distraction.

“You know,” you began, your tone shifting to one of storytelling, “since you’re all so eager to know about me, how about I tell you a story while you do my hair?”

The girls’ eyes widened with delight, and they all gathered closer, their attention now fully focused on you allowing the older girls to work on your hair with less chaos.

“Alright, let me tell you about the time I had to go to the surface.” You began, weaving your tale with an air of intrigue.

“It was years ago,” you continued, “when I was sent on a mission to the surface world. Everyone says the surface is a terrible place, filled with danger and discomfort, and I’ll admit, I had my doubts. The light up there—oh, it’s so harsh and blinding compared to our soft, ambient glow. And the air, so dry and warm. It felt like walking through a blazing inferno.”

The girls gasped, clearly captivated by your description. One of them, with wide eyes, asked, “Was it as bad as they say it is?”

You nodded solemnly. “At first, it was overwhelming. The sun burned my skin, and I had to be careful not to let the light blind me. The surface world is a place of harsh contrasts compared to the Underdark. But I managed to survive by staying in the shadows as much as possible and using my knowledge of the surface’s geography to navigate through it. It’s a different kind of danger, one that requires patience and cunning.”

Another girl, clearly intrigued, asked, “How did you manage to stay safe?”

“I had to be very cautious,” you explained. “I used cloaking spells to hide from prying eyes and relied on my wits to avoid the more dangerous creatures of the surface. I even learned a few tricks to blend in with the surface-dwellers, though that wasn’t always easy. The key was to adapt and use every bit of knowledge I had to my advantage.”

The girls listened intently, their previous frenzy momentarily forgotten as they absorbed your tale. Their hands worked diligently through your hair, carefully arranging it as they listened to your story with rapt attention.

“So, you survived all of that?” one of them asked, awe in her voice.

“Yes,” you confirmed with a nod. “And I returned with a deeper understanding of the surface world. It’s not as simple as the stories make it out to be, but it’s not entirely the nightmare some say it is either. It’s a world full of challenges, but also of opportunities.”

The girls exchanged impressed glances, clearly impressed by your resilience and resourcefulness. Their chatter slowed as they focused on their task, and you could see the newfound respect in their eyes.

As the girls finished arranging your hair, their lively chatter slowly faded, replaced by a more subdued and focused energy. The transformation in the room was palpable; the earlier chaos had been replaced by an air of contented productivity.

Just then, a servant entered the room, carrying a beautifully wrapped bundle. The girls’ eyes immediately widened with curiosity, and they gathered around the servant as he carefully unwrapped the bundle to reveal your wedding dress.

A collective gasp of admiration escaped from the girls as they saw the dress. They circled around it, their faces lit up with awe and delight. “Oh, it’s so beautiful!” one of them exclaimed, her voice full of wonder.

“It looks so elegant!” another girl chimed in, her eyes sparkling.

Their enthusiastic reactions warmed your heart. It was clear that they were genuinely impressed, and it was a comforting change from the earlier frustration and chaos. You couldn’t help but smile at their genuine appreciation, feeling a sense of connection with these young, spirited girls.

The servant, noticing the girls’ fascination, cleared his throat to get their attention. “Ladies, you need to leave now. We have other preparations to attend to, and you must be ready to greet the guests soon.”

The girls, though reluctant, knew better than to argue. They cast one last longing look at the dress before reluctantly shuffling toward the door. “We’ll miss you!” one of them said, her voice tinged with sadness.

“See you at the ceremony!” another added, giving you a bright smile before exiting the room.

Once they were gone, the room seemed quieter, their youthful energy having left an almost palpable mark. You stood by the mirror, taking in your reflection. The sense of camaraderie you had shared with the girls lingered, making you feel unexpectedly lighter.

Now the girls were gone, the servant held the dress up to you. "It is time."

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The grand hall of House Baenre was a magnificent spectacle of dark elegance. The rich crimson and obsidian banners draped from the walls, their opulent fabric catching the flickering light of the many torches. A hushed reverence hung in the air, only heightened by the murmurs of the elite of Menzoberranzan who had gathered to witness the grand wedding ceremony.

At the altar, Minthara stood like a figure from a dark legend. She was clad in her ceremonial regalia—a striking blend of armor and finery that showcased her status and power. Her dress was an elaborate piece of art, a seamless fusion of practicality and splendor. The armor was adorned with intricate patterns of red and black, the colors of House Baenre, and it accentuated her commanding presence. The armor, polished to a high sheen, caught the light in a way that emphasized her formidable and fierce demeanor.

Minthara’s light purple skin contrasted sharply with the dark fabric of her attire, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. Her white hair was styled meticulously, cascading in silken waves down her back and framing her sharp, striking features. The house Baenre sigil was emblazoned across her neck in a bold tattoo, a mark of her dominance and heritage. It was impossible to ignore the intense gaze she cast over the assembled guests, a mix of pride and cold calculation in her eyes.

The High Priestess and the acolyte stood beside Minthara at the altar, both figures imposing in their own right. The High Priestess, with her elaborate robes of dark violet and silver, held a commanding presence that matched the gravity of the occasion. Her ornate staff, topped with a symbol of Lolth, rested beside her, its presence a reminder of the divine power that governed the ceremony.

The guests—elite members of Menzoberranzan society—filled the seats, their whispers creating a low murmur of anticipation. They were the crème de la crème of drow society, their attire as elaborate as the occasion demanded. The front row was reserved for your family, though it was glaringly empty apart from Kyorlin and Lesaonar.

The moment arrived with the soft sound of the chamber doors opening, revealing you in all your ceremonial splendor. The room fell into an awed silence as you began your walk up the aisle, every step measured and graceful, drawing the collective gaze of the assembly.

You were enveloped in a dress that seemed to transcend mortal craftsmanship. The fabric, a delicate blend of shimmering silk and ethereal spiderweb patterns, clung to your form with an almost otherworldly elegance. It was as though Lolth herself had spun a cocoon around you, the silk’s iridescent sheen reflecting the candlelight and casting a faint, ghostly glow around you. The dress flowed behind you like a silken waterfall, trailing behind you in a whisper of movement that seemed both fluid and majestic.

Your hair was styled with meticulous precision, two sharp curls cascaded down the sides of your face. These curled strands were reminiscent of spider pincers, framing your features in a way that emphasized your otherworldly beauty. The rest of your hair was pulled back, accentuating the intricate work of the dress and the delicate silver adornments that accentuated your collarbone.

Silver spider legs were strategically placed along your body, their intricate design accentuating the curves and lines of your form. Two legs arched beneath your collarbone, glinting subtly as they caught the light. Another set adorned the curve of your bust, emphasizing the elegance of your silhouette, while additional sets traced your hips and thighs, creating a cascading effect that drew the eye and added a touch of both elegance and danger.

The glossy finish of your makeup made your red eyes stand out with a fierce intensity, their piercing gaze capturing the attention of everyone present.

As you made your way up the aisle, Minthara’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in a mixture of awe and admiration, her typically composed demeanor momentarily faltering as she took in the sight of you. You looked like a divine gift from Lolth herself, a vision of beauty and power that left her momentarily breathless.

Your approach was marked by the soft, almost melodic swish of your dress and the respectful silence of the assembled guests. Minthara’s eyes followed you with an intensity that spoke of both reverence and longing, her own fierce beauty momentarily overshadowed by your ethereal presence.

The High Priestess and the acolyte observed the entrance with approving nods, the former's stern expression softening just a fraction. The ceremony had now reached its pinnacle, with you as the centerpiece, a radiant embodiment of Lolth’s favor.

The grand hall was bathed in the flickering glow of countless candles, their flames dancing in the hushed reverence of the ceremony. With a solemn nod, the High Priestess raised her arms, her voice resonating through the hall as she began the ancient prayer to Lolth. The chant was a haunting melody, woven with words of devotion and supplication, invoking the favor of the Spider Queen upon the union about to be sealed.

You stood beside Minthara, your gaze fixed ahead, though you could feel her intense stare burning into you. A slight, almost imperceptible smile touched your lips as you tried to maintain your composure under the weight of her scrutiny.

The High Priestess concluded the prayer and turned her attention to the next phase of the ceremony: the binding blood vow. The acolyte stepped forward, presenting a ceremonial dagger with an ornate hilt. The dagger’s blade glinted ominously in the candlelight as it was passed to the High Priestess.

The High Priestess took the dagger and approached you. With precise, practiced movements, she made a shallow cut on your palm, the pain sharp but brief. The blood that welled up was immediately captured by the High Priestess, who then turned to Minthara. She made a similar incision on Minthara’s palm.

The words of the vow began to echo through the hall, the High Priestess guiding you both as you repeated the ancient promises of loyalty to each other and to House Baenre. You vowed not only your fidelity to the house but also a solemn promise to never bring harm to each other, pledging to protect and uphold the sanctity of your union.

As you spoke the words, you noticed a sudden and alarming change in Minthara’s demeanor - and not just the grimace from swearing she would never be able to bring harm against you. Her face grew pale, and a look of weakness and disorientation crossed her features. It was as if a wave of illness had washed over her, and she swayed slightly on her feet.

Instinctively, you reached out and grasped Minthara’s hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. The mingling of your blood, open wound on open wound, had an immediate effect. Minthara’s pallor quickly faded, and her strength seemed to return as the warmth of her body stabilized.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the acolyte’s face. There was a momentary flicker of something sinister in her expression before they quickly masked it with a neutral demeanor. You gripped Minthara's hand reassuringly, but were just met with her narrowed accusatory eyes, whatever had just happened was evidenlty your fault somehow.

The ceremony continued, with the High Priestess’s gaze flickering between you and Minthara, noting the strange turn of events but choosing to proceed with the rites regardless, you believe she was just happy that you both made it there alive. Your shared blood dripped from each other's palms, landing in the alter below, as it fell it pooled and spread into Lolth's insignia, a sign of approval.

After what felt like an age the binding blood vow was complete, a rush of sharp magic danced across each of your palms as you flinched away from each other, only to realise your wounds had both been healed. Servants attended to you both, ensuring that you were cleaned up and presentable.

"Now, for Y/N Liakyre to shed herself from the past, and embrace her new future as Mistress Y/N Baenre, Wife of Matron Minthara Baenre." The high priestess announced and an involuntary shiver racked through you, you were not looking forward to this. Mainly as Minthara would be the one slicing your beloved House mark from your skin, and considering she thought you just tried to poison her, you were certain she was going to be anything but quick about it.

The ceremony continued with a palpable sense of anticipation hanging in the air. The High Priestess’s announcement rang out clearly, declaring the next phase of the ritual. “Now, for Y/N Liakyre to shed herself from the past and embrace her new future as Mistress Y/N Baenre, Wife of Matron Minthara Baenre.”

A shiver ran through you, a blend of apprehension and anticipation. You knew what was coming—Minthara, the one you were still getting to know, would be the one to remove your house sigil. The thought of her performing this act, particularly under the shadow of the recent incident, filled you with unease. You had braced yourself for an uncomfortable ordeal, expecting the worst given the tension between you.

To your surprise, however, Minthara approached you with an unexpected gentleness. Her eyes, though guarded, were soft as she prepared to perform the task. The intricate dagger she held, - her personal favourite, you noted - glinted ominously in the candlelight, but her touch was surprisingly delicate.

Minthara’s hand was steady as she positioned the blade near your wrist. Her fingers, though firm, were careful as they traced the outline of your House Liakyre sigil. You felt the cold metal of the dagger as it made contact with your skin, but instead of the anticipated pain, her movements were precise and controlled. There was an almost reassuring quality to her touch.

As the blade began its work, Minthara leaned in slightly, her breath warm against your ear. “I will make this as swift and painless as possible,” she murmured, her voice a low whisper that carried both assurance and an unexpected tenderness.

The edge of the dagger sliced through the skin with an efficiency that took you by surprise. Despite the sting of the incision, Minthara’s soft praise was oddly comforting.

Once the sigil was completely severed from your skin, Minthara gripped the wound with one hand, her touch surprisingly soothing. You could feel the warmth of her magic as she began the healing process. The sensation of her healing spell was like a gentle wave washing over you, numbing the pain and closing the wound.

As the healing magic worked, Minthara's other hand moved to your neck. With a deliberate, yet gentle motion, she traced the Baenre sigil onto your skin. Her touch was careful and meticulous, her nail guiding the sigil’s shape with an almost artistic precision. The sensation was both hot and cold—a duality that made you wince but also marvel at the intensity of the moment.

The sigil burned into your skin with a searing warmth, and you could not help but flinch slightly, even though you tried to remain still. Minthara’s face was close to yours, her gaze intense as she focused on her task. When she finished, she inspected the mark closely, her expression a blend of satisfaction and relief.

As she pulled away, your eyes locked with hers, and in that moment, something shifted between you. You hadn't realised it but you were holding her hand that she had just healed you with, a connection that felt both intimate and profound. The urge to kiss her was almost overwhelming, a sudden, unspoken understanding passing between the both of you.

Before you could act on the impulse, the High Priestess’s voice cut through the charged silence. “Now that the mark is complete,” she announced with a tone of finality, “let us proceed with the final rites of the ceremony. The toast.”

The intrusion of the High Priestess’s voice shattered the moment, and you and Minthara were abruptly reminded of the ritualistic nature of the event. You quickly withdrew your hand from Minthara’s, trying to steady your breathing and regain composure. Minthara cleared her throat as if she had not been victim to the same fleeting feelings as you.

As you and Minthara turned toward the altar, the final stage of the ceremony was upon you: the toast. The High Priestess, with a solemn expression, raised her goblet high and addressed the assembly with practiced grace.

“Let us now toast to the union of House Baenre and their newest member, Mistress Y/N Baenre. May this bond be as strong as the webs spun by Lolth herself, and may their loyalty to each other and to House Baenre be unwavering.”

