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Woo!!! After forever I finally finished drawing this batch of ocs!!! I’m so excited to finally post them, it’s taken some real restraint to wait until they’re all done so I can post them as a set lol. Click on the pics for a better view!
But these are all the members of Pandemonium, aka The Grimdark Guild. A rival guild to the main cast, they’re literally all about the chaos, with more edgy darkly-inclined look to them they’ve sort of gained a reputation as being the gothic guild, but that might not hold equally true for all members. Still they all welcome the strange and macabre, and about expressing yourself in any way you see fit. Do whatever the fuck you want! It’s chaos! It’s Pandemonium baby! 
I’ll put info for each character under the cut, but as bullet points rather than a whole paragraph, since there’s 10 of them! I’ll put close-ups for each of them too because they’re hard to see
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Name: Saturn
Name Origin: The planet of course! Which got it’s name from the Roman God of generation, dissolution, and wealth. 
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 36
Guild rank: Guildmaster
Weapon: Rings
Ethos (Power): Spatial direction. Control over the direction of objects with his rings.
Flaw power is based on: The meticulous controlling nature of his power is based on his own scheming nature.
Notes: His tactic for building up his guild is to cause absolute chaos everywhere else and so far it’s working.
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Name: Porrima 
Name Origin: A binary star system named for a Roman Goddess of prophesy 
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 19
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Gurz
Ethos (Power): Fortuity. Fortune telling, but her prophesies are often vague
Flaw power is based on: Her pessimistic and gloomy nature, she often interprets the fortunes in the worst way.
Notes: If you can make her smile she’ll be your best friend.
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Name: Kari
Name Origin: A moon named for a figure from Norse mythology which represented wind (Which she runs like!)
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 17
Guild rank: 2 star
Weapon: Roller blades 
Ethos (Power): Alacrity. Enhanced speed and agility on her roller skates
Flaw power is based on: Her incredibly hyper demeanor. 
Notes: “But Finn those aren’t roller blades, they’re roller skates! Roller blades are-” She has knives in her shoes. They’re literally Roller blades.
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Name: Vanth
Name Origin: A moon named after a psychopomp who guides the souls of the dead to the underworld.
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 25
Guild rank: 5 star
Weapon: Twin scythes
Ethos (Power): Decay. The ability to cause things to rot away by touch 
Flaw power is based on: Their ironic fear of impermanence
Notes: Listens to death metal lol. get it.
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Name: Lyra
Name Origin: From the constellation Lyra the lyre. 
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 26
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Lyre
Ethos (Power): Lullaby. She can influence people’s moods and abilities through her music. 
Flaw power is based on: Her soft overly-empathetic nature.
Notes: The heart of the guild, keeps everything together amidst the chaos.
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Name: Valetudo
Name Origin: A moon named after the Latin word for fortitude. 
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 28
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Guandao
Ethos (Power): Immutable will. She can lock objects in-place, including herself, basically becoming an immovable object
Flaw power is based on: Her stubbornness 
Notes: The holder of everyone’s braincells
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Name: Hebe
Name Origin: An asteroid named after a Goddess of youth
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 13
Guild rank: 1 star
Weapon: Bladed yo-yo
Ethos (Power): Spacelink. Portal creation, only works in places he’s already been.
Flaw power is based on: His thirst for adventure and reckless youthful vigor
Notes: He’s literally just a kid he just wants to have fun
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Name: Cerberus
Name Origin: An obsolete constellation named after the mythical 3-headed dog
Pronouns: He/they
Age: 23
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Dadao sword
Ethos (Power): Trifold. He can make two clones of himself. 
Flaw power is based on: Their instance to handle any and all burdens themself. 
Notes: Dogboy (professionally diagnosed)
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Name: Corvus
Name Origin: From the constellation of Corvus the Crow
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 28
Guild rank: 5 star
Weapon: Bec de corbin
Ethos (Power): Black Plume. He can control his feathers individual once they’re plucked off within a certain timeframe.
Flaw power is based on: His sacrificial nature, once they’ve fallen off they won’t go back on.
Notes: Thank you to the anime Princess Tutu for inspiring his vaguely bird-shaped hair.
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Name: Alkes 
Name Origin: A star whose name means “Teacup”
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 14
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Parasol
Ethos (Power): Open wound. Any cut made by his weapon will not stop bleeding until he wills it to, or you die.
Flaw power is based on: His harsh and malicious demeanor 
Notes: Also known as Pandemonium’s Vampire. Somehow the edgiest member of the guild despite his appearance. 
And if you made it this far I love you and I want to thank you by showing you this special picture taken of the guildmembers:
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emmafrostyyy · 5 months
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y'all sleeping on Astarion/Lae'zel bc this moment is so...the way the flippant demeanor drops and he doesn't hesitate to call her out for sticking with her version of Cazador like their relationship is so underrated fr...
sitting down writing this bullshit like let me peel it like an onion a bit and elaborate why this pairing is fascinating to me
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It's really interesting how during the most cathartic, life-altering moment in Astarion's questline, the reactions of the other companions are more about the moral wrongness/guilt of sacrificing innocent lives. Lae'zel doesn't do that and instead relates to his hurt.
She knows what's he's feeling, the lack of control, the unfairness of being powerless for too long. This is a woman who just found out her entire life purpose was built on lies, discarded and hunted by her own people after outliving her usefulness, and groomed to basically die for an insane power-hungry lich queen. She knows all too well that power isn't always real freedom. Her first instinct is to empathize with Astarion to steer him away from his hate and resentment.
Astarion/Lae'zel is so interesting to me because they're such a classic "can we make each other worse or make a better person out of the other?".
They both have genuine appreciation for violence and respect each other's ruthlessness. Astarion was used as a weapon of seduction while Lae'zel was of warfare. Sex with people is meaningless and not real intimacy for them, and while both have little understanding/experience of interpersonal relationships beyond the physical, they still feel and love very deeply. They have no frame of reference for things like friendship and warmth, but they badly want all of that and more, even if they don't know it yet.
In-game they can sleep with each other, which is basically the foundation of the normal Tav/Astarion romance. Lae'zel saw him during combat and got horny, who knows. Astarion who's used to luring people with his charms, takes up Lae'zel's blunt offer because she's a strong hardened warrior that can provide protection and be a worthy ally, and he doesn't know how to say no. Navigating the complications between one who wants to be seen beyond as a sex object, and one who comes from a totally alien culture with no concept of love/family/connections and only sex is honestly really compelling to me. It's a transactional, mutually beneficial thing with no emotional expectations. Once you get past the skeevy rockiness of their early relationship, I really like the idea of them slowly seeing something past the exterior and realizing they may have harshly misjudged the other, an unspoken friendship blooms, and in comes the realization that they are essentially loners longing for kindness and a comforting touch in the most desperate of situations.
Lae'zel is prideful, direct, has no sense of courtship talk, and doesn't hold back her thoughts the slightest--she's not sweet/agreeable and what you see is really what you get, which I imagine would be disarming for Astarion who's used to vacuous flattery and has difficulty trusting others. But she's also insanely protective, passionate, loyal, and an initiator-- every romance scene is triggered by her first and she's always showing effort towards her relationships, which would mesh well with Astarion who does need someone to nudge him.
She doesn't purposely suppress her feelings, she's just simply at loss at how to express them sometimes due to her wildly different upbringing. She stops the sparring match you agree to and an easy vulnerability slips instantly out of her: "I don't want to hurt you. I want to protect you, and for you to protect me." and "Thus far I've taunted you, devoured you, battled you. Now I want more than anything to soothe you." are romantic as fuck and Astarion of all people really needs to hear that tbh.
Astarion is also someone who struggles with reinforcing his boundaries, and a key theme in Lae'zel's romance is that she encourages and wants you to challenge her and learn to stand your ground. It's not gentlest method, but hey, relationships are about having to make an effort to learn each other's language.
I think he also would take pleasure "educating her on the matters of Fay-run" (I believe there's a whole banter with him teasing her and teaching her pet names) and would get a kick out of coaxing Lae'zel out of her shell with her shyness at showing public affection, and making her blush. Also it simply would be fucking funny to see Astarion who's used to easy seduction, trying to pass a persuasion check just to get a smooch and generally having to work to earn regular kisses from Lae'zel lmfaooo
Lae'zel also initially struggles to see her chains as chains. When she learns about Vlaakith's betrayal, she copes instantly through denial and shuts it down. Astarion is NOT having it and calls her out, he knows her well enough to recognize that she would value blunt honesty above all.
I imagine he also despises her lack of self-preservation, the way her entire identity is tied to duty and being in service of others, and doesn't understand her desire to still help/liberate the people that want her dead and are hunting her down. He wants to make this duty-bound soldier realize that looking out for herself, and putting herself first may not be the worst thing in the world.
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They're so similar to each other but are also polar opposites in some ways that make a more equal, balanced romance I think. It's not a simple, one-sided, feel-good "she/he can fix her/him" fantasy because both of them have to earn each other's love, actually cut through the other's flaws, and actively motivate each other to be better versions of themselves.
