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dollishbabess · 2 days ago

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Do you do batfamily? I literally love your profile aesthetic and I think it would be really cool something like girly reader who is the youngest in the batfamily, I think it would be funny the boys dealing with her and everything. ily🤍

“I PRESSED HIDE ICONS BUT I CAN STILL SEE ME” ── .✦ DOLLISH ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

A/n: this literally made me laugh but tysm ily too, but literally i tried to balance this with sass + a girl who likes pink and other colors instead of stereotypical pink girly girl and etc but if this is not correct then sorry because i only have one sister and a brother and i’m oldest out of all of them.

tags: batfamily x girly!batsis

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The manor is, of course, dark and filled with heavy, old-fashioned furniture. Meanwhile, you’re room is beautiful with subtle hints of pink decor and white, and a beautiful walk in closet, and your room is the only spot with cozy, neutral decor and soft pinks, which you somehow convinced Alfred was “tasteful and happy”

Bruce pretends he doesn’t notice the little decorative changes you make around the house, like the rose-gold lamp in the hallway or the fresh flowers on the dining table. Alfred, though, secretly loves it because it makes the place feel a little less like a ‘depressive episode’ (I’m convinced if someone suicidal went in that manor they would likely fucking commit at this rate).

“CINDERELLA ARE YOU FUCKING READY?!” ── .✦

When you go to family dinners or galas, the boys have come to expect that you’ll need at least an hour to get ready. They used to complain, but now they’ve just accepted it (even if it means sleeping while standing up waiting) And you’re always perfectly dressed, from your hair to your jewelry.

Tim once asked why you had to wear rings on your ring finger without being married, and without missing a beat, you responded, “Because I need to let people know I have style standards, maybe you can learn a or two about fashion, your dressed like a fucking caveman.”

“ITS EXPLAINABLE” ── .✦

Alfred has somehow become your unofficial shopping partner, knowing all your preferred stores and patiently sitting outside the fitting rooms. He’s the only one who will willingly go with you without complaint, and he even knows which colors you like best

Once, Bruce was caught off guard by a credit card alert because it was awhile someone spent THAT much money and asked Alfred about it. Alfred just responded calmly, “It was for necessary purchases, Master Wayne,” even though the “necessary purchases” included a ton of “designer” things.

── .✦

Damian once challenged you to a chess match, thinking he could beat you easily. Halfway through, you made a risky move, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “You’re about to see a queen move.” Damian lost, and he’s still confused about how it happened.

One morning, Dick said, “Isn’t it a little early for all the glam and glitter?” You just gave him a look and said, “Isn’t it a little late for you to be alive, your social security number is probably one.

YOUR BEAUTY PRODUCTS BECOMING A ATTEMPT ON PEOPLES LIVES ── .✦

Bruce has almost tripped on your eyelash curler twice. The family has also officially banned you from putting skincare masks in the fridge after Jason mistook your green tea gel eye masks for some kind of salad topping (the worse part is… he ate the whole thing and didn’t realize until he went shopping trying to find the exact one until he found it in the skincare aisle instead of the salad dressing aisle…)

Tim opened the wrong drawer in your room once, and it looked like a makeup frenzy had exploded. Lip glosses, nail polishes, tiny skincare samples, and sheet masks cascaded out, and he just stood there, baffled by how much one person could need, (he thought you ran a business for a few days after.)

── .✦

You also gave Bruce a mini heart attack when you told him you wanted a different laptop because “this one’s too boring.” The Batcomputer tech isn’t boring, but you wanted a rose-gold case and “a vibe,” so Bruce ended up ordering one in the exact shade you wanted.

The family group chat is complete chaos. You regularly send pictures of quotes from romance novels, and the occasional inspirational meme with sparkles. Once, you sent a photo of the living room and asked, “Could we get some lighter curtains in here? For my aesthetic and mental well being?”

Whenever someone’s late, you flood the chat with passive-aggressive texts like, “Jason, do you know what ‘be here at 6 PM’ means?” or “Dick, if you’re any later, I’ll be old enough to vote for Kamala at this rate.”

MOVIE NIGHTS ── .✦

You insist on watching rom-coms and dramas instead of the usual action movies. Even though the boys groan, you’ve noticed they secretly enjoy the movies by the end. Tim tried to deny it, but he was caught laughing at a scene in white chicks and you swore to never let him forget it.

Once, you convinced them to watch a “fall aesthetic” movie marathon, complete with hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets. Even Jason joined in, and you teased him the whole night, whispering, “Don’t pretend you don’t love a good blanket.

THE OFFICAL FASHION GURU FINALBOSS 💜 ── .✦

You’ve taken it upon yourself to occasionally “advise” the boys on their fashion. If Tim wears a hoodie that’s “two shades too close to ‘depression’ ” you’ll be the first to tell him. You even convinced Damian to try a collared shirt once, though he looked horrified.

Dick gets roasted the most. He walked out wearing cargo shorts once, and you deadpan, “Going for the ‘i’m so old i saw humans evolve’ look i see.” He didn’t change, but he was clearly a little self-conscious the whole day (he never wore cargo shorts ever again…)

SKINCARE TIPS ── .✦

You’ve taught the boys some random facts they never knew, like the importance of hyaluronic acid for skincare and the difference between ballet flats and loafers. They pretend to brush it off, but you’ve overheard Jason giving roy skincare advice using the tips you shared.

When Bruce had a minor scratch on his face from patrol, you casually handed him concealer. “Just dab, blend, and don’t tell anyone,” you said. He followed the instructions without a word (he used to do that before, just impressed you also knew)

THE BABY OF THE FAMILY ── .✦

As the youngest, you know how to work the “baby sister” angle like a pro. The boys are fiercely protective, and any time you need a ride, money for something “totally essential,” or help with homework, you can count on one of them stepping up.

Once, you asked Damian to grab something from a high shelf for you, and when he hesitated, you hit him with, “Guess i really am alone without a good brother..” He ended up grabbing it for you with a grumble, but you swear you saw him smirk.

@dollishbabess made by me, do not translate, or repost or copy.

Second divider: @cafekitsune, other dividers not sure I kinda forgot sorry

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missfrustration · 2 days ago

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a scholar's secret (nanami kento x reader 18+)

rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, rough oral sex, vaginal sex, college/university au, teacher/student relationship, face-fucking, marking, semi-public sex, desk sex, mildly dubious consent, suit kink, light bondage, accidental voyeurism, no use of y/n

A/n: 🎵THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDERRR🎵 who likes the men in suits kink?? THIS QUEEN. on ao3 here!

word count: 5.3k (too long)

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“Don’t call me by that name; that’s extremely disrespectful, young lady. I am your senior, and you will address me as such.”

“I’ll do whatever I want, Nanami .” You cross your arms, looking at your professor sitting at his desk across the room.

Today, he asked you to stay after school for remedial lessons. You’ve been failing his class recently, which he doesn’t take lightly. You couldn’t give less of a shit, however, since It isn’t the class you’re bothered about; it’s him.

Nanami Kento is the one who’s constantly been on your mind. You can't deny your attraction toward your English professor even when you're almost a decade younger than him, but your current situation makes your feelings impossible to hide.

“Do you want to stay in this program or not? If you keep skipping my classes, the school will drop you out.” He points at you with a pen in hand.

“Do you even want me to stay? You could kick me out yourself if I’m such a burden.” You sit on the student desk closest to Nanami, crossing your legs. Nanami clicks his tongue at the action, now looking at you up and down.

“Yes, I want all of my students to stay and pass. And that includes you, too.” He shifts to rest his head on his palm. “You’re intelligent enough to pass this class with flying colors, so why don’t you try?”

“Why don’t I ? You don’t take me seriously! Do you think I should give a shit-”

Nanami calls your name, cutting you off, “Watch your language. Now . I will not tolerate this disobedience in my classroom.”

He’s not playing around anymore, but that annoyed look of his as he lazily puts his chin on his palm pisses you off more. You kick off the table, back onto the carpeted floor, and pace behind his desk. He keeps eye contact with you without swiveling his head, watching your every move with indifference.

“Or what ? Gonna fucking kick me out? Seems like the right course of action, considering I’m just some bitch you couldn’t care less about.” You spit out.

He slowly turns to you, raising his head from his hands, which causes you to back down. “Hey,” Nanami starts getting up to face you entirely, “I said language. Watch yourself, young lady. ”

You’ve had about enough of this. If this is how it’s gonna be, you didn’t even care about winning his affection anymore. You just need to say what’s on your mind. You’re probably going to get kicked off the roster either way.

You look at him and lower your voice as you step closer. “I know that you know, Nanami.”

He raises his eyebrow as you continue.

