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hyunniesgirl · 4 months

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Tease

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Summary: tired of months of teasing, Changbin just wants to have you and he's going to do anything to make you his.

Or, the one where you were kink shamed and can't trust sexual partners anymore, until Changbin shows up and sweeps you off your feet.

Words count: 4,281

Warnings: dom!Changbin, sub!reader, throat fucking, slaps(?), degradation, oral(f & m receiving), spit, use of pet names(bunny, baby), reader is called names(whore), unprotected sex(use protection irl), let me know if I forgot something

A/N: as usual let me say that I can't write smut to save my life, but I got this idea a few weeks ago and left it in my drafts, then I received this ask and I thought it fits so yeah that's it

This content is 18+, minors do NOT interact

The first time you had sex, was weird. You thought that maybe it was always like that, maybe you really wouldn't feel much pleasure on your first time.

Then, your second and third time came and you noticed you didn't feel the same way your friends told you they felt during sex. Even though you were attracted and even loved the people you slept with, you just didn't come, you didn't enjoy having sex.

That was, until a guy you dated slapped you, while trying to change positions. Although it was unintentional, that was the first time you ever moaned for real while having sex with another person. You two stopped for a moment, him trying to process what just happened and you coming to a realization: maybe, you were just going about sex the wrong way, maybe you didn't explore your options enough.

You began researching, reading about kinks and whatnot. You asked your boyfriend for help, you wanted to try new things and after that, sex was finally good. You finally understood what your friends were talking about when they told you about their sex lives.

However, that didn't last for long. Your boyfriend was not as nice of a guy as you thought. You found out he actually shared every bit of your kinks with his friends, calling you weird and saying he just went along with it because you were attractive enough.

He left his phone unlocked while going to the bathroom and you saw a text of his friends, making fun of you and the things you like.

It's an understatement to say you were left traumatized after that relationship. You know there's absolutely nothing wrong with what you like in bed, but to trust someone again was too hard.

You were so afraid of going through the same thing again so you just stopped dating altogether.

With that being said, you didn't stop teasing. That is the only thing you can have while still not sleeping with men, so you enjoy making them suffer. Leave them hard and hanging, that's your thrill.

They would all give up in a bit, a few weeks of teasing, without actually sleeping with them was enough for them to be done with you.

Until you met him.

You knew you wanted Changbin since the first time you laid eyes on him. He's just so attractive you think you could cum just by looking at him flexing his muscles. He's big, so big he could probably break you in half if you let him.

You don't know what is it about him. You felt attracted to other guys like him before, gym bros are not usually your type but some catch your eye once in a while. However, Changbin has something more, he's not just hot. He's funny, a great dancer and he's just so sure about his masculinity that he doesn't see it necessary to keep reiterating it all the time like other guys do.

You still decided not to sleep with him, you are part of the same friend group, so he knows everyone you do. You really don't think he's the type to brag about his feats in bed but if he ever ended up being like your ex boyfriend, you would never be able to look at your friends again.

You are not ashamed of your preferences, but at the same time it's just something so intimate you wish only you and your partner would know about it.

You thought he would give up like the others, maybe in a month he would get over it and stop trying to win you over. But you were wrong, it's been months already and you're stuck in this cat and mouse situation with no sign of him letting go.

It all started when you met the boys for the first time. Your best friend, Ryunjin, talked all the time about these guys she met at a party, how they became super close and that you'd love them.

It was Ryunjin’s birthday, so you met them at a restaurant. Your eyes scanned through all of the boys when you arrived, they were all too good looking, is it even possible for a whole friend group of seven people to all be so damn attractive?

“Wait, seven? Didn't Ryunjin say they were eight?”

You felt a hand slightly touching your back, turning around to find kind eyes staring right back at you.

“Are you going to sit, miss?” He asked.

“Y-yes”, you stuttered, trying to compose yourself.

“Why were you so late?” Ryunjin asked, you're not sure if she's speaking to you or the guy.

“Traffic was insane”, you two answered together, snapping your heads to look at each other, smiling playfully.

“I'm Changbin, by the way”, he said, pointing at the empty seat and pulling the chair for you to sit.

“I'm y/n”, you answered shyly, seeing him sitting by your side even though there were plenty of seats available closer to his friends.

As you drank a bit through the night, you caught his lingering eyes on you too many times and you're sure he caught you eyeing him up too. He made jokes, throwing his arms to the back of your chair and coming closer to you.

The amount of times you just wanted to tell him to take you home was actually crazy, no man ever made you feel that way. The warmth you felt when he got close to you was something hard to explain, you felt all your insides turning around and your pussy was throbbing just by feeling his breath hitting on your skin when he turned in your direction to speak to you.

You were able to escape that night, forcing yourself to say goodbye and walk away with all the willpower you had in you.

Things didn't stop there, though. It became usual for you to hangout with the guys. They are always so nice and cheerful, it's great being around them.

Changbin is always close to you, making jokes so he can see your beautiful smile, taking the opportunity to touch you at every chance he gets. Sometimes he'll put his hand on your lower back while walking with you, other times he'll touch your arms while talking. If you are eating together, he'll nonchalantly lick his finger and press it to the corner of your mouth to clean the mess you made on your face, like that's not the hottest shit a man can do.

He's just always there, the first one to hug you when you arrive, the one who walks you to your car or uber when the night is over. His clothes are the ones you sleep in when they invite you to a sleepover and to say you don't have wet dreams all the time, while sleeping embraced by his scent, it would be a lie.

"Why don't you just fuck him?" Ryunjin asks, while you eye fuck Changbin from the other side of the room. You're in a corner of his living room, there's music playing in the background while everyone is waiting for the food you all ordered. He's looking so good with a black tight t-shirt that outlines all his muscles and baggy sweats that do little to hide his nice ass. You're probably drooling at this point.

“You know why”, you tell her, Ryunjin knows all about your bad experiences.

“You've known him for months now, it's obvious he's not like that prick of your ex”, she says and you nod, you do know it.

“It's just hard”, you sigh. Trusting someone again over something so delicate to you is difficult.

“Yeah, I get it”, she smiles sympathetically to you. “But you know he'll reach his limit at some point, right?”

“I don't know what you're talking about”, you say, looking at her with doe eyes and an angelic smile.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about”, Ryunjin rolls her eyes, “you've been playing this teasing game for a while and he'll get sick of it at some point”

It's true that you've been enjoying yourself since you noticed his interest in you and you did what you do best, tease.

You touch him all the time, while his touches are subtle and shy, you're much more obvious about it. You play with his hair when you're sitting close to each other, a leg over his. He's so respectful, his hands never go above your knees. You shamelessly touch his biceps, squeezing them while biting on your lips, oh how you wish this man would put you in a headlock with said biceps.

Every time you touch him, he gets horny, it's a spontaneous reaction that only you could cause. It never happened to him before, he dreams about the dirty things he could do to you. You're so fragile, so beautiful, he wants to ruin you, break you so no one would ever want you, then you'd be his forever.

While you're indeed afraid he'll get sick of your antics, Changbin is sure he'll never give up. He wanted you since the first moment your eyes locked with his and he'll make you his, no matter how long it takes.

"Wait", you say too loudly as soon as WAP starts playing, "THAT'S MY JAM", you grab Ryunjin's hand, making her stand up to dance with you.

You sing along, watching some of the boys coming up to you two, dancing around and laughing at your excitement.

Turning around, you look at the kitchen, seeing Changbin leaning against the counter, watching you. He would usually join the dance, but not tonight, his eyes are fixated on you, making you feel like you two are the only people in the room.

He has only a beer in his hand, a smirk on his lips and dirty thoughts in his mind. He decides that tonight you're going to pay for all the times you left him hard just for the fun of it.

You have no idea what's in store for you, so you keep teasing him, sliding your hands down your body, rolling your hips, staring shamelessly at Changbin.

You look around for a bit, making sure no one’s looking at your little scene. It's crazy how this song just makes you feel — horny and needy for someone that will really put you in your place. You sigh, looking back at Changbin, he's still watching you, a frown on his face now. He's muttering something you obviously can't hear because of the distance but his eyes are dark like you have never seen before.

The music ends leaving you satisfied with the results. Changbin is still staring at you, or better, eyefucking you.

The food you ordered doesn't take too long to arrive, so you sit happily at the table with everyone, talking like you didn't just make him get as hard as a rock just from your dancing. He feels like he's losing his mind, you're too much for him already and he didn't even fuck you yet.

You go to the bathroom before going home, you're kinda sleepy already so you want to wash your face so you won't fall asleep in the uber.

After throwing some water on your face, you stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You're such a coward, you wish you had the courage to make a move on Changbin for real.

Sighing, you get yourself together, opening the door ready to go home and forget this whole night. You didn't expect to bump into the man you so much desire right outside, leaning on the wall with his muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

You flinch at the look he gives you, the smile that grows on his lips is everything but friendly, so on instinct you take a step back.

“H-hey”, you say, trying to recompose yourself. “Do you want to use the bathroom?” You step outside, awkwardly, leaving room for him to go inside.

“I sent everyone home”, he takes a deep breath, walking towards you. “Now it's just you and me, I think it's time for us to talk”

“Aren't we already doing that?” You laugh, sheepishly, stepping back again only to bump in the wall.

Changbin tsks, putting his hands on your waist and pressing his body against yours.

“It's time for you to stop playing games, bunny”, he tells you, he's too close, his nose is almost touching yours. “You fucked around enough already”

You feel the air get stuck in your throat, what are you going to do now? Your mind can't think of a way to get out of this situation and you feel like if you reject him now, it's over. You don't want it to be over, you want him so badly it's crazy.

Changbin sees the opening he needs, you're considering his proposition.

“Let me make you feel good, hm? I've been wanting you for so long, let me have you”, he continues, trying to persuade you. “I promise you won't regret it”

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach, you want to let him do anything to you. The problem is the consequences later, but you decide to let the y/n of the future to handle that, you just want him to fuck you senseless right now.

You take a deep breath, nodding and in a split of a second his lips are on yours, hungrily attacking your poor mouth. He's being too harsh, you know he doesn't mean to hurt you and the way you can feel how much he wants this makes you more turned on.

He slides his hands from your waist to your hips, pulling you away from the wall so he can grab your ass. He squeezes it, groaning, it's so good to finally have you. Oh, the things he wants to do to you.

Changbin taps twice on your thighs, holding you tightly so you can wrap your legs around his hips. He carries you all the way to his room without disconnecting his mouth from yours, you're not sure how you didn't have to stop yet so you could breathe.

As soon as he gets closer to his bed, he bites your lower lip. He throws you on the bed, taking his shirt off. His body is so much better than you imagined, his chest looks like it was sculpted by an artist.

He climbs on the bed, leaning over you and brushing his nose on yours, softly caressing your cheek, taking your hair out of your face.

"Why did you take so long to let me have you, hm?" He leans more, kissing your collarbone and biting your shoulder, making you flinch.

"I was scared", you whisper, closing your eyes to the sensation of his lips on your skin.

"Did you think I would hurt you?" He asks, worriedly, hands coming instantly to cup your face.

"No, I know you wouldn't", you sigh, "I just had some really bad experiences with other people and was scared”

He's relieved he was not the one you were afraid of, but at the same time he's angry, he wants to know who's the asshole who made you feel bad about yourself.

"I won't do anything you don't want to, bunny", he gives a peck on your lips, "let's go slowly, hm? I'll do a bit of everything and you can tell me if I should go further or slow down, alright?"

You nod, feeling one of his hands sliding slowly from your face to your scalp, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling it slightly.

"Should I keep going?" He asks in a whisper, already knowing your answer by the way your lips parted and your cheeks reddened.

"Yes, please", you plead, looking him in the eyes and seeing a smirk grow on his lips.

“Tell me, bunny, do you want me to be rough? Or do you want me to be soft?”

You stare at him for a bit, he's looking at you so intently, waiting for your answer. You never thought someone would ask you this question, ask how they could make you feel good.

“Rough”, you blush, avoiding his gaze. He grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks harshly.

"That's good”, he gives a peck on your pouting lips, “because you deserve a punishment for all the times I had to jerk off by myself thinking of you", he points out, pulling your hair harder and making you moan, leaving your neck exposed. He takes the opportunity, leaning closer and licking the bare skin, sucking and biting it hard. After making sure he marked you, Changbin sits.

"Undress", he tells you while he watches you, sitting comfortably on the bed. When you don't move, he scoffs. "Or should I rip your clothes apart? I don't mind", he smirks and you look down to your expensive new dress, you actually would like him to rip your clothes, but not this one.

So you shake your head, taking off your dress. You try covering yourself a bit, feeling too exposed. You're wearing only your panties since you didn't need a bra for that dress.

"You look so beautiful bare and ready for me", he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

"Sit here, bunny", he says, tapping the place by his side. "Tell me, how do you think I should punish you?"

"I- I don't know"

He frowns, smiling slightly.

"Are you sure?"

"Whatever you want", you say, feeling the warmth grow in your cheeks. "You can do anything you want."

Changbin sucks in the air between his teeth, a big smile on his face.

"I like the sound of that", he chuckles, lifting his hand to your face and squeezing it, "now before we can finally start, tell me if there's anything you don't want tonight"

You take a deep breath, looking deep into his eyes.

"There's nothing, I'll tell you if I feel uncomfortable", you say confidently.