They're not at all the other's ideal guiding hand. It's rough, jagged, and imperfect, but that's how healing goes. It's so far from being the healthiest relationship -- but even if their belief systems differ, their moral compass does often align. I imagine it's a slight relief for them to have a partner where there would be less shame and judgment when they expectedly, occasionally slip up and fall into their bad habits.
Also, man, the "You showed me the betweens and beyonds. Beyond war and peace, beyond passion and obsession, most importantly, you showed me freedom.", "First you were my wound, now you were my cure.", "But you saw something else in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago.." lines really hit hard when applied to them.
Of course, they can also make each other worse, feed into the other's negative traits that will bring out the worst part of themselves. It's this duality of their pairing that is very interesting to explore, the way it can steer in either direction because it's an intense, fraught relationship at its core.
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tteokdoroki · 2 months
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THIRD TIME'S A CHARM - kento nanami.
✩ — about. “my coworker is a wonderful person. they’re kind and sweet. they care a lot about others. recently, i’ve been having some…less than platonic feelings for them and i don’t know how to handle it." kento nanami never cared for workplace shenanigans. he never took his mind off of work. and he never thought he would develop feelings for his coworker, nor expect for them to feel the same way about him. what happens when he misses your three attempts to ask him out? perhaps reddit will know... ( 5.5K )
✩ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, angst, happy ending  - video banner ! AITA-verse!au, office romance!au, mutual pinining, cluelessness, misunderstandings, christmas time, mentions of alcohol, office worker!nanami, afab!reader.
✩ — things to note. happy monday everyone, i have for you yet another fic to go with my gojo one! this story was written as a gift for @antizenin bc i love her so bad !! can be read as a stand-alone but does make refrences to my AITA gojo fic !! thank you to @todorosie for beta reading! hope you enjoy beloveds <3 - series m.list ⋆ m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
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my coworker is a wonderful person. they’re kind and sweet. they care a lot about others. recently, i’ve been having some…less than platonic feelings for them and i don’t know how to handle it. my chest feels tight when they’re away and whenever they’re nearby my heart beats so fast i feel like i might pass. it would be a pleasure to date them or to just stand by them… there’s only one problem. i’m not usually the type of guy who engages in workplace shenanigans, i hardly know how to interact with people outside of the confines of my work. my coworker has made a few advances, at least i think they have. i don’t know how to respond or whether or not i’m over-thinking this. do they even like me? is it all in my head? i could really do with some advice… how should i go about this and telling them how i feel?  TLDR: i have a crush on my coworker but i can’t, for the life of me, tell if they like me back. 
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you’ve always liked your co-worker, kento nanami.
to those who don’t know him, he appears quite stoic and blunt, cold even. like the crisp weather at the start of winter, air that’s sharp and bites unpleasantly at your nose. nanami tends to act the same towards those he holds no affections for, blocking them out as if he were a fortress made of stone.
one may even paint a picture of kento nanami as a lone wolf — callous and uninterested in the buzz of the office. he stays late, works long hours, never engages with the gossip on your floor after work. 
that’s only the beginning of how the world sees your blonde co-worker.
but you have come to know nanami, in your short time working for Gojo Corporations. you’ve not been there very long, still adapting to the office culture and your brand new line of work, but in the few months that you have been finding your equilibrium in the office — you’ve gotten used to nanami’s demeanour, his ethic, his lifestyle. you’ve come to appreciate it, and him. 
the man works hard, with a quiet confidence about him that puts your mind at ease — a quality you only wished that you had. it makes you curious, how little he seems to care about what it is Gojo Corp actually does but how much of his time he puts into it and how much he cares for the people around him too. you’ve learned, by taking the desk to nanami’s left, that he’d risen pretty quickly in the company, he begrudgingly seems to be gojo’s (your boss’) favourite employee and that he’s surprisingly good at what he does for someone who hates it so much. 
he presents at meetings and debfriefs calmly, always gets through his tasks with an air of rationale and when you’d first started…nanami was kind, gently leading you through your own work as if he’d taken your hand in his and was guiding you to some place warmer — away from the chill of your nerves and self-doubt. in his own way, he cared. nanami was not as cold as one might think. 
there’s so much more to him than what meets the average human eye. ever since joining the company — you found yourself curious, wanting to know everything about him. what drives him, what pisses him off, where he wants to go and who he wants to be. beneath his calm, collected and commanding aura there is a man whose heart holds many secrets. a man you want to know… and might even want to be with.
the very thought of being with nanami makes you shy where you wish that you weren’t. maybe then, you could tell the blonde office man how handsome you thought he looked while concentrating on filing reports and paperwork. perhaps you could then steel your nerves and stop the shake in your voice while telling him how much you like the low dip in his own when he explains KPIs and stock markets to you. not to mention how hard he works on keeping his patience with not just you… but the interns megumi, nobara and yuuji as well (yuuji was the brother of someone your boss new very well back in college, apparently). the ways in which he’s taken the young trio under your wing, it’s a wonder you haven’t had baby fever yet.
nanami even extends the same grace to your man-child of a boss, he wouldn’t have stayed working for Gojo Corp and for satoru gojo if he didn’t. in some ways, they were like a little family at the company, and nanami was the responsible one always picking up gojo’s messes and holding the others together. 
especially on days when gojo came into work emotional over developments in his ex’s new life.
still, nanami stayed. 
and your crush on him bloomed like a light frost spreading across the double-glazed glass of a window. 
you felt your heartbeat speed up whenever nanami was close by and you could smell the ginger and cinnamon on him, not to mention, the hairs on the back of your neck would stand whenever your hands brushed over one another’s. nanami was warm on the inside, you knew that — he liked his interns, he cared for gojo especially when the days were tough (like when he holed himself up in his office after finding out his ex was getting engaged). he even brought lunch for the office floor. mostly soup for haibara whenever he got sick. 
you knew deep down that nanami was soft and loving — you felt that he needed love too. you wanted to be the one to give it to him, even if it was the last thing you did.
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ATTEMPT #ONE - THE CHRISTMAS PARTY. 
satoru gojo’s office holiday parties were far from what was considered appropriate for the workplace. 
with thousand dollar bottles of booze and jars of caviar dotted about the main conference room — it was hard for anyone not to be in high spirits. the notes of cheery christmas carols drift through your ears and the tinsel that your boss had thrown over your shoulders scratches at your neck uncomfortably. you’re not one for buzzing celebrations like this, they’re too noisy and loud, but gojo has made you promise to attend this year's party… and he was oddly convincing for a manager this unserious. 
ultimately, you were glad that you’d decided to come because while being spoiled by your boss was all good and fun — it provided you with the perfect social setting and opportunity to speak to your longtime crush, nanami. 
like you, he wasn’t a fan of forced mingling in the office, and had no interest in consoling his tipsy manager who was currently crying up a storm into one of his poor intern’s shoulders. the blonde office man kept to himself, tucked away by the bright lights of the christmas tree as he nursed a piping hot coffee — he wouldn’t be getting drunk on company time. 
you manage to break away from conversing with shoko and make your way over to the latter co-worker, swallowing down your nerves with a swig of the moscato satoru had so generously picked out for you — knowing that you liked the sweeter stuff and that it would probably loosen your lips enough for you to get this over with (he and those interns were fully aware of how much you admired kento nanami). sliding up beside the man, your long, embroided skirts swish against his ankles — only serving to pull his attention away from his work phone and onto you. 
taking a sip of your drink to warm yourself up with liquid courage and break the ice — you hum, quietly. “any plans for the holidays, kento?” you ask him simply, and though your deep and gorgeous brown eyes stay trained on the bubbles in your glass — you can feel kento’s own chocolatey pair land on the side of your face. whether they’re scrutinising you or admiring you, you can’t actually tell.
if you were looking, you’d be able to see the way that the sharp edges of kento’s usual expression soften across his face — the straight line of his lips are parted, his furrowed brows becomes relax and his posture no longer ridged, but instead, at ease. if you were looking you’d know that out of all of his co-workers (aside from the interns), kento is most comfortable around you. he find your meek and cautious demeanour adorable and the way that you sometimes awkwardly flutter around him in conversations is cute. 
“not much, just working.” he responds quickly and shortly. to anyone else, they would have taken nanami’s reply as cold and callous, but you? you smile softly, glad that he’s even taking part in your small talk. 
you’ve always been a little quieter than most colleagues at Gojo Corp, but you’ve always tried your hardest to make connections and bring the group together. you care for the interns so deeply, helping them to learn from your initial mistakes at the organisation and to do better. he likes that you’re good company, knowing just the right things to ask and when, allowing for comfortable silences when no one in the team feels like talking.
nanami likes you. 
and perhaps that’s what makes him awkward around you as well, the very fact that he can’t find fault in you — that you’re too sweet and kind and gentle to complain about like he would with nagging gojo. what does he say to someone as wonderful as you?
he doesn’t want the moment to end, however. “how about you?” 
the blonde says your name softly, as though he’s testing it out on his tongue — and you can’t help the warmth that blooms like a spring rose in your chest at the honeysuckle sound. you’re hot all over and you’re sure it’s not the alcohol. 