The audience responded with elated cheers, their eyes fixed on you and Minthara. The atmosphere was thick with expectation as the High Priestess gestured for you both to take your goblets.

You and Minthara exchanged a knowing glance, your previous unspoken connection now tempered by the ceremonial formalities. The goblets, adorned with intricate patterns and filled with a dark, almost ominous liquid, were a focal point of the final rite. The contents imbued with Menzoberranzan love magic.

Minthara’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked at you, her eyes gleaming with challenge. She lifted her goblet, her movements deliberate and poised, and with a defiant glint in her eye, she downed the contents in one swift motion. The crowd watched in anticipation, their cheers momentarily hushed as they awaited your response.

You met her smirk with a challenging look of your own. Taking a deep breath, you raised your own goblet, feeling the weight of the ritual and the gaze of the onlookers. With a final, resolute glance at Minthara, you followed suit and drank the contents in one go. The liquid slid down your throat, its taste oddly unremarkable despite the grandiose of its magical properties.

As the last drop of the goblet was consumed, a cheer erupted from the audience, their enthusiasm a stark contrast to the tension that had lingered between you and Minthara. The High Priestess’s face remained inscrutable as she nodded in approval, and the formalities of the ceremony drew to a close.

In a moment of shared understanding, you leaned in toward Minthara, and she responded with a confident yet tender kiss. The crowd’s cheers swelled, their applause growing louder as the kiss deepened. It was a brief but meaningful display of unity, a symbolic gesture that marked the beginning of your life together. As you both pulled away, your eyes locked, the tension of the earlier ceremony now mingled with the thrill of the new chapter ahead.

With a nod to each other, Minthara took your hand and led you towards the grand banquet hall. The room was adorned with opulent decorations, the feast laid out on long tables that gleamed with silver and crystal. The air was filled with the rich scents of exotic dishes and the buzz of conversation.

As you entered the hall, your gaze fell upon your brothers, who were seated among the guests. They caught your eye and offered you warm smiles, their faces reflecting a genuine sense of pride and joy. The sight was reassuring, a small island of familiarity amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Nearby, the young girls who had helped you earlier were eagerly waving at you from their seats. You smiled back at them and gave a playful wave, their excitement evident as they responded with enthusiastic giggles and cheers. It was a comforting sight, a reminder of the bonds you had managed to forge even in the midst of such a formal and intimidating occasion.

Minthara led you to the head of the banquet hall, where a line of guests was already forming to offer their congratulations and present you with gifts. The well-wishers approached one by one, each one bowing respectfully and offering their tributes. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of festivity and formality, the air thick with the scent of rich foods and the murmur of polite conversation.

Amid the bustling crowd, you noticed that the acolyte from the ceremony had slipped away from the banquet. A sense of unease prickled at the back of your mind, and you excused yourself from the line of well-wishers with a polite but hurried apology.

“I must give my thanks to Lolth for the ceremony,” you said, your voice steady but urgent. “I will be back shortly.”

Minthara gave you a curious look but nodded in understanding. “Don’t be long,” she instructed, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution.

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You made your way swiftly to the chapel, the grand archways and shadowed corners of the sacred space offering a stark contrast to the celebratory chaos of the banquet. As you approached the altar, you saw the acolyte kneeling in despair, her head bowed and her hands clasped in a desperate plea for mercy. Her soft sobs echoed through the empty chapel, the sanctity of the space amplifying the depth of her distress.

A smirk touched your lips as you approached, your footsteps echoing ominously. The acolyte’s head snapped up at the sound, her tear-streaked face reflecting shock and anger as she recognized you.

“I cannot imagine Lolth will be forgiving to the one who tried to poison her favored on the day of their union,” you said with a cold satisfaction. The words seemed to land heavily, deepening the acolyte’s rage.

“How did you survive?” she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper, trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. “How did both of you survive? That blade was coated in Purple Worm Toxin; as soon as it drew blood, the effects should have taken hold immediately.”

"Evidently, House Baenre-"

"-House Baenre!” she spat out, her voice laced with venom. “I hate them all! They destroyed my family. Minthara killed my sister on a whim, and my house fell because of her cruelty. I was sent here to exact revenge, to see House Baenre's ruin!”

You listened with a mix of cold detachment and grim understanding. The animosity and vendetta against House Baenre were clear, but you had little sympathy for her plight. Your position as Mistress of House Baenre meant you had to uphold the dignity and power of your new house. Her vendetta was irrelevant to you now; she was a threat that needed to be dealt with.

“You failed,” you said, your voice steely. “And as Mistress of House Baenre, I am obligated to ensure that all transgressions are punished. However, I doubt I’ll get there before Lolth herself. That doesn’t mean I can’t offer some assistance.”

Before the acolyte could fully comprehend what was happening, you began to weave a cocoon of divine silk around her. The shimmering threads encased her body, the silken strands gliding effortlessly as they bound her tightly. Her struggles against the cocoon were futile, the threads forming a firm and unyielding prison.

With the cocoon fully formed, you turned your gaze upward to the statue of Lolth. The statue’s eyes, previously dim and lifeless, suddenly flared with a deep, crimson glow. The eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness of the chapel, signaling the goddess’s presence.

A small smile graced your lips and in a flash of blinding light, the cocoon began to tremble and writhe. The divine silk glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light as the acolyte’s form within the cocoon began to twist and contort. A cacophony of harsh, bone cracking sounds filled the chapel, the process of transformation a brutal and unsettling spectacle.

The cocoon’s surface split open, revealing the acolyte’s body undergoing a grotesque metamorphosis. Her limbs elongated and twisted, her form shifting into that of a drider—half-drow, half-spider. The transformation was violent, marked by a series of inhuman cries and the sound of tearing flesh.

As the final touches of the transformation took place, a portal of shimmering web appeared above the altar. The drider, now fully transformed, was dragged upwards by the force of the web, struggling against its constraints but ultimately powerless to resist.

The portal drew the drider into its depths, vanishing into the dark expanse of the Underdark. The last sight of the acolyte was a flash of horrified eyes and twisted limbs before it was completely absorbed by the portal.

You watched with a mixture of resolve and cold satisfaction as the portal closed, sealing the drider's fate. The chapel fell silent once more, the only sound being the distant echoes of the banquet hall. You slowly albeit with great difficulty due to the restrcitve dress, kneeled infront of the statue and clasped your hands in prayer.

The dim light of the chapel flickered as you approached the grand statue of Lolth, her visage looming large and commanding in the sacred space. The flickering flames of the nearby torches cast eerie shadows, creating an atmosphere both reverent and charged with divine energy.

You fell to your knees on the cold, polished stone floor, your posture embodying both respect and solemnity. The weight of the evening’s events settled upon you, and with deep breaths, you centered yourself, preparing to offer a prayer worthy of the Spider Queen. You lowered your head and closed your eyes, focusing all your energy and intent on the divine presence before you.

In a voice both steady and reverent, you began:

“Most Glorious and Resplendent Lolth, Queen of Spiders, Matron of the Underdark, hear the words of your devoted descendent.”

“Great Mistress, it is with deepest gratitude and unwavering devotion that I come before you in this sacred place. I offer my thanks for your boundless favor, which guided my ancestral aasimar, Liakyre, from the treacherous embrace of her mother Eilistraee, and into the welcoming web of your dark grace.”

“O Divine One, you who nurtured and raised her as your own, you who allowed her bloodline to continue and for House Liakyre to ascend, I beseech you to acknowledge my humble gratitude. Though the house now lies fallen, its legacy persists within the fervent fire of this descendent’s heart.”

“May the blood of Liakyre, whose blood now courses through me, burn brightly and unyieldingly as I take up the mantle of Mistress of House Baenre. Empower me to honor the past, to uphold the strength of our bloodline, and to fulfill the sacred duties entrusted to me by your will.”

“Grant me, O Lolth, your divine blessing as I forge ahead into the future, carrying forth the traditions of your dark and eternal house. Let your gaze remain upon me, a guiding light in the shadows, as I serve House Baenre with loyalty and fervor and continue Liakyre's legacy through them.”

With each word, the sense of the divine grew stronger, the statue’s eyes seeming to glimmer with an otherworldly light. The ambient light in the chapel seemed to intensify, focusing on the statue’s form as if Lolth herself were acknowledging your prayer.

With a final bow of your head, you left the chapel, the sense of divine favor still tingling at your fingertips. The grandeur of the banquet hall greeted you as you emerged, the sounds of celebration and the clamor of the crowd filling the air with vibrant energy. The guests, a mélange of the elite and powerful from Menzoberranzan, erupted into cheers as you re-entered the hall.

The atmosphere was electric with excitement. You made your way to Minthara, who was surrounded by well-wishers and offering polite nods and pleasantries. As you approached, her sharp eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“What was that about, Y/N?” Minthara asked, her voice low yet demanding. “The High Priestess mentioned something about you and the acolyte. I need to know what happened.”

You offered her a reassuring smile, knowing that any explanation now would only add to the evening’s complexity. “I’ll tell you later,” you said smoothly. “For now, I could really use a drink.”

Without waiting for a response, you reached for her wine glass, taking it from her hand with a quick, deft motion. Minthara’s eyes widened in surprise as you took a long, deliberate sip of the wine, savoring the rich, intoxicating flavor.

Minthara’s protest died in her throat, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched you with a mix of amusement and frustration. She looked as if she were about to speak, but the moment was abruptly interrupted as you leaned in and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The suddenness and intensity of the kiss seemed to catch her off guard, but she quickly responded, her arms wrapping around you as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

When the kiss finally broke, you pulled away, your lips lingering on hers for a heartbeat longer. You could see the desire in her eyes, a fire that matched your own. With a playful smirk, you murmured, “Must be the Menzoberranzan love magic in the wine from the toast.”

Minthara’s eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and amusement. “Is that so?” she replied, her voice dripping with a teasing challenge.

Before she could respond further, the crowd’s cheers and laughter seemed to rise around you, drawing the attention back to the festivities. You took her hand, guiding her through the throng of guests, ready to embrace the rest of the evening's revelry. You felt a high like no other, your family may be 6ft under, but you were now mistress of the most powerful House in Menzoberranzen, you had just seen Lolth turn a once devoted acolyte into a drider because of her transgressions against you. Oh the night was young, and you intended to enjoy every moment of it.

Part Five

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Ooof this was a long one but I have been feeling so rotten lately (I'm on so many antibiotics and meds rn lmaoooo) and this is my comfort fic to write.

Finally have revealed how reader has her powers, and for clarity, I'm headcanoning that Eilistraee had aasimar children and one of them fell and Lolth took full advantage of that.

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A Little Bit Stronger

Part 6

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC

Summary: You experience more than one first with Bradley.

Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, discovering a praise kink, size kink I think? etc.

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“I like you too.”

He lights up like a kid on Christmas morning at the news; as if you weren’t an eager participant in the dry-humping that occurred just minutes earlier.

“We’ll take things at your pace,” he squeezes your hand, “whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Okay,” you whisper, blinking back unexpected tears, “I should warn you though, I’m not very…experienced.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“I fooled around with a boyfriend in high school a bit but didn’t have time to date when I was in nursing school, so I was still a virgin when I met Chad,” you sigh. “My mom had just gotten her diagnosis and I was just so naive. I thought it was so sweet that he wanted to wait until marriage. But it was obvious on our wedding night that it wasn’t his first time.”

Bradley just shakes his head.

“It wasn’t a great experience…and it never really got better,” you’re embarrassed to admit, but he deserves to know what he’s getting into. “He grew up very religious and…I don’t know,” your cheeks burn, “he didn’t believe in foreplay…no oral sex, God forbid we try toys or anything to get me ready.”

Bradley's expression turns to anger but he doesn’t say anything.

“I mean it wasn’t all bad, I was able to get off a few times throughout the years,” it doesn’t sound better out loud than it did in your head.

“That’s not right,” Bradley says, “I mean, everyone has their preferences, but it’s not okay that he never made sure you were turned on or seemed to care if you were enjoying it. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if you weren’t.”

You nod, always knowing it wasn’t right too, “but he’s gone and what we just did was already better than all of those years combined. I wanted you to know, just in case I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he says, rolling to his side toward you, “I can’t wait to figure out what you like together.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you picture trying all the things with him that you’ve been fantasizing about.

“That sounds good,” you murmur, “really good.”

His eyes dip to your lips and you think he might kiss you again but he cringes when he leans forward. “I need a shower.”

“Me too,” you reply, wishing you were brave enough to offer to take one together.

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Like most nights, you eat dinner together. After, you snuggle into him on the couch and the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

It’s dark when you wake to him kissing your forehead. “You okay down here or do you wanna go to bed?”

“Here,” you murmur sleepily, snuggling into his warmth.

“Okay,” he chuckles, lying back on the couch with you on top of him.

You wake to a cold, wet nose to the face and a dancing Hank. “C’mon bud, I’ll take you potty.”

But Bradley’s arms tighten around you when you try to get up, “No. Stay.”

You smile as you check your watch, “Oh! It’s quarter to 9. We told Jake and Reese we’d be there in 15 minutes!”

12 minutes later you’re on the way to Jake’s apartment to help move his things to Reese’s, and you text Reese to let her know.

Shae: We’ll be there in about 15, we both overslept, sorry!

Reese: Weird. In all the years I’ve known Roo, he’s never overslept.

Shae: We’re both early risers, I’m not sure what happened.

You know exactly what happened. You haven’t felt that safe and comfortable in years.

Reese: No worries and no rush, we’re still at my house.

You snort at that, knowing full well they took advantage of Drew being at his grandparents. It didn’t take long for you to see how crazy Reese and Jake are for each other; always teasing, always touching, exchanging heated looks and innuendos when they don’t think anyone is watching.

Shae: Sounds good, we’ll see you soon.

“They won’t be here for a little bit yet,” you say as Bradley pulls into the driveway of Jake’s rental.