“I can’t keep taking your class if you silently reject me. If you treated me like a nobody, maybe it would be better. Instead, you have me stay after class doing stupid lessons like that will change anything.”

You pause for a minute, feeling the back of your eyes water and a cry come to your throat. You feel so frustrated with him right now but crying would make things so much worse. You continue with your head down, putting an extended emphasis on your words to quell your emotions. “It’s… torture for me. I can’t keep seeing your face in class anymore.”

You raise your head to see the man standing in front of you. He gets up from his chair and crosses his arms.

Nanami closes his eyes and gives a long sigh. “Okay. I’m sorry. I thought this would be helpful for you given the situation, but now I realize I was mistaken.”

He ends his sentence, looking back at you silently for a reply. You stare at him, growing more furious the longer he doesn’t say anything else.

“Wow, I can’t believe you. That’s all you have to say to me, asshole?” You spit out.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop spouting that unpleasant language.”

“Oh, yeah? Make me then, Nanami .” You raise your hand to point at him. Before you could, Nanami grabbed your hand and gripped it. Hard. You try to free yourself, but your teacher won’t let go.

“Hey, get off!”

“No.”

“This is extremely unprofessional of you.”

Nanami cocks his head and twists your wrist, which plagues your discomfort, “Huh. I could say the same for you, young lady. Watch your mouth.”

You try to free your wrist again and again. To no avail, it only makes his grip tighten. Your tears have dissipated, leaving behind the pent-up rage you’ve built from this man.

“Just. Let. Me. Leave!”

“No can do.”

You start to turn away. With your back facing him, you try to free your wrist still grabbed by your professor. With each tug to break free, you spit out the vulgarity, “Ugh, you’re an asshole. An idiot. A moron. Shitbag. Useless profess-”

You feel a harsh tug on your wrist as you whirl around. You feel dazed and confused, letting out a small yelp that is silenced by his lips clashing against yours and rough hands falling on your waist. Against your lips, Nanami mutters.

“You brat.”

As your back falls against Nanami’s desk, you lean forward to deepen the kiss, earning a growl from him. Nanami’s scent instantly infiltrated your nose, a nutty musk and vanilla that fit him perfectly. His grip gets harsher when he feels you comply with his touch and your bodies close as you take your pent-up frustrations on each other. You dig your nails through the roots of his hair. He grabs your waist with need, cutting your thighs onto the rigid wood, which causes you to squeak in surprise.

You think Nanami has finally snapped out of his hypnosis when he slowly separates himself from you with a sour look. He shakes his head with a lingering sigh, tapping a finger to your forehead.

“I thought you would’ve learned to keep your mouth shut, but I can see you didn’t get that through that pretty little head.”

“I’m curious to hear what else you expect me to learn when you want to shut me up like this .”

He brushes his hair back as he looks you up and down, taking down your body in a generous display that makes your face heat up. Your thin bra and shirt revealed the protusion of your nipples, and those tight, low-rise jeans showed enough midriff to be noticeable. He bluntly ignores your comment, and you can tell by his knit brows and darting eyes that he’s entirely in his thoughts.

“Dammit, you pesky girl, if I keep going, I’ll be in huge trouble.”

You are dumbfounded at this turn of events. As Nanami hints, separating your bodies to stop this very inappropriate advance would be the best course of action, yet your limbs are still entangled; you don’t push yourself off the desk, and your faces stay tapered to the intimate space. You see his lips pursed and his temples relaxed. The chisel of his jaw was somehow sharper in your proximity, now making him look more irresistible.

“I can keep a secret.” You say.

Desperation takes over as you brush past his tie, feeling the tight muscles that hold shape under his pressed suit. You bawl your fists tightly onto Nanami’s fitted suit jacket before diving your lips to his. Now you were the hungry one. Nanami matches your pace, promptly leading the kiss as he presses into your body.

“We are so fucked if we get caught, huh?” You can’t keep a smile off your face against his lips, reveling in the fact that Nanami’s whole career is on the line—all because of you.

“Obviously.”

“I don’t see what you’re trying to do then. Lose your job?”

Nanami clicks his tongue at the sudden cockiness you’ve shown, tilting your face up to meet his gaze and smushing your cheeks between the pads of his fingers. You note that his hands are unusually soft.

“I’m trying to shut up that filthy mouth of yours.”

His brows are furrowed, almost angry at you for making him say the things he seems desperate to conceal. You could care less if he’s agitated; he has you so worked up that your feelings are in a daze–well, except for the feeling that makes you want to moan against the stiffened fingers that clutch your skin.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

He lifts you onto his desk, pushing past a stack of papers. It didn’t matter that the last essay for your class cascaded on the floor at that moment. What did matter was the way Nanami’s hands laid on your button-up blouse, pulling it apart so rough the plastic buttons flew off your shirt, clattering across the floor. You moan erotically before Nanami’s large hand clamps on your mouth, muffling you.

“ Ah, ah. We don’t need anyone hearing that,” Nanami says, his hand unfastening from your lips yet idles in the air. “Obey this one thing, at least.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, I’ll teach you an outstanding lesson while we’re at it.” Nanami pulls his tie off cleanly, leaving the collar slack from his broad neck. He slips his suit jacket off with ease and tosses it to the ground.

“Teaching me anything this year hasn’t been your strong suit.”

“Well, we don’t need to do this the hard way, but with that attitude? That’s where you're headed,” Nanami grabs both of your breasts under that thin bra of yours, freeing them from the cups before diving in to taste them.

A small pant escapes your lips at the sensation, arching your back to give your professor more access. He takes the opportunity, using his teeth to slowly drag across your nipples. Your knuckles clench against the desk as you try to stay quiet. Even if your threshold for pleasure without moaning like an animal is barely existent, you want more from Nanami. You want him to rile up, to give him a face other than stoicism and agitation.

“What’s the hard way ? Being fucked in your classroom?” You thrall, unable to hide that smirk that tells Nanami exactly which option you prefer. “Maybe making me your private lesson for the day?”

Nanami scoffs, using your name as a cautionary tale, to tell you to not push him. You swing your feet on his desk, knocking the back of your shoes off the wood, and grabbing your tits to playfully taunt him. You twist the nipples in front of him, giving him your feigned faces of arousal, grabbing the fat like it didn’t matter to you. You wanted it all to matter to him, and you certainly didn’t miss those eyes that glanced at your display before looking back up.

“ Oh , I love a challenge, baby.” You sing, reaching up to pull him closer, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt to reveal a soft glimpse of clavicle.

His hands catch both of yours.

Before you could feel the skin underneath that white shirt, Nanami’s hands took your hips and dragged you back on the ground, away from the desk and probably the last chance you had to back out. Not like you had any intention to back out anyway.

“Get on your fucking knees.” He says. The words come out so dark, so lustful , so purposeful that you would’ve never expected from your English professor.

You didn’t even need to think about it. The way you immediately knelt on the ground like an obedient dog for your instructor is concerning. You watch his hands reach above his trouser pants, see his well-manicured nails travel right at the hem in front of you, and pull out the dress shirt he tucked so neatly in place. Once his brown leather belt clicked off, you didn’t need to consider future repercussions.

“The rest of it. Take it off.” He tells you.

Your skinny fingers unbutton his suit pants and inch down his boxers, catapulting his hard-on out in the air. You practically whimper at the sight. His dick is more than you imagined in all those lectures you sat in on. It's curved with a prominent and a large vein running from head to base, making you shift your legs. You thought about him in the same lectures where you would catch eyes with Nanami and let both eyes travel to each other. Those tight trousers you’ve thirsted to have off are no longer a problem.

It’s much more satisfying when you see the drapes match the curtains.

“Good, now…–!” His sentence breaks, and he hisses when your fingers suddenly wrap around him.

You feel a different ridge and vein of his thick girth for every second that passes before gallantly pumping it with your fist. The way your fingers were shy of connecting a ring around his shaft was enough to make you wet.

You didn’t have to think twice when you looked up at him, giving him pretty innocent eyes as you stroked his cock. Inside, you were absolutely reveling in the power. Your arms narrowed into your torso, giving Nanami the perfect view of your tits. You pulled your face right next to his member while you stroked it like such a tease to see if you could make him take things a step further. At this point, you can’t hide the creeping grin when Nanami’s stoic gaze starts to turn darker. He starts unbuttoning the rest of his loosened shirt.

“ Fuck , I love how you look right now,” Nanami says. “Put that gorgeous mouth to work.”

No second was needed to think; you instantly cut your attention on the growl that spilled off of his tongue when your lips kissed his cock. Maybe it would be better to get to the point, to take all of him in your mouth and show him what you’ve been daydreaming about, but something wants you to unravel him slowly. By the time each of his buttons undoes on his dress shirt, you get to see just how chiseled your professor is.