“f-family!” you squeak shyly, voice high pitched as you fend off excitement — having nanami elaborate on your conversations isn’t a usual occurrence. coughing, you take a sip of your drink and knock it down a notch. not that kento would want you to, since he finds your enthusiasm to chat with him so endearing. “i have family…coming. o-over the break! flying in from abroad, so it’s going to be special.”  the blonde’s brow raises with interest, and you latch onto the opportunity to speak with him further, basking in your quiet moment together. “i’m not usually one to cook, but my mother and i will be handling dinner together! so it’ll be a mix of all sorts of foods. traditional and from our home country too.” 
nanami slips his work phone away in order to give you his full attention. “that sounds…wonderful,” he settles on saying. he wonders what your family is like, if they’re as shy and endearing as you or louder like that of the dynamics at the office. he imagines you surrounded by love, by laughter and warmth… and can’t help but yearn for the same. “i do miss home cooking, christmas in new york isn’t quite the same as japan.”
“t-then you’re welcome to spend christmas with us!” you blurt before your mind can even process what you’ve said. now you really must be drunk, or tipsy at the very least. who just invites their coworkers over to their house without getting to know them first. “we’ll have more than enough to fix you a plate…if you’d like,” despite your overexcited blunder, you remain hopeful that nanami will accept your invitation or at least get the hint. that you want to know him better and spend more time with him. 
but nanami doesn’t take the hint, he can’t seem to figure out why you’d want to spend time with him outside of work, and so, puts up a respectful boundary. nanami smiles and puts down the coffee he’d been drinking. “i wouldn’t want to impose on your time with family.” 
you frown, the stacked bricks of your excitement coming tumbling down. “kento that’s not what i meant—“ 
“look!” gojo cuts in, slurring from across the room as he points a shaky finger at the two of you by the tree. “they’re standin’ un’da the mistletoe!”
both yourself and nanami look up in disbelief to find yourselves standing under calculatedly placed mistletoe — no doubt due to the meddling of your boss. though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss nanami, it was more of question as to whether or not he wanted to kiss you.
“gojo, you’re drunk. and i really should be getting back to work.” kento insists, clearing his throat and immediately looking away from you with a bashful blush. you’re perfect, and darling, and to kiss you really would make kento’s day…but he’d never want to make you uncomfortable or put you on the spot like this. “i have budget reports for your meeting in a few hours.” 
“fuck the reports, don’t you wanna kiss the pretty lady?” nanami looks to you, shying away from the conversation and squirming under the sudden attention of the office party-goers. “i wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable.” 
“i-i wouldn’t be.” comes your hushed whisper. 
nanami coughs to clear his throat, flustered by you. “are you sure?” 
having had enough of your back and forth, dancing around one another like two teenagers confessing to each other on white day — gojo steps in, forcing his drunk yet authoritarian hand. “come on nanamin,” the white haired man drawls impatiently. “if you don’t kiss her! i will!” 
“no!” you and nanami bark adamantly in unison — causing gojo to smirk and stagger happily while megumi and yuuji hold him up.
 “then go ahead and kiss. or i’ll have to fire you.” 
the idea of losing your job over a trivial christmas tradition is enough to spook you into agreeing. that and you couldn’t imagine kissing satoru gojo… the thought makes you gag to yourself. “fine,” nanami grunts before looking to and addressing you next, “do you mind?” 
you nod once, breath shaky. “it’s okay.” 
“where are you most comfortable being kissed?”
“um, i haven’t… i’ve not had my first yet so…” 
“ah, i see. i won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable then.” hearing the news makes something weird… stir within the blonde’s firm chest. being your first kiss, his co-worker’s first kiss is an appealing thought — almost a little twisted and selfish for him. to have that honour, to be the one you would give it to, makes his head spin. 
gojo cute through his train of thought, however. “god, would you too hurry it up!”
nanami rolls his eyes at his boss (which would have gotten anyone else fired.) but let’s the corners of his pink lips quirk up into a subtle smile directed at you, and only you. cautiously, he leans down as though not to spook you like a deer in the woods, and takes your hand in his larger and more calloused one. “sorry about this.” he hums quietly, the rough pad of his thumbs traversing through the ridges of your knuckles. 
“i-it’s fine.” you repeat your earlier sentiment, holding your burning breath as kento drags the back of your hand up to his lips. dark brown eyes meet even darker ones — your gentle gazes meeting in the middle as the tensions rise within the conference room. your entire body melts like butter in a pan and your heart bursts out your chest with the crescendo of the christmas music in the background when kento nanami presses a soft chaste kiss to the back of your hand.
your kiss under the mistletoe. 
once he breaks eye contact and snaps out of it — nanami is quick to announce is departure, covering up his flustered expression. “now, i really must be getting back to work. thank you for the party gojo,  kids,”  he nods at you softly with an utterance of your name and leaves not long after, leaving you with a flurry of butterflies in your tummy. 
leaving you a sheepish, warm mess because while you had intended to ask nanami out and failed, you still managed to get somewhat of a kiss. 
you press your hand to your lips, feeling the warmth of kento’s lips embedded into the skin there. somehow, you find it within yourself to ignore gojo's whine for a proper mistletoe liplock in the background — choosing to focus on the lingering touch left by your crush.
“how about the receptionist, she’s into you!” you hear yuuji suggest, earning a cheer from your stupid silver haired boss. 
the three interns plus gojo disappear from the party after that, while you remain stuck in place like a statue made of stones— repeating the kiss in your head over and over again, in your thoughts drowning in images of kento nanami. 
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ATTEMPT #TWO - THE SECRET SANTA.
“good morning, kento!”
“good morning to you too,” 
bristling from nanami’s warm greeting (as well as him calling you by your first name), you shuffle into the seat beside him with cold cheeks and bright eyes — doing your best to quietly shift out of your winter attire to make sure you don’t disturb the rest of the conference room. you’ve just snuck into the team meeting for Gojo Corp’s annual secret santa. this year would be your first time taking part and it took a hell of a lot of bribing (not really, just some locally made daifuku and the number of the receptionist gojo might be crushing on) to convince your boss to give you nanami for the special festive event. 
picking out a gift for your blonde haired and stoic presenting crush proved difficult at first. you already knew that kento spent a lot of time at the office, working hard and dedicating himself to hours of paperwork — but that wasn’t exactly useful to know when it came to gift giving. however, after weeks of gathering intel by tapping into whatever office buzz nanami was involved in and sharing short exchanges with him by the coffee cart outside of Gojo Corp, you’ve managed to learn two things about kento nanami.
one, his appreciation for something homemade or cooked — like the quaint family owned bakery not too far from the office. 
and two, his dream destination. the one place that he’s always wanted to vacation to — Kuantan, Malaysia. 
now you couldn’t exactly afford to just splurge and buy him a ticket over there, not to mention there was a considerate budget placed on gifts…but what you could do is bring nanami’s favourite things to the office. while gojo sets out the rules for staff, you gently place your carefully wrapped presents on the table before you, again, trying to avoid making a ruckus with the crinkling wrapping paper. 
“you’re a little later than usual.” nanami comments to you in a low tone, having been watching you this entire time. 
he would feel weird saying it out loud, but he notices that you’re always early into the office — clicking in around twenty minutes to nine every day and that you take your time in setting up your desk for the day. as though you have a routine to calm your anxieties.
“i had to stop by somewhere for a last minute gift.” you grin after a hushed quip. and nanami can’t help but find it contagious. you’re a warm ray of sunshine to him — one that he can’t help but want to bask under and be near, especially during this winter cold. you make kento feel at peace with your calm aura. the way you speak so tenderly and kindly. as he turns his attention back to a blabbering gojo, he finds himself growing jealous of whoever received your gift. whoever it is, he hopes that they appreciate your thoughtfulness.
after the rules are done, everything is exchanged between assigned pairs as gojo calls up who was responsible form who.
elation courses through nanami’s veins once he learns that his secret santa was you —  happy to know that he is about to be on the receiving end of your perfectly wrapped presents. 