"Hm, I like it. You're so good for me, baby", he stands up, taking off his sweats and underwear, sitting back with his legs open. He's so hard and pretty, you even salivate looking at his cock.

"Get on your knees", he commands and you do just that, feeling the hardwood scratching your skin. "Come here and open your mouth for me okay? I want you to show me how sorry you are for making me wait for so long"

You nod, lifting your shaky hands to grab the base of his cock, you're not sure how much you'll be able to fit in your mouth but the simple thought of sucking him makes your excitement drip from your cunt. Changbin puts his hands on the bed, looking at you with a condescending smile, just waiting.

You lean closer, wrapping his cock with your mouth, making him groan. You lick his shaft all the way up to his leaking head, twirling with your tongue at the top.

“Fuck”, he says, bringing one of his hands to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you down. You feel the tears brimming in your eyes, your throat is burning with the assault. “Look at you, looking so pretty gagging on my cock”

You moan, feeling your core aching, your hand slides involuntarily to your clit trying to have some release. His cock hits the back of your throat once again, making the tears run through your cheeks, you try to catch your breath but he keeps fucking your mouth violently.

“Oh my”, he smiles, “are you touching yourself? Did I say you could do that?” He asks condescendingly, “I guess whores can't help themselves”

He releases your hair, finally letting you breathe.

“So you like the pain, right? I have so many things in store for you”, he gets closer.

You're too intoxicated, eyes glossy from the tears and lips swollen. Your mascara is smudged all over your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, taking your face into his hands once more, making you look at him, “do you want to keep going?”

You nod, frantically. “Yes, please”

He smiles satisfied, pushing you on the bed. Changbin kisses your feet, trailing softly over your legs, all the way up to your thighs. He leans over, biting the inside of your thigh, earning a whimper from you. Leaning over your pussy, he doesn't waste time, eagerly sucking on your clit and licking long stripes between your folds. Your hands automatically go to his head, pulling him closer to your core.

He inserts a finger inside you, looking up to see your beautiful face contorted in pleasure while he works with his fingers and tongue. You had forgotten how it felt to have a good fuck, how delicious the pain is. You're clenching around his fingers, so Changbin knows you're almost cumming, that's when he stops.

“What the hell?” You whine, trying to touch your clit with your hand so you can finish it yourself but he doesn't let you, grabbing your face harshly, squeezing your cheeks.

“You should take what I give you”, he says, “Open your mouth”, he commands, spitting inside, “now, swallow”

You feel all your insides turn around, you could cum just by the hold he has on you. Your pussy is throbbing so much it hurts, but it's so good.

“Binnie, please”, you whine, ready to beg for him to fuck you.

“Hm? Tell me what you want, bunny”

“Please fuck me, please, please”, you beg.

“If you ask this nicely I can't deny”, he smirks, climbing on top of you. He's huge, strong arms on each of your sides, trying not to put too much weight over you. He pulls you by your ankles, positioning himself in the middle of your legs.

You try grabbing his cock so you can put it in already, you're too desperate but he swings a slap on your ass, making you whimper to the pain, you were not expecting that.

“I told you to take what I give you, bunny”

He slides his cock up and down on your wet folds, feeling like he could die at any moment by feeling your warmth embracing his cock.

“Put it in, Binnie”, you plead again, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Fuck, babe, you're so fucking pretty”, he tells you while teasing, “but do you deserve it? You made a fool out of me all this months”

You feel your eyes brim with tears again, feeling the little bit of stimulation he's giving you by slightly touching the head of his cock to your clit.

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry”, you sob, “it wasn't just you. I went back home every time and fucked myself thinking about you”

“Shit”, he groans, sliding his cock inside you with no warning, you scream to the sudden intrusion in your sensitive cunt but it gets stuck in your throat while you sob. “Tell me everything you want me to do, yeah?”

He's thrusting violently into you, gripping your hips into place so he can have you exactly where he wants you to be.

“I want you to fucking break me”, you tell him, “choke me, bite me, do anything, I'm yours”

Changbin slams into you even harder listening to those words, he slides his hand up, wrapping it around your throat. He tightens the grip, cutting the air off.

“My beautiful princess wants me to fuck her senseless?” You feel your orgasm closer, the sensations you're feeling all over your body makes it feel like you're in a haze, completely lost in pleasure. The knot in your stomach grows so big, it feels like it explodes, making you shake and arch your back, feeling overwhelmed by all the pleasure.

Changbin keeps going hard, feeling you clench around him just makes him get closer to his own climax. He takes his hand out of your throat, holding your hips for support.

“Do it inside”, you whisper out of breath, feeling his cock twitching inside you. He cums a few moments later, feeling your pussy sucking all of him.

He collapses on top of you, supporting himself in his arms, not wanting to weigh on you but still wanting to stay inside of you. You help him by wrapping your arms around his waist and flipping you two, now you are the one on top of him and his cock is still buried inside you.

You lay on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, not sure what to say now. You're afraid he'll judge you, even though it looked like he enjoyed the same as you, your ex boyfriend seemed to like it too. What if this was just a one time thing for him? You're not sure if you'll be able to be with other people after this night.

As if he can hear your intrusive thoughts, Changbin wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Should I call you my girlfriend now or should we go on a date first?”

You snap your head over at him, wide eyes and a big smile on your lips.

“I think you'll have to do much more to be able to call me your girlfriend”, you smile playfully.

“Oh? My bunny is so greedy”, he gives a peck on your lips, “I can get used to that”

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cowboykento · 7 months

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Come on Barbie, Let's Go Party!

characters: nanami kento x fem!reader x gojo satoru (nanami x reader is the main pair/relationship.)

warnings: slight dub-con (everyone is a little drunk), alcohol consumption, threesome, face fucking, hair pulling, degradation (they call reader a slut (usually affectionately) a lot), dialogue heavy, other nicknames used (princess, angel, sweetheart, sweet thing, little girl, etc.), no protection used bc i didn’t even think about it (be safer than this irl!!!). let me know if i missed anything big here.

word count: 2.5k

minors and blank blogs dni or i'll block you :3

You were shocked Kento had agreed to go to Gojo’s halloween party, although it hadn’t been without effort on your part. You’d first mentioned the idea almost as soon as Gojo had asked you—an intentional move on his part, he knew the only way to get Nanami there was through you—but Kento had said no.

That didn’t dissuade you, however, and after showing him countless pictures of cute couple’s costumes that you knew the two of you could pull off incredibly well. It had been the Barbie and Ken costumes that had finally won him over in the end. Well, more truthfully it was the outfit you’d shown him for your Barbie costume that sealed the deal.

It wasn’t a conventional costume, or really even a costume at all by itself. You’d picked out a cute, two-piece pink dress, a white headband to match, and some frilly pink and white stockings. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Kento knew that you knew how to win him over, but that didn’t convince him enough not to finally agree.

Now that you guys were at the party, you could tell Nanami is restless to go home, and has been since you’d arrived. Nobody could deny that the two of you were the most attractive couple there, but Kento knows all eyes are really on you and your short skirt and pretty top that showed off the perfect amount of skin.

The more depraved part of Kento thinks he should have left marks along your throat and collarbone for everyone to see, and you probably would have let him, too. Instead, he’s forced to stand dormantly and do everything in his power not to pull you away from Satoru’s wolfish smile and charming words.

Truthfully, Kento isn’t having a bad time at all. In fact, he’s enjoying himself much more than he thought he would—only because he can shamelessly ogle you as you talk to everyone and could drink free booze, but he’s still having a good time nonetheless.

You’re plenty drunk yourself, anyone with a set of eyes could tell, but Nanami knows better than anyone. You’re being careless—more than you can afford to be with the skimpy little outfit you’d chosen. Part of him, the more jealous and unreasonable part of him thinks maybe you were doing it on purpose, just to rile him up, but he tries to quell those thoughts and blame it on the liquor.

What he refuses to blame on the alcohol, however, is the way Satoru looks at you. Sure, he’s guilty of exactly the same thing, but you’re his. You’re not Satoru’s, and Kento can feel his blood boiling with the way Gojo eyes you up like he doesn’t know fully well that you’re taken.

Eventually, Kento makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you smile brightly at him, thrilled to see him like you’d forgotten he had come with you.

“Ken!” you shout, smile nearly reaching your ears as you stand shakily on your tiptoes to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, angel,” he replies, voice much softer than yours but just as full of affection. “Are you having fun?”

You nod quickly, “Mhm! We were just about to play a game! You should play with us!”

Kento frowns—he’d been hoping you’d be just about ready to leave by now, but alas it seems like you’re having the time of your life.

“I don’t know, princess,” he starts hesitantly before suddenly a new weight has landed on his shoulders.

“C’mon Nanamin!” Gojo shouts, “It’ll be fun!”

Kento shrugs Gojo off, “Yeah, I’m not sure I want to be involved in anything you consider fun, Gojo.”

Before Gojo has a chance to be offended, you’re batting your eyelashes up at your boyfriend, “Aww, but Ken, what if I say it’ll be fun? Please?”

Nanami’s jaw clenches. You know as well as he does that he’ll never be able to deny you when you look up at him all pretty. He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs, trying to ignore your and Satoru’s anticipation as you wait for his reply.

“Fine, I’ll play.”

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About four rounds of shots and a game that’s devolved into something unrecognizable and Kento’s never wished he had more willpower to tell you no than he does now.

You’re sitting pretty on Kento’s lap, have been since he agreed to play, and he’d be lying if he said he isn’t turned on right now. Your skirt, which was already so short you had to be careful how you moved, had ridden up just enough that the only thing keeping everyone else at the party from seeing your panties was Kento’s hand placed on your thighs. Unfortunately for him, that also means he can feel every time you rub your thighs together when he would whisper something into your ear. He isn’t even trying to get you worked up, but it was working nonetheless, and he knows it.

“You wanna feel good, sweetheart?” Kento whispers, fingers dancing along the hem of your skirt.

You turn in towards Nanami more, trying to hide yourself from everyone else as you clench your thighs together in a desperate attempt to feel any relief between your legs. At this point, the only people left at the party are Satoru, Suguru, Shoku, and Haibara, and they’ve all turned into their own conversations, ignoring you and Nanami.

You look up at him, your eyes wide and a bit watery—Kento isn’t sure how he let you get this drunk, but he’s far from sober himself at this point and doesn’t have the mind to think about anything other than making you feel good. You nod desperately, hanging on to the front of his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth.

His fingers reach farther up your thighs as he kisses along your neck. It takes the little shreds of dignity and control you have left in you not to moan out. His thick, demanding fingers reach your panties, his thumb ghosting over your throbbing clit.

“Kento,” you groan into his ear, “need you so bad, need to feel good, please.”

“I know princess, I know. But you gotta keep quiet for me, yeah? Don’t want all of our friends to hear you being a little slut at Satoru’s party, do you?”

You shake your head as Kento continues thumbing at your soaked-through panties, making your head spin with pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, sweet thing. You’ve got no shame, do you, princess? That’s okay, I’ll take care of you even if you’re a slut.”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips, and instantly Kento’s actions halt.

“Be good,” he pinches your thigh, warning you. “If you make another sound, I’ll have to stop. Understand?”

“Mhm, I’ll be good, promise.”

Kento kisses your temple, as he continues circling your clit, “That’s my girl.”

You can’t help but grind down into the little bit of pressure Kento’s providing, so desperate for your release and mind so foggy from lust and alcohol.

“So close, Ken, ‘m so close,” you whimper as quietly as possible.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he replies huskily, slipping a thick finger into your wet heat. “Cum for me, baby.”

Your orgasm shakes your body, jolts of electricity pulsing throughout you as you bite down on your lip to hold back the moan that tries to rip through you.

You’re panting as Kento puts your panties back into place and presses a kiss to your shaking lips.

“You finally ready to leave, princess?”

“You better be,” Satoru’s voice interrupts. “Been waiting for the two of you to be done so I can start cleaning up. Thought Nanamin would have a little more decency, but I guess even he can’t help himself around a pretty thing like you.”

Neither you nor Kento had noticed that everyone else had filtered out of Satoru’s apartment, but now instead of pleasure you feel a hot flash of embarrassment rush through your body.

“Are you jealous, Satoru?” Nanami’s voice cuts through the awkwardness shockingly. You turn to him, eyes wide and misunderstanding his boldness.

Satoru takes a step toward the two of you, gently grabbing your chin to force your gaze to fall on him, rather than Kento.

“Mmm, I just might be. She’s real pretty like this, isn’t she?” Satoru teases, looking over your head and at Nanami like you’re not even there.

“Of course,” Nanami replies, something in his voice challenging Satoru. He grabs a fistful of your hair, not too roughly but enough to force tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as he turns you back towards him. “What do you think, princess? I think Satoru wants me to share you. My sweet little girl. Don’t know if he’s worth sharing you with.”

Nanami’s expression is hard to read, especially with the traces of alcohol still in your body, but it’s not hard to feel the swell of his dick underneath you, stretching against the fabric of his pants.

“Do you wanna give Satoru a turn with you, baby?”

Your eyes are wide and wet, and Nanami’s grip pulling at your roots is only making thinking straight that much more difficult. Still, you whisper out a shy, “Y- yeah.”

He pulls your head back to kiss your neck harshly, sucking a dark bruise into the skin.

“Knew you were a little slut. Good thing you’re so pretty and perfect,” he speaks into your neck. “I’ll let Satoru have a turn with you, but remember who you belong to, princess.”