You travel your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing and tasting the sweet skin shy of his trimmed pubic hair. You gaze at the perfect cut of his V-line, then to all the rigid lines of each muscle exposed to you.

Your hands start to loosen the pants and boxers still around his hips as you lick him, making it pool down his ankles and shiny brown loafers. You return to his hips and trace graceful lines on his cream-colored skin.

His skin catches you in a trace; every inch of his body is soft and supple, showing it’s cared for. When your fingers rub against it, you mistake it for a canvas picked from the finest clothes. The perfection doesn’t look real.

Your face flushes when his finger strokes your cheek. He looks like he could melt from your eyes, slowly turning a more profound gaze once you take all of him in your mouth.

You let your throat relax as, inch by inch, you swallow his cock down, looking at him the whole way. Nanami watches the whole thing, mouth agape, and face furrowed like he’s in agony . Like he was one step away from using your head as he liked and making a mess out of you, his favorite student who should learn more about obedience. The pace you hold is that of a snail, but you want to get accustomed to his length: it’ll help out both of you.

Once his pubic hair tickles the tip of your nose, you feel like you’re running out of breath. The need to take all of him is a ticking time bomb. You squish your lips against the base in a flash, scrunching your nose to his pelvis before pulling away and starting back at the head.

The second time, reaching his base was a lot easier, especially with a hot distraction watching you like you were the moon and stars. Tufts of hair now stuck to his forehead as he pants at you, eyes dilated and bothered to look at anything else.

You continue to bob your head up and down on his pulsing dick, reaching a finger to tug at his balls lightly. Your mouth has fully painted his shaft in a layer of your own spit, brushing it down the base before replacing it with a new layer. The build-up of saliva gathered around your lips in a wet foam.

His stoic gaze, which he held since the day you met him, crumbles. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he huffs in the air. By the minute, his pants grow rugged as his hand brushes back your hair. If he didn’t do that, your hair would’ve been in the way of the lock of your eyes.

When you tease the bottom of his head with the graze of your bottom teeth, he balls your loose hair in a fist. the force causes you to whimper out before plunging his dick in your mouth as fast as you could. Over and over again.

“ Thaat’s it .”

His head throws back as his hips start to snap into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair forces you down on his cock, but the other presses against your cheek, caressing and tilting your head just right. He groans a little louder when he tilts your head up to rock against you, just to tilt your head back down when it gets overwhelming.

You could practically taste the pre-cum seeping into your mouth, your cheeks hollow out, making the pressure on Nanami’s cock tighten the fist on your hair. He couldn’t help but use that head. He rocks you with reckless abandon, tears rolling down your cheeks and no doubt make a writhing mess of you. You constrict your lips around him so much his entire body jolts. You want more than just pre-cum.

“Okay, okay.”

He pulls you off once he’s on the edge of cumming down your throat. How can you tell? The bliss he had on his face slowly trickling earlier was now contorted, his once slicked back hair now starting to fall out of place, and his other hand that gripped the edge of his desk at the last minute showed you all you needed to know. He didn’t need to tell you the obvious anyway, you knew where he wants to cum.

Your mouth had saliva dripping down your chin, making a thick string connect you and the tip of his penis. Your eyes teared up enough to no doubt smear the mascara on your bottom lashes. Gasps of air replace the part of Nanami that graced every corner of your mouth. You looked up at him like you were oblivious to the mess he made out of you, practically fluttering your eyes at his almost naked body.

“You look beautiful like that.”

Nanami helps you up before enveloping you in his body, arm around your waist, and crooning your head to sop up the spit that dribbled down your neck. The sensation of his tongue and grip on your body made it feel on fire. His lips to your ear had the perfect timing.

“You want me to treat your pretty pussy the same way as your slutty mouth?”

“Please.”

Nanami immediately kisses you while helping you out of your clothing. Things needed to change if he was the only one naked.

He’s insatiable when he sees your naked body, taking in every exposed surface of skin that he can. In one swift motion, he moves closer to you before leaning down, hoisting you in the air by your ass, with large hands gripping the supple skin before placing you on his desk. You’re left in disarray as he wastes no time nipping at your skin. His hands are on you, caressing you as one holds your face close. His teeth brush up and down the surface of your shoulders.

Your hands impatiently reach for the hand lovingly stroking your face, lowering it down your torso near your aching apex.

“Touch me.”

Your legs spread to show him a view of your lips, the ones his hand is being led to. You study his face as he gets achingly closer to your core, watching the enchantment in his eyes over that stoicism.

A heavy exhale escapes you when his fingers brush over your labia, his fingers drawing along the puffy skin. Even with his slight touch, a small whine escapes you as you shiver under his touch.

He spreads your folds with two fingers and sighs, no doubt seeing the effect he’s had on you. Your arousal pools out from the source, one he uses to gloss his fingers. He presses his digits against you and coats himself so expertly before pausing. It causes your legs to squirm with anticipation.

“I don’t think it will fit.” He exhales a harbored breath and holds up his fingers, spitting on them as pseudo-lubricant. “Let me teach you how to fix that.”

He leans over you, spit softly dribbling down his knuckles as his other hand cages you to him.

Your arms buckle against the desk to steady yourself as you lean back, giving Nanami the perfect spot over you. He positions himself between your legs, arm lowering down to your apex by slowly dragging the back of his hand down your body.

Nanami watches your body as his finger pushes in. No, push is an overstatement. His finger easily glides into you, breaking the barrier easily due to your dripping arousal. Your eyebrows lift and knit together as your body reacts to him. His eyes stay on you, stoic yet interested in your movement.

“You sound good like this.”

He’s a knuckle-deep by the time you start to pant, fists tightened against the desk. Your back arches to showcase your pretty tits to him, and you feel your legs spread more with each inch he pushes into you.

“And you get worked up so fast.”

Never has a man been so intent, so clear with his actions, enough to make yourself so turned on from so little done to your body. His words make you wetter and your pussy pulse in a way that doesn’t feel possible.

You feel euphoric when he starts pumping. At first you tried not to show it, but his expertise was clear, watching your reaction to each movement. Heavy, piercing eyes look at you, searching for a reason why you’ve come undone faster than he thought.

You let out weighted breaths, coming out of you like a thick smoke. You try to quell the flames, to lower the tone of your pleasure, but Nanami dares to make you even hotter, even louder with fingers that pump faster into you..

He’s in a daze, looking at your pussy as his fingers go in and out, scissoring, curling, plunging inside you. You try to swallow down your moans as you clench onto digits.

“Slow down.” You manage to say.

He pulls back immediately.

“Why, too much?”

“No, I just, I don’t feel like I should be this loud over justâ€¦”

“I can fix that.”

His head impatiently presses to yours.

He lingers his tongue against your lips, leaving your mouth breathless before he’s even kissed you. Your hand leads him back when you see his plan; to muffle you under his touch.

You feel him insert another finger into you.

What is this, the second? Third? His finger stretched you out so much you can’t determine it, but you know you need it in order to fit him.

His fingers gently scissor you open, helping your body adapt to the changes. He uses his other hand to stroke your leg when it starts to shake, and he looks at your face, watching for any semblance of pain along the way.

“Are you doing okay?” He whispers.

“I can definitely take more.” You said, coming off as more cocky than you intended.

“I see.”

He leans down to the floor, making you spread your legs in anticipation for him licking you up, that would make sense right?

“Give me your hands.”

Did you think he needs your hands for this? No. You hold them out for him regardless.

You don’t think you could fully register how fast he grabbed your wrists as you see his tie flash past and quickly tighten around the skin.

“Who knew English class could get you so riled up?” You giggle in response before being shut up by Nanami’s lips on yours.

Your tongues dance together when you hear the familiar crinkle of a wrapper, before peaking your eyes open to see Nanami sliding the condom down his member. He doesn’t falter once.

Your hands feel higher when he breaks the kiss, Nanami forcing them up and out of the way in order to get close to you. It only takes a second to reconnect lips again, both of you so hungry this time, knowing what’s to come.

With nimble hands you pull Nanami closer, letting his hands lower to your hips, gripping himself close to your soaked pussy. With a whisper of consent, his cockhead eases into you.

Pushing in, both of you release a sigh of relief as you feel yourself being stretched out more than earlier. You whimper against his skin, thankful he worked on loosening you up beforehand, but still living the very real consequences of his thick girth.

Your hands squirm in the air, desperately wanting to wrap around your professor, but a stagnant hand holds them in the air, denying you the ability to move them any farther than digging your nails into his wrist.

You stifle your moans into heavy breaths when his length fully sinks into you, but the task seems impossible when he starts moving his hips.

you

He was only a few thrusts in before you both heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, Mr. Nanami. You okay in there? I’ll be leaving soon, but I wanted to check in.”

