#SCREAMING CRYING CHOKING I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH I THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH

[hayaku14]

OBSESSED with the idea of KID coming into the Kudou mansion seeking refuge (either he got heavily injured or his idenity is compromised) but instead is met with Okiya Subaru, Kudou Yukiko, and Kudou Yusaku. (Conan is also there coincidentally because lady luck hasn't totally abandoned him yet, apparently, but Kaito is sort of distracted by the amount of non-conans in the house to appreciate it.)

one day (before akai moves in) conan drags kid's injured ass back into the kudou mansion to patch him up (and also to demand answers about the snipers in the heist)

kid refuses to tell more about the snipers and conan doesn't pry but keeps an offer of help open

it becomes an unspoken agreement that kid would go to conan if something out of his hand happens in relation to said snipers

by 'go to conan' conan meant go to him, the person, as in wherever location he was at. kid, on the other hand, thought he should come back to the kudou mansion.

months pass, subaru, yusaku, and yukiko come to occupy the kudou household.

kid, injured or identity compromised, sees the lights are on and assumes conan is inside. which well...he ISN'T WRONG (LOL)

kid goes in through the window of conan's room which startles conan who was there to pick something up in his room.

"What are you doing here?!" Conan scream-whispers in a panic.

KID stiffens and stares at him with something like betrayal in his eyes. "Oh, I see I'm not welcome here."

"No! No wait that's not what I meant. It's just, this is NOT the best time."

Someone knocks on the door and the two of them jump. KID's eyes widen in realization as Conan quickly drags and pushes him into a closet. "Don't make a sound." KID does a zipping motion across his lips and makes a show of throwing an imaginary key. Conan rolls his eyes at him before closing the door.

anyways, it was akai who went up to check on conan cause the 4 of them were in the middle of a discussion and conan was suspiciously taking too long.

whether kid gets caught by akai and the kudou fam or not, i have no idea, but either way I WANT IT.

although tbh i feel like akai and yusaku would sense someone else is inside and yusaku would know exactly who it is LOL

then again, whether kid is heavily injured, has his identity compromised, or both, is a big factor on how events will unfold. (and i love exploring each one so my brain is rotting pls someone send help)

#kaishin #kidco #detective conan #dcmk #kudou shinichi #kuroba kaito #dc prattles #SCREAMING CRYING CHOKING I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH I THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH #i just love the thought of isolating conan and kid #but also love the thought of kid joining the kudou gang #also the thought of kaito hiding in the kudou household if his identity is compromised #yukiko would literally adopt him if she found out what his situation was #but also also kid having to live in his several safe houses and conan being the only one to visit #OH OH but also heavily injured kaito who cant move and obviously cant hide so akai and kudou fam find out about him anyways #OOOH BUT ALSO conan helping kid get out of the kudou mansion and to his safe house to help him with his injuries or idk maybe he'd take him #haibara tbh idk #DO YOU SEE THE ENDLESS BRAINROT POSSIBILITIES I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY PLEASE I LOVE THIS A LITTLE TOO MUCH IM GOING INSANE #LMAOOOO #ALSO IT BETTER BE EVENTUAL KAISHIN BECAUSE OFC WHEN IS IT NOT KAISHIN WITH ME #conan i love you bby but GIVE ME BACK MY BOY SHINICHI ;-;-; #(also omg the thought of yukiko and kaito gushing at how cute conan is highkey hilarious lmao can u imagine the kudou household shenanigans #with kaito in the mix? it's shinichi's greatest nightmare but he's gonna love it anyways lol) #finally this fcking au is out of the drafts i can now share this brainrot to everyone

[vrisrezis]

OMG I REALLY LIKE UR YAN GETO HC!! It's quite rare seeing sub yan fic these days... And if u don't mind, may I rq yan Gojo hc? (No pressure tho)

Have a nice day/night!

Thank u! And yes ! I’m such a fan of subby yanderes . Makes me sad there aren’t more :((

Here’s some Yan gojo for the soul

College au? Normal Yandere stuff, gojo is possessive and very bratty and subby! umm lotsa nsfw in this one, mentions of choking, gojo is very masochistic but still very loving, kind mentions of gojo getting beaten up but … yea

Yan! Gojo who notices you the moment you step into those door of the classroom, and he makes himself your never ending curse ever since

Yan! Gojo who is convinced you must love him, since he’s irresistible. Why wouldn’t you love him? The object of his affections has taste, after all.

Yan! Gojo who thinks you’re playing hard to get when you say you aren’t interested. There’s no need to be shy! He’s not going anywhere.

Yan! Gojo who’s delusional enough to think you’re dating simply because you looked at him a second too long.

Yan! Gojo who sees himself as the only one worthy to be in your presence. Everyone else doesn’t matter.

Yan! Gojo who loves to compliment you, but expects the same back. Otherwise he gets mad at you. However, if you ask why he’s mad he claims he’s fine ! There’s nothing wrong! But he’s silently brooding at the fact you didn’t compliment him back.

In the same breath Yan! Gojo who gets mad when you don’t notice slight changes in his appearance such as a different shampoo he’s using. He did it just for you! How could you not notice?

Yan! Gojo who insists you kiss him whenever you talk to that stupid bitch that keeps grabbing your hand.

Yan! Gojo who’s completely unashamed in how badly he wants you, and tells you as such.

Yan! Gojo who can’t get off unless you’re inside of him (whether that be your dick in him or his dick in u lol)

Yan! Gojo who wants you to pull his hair and completely wreck him. He knows he can be a overconfident brat, please put him in his place!

Because for as much as he’s the only right one for you, you’re the only right one for him. The only one that can put him in his place.

Yan! Gojo who ends up threatening your friends to leave you alone, you’re his.

Yan! Gojo who acts over confident as per usual, he’s confident in your relationship but he still gets really jealous of everyone around him.

Yan! Gojo who’s really possessive and protective of you, truly acts like your classic crazy girlfriend.

Yan! Gojo who screams at you when you talk to other people and make him jealous “on purpose”

But even after those fights, he comes back to you as if nothing ever happened an hour later, giving you the softest look and the sweetest kisses.

Yan! Gojo who gets mad at you a lot but also forgets the things that you do that make him mad… a lot.

Yan! Gojo who gets very jealous easily. Insists you fuck him to make him forget about it.

Yan! Gojo who gets clingy when he’s jealous, and starts being openly perverted and sexual as a result of his jealousness.

Yan! Gojo who likes when you choke him when you’re fucking

Yan! Gojo who looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, to him you are perfection. He loves every single part of you, because that’s what it means to love someone. Even when you piss him off, he loves every inch of you.

Yan! Gojo who insists you put him in his place constantly, please beat him up. You’re the only one that is capable of beating him up. The only one capable of touching him, he wants to constantly be reminded of how you own him.

Yan! Gojo who just wants you to use and abuse him.

Yan! Gojo who wants you to make him cry and embarrass him, he does not care about anyone else. He doesn’t care about his reputation or the people that worry about him, he wants you to wreck him beyond repair.

Yan! Gojo who just wants to be your toy, and never feels insecure about it cause he’s so convinced he’s your world, just like you’re his.

Yan! Gojo who likes taking you out on dates, he’s surprisingly romantic for being such a menace to society

Yan! Gojo who is actually very sappy despite how crazy he can be

Yan! Gojo who doesn’t try to resort to killing people but absolutely will and will feel nothing upon doing it, they have to be really persistent on talking to you.

Yan! Gojo who tricks you into thinking your friends and family dont love you and even if they did, who cares about them?

Yan! Gojo who wants to be the only one in your life, won’t understand why you don’t just ditch everyone else already.

Yan! Gojo who loves being your toy, but he also loves being your good little pretty boy.

Yan! Gojo who wants you to slap and step on his dick

Yan! Gojo who tells you how much he loves and adores you everyday

Yan! Gojo who’s so clingy it’s overwhelming

Yan! Gojo who loves you so intensely it becomes completely overbearing

Yan! Gojo who likes giving you little kisses on your neck

Yan! Gojo who lets out the cutest giggles when you do something he thinks is cute.

Yan! Gojo who laughs like a highschool girl when you make a joke

Yan! Gojo who constantly gives you literal heart eyes

Yan! Gojo who blushes when you call him pretty

Yan! Gojo who’s into you feminizing him. Call him your pretty girl.

Yan! Gojo who likes being carried by you even if he’s a lot bigger than you

Yan! Gojo who loves being kissed on the neck, he blushes like crazy

Yan! Gojo who likes being called princess

Yan! Gojo who loves you so much and tells you constantly

Yan! Gojo who’s very demanding in your relationship and isn’t exactly aware of the fact, but he loves you and would protect you. He’s the only one that deserves you. Please don’t throw him away!

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sub!gojo #sub!character #sub!yandere #sub!jjk

[peachesofteal]

Oh gosh your recent blurb with Ghost and Soap raising Bee alone has me in a chokehold!!! That art was sooooo good too and they both def scream girldad but ancjdkab the way the blurb ended with Simon receiving a call from darling pls I need more, if you’re up for it of course 🐁

That art got me so good 😭 makes me want to write an entire fic

I wrote a little something here but also can think of a million different ways it could’ve gone as well (takes place after this):

18+ / mature themes, angst / disco baby au

You stay silent on the line after you say Simon’s name, listening, heart breaking at sound of Bee laughing. You’re so happy, so relieved that she sounds so happy and at the same time… so devastated that you’re missing out on her life.

He uses your government name, trying to jog your attention.

“Are you there?”

“Y-yeah.”

You timidly ask how she is. He tells you she’s perfect, that’s she’s every piece of you, and that they love her so much. He asks you where you are, if you’re okay, if you need anything and you can’t get the words out to tell him everything that’s happened, the hell you’ve been through. They leave Bee with Gaz for a few moments, and step out the front door with you on speakerphone, trying to get you to talk to them.

“Are you safe, Darling?” Simon keeps his voice low, while Johnny rubs a palm over his face.

“Yeah.” You whisper, but it’s broken. You’ve been coaching yourself up for this phone call, telling yourself you could do it, telling yourself that you needed to at least try… even if they didn’t want you anymore. Even if they threw you away… you wanted to at least try for Bee. “I’m sorry, for calling I-“

“Don’t be.” Simon says. “We’re so happy you called.” You bite your tongue. He’s just being nice. Don’t read into it.

“Is… is she having a good birthday?”

“Yes, she’s having a lot of fun, already had her cake. Her uncles brought her too many gifts and she’s being spoiled ridiculously.” Your heart tightens in your chest as you think about the two of them, celebrating their daughter’s birthday, their baby.