He presses another kiss to your lips before releasing his hold on you and letting Satoru pull you back towards him.

“He’s right, you really are a slutty little girl, letting him finger fuck you right here on my couch at my party,” Gojo teases, pulling you off Nanami’s lap and onto his. “How sweet of Nanami to warm up your little pussy for me.”

You moan loudly at his words as he flips your skirt up, fully revealing the pretty pink panties you’d picked out just to match your costume.

“Oh, you’re such a doll. All dressed up just for my party? Almost like you knew we’d slut you out right here. Or maybe that’s what you wanted this whole time? What do you think, Nanamin?”

Nanami has since pulled his dick out of the confines of his costume pants, fisting it slowly to the sight of you hovering over Gojo, “Seems just about right to me. Is that what you wanted, princess? For me to share you? To get your slutty little pussy fucked right in front of everyone? Could’ve just asked, sweetheart, didn’t have to be a tease.”

“Please,” you whimper to Gojo as he unzips his own pants, pulling your panties to the side and lining himself up with your quivering cunt. “Please, want it so bad.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, “You’ve taught her well, Nanami. She begs so pretty for me.” He turns his attention back toward you, hitting his dick against your sensitive clit a few times before pushing into your tight heat.

Both you and Satoru moan loudly as he enters you. He doesn’t take any time at all before bucking his hips up into you fiercely, and you hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back as Satoru pounds into your cunt.

“Shit,” he moans, “Fuck, this pussy is so fucking good.”

You hear Kento moan from where he sits, and the thought of him watching you get fucked by Satoru is only turning you on more. You want to put on a show for him, to make him so jealous he comes and steals you away from Satoru and takes his turn fucking you.

Instead, Kento stands and grabs a fistful of your hair once again, pulling your head back to look up at him. Your body is alight as Nanami tells you to open your mouth before he spits directly onto your tongue, staking his claim to you as you swallow.

“Turn her around, Satoru,” he commands, “I’m gonna fuck her slutty little throat.”

Satoru is quick to oblige, the thought of you taking both of their dicks turning everyone on even more. He takes no time in returning to his brutal pace, fucking up into your pussy and chasing his own orgasm desperately.

“Open wide for me, sweetheart,” Nanami tells you, pressing the tip of his dick against your lips before you comply, taking as much of his length in as you can manage. You hold onto Nanami for balance, Satoru’s thrusts pushing you to take even more of Kento’s dick in your mouth, forcing tears to fall down your cheeks.

Kento groans loudly, his grip on your hair firm as he fucks himself into your tight throat. His pace isn’t quite as fierce as Satoru’s but it’s overwhelming nonetheless.

“Fuck, princess, tight little pussy’s sucking me right in. I’m so close, want me to fill you up nice and good?” Satoru pants.

“You better fucking not,” Nanami replies sharply, his hand squeezes your hair even tighter and you yelp. “That pussy doesn’t take anyone’s cum except mine.”

Satoru moans even louder at that, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his orgasm. You’re close too, the coil in your tummy tightening so much that you think a wayward gust of air on your clit would send you hurtling into bliss.

You look up at Kento with tears in your eyes, his big thumb brushing them away as they fall down your cheeks.

“Are you close, angel?” He coos sweetly. “Look so gorgeous like this, letting both of us stuff you full. Cum for me, sweetheart, go ahead.”

It only takes two more thrusts from Satoru to finally send you over the edge, your vision whiting out as you cream around Satoru’s dick. You gargle around Nanami’s cock as you cum, the vibrations only getting him that much closer.

Satoru pulls out shortly after you finish, and you only have a second to be confused before you feel his hot seed shoot all over your back, his voice pitching as he lets out a loud, whiny moan.

Kento continues fucking your throat, his pace picking up as he chases his climax, “So perfect for me, sweetheart. Fuck, gonna swallow everything I have to give you, won’t you?”

You do your best to nod, and that’s all it takes for Nanami to shoot hot ropes of cum down your throat, groaning loudly and pulling your hair, forcing you to take him all the way to the base.

When the last of him is spent, Nanami pulls out of your throat tiredly and flops onto the couch next to you and Satoru. None of you can remember a time in your life you’d cum that hard before, the overwhelming pleasure enough to wake you mostly out of your drunkenness.

You curl into Nanami, your breath still ragged and your bones reduced to nothingness. Nanami rubs a hand along your back as he catches his own breath, and Satoru gets up to fetch water and a washcloth.

You tilt your head up to look at Kento with glassy, worn out eyes and a tired smile, “And you said you didn’t even wanna come to this ‘stupid party.’”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t. You’re lucky you’re irresistible, you little minx. Made this night interesting for all of us.”

i literally wrote this at work i don't even know what came over me. did not plan this or even think about it before words started pouring out of me. didn't even plan on including nanami hair pulling but what is a girl to do after the new episode ??? n e ways hope you all enjoyed as much as i do :3

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i see u pleading for an andrew request so IM GONNA DELIVER 😼 what if. academic to lovers college au where y/n and andrew get assigned to a group project or smth (ion get how college works YET) and it’s actually really fluffy?? like maybe slightly yandere andrew where’s he’s a lil possessive but nothing too toxic that would scare a girl away irl.,.. okay that’s my idea good luck 🤧

Yandere! Andrew Graves x Reader (College AU)

Wordcount: 1,500+ words

Andrew and you had the same history class and your professor paired the two of you up to research about WWI and create a presentation for class. You couldn’t use the internet for research, so you had to resort to digging around the city's library.

Andrew was a bit annoyed at first for this project. He preferred working alone, it made it so others wouldn’t get in his way while working and so he could have all his work credited for.

Andrew quickly grew to respect you when you actually took the project serious instead of placing the work on him because he was smart, or just goofing off and not contributing. He respected that you could work efficiently at a decent-pace, but also you could have fun too. You could crack harmless jokes, and you could make something as boring as studying entertaining and fun while still taking your deadline and work seriously.

Andrew quickly breaks out of his shell with you. You just have some sort of aura that draws him to you, he can't help but laugh at your jokes or guide you through the books with him.

By the end of the first study session, Andrew leaves feeling happy to spend his time researching with you, and a bit sad that he has to wait until tomorrow to see you again.

The next day, you both go back to the library to research some more material for your project. You gather up what books you want to dissect today, sitting down at a table with Andrew to study, but he seems a bit distracted now.

Andrew's eyes drift from the pages to you repeatedly, he couldn't read a full page without looking at you twice, which made your work less efficient.

"Are you okay?" you finally questioned. Andrew seemed surprised that you caught him, his green eyes flickering in surprise, before he cleared his throat. "Um... yeah. I'm just thirsty." He lied. "Hey, do you want a drink? There's a coffee shop not too far from the here. We can continue studying there?" he suggested. "Sure." You smiled, seeing no harm in it.

Andrew looked relieved that you accepted his proposal. You both gathered your materials and books, walking together to the library. Andrew stayed walking on the side of the road, a silent act of chivalry that you probably wouldn't have noticed if you weren't observing him to see if he was alright.

When you got to the coffee shop and ordered your drinks, Andrew sat next to you in the same booth, your shoulders as he claimed it would be easier to point out what one another is talking about and to hear each other better in this crowded place.

Even though you both had gotten your drinks, Andrew's mind was still somewhere else. He was too busy staring at you, thinking of how pretty you looked with how your hair was done, or how your eyes looked in this coffee shop's lighting, or how you bit your lip slightly when you started to daydream while reading about the boring events going on for your project.

By the end of your second day together, you both had to leave the coffee shop because of how late it got. Andrew was disappointed he had to leave you, but he knew he'd see you tomorrow.

On day three, Andrew woke up early and stopped at the library to check out some books for today's study session. He dropped them off at his apartment, cleaning up his apartment some before walking to class. He sees you and sits next to you during the lecture, making small talk with you before class started.

Andrew and you goofed off a bit during class, but were still pretty productive helping each other out and not being too distracting to your other peers, so your professor allowed you two to stay seated together.

When class was over, Andrew mentioned how he picked up books earlier this morning during a grocery run since the library was just around the corner from him (liar). He said the books were at his apartment and that you both can study at his place.

You agreed. It'd be easier to study someplace where you wouldn't get kicked out for staying too long or for being too loud, and it's also helpful for if you get thirsty or hungry. You and Andrew walked to his apartment together as he walked on the side traffic was.

Andrew almost wrapped his arm around your waist, but felt that it would be too intimate for now (he didn't want to scare you after all!) He instead placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side.

When you questioned what he was doing, Andrew leaned down into your ear and spoke: "it's loud out here with the traffic and all, this just makes it easier to hear you."

You ignored it, following him back to his apartment. He unlocked the door and allowed you to step inside, before closing it behind you and locking it. Andrew took you to his bedroom, saying the books were in there.

The books were on his bed as Andrew sat down on it, looking up at you, as if telling you to join him in bed. You did, sitting down next to him and picking up a book to start analyzing. Andrew had a bit of a hard time focusing with you in his room, on his bed, alone with his company. He was able to manage, reading and going over the topics with you.

Andrew played soft jazz music in the background, claiming that the music was around the same time period as the project, so perhaps it'd get them in the mood to keep studying or maybe the lyrics could have something mentioning the project. Either way, the music and all this reading was starting to make you sleepy.

Andrew noticed how your eyes drooped, and how your head started to bounce up and down as you tried to keep yourself away. He hid his smile by hiding his face with his book. Before you could try leaving, you fell asleep on his bed next to him. Andrew noticed, and after a few minutes of making sure you were completely asleep, he placed both of your books down on his dresser, writing today's research papers for the two of you since you were asleep.

Andrew curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he admired your sleeping figure. He kept the jazz music playing in the background, just in case you woke up from him turning it off and so it looked like he fell asleep too when you would eventually wake up.

When you woke up, you were fairly confused and flustered that you had fallen asleep in Andrew's room, and even more flustered once you realized you not only fell asleep in his bed, but his arms too. Andrew stirred awake when you tried to move out of his grasp, realizing you woke up. He apologized (fake, of course) and said that when he sleeps he usually hugs a pillow, so he must've thought you were his pillow when he fell asleep.

It was a reasonable answer, so you accepted the apology and moved on, getting ready for class. In the next few days, you and Andrew were able to finish your project and presentation together, getting a perfect score with each other's help.

Andrew was disappointed that you two couldn't work together on the project together, so he proposed that you two become study buddies and help each other study. You accepted, making Andrew happy that he still got to see you and hang out with you after school alone.

When Andrew left to go back to his parent's apartment, he made sure to call you about the situation at home, the contaminated water and the quarantine and all. He called you everyday, for hours at a time as you both fell asleep on the phone lines.

When Andrew's calls faded all of a sudden, you were pretty concerned for him. He still wasn't in class, and he hadn't called you in almost a week despite your phone calls every day.

It wasn't until you got a knock on your apartment that you saw him. When you opened the door, Andrew rushed in and immediately picked you up, spinning you around in the air as he smiled.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled brightly, his hands on your hips as he spun you in the air happily. "Andrew!" you gasped, a smile making way on your face as you couldn't help but laugh as his actions. "Where have you been? Why haven't you been calling me?" you questioned, your face turning in confusion when you caught the whiff of something metallic on his clothing. "That doesn't matter." He smiled, setting you down on the ground as he looked at you adoringly. You noticed something on his cheek and used your thumb to wipe it off. It was a small blotch of red. Strange... "That doesn't matter anymore. She tried to keep us apart, but I wouldn't let that happen." He spoke, his eyes half-lidded as he stared into your pretty ones. "Nothing matters anymore. I'm here with you now."

Thank you for the request! I'm a huge simp for Andrew (especially yandere) so I had such fun writing this!

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#9 - Need help? (Im)possibly fate

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Warnings: SMUT!!!!! ; fingering, hickeys, praises, kisses, groping + its not proofread

A/n: fyi if you were not aware that this series will contain smut ITS ALWAYS BEEN IN MY IMP FATE INFO!!! Also tysm everyone who r supporting me rn w my 500 special but i’m sadly very bust with asks and other stuff irl so i cannot answer my asks atm!! Apologies mlvs<3

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It had been a good while after getting the amazing idea to collab with Jungwon. Before you even knew it you were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, watching through the glass wall as Jungwon was recording some lines. You were going over your own lines and warming up your voice until you heard Jungwon come out of the room. “Your turn!” He patted your head softly. “Mmhm.. but after i’m done with my lines we have to record the part where we sing at the same time” You got up fixing your skirt and reminding him.

“Oh yeah… i’m gonna go get some coffee, do you want some??” You nodded and mumbled a quiet thank you before closing the door.

“Y/n you have to record some adlibs too… are you okay with changing the ‘aa yeah’ with something else?” Your producer and mixer was talking to you..

“What would i change it to?”

“I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird, but i was thinking that you could add some more extra suggestive elements into your voice. I was thinking that the background could be more sexy yk..?”

“Sexy?? Like how?”

“Instead of ‘aa yeah” you would kind of moan it instead of singing it with a melody”

“Oh okay…”

“Let’s compare… sing now”

to be honest.. you were kind of uncomfortable moaning into a microphone in front of your producer.

“Okay that was alright… you get the point but now you know what kind of style i want for the song so when your alone you can record these easier when your comfortable”

“Okay..”