You squeak, realizing who is talking on the other side of the door. It was the dean of the college, one that is a door away from sending you to expulsion. You tense up, something that Nanami definitely notices.

“Dammit,” Nanami mutters, hips stuttering when you unconsciously squeeze around him. For him it feels pleasurable. For you it feels downright heavenly, wasting no time to gasp.

Immediately, hands clasp onto your mouth, muffling a surprised gasp when Nanami thrusts deeper into you.

“Try to be quiet.” He whispers, immediately raising his voice. “Thanks, Ichiji, sir, but I’m good. I just found a student who needs some help. I’ll lock up myselfâ€¦ shit.” Nanami could barely squeeze out an excuse before grunting. You squeezed your pussy around his dick, clamping down on him just right. Does he know if it’s purposeful? At first it wasn’t, but seeing he has his hand clamp around you, it’s free game.

“You sure you’re alright? I heard some concerning noises,” the principal trails off.

You hear the door handle shift, yet the door doesn’t open.

“Apologies, the handle must be jammed again.” Nanami says. “I’ll get going in a few.”

There’s a pause, one you don’t divulge in, as Nanami gets his payback by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you shiver into his grasp. You hear the faintness of the voice once again.

“Well, try not to overwork yourself again. I’ll be leaving.”

You pry his fingers off your mouth after hearing footsteps echo down the hallway. You almost hear what sounds like a sound of relief coming from your professor.

“Please, that door has never jammed,” You blink. “Wait, did you lock it earlier?”

“Can’t help it. It seems I can’t control myself around you.”

He doesn’t explain further, rather showing you the extent of his swagger.

He leans into your neck, nibbling on the flesh before sucking on one of your nipples, passionately licking, biting, and kissing the bud until your pussy clamps back down on him.

He hollowed his core, rounded his back, and clapped into you more. His eyes watch you flutter under him as your legs wrap around him.

The slaps of his balls thumping against your pussy with each jack of his hips is loud, raunchy, and undomesticated. Your voice breaks into a heavenly sound without resistance now, and Nanami doesn’t move to stop it. When there’s a semblance of silence in your moans, you manage to choke out, “What happened to shutting me up?”

“My superior isn’t here anymore. I couldn’t give a damn about what anyone else hears.”

Nanami spreads your legs, thrusting in you so forcefully your mouth opens in another silent scream, your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Want a challenge? Scream so loud like it’s the last thing I’ll ever hear.”

He drank that shit upâ€”you knewâ€”so much that you could see his eyes practically fuck you harder than his body. Just when you think he’s reached his capacity to pleasure you harder, he reaches for your shoulder, letting his grip slam you into his thrusts. The way his cockhead starts pounding againt your cervix sends a full body current of otherworldly heat into you, making your head kick back and body shake. If it wasn’t for your professor's firm hands on you, your body would have flown off the damn desk. No, all the energy of each thrust is concentrated entirely inside of you, promoting a mirase of raunchy moans that have never bellowed from your body.

Your crescendo of pleasure hit its peak soon enough, rupturing a loud moan from your throat. Your feet wrap around behind him, encasing his whole length inside you as you cum on him. You stop Nanami’s hard hammering of hips, causing his cock to twitch amidst your orgasm.

You're twitching on his desk, genuinely so tweaked and cock drunk you don’t need to move. Your mouth is open and covered in your dried spittle, along with your face and eye makeup undoubtedly smeared. You’re gasping for air just as much as Nanami is. You don’t have it in you to do anything else; you're not coherent enough for that.

Nanami holds out his hand.

“Here.”

He helps you down with gentle hands. The softness of his grip when his hands fall to your waist swells your heart and makes you blush.

Your mind doesn’t have a chance to think before you feel something heavy drape around your shoulders. Nanami covers you with his suit jacket, one that’s surpringly weighted, yet durable.

He turns you around, and you feel his figure kneel behind you before untieing your restraints. He doesn’t stumble in undoing the knots, freeing your wrists promptly.

“Hold still.”

You feel his hand pressing against your inner thigh, telling you to spread your feet. You do so, and feel a cloth in between your legs, cleaning you up in soft strokes. You let him clean you, keeping your body still.

When he gets up, he paces back to his desk, placing his now sodden handkerchief to the side. You hold the suit jacket from the sides, preventing it from sliding off.

“You planned all those measures? Kinda odd you would have condoms in the classroom.”

He shrugs.

“I can’t imagine having a kid with someone about a decade my junior.”

That wasn’t exactly what you were asking about; you brushed it off regardless. What did annoy you was his hint of snideness in the remark.

You lean against the desk with an annoyed grimace. “Remind me to poke a hole in it next time.”

Nanami furrows his brows at your remark.

“You will do no such thing,” he says in a flat tone. That lack of depth in his voice doesn’t mean you don’t catch a hint of playfulness in his face.

“Does that mean there will be a next time?”

“Come to my class more, and then we can talk.”

“Deal.”

#x reader #fanfic #fem reader #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #my fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #nanami smut

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bunniehunn · 1 day ago

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Yuubeni Chōga

Finally, Yuubeni’s character intro! She’s my yuusona/partial self insert(ish?) Tumblr destroyed the resolution click for a clearer view 😭😭 Me yapping A LOT about her under the cut!

Appearance:

Yuubeni is a young woman with light, freckled olive toned skin and dark brown, almost black eyes. Barely below average at 5’3, with a small build and curves. Still has some baby fat around the stomach area. She has short, curly dark brown hair, usually down. Her fashion fluctuates between the extremes of pink and feminine to looking like she just hopped out of a Dick’s Sporting Goods.

Personality:

Yuubeni is an introverted girl, who always likes to help her friends. She struggles a lot in multiple aspects of her life, like taking care of herself or school work, but she always seems to have energy to assist someone in need. She has adhd and anxiety, and she’s a little sensitive to negative attitudes towards her. She’s a bit naive and gullible, which gets her and her friends into less than desirable situations constantly. She’s also a bit self-conscious socially, and she tries to avoid talking much about herself or her interests in fear of embarrassing herself. If you do get her to talk about something she’s passionate about, though, she switches up to probably one of the highest energy people you’ve ever met. Of course, she’ll probably be thinking about that moment for days, scared you found her weird. She waters down her personality, and won’t let too many people get close. It’s easier for her to befriend extroverts so she doesn’t have to speak, or those who some might say are a little out of the norm.

Backstory:

Yuubeni was born into a very normal family. Her family moved around constantly due to her father’s job, and they never stayed quite in one place for too long. The most recent place they moved was the one they’d stayed for the longest, and Yuubeni really started to feel like she fit in. Of course, she can’t have anything nice, can she? Just as she finally felt comfortable, another move was announced. Distraught, she ‘took a walk’ in the middle of the night. During her ‘walk’, was the moment the sound of horse hooves clopping against pavement were heard, and moments later she blacked out. Waking up in a floating coffin was, obviously, VERY anxiety-inducing for her.

Now at NRC, she’s having trouble juggling her school work, duties, friends, and the constant overblots.

A relationship chart + some extra blurbs.

Random Tidbits!:

Started an art club at school! (Mostly so she can have school-sanctioned art time. Doesn’t expect anybody else to join.)

Gamer! Will get Ortho to convince (force) Idia to play with her. It’s a source of comfort for her.

Sings and acts, likes to do theatre but gets really bad stage fright. Like, straight up full-body shaking.

Her favorite flower is a hydrangea! Her brooch on her striped bow is based off a hydrangea petal.

Loves to do her nails in funky designs.

REALLY easy to scare. Do not scare her, she WILL cry.

Her main symbol/motif is a butterfly!

★彡

GAAAAH I FINALLY MADE IT!!! I’m really proud of her drawing, it’s only my third time attempting to mimick twst style and I think I did good. Sorry this is so long 😭

Tagging! @gimmeurmoneyagh @babyghoul138 @jadenui @taruruchi

@amai-sakura-chan @day-dr3aming @buttholesparkles @mirioho @cheerleaderman

@theolivetree123 @h0neybane @angelwishess @fell-e @tsubomisno1fan

@screamintoad @crystallizsch @skibidibabygirl @moonyasnow @beneathsakurashade

@boopshoops @the-rini-rush

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pancho-pinto · 2 days ago

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Boys' Girl Problems

gift for @myfuckingpenexploded / @crystal-consumer for @mcyt-trick-or-treat!

Fandom: Hermitcraft, 3rd Life Words: 3,043 Rating: General Warnings: No Warnings Relationships: Gem & Joel, Gem/Pearl Additional Tags: High School AU, Internalized Homophobia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Hopeful Ending Summary: Pearl and Etho are over again, hanging out in Tango's room as they do every other day. The wall separating them is thin, and she can hear them laughing. She can hear Pearl, which only reminds her of the things that could be but aren't. Gem is conflicted, and a dumb scuffle with Joel finally brings her some support she desperately needs.