“i hope you like them,” you bleat shyly, passing him the leopard print-covered gifts. the very sight makes him grin, since the paper matches his usual work tie.  
the blonde takes his time unwrapping each layer of paper — as if he doesn’t want to ruin all the hard work you put into presenting this perfectly for him. a strong wave of fondness crashes over your co-worker once the first present is revealed. nanami’s favourite, freshly baked sandwich from the japanese bakery downtown. the one he visits every day, and the same sandwich he orders every time. the one that fills him with nostalgia and reminds him of home. 
the next gift is even more thoughtful, and he fights off the urge to clutch his chest — as if cupid has shot an arrow right through his heart and made it yearn for you and your kindness. it’s a crocheted water lily, like those found in the Taman Gelora park in Malaysia. the same park that nanami has always wanted to go to. 
there’s a little postcard of the location too — with a note scribbled in your precise handwriting, wishing nanami a happy christmas. he tries not to dwell on the heart signed next to your name.
your saccharine voice slices through kento’s wild and appreciative thoughts delicately and he spares you a glance, watching your features as they illuminate with happiness from his reaction. you can tell that he likes your gift, and that fills you both with joy. “i heard from a little bird that you’ve always wanted to take a trip to Kuantan. and while i couldn’t get you a ticket myself, i figured these would be the next best thing. plus some food for your flight.” you joke while nanami thumbs the ridges of the yarn making up his water lily gift. 
he laughs then, remembering how yuuji had grilled him about his dream vacation weeks back. it must have been for you. 
you’re so selfless and thoughtful, it still blows the blonde office man’s mind that you would have gone through the trouble of getting him such a gift. most times, colleagues at Gojo Corp settle for fancy chocolates or snooty vouchers for department stores… but you used so much of your own time and effort to create something that kento nanami would truly appreciate. it drives him mad that he can’t seem to figure out why. why would you do something so nice for him? 
“i wish i could have gotten you something in return.” he mumbles fondly.
“i don’t need anything from you kento,” you say sweetly, making his heart race as you put your hand over his. “i appreciate you and you’re my friend. i don’t need anything more.” you figure now is a bad time to confess to him, in front of everyone. though you might have chosen the wrong words — because while you do want more from nanami, he now thinks that you don’t, pulling away from you slightly. “i… i appreciate everything you do for the company. a-and i like spending time with you. being your friend.” 
you facepalm internally, knowing you could have worded yourself better — but the realisation comes a little too late, for nanami is already pulling away from you, his once soft smile falling into place with the harsh lines of a frown. “thank you for the gifts,” he says, a little colder. now that he’s figured out why you truly made him those gifts. you see nanami as a friend, a good one. nothing more, like he had secretly hoped. “i must be getting back to work.” 
“o-oh but kento—“ he looks down at you icily, you have no idea why he’s being so cold. he hasn’t a clue either, it’s not like you know of his affections or fondness towards you. you thought that calling yourselves  friends would be just fine… at least until you found the confidence to confess properly. “nanami…did i offend you? i didn’t mean to pry with your gifts! i just wanted them to be perfect—“
“—you’re fine. just… duty calls. paperwork.” 
“oh, right.” you reply, weak and defeated, thinking that he’s mad at you. rejecting you again. “good luck nanami…”
“thanks,” he mumbles. “for this, and the gift.” 
“you’re welcome,” you say, mostly to yourself but before you can say more he’s disappeared from the conference room and gone back to his cubicle. 
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ATTEMPT #THREE - THE EVE OF CHRISTMAS.
as mentioned before, your boss isn’t exactly the serious type.
satoru gojo is silly and often irresponsible in regards to work. he’s had a lot to deal with and a lot to learn, he covers his mistakes with charms and smiles, but he’s learning. and when it comes down to it, satoru cares for the company, the office and most importantly —  his staff.
which is why he makes it a rule that no one in his main team should work over the christmas period — with no exceptions. 
of course, the ever-dedicated kento nanami has always found a loop-hole in avoiding the festive rule and his manager’s simple christmas wish. which is why, much to your chargin, satoru has meddled a little bit and sent you into the office to send nanami home. usually you wouldn’t mind the opportunity to speak with your crush, but after your second rejection from him in such a short space of time, you’re not so sure your little heart can take seeing the man before the holidays. 
you’d agreed to satoru’s request nonetheless, your family didn't arrive until tomorrow and you couldn’t live with yourself if you let kento work through the night. you still had feelings for him after all. 
when you arrive at your office, it’s dark and dim — matching the evening and it’s weather outside. you assume that any cleaning staff have already gone home, instructed by nanami who would also hate to keep people behind on Christmas Eve. it seems like him to offer to clean up after himself.
rounding the corner, you spot him in the conference room, tucked away by the tree from your christmas party as he taps away at his work laptop — no doubt finishing the Q3 report. you push past the glass door and make your way inside, tugging your scarf, hat and coat off while you watch nanami work. you hang them all up on a nearby coat rack.
“i know you’re there,” he speaks into the dark silence. “is that you, satoru? i’m not going home.” 
“actually, satoru sent me in here to make sure you weren’t working on Christmas Eve.” you respond in an even tone, ignoring the slash of hurt over your heart when nanami fails to even spare you so much as a glance upon hearing your dulcet voice. 
he instead scoffs, returning to his work. “tell him that i’m fine. i don’t need to be babysat. i know when to take a break.” kento doesn’t why he’s being so harsh with you, it’s not like you knew of his feelings. calling him your friend had been a token of kindness, but he let his rationality slip away and acted out because… what? he was afraid of your rejection?
despite his mean words, you stand your ground and refuse to leave kento alone. “i figured you might say that, so i bought you some food. these are cookies from the bakery that you like and they should keep you going,” you rummage in your tote for a small of cookies — pushing them across the large conference table for your stubborn blond co-worker. “the girl that works there is sweet. maybe we should go sometime, we can take a break from your work and have some cold turkey sandwiches ahead of Christmas Day—“
“if i wanted sweets i would have called up that meddling boss of ours, satoru,” nanami seethes, losing his patience. the more he looks at you, those big brown eyes and your soft, beautiful face, the more hurt he feels, the more nauseated he feels knowing that you might not like him the way he likes you. as  just friends, instead of something more. “why are you here?” 
you blink back your suprise. “w-what?” 
“don’t you have family to be spending the night with?”
“i do it’s just… i worry about you, nanami. you work too hard, it’s christmas.” 
“i really, really would like to finish the report so i can go home.” 
your face scrunches up with rage and using that same fury, you march over the blonde man in three short strides — grabbing his chair and whirling him around to face you. you slam his laptop closed with enough power to shatter the damn thing, fixing nanami to look at you. ”what is wrong with you?” 
“pardon?” 
“i’ve… i’ve been trying all month to show you how much..how much i care about you and how much i like you. but it’s like you don’t even see me.” your voice warbles despite how angry you are, tears threatening to spill over the edge of your lashes. everything hurts, you don’t know what you’ve done to make nanami resent you in the way that he does now. perhaps if you were different, more confident and self assured maybe he would notice your gestures and implications. maybe he would like you back.
you wish for the darkness of the office to swallow you whole and make you disappear as you and nanami do nothing but stare blankly at each other. however, the lights on the obnoxious christmas tree continue to flash in the corner — illuminating the crystal tears clumped in your lashes and the slope of your features with a perfect golden glow. nanami sees you, he always has…but what good would a man like him be to a girl like you? sure, he wants to settle down, wants christmas with someone he loves, somewhere comfortable where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing — let alone money.
…but nanami is a tough nut to crack, he keeps to himself so much that even now you’re struggling hard to get him to speak his truth, and his feelings. he wouldn’t want you to give up trying even while he struggles to open up. 
“i see you.” finally, kento finds his confidence and admits his truth to you. “i always have.” 
he stands from his seat, towering over you and you stumble back. “do you? i’ve tried so hard… to tell you…”
the blonde leans down to your height and your words trail off, overwhelmed by him. “to tell me what?” 
he prays that you can’t hear the pound of his heart against his ribcage or the blood rushing through his ears… but nanami has never stepped out of line or taken a risk and if he doesn’t, break the rules, he could risk losing the one good thing at this god forsaken place. “that i… that i like you. kento. i-i’m fond of you.” you exhale through your words, succumbing to everything that makes up kento nanami. his scent, gingerbread and fresh mint, makes you dizzy, his proximity makes your world tilt on its axis and you’re so nervous that you latch onto the collar of his dark blue dress shirt to keep yourself steady. 
nanami seizes the opportunity to pour into you every emotion that he can’t bring himself to say. his large hands settle gingerly on the small of your back and his warm breath coasts over your fleshly lower lip, as if to ask for permission to kiss you properly. “may i?” comes his timbre voice, equality as shaky as yours had been earlier. you shake your head ‘yes’, giving nanami your consent to press his lips against your own in a life changing kiss. the action is tender, guiding you in all of the right places where you lack experience. the fists you'd formed in the collar of his shirt loosen the more that nanami works your lips in his gentle kiss — warming the frost over your little heart. 