You recorded some parts and after 30 minutes the producer left and you decided to keep recording alone to improve some lines. Just as you were recording your adlibs Jungwon came back, holding two ice lattes in his hands.

“Oh am i… interrupting something?” He laughed after hearing you literally moan.

“Oh no!! Umh haha the producer told me to record some of these adlibs like that..”

“I see.. i can leave i’m sorry”

“No it’s okay you can be here”

“Can i help with recording? I can go set the record button and help you choose the parts, that way you won’t take so long”

“S-sure thanks”

The fuck were you supposed to do now..? Record a fucking moan and make him choose from them?! Shit fuvk no.

“Just.. pick up where you left off! Let me know when to press record!”

You nodded and got ready already feeling embarrassed.

“Alright ready”

‘Got me- got me in a tight grip~ ah yeah”

You saw from the corner of your eye as Jungwons face got redder and eyes got wider.. he turned to you and you took off your headphones. “I-Is this weird..?” You asked him letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “No, But are you feeling a little uncomfortable ? You seem tense”

He tilted his head a little and smirked. “Well… umh. I guess it’s just a bit weird..”

“Why?”

He was grinning from ear to ear now.. you wanted to hit him on his shoulder so bad. That teasing son of a bitch. “I just feel weird trying to moan in front of.. someone..” you said quietly keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you avoiding his intense eye contact. “Need help?” His smirk was growing judging by his voice tone. You instantly snapped your head towards him in shock. “W-what?” You felt your ears turn red and you laughed nervously. “Need my help?”

Bold. Wow.

“W-what do you mean?”

He got up from his chair and came into the recording booth. As soon as his tall figure entered the room you felt like an ant next to him. He was stepping towards you, keeping his eyes on you staring down at you and smirking. “I know you understand” he was really close to you now. “I’m not sure i do…” you gulped nervously. “Oh I’m sure you do.” He pinned you against the wall.

You two kept intense eye contact for almost 10 seconds before his eyes traveled to stare at your lips and soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

Holy fuck…

His lips were practically devouring yours and his hands rested on your jawline, pulling your face closer to his. He tasted sweet and a little like ice latte (i wonder why).

“I assume that was a yes..?” He smirked against your already swollen lips before lowering his lips down your jawline. “Y-yeah…” your breathy voice was shaking as you felt him nibble at the skin on your neck making your stomach tingle. He left a trail of kisses on your neck before he stood up straight again and his hands groped your boobs roughly. You let out a moan from the sudden sensation which made him glance down at you and smirk. “Thats it, just like that” his hands ran down from your chest to your upper thighs leaving you uncomfortably wet and needy. “What do you want?” He looked deep into your eyes. Such a tease. “I.. want you to touch me” feeling a little embarrassed by your own words you avoided his intense gaze. “What was that sweetie?” SWEETIE?!

“I wa-want you to touch… me” you said a little louder now. “Where exactly?” His face was inching closer to yours again with his signature smirk still stuck on it. His hands we’re travelling slowly towards your core, playing with the hem of your skirt as he lifted your face towards his by your chin making you gulp nervously. Soon his slender index finger pressed against your dampened panties right on top of your sensitive clit, making you let out a high pitched whimper. “here?” He tilted his head with a grin. “Y-ye-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down adoring the way your face scrunched up when he hit a sweet spot. “Look so cute for me” he gave you a peck on your cheek and lifted your other leg up to rest on his arm pushing two digits in. “a-angh…” breathy moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept making small hickeys on your neck and chest. His fingers we’re speeding up each time he pumped them in and out. He curled his fingers upwards and his thumb rubbed against your clit, making your brows furrow and lips part a lot to let out the loudest moan. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his digits and your moans were faster and louder. “You cumming?” He picked up the pace and rubbed your clit faster and faster. “Y-yes jung-…won” you blabbered his name over and over again as you came down from your high slowly. When you came back to your full senses you felt his lips all over your face, softly giving you french kisses everywhere. “So good for me… so so good for me” he grabbed both sides of your cheeks squeezing them as he cooed at you. “Gosh i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” he smiled and gave you one last passionate kiss.

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“See? I’m a professional producer”

He played the recording and you nudged at his arm annoyed. “No way were using that!” “Well see what the producers think” he grinned. “Shut up”

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seokjinsonlyone · 5 months

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most to least likely to want you to make the first move

tae: the thing about taehyung is that he's a coquettte like he 100% loves to be pursued like i swear this happened irl but it always feels like i'm making it up bc i can never find the post but i think in 2020 there was a time period of like a month or two and we missed him soooo bad and then one day he randomly popped up and was like yeah i be browsing through here but i ain't say nothing bc i liked seeing y'all say y'all miss me like 😐 so yeah he loves the thrill of it all he loves the thought of having you wrapped around his finger me thinks gonna tata mic in yo face until you have no choice but to conquer him

jk: we have him on record saying "if you want me, come get me" so there's that but also okay i know jk ain't super shy no more but at the same time social settings still aren't his forte like he still has trouble figuring out when to jump into conversations and you can definitely tell when he ain't got a single thought running through his brain so i feel like you initiating will take the pressure off also this man is literally a perfectionist and a procrastinator like i feel like he been done took so long to ask u out u not even interested no more gotta strike when the iron hot with this one skskkslks

joon: he loves people he loves making connections and he loves reciprocal energy so if he's feeling you and you reach out first i think he'd love that fr like someone bold not tiptoeing around him not afraid to express what they're feeling it's gon do it for him every time

suga: i bet yoon really doesn't mind either way like he's not afraid to go and get what he wants and he appreciates people with a similar mind set

jin: i don't think he's opposed to it it's just that he needs to have you figured out before there's any forward movement and then after he figures you out he needs to figure out how he feels about it and you if it's even worth progressing forward so if you were to interrupt that process by moving before he's ready it would confuse him and he'd be very hesitant bc he doesn't wanna just outright reject you but he doesn't wanna just go for it either LOL he just needs a lil time; if he already knew how he felt about you however you making the first move would be awesome it'd save him some time and energy

hobi: he wouldn't be mad at it right but i feel like he's more traditional with it like ugh i love him so much he's such a gentleman so i feel like he'd wanna do the whole asking out pick you up for your first date at your doorstep bouquet of flowers in tow like he doesn't mind you being bold so if u wanna be an obvious flirt or whatever do yo thang but i do think he wants to take the lead

jimin: don't get me wrong i know jimin likes to be liked he likes to know that you know he knows you like him 100% but i get the feeling he likes the allure of the chase even more like you coming on to him may intrigue him for a good time but if you really want him i get the feeling that you gotta play the long game like very much give and take tease play his game until he has no choice but to give into it

a/n: luh calm post sumn breezy sumn light sksskls crazy thing about this is i've had this idea and ranking in my drafts for like a year and then this morning i scrolled past and was like huh that makes sense and then my brain kicked into gear and told me why LOL sorry i'm slow as molasses but take this snack as apology and i maybe 👀 hopefully 🙏 may have something a little more substantial before the year ends <3

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okok im back with incel!kenma

whats even worse is if you really can’t tell if you’re a guy or a girl, the type of person that gives gender envy. if you have longer hair he just assumes your like him and can’t be bothered to cut it.

OKAY THIS THOUGHT JUST HIT ME MID TYPING! YOU’RE THE BITCH NERD!/LOSER!KURO CANT STOP TALKING ABOUT. THERES TWO MAYBE THREE WAYS HE CAN FIND OUT ITS YOU.

also ik this isn’t one of your hcs for kuro but nerd/loser!kuro x mean!goth!gf but maybe you’re not mean to him but everyone else, people even look at him the wrong way and you have them absolutely terrified. and during your face chats with him you never have your makeup or you daily clothes on. normally just bare faced and in something of kuros. surpising how he didn’t pick up kuros old nekoma jersey

number one: maybe kuro posts a picture of you on his story possibly at your pc playing with incel!kenma. or it could be one of the spicy mirror pictures you made him post because why the hell is the dumb bitch from class feeling up on your man for. maybe you even rant to kenma about this dumb bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself, and why the fuck is she touching a taken man. (okay i think incel!kenma is misogynistic but not homophobic because why the fuck would anyone want to deal with some needy whore constantly.) but that rant solidifies the thought that you are infact a guy maybe not one who hates women on the same level as he does but a man nonetheless. but once kuro posted that picture he figured it out and was disgusted.

number 2: kuro is at your house studying, so to keep your boredom at bay you hop online with kenma, it’s about two hours in when he hears a knock shuffling in the back ground followed by the sound of someone falling onto your bed when he asked about it your response is casual “oh its just my boyfriend.” and he doesn’t pick at it anymore. but then the mic catches a familiar voice in the background. “pretty girl when are you gonna be done, i want to take a nap with you” you give a hum in response to his question. “alright bro gotta leave after this round, so we have to win don’t wanna lose the last match of the day.” obviously you land up losing because kenma can’t get his pretty little head around the fact that he couldn’t tell you were some fucking bitch, you never told him either so that makes you a fucking liar (even tho he didn’t ask). when the game disconnects he’s seething.

number three: this is the worst option really kuro begs him to come hang out with him at his girlfriend, he swears up and down that she’s not the type of woman he’d hate. promises that they have a lot of the same interests. maybe he sends a picture of you cosplaying as one of his favorite characters but that just lowers his opinion, in the photo he can’t even tell its you though. so he’s even more confused when he meets you guys at the arcade. he cautiously calls you by your in game name and you respond with a smile and respond with your irl name. he’s genuinely not sure how to react. not just bc you’re the person he’s been gaming with for almost a year, but with your thick ass platforms you’re just as talk as kuro if not taller. you literally look down at him, can he even talk shit about a bitch like you with out getting his as beat.

anyway this drug out for way longer than intended. but yeah incel!kenma making assumptions and being totally wrong. how funny would it be if he had a crush on kuros gf

bestie.....my beloved......all of the options just sound so amazing to me omg *kisses u*

the absolute torture incel!kenma has to go through upon finding out that 1) his favorite gaming buddy is a disgusting female, 2) she's dating his best friend and somehow he never knew, and 3) she's so fucking hot that kenma can't stop picturing her face every time he rubs one out.

and you just won't let him live you're so fucking mean to him that kenma can't even get a word in when you're roasting him. the only thing that reels you in is kuroo's soft, pleading voice asking you to be nice.

kenma's embarrassed that his friend has become such a simp but fuck if he didn't wish he was on the receiving end of your sweet words.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #🥀#🥀kenma #incel!kenma

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davilasinfiltro · 9 days

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Badboyhalo gets advice from Reddit

Bad panics after Skeppy releases Best Friend and decides to ask for relationship advice on Reddit because he doesn’t know who else to turn to

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r/relationship_advice u/throwaway132166922

My (M29) best friend (M23) made a song about me and I don’t know how to feel about it.

I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I’m so paranoid about anyone finding out who I am but I frequent this subreddit a lot and can't find anyone who is in the same situation as me. I also don’t know who I can even talk to about this since we have a lot of mutual friends. If this gets too much traction I’m deleting it quickly, here goes nothing >_<

Here’s the context, me and my friend have known each other online for a while and have been friends for around 4 years (my friends poke fun that we have our ‘anniversary’ memorized but I digress.) We’ve half heartedly been making plans to meetup for the past few years. What can I say? I don’t like leaving the house and never really had the urge to meet any of my online friends. I’d argue that you could have a meaningful relationship with someone and never meet them irl. Anyways, I never took these conversations too seriously. I would always say I’m not ready yet, it’s too close to the holidays, who’s going to take care of my dog? The one time we did have concrete plans I was sick with covid and I had a long recovery. And we just never followed up with a reschedule.

I never knew how much this affected my friend until he wrote this sort of… rap and produced it with one of our mutual friends. He insults me, saying I have a massive ego, I’m a psycho, it’s my fault I made him ‘feel blue,’ and immediately backtracks and compliments me. There’s another lyric that says I’m pushing him away and if I’m hiding something? This part I have to quote verbatim because it’s the part I understand the least,

“I can’t really say my true intentions

It’s all just miscommunication

Please don’t take it the wrong way

I love you dude and I hope we’re okay”

And that’s how it ends. Meanwhile, I had no clue my friend was having this type of conflicting feelings about me. Or how much us meeting up meant to him. Yeah maybe we’d go from talking every day to messaging each other only semi frequently but that’s just the evolution of a friendship right? We were both getting busier as our respective careers became more time-consuming but that’s nobody’s fault, is it? I know I should apologize to him for never taking his requests for us to meetup too seriously but I think there’s something else under the surface.

Does he want to confess to me? I keep going back to that lyric, “I can’t really say my true intentions.” He’s pretty much ripped his heart out on this song but there’s /one/ thing he can’t say to me? Does it have to do with him wanting to preserve our friendship, that it’ll be strained in some way if he confesses? I don’t know what gives him that impression, a lot of our friends are lgbt+. Heck, a lot of them make jokes that we like each other already. Anyways, there shouldn’t be anything deterring him from confessing if that’s what he is trying to do. Or not trying to do.