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One thing Gem hates about their house are the thin walls.

Just on the other side of the wall, right beside her room, she can hear the chatter going on in her twin’s room. Despite Tango saying he’d never be mad at Gem for telling him to shut up, Gem keeps her mouth shut. But not because she isn’t bothered by the noise and laughing and whatnot, but because this is that rare chance she gets to hear Pearl be her silly, goofy self.

In hindsight, this is very pathetic because she could just go over and they can all hang out as a group. Tango invites her every time, and every time, she rejects it.

It wouldn’t be fair—corrupting their innocent hang-out with her selfish reasons? She couldn’t bring herself to do that to them. To Tango, much less Pearl—she could to Etho, probably; and Joel for sure wouldn’t have minded being dragged over.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to tune out their voices, focusing on the boy in her bed. If ‘bored’ ever needs a model, Joel for sure is her top pick.

However, instead of nudging or kicking him, she crawls over and lays beside him. Joel facing the door and her facing away from it, their upper bodies meeting in the middle of the bed, both staring at her ceiling. She places her hands on her stomach, one hand over the other, and tries to not think.

Which she fails, but that’s besides the point.

“I found this book, Gem,” Joel says just as she opens her mouth to speak. She presses her lips shut, frowning. She and Joel have this weird connection that she doesn’t even have with her twin—always knowing when the other is about to speak and promptly interrupting, especially during important moments. Still, she lets him, deciding that she will continue to wallow in her misery alone. “You’ll love it.”

She tilts her head back when she catches movement, watching as Joel raises an open book over his head. It’s a small book, an inch shorter than a phone and seemingly as wide as one. She tries to read but the small words blur, and she can’t be bothered to grab her glasses.

“Gem, why did the M&M go to school?”

There is a moment of realization, an instant one that has Gem freezing on the spot. Her vision continues to unblur as Joel waits for her answer, one she doesn’t want to give. A question, she is supposed to answer with a question and then Joel gets to finish the joke.

Faintly, a round of laughter from the other room. Gem almost imagines that’s life laughing in her misery. Joel still waits.

A sigh, defeat, “Why?”

And in the most monotone voice, without even trying to make it humorous, almost like an act of solidarity so they are both suffering in equal parts, Joel replies. “Because he wants to be a Smartie.”

They watch the book as her room falls into silence. Gem wants to cry, probably. Though she doesn’t know if for her current situation or because she can still hear her—Pearl, laughing with such a genuine glee she wants to cry.

She rolls over onto her stomach, hugging her arms around her head in preparation for the tears. Her heart beats hard against the bed, there is tension on her shoulders. Instead of stupid jokes, why couldn’t Joel see she is upset? Why couldn’t she ask for comfort? Why did it have to be like this?

Pearl is Tango’s friend. And she is Tango’s twin. But because she is his twin, she’s never wanted to cross the line. Logically, she knows Tango wouldn’t care, but in the off chance that he did, how could she betray him? That’s her twin!

And Pearl—

Pearl is Tango’s friend. Pearl is wonderful and fun and so genuine. Pearl is so unapologetically quirky and silly and goofy, she wears her heart and feelings on her sleeves, and the whole world is a better place because she exists in it—

“What kind of tea is hard to swallow? Reali-tea.”

And she’s pretty. Tall, long hair, her eyes are beautiful brows and her lips are a little thin but perfect. She is on the lankier side but plays so many sports, and is great at all of them. Her skin is soft and her hands tender—

“If you see a robbery at an Apple store, what does that make you? An i-witness.”

Pearl is perfect. Pearl is lovely. But Pearl is a girl.

A better girl. The best girl.

Who could Gem compare to all the boys so readily willing to give her the world?

Pearl is a wonderful girl. The best girl. She deserves so much better.

“Knock, knock. Who’s there? Gem. Gem who? Gem why aren’t you listening to me?”

As soon as Joel rolls over her, Gem kicks into fight mode and shoves him as she rolls away. However, as Joel is, he chases and sticks as close as he can until she hits the headboard, squashing the pillows against the board and her back, both of them rolled up in her blankets.

She holds her forearm against Joel’s back, who is practically laying on her front.

“Get off!”

“You weren’t listening to me, Gem.”

“I don’t care about your dumb jokes!” Her voice wavers with a half-hiccup, and Joel stops pushing back against her. He stays where he is, facing away from her, covering her and… oddly enough, it feels like protecting her. When she speaks again, her voice is soft and quiet, terrified to be heard, “Joel, please…��

Joel’s reply isn’t quick, nor loud, rather, it’s something forced and strained—giving both of them an out instead of having some deep conversation. She’s known him almost as long as Tango’s known Pearl and Etho, but she never thought that they were that close, though now she realizes they have been.

For a while, even.

“You know,” Joel says, using that ‘macho’ tone when he’s facing off the older boys in school, challenging yet dismissing, uninterested yet it’s laced with sarcasm for the special occasion—all forced, so unlike him, but that’s not something she can think about right now even if she would rather talk about that in place of her current feelings and thoughts—, “whatever problem you have, it’s probably none of my concern. Either way, not like I can help you with anything anyways—”

Gem feels brave because she can’t see him, because the other option is breaking into sobs, and she responds with as much animosity. It’s a front, they know. Makes this easy, pretending that they don’t care.

“Of course you can, it’s girl problems.”

He tenses against her forearm. She wavers. This is it, then? Judgment day?

“What… kind of girl problems?”

“Boys’ girl problems,” she hisses, lips pursed into a scowl. She breathes in stutters, like she can’t quite steady herself. Pearl laughs on the other side before Joel gets the chance to speak, and her world shatters even more. How can Pearl be so close yet far? It isn’t fair. It isn’t.

His silence, her laugh—Gem wants to hide under her blankets like a little girl again, safe from the world and away from all these dizzying thoughts. Her chest tightens and she can’t bring herself to keep it all in anymore.

Suddenly, with a single sob, her room falls into a deafening silence. Like any and every sound is extinguished, left only with her broken sobs and strangling hiccups, suffocating against Joel’s back but safe from… from something. Everything outside of herself. Everything but her—

“Do… you want me to call Tango?” Joel asks and he sounds so far away.

Gem musters a weak ‘no’ and they stay in place.

The corners of her eyes begin to irritate and her face becomes damp and sticky, too hot for comfort too but she can’t bring herself to move. Useless, is all her mind offers when she tries to think of anything. Useless, she mouths as she forces her eyes shut. In a pathetic attempt to call for help, she takes a handful of Joel’s shirt in her hands—pleading he stays? Pleading for help? What does she need?

What does she want?

Her.

She wants her so bad.

But she can’t. She can’t.

“C’mon Gem, you’re better than this,” Joel says, and she knows she is better than this. But she can’t help it. He knows she can’t, she can hear the pity in his voice. “Want… to hear a joke about pizza? I’m… sure that will make you feel better.”

Things happen around her—he pulls away and desperation overtakes her, holding onto him in a panic that breaks her own heart. But he stays, rolls to his knees to face her, one hand holding her wrist, the other holding her arm. She drops her head in shame, disgusted with herself for her messy state.

“Nevermind,” Joel says softly, in a shaky voice, “it’s too cheesy anyways…”

He holds her hand instead of her wrist, his other hand prying the blankets from them. The bed is a mess, she feels a mess. Then he guides her off the bed, inching to the edge and making sure to be by her side when she stands on unsteady legs.

“I’ll say it if you need to hear it,” he whispers when her head drops on his shoulder, standing a couple seconds to regain balance. He is warm and he is sturdy, she can’t help leaning on him. He isn’t pushing her away now, she needs to enjoy this for as long as it will last. A long time, she hopes. “I don’t care who you like or who you are, I will be here, and I will protect you if I have to. If anyone gives you crap at school, you tell me and I will beat their asses. You know I don’t care about expulsion, and… And I care about you, alright? That won’t change, ever.”

“Thanks,” she mouths, and a final hot tear rolls down her itchy cheek.

Gem rubs the back of her hand on already irritated skin, feeling the sting but feeling lighter in her chest. She breathes in and out, fighting the slight headache from sobbing and practically being suffocated by Joel. When he takes a small step, she feels ready and follows, the distance from her bed to the door like an eternity passing in a flash.

Joel places a hand on the doorknob, pausing a second. She rubs the underside of her eyes again, peeking one eye at him. Joel is looking at the doorknob, intently, deep in thought but he answers before she asks.