“I wonder why,” Bradley says sarcastically as he shakes his head, assuming the same as you.

“Right?” You agree but understand. Something tells you it’s going to be the same for you and Bradley too. “We could make out like teenagers while we-“

He must be thinking the same as he turns your chin towards him and cuts your suggestion off with his lips on yours.

Goosebumps cover your body as he licks into your mouth languidly while his hand traces over your bare thigh. Your hand comes to cup his jaw, running your thumb over the scars there.

The way he’s so gentle and tentative makes you want to cry. As if he’s trying to apologize and make up for all the times that Chad wasn’t.

His hand continues further, over the fabric of your shorts and up your t-shirt, making you sigh when his fingertips ghost over your nipple straining against your sports bra.

Your sigh spurs him on and he returns, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb back and forth over it.

The instantaneous need gives you the courage to touch him too. He jerks in surprise when he feels your hand tracing the seam of his shorts on his inner thigh.

Your eyes open and you pull away with a gasp as you cup his straining hard-on. “Oh my God. That-that’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckles as he leans in to kiss your jaw, his mustache scratching as he murmurs cockily, “It can and it will, after I make sure you’re good and ready of course.”

You shudder at his words, head falling back as he continues his journey across your neck.

He grunts and your pussy spasms in response when you slowly rub him up and down through his silky gym shorts.

“I fucking knew it!” Reese’s delighted laugh has you jumping apart, “I told you!”

“Yeah yeah,” Jake sighs as he walks up beside her, “you were right. Now give ‘em a minute.” Jake winks as he guides her into the house, still laughing.

You burst into laughter, knowing your face is as red as Bradley’s.

“Got a little carried away,” he says, laughing too, “sorry.”

You just shake your head and lean in for a kiss. “I don’t want to wait. I want it…tonight,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He husks.

“Yeah,” you confirm, kissing him again before getting out of the Bronco.

“I’ll be in a minute,” he says before you close the door, head falling back against the rest as he waits for his body to calm down.

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Reese looks ready to burst when you get inside but she refrains from asking any questions.

You put her out of her misery when Bradley and Jake head over with Jake’s loaded truck.

“Last night,” you say, trying not to smile at the way her head whips toward you, “it just happened last night. I haven’t been holding out on you.”

“It’s okay if you were,” she replies, “but oh my God, you have no idea how happy this makes me.”

“Me too,” you smile.

“So is that why you guys overslept? Tired each other out last night?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but we did fall asleep on the couch together.”

“Did you…” she wiggles her eyebrows, “before you fell asleep on the couch?”

“No,” you blush, “we fooled around? I guess that’s what you’d call it when he got home yesterday afternoon. He said he’s happy to go at my pace.”

She nods, remembering what you told her about your limited and not-great sexual experience with Chad on a girls' night a while back.

“But I don’t want to wait,” you admit, “we’ve been dancing around this for months.”

“Yeah you have,” she laughs as you throw a wad of bubble wrap at her. “I’m happy for you both though.”

“Thank you,” you smile, “I’m happy for you too. I know Jake moving in was a big step.”

She nods. “It was, but it’s time. I think he might propose soon.”

“Really?” You ask, sounding surprised.

But you already know he’s going to since you helped him pick out the ring.

“Yeah,” she smiles, looking down at the ring from Andy on her right hand, “do you think it’s okay to keep this one on? Do you think it’ll bother Jake if I do? I’m planning on offering it to Drew when he’s older but…”

“I think it’s okay,” you answer truthfully, “I can’t imagine Jake would mind.”

He won’t. He already told you he won’t.

She nods, realizing the same.

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After pizza and beer as a thank you from Jake and Reese, Bradley drives you home later that evening.

Your nerves and excitement increase with every turn of the tires as you get closer. But his hand on your knee when he pulls into the driveway calms you instantly.

“We’re taking things at your pace,” he reminds you, “it’s okay if you change your mind.”

“I haven’t,” you murmur truthfully, “but I do need a shower.”

“Me too,” he agrees, “I’m all dusty.”

C’mon Shae. Do it.

“We could shower together?” You offer, face burning.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow and grins when you nod, “Alright.”

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Your heart pounds as you follow him into the downstairs bathroom after taking care of Hank.

Before you can start second-guessing your decision, he’s kissing you, mind going blissfully blank.

His arm blindly reaches to flick on the water before he pulls your shirt over your head. Your bra goes next, then his shirt, followed by your shorts and his; all while kissing you, distracting you.

He hisses as he pulls you into the shower, “C-cold,” he smiles against your lips as he turns it up, “can I touch you?”

“Please,” you breathe, gasping when he turns you in his arms; he’s so hard and so big against your lower back.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, or want me to stop,” he rasps under your ear as his hands ghost over your thighs, stomach, and chest.

“I will,” you whisper, head falling against his chest.

The hot water runs over both your bodies as his hands explore yours; cupping both breasts first.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, cock twitching at your sigh as his calloused fingertips find your nipples, “somehow even prettier than I imagined. Can’t wait to have ‘em in my mouth, sucking, biting, whatever you like.”

You nod eagerly; it all sounds good.

One hand travels lower, down your stomach before gently running between your legs. A pleased hum leaves him at how wet you are. “Can’t wait to have my mouth here either,” his teeth scrape your neck as he mouths the sensitive skin, “can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of eating your pussy.”

“Oh,” you whimper, “that’s what you think about?”

“Mhmm,” he confirms as he slowly circles your clit, “how good you’ll taste, how beautiful you’ll look when you cum, the sweet sounds you’ll make.”

“Yes,” you sigh, “I want it.”

“Thank you,” it’s his turn to sigh, sounding relieved like you were going to say no.

“But I want to taste you too,” you surprise yourself by saying.

“Fuck,” he groans as he starts to circle faster, “anything you want Shae.”

“I want…” you trail off as he has you hurdling toward release, “I want it all,” you bite your lip to stay quiet as you fall over the edge, legs shaking from the unexpected intensity.

“Beautiful,” he rasps when you relax into his arms.

“So are you,” you whisper, turning your head for a kiss before turning in his arms.

He grunts against your lips as your hand finds his cock, jerking once, twice, three times before you’re rewarded with his almost pained groan as ropes of cum land over your stomach and his.

He rests his forehead against yours, panting as you slow your strokes before releasing him and stepping even closer.

“That was-“

“Hot,” you whisper in awe, looking down at his release painting your skin.

“I was gonna say fast,” he sucks in a breath when you run your finger through his spend and bring it to your lips, “Fuck, Shae.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to taste it.

He just nods, cock already twitching to life as you suck your finger into your mouth, a choked sound leaving him at your hum.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he clears his throat when you’re done, “so I can take you to bed and get you dirty again.”

“Okay,” you smile.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Lay back,” he says as he walks you back to his bed.

You take a deep breath and bravely drop your towel before doing as asked.

His eyes darken impossibly further as he takes in your body, “You’re perfect, Shae.”

You flush at his praise and put your foot up to stop him before he can crawl over you. “I wanna see you too.”

He nods and reaches for his towel. With a tug, it drops. So does your jaw.

“Jesus,” you whisper, taking in the miles of tanned skin and muscle before your land on his cock and widen.

“You can take it,” he says lowly, confidently making you shiver, “but not until I think you’re good and ready.”

He crawls over you, kissing any worries away before trailing down your body, making a pit stop at your breasts, finding out quickly that you like everything he does; biting, sucking, gentle pinching, and pulling.

“Roo-“ you gasp as you feel the pull between your legs as he does the same to your nipple, “I’m getting close.” You had no idea your breasts are so sensitive.

“Mmm,” he hums, making you whimper when he stops to kiss lower, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, just want to taste it when you cum.”

“Fuck,” you whine as he kisses your thighs, and cry out when he suddenly licks a line through your arousal. “Sorry,” you whisper, putting your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at your reaction.

It’s pulled away not a second later, “Hey,” he nips your thigh, “look at me.”

Your head pops up, face on fire.

“Forget everything that bastard told you,” he says lowly, almost scarily. “I want to hear every sound you make.

You nod.

“and if I think you’re holding back, I won’t stop until you can’t help it,”

You whimper as your head falls back. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says before repeating what he just did, licking the same path and making you moan. “Good girl.”

Your eyes widen at the way you clench around nothing at his praise.

“Put your hands in my hair,” he murmurs against your clit, making you jolt, “guide me where you want me; tell me what feels good.”

“Okay-that!” You gasp as his tongue circles your clit.

He chuckles into your pussy as he continues.

Your hands find his hair and are tugging moments later as he pushes you over the edge with another cry.

“Whoa-what-again?” You pant as he goes right back to it once you’ve come down.

“Mhmm,” is all the answer you get as he continues, getting you off quickly again before he adds a finger, then two, and finally three.

Eventually, you lose track of how many times he gets you off; each one better than the last.

There’s not a thought in your mind as Bradley coaxes your body over the edge again and again.

When you can’t control the trembles wracking your body, Bradley finally relents and kisses his way back up.

“Ready?” He asks as he reaches for a condom from a new box.

You nod shakily, whimpering as he slides one on with a pained look.

“I-I know Reese probably told you I’m a ladies' man or whatever,” he says with a frown, “but I haven’t had sex in a long time; like a few years. I’ve gone on dates and all that but, I don’t know, it didn’t feel right.”

“It wouldn’t matter if you did,” you reply, reaching for his hand.

“It’s just-this may be over quickly,” he’s blushing.

“I don’t care,” you reply, pulling him down, “you’ve already blown my mind. I can’t feel my legs.”

He nods with a grin as he settles between them placing the head of his cock at your entrance before leaning over you.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts,” he brushes his lips over yours as he slowly pushes in, “and I’ll stop. I’ll never hurt you.”

Hot tears unexpectedly prick your eyes at his words and the deeper meaning behind them.

“I know you won’t,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

True to his word, he goes slow. Pulling out after each inch and pushing in further each time. It’s a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt.

“Okay?” He asks, trembling too by the time he finally bottoms out.

“So good,” you whimper, wiggling your hips a little when you adjust, “more, Roo. Please.”

He shudders before pulling out to thrust back in, forcing your moans out with each stroke.

Your nails rake down his sweaty back as you urge him faster, surprised and delighted that another orgasm is building.

“I’m close,” you gasp when he shifts, pushing you that much closer.

“Yeah,” he pants, “get there for me. Just one more, c’mon.”

Your nails bite into his skin as you hurdle over the edge, pulling him with you when you tighten around him.

“Fuck, Shae,” he chokes as his hips stutter to a stop, cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom. “I love you,” he whispers hoarsely, “God, I love you.”

The words register for you both at the same time, making you both freeze.

Your already racing heart beats even faster, but not for the reason you expected.

“Shae,” he starts, burying his face in your neck.

“Look at me,” you whisper. He won’t meet your eye when he eventually lifts his head, “Please?”

The plea in your tone is what makes him finally look and you dive head-first into those brown eyes you’ve wanted to drown in.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: Not Reese throwing Bradley’s words when he busted her and Jake making out back at him 😂 also if the ‘I love Yous’ seem fast, remember they’ve been living together for 5 months…getting to know each other and falling in love before they ever did anything. I hope y’all liked it.

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fake friends

(when you get ditched up by your friends)

contains: idolbf!Jay x fem!reader | genre: angst with hint of fluff | tw! reader has really bad friends, mention of food, kissing, jay is a sweetheart as always :(( | wc: 1,1k

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“Mr. Fashionista! Get your ass over here!” you called your lovely yet a little bit grumpy boyfriend over to your shared bedroom to help you complete your outfit. You heard soft stumping coming your way, and soon the door revealed Jay in his gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

“So first you’re leaving me on this cold winter day, and now you’re calling me names? Not nice Y/n,” he said sarcastically shaking his head.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not the first time after all,” you said. Before he could argue with that he received a sweet kiss on his cheek that left a faint pink mark caused by your lipgloss. “And it’s not like I’m gonna leave you for a long time. I don’t see them very often,” you said referring to your two and only friends here in Korea. Even though your Korean level was really good you had a big problem finding real friends with whom you could gossip, share secrets, and spend some sleepovers like other groups of friends. “I have only them,” you said turning to the mirror to fix your lipgloss that was slightly ruined.

“That’s not true,” Jay argued. “You have me, the guys.”

“Well, I’m not gonna have girly talks with you guys, am I?” You raised your eyebrow looking at him through a mirror reflection.

“Why not? You can talk to me about anything you want,” he answered pulling you closer by your waist.

You turned around smiling softly and wrapped your hands behind his neck, his hands still firmly placed on your waist. “I know. But I also know you would have enough of it after approximately 10 minutes.”

Not having the energy to fight back he sighed. “What do you need help with?”

After brainstorming on which jewelry would match the rest of your outfit Jay asked for the last time, hoping he could spend his day off with you. “What would have to happen in order for you to stay with me and finish that last season of The Crown?” he asked sitting behind you on the edge of a bed.

“Oh no! You’re not gonna bribe me with The Crown!” you said pointing at his chest pretending to be mad. “You know I don’t see them that often.”

“Yeah, maybe 'cause they keep on ditching you?”

Your expression dropped not believing what you just heard. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Love, please can’t you see? They’re leading you!” he argued raising his hands vaguely.

“They’re not! You don’t know them, do you?”

“I don’t need to know them to see how they treat you, Y/n.”

You scoffed at his words, not hearing how rational he sounded. Anytime you had plans with each other they either canceled them last minute, or talked mostly to each other almost completely ignoring your existence, yet you didn’t seem to acknowledge that.

“You know what. I don’t care. Let me decide if my friends treat me right or not,” you snapped and abruptly turned around to face yourself in the mirror, this time fixing your earrings.

Seeing how defensive you were, Jay sighed raising his hands in a surrendering manner, walked up to you, and kissed your temple, before leaving to make both of you some light lunch before you leave.