Because she’s not yours. Not anymore. You gave her up.

“Oh. Good, that’s… I’m happy to hear that.” There’s more silence, and it’s so uncomfortable, you close your eyes and try to maintain your composure. “Well, I guess… I just wanted to check in.”

“Check in?” Johnny echoes, and you bite your tongue. Right. Of course they don’t want you checking in, you abandoned Bee on their doorstep like the terrible person you are. Like the person that they couldn’t stand to be with.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you.”

“You’re not a bother darling. We… would love to see you, or- or if you wanted to see Bee, we-“

“N-no.” You choke out. You can’t. You can’t see Bee. It wouldn’t be fair to her. It wouldn’t be right, to confuse her like that, even though it’s all you want in the world. To see her. To hold her. To see them.

Besides. You know they’re just being nice.

“Are ye sure?” Johnny’s voice is so soft, so calming. You want to sink into, wrap yourself up in it, hide your face in his neck while he rubs your back.

“Yeah I don’t want to encroach on your lives and… everything.” You briefly wonder if they’re with someone new, if they have someone else, and then chase the thought away before it makes you physically ill.

“No no. You wouldn’t be encroaching. We want to see you, want Bee to see you.” Simon tries to tell you, voice gentle. You cover your mouth, trying not cry. “There’s… there’s so much we want to tell you.”

“Please.” Johnny tries to convince you, voice teetering on desperate. “Give us a chance to talk to you.” You try to swallow the dread, the despair that’s bubbling up in your stomach. You knew this was coming. You knew this would happen.

Custody. You know they probably want to get it settled, want to get you out of the picture for good. Relinquish your rights. Give her up completely.

You muffle a sob with your palm, and then take a deep breath.

“Alright, I guess. We could meet.”

#peaches asks #peaches writes #disco baby au #🐁 anon #soap x ghost x reader

[solarmorrigan]

A scene I spent too much time thinking about in the Bob Adopts Steve AU [more on this idea here and here]. Takes place during s2, sometime after they all convene at the Byers house, but I know not exactly when because I don't remember the whole timeline

cw: hurt/no comfort

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Steve refuses to break. Not now, not when the whole night is ahead of them, the problem of the demodogs and the gate and the mindslayer or whatever the fuck the kids keep calling it. He can’t break, not when they need him.

But he does just need to– take a minute.

Take a minute to breathe, to process the information that Bob had been at Hawkins Lab. That Bob had been involved.

That Bob is–

When no one is looking his way, he steps out onto the porch, just for a minute, to get some air.

He sort of expects it to be Nancy who’s followed him out there when he hears the door open behind him (he sort of hopes it’s Nancy; that even if she doesn’t love him, even if she’s angry at him, maybe she still cares enough to at least make sure he’s not self-destructing out here).

He’s surprised when it’s Joyce Byers who sinks down onto the steps next to him.

She doesn’t say anything for a minute, and Steve wonders if he should speak first. He should probably apologize for her loss or something, shouldn’t he? But he can’t get any words to come out; all he can do is clench his fists more tightly in his lap to hide the way his hands are shaking.

Then Joyce speaks; her voice is still husky, like it was when they’d first gotten into the house, like she’d been crying (or screaming), but it’s steadier now. “I didn’t realize that you were the Steve that Bob was always talking about.”

Steve’s head comes up, turning to look over at Joyce. “He talked about me?”

Joyce offers Steve a tiny smile. “So much that I thought maybe he’d somehow gone and had a son without anyone knowing. He eventually had to tell me that he met you when you were helped him out with his yard.”

Shame prickles in Steve’s stomach, and he looks away. “Yeah, and I was helping him out with his yard because I destroyed part of it when I probably shouldn’t have been driving after getting into a fight with… pretty much everyone I knew, actually.”

“He did say you had a little… hiccup, is what he called it,” Joyce says, sounding fond, and not at all as judgmental as Steve thinks she probably has a right to be. “But he also said that you came right over to make amends, and that you’re a good kid. He always sees – saw. He… saw the best in people, always.”

“Even when we didn’t deserve it,” Steve says.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Joyce says. “You deserve to have people see good in you, Steve. It’s there.”

Somehow, that just makes Steve feel worse.

“I yelled at him,” Steve blurts out. “The last time we talked, I… I yelled at him.”

Joyce is quiet, and Steve knocks his fist against his forehead, because she’s just lost her significant other and he’s over here whining about how he said something petty to a guy he has no right to be upset about losing. Fuck, no wonder Nancy had dumped him. No wonder Bob had gotten sick of him.

“What did you yell about?” Joyce asks, pulling Steve from his spiral. She sounds genuinely curious.

“I…” Steve freezes; if Bob hadn’t talked to Joyce about moving away, then he doesn’t want her to find out that he was going to like this. “He said he was going to talk to you about something, Halloween night. Did– did he get around to that?”

“About moving out of Hawkins?” Joyce asks, and Steve nods. “He did. I wasn’t sure what to say at first, but… well, I’m sure you can see why there’d be some appeal.”

Steve lets out a choked laugh. “Yeah. Well, he floated the idea past me first, and I kind of flipped out on him.”

“Why?” Steve chances a glance at Joyce and she’s looking at him with a soft kind of concern. “Did you not like the idea of leaving here?”

“What do I have to do with it?” Steve asks, brows furrowed. “He said that he wanted to get you and Will and Jonathan out. And, like, I don’t blame him, I just– I reacted badly, and I wish–”

“Oh, sweetie,” Joyce breaks in, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. “He didn’t– Didn’t he get to tell you?”

More confused than ever, Steve shakes his head. “Tell me what?”

“He… I mean, he said that he wanted to wait until summer to move, not just because he didn’t think it would be fair to move Will and Jonathan in the middle of the school year, but also because he was hoping…” Joyce trails off for a moment and takes a breath, like what she says next is going to hurt; Steve stops breathing at all. “He wanted to wait until you graduated because he was hoping to convince you to come along.”

“Oh,” Steve says, completely on automatic.

For a moment, the information doesn’t compute. It doesn’t even sink in.

And then it does.

And that’s when Steve breaks.

#steve harrington #joyce byers #steve & joyce #steve & bob #stranger things #THIS was the thing I imagined almost as soon as I thought about Bob adopting Steve #this is where my brain went for some reason #galloped right to irredeemable angst #hurt/no comfort #(if it helps joyce definitely comforts him it's just not pictured here) #solar wrote

[keikikait]

ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠᴀɴɢᴇʟɪꜱᴍ (ɢᴇᴛᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

pairing: geto x f!reader (not au, geto and reader are both around 27)

word count: 1.8k

summary: as one of masamichi yaga’s former students, you got along well with geto, gojo, and riko back in your high school days. now things are different, but you’re still attached to one man, suguru geto. you obey his every command like a devoted follower does.

warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI, DARK CONTENT AHEAD, dom!geto and sub!reader, oral (m receiving), face fucking, use of the words cock and cunt, slapping, spitting, degrading, nickname use (slut), clit slapping, choking, light violence, angst!!!!, brainwashed reader, talks of non-sorcerer death (not too graphic, just mentioned), talk of cults, hyena motif, emotionally manipulative geto

a note: will i ever get over this? no. no, i will not.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew you loved him. From almost failing a test because you spent too long gazing at him in class, to following him around like a lost puppy on campus, you’ve always been in love with Suguru Geto. Even now.

You’re devoted. You trust him. You’re easy. And that’s why Suguru keeps you around. He likes to manipulate you, he likes to push your buttons and tease you, send you away crying knowing you’ll come crawling back for more. You had never defied him. If he said jump, you’d ask how high. If he told you to kill an innocent non-sorcerer, you would.

You’re not a part of his cult, no, no. You’ve heard about cults before and heard the tales of Jim Jones, Charles Manson, Heaven’s Gate, and, of course, the Star Religious Group. You’ve seen the televangelist proclamations of the second coming of Christ and heard all about the Rapture, but that isn’t what this is. He isn’t a cult leader, not at all. He’s your Suguru. Your leader, devoted to the cause of wiping out the weak, the non-sorcerers. The ones who killed Riko.

You’re not his follower, you’re his. His soulmate! The one who gets to stay in his cushy cabin while the others are stuck in frail tents that could be knocked over by a gentle breeze. You’re the one he makes love to every night. He wouldn’t do that for just any follower, you were special. You had to be. You don’t know who you would be without him. You’ve supported him for so long, let his poisonous ideals fill your lungs and you choked on them at first, like anyone would, but soon you began to breathe them in.

You hadn’t always been this way. Once, you had done the unthinkable, the thing that breaks his heart the most: you tried to escape. You didn’t make it far out of the compound before he found you, easily overpowering you and tackling you to the ground. He was calm, at first, telling you how disappointed he was in you. How you failed him. You were supposed to be special. How could you do this to him? He trusted you. He started to get angry at your tears and your pathetic apologies, and he decided to give you a beating, just for good measure, breaking your nose just for the fun of it before he dragged you back inside the compound by your hair, kicking and screaming.

Once he had you back in his teeth, locked away in his room, he made you realise how disrespectful you were. He gave you everything, and you thought you could just run away? He taught you so much. He taught you how to hone your technique, how to make it as powerful as his. Almost. He taught you his ideals, about how all non-sorcerers are worthless monkeys who cause curses to begin with. He taught you that your thoughts about defecting — about leaving him — were like hyenas, and without him and his guidance, they would laugh at you as they chased you through the desert before killing you and ripping you limb from limb. You didn’t want to leave him, did you? You couldn’t be without him, after all, you were nothing without him. He had you wrapped around his finger, and his cock, and he loved every second of it, although he had to admit you looked prettier on your knees, worshipping him.

And that’s exactly what you’re doing. On your knees, trying to ignore the tingling in your calves from kneeling on the hardwood, his cock down your throat. You bob your head, tears streaming down your cheeks from the burning sensation in the back of your throat, trying not to gag. Suguru didn’t like it when you gagged. He didn’t like it when you resisted. 

You make your way down to the base, your nose buried in his pubes, and he reaches a hand around to push on your head. “Good girl. Stay there for a second.” You nod, as best as you can, blinking away the tears as you relax your throat. He strokes your hair for a second before his hips thrust.

You try to relax, squeezing your thumbs against your palms as you try not to gag.

And he thrusts again.

And again.

And again.

And you gag, your hands instinctively coming up to his thighs to push him away. He grips your hair into a tight fist and yanks you off, a trail of spit following your mouth. A symbol of your connection. You take a shaky deep breath, looking up at him with red, teary eyes. “Suguru-” 

He slaps you, hard. Your head jolts to the right, a stinging sensation spreading over your cheek. You sniffle, tears welling in your eyes again. You could almost hear the hyena’s laugh. 