It’s still quiet, hushed words like he’s making sure to protect her ‘secret’ too, “Talk about putting the L in LGBT…”

Gem shoves him against the door, a measly push that barely moves him. But she smiles, and he smiles twice as wide when she does.

Despite her parents not being home or them doing anything suspicious, they sneak out of her room on tip-toes into the bathroom. Gem washes her face with cold water, and Joel splashes her when she looks at the mirror too long. It’s not long before the bathroom is completely wet, and it’s not long before they are tossing the last dirty towel on the hamper.

The house is quiet as they walk to the living room, in unison taking a detour to the kitchen instead. Instantly, they look through the fridge and cabinets and pantry for food, the insatiable hunger of teens who remembered they can eat.

Through the mundane sound of doors and the quiet hiss of the fridge door, rattling cutlery and packaging rustling, Gem finds a sliver of her voice—still quiet, but a small sound still manages to get Joel’s attention.

“I… Joel? I think I might be… bi…?”

He turns to her, and she looks back, finding that same unreadable expression on his face. His voice, too, remains monotone, “Don’t say you’re bi if you haven’t had sex with a bicycle.”

She blinks at him. A couple times, before she is throwing the paper towel roll at his head. Of course, he catches it and tosses it back, and she catches it unrolled.

“You are awful.”

“And you somehow managed to take not one but two L’s all by yourself.”

She rolls her eyes so far back it hurts, slamming the roll on the counter. Still, they go about their search, finding nothing to eat in the stocked kitchen, so they stand in front of the fridge, looking at it like food will materialize if they stare long enough.

And once again, without saying it, they grab what they need for some pancakes. Beats ordering food, and above that, it beats asking the others to eat together. Gem doesn’t think she can face Pearl right then, or Tango. She can’t come out to her twin because her crush is his friend, a very close friend, and she can’t ruin that for them.

She stares at the little dish in the microwave, the butter melting in it—she realizes she would never forgive herself if Tango lost Pearl because of her stupid feelings.

“I’ll be back,” Joel says, gesturing to where they had come from, probably to the bathroom. Gem gives him a nod.

She pours the melted butter, milk, vanilla, and an egg into another bowl, whisking it together. Joel comes back as she starts to stir the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients, going behind her to start the stove.

“Hey, Gem?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear about the crazy pancake?”

“Oh gosh. No. What about it?”

“I don’t know, he just flipped.”

Gem stares at the back of his head, holding back from smacking him. Kitchen safety and all that. She walks over, placing the bowl beside him.

“I need to change. You okay on your own?”

“Cooking pancakes for my beautiful friend,” Joel says with faux cheer.

Gem rolls her eyes again, but there is a smile on her lips, “Who the heck is burning down my kitchen?”

Joel smiles back then shoos her away. Promptly, and gladly, she walks about from the stupid jokes and puns, even if their absurdities and Joel’s pure intent does warm her heart. A second after entering her room, a knock stops her from taking her sweat-soaked shirt.

“Come in.”

She turns and sees Tango peeking his head in, “Hey, we are going to the mall. Wanna come with?”

Gem does what she always does—thinks of Pearl, thinks of Tango, thinks of her feelings and their friendship—and she shakes her head.

“Joel and I just started making pancakes,” she says, apologetically.

“Aww, why didn’t you say so sooner?” Tango pouts, and she smiles. It’s for the better.

“I’ll save you some!”

“Nah, it’s alright. Do you want anything, then?”

She shakes her head again. “You three be careful, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tango salutes her, and then disappears before the door closes.

Gem stares at the door, wanting so bad to go with them. She knows she can’t, but she wishes she could. Regardless, Tango is gone now, and she expects the other two to be out by now too. It’s just her and Joel, and maybe she can tell him all about her turmoil and dumb feelings. He will help her put distance because she can’t.

She hates relying on others but this… She is too weak for this.

After changing into another shirt, Gem makes a stop in the bathroom, not fully closing the door. She splashes some more water on her face, glad that the redness is fully gone now. It must’ve been gone by the time Tango saw her, or he would’ve said something, which he didn’t.

She sighs, crying her face into a towel, then her hands fall on the edge of the sink. She stares at it, tracing the circle of the drain with her eyes.

The world stops for what feels like the hundredth time.

A hand appears on the corner of her eyes, gently placed on top of hers, squeezing her fingers lightly. Tenderly. So warm.

“Are you okay, Gem? I didn’t hear you at all today. Had me worried,” Pearl says, and there is a playful tone in her voice, worry as her undertone.

Gem looks up to see Pearl, whole body freezing. Pearl has a kind smile, beautiful eyes. And Gem’s lips part without words. It took this long for Gem to realize that being able to hear them three means that they were able to hear her and Joel all this time too. She feels stupid, but her mind is clouded by Pearl’s presence to really be able to think about anything.

She nods, small. Pearl is unconvinced, but she doesn’t push it either.

“Alright then, if you say so.” Pearl smiles, so pretty. Gem fixates on her lips, then drops her head when she realizes. Her eyes fall on their hands, Pearl’s almost covering hers fully. Her heartbeat is steady but loud, her breathing small and fragile. “Tango said you weren’t coming with us. I hope you can come hang out with us some time, Gem. You and Joel—”

Yes, Gem almost blurts out, so ready to give up everything to do as Pearl wants.

But her lips remain shut, giving a non-committed shrug in return.

“—but mostly you.” Pearl whispers beside her ear, her cheek brushing against Gem’s, the touch sending shivers down Gem’s spine. Her lips brush against her jaw, and Gem has to force her eyes shut, holding her breath as Pearl lingers close. So close.

Then she is pulling away, and Gem can’t face her.

“I’ll see you later, Gem!”

Pearl is gone after that, the bathroom door left ajar like she’d never even been there in the first place. Gem raises a hand to her face, fingertips brushing the places that Pearl had touched. Slowly, she opens her eyes to see her hand, the back of it, still tingling.

She holds her fist against her thundering heart, a whirlwind of emotions suddenly rushing over her.

There’s a chance.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #gempearl #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #smallishbeans #panfic

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vibratingskull · 10 hours ago

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Howdy, can I please make a request for a ThrawnxF!reader . they have children together but he has no interest in marriage, and because of this and because of their age gap, she is known as the Grand admiral concubines /mistresses.

Either she embraces it, or will she confront him about it.

This is an interesting starting point, but it would be quite OOC for Thrawn to do that (imo), so I took the liberty to tweak it a bit, I hope you don't mind 😋

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: pregnancy, cultural miscommunications, reader may lacks some neurons... oops

You huff sitting down with your pregnant belly preventing you from moving easily. You groan as it tenses up your lower back muscles.

“Hard day, mama?” Karyn eyeballs you, lightly amused as she sips on her cup of caff.

“Arf, don’t tell me about it! They are destroying me, they kick and move around all night!”

“It must not be that hard if you keep having them.” She chuckles, “It’s the fourth one, correct?”

“Fifth: I had twins.” You correct.

“Ah yeah... Grand Admiral Thrawn’s greatest accomplishment.” She muses, “He was so enthralled by the news he invited me for a drink in his office instead of strategizing.”

“Glad to know my boyfriend and best friend meet behind my back” You snigger, “Should I start to worry?”

It is a joke of course, you know Thrawn would never cheat on you, especially not when you are carrying his heirs and Karyn would never betray you in such a way but she seems to not have gotten the memo with the look she is giving you right now.

“It’s a joke, Karyn. I know you’re not doing anything behind my back.” You exhale a tired chuckle as your baby kicks again.

She gauges you up and down with a weird expression, stirring her cup.

“What?” You demand.

“Nothing... Just that Grand Admiral Thrawn would probably not appreciate that.”

“What? Joking about him cheating? Maybe, but you do not need to tell him.” You wink at her.

“No, the ‘boyfriend’ thing.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, lost.

“Then what am I supposed to call him then? ‘Sir’? ‘Master’? Cause I am not doing that.”

“Simply your ‘husband’.” She explains, “I do not think he would appreciate being relegated to a ‘boyfriend’ status, that is all.”

You sneer before wincing in pain.

“Karyn, do you see a ring on my finger? Then he is not my husband, not even my fiance. He is my boyfriend. The father of my children but my boyfriend.”

She looks more and more disconcerted.

“That is not how he refers to you.”

“Really? If you tell me he calls me his ‘baby mama’ I am going to cause a scene.” You joke, gulping your can of fruit juice.

You are craving fruit juice so badly with this pregnancy... For the former one it was chocolate biscuits with whipped cream!

“He calls you his wife, (Y/n).” She drops the bomb on you.

Your gulp almost goes the wrong way and you start coughing behind your hand.

“What?!”

“You never noticed? This is how he refers to you to others.”

“No?!” You respond flabergasted, “Since when?!”