After calming yourself down from your small quarrel, you decided to check how to get to the coffee shop where you planned your meeting. You opened your messages to see that both of your friends texted you a while ago.

“Hi Y/nie sorry but I don’t think I’ll be able to come today :((“

“Me too :((“

Your heart dropped. You looked at your reflection. All those hours of you excitedly picking your clothes, thinking of the time you’ll spend with your friends came to waste.

“Sweetheart, do you prefer kimbap with some pork or tuna?” Jay’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Thanks to that you realised you started crying, your precisely done makeup completely ruined.

Thinking your silence meant you were still angry at him, Jay decided to pack you both. After cleaning up from preparing your meal he noticed your figure not in an outfit he’d seen you in before, but in a pair of shorts and his old sweater. Seeing your bare face and slightly puffed eyes, he decided not to say anything.

“Does your offer still stands?” you asked in a whisper, voice threatening to crack any moment.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Jay smiled gently. Hearing that, you nodded and sat on the couch pulling blanket over your legs. Soon Jay joined you placing freshly made kimbap on a coffee table in front of you. “Didn’t know which filling you wanted today so I made both with pork and tuna,” he spoke side-hugging you, making you nestle up to him.

“Thanks,” you answered simply, knowing if you said more you’ll end up crying right here and there. And you didn’t want to let him have this satisfaction.

While Jay was searching for the Netflix app on the TV you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Opening your Instagram your heart dropped once again, seeing the newest story from one of your friends. You stared at the picture of two girls smiling widely, drinking beverages from the cafe you were supposed to meet at. Not controlling your emotions anymore you let the tears flow down your cheeks, sobbing loudly.

Jay looked at you concerned. Then his eyes landed on your unlocked phone, the story still present on the screen. He snatched it away from you, placing it next to his other side. Cupping your face he spoke: “Sweetheart, please don’t…”

“You were right,” you interrupted him between your sobs. “You were right and I should have listened to you.” You hugged him tightly hiding your face in his chest. You felt his one hand softly patting your head and the other one tracing small circles on your back.

“Y/n please look at me,” he said softly lifting her chin with his pointer finger. “You deserve the best friends out there. And those two… They don’t deserve you at all. Who’s the girl boss after all?” You couldn’t help but smile at his words, soon airy giggle leaving your mouth. “I love you, Y/n,” he whispered above your ear, words of confession you hear every day leaving you with goosebumps all over your skin.

“I love you more, Jay,” you replied tears still visible in the corners of your eyes, that this time contained nothing more but happiness and adoration for the boy in front of you.

“That’s impossible, sweetheart.”

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Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Prompt: Praise 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise (kinda like body worship), age-gap, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.8k

A/N: this might suck im so sorry, its super rushed. also I couldn't think of a name (not proofread at all)

You shake your head as your friends laugh. They always think it’s funny, and although it doesn’t bother you very much, it’s still quite annoying. Your friends seem to think that your relationship with Joel is a fling, some sort of manic, impulsive decision to date someone so much older than you. You’ve explained to them over and over again that what you have with Joel is as real as it gets. You’ve never been more in love with anyone, but they think you’re dickmatized, they’re waiting for you to ‘snap out of it’.

“I told you guys, I love him.” You state before finishing your drink, rolling your eyes at the way they giggle. You check your phone for updates but all you get is Joel’s same ‘15 minutes away.’ text that was there the last time you checked. You pray that every light he comes across is green and the streets are empty, you want to get out of here as soon as possible. 

“I don’t even know if I believe that!” Stacey is drunker than she should be, saying things she shouldn’t be. You’ve grown used to it now, she’s the one who has the most to say about your relationship. “I feel like you treat him like…” She laughs abruptly. “Like he’s your boss or something!” She cackles again at the way your face drops. “And he- he could be, ‘cause he’s so old.” You take a deep breath and look up at her, your face blank as her laughter dies down. 

“Joel is-” Just uttering his name from your lips brings a smile to your face. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He understands me, my needs, and my wants in a way that I don’t even understand. I’ve known him for a year and a half now, I’ve known you much longer, yet he knows more about me than you ever will. He’s my everything and that’s never gonna change. I’m not upset at you, just to clarify.” You say with a soft chuckle. “I think all of this is coming from a place of jealousy if I’m being completely honest. I hope that you find someone who loves you like you’re his entire universe.” You begin to collect your things, deciding you can wait for Joel outside. 

“He makes me feel like an angel, like-” You laugh at their shocked and confused expressions. They have no clue what you’re talking about, it makes you pity them a bit, but it mostly makes you happy, feeling lucky you were able to find it. “Anyway…” You chuckle awkwardly and stand to leave. “That’s how I feel about him. So, if you could like… not, say things insinuating that I don’t love my boyfriend, I would really love that.” You smile and awkwardly bow/curtsey at them, waving and walking away. You’re a bit embarrassed at the silence in the room as you walk away. You turn the corner as quickly as you can and jump at the man standing in the middle of the foyer. 

“Joel!? Oh- You scared the shit outta me!” You place a hand over your heart with a smile, taking deep breaths as you walk toward him. “Did you text? I’m sorry there was an… altercation.” He nods at you slowly and only then do you realize his stare. It’s different from the one you usually get, softer, more watery somehow. “I know.” He pauses to take a deep breath as you reach him. His hand reaches out for yours and you take it with a confused smile as you both start walking to the front door. “I uh- I heard actually.”

Joel feels your hand tense in his for a moment as you let out a nervous giggle. “Oh! That- That’s great.” You chuckle and glance up at him for a moment, mumbling. “That’s so embarrassing.” He laughs gently at that, his hand leaving yours once you guys reach the car. “That’s not true, darlin’.” He says as he climbs into the car. You’re chuckling quietly, still embarrassed as you ride home in near silence, the only noise being the little hum of the radio. 

He doesn’t bring it up until after dinner, you’re both on the couch, in Joel's shirt, watching some movie that recently came out but Joel’s mind is on the rant he heard from you earlier. He had shown up unannounced due to his phone dying mid-way through the drive-over. He heard Stacey mention the way you act toward him, how unaffectionate you were. Joel doesn’t necessarily agree with that but he’s definitely questioned your feelings toward him before, constantly wondering if you actually like him or if you’re just lonely. So of course he wanted to hear your answer, he prepared himself for the worst, held his breath, grit his teeth, and waited for the pain of your answer. His heart stuttered when you paused after “Joel is-” 

He was ready to hear the most heartbreaking words tumble from your mouth next, but then you said he was the best thing to ever happen to you, and his heart stopped. His eyes went wide as you rambled on, saying wonderful thing after wonderful thing. He felt his heart tremble inside his chest, loving the things you were saying, and the way you were defending him against your friends. The fact that you were outwardly announcing the extreme feelings you have for him made so many different emotions swirl through him. He was in a daze until you turned the corner, and he’s fallen into that same one again. 

You can feel Joel staring at you, you can see his head turned your way from the corners of your eye. You’re trying to ignore it, but he clears his throat and you turn toward him. “You okay?” His face is a bit frantic and he’s looking at you in that way again, the one you couldn’t really explain. He’s taking slow breaths and turns to you, letting you know this was going to be a whole conversation. You face him, letting the TV play because you don’t even understand the movie anyway. 

“Why don’t you talk to me that way?” His question baffles you. You glace over at the TV, seeing if he's referring to something that happened in the movie but come up with nothing. You turn back to him slowly, watching his expectant, worried expression, and furrow your brows at him, prompting him to explain himself. “Back at Stacey’s house, you were sayin’ real nice things.” You feel the temperature in the room rise as embarrassment creeps into your bones. 

‘Why don’t you talk to me that way?’

“Do you want me to?” You ask concerned. You would never want to even imagine that Joel isn’t feeling loved enough, that you’re not giving him enough, despite all the things you do for him. You reach out for him, waving your hands toward yourself to motion him closer. His head is hung, staring at the couch’s cushions as he scoots himself to you. “I can start telling you all this stuff. I- Honestly I didn’t think you’d want to hear it.” You giggle nervously and take a sudden interest in the couch's patterns. 

Joel’s shocked to his core at your words but quickly takes your opening. “I’d really like it if you’d tell me... I get worried that maybe you don’t- “ He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with a sigh. “That maybe you don’t like me as much as I-” You cut him off with a hurt, yet firm, “No!”

“Joel you’re so so-” You grunt, unable to explain the way he makes you feel. “You just- You’re everything good, and positive, and amazing in this world.” His entire body relaxes as he lets out a relieved sigh. “You’re perfect. You can’t even argue with me on that. You’re literally my dream guy. You’re kind, even though you’re hot enough that you probably don’t even need to be as nice as you are. You care about me and my feelings even though I’d probably just let you use my body, and throw me away if you really wanted. I-” You pause and take a breath- already worried about how he’ll take some of the things you’ve said. You give him a shy smile, a small laugh slipping out at his dazed look. 

Joel couldn’t breathe as you spoke. His heart was swelling at every word, but there was also a dull hum in his lower stomach that was growing the longer you did. It flares up when you meet his eyes, giving him that pretty smile he loves so much. His head is all jumbled up. He doesn’t know if you’ve asked him something or if he should be responding. All he knows is that he really wants- really needs more. “Can-” He clears his throat, stalling and trying to clear his mind a bit. “Could you tell me more about- about my looks? How-” He feels anxiety flare in his chest as he requests. He’s looking at his hands, examining his knuckles, completely terrified at how you’ll react to the request, scared that you’ll have a look on your face that’ll break his heart. “How do you feel about ‘em?”

Joel has to fight the urge to run his fingers through his hair, run his nails along his beard to comb it and maybe cover the patches. He’s already regretting asking you. He didn’t get enough sleep last night, he probably has bags and he can’t even begin to think about how many gray hairs he has littering his head, and his beard. This shirt is a little too tight too, he can feel his stomach pressing against the fabric.

What do I expect her to say? Fuck, this was a stupid fuckin’ idea. I should’ve at least looked in goddamn mir-

His thoughts are cut off by a squeal and your shaking body. You’re wiggling yourself back and forth on the couch, bouncing in excitement. “Oh my god, Joel, I have so much to say.” He’s astonished at your excitement, at how eager you are to praise him. He can feel the humming in his stomach intensify. “You’re so-” Your voice drops to an adorably shy whisper. “You’re so fucking hot.” He lets out a soft gasp as you straighten your back, place your hands in your lap, and put on a semi-serious face before speaking. 

“So the first thing that’s coming to mind right now is your thighs.” His eyes flicker down, but it doesn’t clarify anything. “How big they are, how thick and meaty- Ugh! I love them so much!” His heart warms and his pulse races at the way you’re smiling, as though telling him these things brings you actual, genuine, joy. “So next I’d like to mention your arms- oh, your arms. They’re so thick, you’re so strong” Your hand comes up slowly to squeeze his bicep, then caress it softly and he can feel himself hardening in his pants. He finally understands the feelings your words cause, he’s grateful, feeling incredibly loved, and insanely turned on. 

“Now I wanna talk about your shoulders! Okay so, what really messes me up like- in general, is how fucking-” You take a shaky breath, that shy smile on your face again as you look at his lap, almost crying at how empty it looks. He notices your hesitance, where your gaze is and he sits back, opening his legs a bit wider and tilting his head toward it. He’s ready to have you on him, for you to know how this is affecting him. His breathing is already speeding up at the thought, watching you climb into his lap. You gasp, eyes wide, a devious smile on your face as you stare at him after feeling the way he's pressing into his jeans for you. “Joel…” Your tone is teasing but playful, bringing a smile to his face as you settle yourself in his lap. 

“You like this? That’s why you want me to talk to you all nice?” His mouth drops open as his hips tilt up, pressing into you as his cock hardens fully. You can feel him filling out his boxers as he nods eagerly at you. You’re grinning as he lowers his hips back down but keeps a small grind for his personal sanity. “Can you keep-”

You’re nodding and continuing before he can finish. “You’re so big, Joel.” The compliment comes out as a whine and you tilt your hips toward him, pressing your chest against his, and your clit into the tip of his dick. He’s groaning your name and bringing his hands to your hips, pushing you into him. “You’re so broad, m-makes me feel so safe.”

He’s kissing your cheek as you speak, grinding up into you, and pressing your hips to him. Your head is getting clouded, consumed with your love for Joel, with the pleasure you’re giving him. “You- Your hair.” His heart stutters slightly, nervous about what you’ll say. “The curls, and it’s so soft and-” Your eyes slip shut as your hips take over, moving on their own as you grip Joel’s hair, pulling him into your chest. “The salt and pepper look is so good, Joel.”

“Fuck me.” His eyes roll back and his hands push your hips up. His hands fumble with his belt as you smother him in your chest, whining about how much you love him. “Love that this turns you on s’much, baby. It’s so fucking cute.” He can hear the smile in your voice and his eyes roll back as he lets out a sweet moan of your name, pressing the heel of his palm into his dick for a moment. 

“Sweetheart, I gotta-” His words are broken by a whine as he finally gets his cock out of his pants, wrapping his warm hand and pumping his cock perfectly. He could cum like this, with you above him, telling him about every feature of his and how it affects you. Your hips are still swiveling in the air as you speak, waiting and looking for something to press against your pussy. It’s the only reason he doesn’t just keep jerking himself to your words. “I gotta fuck you, darlin’. Need you so bad, I want you so much.”

You don’t even look back, you just pull your panties aside, and lower yourself onto him, trusting that he’ll lead himself to the right hole. You’re clinging to his neck as you sink down, moaning his name over and over as he stretches you out. “You’re so tight, baby. Holy shit.” You clench down on him, and pull out of his neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against his mouth. 

He’s thrusting into you slowly, hands gripping your hips to keep your rhythm steady. You’re letting out beautiful moans and little mumbles into his lips, not having the restraint to pull away for even one second. Joel slides his hand from your hip, up your back to hold the back of your neck gently, and pulls you away from him. “What is it, honey?” 