“i’m quite fond of you too,” he says your name after finally giving you the room that you need to breathe and kento brushes a thumb over your the swell bottom lip before he kisses you gently again. “i’m sorry i didn’t say so earlier.” 
still holding onto him, a breathy chuckle escapes you as if you’re in shock. “w-what…what changed your mind? i thought you didn’t like me like that…”
“it wasn’t my mind that needed changing. it was the way i saw how you felt about me… i should have asked instead of assuming you only saw me as a friend. that was my mistake,” nanami explains carefully, choosing his words wisely. “you’ve been fair and kind to me, and i failed to give you the same grace due to my own doubts. i admire you, and should have confessed to you sooner but i—“ 
“but you wanted to finish working first, i get it.” you giggle and lean up to peck kento on the lips, stealing the words right out of his mouth. “just… please talk to me next time. i thought you were mad at me.” 
your blonde co-worker, crush and now.. partner? (that was to be decided) gives your waist an apologetic squeeze — acknowledging his mistakes. “i owe you that much,” he replies warmly, “now how about those turkey sandwiches you were talking about?” nanami questions you awkwardly, in his own charming way of asking you out for a date on christmas eve. 
after packing up and like a gentleman, he retrieves your scarf, hat and coat from the nearby coat rack by the door and gently pulls them over you one by one. like he cares, like he might even love you. he even zips you up to protect your cheeks from the bitter cold. nanami folds his own coat over the bend of his and grasps your hand firmly in his — keeping you close as you walk out of the office, a newly formed christmas couple. 
somewhere off in the distance, the boss of the Gojo Corp office watches with a sly grin. while satoru might not have gotten his holiday romance, he’s glad his little plan was enough to get yourself and nanami together. 
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yaekko · 4 days
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regarding bff gojo, (sorry if this is insane) but can i request a bff gojo x fem!reader x random girl where they have a 3sum but gojo eventually just ends up paying attention to reader bcs he’s IN LOVE W HER ??!
⋆ mdni. bff gojo satoru. basically all things that happen in a threesome: Satoru, you and the girl make out w eachother, fingering, creampie ( to reader ). AAA NOT INSANE AT ALL I GOT BUTTERFLIES READING YOUR ASK 🫶.
 ⋆ tried this w a different writing style aaa idk how to feel. anyways... let me know what u think.
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sometimes you wondered what Satoru’s hidden skill was, to make you fall so easily into his schemes. was the puppy eyes he gave you, adding how he wanted to spend more time with his adorable best friend? following the logic that Satoru even texted you from the toilet, separation anxiety perhaps. he was blunt and direct, that’s a fact, but you did not expect for your him to suggest a threesome all of a sudden, sure, you had sex once but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that Satoru was already planning a second time.
the girl sitting in his bed is quite pretty, and oddly similar to you, with the same hair, skin tone and body shape, it was kind of scary at first, but you brushed it off considering it was a mere coincidence. yet Satoru looks utterly excited, almost bouncing off the walls as his eyes trail from you to her, and again until someone speaks.
“come here” he gruffs, your best friend’s voice is already husky and deep with desire, tapping his thighs in a silent invitation for you to join as where his hands caress the other girl’s sides, he’s cupping her breasts but his eyes remain on you, “you’re gorgeous” it’s a whispered word that Satoru speaks with his gaze still locked in yours, swiftly shifting to her eyes as to make her feel as if the compliment was for the both of you, Satoru knows it wasn’t.
and he tries, of course he tries to give you the same eagerness, but you look so fucking sexy perched on his lap, helping him get the other girl’s shirt off and he wishes it was your hands on him instead.
“Satoru” you breathe out his name, —a slight warning for him not to let the girl out after he spent the last minutes making out with you—, and he looks at you like you’re water in a desert, lips red and puffy from the intense kissing. with a brief nod he turns to her, pressing kisses on her chest and up her throat, licking on the skin before hesitantly kissing her lips, from your position on your sides, you could see Satoru’s eyes open, slightly turning sideways to look at you again.
you chuckle softly, finding his behavior slightly adorable, like a puppy looking for approval. carefully you approach him, deciding to press kisses on his neck at the same time Satoru groans and the girl whines, his eyes fluttering close at the intoxicating sensation of your lips, making him messily stain the front of his boxers with precum.
a couple of minutes pass until you’re all naked, Satoru having placed you next to her as you gently kiss, and in any other situation, he could have found the sight incredibly hot, but he can’t ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest. why aren’t you kissing him?
“you taste so good” the girl smirks looking at you, and Satoru’s brow twitches, she licks her lips seductively, almost fully ignoring the man’s presence currently kneeling between your bodies.
“you too” you speak with your face burning, and your best friend can’t take it anymore, leaning down to kiss you himself, almost fucking your mouth with his tongue; from behind the messy sound of your lips clashing you hear a whimper, looking from the corner of your eyes how she touched herself at the sight, biting her lip for a fleeting second before Satoru is tilting your jaw roughly, forcing you to focus in him.
Satoru’s hand is quick to find her dripping cunt, plunging a finger that quickly turns into two to keep her busy, moaning as if it’s the best thing that has ever happened to her, all to make you spread your pretty thighs and allow the dripping head of his cock to press against your pussy, if he kept on just kissing you, he would have cum all over your belly.
“so good, baby” he groans, eyes darkened and dilated pupils looking down at you as his cock stretches you out, you could see the way his breath hitched in his throat with each inch engulfed in your warm cunt; it’s a mess of lewd noises, from the girl’s moaning to your whines and Satoru’s grunts as he fucked you both, occasionally she raises up, attempting to caress his naked body towering over yours, but your best friend only slides his fingers deeper and harder inside her pussy, making her whine and lean down on the bed again, giving him enough space to suck on your tongue and swallow your moans that are only meant for him.
you can’t help and feel dizzy at the way Satoru looks and fucks at you, grinding his hips down so perfectly you’re sobbing in pleasure, and, for a moment, you’re left speechless when he forces your knees up his shoulders, fucking you so deep you couldn’t help and cry out, digging your nails on his back. that’s all Satoru needs.
a whimper of protest is heard, you are trying to raise your head but he’s quicker, cleaning his hand off her slick in the sheets before using both thumbs to press down your forehead, keeping you pinned as his body engulfed you fully, forcing you in a mating press with his mouth tasting your screams and your pussy swallowing the whole girth of him down the base, messily creating a sound where his hips roughly smacked against your ass.
you wondered if he always fucked like that, but the stimulation on your clit rubbing on his pelvis, g-spot tortured by the fat tip of his cock and nipples continuously rubbing against his hard chest made you forget about the rest.
“fuck, sweetheart” Satoru lets out a broken moan, half surprised half as if he was in pain at the sight of your almost rolled back eyes, mouth hanging open in desperate cries at the same time your pussy fluttered wildly. “you’ll make me cum so hard, this pussy was made just for me” he groans, not stopping his thrusts even if you gasp and cream his cock, he’s almost drunk, his own eyes threatening to roll back at the flutter of your cunt, begging for his cum.
a few more thrusts and he’s cumming deep into your pussy, with a sharp groan that makes you shudder. “’Toru... where is...?” you attempt to ask, but Satoru couldn’t care less, leaning down to kiss you without replying, but instead humping your pussy slightly, testing the waters if you’re ready for another orgasm.
“dunno” he swallows, uninterested, licking down the path of your throat and jaw until his nibbling on your collarbone, “can I fuck you again?” he begs, and there are the puppy eyes Satoru always gives you when he wants something, and how can you refuse when your best friend is so cute.
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voidloit · 2 years
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my friends when I say I can feel and see the difference when I gain 5-10 lbs:
UGH this skinny bitch is at it again!! 🙄🙄🙄 WOW 5 pounds?? really?? you can tell...RIIIIIGHT...🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ like that's literally nothing even on a petite person like you ugh get a fucking grip and talk to me when you have REAL weight gain 😒😒😒😤😤😤
my friends after I've gained mmmaybe 5 lbs but mostly just lost some tone in my muscle:
WOW 👀 looks like you've been able to keep on weight! that's great!! 🤭🤭🤭 because, again, it's obvious you've been eating! 😝😝😝 and yes I can talk about your weight as freely as I want, especially when I'm just being supportive by saying you obviously look bigger 😌😌😌
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belit0 · 6 months
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ahh, i just found out tobirama was about 40 when he became hokage! which makes him even hotter🤭. can you do a hokage tobirama and his young pregnant shy wife meeting his family and like people around the village
I need to EXPLICTLYYYY know where you got that information from bc confirming that he was a daddy brings a different flavor to his character🫠❤️‍🩹
For clarification purposes: Madara is blind in this piece. Hashirama healed Izuna before he died, under Madara's acceptance of peace, and Aniki never took his younger brother's eyes, preferring to go blind rather than steal his sight.
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No one dares to look him in the eye, let alone question the possessive hand that won't let go of (Y/N)'s hips. Her belly is too prominent to deny the situation, but no one is used to seeing the current Hokage with his wife.
Senju Tobirama devoted himself to hiding the woman he promised as a bride, unable to tolerate stares at her and unfortunate comments. Both men and women would send lust and desire toward her, and he would have no way to stop them all. What better remedy than to shelter (Y/N) until his ownership is undeniable?
Tobirama can be quite capricious.
The man even went as far as not allowing his own older brother to meet her, Hashirama himself excluded from the equation. To think that the former Hokage could betray his younger brother like that was ridiculous to everyone, but it wasn't about lust with him. No.
Tobirama hid (Y/N) because he refused to lose the one ray of light in his life (after Anija's solar shower, of course). His past is made up of death and disappointment, built as an unfeeling weapon of war by his father, robbed of the ability to empathize with anyone until the creation of Konoha.