“Several years? A little bit before your first one if I recall.”

You open your eyes wide open.

You concede that you are a pretty obliging person but Thrawn seems to have taken some liberties behind your back! You raise on your feet, fuming and head toward Thrawn’s office under Karyn’s questioning gaze.

Apparently, a discussion is in order. Thrawn needs to learn that being a Grand Admiral doesn’t grant him all the rights in the world, especially towards you!

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“Hello, dear ‘husband’ of mine!” You coo, leaning against the doorframe.

Thrawn raises his gaze from his datapad to lay on you, a tight smile flourishing on his lips.

“Hello, Ch’acah. You seem in good spirits today.”

You refrain your eyes from twitching at his compliment. Is he already playing the smartass?

“What can I help you with?” He asks, laying his pad on his desk to fully focus on you, his eyes shining bright, “Is it about the baby? Do you need a back massage?”

“I need nothing, WE need a discussion, however.” You start, entering the office.

Thrawn tilts his head to you without departing from his small grin. He gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk.

“Please take a seat. What do you wish to discuss, Cheo Ch’acah?”

You do not sit down, preferring to lean forward, a hand on his desk, hovering over him.

“I would like to discuss husband privileges and how you help yourself with them.”

He squints at you, silent questions in his eyes.

“Is it about the baby?” He finally asks.

“No, Thrawn.” You cut short, “I would appreciate you stop referring to me as your wife to others.”

“I do not follow.”

You agitate your hand before his eyes.

“Simple, see my naked finger? As long as there is no ring on it, you do not have the privilege to call me ‘your wife’. This is husband privilege and you have not upgraded the situation to that level yet!”

His eyes navigate from your hand to your face, a puzzled expression on his features.

“You cannot have your cake and eat it too, okay? If you want to parade as a husband, wife me up. Until then you are my ‘boyfriend’. I understand that you might be uncomfortable being referred to as a ‘boyfriend’ at your age and rank, but this is up to you at this point!” You snarkily explain, “I think I gave you enough hint that I wanted to be more than that, but you never proposed. So man up and accept that you are just a boyfriend for now!”

He slowly blinks, his mouth behind his folded hands, listening attentively to your complaints. You abandon your sass for a sweeter tone.

“But if you want to change things up, feel free to do so, I will not complain!” You raise back up, crossing your arms on your chest.

He remains silent for a few more seconds with a stern expression before taking the ground.

“I do not understand.”

You gruff, annoyed.

“Listen up Mister. You may be the father of our children but you do not get to polish your portrait with an honorable title you did not earn, okay?! It may be shameful for a Grand Admiral to get a woman pregnant without marrying her, but at that point that is on you! It is the fifth one and I still see no ring!”

“(Y/n)...” He speaks incredibly calm but also deadly serious, “We are married.”

You blink in silence.

Is he gaslighting you or something? That would be a first in your relationship, but apparently it is never too late to start!

You let out a sneer.

“Would you please not take me for an idiot, Thrawn? I would really appreciate it.”

“I am not taking you for an idiot, (Y/n). I am absolutely serious. Do you not remember the ceremony?”

Is he... Is he serious right now? You consider him carefully like he was crazy.

“No...? We never went to the temple or any officials of any kind?”

“It was in the living room of our apartment, Ch’acah. We drank the tea, recited the vows, and made love all night.” His voice remains assured but you can see in his eyes he seems... distraught.

“We... Drank tea and made love? Do you remember the amount of time we did that? At the apartment no less?”

He looks into your eyes and lets out a deep sigh. He lowers himself to open a cabinet of his desk and takes out a metallic box that he puts on the desk for you to see.

“I search for this tea for months.” He opens the box to reveal mauve tea leaves and a scent that punches in the face with memories “We brewed it together for an entire week, drank it sharing a cup, and recited the vows before going to bed. Do you not remember that night?”

“I assumed you tried to be romantic after a long campaign!”

“I asked you to tie your fate and life to mine for eternity.” He continues placidly.

“I thought you were asking me for a baby! How was I supposed to know they were vows?”

“You recited them back to me as the ceremony demanded.”

“I simply reciprocated?! You asked me so I asked you in return!”

You feel yourself getting dizzy. You do remember that evening now, it was chilly outside and thrawn prepared a fire, he turned off all other lights and invited you to sit with him in front of the fire to share a cup of that tea he purchased earlier near the wild regions and brew for an entire week. It tasted savory and a bit salty honestly. He prophesized his love to you and you gladly confessed yours back, he then took you languorously before that open fire all night, shielding you from the night with his mighty body.

... Is that a Chiss wedding ceremony?

“This tea is part of many legends on Chiss worlds. As it is said it bound the soul of two gods of the night for all eternity in our myths, and it became integral to our wedding ceremonies. Sharing it with your intended is the staple of any Chiss wedding.” He explains, “The vows and lovemaking are common to human practices.”

You need to sit down. You are going to fall or something and the pregnancy doesn’t help! Seeing you getting weak Thrawn immediately stands up to give you support. You shakily pull the chair and sit on it with his help, breathing deeply.

What did he just tell you?

“You could have been clearer!” You admonish him.

“The vows were pretty explicit.” He counters.

“Either way! Do you think this is enough to get married in the Empire? Alien’s ceremonies hold no legality here!” You counter!

He looks at you more and more confused.

“I made you sign the legal papers the next day.” He retorts, a strange edge in the tone.

“The ne- Those were marriage papers?!” You ask flabbergasted.

His shoulders lower slightly.

“Did you not read them?”

“We were in the process of buying the apartment, I thought you needed my signature for co-ownership.” You explain, “Do you remember the amont of paper you asked me to sign? I did not have time to read everything!”

He looks down at you from his full height, a hint of pain in the glow of his eyes.

“Do you truly think I would get you pregnant without making you my wife first?” He finally asks, “And evince disrespect towards your personhood?”

You bite your lips. That indeed seemed quite bizarre for him, and you were surprised to not see any ring appear on your finger after the announcement of your first pregnancy. When the second pregnancy arrived and still no ring was to be found you simply accepted that you did not know him as well as you first expected.

Or so you thougt!

“No...” You admit, “It would be quite... out of character.”

He contemplates you in silence, hands clasped behind his back before skirting his desk. Very... tense.

“Thrawn...” You breathe, calculating your error, “Ch’acah, I am truly sorry. I... I just...”

His burning gaze turns to you, but you have no word to save yourself. What could you say now to soothe the wound?

“Just tell me you did not pretend we were not together to others during this entire time.” He finally speaks with the coldest tone you ever heard from him.

“No!” You immediately protest, “I never pretend such a thing!”

He gauges you up and down, his lips pressed in a thin line before averting his gaze towards his ysalamiry statues.

“Thrawn...” You call, standing back up to embrace him from behind, “I am sorry I did not realize sooner. I love you, do not be mad at me please...”

You hear him breath deeply before taking your arms off of him and turning towards you, holding your hands.

“I am not mad at you. I am simply a bit... Shocked.”

You wince, squeezing his hand in an appeasing gesture.

“I should have been clearer in my intentions. I assumed you understood the meaning of the ceremony as you went along with it. The blame is on me.” He edicts, recovering his regal attitude.

“No, I should have understood on my own.” You correct him, “I should have understood when you reacted at my first pregnancy. You are not one to abandon your pregnant woman to uncertainty, I should have realized-”

“Then it is both on us.” He stops you before it derails.

“But... Why not a human ceremony too?” You cannot help but ask.

“Back at the beginning of our relationship, you stated you did not like all this ceremonial. I thought you would be more receptive to an alien courtship.”

And it downs on you.

“Oh... I lied.”

He tilts his head, question in his eyes.

“I lied because I thought you would leave me if I told you I was thinking about marriage.” You bite your lips, “Like my ex.”

He sighs deeply.

“Like that impotent fool?”

You bat your eyelids and grin, raising his hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles foundly.

“I was wrong Thrawn, and I have never been happier.”

“Are you?” He investigates, still on the defensive.

“Yes! I entered this room as a possible future single mother of five and I will exit it as a married woman.”

“You entered as a married woman.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead, recovering softer dispositions. “Now you can proclaim your status to the entire world.”

“Like you did all this time?” You chuckle.

“Indeed. I take great pride in being married to you and fathering our children. Your are my greatest success.” He confesses, holding you close to his giant stature in a tight hug.

“I love you, Ch’acah.” You murmur only to him.

“I love you more.” He smiles tightly, “Do I now have your blessing to flaunt my husband’s privileges?” He taunts.

You cannot help but burst out laughing.

“Yes! Yes you can!”

And he captures your lips for an infinitely tender kiss.