He’s breathless as he fucks into you, his dick pulsing already. He grunts and closes his eyes as you moan incoherent words at him. You’re trying to answer him, your brain has completely turned to mush from the way he’s pounding into you. “-eyes are so p-pretty.” 

Joel’s eyes snap open again. “Your lips are so soft and-” You’re still praising him, still rattling off your list of things that you find arousing about him. He doesn’t understand how you even have this much material, how even though you’re too fucked out to grind yourself on his cock properly, but you can still talk all about how much he turns you on, and how beautiful you think he is. He can feel his balls tightening. 

His hand cups your face, sticking his thumb into your mouth as you whine and hump him harder. He’s trying not to focus too much on how warm, and wet your mouth is and slips his thumb out, ignoring the whimper you give. He relishes in the groan that’s pulled from your chest as he puts pressure on your aching, swollen clit. He’s rubbing circles before you can finish your moan of his name, your eyes roll back, and your body tenses. Joel’s in shock at how quickly he’s got you cumming around him. Your pussy spasms and your hips jerk against him with your mouth open in a silent moan. 

Joel keeps his finger running over your clit as he watches you cum, still thrusting into you, chasing that last push he needs to fall over the edge. You give it to him without him having to ask. “Fuck me so perfect, Joey-” You pitch up into a whine and tangle your hands in his hair roughly. “A g-good boy, such a great guy-” You’re cut off as he bucks into you, his hips lifting off the couch completely, almost throwing you off as he groans and fills you to the brim.

He’s resting his head against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you and holding your body to his as he throbs inside you, spilling all he has into your pulsing hole. He's huffing out groans in time with the ropes his dick is spurting into you, his entire body shaking as pleasure takes him over. You’re encouraging him the whole time, talking him through his orgasm, helping him tame the fire that’s raging through him.

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🤍Scars🤍

Chris x fem!reader

🤍warnings🤍: sh, angst, comfort, slight mention of scars, anxiety, crying, use of y/n.

🤍summary🤍: Chris found you in the middle of an sh episode

!reader

Chris

Matt

Nick

🤍a/n🤍: This one took a while to write… it’s one of my first so don’t judge me too hard pls! 

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The past week had been hell for you, you couldn’t focus on anything… you were on edge all the time, your knees shaking, on the verge of a breakdown, you just wanted to cry… 

You entered the bathroom, desperate for a solution… so, you did what you always did; you reached into the cabinet and pulled out a razor, attempting to separate the pieces until it finally broke. Then you did it, you made inumerous individual slices down your arm, until you were too tired, and just sat down, on the floor, staring into the abyss.

*incoming call from Chrizz💕”

You stare blankly at your phone, thinking about how he would be worried if he heard your shaky voice… and you really didn’t want that. So you just let it ring out, hoping he wouldn’t think anything of it.

*new notification”

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Chris’s POV

She’s not answering my texts, or calls. And I know she’s been struggling, and I’ve really tried to talk to her about it but I haven’t been able to… I’m really worried about her.

I run down the stairs to the kitchen where I find Matt and Nick on their phones…

 Nick looks up to me seeing my worried expression;

“You good, Chris?”

“Uhm, yeah I just needed help with something…”

“What’s up?” Matt replied, putting his phone down

 I sat down 

“So like, y/n hasn’t been answering my calls and texts, and i know somethings wrong, but she tries to cover it up… I don’t know what to do” I said, burring my face in my hands

“Yeah I did kind of notice something off with her recently…” Nick said, growing concerned  aswell

“Maybe you should go to her house and try to talk to her” Matt said, standing up from his spot

“Would you drive me?”

“Of course”

Matt and I quickly got our stuff and got out of the house, heading to the car.

 The car ride was intense, to say the least… but we made it there. I headed to her door as Matt waited for me in the car.

Y/N’s POV

You heard three loud knocks on the door, already knowing who it was, but you didn’t have the energy to get up, you were too exhausted to go downstairs to answer the door…. so you just sat there, in a pool of your own blood.

Chris’s POV

I knocked again, this time louder, maybe she was sleeping? Eventually I just got my spare key, and barged in, I needed to see if she was okay… 

 When I walked in, everything looked normal

“y/n?” I called, but no one answered, so I ran upstairs and into her bedroom, but there was no one there… 

 That’s when I saw light coming from the bathroom door.

Y/N’s POV

Chris was in your house, he had called your name, but you couldn’t yell in that moment

 Then the bathroom door quickly opened, and there was Chris. 

He let out a shaky breath 

“Oh my god, y/n”

He got on the floor with you, tears flooding his eyes, you could barely even open your eyes, you had been crying for so long

“Y/n can you hear me?” His voice was shaky now.

“I’m sorry” you said in a shaky voice 

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m right here to help you okay?”

You nodded

“Can I pick you up?”

“Yeah” you said, tiredly, so he held you in his arms, and transported you to the kitchen, your head resting on his shoulder; you sat down on a chair. He then grabbed his phone, and called Matt.

Chris’s POV:

I quickly called Matt, I didn’t know what to do, I felt so, so bad for her… I should have guessed this was going on. But right now, she needed me to be there.

 Matt immediately picked up the phone

“Hey, is she okay??” He said, as soon as I answered

“She isn’t Matt, I might need your help, she hurt herself really badly…” I replied, my voice cracking 

“Wait what? Like she hurt herself?”

“Yeah, it’s really bad”

“Shit, okay I’m coming”

He hung up

Y/N’s POV

Chris called Matt, you were pretty sure he was asking him for help, but you couldn’t really tell, you were stuck in a never ending mental spiral, he shouldn’t have found out, he would probably never talk to you again after this, he’d probably think your crazy and avoid you… 

 He hung up the phone, bringing his energy back to you.

“Hey” Chris said, snapping you out of your ‘transe’, when the door opened, Matts figure emerging from the front door, and gasping at the sight, letting out a shaky breath

“Y/n, Jesus” Matt said, running up to you and hugging you, being careful not to hurt you, then pulling out a chair, for Chris to sit on, he had a wet cloth in his hands

“Can I have your arm?” He asked

 You just lifted your arm on the table, and he placed the warm cloth on your arm, making you gasp slightly. He held the cloth on your arm for a while.

 “Do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah of course, it’s under the sink” your voice was still iffy

“I’ll grab it” 

“Thanks Matt”

Chris pulled out a couple packs of alcohol wipes, ripping one open

“Y/n, this might hurt a little, okay?”

“Yeah, okay…”

He gently wiped your wrist with the wipe, making you flinch from time to time. He then got a pack of bandage wrap, carefully wrapping your wrist.

“All done”

“Thanks Chris”

“Hey, no problem… come here” he said, hugging you in a comforting way 

“I was thinking, and I thought maybe you could spend a few days over at our house… I’m really worried about you, and I just don’t want you to be alone right now”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Chris”

“Of course… now get some rest, you need it” he said, leading you to the couch, were you both sat down, you dug your head into the crook of his neck, and he placed his arm around your shoulder, drawing circles on your arm to calm you down…

[bisexualcage]

If it’s not a problem, can I request a fluffy MK1 Johnny Cage x male reader fic where reader suffers from a lot of chronic pain? I suffer a lot from it and I’m just really in need of some comfort from my bbg Johnny. I’d greatly appreciate it if you did do this!

-🦇 anon (idk if this was taken but if not im now bat anon)

(Sorry this took a bit long!! I hope you enjoy ❤️)

A Rising (Fallen) Star ⭐️ | Johnny Cage x Male Reader

Warnings: no warnings, just very damn tooth rotting fluff!

Relationship: Johnny Cage x Male Reader, MLM

An: I didn’t really proof read so rip

It was nearly 7 pm, Johnny had a busy day but you decided to stay in while he worked. He insisted on staying to pamper you all day but you basically forced him out, he wasn’t gonna miss a directing opportunity because of you. Or at least that’s how you saw it. Every time your chronic pain flared up you felt like hell warmed over, you didn’t want to burden anyone else too much with it and that included Johnny even though he consistently told you otherwise. That didn’t stop him from spamming your phone with texts which you’ve missed in your deep pained slumber.

“Babe, u feeling better? Take ur pain killers. U looked so tired b4 I left”

2:03

“I’m gonna buy u some stuff as soon as

I’m out of this building, I think they like my script idea! Watch out! Director Johnny Cage incoming 😎 no but seriously, u ok?”

4:48

“Hello? Honey???”

5:11

“They accepted my pitch! You’re worrying me. I’m heading over to the pharmacy to pick up some knick knacks for u stud😚”

6:19

Of course, your phone was left accidentally on silent and by the time you read these with guilt on your face you already heard the front door opening and closing, heavy steps approaching your bedroom door. You groan and yawn, sitting up weakly from the bed and rub your sore back. “Ah shit…” you mumbled under your breath.

The door clicks open and you see a worrisome Johnny with bags of stuff hanging from his hands. He takes his shades off as he spots your tired pained figure on the edge of the bed and walks over dropping the bags immediately on the floor.

“Babe, are you okay? You weren’t answering me.” He kneels in front of you and kisses your nose, his eyes so big and soft.

“My back aches so bad. I’m so sorry- as soon as you left I knocked out and-“ you rambled in guilt.

“Shhh, nonsense. Now, do you want me to start a warm bath for you?” He mumbled and caressed your jaw with his hands. “Get those muscles to relax a bit?”

You blush and nod, standing up with a wince.

“Atta boy’.” Johnny smirks and guides you to the bathroom slowly, getting the bath water going immediately.

“I’ll take it from here, okay?” You said softly, you didn’t want him to see you as weak. This has happened one too many times. It was stupid, he insisted that he didn’t see you as a burden and that he liked caring for you when you were in pain yet you just couldn’t stop being stubborn about it.

Johnny made a sigh, looking over you one last time before nodding and then peeping through the open crack of the door one last time, “Shout at me, I’ll be right outside if you need anything okay, honey?” He said tenderly.

The actor had a knowing expression, the way you were trying to act tough all of a sudden and able. You knew that he could see through your facade. When the door closed you started stripping and then submerged yourself in the warm water, you sighed in pleasure as your sore muscles relaxed. About 15 minutes passed while you were soaking in there, you winced in pain as you pulled yourself up from the bath. Carefully leaning over to get a towel, you were practically shaking.

“Christ-“ you sigh tiredly as you rubbed the towel down your torso and legs. Once you were done drying and dressing up, you started to smell something as you made your way towards the kitchen.

Johnny never cooked, not if he could help it.

Oh no. He’s cooking.

“Johnny wh-“

“Don’t worry baby, I ain’t burned the house down yet.” He turned around from the stove to face you, something simmering in a pot. Johnny looked at you up and down in your cozy pajamas and wet hair, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. He started rubbing the back of your wet head as he held you in his arms and talked.

“How was that bath? Warm enough?” He mumbled against your neck with his eyes closed, very at peace to be in your arms.

You grew warm and smile softly for the first time all day, “It was good, very nice.” You whisper, overlooking his shoulder and seeing the food being cooked. “Is that…soup?”

Johnny chuckled and pulled back, “It’s canned soup I got you from the pharmacy. Among other things.”

“Are you sure you’re cooking that-“

“Honey, I ain’t gonna stink up the house like last time I promise. It’s just simple soup I’m warming up for my, baby boy.” He smirks at you and walks over to the soup, turning the stove off.

You grow warm, whenever he called you baby boy he knew it sent you over the moon. He was being purposeful.

“Before you eat…” He looks back at you briefly and starts pouring the hot vegetable soup in to a bowl, your stomach already grumbling, “…I’m gonna give you some pain killers alright? You haven’t drank any right?”

You scratch your head, you could have sworn in your painful delirium earlier that you planned on taking them but you just knocked out immediately. “No I haven’t…damn it.”

Johnny chuckles, walking over to you with the soup in hand and places it on the kitchen island, motioning for you to sit. As you do, he takes out a painkiller bottle and gives you two pills with a glass of water. “Drink BOTH.” He said a bit sternly but with the upmost care in his eyes.

You groan, “Johnny-“

“Don’t Johnny me, I know you hate pills and swallowing them.” He crosses his arms, waiting for you to swallow them.

He was right, you hated them and you always had trouble downing them. But you took a deep breath as he rubbed your arm and swallowed them easily. It’s like his presence alone made things easier.

“Good boy! Woohoo!” He kisses your cheek, “Nothing The Cagester can’t bring out of people.” He jokes and winks at you.

“Alright alright- settle down movie star.” You smirk at him as you start practically downing the soup at a crazy pace. “These are good, no burn flavor.”

Johnny rolls his eyes and watches you eat with a small smile on his face, he was like a hawk. “I know you didn’t eat all day or take your pills.”

You look at him with shyness, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know honey, I know. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like to hurt all the time. You start to loose the energy to do basic things.” He says with an understanding face, yet he was holding something back. Biting his tongue.

“Johnny, I thank you for all of this. I know it’s not easy sometimes and I sure don’t make them easy.” You say lowly, looking down at your lukewarm soup.

Johnny looks at you with glassy eyes, or maybe that was the dim lights in the kitchen, you couldn’t tell. Nonetheless he swallowed heavily and walked between your legs on the chair you were sitting and placed both of his hands on your cheeks— looking deep in to your tired eyes.

“When I’m with you it’s like I’m a damn lovesick puppy, you make things unbelievably easy for me. I’ve told you before, I don’t care about what you got going on. You’re not a burden-“

“I didn’t say-“

“But you’re thinking it. You’re constantly thinking it. I saw it back in the bathroom. I see it now. And if I need to reassure you a billion times that you’re nothing but a star in my life then I will. I like taking care of you. I like doing these things for you. You’re my guy, you’re my boy.” He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, his eyes filled with nothing but care.