His wife brought a peace he didn't know he needed into his life, a breath of fresh air even as nations struggled to not cooperate with peace, freedom among so much horror and suffering. (Y/N) showed him that life could be spent out of survival mode, that he could relax for sleep and accept another person into his bed without danger.
Having found what he always sought without knowing it, Tobirama could not afford to lose it.
Keeping her away from everything and everyone (beyond his possible jealousy) was also composed by the need to protect her, to remove her from the spotlight that inevitably comes with being the Hokage's future wife, to prevent her from being used against him. The albino's attitudes were based on affection, but now that (Y/N) is round with his creation, full of him, he can't help but proudly display her.
He strolls through the market streets with his head held high and his wife tightly in his grip, shooting hostile glances at anyone who looks at them for more than five minutes at a time. Of course he expects people to be surprised, but he doesn't want her to end up with the evil eye either.
"Hokage-Sama! Here, here!" shouts a little old lady from his favorite food stall. He can't ignore people from his village, those who trust him, and comes up to her stall to give her a smile unbecoming of Tobirama. "You look very happy, Hokage-Sama!"
"Ah... how could a man not be, having such a beautiful woman by his side?" And (Y/N) blushes, waving slightly at the little old lady and trying to hide the redness of her cheeks behind the sleeve of her yukata.
The elderly woman smiles, and hands them both a small package of food without accepting anything in return, "here, here, take this, enjoy life!" She practically pushes them out of her stall, and they resume walking to the point they agreed on with Hashirama.
People stare and stare at them, some even dare to congratulate the Hokage, give him blessings, ask if he could feel how many children are there. Some inquiries make him uncomfortable, and with just a blunt look he gets rid of those prying eyes.
They receive more gifts along the way, offerings of love and respect, food and decorations, townspeople declaring their eagerness to meet the Hokage's offspring. Tobirama would not expect to have interacted with so many people in such a short distance, and his social battery is noticeably drained, squeezing (Y/N) more and more protectively against his body.
By the time they reach Hashirama's house, the Hokage no longer wants anything to do with anyone.
"Ayoooooo! Tobi! You made it!" his older brother waits for them sitting at the door, like a little kid waiting for his dad to come home from work. The problem is, Hashirama is not a child, and not little one either. He pounces on the two, wrapping his arms around them and pressing their faces to his chest, invasive and effusive as always but enhanced by (Y/N)'s presence.
"Aaaa! (Y/N)! Finally released from your confinement! It's so beautiful to finally meet you!" Anija lets go of him, only to squeeze her separately, give her kisses on the crown of her head and clench her cheeks like a grandmother. Yes, Hashirama could be compared to a grandmother. "Have you looked... I mean, in there? See what's in there? We could ask Izuna to-"
"No."
"But-"
"No. It's a surprise." Tobirama pulls (Y/N) out of his arms, and hugging her enters the house he knows by heart. He heads straight for the courtyard, where he knows Hashirama (who comes behind him with his head down and feigning sadness) enjoys afternoons of tea.
Of course, he does not expect the surprise his brother has prepared for him there.
The whole clan, the whole damn family is gathered around a huge table, different from the one Anija prefers for his solitary lunches. Sitting in the two main seats, the Uchiha brothers, who have no business in a Senju house, full of Senju men and women.
Is this what peace looks like? Graphically represented? Tobirama wants to vomit.
"TOBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" He is greeted by his entire family as a whole, and the elders soon hover over both of them. Females kidnap (Y/N) to shower her with questions and love, all a carbon copy of how Hashirama behaves but boosted to the tenth.
The albino is also abducted, but by the young men and his older brother, who seems to have regained his cheerfulness. They sit him down in front of the Uchiha brothers, and it's like sending a cow to the slaughter.
"Tobi Tobes... I didn't know your family called you like that, neither that your wife was SO pregnant... He hides too many things from us, right Aniki?" Izuna starts, as usual, not missing a chance to poke him with whatever comes in front of him.
"Hm."
"How many children do you have there? 3? She's... prominent!"
"Get my wife out of your mouth before I make you remember why the war existed in the first place." It's a blunt threat, and the young men around him tense up. Peace is old at this point, but the habits of a life that no longer exists are hard to forget.
"He's joking! Yes, yes, he's kidding! No tobi?" Hashirama tries to disperse the waters, and it works, at least with those who don't know them inside out. Madara knows what's coming, and so does he somehow.
"You want me to see how many are there? With the Sharingan, I mean... it's not like I actually want to get inside-"
"Izuna. Enough." Aniki tries, and succeeds until the albino glares at his little brother.
"Madara... you're blind, but if only could you see the size of that woman's belly..."
"IZUNA!" This time it's Hashirama, who gets indignant every time the Uchiha speaks so lightly about his brother's eye condition. Maybe it's the way they both have of cooperating with the situation, but it's still terrible in his ears.
The Uchiha leader chuckles under his breath, and it's all the validation Izuna needs to go on.
"So, what do you say, Tobi Tobes, want to check it out?" and before he can activate his Dōjutsu, two huge branches stop them both. Tobirama, who was in the process of pulling out a kunai and jumping to his throat, is imprisoned in his seat. Izuna, about to reveal the mystery the couple wanted to keep, has a huge trunk wrapped around his head in the eye area.
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
"Fuck all of you guys." And everyone turns around in surprise, because this time it's (Y/N) doing the talking. She puts a hand on her husband's shoulder, dodging the wood on him, and gives a pleasant smile to the Uchiha brothers. "We'll find out how many children are here at the time of delivery, for the time being, I appreciate your efforts, Lord Izuna."
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More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)
Chapter 3: My darling, my dearest, my dead.
Words: 4k
a/n: Hi, hello!! so we finally meet the dreaded ex and even though you can imagine who you like, since writing it i always had Oscar Isaac in mind bc THAT MAN MAKES ME FEEL THINGS and also he makes one hell of a villain so you can't really blame me.
anyway, enjoy the chapter and remember that reblogs and comments are the way to show appreciation for your favorite creators and lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!
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He could have done more than just stand there- looking at her with that stupid expression over his face- the one many use when all the words have evaporated into thin air. But then again, what could he say, especially to someone he assumed he’d never see again? Her expression sat stoic, apart from the slightly raised eyebrows waiting in expectation, there was nothing in her face that revealed the storm inside her head.
“So?” She spoke over the ringing in his ears and brought him back from his memories. “You gonna say something or just pretend I’m not here?”
“Uhm, H-hey…?”
“Hi.” She repeated with certain disdain and a dry smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
He felt like a fish out of water, mouth rounding around the words but never able to truly push them past his throat. “Wha- what uhm, what are- uh…”
“I’m on holiday.” She answered for him and shrugged, cutting his torture short, though he thought that was more than he deserved. “I wanted to see what the great Beef of Chicagoland was all about…” Ross added and let her eyes wander from his to the dimly lit and emptied room.
Something about her analytic gaze made him stand straighter and rub the back of his neck in anticipation for her verdict. 
“We’re, uh, renovating.”
Ross offered a single nod and a weak hum as her serious expression landed back on him. “Makes sense.”
A still silence fell over them again, forcing Camry to fidget with his knuckles and take another long drag of the already wavering cig. He wondered if the lack of conversation had always felt so stagnant between them- like the middle of July- or if time had truly taken a toll on their interactions. He heard her shuffle against the newspaper covered glass once more, but didn’t dare to raise his head until she spoke again.
“I heard about your brother…” She started, cracking her knuckles out of habit. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“S’fine.” Carmy answered instantly, the words had already nestled into a permanent space in his mind, but at least for her, he knew they were genuine. “Thank you.” He said and added “I’m sorry for, y’know… everything.”
A slight curve around her mouth broke the cold glare settling over him and despite the somber tone around them, the simple action let a wave of fresh air pass into his lungs.
“What part exactly?” Ross asked, digging her palms into the back pocket of her jeans and moving slowly in direction to the dusty counter. “Leaving with no explanation? Not even letting me know you were alive… or for being an overall idiot for as long as I’ve known you?” 
The refreshing bluntness of her tone pulled out a soft chuckle from his knotted chest and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Carmy reached again towards the packet resting beside him and lit another tube between his lips, waiting, as if the words were magically hidden between the embers and smoke. 
As she waited for an answer, Ross pulled out the stool a few feet beside him and took out a cigarette without asking, it’s not as if he would have said anything anyway, at least nothing other than:
“You smoke now?”
Ross shrugged again and sucked the smoke into her mouth. A gleam from her left hand caught his eye. Carmy couldn’t help the surprised expression falling over his face at the sight of a thin gold band wrapping around her delicate finger, or the shimmering stone that was placed upon it. 
He signaled with his head in direction to ring. “That’s… new.” He said.
She pulled her hand back at arms length and admired the perfectly polished stone with a new spark behind her eyes, as if the owner of said promise reappeared in her memories each time she looked at it.
“Yeah… you remember Frank?” 