He tugs your head up towards him, slapping you again, harder this time. “I told you not to gag.” You nod, babbling an apology. You deserve this punishment, after all. You had failed him. You were resisting, even though you didn’t mean to. You notice his cold, hateful glare and you apologise even more, apologising for your failure, apologising for letting him down.

You want his cock back in your mouth. You want to be useful to him. You look at it, thick and long and covered in your spit and tears. You feel your mouth watering and you stick your tongue out slightly. He notices this and laughs, jostling your head around. “You want my cock?”

You nod, panting a little. “Yes, Suguru.”

“Are you going to gag again?” He asks, tugging on your hair.

“No,” you say, your eyes wide and full of adoration as you stare up at him. “I won’t gag.”

He sighs, tugging on your hair again. “You know what happens when you disappoint me,” You nod again. “What happens when you disappoint me?”

“The hyenas come.” You answer softly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Suguru says, pushing your face against him. He rubs his cock against your cheek, smearing your spit and tears over your face. “The hyenas come, and they will kill you. And then you’ll be without me. And what are you without me?”

Your answer quickly. “Nothing.” He grins. He taught you so well, he taught you exactly how to please him. He rubs his cock against your cheek, the one he just slapped, before sliding his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. He thrusts and thrusts, and you finally listen to this time. You don’t gag, not even once. You take his abuse, loving every second of it.

After a few minutes, he pushes you off and you land harshly on the floor. “Get on the bed, slut.” You do, climbing up onto the bed and pressing your back against the pillows. He gets on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. He spits on your cunt before sliding in, gritting his teeth at the slight resistance. You weren’t being very good right now, were you? He slaps your clit and your cunt gushes, allowing him to slide in. 

Suguru leans down on his elbows, one hand wrapped tight around your throat as he thrusts into you. He loves this feeling, the feeling of you spread open and dripping wet for him, wrapped around his cock. You take all of his hurt and abuse and you smile and ask for more. He’s never met anyone quite like you, so easy to manipulate and so easy to toss around like a toy. He could even throw you away once he was bored, knowing you would still be in the trash can once he needed you again. Suguru didn’t care about you. You could drop dead in front of him and he would step over your body, only hearing the hyena’s laugh as they tear out your intestines. He let you call him Suguru, but only because he knew you loved it, and if you loved it and you loved him, you would worship him. You would be his, and that’s all he needs, a devoted follower to support his goal.

“Open,” He says, squeezing your throat. Your mouth falls open and your tongue rolls out, and he spits directly on your tongue. “Don’t swallow it. Let me see.” You nod, your tongue hanging out as he fucks you, his spit dripping onto your chin. The sight makes his cock twitch, you look so pathetic and stupid, and he can’t wait to hit you later and make you cry for disobeying him and gagging on his cock. If you couldn’t follow a simple order, what could you do?

The combination of his big cock in your tight little cunt, his spit on your tongue, and his hand around your throat is too much and you cum, squeezing and clenching around him. He laughs triumphantly, squeezing your throat even tighter. He slaps you again, not because you did anything wrong, but because he loved the pathetic look in your eyes as the hit registered. His hand tightens to the point of strangulation as he cums inside you, burying himself deep at the hilt. He leans his forehead on your chest as the cum spurts out of his cock, painting your insides white. This is the closest you’ll ever get to being his.

He pulls out, climbs off of you, and leaves the room. You lay there for a second, catching your breath, basking in your post-orgasm haze. You shakily stand up and head into his bathroom, cleaning yourself up. You leave the dried spit and smeared mascara, knowing Suguru will like that more.

Once you return to his bed, he’s already lying down, a drink in hand. He isn’t even looking at you and all you can do is admire his beauty. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and you don’t understand how you got this lucky. You lay next to him, your head on his bicep as he stares out the window, deep in thought.

After a long, comfortable pause, you speak. “Suguru?”

He looks down at you, a look of disinterest on his face. “Yes?”

You lick your lips, fiddling with your hands. You pick at the skin around your thumbs when you get nervous, and your eye twitches as you break the skin once again. Finally, you speak, “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” His eyes narrow for a second before he smiles, leaning down towards you. You feel his hot breath on your face and you bite your lip, wondering if this will be the day he finally kisses you.

He chuckles, pushing some hair out of your face. “What makes you think we’re soulmates in this one?”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧

am i okay? maybe

#keikiwrites #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto angst #tw: emotional manipulation #tw: violence #jjk angst #f!reader #jjk smut #geto smut #dom!geto #sub!reader

[jongbross]

Hiiiiiiii 👋

Can you write a Baekhyun fic? I'm not exactly sure what I want, but... While listening to Demi Lovato's song, something came to mind...

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

I don't like school fics so maybe a best friend au.

She and Baekhyun are best friends, and the reader thinks she's far from his ideal type. She's been in love with him for years but she's insecure and either Baekhyun is too blind to see her feelings or the reader is a good actor.

She's a great girl, but she struggles to see her own potential... Baekhyun is everything to her, and she to him. Baekhyun had noticed her jealous behavior for a while and became suspicious. He even caught her crying once. When he put the pieces together, he understood everything. After faced her, the reader tried to run away from him, but Baek was fast enough to catch her immediately.

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1256 genre: fluffy but also angst? warnings: swearing, jealousy, reader getting on beakhyun's nerves a/n: i'm back at writing requests!! thank you so much for your patience, i hope you enjoy this <3

"i think she's flirting with you", you told baekhyun, looking at the waitress that just walked by the two of you and shot baekhyun the prettiest smile she could manage.

"she's not", he denied, not even bothering to look back. "she's working on christmas eve, so i bet she's just trying to get a nice tip."

it was a tradition, at this point. you and baekhyun had spent the last four christmas together, as a sign of how strong your bond with each other was - either it was at bucheon with his family, abroad with your family, or just the two of you, like that moment.

for this one, sick and tired of being single (in baekhyun's words), he decided to take you too for dinner on the night before christmas. 'i won't be able to go to bucheon this year, so we should have a date night, and then sulk and eat leftovers while we open our presents at my house the next day', he had said, a month previous.

and of course you accepted. not only was baekhyun your best friend, but also the one you loved; like, actually loved.

there wasn't much you could do about it, to be honest. baekhyun had always seen you as a sibling, and that alone was enough to end any hope you could possibly have. on top of that, came the fact that he was just so... ethereal; baekhyun was the definition of a keeper, and any person who could have him was literally the luckiest person in the entire world.

"you can possibly think that every single person that smiles at you is just being polite, baek", you chuckled. "that's why you're single again..."

"does it bother you that i'm single?"

you tried your best not to choke on your drink as your brain screamed 'no, i actually love it' as an answer.

"i mean, i can call her over and ask her out...", he said, teasingly. "but you would spend christmas alone."

you just rolled your eyes at him, going back to your food and pretending like you weren't holding back a smile.

baekhyun kept the conversation going, as well. he told you about his family, how sad his mom was that she wouldn't see you that christmas; you told him about your plans for the next year, what you wanted to achieve.

cause, you see, talking to baekhyun was so easy, feeling seen was the biggest problem here. he could repeat every single word you had just said for the last hour, but could he see that you were wearing a new dress just for him? could he see that you got your nails done in his favorite color just for him? could he see that you were there, dying for him to love you back?

over your third glass of wine, the waitress came back to your table, the same pretty smile on her face.

"would the couple like to order some dessert?"

"we're not a couple", you instantly said, facing your glass.

taken aback by your answer, the waitress hesitated to turn to baekhyun, only to see him as surprised as her.

"um... no, not for now", he politely said. "can we get some water though, please?"

she hummed in response, before turning around to leave.

"wow, that was quite harsh", baekhyun faked a chuckle. "are you okay?"

"sure."

"are you really sure?"

"yes, baekhyun", you rolled you eyes. "she was just trying to check if you're single so she can keep flirting with you. all i did was give her the answer she was looking for."

baekhyun frowned, leaning into the table to take a good look at you.

"are you drunk already?", he laughed. "i mean, she just wondered if we were a couple, it's not that deep, y/n. we're together on christmas eve, it's-"

"no one would mistake us for a couple."

"what? why not?"

"because!", you exclaimed. at the corner of your eyes, you saw the said waitress coming again with a jar of water. she placed it on the table in front of baekhyun, and then proceeded to smile at him again before walking away. defeated, you sighed. "i am me, and you are you. nobody could ever think about us as a couple, so... i don't know, you can just give in and ask her out if you want to."

baekhyun scoffed at you, watching you as you took another big gulp from your wine. he silently took in your moves, the way you poured yourself some water and avoided his gaze.

"why are you jealous?", he finally asked after a minute or two of silence.

"i'm not jealous", you defended yourself.

"then look at me", baekhyun waited for you to finally look him in the eyes. "now tell me you're not jealous."

it was your turn to scoff, grabbing your glass of water and drinking a bit of it.

"this is stupid."

"yes, it is stupid", baekhyun agreed. "i think it's so stupid that even at christmas eve you won't admit why you're being jealous, that you'll only be petty and try to push me onto other girls. i don't want them."

you looked at him, damning him mentally for the way he was sitting at his chair, for the way his angry eyes made your heart flutter.

"i'm giving you the chance to be true to both of us, y/n. please, take it, and tell me why you are so jealous. i need to hear you say it."

"why?"

"because it's christmas eve, i'm at this beautiful restaurant with the most beautiful girl. you're wearing a new dress, wearing my favorite perfume, and you did your nails yesterday thinking about me, didn't you? don't think i didn't notice", he sighed, leaning into the table once again. "if we can't confess to each other right now, right here... then i truly don't think we ever will."

you kept staring at him, trying your hardest to keep your tears at bay so they wouldn't ruin your makeup. you felt like you were glowing, like your chest was now swallowing you deep into an ocean of something that you couldn't quite describe what it was, but if you had to take a shot, you would call it love.

"how long did you know?", you whispered to him.

"since your birthday", baekhyun replied. "but you're a good actress, i'll give you that."

you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief.

"i'm sorry...", you told him. "i'm so sorry. i'm pathetic."

"yeah, kind of", baekhyun joked, making you both laugh. "i'm just kidding. you don't have to sorry, if anything i should be the one apologizing. i've known for so long now, but my pride didn't let me say shit. i just kept pushing away every girl that came around, and praying that you would do the same to anyone who got close to you, waiting for you to confess. everyday felt like i was gonna have a heart attack."

you rolled your eyes. "who's pathetic now?"

he laughed out loud, eyes turning into big heart emojis as you looked at him. just as you were ready to speak, the waitress came up again, smiling at baekhyun.