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#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #fanfic #vibratingskull

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jinkoh · 16 hours ago

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still monster

vampire!jay x gn!reader

wc: 0.5k, tags: establilshed relationship, hurt/comfort, insecurities/self-loathing

a/n: i'm kinda obsessed with the song and was thinking of writing a full length fic based on it but i don't rlly have the energy currently, so for now let's have a little drabble~ hope you enjoy~

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He's not a monster. Not being human doesn't make him a monster, so Jay won’t even pretend to be one. It doesn't matter how others feel about him, he will defend his right to exist against anyone who dares to question it. It isn't his job to keep people comfortable, and if a pair of red eyes and fangs are enough to cause discomfort then that is neither his fault nor business. There is no need to hide who he is and his pride would forbid him from doing so anyway.

That pride crumbles away all too easily though when he has you in his arms, your head resting against his chest without a care in the world. He’s not a monster, except when he touches your soft skin, feels the pulsing of your blood, knows how it would taste to sink his teeth in, he thinks he might be one after all.

'I think your pride is just an attempt to protect yourself,' his friend Jungwon had told him once, 'a means to create distance between you and everyone else, because you’re too scared of being deemed unloveable, of letting people in and getting rejected.' It’s a truth that feels hard to accept, but just as hard to deny when his mind is clouded with the fear of losing you. He doesn’t understand how you can rest in his arms so peacefully, letting your guard down completely. For all your soft curves he has sharp edges that so easily could make you bleed. Everything about him is made to hurt, to kill, to devour.

“But you don’t. You choose not to,” you try to reassure him but that barely feels like anything.

“It could always change.”

“It won’t.”

There’s a deep frown on his forehead. He can’t grasp this unshakeable trust of yours. “How can you be so sure of that?”

“Jay,” you whisper, your hands gently cupping his face, “You would never hurt me. You would hurt yourself before you’d ever even consider hurting me.”

He thinks you have a point there. If it was to keep you safe, he wouldn’t care about hurting himself or even dying. But he still finds it hard to think of your love and trust as something he deserves, he still feels like he has to prove himself a hundred times over and even then he doesn’t think he could ever be good enough for you.

“I love you, Jay,” your thumb brushes over his lower lip, not wincing the slightest at the sharp fangs poking out. Instead, you lean in to kiss him, leaving a sweet soft peck against his lips, “I love you just like this.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, the affection in your expression almost too much to bear. He can’t understand, and he probably never will. But maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t need to. “I love you too,” he whispers and his voice sounds hoarse. He thinks he might cry. “I love you so.”

You giggle softly, “Yeah,” another peck to his lips, “I know.”

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sofa-king-lame · 1 day ago

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Snippet Sunday

Here's another snippet from my upcomig 5+1 fic - 5 times Eddie interrupted when Tommy was about to kiss Buck (on purpose) and the one time he didn’t have to.

He watches carefully as Tommy takes a step closer, willing himself not to just fling a plate at his head. It’d distract him enough for sure, but Eddie doesn’t think he’d be able to excuse his way out of that one. ‘Oops I slipped’ when you’re ten feet away and actually have pretty spectacular spatial awareness and hand-eye coordination wouldn’t really fly, so instead Eddie toes the door open as Tommy leans in and ‘stumbles’ with the towering plates.

“Oh fuck,” he says louder than he needs to, catching Buck’s attention just in time.

“Whoa, need a hand there Mr Balance?” Buck snorts, stepping away from Tommy (victory!) to grab half the plates out of Eddie’s hands. Behind him, Tommy is regarding Eddie through narrowed eyes which, well. Eddie cares about it less than he probably should. Buck follows him over to the table, knocking their shoulders together as they stand side by side to put the plates down.

“Thanks, Buck,” Eddie murmurs, chancing another look at Tommy who is standing with his arms crossed watching him and Buck.

Hoping to get this done finished today but we'll see lol.

Tags for people wanting to keep updated with my fics under the cut if they even work properly 🙃

Tagging anyone who wants to do this too!

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one-eternal-sigh · 1 day ago

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yk what whenever I see a post about andy leaving it always gets me thinking about how much she truly gave up rejecting her family’s beliefs, and with how much she had to endure being sneered upon as a disgrace among purebloods but also how it probably made narcissa more bitter when she found it out and andy confessed/ was in a situation where she had to reveal her relationship because there was no way around it anymore. I think for cissa the fact that her sister had chosen ted over family, over her own sisters was probably the part which really stung.

I mean like I do feel like narcissa was extra dismissive of ted because she couldn’t comprehend the fact that andy chose some muggleborn over the assuredness of the life they already had with people who she believed would “truly” look out for her and protect her best interests. like, blood purity definitely was involved at some extent because they were literally raised in a family with strong ideals about it.

But also? I think at the core of it narcissa felt betrayed because of the gravity of Andy’s decision and the repercussions that came with it and how even despite that, andy had STILL gone through with the decision of throwing that part of her life away for another love (or in cissa’s eyes, over the love of her sisters the love that was supposed to be their one solace through the grim times of war) knowing full well what she was putting on the line.

and when faced with a choice she chose to leave that constant and doesn’t that just hurt much more?

Knowing she chose to leave. Knowing she chose something over them when they were each other’s safe space. Actively witnessing the war tearing them apart, the rifts in their previously unfaltering trust, when they were supposed to rely on each other to get through this. Witnessing what Bella was doing to herself in her thirst for power as a means to gain control, more autonomy, witnessing the cross fire between them and being trapped in this hateful middle place of still believing that they were the only ones who could look out for each other as purebloods but simultaneously just hating the extremes, still valuing the comfort that came with their bond

but then having that shattered with the knowledge that it wasn’t just bella’s tilting at extremes and inviting the worst parts of the darkness directly into their lives that was endangering their relationship but also that andy had lied and didn’t intend to choose them at all.

(continuing it into the tags because I need to yap 😭)

Family tree (intro) = Andromeda

These crosses all over my body, remind me of who I used to be

Andromeda always had scars, whether mental or physical, that she couldn’t heal. She didn’t know why, not even magic worked. Everyday when she looked in the mirror, she saw them, and in those scars she saw her family, and her old life.

Jesus can always reject his father

Andromeda escaped them, escaped their politics, their life, she had truly escaped them and rejected who she could’ve been.

But he cannot escape his mothers blood

Yet Andromeda couldn’t get their stain off of her, they were always going to be with her. Toujours Pur. She would still never be pure. In her own standards, and in theirs.

He’ll scream and try and wash it off of his fingers

In the first of weeks when she had escaped she could feel them everywhere, hear them everywhere. She tried so hard to forget everything she had been taught, and it wasn’t supposed to be that hard. She was stained by them anyways, she couldn’t just leave without some bits of them clinging onto her.

But he’ll never escape what he’s made up of

Andromeda could hear their voices, yelling at her. It was even worse because Bellatrix and Narcissa tried so hard to go up to her during school. At some point they had given up, just shit-talking her to others. She couldn’t ever escape them it seemed. Even years and years after, the Family Name still got to her. They didn’t know her as Andromeda Tonks, they knew her as the blood-traitor, Andromeda Black.

The Fates already fucked me sideways

She would never get a normal life because of them. Andromeda had escaped their house, but not them. It had seemed like Fate was always destined to hurt her.

He’ll laugh and say ‘you know I raised you better than this’

She became the example of ‘not pure’, the example of a bad person in their eyes. Regulus and Sirius were taught not to be like her, and for Sirius she was the example to look up to. Draco never knew of her, until later, and still then Narcissa told him not to be like her.

Than leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me

Andromeda became the laughing stock of the Sacred 28, the one who tried to escape. She became the laughing stock of the Black Family too, they all laughed at her attempts to leave them, knowing that she would never truly escape them. She became the laughing stock of the school, every pure blood made fun of her, luckily it was only her last year. She lost all her friends, everyone. All she had was Ted. —-

I know this is a bit wordy but I tried lol 😭 I’ve had this in my head for sooo long and I finally wrote it down !!

#like omg what if them being the first to discover her secret and immediately trying to rationalise that it was ted influencing her #narcissa hurt that she lied and bella threatening (or even directly hurting ted) and threatening andy in that amused taunting way of hers #because I truly believe they thought they could at the very most threaten andy and talk her out of this "foolishness”#and andy’s relationship with bella already on thin ice because of her choices in the war #affecting her as a person and andy hating the toll it’s taking on them #so ugh in the possibility that they threaten andy with their parents reaction and possible banishment #they truly believe that’ll convince her to leave him and it’s only another taunting jeer or a bluff #and so when andy says it doesn’t matter to her or something acknowledging that she accepts that fate for herself and actively WANTS it #I think that’s when it truly dawned on the other two that there was nothing they could salvage (or even wanted to since they felt betrayed)

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