Any advice is appreciated. I still haven’t said anything to him directly since he made that song.

u/amycat1203

Whatever you two have going on is gayer than any gay person I know irl

-> Reply u/throwaway132166922

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that -_-

u/justadudelmao

This is too outrageous to be fake, so I’m trying to take this seriously. It sounds like y’all have some shit to talk out in person. If the next message you send him isn’t a confirmation for a plane ticket you’re the problem

-> Reply u/throwaway132166922

If I travel to him it won’t be by plane, I have a phobia. But you’re right :/ I need to make it up to him soon if this is how he feels about us not meeting up

u/matchmakingismypassion

Maybe he has reason to believe you wouldn’t want him to confess to you. How do you react to the jokes your friends make about you together? Do you even reciprocate any possible romantic feelings to him?

->Reply u/throwaway132166922

It’s complicated, early on in our friendship he’d flirt with me as a troll and I’d always politely turn him down. I’ve known about him for so long, even before he was 18. I wasn’t comfortable indulging in this kind of joke. So even if he was 19 when he made these comments, he felt too young for me. He grew out of it and eventually we were inseparable as best friends, to the point that our mutual friends would tease us. Both of us would casually deny anything to our friends but honestly, I wouldn’t mind dating him if he made the first move. But you understand why I can’t make the first move, right?

->Reply u/matchmakingismypassion

To me it sounds like he shouldn’t make the first move either if all he’s ever heard from you is rejection. Especially if you can’t even make the effort to meetup, something he obviously wants from you. He made the song as a plea to start an open dialogue, and that starts with you bud.

u/skephalofan141414

EVERYONE. THIS STORY IS FAKE. This is some guy pretending to be Badboyhalo about the song Skeppy made called “Best Friend” on youtube. You’re a weirdo trying to karma farm off of a story that isn’t yours to tell

->Reply u/thisteaishotaf

Who??? Link please???

->Reply u/skephalofan141414

https://youtu.be/skDch34PtEM?si=Usxbm6LXisq9xWCD

->Reply u/thisteaishotaf

Why the fuck would his friend post this on a minecraft channel LMAO

#skephalo #skephalo fic #I wrote this a while ago I’m surprised it took me this long to post lol #badboyhalo #skeppy

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Learning Together

You and Law decide to take your relationship to the next level, despite both being new to sex. It’s a new experience for the two of you, together.

Warnings: nsfw, definitely not how anyones first time would go irl but this is fiction and I haven’t even romantically hugged anyone, so, I hope it’s good enough lol. If this is bad lol sorry oops, it’s 4 am and I’m tired but done with work for the year so I wanted to write something

With the Polar Tang submerged fully into the ocean, late in the night, it was rather quiet. The crew was either already asleep or doing the night shift of monitoring the control room.

The room which you were currently within was dimly lit, only a few candles to illuminate the space around you.

You laid in bed with Law, who’d been placing light kisses along your neck. He slowly trailed up to your lips, this time placing a more firm kiss onto you. A much more passionate one. One that felt so heavy and not innocent in the slightest.

Law didn’t typically take things too far with you. While it had been close to a year that you’d officially been dating, Law was a reserved man who was afraid of being vulnerable. Hence why things hadn’t progressed much as far as intimacy goes.

But tonight was different. Law had been hinting at wanting to go further; all the way in with you. While nervous, you honestly felt the same. You knew that the both of you were incredibly inexperienced in that field, but it was honestly comforting to know you’d be learning with him. You didn’t need to somehow impress Law. And on top of that, he’s a doctor and knows the body well. That was most comforting to know.

But as Law placed a heavy, wet kiss onto your neck, you felt that tonight was going to be the night. And by the way Law was nibbling at your skin, leaving marks, you knew that he felt the same.

“Law, do you… think we’re ready?” You asked, a hint of worry in your voice.

Law froze, removing his lips from your skin and moving to lean on his elbows so that he could look directly at you. He seemed to ponder over it for just a moment, before nodding. “Yeah.”

So now the awkward part, how did you even get started with it? You’d never gotten this far with any past lover, and you were Law’s first partner altogether.

After a moment of hesitation from the both of you, Law finally sat up onto his knees, hovering over you. “Lay on your back,” he instructed.

And you listened, leaning back into the plush pillows behind you. Law then moved closer, lowering himself to rest on top of you, and resumed his kisses from before. Only this time, they were even more hot and wet.

When he bit down on your bottom lip, you unwillingly let out a soft moan. Your eyes went wide and your face turned red immediately.

Law paused too, but he seemed… turned on.

“…Law?”

“Fuck, y/n-ya. I- I want to hear you again,” he stuttered.

His reaction now had you feeling hot too, and so you decided to be a little bold and slip off your shirt, revealing your bra. It wasn’t that Law had never seen you in it, but he’d never seen you in it in this type of context.

With shaky, hesitant hands, Law placed them onto the skin just under your breasts, feeling your soft skin. But you wanted more. You grabbed his hands with your own and guided them up and under your bra, allowing him to feel the plushness of your chest.

Despite him trying to hide it, you could see Law’s face was red too. He seemed incredibly flustered. You only hoped he wouldn’t back out, now.

Letting go of his hands, you reached around to unhook the garment and slip it off of yourself, leaving your top half entirely bare with Law’s tattooed hands the only thing covering you.

As he began moving his hands, you realized only then how cold they were, and you let out a soft gasp when he brushed his palm over your nipple.

Law noticed your reaction, and decided to see if he could get any more out of you. Gently, he squeezed the skin, groping at your breasts. You brought a hand to your lips to try and cover any noises, but they began slipping through nonetheless. And when Law decided to pinch one of your buds between his fingers, you moaned again.

“Your reactions are so cute,” he mused, smirking down at you with newfound confidence. He pinched harder.

“Mmh-! Law…”

He seemed to get another idea, and you watched as he lowered his head to your chest, licking a stripe down your breast and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

“Oh, Law- mmm,” you whined, biting down on your lip.

He removed his face with a pop, and pulled away from you to start undoing his jeans.

He only pulled them down just enough to get the job done, but stopped for a moment. Placing his hands onto the hem of your shorts, he looked into your eyes.

“Can I undress you?” He asked, with sincere concern on his expression. You knew he was afraid to hurt you.

But you could only nod, words not seeming to form for you anymore. With your approval, Law slipped your shorts off, leaving you in just your panties now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he admired your form underneath him, placing loving grasps along your thighs, rubbing the soft skin.

You only wanted to hide more, but there was nowhere to go. All you could do was put your arms over your face.

“No,” he suddenly snapped.

You looked up at him, surprised.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “I just want to see your face. Every expression you make.”

“Oh,” you said, moving your arms away, folding them over your stomach.

But then you gasped again, louder this time, as you felt Law’s fingers rubbing at your heat through your panties, getting them wet from all he was doing to you. His fingers traced up and down along your folds, and he only stopped when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“Take them off, Law… fuck, I need to feel your fingers,” you whined, face turning even more red at the way you were talking. It felt so foreign and filthy to you.

Law nodded, hooking his fingers at the bands and pulling them down, lifting your legs just enough to slide them off. He observed the wetness left on them before tossing them off to the side.

Then, his focus was back on you… onto your cunt, now. You knew he’d never seen a real one. Just whatever was in medical books. Law seemed… mesmerized.

“It’s interesting how wet you can get, just from that,” he spoke, placing his fingers back onto you, barely dipping them between your folds to collect some of your juices onto his fingers. He pulled his hand away to get a closer look.

What you didn’t expect was for him to bring his fingers to his lips, licking the juices off.

“Hmm,” was all he said, before bringing his hand back to your soaked heat.

Using both hands now, he poked and prodded, just trying to get a feel of you. He ran his fingers back between you, lathering up more of your wetness onto his fingers, before pulling his fingers up to graze your clit.

When his fingers made contact with the sensitive bud, you let out the loudest moan yet. The most embarrassing one, too.

“I thought that might happen,” Law said, smirking once again.

So, he went back in, sliding his fingers between your folds and then rubbing your clit. You whined more, already feeling over-sensitive to his touches.

But that feeling only grew stronger when he finally slid a finger into your cunt, getting a feel at the inside before inserting another finger. You writhed and squirmed at the way his fingers rubbed against your walls, feeling every little bump or ridge, the way you felt warm on the inside.

“Law, f-fuck, I’m gonna-“

He pulled his fingers out as soon as you spoke.

“No. Not without me,” he decided.

So, Law slipped his jeans down a little bit more and freed himself, revealing his cock to you.

You knew Law would be… larger, but it was simply intimidating to you. Maybe it was simply because you’d never even seen one before.

You wanted to look away, but couldn’t. You just kept looking, half in awe and half in horror.

“H-how is that meant to fit in me?!” You blurted out, starting to panic a little.

Law’s hands gently grabbed your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll be okay, y/n. I would never hurt you.”

He then moved his hands under your hips to bring them closer to him, positioning you underneath him. Leaving one hand on your hip, he brought the other one to your right hand, taking it into his own and resting them beside your head.

“Just tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?”

“Okay,” you confirmed.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you took in a deep breath as Law slid himself into you, with much ease due to how wet he’d gotten you beforehand. You hissed, squeezing his hand and gripping at the sheets beneath you at the stretch of his cock. He felt so big, like he was splitting you into two. But somehow, you found yourself wanting more.

Law didn’t move, but he groaned and threw his head down into the pillows just beside your own head, now squeezing your hand in return.

“F-fuck, y/n… you’re squeezing me so well, so… fucking… tight, shit-“

Law couldn’t help but jerk his hips a little, the feeling of your walls clamping down onto his cock nearly sending him over, and he hadn’t even begun moving.

“You’re so… big,” you told him with tears in your eyes, “it… hurts but- almost, fuck, feels… good.”

Law let go of your hip to bring his other hand to your face, wiping the tears away from your eyes and cupping your cheek to kiss you deeply. “I won’t move until you ask,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

You moved your hand away from the sheets and to his back, clinging onto him to try and ground yourself. You stayed like this for a few more moments before nodding, “you can move.”

Law slowly moved his hips back before pushing them forward. He repeated this motion until you fully eased into the stretch, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Fuck, I… I want more,” you moaned.

“But, y/n-ya. What if you get hurt?” Law questioned, worry evident on his face.

“I won’t,” you reassured him, “I want to make you feel good, I wanna please you, Law. I… I love you.”

Law swore he could’ve cum alone from your words. His cock twitched a little, hips shaking. He felt overwhelmed, but it felt good.

“I… love you too,” he grunted, “but are you sure, though? I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if I start.”

“I’m… certain,”another whine slipped out, “I’m sure I’ll be begging for more, anyway,” you said with a giggle.

“Okay,” Law said. But he still seemed hesitant.

“I trust you, Law.”

That was all he needed to hear before he began thrusting at a steady pace, rocking his hips in and out of you. You began moaning and whining loudly, nails digging into his back.

“Harder, Law, please,” you cried.

Law groaned at the way you egged him on, speeding up his pace and hitting into you at a deeper angle, filling you up to the core. The harder he went, the louder your moans grew. Eventually, Law’s hand slipped out of yours to grasp at your hips, getting a tight grip on you before gently slamming into you, getting lost in his pleasure.

You moans were nearly screams, and he was certain the whole ship would know what you two were doing if you continued on. But that didn’t stop him. Law kept going, groaning and biting at his lip the whole time.

“Fuck, Law, you’re filling me so well, feels so good, baby, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, blabbing on and saying things you’d never thought could come out of your mouth.

“F-fuck,” was all Law could mutter before spilling his hot cum into you, barely processing what was going on anymore.

You whined some more as you came around him, your juices mixing with his seed, spilling out of your cunt as he slowed down, shaking with every slower thrust.

Eventually, Law came to a full stop inside you, and let go of your hips to collapse partially on top of you. He leaned on a forearm, bringing his other hand to brush some hair out of your face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you panted, “it… felt so good.”

Law let out a breathy chuckle, placing an open mouthed kiss onto your opened lips.

“I told you I’d want more,” you giggled. “In fact, I think… as soon as we’re rested-“

“How about we take a shower, and then we’ll see?” Law suggested, kissing your cheek.

“Mhm, sounds good,” you kissed him back and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and smiling to yourself at how careful and sweet your boyfriend was being. This night only made you fall deeper in love with him, and for him it was all the same.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #law x reader #one piece law x reader #one piece x reader

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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thing that might be obvious but still suddenly hit me like live fish to the face when i was not listening in class today:

luffy as a child hated being alone (still does, but it was more obvious back then) and knew that shanks and his crew would be leaving someday (leaving him alone, with only makino as his friend, but that's only one person, and shanks has a whole crew full of people)

shanks will not take luffy, because he's a child (because he's weak) so luffy feels like he needs to prove he's grown up (needs to prove he's strong) so maybe shanks will change his mind (so maybe shanks won't leave him)

what do the two strongest adults luffy knows (shanks and grandpa, one is going to leave, the other is almost never around) have in common? scars around their left eyes

luffy is not afraid of being hurt (it's worse to be alone than you be hurt) so of course he stabs himself next to his left eye (to have a scar like all the strongest people he knows)(to be strong)(to not be left alone again)

"When I was not listening in class today" me when I quit high school lmfao so real. I used to spend hours in class writing fanfics. Most of my best works were written in the middle of Philosophy at 8 am.