"do you guys need anything?", she asked.

"yeah, um... could you bring me some chocolate ice cream, please? and for my girl...", baekhyun looked at you. the waitress followed his gaze, smiling at you just the same and, maybe, baekhyun was right all along - she wasn't flirting. "anything she wants, please."

#byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun x you #byun baekhyun imagines #byun baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun fanfic #exo x reader #exo x you #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #exo baekhyun #exo #byun baekhyun #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

[robinsno1lesbian]

Hehehe i thought of a way older!nancy would fit into the neighbor!robin AU and im thinking like nancy is friends with both readers parents and Robin, I’m thinking like readers mom is also a journalist and works with nancy and well Robin obviously knows nancy.

But like she starts coming around to readers house more and accidentally walks in on Robin and reader🫣🫣 and Robin is like freaking out because her best friend just walked in on her and her neighbors daughter, but instead Nancy points out something Robin is doing wrong, like reader is possibly bound/being choked and Nancy points out some safety issues and well…the rest is history 🫣

neighbor!robin x nancy wheeler x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1079

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , makeshift handcuffs, implied threesome, fingering, strap-ons, idk if that's a tw really but reader and robin get caught

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: literally screaming right now vix OH MY GOD- idk if this is still considered a drabble but enjoy <33 (also smut right below the cut so beware of that)

robin loves to make you scream.

and with how she’s pounding into you right now, you’ve got every reason to.

your arms are tied to your headboard, right above your head. you can’t move and you can hardly see, tears streaming down the side of your face. trails of mascara run down your cheeks, all because of how good it feels to be fucked mindless by robin buckley.

her belt has been wrapped around your arms multiple times, before she has tied it to your bed. you can hardly move like that, with no other choice left but to take all she’s giving you.

and god, she’s giving you plenty.

“oh my god robin, fuck”

her skilled fingers flick your clit before they return to your entrance, meeting no resistance at all as she dips them into you. your head falls back and your back arches when two of her fingers penetrate you. her digits are slim and long -much longer than yours- reaching depths you could never reach on your own.

you’re quite literally squirming beneath her, your body moving against her hand while she’s fucking you into literal oblivion.

you have lost all track of time, that’s how good she is making you feel. it must have been hours since she first entered your room and the aftershocks of your previous orgasms are still rippling through you.

and now your third one of the afternoon is about to flood your veins. the hot coil is already tightening in your lower abdomen, the sensation so good your eyes roll back in your head.

“f-fuck robin i’m almost- i-“ you cry. “you’re- you’re gonna make me cum again robin-“

but before she can push you over the edge by just one more thrust of her fingers, the door to your room flies open and you’re completely taken aback.

you're on the edge of cumming and yet your brain is no longer foggy with the build-up of your orgasm. you are thinking crystal clear now, fully capable of understanding that you and robin have been caught.

robin notices right after you do. she immediately jumps back and throws a blanket over your exposed lower body, leaving your breasts on full display to whoever has walked in on you.

“holy shit i- i’m so sorry”

the voice causes your head to spin; it is one you recognize. a voice you know all too well.

the person standing in your doorway is nancy wheeler.

of course, it is nancy: the two of you were supposed to meet up today. realization dawns on you, it truly must have been several hours of this.

and now you're spread out on your bed, hands still tied above your head, without a chance to cover yourself or robin. truth be told, there is no way to excuse what you've been doing.

"nancy oh my god" robin jumps up to stand in front of the bed, trying to get in the way of nancy's gaze. "this isn't- i can explain"

the sound of robin's voice is so unfamiliar. you've never seen her this freaked out, this scared. "look we- i mean i-" her voice is trembling now and even though you can't see her face from where you're laying, you know fear must be written all over it. never has she ever been this way around you.

"jesus buckley" you could be mistaken but is that amusement in nancy wheeler's voice? "don't worry about it" nancy's heels click against the floor when she steps closer. something in robin's posture changes too, like tension is released from her body. "i-" "shh" nancy hushes and cuts her off. she's standing right in front of robin now, staring up at here calmly. "i wanna show you something" her gaze meets yours for a second. "is that okay?" your throat has gone dry and it takes all your strength to speak up. "y-yeah" immediately, she looks back up at robin. "see the way you've tied her to the bed?" something about her words, about her being here and not minding one bit, does things to you that you can't seem to wrap your head around. you want robin, you know that now. but nancy? you didn't think your little sexuality crisis could get any worse than this. and yet...the way she's looking up at robin and her eyes keep glaring over at you...it makes you want her in ways you've only ever wanted robin before.

the question seems to catch robin off guard, as if she had expected something entirely different.

"uhm-yeah" she nods after giving your makeshift handcuffs a quick glance. "fun but...you can do better than that robin"

"what?" "listen" she crosses her arms. "i can walk out of that door and pretend this never happened. i can forget about this if that's what you want. pretend like i don't see the way you've looked at each other before..." nancy taps her index finger against her chin as if in thought.

"or you allow me to help" you don't even bother to stop yourself from nodding, causing both robin and nancy to look at you. "you want this?" robin questions. she grins sheepishly and you know she has already made up her mind. "y-yeah"

nancy steps next to robin and leans forward, her arms resting both of her palms on your footboard. "what is it that you want?" you watch when robin crosses her arms, tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. she wants a show and you're willing to give her that.

"ruin me"

that is how you end up on your front, with your head pressed against the many pillows on your bed. both of your hands have been tied behind your back by nancy who is now kneeling right behind robin. robin, who is currently pounding into you at a brutal pace, both hands on your hips. you can't see either of them, but you can hear their voices. "see? that's much better isn't it?" nancy mumbles. "she's taking it so well too, god-"

"isn't she?" robin leans forward, causing the strap to sink even deeper into you. her front is pressing down on you, her lips the closest to your ear they could be. "such a good girl" "please" you babble. "please please please" all while you're throwing your hips back against her over and over again, fucking yourself on the strap. "i think she wants us" nancy chuckles. "and i think we should give her what she's begging for, don't you robin?"

#neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin x reader #robin buckley x nancy wheeler x reader #robinsno1lesbian drabbles #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #ronance x reader

[heikyoprincesse]

So, here's the AU I said yesterday:

ASL brothers & Sanji: Sibling Relatonship AU

In this AU, what if the Baratie goes to Dawn Island more or less one year after Zeff adopt Sanji? Like, they're thinking about staying a year or two here.

So, think about a little Sanji, who's life just have started to being good life one year ago, going to a whole new island, with new peoples and all. The child is overthinking, what if the persons here are like his family? What if the other childs don't like him? What if's running in his mind make the little one anxious.

A couple of days later they arrived Zeff conviced Sanji to explore the island, like "Go explore and make some friends boy" and even if he don't want, he go to see the place.

Sanji is walking near the plants when he hear a sound, a loud sound. Scared, yet the boy still is curious, so he walks until he's near the trees, and BAM, three boys appear in front of him. The little blonde is scared as fuck, expecting a punch or anything like this.

His face is pale, the blue eye wide and his lips shivering, almost like a cat. And when the youngest of the boys the three go near him, Sanji puts his arms in front of his face, as a way of protection. He's acostumed with being hurted, afterall.

But even one punch don't come, instaed, who he hears is a excited voice saying "Hi! I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And you?" he looks at them so fast, choked, is really someone wanting to know his name? At seems, yes.

"I-I'm Sanji... Vinsmoke Sanji" he says, so low that the others almost don't hear him. But the youngest (who's also-proclamed Luffy) smile "That's a cool name! They are my brothers, the blonde is Sabo and the other is Ace!" he say, making Sanji's attention go to the other two, oh yes, he forget they're here too.

And then, a uncomfortable silence starts before the older guy with dark hair speak "You don't are from here, no? I never see you here!" he's tone is so mean that Sanji almost cry, shivering again.

"Ace! You're making him scared!" the one with blond hair says, seeming a little angry "I'm sorry about him... But that's true, no? You don't seem from here" he says with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes... I'm not from here" Sanji whisper, looking down "I'm here because the Baratie come, and I live with them, so..." he says, still feeling a strange thing in his chest, confused about why these guys not punched me yet?

"The ship with a restaurant?!" Luffy scream, excited "I see it yesterday! You live there?!" the boy was so excited about this that he don't notice the way his scream make Sanji shiver more and curl himself. But, Sabo and Ace notice.

"Hey, Luffy... I think you're scaring that boy" Sabo warn, his eyes in the younger boy with worry, why he's so nervous and scared? Sabo walks at him, intenting to see whats wrong, but Sanji protect himself, like if someone will hurt him... Maybe he passed through something bad?

"Hey...! No one will make any harm to you, understand?" the older guy with blond hair says, wanting to calm the little boy. He smiles noticing the way his shivers down a little, maybe he is starting to notice no one of them will punch him?

"Hey, guy... You're Sanji, no?" Ace finally says, a little nicer after notice that something was really wrong. "Yes... And you're Ace, yes?" Sanji talks back, a little smile in his lips.

And then, they start to see each other every day. A friendship forming.

Don't take much time to them (Sabo and Ace mostly) notice that's the weird guy who they befriend passed throught something bad, really bad. But he don't seem to like to talk about this, so none of them will ask.

And with three crazy brothers being his only friends, Sanji is always in trouble, with them of course. He ends up meeting Dandan (and she loves him, like- "what a nice and polite boy!") and the ASL meets Zeff (who of course is hafl-regreting making Sanji go explore- like, he befriend THREE troublemakers???).

Seeing each other every day, during a good amount of time, makes the ASL brothers see Sanji as one of them. And obviously, Sanji see them as brothers

They're having crazy and dangerous adventures everyday, but Sanji loves it. Because he's finally knowing what the love of a brother is.

He's being cared and loved as a way he never feel before. Sabo, Ace and Luffy have their own ways, but it's still really good. Sanji is having peoples (better, is having brothers) who look at him and don't see a failure, but a human, with good and bad things.

Sanji, who never knowed what a loving of a sibling is, now have three peoples showing him.

They pass two years in this way. Sometimes the Baratie need to go to other islands for a couple of days, but Sanji always come back for his siblings. Until, the Baratie need to go away.

This broke Sanji, who's hoped to live with his brothers (he even promised to be the cook of their ship!), and so is the ASL. They hug each other strong when the day to go away come, and they make a promise:

When they all are older, they will reunite and start to live and travel as brothers again!

. . .

That the AU I made! A little to much strange? Yes, but I like it.