Carmy’s expression grew even more surprised at the mention of his former co-worker. The one that Ross, if he remembered correctly, didn’t even give the time of day. 
“Yeah…shit, Frank?” He asked, incredulous. 
“Ugh, gross no.” The girl answered and Carmy’s shoulders fell in relief. “One of his cousins.” 
Her eyes went from the shimmering rock to the plastic covered pop machines they had yet to take out and Carmy could almost see the memory of her lover replaying over her softening features.
“We uh, we met a month after you left… I guess it just clicked.” She shrugged and finally turned to him.
From up close, he could see how much her face had truly changed. There was little trace of the jovial features he had known, yet the spark in her eyes remained. It wasn’t for him anymore though, that much he knew, and it would have probably affected him more a year ago than it did then. 
“Finally someone my age-“ Ross joked and slightly swayed in his direction. Carmy sniggered back, relieved that the tension was slowly withering away. 
“I’m glad.” He responded sincerely as a gentle smile unfolded over his features. 
The girl nodded slowly and smiled back, tearing her gaze away and refocusing it back to the lit tube dangling from her fingers. 
“How’d you know?” He blurred out the thought that had been kneading itself in his head for a few weeks now.
“What?”
“Y’know… that he’s- that they’re, y’know-”
“The one?” She answered for him in a teasing tone that made him roll his eyes but nod back.
The room went quiet as she thought, only his foot continuously tapping against the floor in angst was heard. Ross’ brows slowly raised up as her eyes examined his nervousness closely, then she turned her body fully towards him and leaned against the counter.
“I dunno, honestly.” Her response was simple and he tried to swallow discreetly so as to not show his disappointment. “It’s different for everyone.” She reassured. His eyes rose expectant to her face once more. “I felt… peace. Like I can finally breathe and I’m not struggling to hold my head above the current anymore.”
Carmy knew the feeling she was referring to, the consistent pressure crushing his lungs that no amount of cigarettes could numb out but that suddenly, the single thought of you, fixed. The weight that fell off his shoulders as soon as he crossed the entrance to your home and the glee on your face as you saw him, that was the peace she was referring to. You weren’t the bandaid that temporarily taped up his shitty moods, but the whole damn antibiotic that eradicated the virus altogether.
“Listen, I-” Ross stopped abruptly to gather her scattered thoughts, exhaled loudly, then continued. “I just wanna get it off my chest. I did like you, Carmen, like a lot, but… we would have torn each other to pieces.” Her sigh came out like a nervous chuckle.
He nodded again and swallowed hard, taken back. “Right- yeah no, definitely.”
“With Jonathan it’s easy. It’s like breathing, just second nature. And in spite of everything that went on with us, I still mean what I said before… I do hope you find that one day.” For a second, her features softened into the girl he had known more than a year back, the one who had truly seen him when no one else had. 
Your face instantly appeared in his mind. That morning at the farmer’s market, the cold breeze had tainted your soft cheeks pink and the fuzzy knitted scarf swallowed half your face whole. His chest felt like it could concave suddenly and he felt like an absolute idiot for not realizing it sooner.
An uncontrollable grin spread around his face, raising his flushed cheeks up to his eyes. He coughed slightly to clear his throat but it only fused with a soft snigger that filled him with an unfamiliar warmth.
“Yeah…” He exhaled as his eyes caught the same shimmer as the stone. “Yeah, I think I have.”
“I’m glad.” Ross repeated his words back, nothing but honesty clear on her face. 
**********
The dull and foggy sky mirrors your mood as you mark your steps over the cobblestone, bouquet held tight in between your gloved hands. 
You haven’t visited since the funeral, it had been too painful to do so. One loss after another had been enough to topple your fragile mental health and you were sure that if you had visited before being ready, it would have guaranteed a similar headstone beside hers. Despite the slight jittering of your fingers though, you’re sure of every step you take, careful to move around the more weathered graves.
Your heart leaps in your chest once you spot the space reserved for your grandmother. The headstone is more dramatic than the ones that surround it, but then again, she never did anything small. There’s a carved limestone angel that guards her sleep as it rests with crossed arms over it, wings wrapped around the slab. It still looks relatively new, despite sitting in the hard Chicago weather for a year and part of you feels guilty for visiting after so long, but you know she would have understood. 
Your nose has started to freeze with the chill wind and you use one gloved hand to wipe away the rogue tear that tickles your nostril, before slowly stopping in front of the grave. 
“Hola abuelita.” You whisper and sniff with difficulty. “Te traje Claveles.” 
The dead grass snaps quietly as you sit cross legged and lay the vibrant flowers right under her name. With empty hands, you begin to play with the loose threads of your worn out gloves as you search for something to say. ‘Not like you can hear me, anyway.’ you think to yourself bitterly, then a humorless chuckle escapes when the image of her, slightly smacking the back of your head, comes to mind.
“Sorry.” You reply instantly, as if she could see your thoughts. “I’ve never been good at this sorta thing, you know me.”
The morning is mostly quiet, despite a few chirping birds and the light traffic that sneaks past the trees, everything is still. 
“Nice place you got here…with the shade n’ everything- Mom says hi. I asked Papi si quería saludarte, but he says he’ll come by next week as always.” Your throat begins to close up and you try to clear a pathway with a few subtle coughs.
You reach out to clean off the few petals that fell from the dried flowers your grandfather left last week and another batch of tears bundles over your bottom lashes. You’ve always admired their love, the kind that transcends even after the other is gone, because ‘til death do us part’ doesn’t really carry any meaning when you truly love someone.
A softer smile takes the place of the teary one as the memories of Sunday mornings sitting between them and watching old movies invades your mind. She’d braid your hair with dexterous hands as you watched various men porcelain their love to a young Rita Moreno through the black and white screen. The whiff of coffee and cigarettes from your grandfather felt like home and the loving whispers they’d share with one another behind your back put the prettiest bird songs to shame. 
“A lot’s happened since you left…” Your voice carries out through the wind, but you like to imagine that it's taking your words to her. “I met someone- not the asshole I told you about, you were right about him… someone else. His name’s Carmy. You would’ve liked him, Papi does, pero ya sabes como es, he won’t admit it. He’s been through a lot, but he’s still really sweet. He’s a fighter… I think he’s the one.” Your epiphany goes quiet in the secluded cemetery and your heart starts to beat even faster as the words sink in.
You’ve come to the conclusion that the bad thing about being surrounded by so much love is you’re always searching to replicate it. Your grandparents loved you so much, that the need for a father never even crossed your mind, and they loved each other even harder that all you ever wanted growing up was a love like that of your own. You went through countless partners in search of “the one” and always came out empty handed, but she was always there- with her cafecito and old movies- to pick you right back up. 
What scares you now is that she isn’t there to pick you up if anything were to happen anymore, and after Isaac, you’re not sure if you can go through another broken heart as bad as that one.
You huff out a hard sigh and wipe your cheeks a little too hard, tainting them pink. 
“I’m sure.” You repeat again a little louder to drown out the critical thoughts. “No- yeah, I am. I am.”
The distracting vibration from your phone pierces the calming silence and gives you a chance to leave the vexing thoughts behind.
“What-”
“-the fuck did you do?!” He yells from the other line as soon as you answer, making you pull the phone away from your ear.
“Hello to you too J-“ 
“What the fuck did you do-” Your brother interrupts again and you roll your eyes. “-I just saw that lanky tall guy from your old job drop my mom off at the house!” 
“Really? That was fast…” 
His frustrated groan vibrates across the receiver while you unfold your legs from under you and stand up. You place a quick kiss over your fingers and place it over the tombstone before moving back to the entrance. 
“I don’t know what the big deal is, she’s an adult, she can go out with who she wants.”
“Yeah, exactly. Who she wants, not the first asshole you put in front of her.”
“Oh, you jealous you’re not the only man in her life now, huh?” 
Joshua scoffs and you can imagine how he impatiently rolls his eyes before mumbling a ‘fuck you’.
“Fuck you too, dude. Why don’t you get a life and stop worrying about what my mom does with hers.”
“Fine- but when she comes home crying cause that fucker broke her heart, Imma send her straight to you.”
“Fine!”
“Good!”
He doesn’t wait for another response before ending the call. You shove your phone back into your coat with a huff and pull your car keys out instead.
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There isn’t much you can do during the winter classes. Since the day recedes to night earlier than usual, the courses have been shortened to an hour long, which then shrinks to 45 minutes after trying to get the kids settled into their stations. Only after months on the job do you  finally understand the vexing task of a sheep herder.
By the time the sky has gone from blue, to orange, to an angelic lilac, only two little ones remain and you’ve been making the most out of their cooperative nature by having them haul their drying works into the back. They do so excitedly, between debates over which dinosaur is the best and why it’s the T-Rex. The conversation brings a smile to your face as you hear their voices slowly fade away from the inside storage. 
It’s a few minutes past 8 when the bell from the entrance door dings and a sigh of relief exits your chest. 
“In the back!” You call to whoever arrived.