Oh. Yeah. Luffy's abandonment issues. Yeah. It's quite obvious that he's willing to go to extreme methods to avoid being alone. Relatable little shit. Not gonna call it self-harm but I just want to say that stabbing your cheek and being willing to starve to death (WCI) to not end up alone is a bit um.............. No, yeah, self-harm. Yeah. Not in a conventional way but y'know. It is what it is. We don't talk enough about how serious it is because "haha silly funny boy is so dramatic he stabs his face when he's a kid" but like- He- He stabs his fucking face when he's a kid because being alone and bored is way worse than getting hurt. He feels so lonely. At least he had a friend with Uta but then she suddenly disappeared from his life?? Without any warning?? And he ended up all alone again. I understand why he would want Shanks to take him with him no matter what. Even if he has to hurt himself to prove he's strong. He's been doing that for years. And, okay, WCI isn't exactly just for Sanji not to leave him but more for Sanji to realize Luffy needs him but, uh, same thing. Like it can be both to help Sanji and to be a lil bit tiny selfish in the sense of "if he leaves me I am killing myself" which is quite exactly what happens. Gay ass captain. Can't stand him. This is not healthy nor normal behavior irl btw but if you make it all poetic like that I am willing to let it slide. Love it, even. I love it.

But yeah, Luffy has a bit of a problem there. Somebody take him to therapy.

#he's just like me fr #i get it baby abandonment issues fucking suck #this is the first time i am not projecting like he genuinely has something fucked up going on #i love him for that he's so complex #one piece #monkey d. luffy #tw self harm #tw suicide mention

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trivalentlinks · 1 year

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quora (a q&a social media site, like yahoo answers, but higher quality) used to have a lot of questions of the form "how would you explain X to your grandmother?" Where X was usually some mathematics or physics concept. Things like:

How would you explain quantum mechanics to your grandma?

Category theory?

General relativity/space-time?

Bayesian statistics?

(this was before quora made it so that you got paid for asking questions that generated engagement, thus inundating the site with troll questions; back then quora had decent questions)

One of my friends, who had a fairly large following on quora, had two grandmothers (out of four, including step-grandmas) who had PhDs in mathematics. He used to love answering these questions like,

"I would say [extremely abstract explanation with analogies to far more esoteric concepts than the question was asking],

But my grandma's an algebraic topologist, so your mileage may vary."

One time some fellow quora users we knew irl asked him about this, since he's generally very sweet and opposed to trolling/being needlessly rude to people online, and someone asked him why he didn't feel bad about ignoring the spirit of the questions, and essentially poking fun at them in front of his large following,

And he said, "well the thing is that these questions are actually kind of rude to grandmas. they act like all grandmas are the same, just some blank slate for you to explain things to, when in fact grandmas can have quite varied interests and knowledge. I'm just responding to the questions' offensiveness in kind"

And then he mentioned how nobody asks "how would you explain [science concept] to your dad?", right?

Because society thinks of fathers as diverse and varied, so why aren't grandmas viewed as a similarly diverse group, when they actually are, and as someone with four grandmas (through divorce and remarriage), he would know (even though two of his grandmas apparently had very similar interests to each other, lol)

And I just. Those questions always left a bad taste in my mouth, too, but I had never thought to explain it this way (which I guess is why he was a quora influencer and I wasn't, lol)

I also had more than the normal number of grandmas (grandpa was double married (poly marriage was legal back then)) and like, yeah, each of my three grandmas had a very unique and interesting story.

Two of my grandmas ran away from home to go to university when their families didn't approve of women getting educations. One of these became an electrical engineer.

The other studied law (fully funded on government merit scholarship) and became an understudy to the equivalent of a justice of the supreme court (under the nationalist government, which unfortunately led to her being subject to denunciation rallies later on). She was also into martial arts and knew some gorgeous forms with a sword. (She was the grandma I was closest to because she raised me for a few years when I was a kid)

The other grandma (the one who didn't go to university, grandpa's first wife) was an avid storyteller who could keep all the neighbourhood kids entertained for hours from stories told from memory (her language had no writing system), and also a master at embroidery. She also easily won over my mother and my aunt's love even though they only met her in their early teens (my grandpa had hidden her from their mom, his second wife) and she didn't speak any Chinese, and my mom and aunt only spoke Chinese.

Like, yeah, grandmas are a diverse group and it does suck that society generally doesn't regard them as such

#grandmothers #grandmas #long post #math #physics #diversity of grandmas #for some reason readmore/the keep reading thing isn't working for me atm

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kisilinramblings · 10 months

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I don't know if you've seen the last two final episode yet but if you have, any thought?

I actually like it?

Sure, I was disappointed that Chat Noir didn't join up the fight. At the same time, I understand Adrien's reasons for not turning into Chat Noir in order to break himself free.

Not only was he hunted by the nightmare of him as Anti-Chat killing everything he cared about, but he was very self-aware at how emotionnally vulnerable he was to be akumatized and making that nightmare come true. This season made him realized he can be so angry to the point of he wants to cataclysm people. It almost happened with both Darker Owl AND Dark Humor this season. Adrien backing off, remaining in "prison" and taking off his Miraculous so Plagg put it in safety for the time being was not him giving up. It was him trying to protect his loved ones. And he was also unaware this was a Monarch attack going on that needed Chat Noir.

Also, everything was made so Adrien doesn't find out for now that his father was Monarch. I don't consider Marinette was in the right even if Gabriel asked her to make sure Adrien doesn't learn the truth. And unbestknown to Gabriel, his dying request landed exactly on Marinette's nightmare territory. Remember the nightmare she had at the beginning. In it, Marinette accidentaly "kills" Gabriel after vanquishing him, right under Adrien's eyes which upset him, asking her why did she did this to his father.

So all ingredients seem to be there for this secret to come back to bite them if it is ever discover. The fact Gabriel has a statue, even if it built on a lie, means that something of him remains even if he is gone. And lately, we have seen that statues IRL can be toppled. But yeah, as long as Gabriel's statue is standing high, his shadow still is present. That is how I view it.

Outside of that, the fight between Bug Noir and Monarch was satisfying. I love that she swung a shovel at Monarch's face sending him flying and the use of Lucky Charm in succession was actually interesting.

I liked that La Résistance try to help however they can. I'm not sure on how pertinent it was for Gabriel and Tomoe's last attack to be international, but I didn't mind. DC and Marvel both have heroes from their respective IPs coming together to fight when there is a global threat affecting more than one city. And it is no secret both Jeremy Zag and Thomas Astruc desire to create their own Zag universe of superheroes.

Also, Tomoe is so up to no good.

Luka was a surprise. I didn't expect him to be trained by Su-Han, however, considering that Su-Han was able to repel an Akuma and since Luka does know both LB and CN's identity, and that Su-Han and Luka already have met once during Ephemeral (as that part wasn't erased), that ending is not that weird if they wanted him back in the story eventually (and reminder that Mirakungfu is meant to disarm Miraculous Holders who went rogue). Anyway, with Luka, a side story about that would have been welcome. But fun detail, Luka's martial style is based on the Snake!

Love the true form of Tikki and Plagg and seeing them fuse into Gimmi was something.

"You humans always summon me to complain. Never to rejoice".

Yeah, feels about right.

Lila's intervention in the finale was pretty tame, but the conclusion is what we expected : she gets the Butterfly Miraculous. But it is probable she might have seen Ladybug untransformed alongside witnessing how to summon Gimmi (although there is no way to know for sure right now). Plus, Lila will have help which I didn't expect. And it seems it is someone who knew where to find here.

Btw, can we have more politician like Mayor Bustier, please? I know it is very utopist, but sign me up for that future.

So yeah, that finale closed a book BUT this isn't the end. There is something uncanny going on during the pool party. It's the illusion of a perfect ending.

Sign me up for S6. o/

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml spoilers #ml s5 finale #ml conformation #ml re-creation #ml s5ep25 #ml s5ep26

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eternalsams · 2 years

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One Last Time ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: jake seresin x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol, cursing, violence (one single punch), angst? (i think that’s it, tell me if i forgot something)

summary: Jake is soon to be deployed and he invited the whole squad for a last night out together.

words count: 2 385

notes: english isn’t my first language, I apologize if there’s any mistake. I know my irl friends who read this will recognize the plot. I also have no idea how navy stuff work i’m just writing it how I think it is. Enjoy !

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The music is so loud that you barely hear Coyote telling you he was getting another drink. Your hands were on Phoenix’s shoulders and you two were laughing and moving your hips in rhythm with the music. You could feel drops of sweat running down your spine but you didn’t care more. Your hair stuck on your forehead, you regularly passed your fingers in it to clear your face. Phoenix was in the exact same condition but didn’t even care to clear her face, the alcohol probably convincing her not to do so.

You feel two strong hands on your waist, the man behind you swaying his hips just like you were doing and you rapidly recognize Rooster’s cologne. The three of you kept dancing like no one was watching but you knew well you were attracting some attention on yourselves. Not a single drop of alcohol was in your system but it didn’t stop you from having fun. You had a coke to join your friends for the first drink of the night, but that’s pretty it.

Payback soon joins you on the dance floor and you feel yourself disappear when the two stupidly tall men surround you. That was one of the advantages of having tall guys as friends, you could go to the club without being scared of being vulnerable. You trusted these guys with your life in the air, so why not doing the same when you all went out.

The heat of the club starts to become really uncomfortable and you lean over to whisper something into Phoenix’s ear. She seems to understand as she nods and lets go of your shoulders to grab Rooster’s and keep dancing with him. You make your way through the crowd, looking for an exit to breathe some fresh air. You push the door and seem to come back to life when the cool air of San Diego hits you. A giggle escape you when you recognize Coyote and Hangman a little further on the terrace. They were in a deep conversation and Coyote is the first one to notice you’re coming over. He elbows his best friend and Jake turns around and smiles when he sees you.

“You finally got rid of Bradshaw on the dance floor?” He asks with a grin. “Yeah, it’s so hot in there. I’m sweating so much.” You moan as you rest your forehead on his arm. He simply laughs and pats your hair. You eventually look up at him when you realize neither of them are talking anymore. “What were you talking about?” You ask, looking between the two men. They share a look and Coyote brings his drink to his lips before taking a sip. “We were just talking about my deployment.” Jake shrugs. His deployment.

You tried not to think about it since you joined them at the bar but you knew that the topic would eventually come out. 11 months had passed since the mission that brought you all back to Top Gun. None of you had been deployed in 11 months and you all thought you would stay together in Fightertown for the rest of your careers. But reality quickly caught up with you and Jake was the first one being called back to his former base. Why him? You and Jake got along pretty quickly when you met and when you saw him leave to carrier that day to go save Rooster and Maverick, you couldn’t have been more proud of him. Since then, the two of you were practically joined at the hip. If he was going out, you followed without even hesitating. And he would always do the same. Some people thought you two were dating, some even placed bets that you were secretly married. But you didn’t have the heart telling them they could lose big amounts of money.

“Oh...” You only say, looking at him right in the eyes. “When are you leaving again?” Two days. You already knew that. “Hum... In two days. Monday morning before the sun rise.” Before you could even say goodbye properly. “That’s cool. I bet you miss Texas.” You fake smile. “Yeah. But just a bit.” He says, making you genuinely smile this time. Maybe he was as upset as you were about leaving California. As you are about to speak again, you feel someone bump into you and Jake quickly catches you so you don’t fall. “Hey! Watch your step, will ya’?” He shouts at the drunk guy who just bumped into you. “Jake, it’s fine, he’s just drunk.” You try to calm him down. “What did you say?” The guy behind you turns to Jake. “I said watch your step, asshole. Can’t you see you almost made them fall?” You’ve never felt smaller than right now, Jake’s arms holding you tightly against him. The guy looks down at you and smirks before taking your hand and kissing it. “I am deeply sorry I-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence that Jake’s knuckles hit his jaw. “Don’t fucking touch them!”

“Jake!” You shout and grab his sleeve to make him stop. Coyote is trying to hold him back by stepping between the two of them and when Jake seems to calm down, his wingman turns to the drunk guy. “You should get the fuck out of here.” You could see Jake’s jaw twitch, he still wanted to kill that guy. “Is that a threat?” He laughs, wincing slightly at the pain in his cheek. “It’s an advice.” Coyote looks at him dead in the eyes and the guy seems to understand he’s not joking. He gives you one last look before leaving. Coyote whispers something into Jake’s ear and leaves the two of you alone. “He didn’t even apologized.” The blond groans as he turns to you. “Can we just forget anything happened. It’s your last night with us, we should enjoy every minute of it.” You put your hand on his shoulder to make him look down at you. “Well, this dipshit just ruined two of those minutes.”

“Why don’t we go inside and join the others?” He seems to hesitate and you lick your lips, trying to find the right words to convince him. “The next round is on me.” You finally catch his attention and it makes you snort. “You would get all of us drinks just to get me inside?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “Why not?” You shrug and he chuckles. “Come on, I’m gettin’ you a coke.” He says before heading inside. “Jake! I don’t want a co-” Multiple people turn to you and you immediately feel embarrassed. “That’s not what you think it is.” You say before following your friend inside the club.

As promised, you get you friends a round of shots and you all laugh when you see Bob rushing to the bathrooms. The poor guy wasn’t used to tequila but it was nice seeing everyone having fun. You eventually get Jake on the dance floor but you still don’t know if that’s a good idea or not. He drank a lot more than usual and he was a bit handsy with you. Not that you minded. You just couldn’t stop blushing and waves of heat warmed your entire body whenever his hands landed on your waist or your neck. He was sweaty and all over you. You already knew you were the one to take him home because he wouldn’t follow anyone other than you without contesting.