So here's a more happy thing in this AU:

Sanji and Luffy seeing each other after years apart, and this will be SO cute. Like, they'll be happy, laughing and huging while the other will be like- "WTF is happening here?!-"

And I can't- I HAVE to do some hc with Sanuso in this AU-- like, I get SO MUCH ideas!

#sanuso #asl brothers #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #sabo #asl brother and sanji sibling au #oh my fucking god i can't- #THIS AU IS SOOO STRANGE BUT ALSO GOOD

[bcofl0ve]

Okay but Austin waiting for the birth of his child and offering encouraging words during the birth?

did you read my mind bc i was just thinking of doing a blurb like this 😅 content warning for childbirth! and mommy issues if you squint.

“Aus?”

Your voice trembled when you spoke his name and Austin snapped his head up from where he had been looking at your intertwined fingers His face was full of worry, which only got worse when he saw that you were about to cry.

“What’s going on, does something not feel right?”

His voice was edging on panic and you shook your head, swiping at your eyes.

“I’m scared,” You whispered, wincing in pain as a contraction rolled through. “I’m going to be a horrible mom, just like mine-”

“Baby hey, none of that.”

He cut you off seriously, leaning in closer and squeezing your hand in both of his. “You’re going to be a fantastic mom because you’re the beautiful, kind and loving person that you are. Not anyone else.”

Before you could respond to that were doubling over in pain and your OB made a beeline from across the room to look under your robe. For the past nine months thinking about strangers getting so up close and personal just about gave you hives, but now you’d let the entire hospital watch if it got your daughter here sooner.

“You’re at ten centimeters, so it’s time to push when you feel another contraction.” The doctor said, ducking out of the room but quickly coming right back in with a whole entourage.

The next contraction almost got a scream out of you, your hand squeezing Austin’s so hard as you pushed that you felt a knuckle pop. When you tried to exhale your breath rattled, panic rising in your throat.

“I, I can’t,” You choked out through tears.

“Yeah you can,” Austin said, the hand you weren’t close to breaking fingers on placed on the back of your neck. “You’re so close, she’s almost here.”

A few more excruciating pushes later a nurse said something about being able to see the baby’s head. And you finally felt as close to the end as Austin, bless his heart, had spent the past 45 minutes telling you you were.

“One more, you’re doing great Y/N, I’m so proud of you.”

You took every last ounce of strength you had in your body and pushed again, the sound of high pitched crying following in short succession. The confirmation that she was okay, and that the worst part was over, made you fall back breathless.

Placing your daughter on your chest, a nurse gave you a congratulations that you didn’t quite catch because you’d lifted your eyes and gotten a good look at Austin. The tension in his face had resolved, a small giddy laugh escaping him as he leaned over the side of your hospital bed. He cradled the back of the infant's head, tears running down his cheeks just like they were yours.

“She’s so perfect.”

Soft spoken, he looked from her to you, cheeks flushed as he sniffled. “I- I just love you both so much,”

“We love you too.” You whispered, overwhelmed at all the emotions coursing through you. Your back ached, everything hurt if you were being honest.

But that had a way of dissipating when you heard Austin gasp under his breath as your daughter opened her eyes for the first time, baby blues looking up at you curiously.

#in my head the name was gracie after graceland LOL #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #austin butler headcanons #austin butler imagines #tw birth #tw childbirth

[127tyong]

Tangerine Love

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, FWB AU

Warnings: (in order of most to least triggering, bc there's a lot) SA (on reader), CNC, emotional abuse and exploitation, manipulation, gaslighting

Word Count: 2.0k

"I hate the summer, because it reminds me of you. The heat is overbearing, just like you. Too hot, too sticky, and too much all at once."

Part 2 of 4: Summer- Tangerine Love

"I hate the summer, because it reminds me of you. The heat is overbearing, just like you. Too hot, too sticky, and too much all at once."

The orange melted popsicle ran down your fingers, sticking on everything in its path.

You were sitting outside Haechan's house, feet in the pool, Haechan getting out of the pool to get you a towel.

You and Haechan had a bit of history, but it ended with you two casually hooking up and maintaining a good friendship. Of course, you never asked him to be more than just friends with benefits, but you knew he wasn't into dating.

"God, you're such a mess." Haechan handed you the towel. "Why do you eat popsicles when you know you never finish them before they melt?"

"They're yummy." You shrugged. 

"Just… throw it away at this point. Go to the bathroom." Haechan cringed, stepping back into the pool.

You went to rinse your hands in the bathroom, noticing your face was sticky, and the line of melted sugar rolled down to your breasts, under your white bikini.

"Haechan!" You yelled, walking back out to the back patio. "I swear to God, if that popsicle ruins my bikini!"

"What are you even talking about?" Haechan jumped out of the pool, sitting on the edge, tanned abs soaking wet.

"Look!" You showed him your breasts. 

"As much as I like looking at you…" You groaned. "That was not my fault."

"My bikini…" You whined.

"Just get in the pool." Haechan slid back into the pool. 

You followed him, wrapping your arms around his neck so he could hold you.

"See? It's coming out." Haechan's hand slid under your bikini, feeling the fabric. "You're such a cry baby."

You kissed his cheek. "Sorry…"

"Yeah, of course you are." Haechan pulled at the single-knotted string on your back, then the one around your neck, your bikini falling off and floating into the water. "Now there's nothing to worry about."

"Haechan, I'm not sure…"

"Sh, sh, sh…" Haechan pulled at the knots on your hips, bottoms falling off as well. "Be quiet, you wouldn't want anyone to hear me fucking you, right?"

"But I-"

Haechan's hand slapped over your mouth. "I wasn't asking, I was telling you."

You nodded. 

"Good." Haechan bent you over the edge of the pool, the stone hot against your chest and stomach. 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as Haechan slid his cock inside you all at once.

"God, I should've fucked you in the pool all summer…" Haechan bottomed out, his thick cock hurting you more from being in the water.

"Hurts…" You cried out, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Just a bit more, I promise." Haechan was moaning your name into your ear, guttural groans stopping you from shoving him away. His hand wrapped around your neck, choking you as he fucked you.

And then you realized something. He didn't even love you. All the nights you laid in his bed, full of his cum, dizzy from his cock… They didn't even mean anything to him. You couldn't even leave him because you were so invested in this relationship…

You zoned out, letting Haechan cum inside you then pushing him away. "I'm gonna go home." You grabbed your bikini and went into his house, changing back into your clothes.

Haechan followed you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." You scoffed.

"Was it something I did?" Haechan grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

You sighed, crossing your arms. "Haechan…"

"I'm sorry." Haechan hugged you. "I'm so, so sorry… I thought you liked it."

"No, that's not it, I just have to… think." You shook your head.

"About what?" Haechan let go of you.

"About… us? Me? I don't know…" You whined, stepping back from Haechan.

"You can't… you can't leave me." Haechan grabbed your arm. "Listen, I won't let you leave."

You went to unlock the front door, but Haechan's arms wrapped around your waist. 

"Don't leave me." You felt tears on your neck.

You sighed, pulling away from him for just a second to face him. "Haechan." You wrapped an arm around his neck. "Why don't we date?"

"Date? Like seriously?" Haechan's arm dropped off your waist, his tears stopping.

"Why can't we be official? We go out all the time, we fuck, I mean, I thought you love me… Why can't we be exclusive?"

"I, uh…" Haechan backed up. "I'm not sure."

"I'm leaving then." You started to walk out of Haechan's house.

"No, wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm. "Is that all you want?"

You shook your head. "Has the thought of us dating never even entered your mind? What the fuck are we even doing, then?"

"I can't stand to see you with another man, but I don't think I'm right for you… I don't want to hurt you."

"What are you even talking about?" You scoffed. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not." Haechan grabbed your wrist.

You suddenly remembered the fact that you've never really made Haechan mad. He's always taken his anger out on you another way… You knew him well. All the times he's pinned you down or choked you came to mind. He would never intentionally hurt you, but there was a nagging voice in your head that told you to stay away.

"Stop." It was like he read your mind. "If only you knew what I wanted to do to you…" 

"Please, let's just talk-" Haechan's lips crashed onto yours after a split second, his hands tangled into your hair. You realized what you had to do to calm him down. You kissed him back, fumbling with his pants button, letting them fall off. Breaking away from the kiss, you slid onto your knees, his cock in your hand, lips wet with Haechan's saliva.

"You're such a good girl…" Haechan cooed as your lips reached the tip of his cock, then down your throat.

A loud gagging noise came from your throat as Haechan grabbed your head and shoved his cock deeper into you, deeper and harder than he ever did before.

"You shouldn't make me mad anymore." Haechan continued, speaking to you in a baby voice, faking his pity. "I wouldn't do this to you if you would just do what I want to begin with… I wouldn't have to hurt you."

After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, you were released with a hot liquid pouring down your throat, followed by Haechan zipping his pants back up.

"There's my good girl." Haechan wiped your tears as you stood up.

You felt drained, your head falling onto Haechan's shoulder. "Can I sleep here?"

~

You woke up with Haechan's arm around your waist, Haechan waking up as you moved. 

"Good morning." You always loved his husky voice when he woke up.

"Morning." You groggily wiped your eyes, shifting to face Haechan, pressing your face into his chest.

"You want breakfast?" Haechan started playing with your hair.

You shook your head. "No… I just want to stay here a bit."

He kissed your forehead. "You know I love you, right?"

"Then why won't you-"

"I can't." Haechan sat up, getting out of bed.

"But… you love me." You shifted, standing next to Haechan.

"I will never marry you." 

His words cut through your heart, and all you could do was cry. "Then why am I even here?"

"Because you're so pretty I want to do things I promise I'd never do." Haechan brushed a few stray hairs out of your face then wiped your tears. "I want to take you on cute dates and buy you a ring… But I know that I can't."

"You're pathetic, Haechan." You grabbed your bra off his nightstand and put it on. "You're a pathetic piece of shit that thinks it's fun to mess with my feelings."

"I wish I could, but I can't." Haechan stood in front of his bedroom door. "I just… I know I can't give you everything you want."

"If you loved me-"

"I DO! I love you! What don't you understand?" Haechan's voice broke. "I'm doing this because I love you! You need a man that can give you a fucking white picket fence and a six figure salary and vacations to Malibu and a retirement fund… And that will never be us."

"...But I love you. And you love me?" You hugged Haechan. "Let's date then."

"God…" Haechan stroked your hair, hugging you back. "Fine. And once the summer ends we'll break up."

~

Sweat uncomfortably stuck your hair onto your forehead, but that didn't matter since Haechan was taking you out on a date. The humidity was killing you, nearly making you unable to breathe. Or it was your nerves. 

Haechan parked the car.