Suddenly, he leans in and crashes his lips on to yours, you’re engulfed by his warmness, his proximity, his love. He shifts his lips softly against yours, taking his time, your noses rubbing against one another. A small grunt leaves your throat and you reciprocate just as passionately. You then both pull back slightly, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath with him. He keeps his arms around your waist, rubbing lightly at your sore back in circular motions.

“Someone’s passionate today…” you chuckle.

“For you? Always. Now eat up. After that you’re gonna lay down for me and we’re gonna try the new heat pad I bought you.” He grins with excitement.

“Another one?! I have like 5 heating pads from you already!” You laugh.

“But this one supposedly has some cotton flex technology that helps muscles or some shit, isn’t that cool?” His eyes are shiny.

“Is this what you decide to buy with your big new director money?” you laugh more with a blush.

“Hey! This big new director got his script approved today. Green lit baby! So more heating pads coming your way.” He says playfully, loving the banter between you both.

“Congratulations!” You say lovingly with a huge smile on your face, “I’m so proud of you ahh.” You squeeze him closer to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart! I told you, that Karate Zombie script was gold- wait a second are you trying to distract me from you eating your soup cause it’s cold now?” He says teasingly.

You snort loudly, clearly being caught a bit. But you were still proud of him regardless.

“Eat the soup! I will feed it through your nose if I gotta!”

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 159 spoilers and thoughts below the cut yep just the usual

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JAVIERS FACE LMFAO "wow. these people are so weird. thank god im the only normal person here" jesus christ this entire estate is insane /aff

also i think im required to inform that i sent this panel to some of my irls because they're also civil engineers, and i asked if they recognized any of this and they said "oh god yeah"

so we can pleasantly confirm that the adaptor/artist are still referencing real civil engineering stuff!

while we're still here at the start of the ep/my thoughts i do wanna say, the whole "ugly" gag is getting. a little too well worn

it is really well drawn! the artist is very skilled at drawing exaggerated expressions and its always fun to see, but i think this is like the third or fourth time now that this has been used, and i think my brain is just tired of the repeated schtick. i dont hate it, but the funny has moved on for me

i really hope that in this next arc we see a return of a devilish or conniving lloyd, rather than silly "ugly" expressions; its funny when he looks stupid but id like a better balance, which means i want more instances of him looking cool and smart as hell!!!

of course these words will. probably fall on deaf ears its not like i can message the artist/adaptor directly lmfao but yknow its the thought that counts i guess. actually i might be using that phrase wrong not sure

ANYWAY ANYWAY verkis looks so pretty here,, i like that he confirmed lloyds intentions w the jewel of truth . truly a man who wants to do Nothing thats so real of him me too bud

AND THENNN my personal favorite peak of the episode THE SWORDMASTER SYNDROME KICKING IN AAAAAHHH AAAAHHHH

IT MAKES SENSE THAT LLOYD PUSHING HIS MANACIRCLES TO THE LIMIT WOULD BE THE LAST PUSH HE NEEDS TO BECOME A HIGH LEVEL SWORD EXPERT and now hes suffering the consequence of not dealing with this earlier </3 get overstim'd idiot shouldve taken a break before this happened bozo!!! /j

i really really REALLY love how the text and the effects were drawn in these panels and the following ones (thats three reallys!!!)!! the visual echo and then the sudden sharp jaggedness, it really shows how much OUCH and impact it has and i really really love it YEAHHHH PUT LLOYD THROUGH THE WRINGER YEAHHH YEAHHH

AND THEN JAVIER KEEPS LOOKING SO FUCKING HAPPY THROUGHOUT THIS EPISODE PLEASSEEJ LKAJDFLKSJDFLKJSDFLK JHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH he's having a grand ol time lmfao now his noble can experience what he had to go through!!!

ALSO ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THE VERY FIRST THING THAT LLOYD LOOKS AT WITH HIS NEW HEIGHTENED VISION IS JAVIERS FACE AND HOW PERFECT IT IS HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO you could have looked at anything else and yet the first thing you narrow in on is javiers face IM SHAKING YOU LLOYD

no seriously wow he's so pretty ALSO THE FUCKING. HAND POSE IM CRYING

also its really really fluffy nice that javier helped lloyd with getting used to his senses! though they couldnt really do anything abt his insomnia

i had heard that some really cute moments got cut from the novel in this little timeskip here which is like awww i wish we got to see it like, that short bit with the "ugly" gag could have been replaced with the moments from the novel and itd still fit the episode length! at least i think

(like i was told that lloyd gets called "good boy" by javier. like. WHAT. WHAT. GOOD BOY??? GOOD BOY??? AND THAT GOT CUT?????? GOOD BOY!?!?!?!? i told my irls abt this and we collectively had a stroke i wish it made it in bc javiers face when saying that and lloyds reaction wouldve been PRICELESSSS)

oh but also back to talking about javier helping lloyd out, i think its really really cute,,, i know its not explicitly said or shown but i want to think that javier is able to repay the lullaby in a sense by doing this. i really like that javier not only depends on lloyd, but lloyd depends on javier too, and they can rely on each other. thinking about that makes my heart warm and my feet kick and then i start giggling like a maniac

anyway few month timeskip and lloyd u look tired as hell im so sorry buddy

though honestly i really like how he looks in this panel for some reason HAHAHAHA idk him just looking grumpy and tired is fun bc u dont really see it that often u usually see him being silly or evil more so this is a nice panel to have heehee

disgruntled tired sleep deprived engineer now aint that the realest STEM experience ever,,, shaking ur hand lloyd i get u i understand

AND THEN THE END OF THE EP HI RAPHAEL the angel arc!! i guess!! idk the names of these arcs

i wonder how he'll try to enforce this,,, and i wonder how lloyd will get out of it,,, like did tkobai ever go over the angels and what they do? does lloyd know about them?

i did see pics of what he looks like from the novel and we were SO robbed of very pretty long wavy hair, it seems the artist just chopped it all off,,, uueueueueuee

i posted abt this on twitter already but my singular cope is that we actually just havent seen the rest of his hair and its just in a ponytail and its like really really thin and we'll see the rest of his hair soon trust <- copium pumping

and a bonus little illustration, happy chuseok!!!

thats all from me!!!!!!! IM REALLY EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THIS ANGEL ARC GOES and whether or not lupellan and wrot,,,, whatever his name was are going to interfere also,,, triple clash!!! also if he'll ever overcome his insomnia,,,

see yall next week :3

[phopollo]

I would absolutely love to hear more of your thoughts about a Starlight Express cartoon

And also your designs are so cool. I love how you drew Rusty especially 😁

SHAKING SO HARD

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, AND I REALLY LIKE HOW MY RUSTY CAME OUT TOO

HOO OKAY, S o (I'm so sorry, I'm about to get RAMBLY and this is probably going to be a long post, I'll try to do something so it's not all just a chunk of text but I'm on mobile, there's only so much I can do)

There's roughly 2 main ways a StEx cartoon could be tackled

We follow the general plot of the musical (there's races going on to determine who the fastest train in the world is)

We completely toss the plot of the musical out

Before I jump too far into things, I'll put it out there that I am thinking of this not like they are toy trains being played with by a child, things are just happening, this is their own little world and trains are just people for whatever reason

Now let me explain myself on that second one real quick, because there's a couple different ways you could go about that too

It could be like an "post musical events" kind of thing-- or-- it could pull a bit of a cuphead show, take these characters and one piece of the plot and make something new (I'd say probably Rusty wanting to race would make the most sense)

I feel like both could be really fun and playful honestly, and they'd both have their pros and cons (pre established relationships vs having to get through introductions, having certain interactions set in stone vs being able to give them a new little twist or have something new happen/affect it, etc etc)

But then, of course, there's also the option that it would roughly follow the plot of the musical

I feel like easily, if we didn't change any of the plot and we kept roughly the same timeline of everything happening in a day or two, Starlight Express could make a modern day 8-12 episode season

However, because the modern day 8-12 episode season system SUCKS, and I feel like there's so much more that could be explored;

I think Stex as a cartoon could also do really well if it were a cartoon that started a little more episodically but became more serialized, leading to the world championship of the musical being like more of a season finale kind of thing

Honestly, I haven't really decided which one I'd want to go with-- I'm very drawn to there being a plot, which sways me towards the idea of following what we already have plot wise in some way-- but the opportunity to explore and have more character, maybe even something more slice of life, that would come with it being post race or more cuphead show-like is also really endearing to me

Because I haven't decided what's going on with that though, I haven't really been able to come up with actual solid ideas for any of the options too far in one direction, because I keep coming up with them and then going "Oh but what if it's not that kind"

Other than some fun little world building-- I was actually working on a post for one of my little world building ideas when I got this ask haha

Here's some of the visuals for it, as an apology for such a big long wordy post akdnskd

[ghostofskywalker]

No Flirting In The Jedi Archives

Fives/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 10 of 31

Words: 1,262

Summary: When on shore leave, one could usually find Fives in the basement of the Jedi Temple, flirting with the primary caretaker of the Archives (even though he denies it when his brothers ask). Finally, he decides to just ask her out. 

@clonexreaderbingo square: archive

Clone Troopers Masterlist

“What are you going to do with your evening off?” Kix asked the group as he stepped into the barracks of the Resolute. The 501st was on their way back to Coruscant for a (well-deserved) week of shore leave, and excitement was high as everyone was indulging in the privilege of this time off-duty.

Fives shrugged. “I haven’t really decided yet,” he said, turning back to the datapad in his hands. There was in fact somewhere that he did intend to stop by at some point, but he did not want to bring attention to that right now.

“Oh come on, we all know that’s not true!” Jesse cut into the conversation, staring at Fives with a knowing look on his face. “You’ll be heading over to the Archives the first chance you get!”

“Guys-” Fives said, trying not to let any embarrassment show on his face or even hint to the fact that Jesse was even remotely right. “You’re all being really stupid about this.”

“Really?” Kix asked, eyebrows raised. “So you don’t intend to stop by the Jedi Archives with the express purpose of flirting with the primary caretaker?”

“No, I don’t!” Fives was usually a pretty good liar, but this time there was no way he was going to be able to effectively convince his brothers that his statement was true, especially when his voice shifted like it just did.

Because what Kix said was true.

For the last year and a half, Fives spent at least two of his leave days holed up in the Jedi Archives, surrounding by ancient texts, powerful artifacts and incomprehensible power, and he understood none of it. General Skywalker had always spoken about the strength of the Force and he found the history of the Jedi and their organization fascinating, but the truth was that he wasn’t spending all that time in the basement of the Jedi Temple for the acquisition of knowledge.

He was spending all that time there to try and talk to you. As the primary caretaker of the vast libraries of the Jedi, you didn’t really leave Coruscant too often. Fives had met you one time when the General took him and Echo on a tour of the facility, and the two of them had both been fascinated by the archives of knowledge. Echo found the information kept in the space fascinating, but Fives’ fascination was a little different.

You had immediately hit it off with him after introducing yourself and explaining your role here at the Temple. Although the war had long since arrived at the doorstep of the Jedi Order, you had been able to bypass any kind of military service by promising to always take care of the important knowledge in that room, and the council had agreed that it made sense to leave someone in charge who could defend themselves (and the older Jedi Masters) should something unthinkable happen.

It took a little while for his brothers to finally figure out where Fives was going for at least a day or two every time they had a bit of time to themselves, but once they did, it was impossible to shake the teasing. He knew they meant well (and he had certainly teased his brothers a fair share himself, so it wasn’t that big of a deal), but sometimes he wished that he was the only one who knew about his trips to the basement of the Jedi Temple.

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He was going to do it this time.

He was going to do it this time.

He was going to do it this time.

That sentence was all that crossed Fives’ thoughts as he made his way down to the basement of the Jedi Temple. Yesterday he had chickened out when you asked him if something was on his mind, and it had done nothing but make things awkward between you for a few minutes. Today though, that would not happen, because he was finally going to ask you out.

Of course he knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to actually say yes, as he was well aware of the Code that the Jedi lived by, but he figured it was worth a shot. At this point he just wanted to ask, to remove the unknown aspect of the question and when you said no, try to move on with his life with you as a friend.

You were the only person in the large room when he stepped inside, and you waved at him with a bright smile on your face. “Hey Fives! What can I do for you today?”

Now, two things were going through Fives’ head. One was his repeated mantra, that he would not skip out of telling you how he felt. The other was the rushing feeling of gentle warmth that he experienced whenever you were in his general vicinity, and that made it really hard to focus on anything else.

So of course, that meant that the actual admitting of feelings was not done in the most graceful way. “Willyougooutwithme?” The words tumbled from his mouth before he could really think about what he was saying, and then they were out in the galaxy, hanging ominously over his head as he instinctively held his breath and waited for a response.

You blinked a few times before speaking, a look of confusion on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Fives took a deep breath before speaking again, but it did nothing to stop his nervousness from showing itself. “Would you want to go out sometime?” he asked. “Just to like 79’s or something, we could invite other people too, like General Sky-”

You laughed at that, effectively cutting him off. “As much as I enjoy spending time with Anakin, I think having him third wheeling us on a date might not be the best idea.”

It took him a moment to register your words, and even then he wasn’t convinced that he had heard you correctly. “A date?”

“That’s what you were asking me, right?” He nodded. “Fives, I think you are one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I don’t think I’ve been exactly subtle about how I feel about you. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He nodded, and then pitched his voice lower. “This is great, and I am not backing out right now, but isn’t there a code or something?”

You just laughed once more. “Some rules are meant to be broken,” was your response, as you reached across the desk to hold his hand for a moment. “If I can keep a secret for Anakin, he’ll keep one for me.”

He smiled, and then registered your words. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

A glint of mischief caught your eye, and suddenly he was so much more interested in the secret that his general was hiding, that you apparently knew all about. “I’ll tell you when we go out,” was your response. “Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to do.”