Fanboy, Payback and Bob were the first ones to leave, saying one last goodbye to Jake before heading home. Phoenix and Rooster left an hour later, leaving you, Jake and Coyote at the club, still on the dance floor. The two men surrounding you and protecting you from wasted guys who tried to get to you. You spend two more hours dancing with them and when you decide to get some fresh air, you see the sun rising. Jake would leave in less than 24 hours. You look down at your phone and see that it’s already 6 in the morning. You go back inside and notice that Coyote and Jake are at the counter, having another beer. You join them and sit just between them. “The sun is rising, we should get going.”

You could tell the two of them were pretty drunk. Jake’s hair was so messy you were surprised he didn’t fix it yet. And Coyote’s eyes were slightly closing without him being able to control them. You laugh and ruffle a little bit more Jake’s hair before making a sign to the bartender to close their tabs. They pay their drinks and you get out of the club. The two men groan at the sight of the sunlight and you quietly laugh. “Come on, boys. Let’s get you home safe and sound.”

You help them walking straight and laugh at the stupid jokes they’re telling. Multiple times, Jake nudges you and you look down at your feet, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m starving!” Coyote eventually moans, throwing his head back. “Oh my God, me too. I’m so hungry.” Jake adds before the two friends laugh together. You roll your eyes and can see that the bakery of the neighborhood is opening. You take two chairs from some restaurant and sit the boys down. “Don’t move a single toe. Understand?” You point a threatening finger at them. They share a glance and nod. “Good boys.” And you go to the bakery, ordering three croissants. You pay and when you turn to the guys, you can see they’re talking to two young women.

“Guys! What did I say?” You ask them as you join the four. “But we didn’t move!” Coyote says. “I forgot to mention don’t flirt with pretty ladies. I’m sorry, they’re kinda drunk.” You apologize to the two women who only laugh before waving at your friends and leaving. You try to shut down the jealousy in your stomach when you catch Jake’s gaze linger on one of them and give them their breakfast. “Oh my God, I love you!” Coyote exclaims before taking a bite into his croissant. You laugh and start eating yours while Jake just stares at you. ”Weren’t you hungry?” You ask and he seems to come back to his senses before finally eating his pastry.

When you all finish eating, you start walking again, making your way home to base. Without you understand why or how, Jake ends up shirtless because he was ‘hot’. So you’re walking in the street at 6am with two drunk men, one shirtless and the other unable to walk straight and form a correct sentence. What a sight! You eventually get to base and go straight to the men dorms. Coyote is the first one to get to his room and you say your goodnights before taking Jake to his room. You then arrive in front of Jake’s room and he stops at the door, not even taking his keys out of his pocket. “I really had fun tonight.” He confesses. “Me too, Jake. You should go to bed and rest, you’re leaving tomorrow.” You try to contain the tears. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you’re trying to get rid of me.” He chuckles and you look up at him. “Good thing you know me then, cause I would never want that.” You’re not laughing, you’re not even smiling. You’re dead serious. And that makes him stop laughing too. He sighs and rubs his face before throwing his shirt on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss you like hell. You know that, right?” You whisper and he’s not even sure he heard you correctly. “I know. I’m gon’ miss you too. Can I give you a hug?” He asks, he perfectly knows how to reach your heart and asking for your consent for a simple hug is the final straw. You throw yourself at him and wrap him in your arms. “I think I should tell you something before you leave.” You start, your words muffled by his warm skin. “Go on, I’m all ears for you.” He’s not teasing, he’s not cocky. He’s here for you and will always be. You know that. “I... I feel... Argh!” You groan, the words are stuck in your throat and you can’t tell them. “Hey...” He steps back and take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Take your time, you can do it.”

You feel frustration tears run down your cheeks. Or were they tears of sadness? “I feel things for you... that I shouldn’t feel.” You finally get the words out and you can’t even look at Jake. You don’t want to see the embarrassed look on his face when he’s about to tell you the feelings aren’t mutual. Or worse, the disgust in his eyes. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks and you look down at your feet, fighting against his hold on your face. “Because it’s stupid and we’re friends. And because you’re leaving me alone.” You finally look up at him and see the pained look in his eyes. “You should’ve told me sooner.” He sighs and takes you in his arms, holding you tightly.

You feel your body shook with sobs as tears slip from your eyes to run down his chest. He rubs your back and kiss the top of your head. “I love you, Jake. And you’re leaving me alone.” Saying he’s shocked of your words would be an understatement. He’s never heard you say those three words to anyone before and he knows for a fact that you’ve never told them to anyone. You just couldn’t get them out of your mouth. “I love you too, Kiddo. So fucking much.” It’s hard for him to say them too but it feels so good to finally confess. He steps back and take your crying face into his slightly trembling hands. “I’ll come back to you, I promise. One day or another, I swear I’ll come get you and we’ll leave somewhere where it’ll be just the two of us.”

“Can you hug me one last time? Please?” You ask between two sobs. “Of course, baby. I can hug you all night long if that’s what you need.”

#hangman #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun x reader #top gun 2 #top gun maverick #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #glen powell #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #hangman x you

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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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Girl crush

Matt Murdock x gn!reader

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I want to taste her lips

Yeah, ‘cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah ‘cause maybe then

You’d want me just as much

summary: love always finds a way to make you miserable, now it made you fall for a taken man...

type: angst

warnings: mentions of starving (not ED), foggy being the best best friend and it might make you sad you dont have such a good friend irl (def not talking bout me)

A/N: this was inspired by the song girl crush. i wanted to write a fanfic about it, but i didn't know about who. matt murdock takes the cake then :) it's kinda short, but i also love it like that.

He smiled again.

An action that could bring you to your knees. His wide addictive smile fastened your heart beat every time without a fail, though his eyes kicked it hard it almost broke.

The smile isn't meant for you.

It never is. Karen is the one owning his smile, his heart. She owned his everything for a quite long time now and you just wondered when it'll be your turn. Couples should remember the date when they got together, but you liked to keep track of it as well, marking it as the day your heart died.

You met Matt in college. Foggy always talked about him as a best friend and roommate that will "bring the hottest chicks to our room for sure". Because of all this talk, you imagined Murdock as the perfect human being and wanted to meet him as soon as possible out of curiosity. They say first impression matters most and the day you two have met, you definitely made it matter, because you straight up laughed into his face. You couldn't believe that Matt, apparently THE hot roommate that will fill up a college dorm room with attractive women, was blind. However you soon found out how true Foggy's statement was as you slowly began to fall for him every time he talked to you or laughed with you.

Foggy and Matt were inseperable and you loved to watch their friendship evolving, while they welcomed you into their perfect duo. Although your ways parted when you became a private detective and they opened their lawyer firm, your friendship remained and the three of you decided to work together.

You liked Karen. From beginning she was very kind to you and always glad to help the firm or some of your cases. She was fun to be around and you shared a lot of drinks at Josie's, even gossiped about people you both knew. She was the proper girl friend you always wanted. You never blamed her for getting together with Matt, you never mentioned your crush on him in front of her. You never blamed him either. The only person there was to blame was you. And so you did.

Foggy knew, you told him when the frustration of watching the couple all day overwhelmed you and the feelings needed to get out. He comforted you and made fun of you after you were okay, as a good friend does. He also helped you avoid them by making them work in the office while you two were out and vice versa. You would be forever grateful to whatever power is upon the world for crossing paths with Foggy.

Still it was hard seeing them kissing, hugging, touching. Billiards at Josie's were not the same anymore, Nelson and Murdock was now an anxious place for you to be in as you knew what awaits you there. From another person's perspective, nothing changed. Karen was still as friendly and funny as ever, Matt was still talking to you frequently and Foggy still complained about not having enough customers.

Everything stayed the same, only you changed the view at a perfect friendship.

Becoming distant never tasted so deliciously to your soul, being cold never played such a beautiful tone for your ears, but you could never do so. You helped Matt at being the Daredevil with your police resources, you helped Karen take the weight off of her shoulders after a long day and you protected Foggy from becoming the third wheel at work. You couldn't betray them, so your soul starved and your ears ignored while you pushed through.

It didn't matter how long they have been lovers, the sight of them was always new, always surprising, always painful. Your jealousy soon turned into desire. A desire to be Karen, to be close to Matt like her, to be kissing his lips like her, to be touching him like her, to be her. She became your idol and your dreams without her knowledge. You no longer wished for Matt to date you or to kiss you, but to become someone he loves, so he couldn't leave you.

But the smile always set you back to the start line, reminding you that he sees you as nothing more than a friend. You're just there to make him laugh, to help him catch criminals and to cover up for him when he messes up. You're just a friend. Just a help.

Maybe it was just a matter of time, maybe your cup was filled up to the edge, maybe this morning's smile was different, but you couldn't handle it anymore. You couldn't push further, your soul was hungry and your ears found the melody again. That evening you packed your bags, everything you thought important, and took money out of account. You bought a plane ticket, stuffed everything in the car and rejected sleep.

The next morning something made you stop before the office. Your GPS was leading you straight to the airport, but you couldn't press gas again without saying goodbye. You owned it to them. The way up the stairs was harder than ever and the door had to change to concrete over night, but you managed to get inside and look at your friends one last time.

"Y/N?"

Foggy and Karen looked confused, studying every inch of your red face. You looked around, the absence of the white cane screaming at you. Matt's running late. You shifted your gaze back to the lawyer. Sometimes, eye contact is all that is needed. Foggy's eyebrows seperated and his face relaxed with a sigh, he nodded. A clear sign that he understands was all you needed. Without a word you slowly closed the office door, able to hear Karen's worried voice and Foggy's explanation. If the stairs up were hard, down it was impossible. All you wanted was to run up and lock yourself there, yet you knew it would destroy you more than leaving. Outside you looked back at the sign, examining it once again. Nelson and Murdock, avocados at law! Your young laughter rang through your head as your tears wetted the cobblestones underneath. You turned around, walking to your car, hoping this is what doing the right thing feels like.

Before you sat behind the wheel, you saw him. He was just standing, not looking at you, but you knew he felt you. Tears tickled your cheeks, urging you to sit and drive. The two of you just stood, not one of you moving, until the wind screamed in your ear to let go. "I'm sorry." you whispered, watching him to smile softly. A smile finally gifted to you, however it gave you a bitter feeling.

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Aware that the last smile he gave you was out of sadness.

You looked away, aware that your eyes saw him for the last time.

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#marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #stan lee #the avengers #daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #disney+#she hulk #marvel daredevil #angst #matt murdock angst #mcu fandom

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drawnaghht · 4 months

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Yuichi Usagi is [SURNAME] [given name]

lol I've written abt it before going into more specifics & making theories, but this post is just to clear it up again as a general ref for newer fans reading old or new posts abt it and finding themself confused... edit3(15.1): rightfully so! if you've ever watched more than 5 anime or just read some manga, you might recognize that Yuichi is most commonly a given name in Japan. Even viewers familiar with japanese would have made the same assumption. But the show itself uses it as a first name, so it becomes confusing. After jan 6th we found the behind-the-scenes lore for that too.

- clearest tell in the show itself that Usagi is his first name - his auntie calls him Usagi. What auntie calls their sole nephew or close family member by their family name? ... which would have to be her own family name then too...???

Secondly. He introduces himself as Usagi the more he's in the city. First as Yuichi Usagi, but then after a few chases, he gives up and introduces himself to Kitsune as "Usagi"in the 1st episode. boy wants to be known as Usagi haha.

edit 2 (8.1.2024): as of 6.01 we have official confirmation that this is fact + a little backstory! Yuichi is the boy's surname

the whole show, all the other characters use japanese naming convention - e.g. Gen introduces himself as Murakami Gennosuke to the Bat Squadron. it seems the other younger characters call each other by given name basis because they're either all around the same age or don't feel like using family names for each other. Often characters don't have family names because they're orphans (Chizu, Kitsune, Hana). Or it's the only name they go by in general (Tetsujin, Lady Fuwa).

it's that simple! you can headcanon whatever but at least know the show itself has named him this way.

I've already written about this b4 too but Yuichi can very rarely be a family name (apparently). there might be other reasons the show crew gave him Yuichi as a family name, but if that doesn't cut it, you can always adopt my theory that he has a rare two given names.

But yeah, the show makes it clear that Usagi is his first name. It's a spinoff based on Usagi Yojimbo and some of its stories and ideas, and made by fans of the comic and Stan's work. They decided to give him this name, for whatever reasons, and it's his name used in the show. There's too much much work in the show itself for them to give him a random name either, "just because they're ignorant" or even just bc they didn't research. They clearly did or the show wouldn't have some surprising elements to it as a spinoff or as a past+future combo of japanese aesthetics.