"Wait, we're at-"

"A five star restaurant? I know." Haechan got out of the car then opened your door.

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't know you were so bougie, Haechan." You followed Haechan into the restaurant.

"Table for Lee Donghyuck." Haechan looked at you. "Legal name."

You nodded, wondering if the outfit you chose would be nice enough. And considering the hostess seemed to be silently judging you, probably not.

Haechan kissed your neck, right below your ear. "You're so perfect."

You giggled, the kiss tickling you. "You are too, more than you think."

"Is that why you want to marry me?" Haechan laughed back, relaxing into a back hug.

You scoffed. "Well, I certainly don't want to marry an idiot."

A waitress came up to you two and seated you both.

"Have you eaten here before?" You made small talk with Haechan.

Haechan took a sip of the wine the waitress served you two. "Fuck no, I don't have that kind of money."

"...Why are we here then?" You looked at him dumbfounded.

"Because, even if it's just for a little while longer, I'm gonna treat you right."

"You're so fucking corny, you know that?" You scoffed, trying to eat your meal.

"I love you."

You cringed. "Please stop."

"Why can't I ever have a nice moment with you?" Haechan pouted.

"Because… because we're not even actually dating." You stabbed your salad. 

"Oh my fucking- See, this is why I can't do anything nice for you, because you turn it into this whole… mess. You don't want me to do anything nice for you!" Haechan slammed a few hundred dollars on the table, then stood up. 

You spun around in your seat, grabbing Haechan's arm. "Wait, Haechan-" "That should cover the bill and tip. Stay if you want to, but I'm leaving." Haechan shook you off.

~

A few weeks later, Haechan called you and asked you to come out of the house after dark. He took you to a nearby park and you two walked around a little bit, chatting about life. He held your hand, his thumb rubbing over yours.

"Hey." He stopped in his tracks. 

You looked up at him.

"Would you really be happy if we dated and got married?" He slid his hands into his pockets.

You sighed, thinking about how to reply. "I mean…"

"Because… I've been thinking. And… If you want to marry me…" Haechan pulled something out of his pocket.

And you thought this would be it, your perfect happy ending. He had to be proposing, he had to be… You couldn't live without him, these few weeks without him were hell…

Haechan gave back the key to your house. "Then we should stop dragging this out." 

You knew this was coming, but you didn't know it was going to be tonight… You thought you had at least a few weeks. Or months.

As you walked back home, it started raining.

You looked up at the sky, the rain soaking your shirt. It was so pretty, that you thought that if a day could be so bittersweet, it would have to be today. It was so pretty, that if you could have wanted a day to last forever, then it should be today. It was so pretty, that no matter how heart broken you were, you couldn't cry.

You sat outside on a park bench for a few hours until the rain ended. And you realized the summer rain was over, and it was finally autumn. 

As promised, Haechan broke up with you on the last day of summer, just before the autumn winds.

And that was the first day you finally felt free.

#nct smut #nct fanfic #nct dream smut #nct x reader #'00 smut #haechan smut

[omgahgase]

modern au: i want to think that during ben's birth, han was a whirlwind of emotions. he was happy, terrified, slightly nauseous, the whole nine yards of a first time father watching his tiny wife push out a little human.

when ben is finally brought into the world, he's kicking and screaming—exactly like his mother who's still feeling the effects of birth. he's covered in white yet his small face, screwed up into a pinched scowl, is purple from all his yelling. han is the first to hold him. it happens in a blur, ben is in his arms, all tiny fists and toes, black puffs of hair matted down across his big round head, and he's beautiful. so, so beautiful that—screw it, han cries. he sees them land on ben's chest before he feels them, then big, fat, rolling tears are falling from his eyes. he doesn't even hear the nurse announce "it's a boy!" to leia because ben's wails echo in the room, bouncing off the walls and rattling around in han's head as one of the nurses takes ben to get him cleaned and checked over.

han is right behind her, watching as they wipe his face and body as best as they can with ben flailing his limbs everywhere. han smiles to himself, proud. he's so proud.

"han!" leia calls from the bed, tired but still with enough fight in her too. "han, what does he look like?"

'beautiful,' han thinks as he peers down at his son. 'he looks like me but he sounds like you. loud and commanding and beautiful.'

han doesn't say that, though, because despite ben's dark hair and strong features that pull more from his father's side, as he screams bloody murder, he looks exactly like his mother. a perfect copy and paste.

"han!" leia calls again, "you scoundrel, what does he look like?"

han takes ben from the nurse, blanket wrapped loosely around him and still purple in the face, before yelling back just as loud.

"you on a bad day!"

the nurses go quiet. the doctor stifles a choked chuckle. ben still yells like it's the only thing he knows how to do. which, yeah. it is.

"wha—?" han places ben's screaming form in leia's arms and she takes her first good look at him, at their son, kicking and crying and waving his pudgy fist around. then, "oh fuck, he does look like me on a bad day."

the room erupts into laughter and han is crying again. the nurses, still giggling, go about their protocol as han slips in next to leia and gathers them in his arms. his little family. he presses a kiss to leia's forehead, mumbles praise into her sweat soaked hair of 'you're so strong' and 'he's gorgeous' and 'thank you for giving me a son.'

han doesn't know how many times he whispers his thanks into leia's ear when he ducks down and cries into her shoulder. he doesn't hear leia say her own praise, the 'thank you for being with me. for staying,' that she presses into the tear-stained flush of han's cheek. han isn't aware of anything around him except for the heartbeats of his wife and the son, the privilege he has to hear them, to feel them against his palms as he hugs them both so tight.

it's takes him awhile to compose himself, and even longer to realize that ben's finally calmed down, his head nuzzled snuggly beneath leia's chin, right on her chest.

"thank you," han says again, voice wet and so full of gratitude. "thank you for letting me have this."

leia smiles and leans up to kiss him. han meets her in the middle and as they share a moment as husband and wife with their new born son, han sends his thanks upwards. to whatever deity or higher power that saw him and thought he deserved something as special as this—as them. leia and ben.

han assumed he wasn't allowed this much happiness, to be loved and feel love, to give love. han thought he'd live his life as nothing but a no good scoundrel. though, like most times, as leia loves to point out, he's wrong. han is so wrong that it's laughable, and if being wrong blessed him with a family, then he never wants to be right again.

#hanleia #i have so many emotions about the solo-organa family #and i refuse to believe that han wasn't a mess when ben was born #the 'you on a bad day!' line actually happened when my brother was born #han solo #leia organa #ben solo #star wars #omgahgase writes

[phoebe-delia]

Hi Phoebe! If you're still accepting prompts, would "a single thread of gold tied me to you" from the song lyrics list be acceptable (and/or drarry soulmates)?

I love your writing, and I hope December is treating you well! 💜

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Oh, sweet anon, thank you so much! Both for the prompt and for your kind words about my writing. My brain has been being mean to me lately about my writing, so this made me smile.

I love soulmate stuff so much but I'm not sure I've ever written it before! So. Here's my take on it. I wrote a little Victorian AU, because I LOVE Victorian AU!Drarry.

Draco nearly choked on his champagne and had a coughing fit when he saw Harry Potter again. It took everything he'd learned in his decade of decorum training not to simply spit out the large sip he'd just taken of champagne and spew it all over Lady Coatesworth-Haye's gown. Though if Draco hadn't been focusing his energy elsewhere at that moment, he might've had the passing thought that her gown couldn't be made worse for it.

Still, he managed to swallow while keeping one eye on the old woman and the other on Potter. The man moved easily through the ballroom, exchanging greetings with the party-goers. Potter had a charming smile for each of them, but Draco felt his confusion nearly outweigh his shock at seeing Potter continue determinedly through the crowd, as if on a mission.

"...wouldn't you agree?" Draco was pulled from his musings to look back at the haughty and wrinkled face of the woman in front of him.

Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, quite right, madame." He glanced around, relieved when he saw a server coming toward them with an empty tray. "If you will excuse me," he said, not waiting for a reply before walking off, setting his half-full champagne glass down on the passing tray.

Draco moved quickly but tried not to make his haste too obvious, lest the guests think the son of the hosts was trying to leave his parents' own party. He finally made his way outside to the balcony and braced himself on the railing. He breathed heavily, letting the cool night air fill his lungs while he tried to formulate a plan.

What on earth was Potter doing? Draco wanted to scream. He immediately regretted having left his champagne inside.

He had to get out of there, party be damned. He'd claim he'd fallen ill and then take his leave. "Forgive me, Mother," he muttered to himself, preparing to brave the crowd one last time and strategizing how he'd be able to escape without running into Potter.

He heard the door open, the noise of the party briefly spilling into the peaceful night before it shut again.

"Draco?"

The sound of his name, in that voice, brought tears to Draco's eyes. He forced them back, absolutely refusing to let himself cry. "Potter," he replied cooly, not turning around to greet him.

He heard Potter take a step toward him. "I've been looking for you."

Draco kept his expression neutral, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. "Well, you've found me."

"I was hoping to speak with you."

“I’m afraid I must decline."

"Might I inquire as to why?"

"I've fallen ill. You would do well to keep away from me, Potter."

Potter frowned and stepped closer into Draco's space. "You seem perfectly healthy to me." He pressed the back of his hand to Draco's forehead. Draco froze at Potter's light touch. Potter's hand left warmth in its wake when he lifted it from Draco's person.

"Ah," Potter said, nodding. "You are sick. But I believe we suffer from the same affliction."

Draco scoffed. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Heartbreak is contagious."

Draco whipped around to face Potter fully, glaring at him. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Potter smiled at him a bit sadly. "We have to discuss this sooner or later, you understand."

Potter's hand moved closer to Draco's, but Draco yanked his hand away. "I see no reason why we should ever have to discuss this."

"I can give you three reasons."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Easily. First, I miss you terribly." Potter took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "What-"

"Second, you pine for me just as strongly."

"But—no, I—"

"And third," Potter placed his hand firmly over Draco's, and a thin, shimmering golden thread appeared and tied itself around their wrists, linking them together. "We belong together," he whispered.

Draco felt a tear slip down his cheek as he looked at their joined hands.

"And no matter how much you want to pretend we'll never work, or that society will never embrace us, it hasn't made me love you any less." Potter lifted his other hand to cup the back of Draco's neck. "Stop running from me. Stop running from yourself."

"Harry." It came out of Draco's chest like a wheeze; like it was the last gust of air from his lungs. His breath shuddered as a few more tears spilled. "Nothing's changed, you know that. My parents won't accept our soulmate bond, and they never will. Do you know the risk you took by simply coming here?" Draco turned his hand over to lace his fingers with Harry's.