“Great, how does 7 o'clock sound?” He nodded as you handed him a piece of flimsi with an address on it. “I think this calls for a slightly fancier place than 79’s, so why don’t we get some dinner - meet me there?”

“Of course.” He was trying so hard not to look like an idiot right now, but he also knew that was a futile mission.

The smile on his face had to be huge right now, because he really couldn’t wait for tonight.   

- the end -

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Nakamura Kazuha | Been a while IV

The two arrived at his apartment, as Kazuha seated herself on the cozy sofa in the middle of the room. She glanced around his well-kept place. With a warm smile, she finally spoke, breaking the silence, "Looks like you've got yourself quite a neat apartment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling up. "You're just saying that to be polite. I'm sure your place is bigger than mine."

Kazuha shook her head. "No, really! My place is like, half the size of what yours is."

"Then I'll gladly take your compliment," he replied with a grin, feeling at ease in her presence. He fetched two glasses and poured apple juice into them before placing them gently on the coffee table in front of her.

As they sipped their juice, He couldn't help but be curious about her. "Have you met with some of our old friends during your stay?" he asked.

Kazuha sighed wistfully. "I haven't, unfortunately. I haven't even told anyone that I'm going to be here for about a week, since I'll be quite busy taking care of some stuff." She smiled, her eyes reflecting memories of their shared past. "Enough about me, what about you? Are you still in contact with Yunjin-unnie? Chaewon-unnie, perhaps?"

He leaned back, reminiscing. "Well, it's been around two weeks since I last talked with them, and that was about them ranting about their workplaces," he said, rolling his eyes playfully at the thought.

Kazuha giggled, recalling how he had always been the patient listener in their group. "That's just like you. Listening to what they have to say without saying anything, or even asking about anything in return."

"What can I do, right?" He chuckled. "Why don't you ask them to meet up? I can text them if you want to."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." Kazuha waved her hands, declining his offer. "I can text them myself, though I'm not sure if I'm able to. It's been a long time since I last contacted them."

"Why not? I'm sure they'd drop any schedule they have just to meet you."

Kazuha hesitated, her gaze drifting downwards as she thought about the reason behind her reluctance.

"You know what? I'll text them later," she finally replied, giving a determined nod. "I'll do it once I get home."

"Great," He said with a supportive smile. "So, what were you doing prior to our meeting?"

"Oh, you know, walking around and all. And you?"

"I met up with Han, just catching up with our lives."

As they continued their conversation, He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Kazuha's visit. He decided to press further onto the matter, sensing that she was avoiding the topics of her activities.

"I'm curious, Zuha-ya. What are you really doing here? Surely it can't be just any holiday since you're busy, right?"

Kazuha's eyes shifted to the right, a subtle sign that he had learned over the years - she was about to tell a white lie. This only fueled his suspicions, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was keeping from him.

Just then, her phone lit up with a call, and she quickly picked it up, hoping he hadn't seen the contact's name on the screen.

"May I use your balcony, Y/N? I have to pick up this call."

"Sure," He replied, though his eyes never left her figure as she walked out onto the balcony. Unfortunately for her, he had caught a glimpse of Chaewon's name on her phone.

Why would she lie about not being in contact with Chaewon?

Not long after, Kazuha returned from the balcony with a somewhat uneasy expression on her face, but she quickly regained her composure when she noticed his curious gaze.

"Everything okay?" He asked, pretending he hadn't seen Chaewon's name on her phone.

Kazuha forced a smile. "Yeah, just a friend checking up on me. Nothing important."

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but he decided not to press further. Instead, he changed the topic. "So, about what you're doing during your stay here?”

Kazuha chuckled nervously. "Can we… not talk about that? Please?”

He realized he had been too aggressive earlier about prying into her affairs. He leaned forward, placing a hand on hers. "I'm sorry, Zuha. I didn’t mean to pry into your business like that.”

Her smile returned, this time more genuine. "It's alright, Y/N. I appreciate your concern, but it's just something I can't discuss right now. I promise I'll tell you everything once I can." He nodded, relieved that she wasn't upset with him.

[missuga]

8:08 p.m — Katsuki Bakugo

+ college au, second date, no warnings :) | 1k

It’s cold, you thought as shoved your hands further into your pockets, the thin hoodie doing the least to offer you any bit of warmth.

It was too far of a drive back to your apartment to grab anything warmer now, and you just so happened to clean out your car completely in a random fit of mania last week.

That was just your luck, it seemed like the whole day so far was rooting against you.

The soft lights of the restaurant spilling onto the sidewalk coming into view lifted your spirits a bit though, hoping that now you’d be able to relax despite the lingering pinch in the back of your neck at the thought of this being your second date.

You cursed to yourself silently once you saw Bakugo leaning against the restaurant, you’d shown up a bit earlier than you usually would so you’d be able to get your bearings. 

The first date had gone really good. A lot better than you’d ever thought it’d go, you saw a side of Bakugo you never thought you’d see just by being classmates with him.

“Hey.” His tone was breathy, as if you caught him by surprise, eyes lighting up with more than the reflection of the lights when he noticed you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his expression softened as well.

“Hi.” You started, trying your hardest to not look too long at him, despite the fact he looked even better than the last time you saw him. “I’m not late right?”

“No, don’t worry.” He all but interrupted you, shaking his head quickly, “I got out of my last class early because of an exam so I just came straight here.”

You weren’t sure why you felt your heart speed up at that, but it made it a bit harder for you to form solid thoughts. You hadn’t even felt this nervous on your first date, though it had been a pretty casual meet-up for coffee.

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about that. How do you think it went?”

“Oh I definitely got the best score,” Bakugo answered and you smiled at the confidence drifting into his tone. With the few classes you had with him in the past you knew how he got with academics, this was nothing new. “I think the professor knew it too, he just shook his head when I turned my exam in first.”

“I forgot you’re a teacher’s pet,” You teased, your chest warming even more when he rolled his eyes at your remark. “You cannot tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not..” He mumbled after a short moment, it was interesting just how fast his stubbornness broke when he was with you, normally he’d fight against it no matter who it was. “Want to go in?”

“Hmm, changing the subject I see.” You laughed, nudging your elbow into his arm and you didn’t realize just how close he’d gotten to you. “But yes, it’s freezing out here.”

“You were cold in class this morning,” Bakugo mused turning to look at you as you both walked towards the entrance. “You didn’t think to grab something warm?”

“I was busy, I haven’t gone home yet!”

“Hmm,” He paused to answer the hostess as you went into the restaurant before turning back to you, shrugging off his jacket as he did. “Here.”

It took you a second to process what he was doing, not expecting anything like this from him of all people.

“I didn’t know you were a cheesy romantic.” You teased again, fighting the urge to laugh at the slight bit of red creeping across his cheeks at that, he was so cute.

“Just take it before I regret offering it to you.”

You could tell he was trying hard to keep up his normal attitude, you could see through it though.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” You said once you pulled the warm jacket on, noticing the soft lingering scent of his cologne on it.

“You’re welcome.” He said, not really looking at you as the two of you sat down at one of the high tops. His usual snarky excuse was missing now. 

“I’m really glad we could go out again so soon,” You honestly weren’t sure how he was feeling after your first date last week, despite him texting you quickly after you parted. 

“I am too, I was pretty nervous today actually.” 

“You were nervous?” You stared at him for a second, trying to see if that’s what he really said. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not.”

For the first time this night, his toned seemed serious, and his eyes dropped to the table. 

“I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.” 

“Well,” You started, leaning onto the table smiling once he met your gaze once more after you paused. “You could’ve asked me before. But, I’m thinking that your jacket smells really good.” 

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, like he wasn’t sure of what to say. 

“You know, forget I said anything.” He said, picking up one of the menus to look at it. “You’re so weird, you know that?”

“You’re the one that asked me out,” You laughed, picking up your menu as well. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting that now.”

“Not at all,” He met your gaze once more, smiling softly as he did. “I’m kicking myself that I didn’t ask earlier.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes, now figure out what you want.” He nodded towards your menu, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, it was like he knew you better than you did yourself already. 

“Fine, but you’re telling me what you meant by that after we order.” You huffed and looked at the menu, still distracted at Bakugo’s words floating around your head. “Will you let me pay this time?”

“Absolutely not.” He answered quickly, almost glaring at you. “I asked you out, the least I could do is pay for your meal, even if you don’t enjoy your time.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy myself.” You smiled again, not fighting against his reasoning anymore. “I’m still not letting you off the hook, I want to know how long you’ve liked me for.” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought that up.” He sighed despite amused smile adorning his lips at your words. 

[hyunnieshannie]

Youtiful Series: CHAN

SAUDADE

🖤: Chan x Reader | Youtiful Series 🖊️: 2,393 🚨: ANGST- SO MUCH ANGST - Fluffy af tho

You love your boyfriend, you really, really do. But sometimes it’s so fucking difficult to take care of him. You’ve been dating Chan for 5 years. Of course things were rocky at some points in your relationship but you both knew and hoped that you were endgame. Since you’ve been with Chan for so long, you’ve been dubbed the ‘Mom’ of the Stray Kids boys and you wore that title like a badge of honor. They listened to you more than Chan anyway. But as the group mom it meant that you were taking care of more people, which meant that your attention was stretched out amongst 8 boys. You didn’t really mind though, you saw the rest of the boys like they were your brothers anyway.

You weren’t really surprised when you’d go days without hearing from your boyfriend. When they had projects coming up, Chan always buried himself in his work - something you got used to very early on in the relationship. He works very hard and you love him for his work ethic although you wished he’d at least send you a text to let you know he was alive. But thankfully, one of the boys usually sent you a picture of their hyung working in the studio or sending you a text saying they were feeding him and taking good care of him. 

It was only after a week that you started to worry about him. He usually never went more than 3 days without responding to your texts. But this time was much different. He’d read your messages and never sent anything back. He’s never done that before. He always texts you right after he reads the message or calls you. He never leaves you on read. You pick up the phone and call him. The phone rings 10 times before he finally picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hi Channie,” you sigh as you smile to yourself, finally happy you were able to speak to him. “I was thinking of coming by to bring you some dinner, is that alright?”

“Ah no, that’s ok. Jisung ordered food for us so it should be here shortly.” Chan said, you could tell that he was distracted by whatever project he was working on.

“Oh, ok. Are you doing ok? It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you..” you trail off, not wanting to accidentally start a fight.

“Oh sorry about that, just been busy. You know how it is.” He says plainly.

“Ok, well I won’t keep you. Have a nice dinner. I love you Channie.” You say with a forced smile on your face.

“Mmm you too baby.” He says before hanging up the phone. You can’t help but feel your heart sink a bit once you drop the phone to your lap. You shake your head and force a smile on your face.

“He’s just busy, that’s all. No need to worry, y/n. Everything’s gonna be fine.” You say to yourself, not sure why you need to convince yourself in the first place.

Another week goes by before you hear from Chan. You keep pushing your anxiety down. You know the boys are busy and you know Chan always puts every piece of himself into his work. But there’s this nagging feeling that’s gnawing at your heart that’s telling you that something’s wrong. You ignore it not wanting to worry the people around you, especially the boys.

“How’s Chan?” You ask Felix as you lay across his lap, playing this silly game he recommended. 

“Channie-hyung? He’s great actually, why do you ask?” Felix says as he taps on the controller staring hard at the television in front of the two of you.

“Just curious is all. He’s been in the studio a lot lately so it’s been hard to get a hold of him.” That statement had Felix pausing the game and looking down at you.

“Y/n, we finished recording everything 2 weeks ago…” Felix says as he watches your facial expression sour.

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“We finished recording 2 weeks ago. Channie-hyung has been leaving the same time we have.” Felix says cautiously. “He left with us today too.”

You abruptly stand up, almost elbowing Felix in the face. “H-hey y/n where are you going?”

“To find my fucking boyfriend.” You seethe as you force your shoes back on and walk out the door slamming it behind you.

It takes you no time at all to reach your boyfriend's dorm, storming through the front lobby and stalking your way to his door. You let yourself in and let the door slam behind you. Changbin peaks around the corner wide eyed.

“Oh Jesus. Hey y/n. You scared the shit outta me. I thought you were a robber or something.” Changbin laughed, his eyes relaxing and a small smile gracing his lips. Only after seeing your expression did his sour as well. “Y/n what's wrong?” He asks as he quickly moves in front of you holding your shoulders gently.

“Where is he.” You demand quietly.

“Who? Where’s who?” Changbin asked, confused.

“My lying boyfriend. Where. Is. He.” You say as the anger begins to boil inside your being. Changbins face falls and he drops his hands from your shoulders.

“He’s in his room.” Changbin says blankly, moving out of your way as you breeze past him to your boyfriend's room.

You try to calm yourself before you confront him but the more you stand there the angrier you got so you quickly flung the door open and stepped inside. Chan was laying on his bed, his phone in his hand and his eyes wide as he took in your form. You didn’t let him get a word in before you started rambling.

“What the fuck is going on Chris? I have to learn from Felix that you guys have been done recording for the past 2 weeks which means you’ve been lying to me this whole fucking time?! What the fuck? Telling me you’ve been working late in the studio when in reality you’ve been going home at the same time as the rest of the boys! You’ve been avoiding the shit out of me and I’ve been trying my best to keep things together but I can’t handle this anymore. I’ve been worried sick at home, crying myself to sleep most nights because I don’t know what’s going on with you. With us. Instead of ignoring me and distancing yourself from me just tell me you don’t want to date me anymore.” You’re so frustrated you start spewing everything at him, angry tears falling down your cheeks. You don’t care how loud you’re being either, the rest of the boys can definitely hear every word you’re saying.

“Y/n, baby.” Chan says as he gets up to comfort you.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Chris.” You say as you push his hands away from you. “You don’t get to do that after ignoring me for weeks. Not answering my calls or my texts. You don’t get to bury this. Explain yourself. Now. Or I’m leaving.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest, locking eyes with him, tears still cascading down your cheeks.