Him and the comics' original Usagi, Miyamoto Usagi can share a first name. I know it looks confusing coming from other shows where evryone has specific names. I know it's just generally confusing as a tmnt fan... but their names and tags can co-exist as-is. maybe i don't get out enough into other shows but I've never seen a fanbase stretch themselves so into a pretzel over characters sharing their first name. also Miyamoto Usagi is based on a famous historical samurai, more precisely - Miyamoto Musashi. His movie depiction was what inspired Stan Sakai in the 80s... ppl in real life share first and last names very often so it just doesn't bother me personally that they share one name, but not their family name. So I don't get anymore why ppl are upset that his name is a combo of two first names... I believe there's also a irl children's book author named Usagi Yuichi (maybe pseudonyms being animal names is more common in japan?idk) so I wonder if the crew knew about that 🤔

clearing this up again bc every time I see someone say smth about this show and it's some misunderstanding on top of a misconception, I just wanna make a simple chart to explain things lol. but i don't know if ppl would care even. I know ppl sorta dislike this show or don't care abt it anyways. but then... why talk about it? why share info like a fan who knows or cares about it... and then it's false info... so idk, if they're not a fan, don't take them at face value, but even if they're a fan, it's easy to share info without a source and have others think it's real. Be ready for info to change or your first impressions to break. I've mostly only theorised or drawn from the show itself so far, but even things I say might change if other evidence is provided. So... lol lets all just read into this show calmly I guess.

edit (7.1.2024): lol another thing to add that I didn't think about: there's a 1000 years between the generations of Miyamoto Usagi and Yuichi Usagi. so them not having the same surname would be considered quite normal (and so far, no evidence to conclusively say that M! Usagi is a grandpa... the scene between Usagi and his auntie in the evening in ep 1 also seems to allude that there are many generations between the og era and the future era and that Usagi's auntie is speaking of her own direct great grandfather and Miyamoto Usagi separately...

Anyway. That's all! Hope this is helpful to newer fans.

#yuichi usagi #srtuc #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit #samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #aghht srtuc post

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kazemi-archive · 2 years

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When vs If

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: arguments, mentions of betrayal, false hope, end of relationship, lots of tears, heavy angst

Summary: “You said ‘if’.” “What are you talking about?” “You said ‘if we end up married one day.’ When did it stop being ‘when we get married’?”

Part One of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING

I had convinced myself that I was overreacting. Nothing was wrong. I was being paranoid based off of past experiences. I had convinced myself or he had convinced me. I was imagining it when I thought he was acting like something had been bothering him. I was being insecure every time I asked, just to make sure, when he was acting like something was wrong, when he swore nothing was wrong and he was just tired. “Are you going to break up with me?” He had convinced me that I was overreacting when he always replied the same answer. “Of course not baby, you’re never going to get rid of me. I’m here to annoy you for the rest of our lives.”

He convinced me to ignore the gut feeling I had about it. Just three days ago, when we were driving to look at apartments, he brought up just building ourselves a house, like he knew I wanted to do. That eventually, when we wanted to move cities, it could become a summer vacation home and we could build another to raise our kids in. He convinced me when he talked to his family about how I was an addition to the family, when his family praised me for taking care of him.

I always took care of him, I packed him lunches and made breakfasts and dinners. I made sure the laundry was done and tried to clean. I made sure I was reminding him to take care of himself too, to not overstress himself as I did exactly that. But every time I crashed down and thought that maybe my love was overbearing and that I didn’t get the same reciprocation. Every time I asked “are you going to break up with me,” he assured me he wasn’t. He peppered my cheeks with kisses and held me while I sniffled to hold back tears.

Ending college was hard, there were so many unknowns. Finishing up the last project of the year, I was way past my deadline for it, but I had an indefinite extension, I just had to get it in by the end of summer. The concern of where we would live next year, our original decision of no roommates had morphed into him slowly trying to push the idea of sharing a space more. A last resort, he called it. I worked two jobs trying to prepare to move, trying to avoid the stress of thinking about it and to make sure that we had the money for our new place.

Today was the end to a long week. Sunday. My last shift until the next Monday. We’d agreed on taking the whole week off to pack our house, to move into a storage unit and then we were supposed to crash at Makki and Mattsun’s until we heard back from the complex we were putting an application into tomorrow.

I was off by 3. My boss having let me off early so that I could go home and start packing. I lost track of time, a show playing in the background as I packed all the clothes I wouldn’t need for the next three weeks (just to be sure). It was almost 8 before I decided on a small break. Almost 8 until I realized that I hadn’t heard from Tōru all day. The only thing that had brought it to my attention was his name finally popping up on my phone.

He was supposed to be off at 8:30. Just 30 more minutes before he would be coming home and we could make our plan on how to tackle this week and everything else moving forward. He’d sent me a snapchat with a filter on and a silly look on his face. I laughed a little and sent one back. It was mostly silly pictures sent back and forth spare the small conversation of “how was your day today?” “long.” “yeah, me too. I’m exhausted.”

It was finally time for him to be off, I could tell by the way that the scenery behind him changed from inside to the open sky of the parking lot. I decided to ask if he wanted to get food I’d been craving. How do you feel about getting pizza when you come home?

That was when the dreaded text came in. The worst thing you could say to an overthinker. Okay, I just want to talk to you about something first.

My heart had stopped in my chest. The sudden pressure of tightness winding from my heart and consuming my lungs. About what? Should I be anxious? He took too long to open it and the bubbling anxiety forced me to hit call on his number. I was easily greeted by the rumble of his car engine when he picked up. “Should I be anxious?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“No, no sorry. I know that’s sucky wording, I just wanted to sit down and have a conversation about some things.”

I could hear the tightness in my voice as I spoke. “Okay, what things?”

“Love, I’m gonna be home in like 5 minutes and we’ll talk.” I felt my legs lift me off of our shared bed and take me downstairs as he spoke, my need to pace rising, trying to pace out all the anxiety building.

I didn’t want to push him. “Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too, I’ll be right there.”

I’d found myself in the garage, tucked myself safely into the little corner of the couch we kept in there. Brought my knees to my chest and covered myself in a blanket. Trying to will my anxiety to stop. He said he wasn’t leaving you. He just wants to talk.

“What are you doing out here?” He’d asked when he found me after looking through the house. “I thought you’d be in our room.”

“I had anxiety and just kinda ended up here.” I mumbled and he nodded. He stayed standing. “Tōru, can you please tell me what’s up?”

He took a deep sigh before starting. “There’s a few things that have been bothering me about our relationship and I just want to try and talk them out before I keep bottling them up. Before they get so bad that they aren’t fixable anymore.”

I felt the anxiety build up even more and I winced. I had been doing something wrong. Like always. And then there was a quick rush of anger. Keep bottling them up. He had convinced me that I was imagining it. He had convinced me that the gut feeling I had about something being wrong with him was fucking incorrect. I wanted to scream but all I did was whisper, “okay.”

He listed out his reasons and I tried to stay quiet, tried to listen, tried to look at him. But every time I looked at him I could see him breaking my heart a million times. I couldn’t hold the contact for very long. I was trying to not cry, I was trying to explain myself when he said it was something I did. I was apologizing, my apologies formed in the frame of, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I did it because… I never got to finish my reasons out with another “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“I don’t get why you have to argue with me.” He exclaimed, cutting me off. Is that what I was doing? Was I arguing. “I’m just trying to tell you what’s wrong so we can fix it.”

“I’m not trying to argue!” I defended myself. “I was just explaining why I did it so you could see where I was coming from.” I wiped my palms against my cheeks in frustration, trying desperately to keep the tears back. “Its easier to fix if we get where the other is coming from, we can find somewhere to meet in the middle.” I whimpered at the eyeroll I knew was subconscious. “Please, this is hard for me. It feels like you’re breaking up with me.”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair quickly. “I’m not breaking up with you. I told you that.” The words should have been comforting, but something about them made me more on edge, the tone in which he said them.

“Yeah,” I scoffed, my anger getting a hold of me a little more, trying to protect myself, “you also told me, repeatedly, that nothing was wrong.” His eyes snapped back to me but I quickly looked away. The second he looked at me softly I would do anything he asked, I would lose myself, lose my will to fight for myself to be heard. “Now here you are, telling me that you were lying to me.” I could feel a tear escape and I quickly brushed it away. “How do I know you were telling the truth every time you said you weren’t going to leave me.”

“Why don’t you believe me? Huh?” He was raising his voice, something he did rarely. “Is it trust issues or what?” He spit the words out, like they tasted bad on his tongue and I could see him fling his arms in the air from the corner of my eye. “You are always ‘your tone of voice’ and ‘your body language’ says… God! Can you not just believe me!” He groaned in frustration or annoyance, I couldn’t tell, maybe it was a mix of both.

“I’m sorry, I just pick up on the way you act and underlying tones, its a bad habit I’m trying to stop.” I muttered, trying to drag my eyes back to him. He was looking down at me, standing instead of sitting on the couch with me, shaking his head.

“You can’t just believe me? I don’t get your whole thing about tone and whatever. But if we get married one day-”

I cut him off quickly, my eyes snapping up to look at his face. “What do you mean ‘if’?”

“What?” Genuine confusion crossed his face as he looked back at me, confused at the wide-eyed look I gave him. I knew that terror was seeping into each of my features.

“You said ‘if we get married one day’.”

“Yeah.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “And?”

“When did that become ‘if’?” I asked quietly, my voice barely coming out. “It’s always been ‘when we get married,’ ‘when we have kids,’ ‘when’.” He sighed and bit his lip out of what I assumed was nerves. “It’s always been ‘when’ for me and I thought it was for you too. So when did ‘when’ become ‘if’?”

“I don’t know.” He took a step back away from me, turning his body slightly away from me. It didn’t go unnoticed by me. “A couple months ago?”

I scoffed in disbelief. A couple months. He’s been lying to me for a couple months. “Okay,” I whispered, “you wanna know why I read into tone and body language?” I asked and he rolled his eyes again. I didn’t care and I kept talking. “You just stepped away from me when you were talking about that. When you were talking about mentally changing the way you thought about us being together long term, you physically put distance between us. How am I supposed to take that?”

“You’re not!” He exclaimed. “I got tired of standing without moving.”

“Okay, why do you have to be standing, you can’t put yourself on the same level as me. You have to be on a different level, to have all the control in this conversation. Like you’ve decided how this conversation ends.”

“Oh my god!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Stop fucking reading into everything!” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe that he had to deal with this. To deal with me. “You want to talk about body language? Then what the hell does it mean that you can’t seem to look at me this entire conversation when all I’ve been doing is looking at you!”

“That I’m worried if I look at you I’ll cry. That I don’t want to cry because I know you need this off your chest and you’ll blame yourself and stop if I cry.” That if I look at him, at Oikawa Toru, the man I decided was the love of my life, I would see what I saw the very first day I met him and he gave me that saccharine smile. I would see him breaking me into a million little pieces. “Please just sit down.” I whispered, begged him.

“Seriously?” He scoffed but collapsed on the other end of the couch. Sitting closer to the edge of it and leaning far back into the seat, a position that screamed ‘I don’t care.’ “This is really better for you?”

I winced at the harshness of his tone. The condescension seeping through his words. He thought I was being ridiculous. I hated it, but it was better than him standing and physically looking down at me. “Yes.” He sighs and shakes his head but stays silent. “Let’s just talk through this and we can fix it. We can find a compromise.” I swallowed hard trying to explain. I was trying, ‘I’m going to stop doing…’ It was fine for a little bit. Until I started to ask for things too. “I will try to stop raising my voice, I just need you to tell me I am. I don’t realize it a lot, we have different views on yelling. I need you to tell me.”

“I do!” He was rolling his eyes but he was staring straight ahead, not at me. “I say, ‘why are we yelling?’ is that not telling you that you’re yelling?”

“That’s not what I mean, I can’t tell you why, I don’t understand it, but it doesn’t click for me. It makes me think you’re talking down to me and I know you don’t mean to. I just need you to tell me ‘y/n you are yelling right now’.”

He puffed air out of his nose, hands running through his hair again. “That doesn’t fucking make sense. I don’t understand how your brain works.” I could feel the tightening in my chest becoming overwhelming. I didn’t understand it either. “Whatever, fine.”

“Could you help me around the house too, I know I’ve been slacking on some of the chores like groceries and laundry, but I need help. You only ever get groceries if I’m already going and even then, sometimes you don’t come. And I always do your laundry too but you only ever do yours unless I ask you specifically.” Small things to me, I didn’t mind doing them, but I knew I needed help. And if I was attempting to change for him I needed something back. Something to help me ease up on my stress.

It went on for a little longer, what I thought were minor requests being met with annoyance and hesitation. Until he stopped responding all together. It was like I could see it happening, him disengaging, the gears slowing down in his head as they settled on a solution.

“Please talk to me.” I begged. I couldn’t let him get caught in his head. “Don’t go quiet. Tell me what you’re thinking.” My voice was quiet and wet, tears threatening to spill more than they already had. “I know you’re getting in your head. I can see it happening.”

He shook his head softly, there was no eye roll paired with it this time. He was staring blankly at the wall in front of us, his fingers rubbing into his temple. “I’m trying to decide if this is even worth it.”

I froze in place, my body turning into a statue. “What?”

“I don’t know if this is worth it.” He said it plainly, like it was just a fact, no emotions attached to it. I was pretty sure that I could physically feel my heart tearing. “Is this even something worth fixing? Is it worth the effort?”

“What do you mean?” I squeaked out. This had to be a nightmare. “Of course it's worth it to try. It’s us. Years of us, of course it’s worth trying.” I would wake up and it would never have happened. “Tōru, look at me please.” He turned his head slowly, an apologetic look in his eyes. I would wake up and this would’ve been a scene my anxiety created in my head. “Tōru are you breaking up with me?” I would open my eyes and still be waiting for him to come home from work.

His eyes looked glossy as he nodded his head. “I’m so sorry.”

All of the times that I thought ‘what if he breaks up with me?’ I had never thought ‘when he breaks up with me.’

A/N: thanks for coming to my public therapy session ✌🏻✌🏻

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