"I had to see you. I was distraught, and hurt, and so angry. But I've thought it through, and I've got a plan." Harry's expression shifted to one of fierce determination. "Draco, come away with me. We can leave now, tonight."

"H-Harry," Draco breathed. "You're mad!"

"Mad for you, perhaps," Harry grinned at him. "Just picture it, Draco. We can escape and live a life of our own. I've got a friend a few towns away by boat. She can take us in while we find a permanent home.

"You've got your own vaults, now; out of your parents' control. And so have I, since my birthday last month. We might not have our titles, or our status, but we'll be comfortable." Harry met his eyes directly. "And we'll be free to love each other, openly. Without fear."

Harry wiped a tear from Draco's cheek. "I know the choice isn't easy. But can you honestly tell me that you would be happier here than with me? Would you truly rather marry someone you don't love in order to please your parents? Instead of the person chosen by the Gods to love you?"

Draco took a shuddering breath. "Harry," he began. "You were right; I've missed you like a part of me." He forced back more tears. "And then tonight, when you found me out here, I thought you were going to tell me you'd given up on me."

"No, my love," Harry shook his head. "Never."

Draco sniffed. "I've thought constantly about that day. About all the things I should have said and didn't. But I don't wish to waste any more time. The answer to your question is yes, Harry, of course. I love you." Draco crossed the short distance between them and pulled Harry into a kiss.

A few skipped heartbeats later, they pulled away, breathless and a bit teary. "Thank Merlin you said yes," Harry chuckled. "I don't know what I would've done."

"Of course I did. I'd follow you anywhere, Harry." Draco sealed his promise with a small kiss on Harry's lips. "Anywhere."

#eight drarry nights 2023 #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry fandom #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

[the-ineffable-cross]

The Button Room - COD SBI/DSMP AU

Dedicated to the lovely SBI anon <33

"The button is right there. If I’m gonna press it ever, it’s now. And…" Soap throws his hands in the air dramatically, whirling around, the words and lyrics scribbled hastily on the walls becoming blurs of smudged black in a sea of pale stone.

He marvels as his creation. The tentacles of red wire branching across the floor connection bundles of his most favoured weapon. TNT.

"THE THING THAT I’VE KNOWN THIS PLACE FOR doesn’t exist anymore! The- The thing I- everyone worked towards! Doesn’t exist anymore! It’s over!" Johnny laughs maniacally as he drags a gunpowder covered hand down his face.

God, he's tired.

So, so tired.

Tired of being betrayed.

Tired of Graves.

Tired of Las Almas.

Tired of this.

"Son, what are you doing?"

Soap freezes, once bright blue eyes widening at the sound of his Captain's voice.

He whispers weakly, "Price..." as if he was really stunned to find his him standing behind him. The old man always knew where to find him. It was uncanny.

Soap would miss him when they both died.

"Okay- I... do you know what this button does, Captain?" He says, his voice strained. A stray hand gestures to the button poised on the wall, brushing mere centimetres over it. He watches Price flinch at the proximity.

"Uh-huh. I do, Soap." Price says.

Johnny feels a bead of sweat trickle down his temple before dropping to the floor, never to be seen again.

"Have you heard the- the song?" Soap asks, running his fingers over the smudged writing on the wall. "I was just saying- I made this big point and it made- it was poignant, and it was the- it’s um…" Manic blue eyes drift around the room. "There was a special place, where men could go-"

Johnny drifts to a murmur, so quiet not even Price could hear him, before his head jerks up and he looks him in the eyes.

"But that’s not there anymore, you know? It was never-"

"It is here!" Price pleads. "With us. The special place is you! Here with us! Son, please..."

PRICE- I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON, PRICE!" Soap tugs at his mohawk desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

Price is wrong.

He has to be wrong.

"I’ve been here- I’ve been here like seven or eight times! I’ve been here- seven or eight times…!"

"And you just want to... blow it all up?" Price whispers, a far cry from the man he usually is.

Soap sucks in a sharp breath. The cold, damp air worming its way into his lungs, stinging his throat.

"I- I do... I think I-" Soap sniffles as the tears left unfallen for so long finally drop, splattering on the floor, reminding both men too much of blood for their likings.

"There was a saying, Price… uh… by a traitor uh... a traitor...? I don’t know if you’ve heard about Alex…?" Soap stumbles over his words, choking slightly on salty tears.

"Yeah..." Price says softly.

"He had a saying, Captain." Johnny's eye dance over to the button, lingering far too long.

"It was never meant to be." Soap whispers as he slams his hand down on the button.

"Oh my god- you didn't-" Price screams before-

BOOM.

A flash of white.

That's all the two men see before the dust settles and frankly, Soap is dissapointed.

Why isn't he dead?

How isn't he dead?

A sharp pain rips through his side as blood gushes from a tear through his side. Crimson rivulets run down his torn black pants before pooling on the floor, engulfing the tears shed before.

"Kill me, Price. Kill me. Do it. Everyone will want you too." Soap chokes, blood foaming in his mouth, as he sees Price's frame move through the dust.

"I- I can't- YOU'RE MY SARGENT, MY SON!"

"KILL ME, PRICE," Soap garbles, blood spilling from his mouth, "DO IT!"

The dying man flings his gun at Price's feet, blood arching through the air and landing on the tip of his boots.

Price bends down shakily and collects the gun with nimble fingers. The cool metal numbs the red hot stinging of his palms as he fingers the trigger.

"I'm sorry, son."

BANG.

A whip crack noise sounds through the air as the body tumbles to the ground, shot clean through the temple by the shaking hands of his father. John 'Soap' MacTavish was no more.

Until he was.

#cross' cod chaos #CoD SBI AU #soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #cod price #price mw2 #captain john price #john price #captain price #price #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mwf2 #dream smp #SBI anon #the button room

[bellafragolina]

Snapshot

Because I’m an angst fiend that is never satisfied

Based on @peachsodama’s hivemind au and also her idea about the puppet being shot <3

WARNING: injury and blood

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The pain ricochets through the network. Everywhere throughout the Gear Station, people crumble with shocked gasps and cries. It’s late, the subway is closed, so Emmet, writhing in his office, doesn’t understand this shock of pain. Was it a hernia? Appendicitis? Some other horrifying human illness preying upon his poor humans??

He frantically flits through the eyes of his passengers, seeing various parts of the station before he finds the source of the pain.

It’s you.

You, staring blankly down at your stomach. You’re slumped onto the floor, it’s dark, but Emmet can see the pool growing beneath you, blossoming through your uniform jacket like a field of poppies from that movie you like so much.

Sorry, boss. You think, sensing his presence. The view shifts. Emmet can feel your struggle to lift your head and look towards the ticket counter register. There’s a man, dressed in dark clothes, tearing the register apart. I’m sorry.

You slump down and the view goes dark.

Emmet is already hurdling a petrified Ingo, knocking the office door down in his race to get to where you are. He and the others claw at the door to your consciousness, begging you to open your eyes, to breathe slowly, Emmet’s coming.

The pain is growing. Emmet clutches his stomach, crying tears that aren’t all his. The rage that simmers and boils within him is his, though. And it bursts into a mighty blaze as he tears the employee door to the registers off its hinges.

The robber turns to face a hulking white beast, with sharp claws and five glowing silver eyes. He barely has time to scream before Emmet lunges, choking on his sobs and the stench of your blood thick in the air.

Emmet brings his hand down, just as a bang sounds through the air.

The others are screaming, the pain more intense now, but Emmet just crawls towards you. His own injury doesn't compare to yours, he was too close and knocked the bullet aside. It's grazed him, but you. . .

A whine tears from his throat, tears and blood dripping onto your little body. Emmet lies beside you, so much larger, and curls around you, desperate to protect you. He buries his face in your hair, muffling sobs, and waits for the sirens to get louder and louder.

Please, don't leave. He begs you. Don't go where I can't follow, my poor human. Please. I love you. Please stay.

He licks the tears from your cheek.

Please?

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ta-da!

yeeeee i am sad

~Renee

#emmet x reader #hivemind au #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[petitelepus]

The Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 15

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Christmas at Shinazugawa household and you are invited!

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shuya Shinazugawa, Hiroshi Shinazugawa, Koto Shinazugawa, Teiko Shinazugawa, Sumi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter came and so did the first snow, followed by the second and third. You and Genya had recovered from your fevers and returned to school just in time for the seasonal exams before Christmas break. The two of you studied and worked hard, but you made it and it was finally time for the vacation.

Normally you would spend Christmas alone in your apartment, maybe order something good to eat, make yourself some sort of dessert, and just chill, but now you and Genya were a couple and his family had invited you to join the Christmas celebration at their place.

To say you were nervous was the underestimation of the year.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Genya asked as the two of you were walking towards Shinazugawa's household. You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded nervously, "Yeah, I'm just… I'm just nervous. Like, very nervous!"

"It's going to be okay." Your partner smiled as he squeezed your hand in his, "They are going to love you."

"I hope they like the present I got them…" You murmured as you fixed your hold on the backpack where you had hidden the Christmas present. Genya nodded, "I have no doubt that they are going to love it."

"What about if it's too much?" You asked worriedly, "What about if the teacher doesn't like it?"

"That…" Genya frowned, "I think he cares more about our siblings and their happiness."

The two of you arrived at the Shinazugawa household and rang the doorbell. As soon as the bell rang, you could hear kids screaming inside and you swallowed nervously. It was showtime!

The door slammed open and teacher Shinazugawa or Sanemi glared at you guys, "It's about time you came!"

"I- I'm sorry, are we late?" You asked and the silver-haired teacher of yours shook his head, "No, you're just in time. Get in!"

You and Genya stepped inside, Sanemi closing the door behind you two as you took your shoes and jackets off. He eyed your backpack suspiciously, "What's in the backpack?"

"Oh, uh, Christmas present?" You said and he squinted his sharp eyes at you, "I didn't tell you to bring anything."

"I, uh, I wanted to bring something?" You asked uncertainly. Your teacher wasn't exactly smiling, but not frowning either, so you thought you were safe.

That's when you heard some whispers and you looked ahead and saw children's heads peeking shyly from around the corner. You smiled and waved a little at them and they all reacted differently, some giggling and some yelping because they were noticed.

"Come out brats and introduce yourselves!" Sanemi snapped and three young boys and two young girls stepped out. The boys introduced themselves as Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and the girls as Teiko and Sumi.

"M- Merry Christmas to you all!" You said as you introduced yourself.

"Are you our big brother Genya's girlfriend?" Hiroshi, one with a similar hairstyle to Genya's asked and both you and Genya blushed, but you tried your hardest to keep on smiling, "I am."