Chan sighs and backs up to his bed and sits at the edge, placing his head in his hands, letting out a long sigh. He’s quiet for a long time and you take that as his answer. You turn to open the door when you hear him mutter something.

“What?” You ask as you turn back to him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He looks up at you and his face is red, eyes watering and tears spilling down his cheeks. He stutters as he takes a breath in and out. “I’m so, so sorry, y/n.”

You’re not sure what to say. You want to ask what he’s sorry about but you can’t find the words, your breath caught behind the lump in your throat. You stay silent and hope that he explains further.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I never…” a sob wracks its way through him, completely breaking down in front of you. You feel yourself flinch when the instinct to console him rushes through your body, but you remain still. Too scared that he might push you away if you get too close. “I’m.. I ne-… baby, I’m so sorry.” He says through broken breaths.

“Breathe, Chris.” You say as calmly as possible, a little bit of your anger slips through at the end however. He does as you say though and takes in slower breaths.

“I’m sor-“ 

“If you apologize one more time without giving me an explanation I’m leaving.” You say firmly, knowing full well that if you didn’t stop the ‘im sorry’ train, he’d continue down that track for hours.

“I… there were… rumors.” He says as he looks down towards the floor, wringing his hands together. “There were tweets and tiktoks being made about… me… and you… I didn’t know what to do. People saw us out a few months ago and threatened to leak the photos. Our faces weren't visible so the company decided not to respond. But when we didn’t respond, they posted them anyway. There’s been so much speculation and people have been saying such horrible things about what they’d do if I ever had a girlfriend. I was told to not say anything, not to address the rumors, to go on business as usual. But every time I went online that’s all I saw. And I panicked. I didn’t want them to find out about you because I didn’t want them to attack you. I wanted to keep you safe so I distanced myself. I didn’t know what else to do. It was the only way I could think of protecting you.”

You stand there processing his rambling. You’ve been so busy you haven't been online as much as you usually were. Chan keeps muttering ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I didn’t know what to do’. You didn’t know he was having such a hard time and you wish he would’ve just told you instead of keeping it from you.

You slowly approach him and kneel in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in your hands. 

“You should’ve told me.” You whisper to him.

“I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you… no I couldn’t.” He says through shaking breaths. You squeeze his hands tighter in yours.

“But you pushed me away instead. Do you know how worried I was for you? I thought that you were pushing me away because you were getting bored of me, or because… you didn’t love me anymore.” You say the last part quietly, too scared to even voice that the thought had crossed your mind. Chan immediately breaks upon hearing it, falling to the floor in front of you and bringing you in for a tight hug.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry. Baby…” He tries as he sobs into your shoulder, tears falling down your own cheeks as you hug him back just as tight. You both hold each other in your arms, letting all the tears out. When you both stop crying and calm your breaths you both pull away but still keep your limbs tangled together.

“Baby… I-I’m so sorry.” Chan begins as he looks at you with such sad eyes. “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t love you anymore. I didn’t think… I had no idea that pulling away from you would make you think that. I wasn’t thinking.” He lets out a shaky breath, squeezing your hands so tightly. “I love you so much, I- I would do anything for you.”

You smile sadly at him. You place one of your hands on his cheek, cradling his face in your palm. “You would?” 

“Of course.” 

“Then let me in.” You whisper, placing your other hand on his empty cheek. He nuzzles into your palm as you continue. “Don’t push me away. Tell me about all your worries, your struggles, your dreams, your desires. Let me in and I’ll do the same. I love you, Chan, I want to be able to take care of you.”

“B-but, I don’t want you to worry. I want to be strong for the both of us.”

“You don’t need to be strong, baby. I just want you to rely on me more. Please..” 

He looks at you and then down to the ground and back up at you. “Ok, but I want you to rely on me too.” 

You nod at his request and a small smile appears on his lips.

“I’m sorry baby, really, I am.” Chan says as he pulls you closer to him.

“No more apologies.” You whisper as you place a feather light kiss on his lips. You rest your forehead against his. “Can we snuggle? All these tears made me really tired..”

Chan chuckles and pulls you off the ground with him and directs you to lay down, not getting in the bed with you.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a little worried that he’s going to run away again.

“Just getting some water for us, I’ll be right back. Promise.” He gives you a small smile before quickly padding out of the room. You close your eyes and you can hear murmuring from the hallway, but you’re far too tired to eavesdrop on the conversation. A few moments later you feel the bed dip beside you and you open your eyes being met with Chan’s face mere inches from yours.

“Who was that?” You ask Chan sleepily as you pull him closer to you.

“Jisung. He heard us and was worried. I told him we were good.” He hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

You both lay in silence, Chan rubbing small circles on your back. 

“You sleepy?” Chan asks as he pulls away to get a better look at your face.

You hum in response, opening your eyes to look at him. He chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep, baby.” He places another kiss on your forehead. “I love you.” 

“Love you too, Channie.” You say slowly as you nuzzle your head into his chest, squeezing your arms around him, and drifting off to sleep.

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[softstraykidshours]

May i humbly request a cozy winter fic where Hyunjin just got off tour and he’s come down with something, maybe a stomach bug or a headache and a snow storm takes the power out and y/n (his gf) has to improvise when taking care of him and it’s all fluffy and cute🥹

Love ur writing btw

bestie, this is such a cute idea!!! we've been having a lot of big ice/snow storms where i live so this cozy winter fic was literally the perfect pick me up from the nasty weather. it felt so self-indulgent, and i had so much fun writing this so i really hope you like it!!

and thank you so much for your love and support!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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“baby?” you ask softly as you walk into hyunjin’s apartment, closing the door softly behind you. you slip off your soaked boats and shake the snow off your coat, rubbing your hands together for warmth. a major snowstorm hit just as you were pulling into the parking lot and just the short distance to the front door left you covered in snow and freezing.

you walk quietly around the room looking for him, trying not to make too much noise in case he is asleep. he got home late last night from the latest tour, and the two of you were planning on having a date night since you hadn’t been able to see each other in so long. but you got a text from him late this morning saying he woke up feeling a little under the weather and was going to have to cancel.

you could tell from his messages that he felt terrible about having to cancel on your date, but you weren't focused on that. you were just worried about him being sick and alone in his apartment. so here you are at his doorstep, care package of hot soup and medicine in hand. 

you had tried knocking, but he didn’t answer so you ended up using the key he gave you a while back to let yourself in. you eventually find him in his room, curled up under the biggest pile of blankets you have ever seen with only his face poking out. his eyes are closed but his forehead is scrunched, as though even in his sleep he still feels miserable.

“oh, baby,” you mutter quietly while slipping into the room and setting your stuff down on the dresser. you tiptoe over to him, reaching out carefully to touch his forehead without waking him. he either wasn’t sleeping very deeply or was never truly asleep, because the second the back of your hand brushes his too hot skin, his eyes flutter open. he blinks heavily a few times, trying to clear the fog around his head.

“loves?” he mumbles, voice thick with confusion and exhaustion. “what are you doing here? i thought i texted you about having to cancel. i must have dreamt it, i’m so sorry.”

he scrubs his eyes with the heels of his hands and moves to sit up, but you quickly interject to stop him before he gets too far. 

“no, no, you’re okay! you did text me this morning.”

“then what are y--”

“you said you weren’t feeling well, so i thought i would come check on you to see how you were doing. and now i’m glad i did. baby, why didn’t you tell me you were so sick?”

“i didn’t want to worry you. plus, i knew that--” he pauses for a moment to let out a series of violent coughs. a shiver takes over his body when he finishes hacking, and he burrows further into the blankets, trying to pull them even tighter around himself to stop the shaking before continuing. “i knew that if i told you how badly i really felt that you would come over, and i didn’t want to get you sick too.”

“well, here i am anyways,” you smile lightly, and he lets out a weak laugh before more coughing takes over. your smile quickly fades as concern takes over your expression, and you settle yourself on the edge of the bed next to him. you reach up again to feel his face and curse softly under your breath when you feel how scorching his skin feels.

“baby, you’re burning up.”

“are you trying to tell me i’m hot? because you can just come right out and say it, no need to be embarrassed,” he weakly jokes, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you can’t help the way your heart warms at how he always tries to cheer you up no matter how miserable he feels at the time. 

“oh hush,” you roll your eyes, but the playful grin on your face reveals just how much you appreciate him. “now, let’s get you feeling better.”

you get up from the bed to grab your stuff from the dresser but pause when hyunjin starts to protest. “but loves, you shouldn’t be here, you’ll get sick too. i’m fine really. you can go. i’ll be okay.” he barely gets the words out before he starts coughing again.

turning back towards him, you put one hand on your hip, giving him a look that shows just how unconvinced you are. “jinnie, you’re hacking like you have the black lung, you’re skin is on fire, and you’re burrowed so far under those blankets i can barely see you.” you sit down next to him once more and soften your tone slightly. “just let me take care of you.”

“but you’ll get sick,” he continues to argued, always worried about you and your safety. “i don’t want--”

you cut off his protests by leaning in and kissing him, his lips feverishly hot against yours. “there. now i’ve been fully exposed, so i might as well stay.”

“why would you-- ugh, loves. you shouldn’t have done that, now you’re almost guaranteed to get sick too,” he huffs at your insistence to stay, but his complaints have lost their fervor, and you can tell that the part of him that wants you there with him is winning. 

“now, where was i…aw yes, getting you feeling better,” you grab your stuff off the dresser and turn to head to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway for a moment. “i’ll be right back. i just need to put this soup on the stove so it can stay warm. have you been drinking any water?” he shakes his head slightly. 

you head out to get everything ready, returning shortly with a glass of water and some pills. “here take these, they should hopefully help you feel a little better.”

he sits up to take a sip of the water, the blankets falling off him in the process, causing shivers to break out over his body as the air hits his feverish skin. you quickly move to wrap them back around him, but pause when you feel how damp his sheets are. “baby, your sheets are all sweaty from curling up in them all day with a fever. you can’t keep laying in them like this, it will just make you feel worse. here, let's move out to the couch for a little bit so i can wash these, okay?”

he nods in agreement, and you help him up, surrounding him in clean blankets once he’s settled on the couch. you then strip his bed and throw everything in the washer. “almost done!” you tell him from the other side of the apartment. “i just have to get this started and then i’ll grab your soup.” 

you set the washer but just as you are about to hit start, suddenly the lights flicker before everything goes dark. pulling out your phone flashlight, you make your way back to hyunjin who is now sitting up on the couch, head turning back and forth as he tries to see through the darkness.

“hey, it’s okay, you can lay back down. it’s just a power outage. there was a big snowstorm that started right before i got here, so it must have knocked out the electricity.”

you tuck him back into the couch before rustling around to find a few candles and set them around the living room and kitchen, casting everything in a soft orange glow. 

“there, that should do the trick for now,” you look around the room, and your gaze catches on the pot you had simmering on the stove. “oh! your soup! you should eat it before it gets cold, because i won’t have a way to heat it up again.” you bring a bowl over to him and help prop him up to eat, ensuring all the blankets are still keeping him as covered as possible.

he sips tentatively on the soup, taking the smallest bites you have ever seen. “does it taste okay? i’d never been to the place before, but it was on the way, and i didn’t want to take too long to get here. i’m sorry if it’s not good, you don’t have to eat it," you start rambling, but he interjects before you can continue.

“no, no, it’s delicious,” he reassures, taking a slightly bigger bite. “it’s just, this is the first thing i’ve had all day so i’m trying to go slow to make sure it doesn’t upset my stomach.” you open your mouth to scold him for not eating, but bite back your words when you see the sheepish expression on his face. “thank you so much for bringing it for me, loves, and just for being here in general.”

“of course! you know i--” your words are cut off by more coughing from hyunjin, and you grab the soup, helping hold it until the fit is over so it doesn’t spill all over him.

“i'm sorry, loves. i was going to try to make you some ginger tea to help with your cough, but the power went out before i was able to boil some water,” you pause for a moment, racking your brain for ideas. “oh! i do still have the honey that i bought for your tea. when you’re done with your soup we can try some of that, and it might help with your cough.”

“sounds perfect,” he says, offering you a soft smile before taking a few more bites of his soup. you spend the next few minutes in silence, curled up next to hyunjin while he eats. he doesn’t sit up for long, but you can tell by the time he’s finished that he’s absolutely exhausted from the small amount of energy he expended. you offer him some honey and another glass of water before helping him settle back down on the couch.

his forehead is still unnaturally warm so you wet a washcloth with one of the water bottles from his fridge, since the water apparently also went out with the power, and place it gently on his forehead. you sit in the armchair on the other side of the living room in order to give him some space. moving one of the candles closer, you pull out the book you brought and start quietly reading while he rests. 

you don’t know how much time passes with you reading, glancing up every once in a while to make sure he’s okay when you hear him shift around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. eventually a quiet, hoarse voice breaks the silence, pulling your attention away from the pages in front of you. 

“loves?” the pitiful look on his face pulls at your chest. it’s obvious just by looking at him how miserable he feels, and you wish you could do more to make him feel better.

“yes, baby? do you need something?”

“can you hold me?” your heart aches at his words, and you simply nod in response, unable to speak over the lump forming in your throat. you move over to the couch, helping him shift down so you have room to sit. making sure the blankets stay tucked around him, you pull his head into your lap. 

you take the washcloth off his forehead, bending down to plant a gently kiss on his temple. you then flip the cloth over and set it back on him, so the cooler side is up against his skin. you start running your fingers gently through his hair, humming softly as you do and his eyes flutter closed at the soothing gesture. eventually his features soften, the uncomfortable expression disappearing from his face as his breathing slows. you continue long after he falls asleep, so grateful to finally see him so relaxed and comfortable.