"Have you kissed?" Shuya with his big brothers' sharp eyes asked. You and Genya both choked on air, but before either one of you could reply, the older brother shouted.

"Oi, don't go asking stupid things!" Sanemi snapped and you were briefly scared that the kids would cry if being shouted at, but they all just giggled and laughed, completely immune to their oldest brother.

"Either way, get in, we are having fried chicken and pizza," Sanemi said as he chased his younger siblings out of their home's entrance. You and Genya were about to join them, but you quickly grabbed your boyfriend's shirt's sleeve and yanked it gently to get his attention.

"Genya…!" You whispered as loudly as you dared without risking being heard by his family.

"Yes?"

"Your brothers and sisters are so cute..!" You confessed and you weren't lying, you could feel your heart grow as you watched the innocent smiles of your boyfriend's younger siblings.

Hearing this, Genya froze before a genuine happy smile broke out on his face. "That makes me so happy." He confessed and you smiled as you grabbed your backpack and the two of you joined the rest of the Shinazugawas in the living room.

"Big sis, sit with us!" Sumi and Teiko said cheerfully as they made room for you and you glanced at Genya who nodded and sat with his brothers while you took a seat between his sisters.

"Thank you," You thanked them and they giggled, "Is living with big brother fun?"

"Teiko, Sumi!" Genya called his sisters' names, but the two of them just smiled as they waited for you to reply. You smiled a little nervously before nodding, "Yes, your brother is so kind to me. I'm happy with him."

"Isn't he?" They smiled and you blushed a little, but your blush was nothing when compared to Genya's.

"Enough of the interrogation, time to eat!" Sanemi said as he brought buckets filled with fried chicken and boxes filled with pizza to the table and everyone cheered as they started to eat and enjoy the Christmas meal, you and Genya included.

You were actually still a little nervous so you ate pretty little, but slowly you started to calm down and enjoy yourself as Genya's siblings accepted you and included you in all their conversations.

You smiled as you took in the whole atmosphere in the room. Warm, and kind, a real family. You felt a little nostalgic, as you enjoyed yourself and your boyfriend's family's companion.

Finally, you were all getting full of chicken and pizza, but just in time because you were running out of them. The kids sighed happily, their tummies full of chicken and pizza. Genya glanced at you after noticing how little you had eaten.

"Are you sure you're full?" He asked and you nodded with a smile, "Yep!"

"Do you guys want cake now or later?" Sanemi asked and the kids cheered, "Now!"

"Okay, but don't cry to me when your stomachs start hurting!" The silver-haired man said as he got up and went to get the cake. Meanwhile, you looked at the younger siblings and smiled, "I hope you don't mind, but I brought you all a Christmas present."

This caught all the kids' attention.

"You brought us a present?" Koto, the youngest brother asked and you nodded as you reached for your backpack and opened it enough to pull out a medium-sized box wrapped in white and red paper. You placed the present on the table and the kids eyed it curiously.

"Can we open it?" Shuya asked and you glanced at Genya, "What do you think?"

Your boyfriend was about to reply when suddenly Sanemi returned with a huge strawberry and cream cake in his hands, "No presents until you have eaten!"

"Then can we save cake for later?" Kids asked and Sanemi growled, "You just wanted cake!"

"We also want to see the big sis' present!"

You felt a little bad that you had lifted the present on the table before you had eaten the cake. The silver-haired teacher of yours growled as he placed the cake on the table next to the present. "Fine, you can open it while eating cake, but don't make a habit of this!"

"We won't!" The kids said in unison and then turned to look at you, "Can we open it?"

"Go ahead," You nodded and the kids happily opened the present. They were surprisingly calm and careful while tearing the paper, but once they saw what you had brought for them, their eyes widened in shock and joy and they screamed, "A Nintendo Switch!"

"A Nin-What?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "There are some games also."

"Sports game!"

"Pokémon!"

"Dance game!"

The kids were absolutely ecstatic as they looked at the console and games you had packed with it. You were smiling, you were honestly so happy to see them enjoy your present. Before you knew it, they all jumped up from their seats and rushed to hug you, all 5 kids together.

"We love you, big sis!" They all shouted happily and you blinked, a little shocked by their sudden show of affection.

"Can we play right now?" The kids asked and Sanemi snapped, "Oi, eat the cake since you wanted some!"

"You can eat the cake while I can set the Nintendo to your TV?" You asked and Genya glanced at you, "You know how to do that?"

"I'm handier than I look." You said with a small smile, "And it's easy."

"Sounds like a plan." Sanemi nodded and the kids let go of you and returned to their seats as their eldest brother started to cut the cake. Meanwhile, you grabbed the Nintendo and went to set it on their television. It was honestly so easy for you and by the time you were done, the kids were done with the cake.

"Okay, would you like to start with the sports game?" You asked and the kids cheered as they ran to you excitedly.

"We can make our own Wii characters!"

"Yeah!" The kids absolutely took over the controls and started to explore all their choices and mini-games there were. You smiled as you stepped aside and your teacher walked up to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for you to give out such an expensive thing?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "Yes, I have more money than people might think."

"We don't have anything to give you back."

"This night was more than enough for me." You said genuinely and you meant it. You hadn't had a family meeting like this in years so being invited to one made you so happy, despite your status as a loner. After all, this was Genya's family and you were honored to have been invited.

"Go," Sanemi said suddenly, "Genya saved you a piece of cake."

"Ah, thank you," You said out of habit as you made your way to your boyfriend who was cleaning dishes from the table. Only one plate remained and on that plate was a beautiful piece of cake with a lot of ripe strawberries on it.

"Is this huge piece really for me?" You asked as you sat down and Genya nodded, "Everyone wanted you to have the piece with the most strawberries."

"That is so sweet," You said as you picked a fork, but before you dug into the cake, you looked at your boyfriend, "Wanna share this with me?"

"No, you eat it. I already had a piece." Genya said and you nodded as you took a piece and ate it. Oh God, it was so delicious, you should eat cake more often.

When you were done with the cake, Genya took your empty plate to the dishwasher and the two of you went to the living room to watch how his younger siblings played badminton against each other.

The night went nicely after that, you guys played with the Nintendo and even Sanemi tried sword fighting against Genya. It was maybe the most intense thing you had ever seen, as neither one wanted to give up or lose. The kids and you tried to play also and it was honestly fun.

You didn't notice time pass until it was already dark outside and it was time for you and Genya to return to the apartment that you shared with Genya and Lady the fair cat.

"Please come back soon big sis! You're so nice to us!" Genya's younger siblings cried out as they came to hug you one last time before you could leave.

"Oi, you make it sound like I'm awful!" Sanemi snapped and the kids just laughed. The silver-haired man grumbled, "You better not expect games and such every time Genya and his girlfriend come and visit us!"

"We won't!" The kids cheered and hugged Genya before you and your boyfriend left. As you were walking you started talking.

"I really liked your family Genya." You said honestly, "They were all really nice to me. I'm not used to it."

"They loved you also." The young man nodded and you smiled, but before you could say anything you noticed that it started to snow. It looked magical, the darkness around you being broken by streetlights and snowflakes shining around you as they gently fell from the sky.

"What a good way to end a day." Genya hummed thoughtfully and you blushed a little, "Yeah." You admitted as you gently grabbed Genya's hand to catch his attention.

Once he turned to look at you, you leaned upwards and kissed him. His eyes widened in shock, but slowly he closed them as he leaned more toward you, enjoying the kiss to its fullest.

When you pulled away, you were both smiling and blushing, but you could both tell that the blush wasn't purely because it was cold out there.

"Merry Christmas Genya." You wished and he smiled as the two of you continued walking hand in hand.

"Merry Christmas."

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[gingerteaonthetardis]

Wait have u seen what happens later?! Is it good?

yeah, i did see it, i saw it in theaters yesterday! i went with my mum and we had such a good time!

as for if it's good or not... oh boy. let me start with the disclaimer that i am the judgemental bitch of the universe, i can't turn it off, i am insufferable and i know this. also, i was squinting the whole time because i need new glasses. embarrassing.

SO. there are absolutely good things about it, i would say. there are several scenes that will be sticking like fucking glue in my brain for the indefinite future. the premise is hella cute and the acting was good overall (in my extremely uneducated opinion)... both meg ryan and david duchovny are so ruthlessly endearing it makes me want to actually scream, and together they cooked up a few really magical moments.

when dd's character got tears in his eyes talking about his daughter, i wanted to throw up. never let that man cry in front of me again, i can't take it!!!!!! and any time they spent laughing together was, like, electric to me. meg ryan has such a warmth to her that hasn't faded in her time away from filmmaking, and seeing her again just filled me with good happy feelings. (also, some parts of it gave me the good old au brain itch, which is always a sign i'm invested.)

however, i will also say that the movie is rather long and does occasionally feel long. mostly because the writing isn't, like, spectacular. not bad, just not quite as glittering as i would want for a film with only two actors in it. i don't want to get into the writing too much, because then i will start going on forever, because like i said, i'm insufferable.

also. okay. this is probably such an annoying nitpick, but damn this movie reused a lot of b-roll. like, they recycled this one establishing shot (which reminded me of the shot of the arctic base in the x-files episode 'ice', by the way) what felt like fifteen times. which is a bummer, because they kind of used exterior shots like paragraph breaks. since, you know, there were no other characters to fall back on. that sometimes made the pacing feel weird. it did add to the kind of liminal, claustrophobic vibe of being stuck in an airport with your ex, though.

i read an interview with them about how they didn't have time or budget for doing loads of takes or reshoots, and i think that constraint was both a blessing and a curse. they got a lot of really good, organic moments that felt very alive that way! but there were also moments that didn't quite hit, moments that should have had more time in the editing bay or time to be worked out on set. i also seriously wish someone had punched up the writing a tiny bit more.

on the whole, i would say that it's pretty good. if you go in with hallmark movie expectations, you are sufficiently parasocially attached to the actors, or you just love romcoms, you will probably have an excellent time. if you want to see david duchovny hit a blunt and then choke, like me, you will have an especially excellent time. the characters were flawed and occasionally frustratingly out of touch (on purpose?? i don't know, i am simply too young and silly 😌), but they also had moments of depth and warmth and sincerity.

i liked it, in spite of my rabid need to critique everything on god's green earth. i will probably watch it again not on the big screen and see if i prefer it that way (i suspect i will).

also did i mention they get drunk and flirty. because they get drunk and flirty and it's soooooo damn cute.

#HI WOW SORRY FOR THE ESSAY #i am constitutionally incapable of not overthinking unfortunately :( #abbey.txt #markwatneyandenesemble