While the echoing steps move closer, you turn with your attention fully on the jar of paint that doesn’t want to screw on correctly. Once you get it right and the steps have stopped a few yards away, you look up with a kind smile that vanishes as soon as your eyes settle on the man in front of you.
Your lungs have stopped working completely. Your fingers hold a deadly grip on the jar, bending the plastic with enough strength to turn your knuckles white. Without taking your eyes off him, you blindly settle it back down on the cart and try to regulate your racing heart and breath.
The moment you see him again, everything stops in the most terrible of ways. It feels like standing by the edge of a panic attack, but not falling all the way through, just feeling the waves of cold  sweats traveling down with every heaving breath. In an attempt to ground yourself, your fingers dig into the rough fabric of your apron, instantly absorbing the wetness of your trembling hands and for a second you swear that if you were brave enough to look down, you would find your guts splattered all over the wooden floor.
“Hi Uncle!” The little boy rejoices once he spots the man and walks to your side, oblivious of your hardening gaze on his guardian.
You swallow down the sickening sweetness that your afternoon tea had left in your mouth. “Kenny, where’s your mom?” You rub a hand over his hair with a forced smile.
“She had  a late meeting.” The man’s strong voice vibrates through the walls with little effort, the sound ringing in your ears.
“This is my uncle Isaac.” Kenny adds as if you didn’t already know and the simple mention of the name rips your gut open once again.
You keep your eyes glued on the child, thinking that maybe if you don’t acknowledge the man disturbing the room, he would vanish into thin air like a mirage. ‘Or combust violently’ the voice in your head muttered viciously.
“Can you be a dear and take the last reference pics to the back? Inside the red basket, please. And then grab your bag, okay?” You indicate with a last gentle pat over his shoulder.
He salutes then runs to the doors and out of earshot. With another shaky breath you turn back to the paint cart and try your best to swallow down the knot of bile that has begun to grow.
“I need a permit from his mother to let him leave with a stranger.” You state as calm and collected as your growing anxiety allows you.
His deep chuckle reverberates through the crystal walls and lands on your skin, chilling it to the touch. “What, so I’m a stranger to you now?” He asks.
“You’re nothing to me as far as I’m concerned.” You scoff as you push the cart back to its original place, doing your best to calm the nausea that the memories of seeing him at the charity event are causing.
“Oh, cut me some slack, I’ve been trying to apologize.” 
“Yeah, and what’s that good for?” You spit out instinctively, turning around with new found irritation.
The look on his face is full with triumph and your palm itches with the need to punch the smug off his dumb face. You wish you had the same courage as that night, when you followed him out the gallery with every intention of denting his jaw, but that kind of bravery only comes with alcohol and there is unfortunately none in sight. 
“C’mon Fox…” He says through a sly smile and takes a step towards you, immediately making you take one back.
“Don’t call me that, you don’t get the right to call me that after what you put me through.”
There’s a stare in your eyes that would send any sane man running for the hills, but Isaac has always been anything but. He takes it as a challenge instead, tilting his head to the side like a hunter analyzing its prey, with a toothy grin that exposes the canines in an almost charmingly vile way.
His eyes drag slowly down your body with an obvious gesture, one that has you crossing your arms over your chest to shield as much as you can from his view. “Then what can I call you? Mi amor?” He says instead.
“Call me nothing, no soy tu amor.”  You mutter through gritted teeth and move quickly around the room to finish collecting the last of your supplies. In the back of your mind, you rush the kids to finish quicker, but their debate keeps them too entertained.
“Oh, but I recall how much you used to love it.” His words slither out with venom and his eyes narrow in satisfaction when he notices you stop fully in your tracks and give him another angry stare. “Did you forget how much fun we used to have?” 
“I remember how you fucked up my life-” You remark over his words, but he speaks over them again. 
“Remember when I took you to The Met?” With each word, the bile in your throat feels more inevitable, clawing its way higher up. “How you thanked me so well for the trip in those lacy blue-”
“-Yo babe, sorry I’m so late-” His booming voice invades the room as soon as he appears past the exhibitions, bringing a wave of fresh air into your dying lungs. “-Cousin finally got the permits from Cicero so-”
Ava’s excited footsteps charge out the back and towards her dad, followed by a calm Kenny carrying a Spiderman backpack. The excitement from the children is enough to trigger your migraine but it doesn’t matter because you’ve never been more thankful for Richie’s terrible time management skills. 
When he finally has his daughter securely in his arms, Richie’s eyes dart from you to Isaac, finally feeling the thick air that stays stagnant between you. 
It only takes him a second to notice your stance, the hardness of your jaw and the menacing stare you give the man beside him. “Am I interrupting anything-“
“No.” You’re quick to answer. “They’re just leaving so…”
Kenny stretches his hand up to take your high five goodbye and promises Ava they’ll finish their debate tomorrow while Isaac doesn’t move. He’s still, with a defiant gaze that feels like minutes, then he swings Kenny’s bag over his shoulder and takes a few strides in your direction, stopping less than a foot away. You don’t retreat this time and despite the height difference that’s more obvious up close, you eye him down with all the anger you can muster. 
He pulls something you can’t see out of the pocket of his coat and brings it up to your view. The signed permit rests between his index and middle finger as he offers it to you, but once he sees you won’t take it, he flicks his wrist towards the desk beside you and lets the paper fall lazily over it. 
“I’ll see you around…" Isaac whispers like a menacing promise. "the paint suits you, by the way.” It’s low enough for only you to hear and the smile that goes along with his denigrating tone makes your face turn in disgust. 
Your gaze launches daggers at his back once he turns and takes the small boy by the hand, disappearing past the installation and your lungs only stop burning when the bell dings a final time. 
“What’s that asshole’s problem?” Richie mutters, hand over Ava’s ears and stare lost in the space left empty. 
The desk beside you has never felt more sturdy than the moment you let yourself fall back on it, the adrenaline has finally left  your system and turned your legs into jelly. It screeches lightly and makes Richie turn his head towards you, concern evident once he spots your colorless face. 
“Hey, hey kid, you okay?”
“Wha- yeah, yeah I’m fine. It’s Just um… it’s just been a really long day.”
“Yeah…” He plays along and takes a few weary steps towards you. “Probably doesn’t help that you’ve been smellin ‘ this shit all day either, huh?” He says, taking one of the closed jars with his empty hand and scanning the label.
“Yeah… that’s probably it.” You reply absentminded as your eyes focus past the glass, hoping to not catch sight of the man. 
“Mhm…” Richie repeats in the same tone. “Listen, I know cousin’s got your car and he’s still at the restaurant so if you pack your stuff now, I'll drop you off at home.”
You nod a few times, eyes still on the glass, then with another heavy sigh, you clear your throat and push yourself off the desk. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thank you, Richie.”
You move quickly behind your desk and pull out your already prepped bag and keys- careful to not let him see the wayward tear that the strange confrontation has left behind- before tucking your hair behind your ears and giving him a thin lipped smile. 
“Thank you.” You whisper towards him.
Richie shrugs his shoulders and the little girl that’s already falling asleep over them stirs lightly. 
“What’s family for?” He replies and for the first time since you’ve met him, both his voice and demeanor carry a strange serenity that makes you understand why his daughter is peacefully asleep by the time she reaches her car seat. 
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imisssummer · 1 month
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MEANNNN non con w dom geto n fem reader. I’m talkin rough, degrading, sadism, all that good shit
Ofcofc no pressure Tyty 🫶
𖤐 — nsfw, non-con/rape, degradation, asphyxiation, i went w student suguru bc he’s best suguru, hope this lives up to anon’s expectations!!!
Suguru would say he’s a fairly blunt man, he’s curt when he needs to be, cunning when it’s necessary— in other words, he likes to have the last laugh.
So really you shouldn’t be that surprised as he pushes you into an empty classroom, near the back of the jujutsu school. You’re shoved to your ass, on top of an old and dusty school desk, Geto is scary as he looks down at you with heavy, dark eyes, an unreadable emotion in the stare, but you know he’s mad when he opens his mouth to speak,
“what gives you the right to embarrass me, slut?”
You stir at the brash name, snapping your head up to look at the dark-haired man with fierce, wide eyes, and you can’t quite bite your tongue when you see the smirk forming on his face at your reaction, clearly getting the one he wanted.
“Excuse me-” you’re cut off by your own gasp, as Suguru pushes you to your back on top of the desk, not wasting any time in flipping up your school skirt, pulling at your panties, and slapping hard at your thighs as you begin to thrash them. He drops the lacey fabric to the floor, to grind his clothed cock over your bare pussy, and with nearly all of Geto’s weight on you, you can’t move to get away from his body— from his cock.
“Get off of me-” you’re cut off once more, this time by a sharp, stinging slap to you cheek. Your face flys to the side at the slight force, lips pressed in a small frown, and eyes slowly filling with hot tears. You can’t fight him, he’s the stronger sorcerer, and you know that.
You find yourself snapping out of your subtle trance, as you feel something, warm and thick, nudging at your pussy. Your choked as you feel, see, and hear, Suguru’s harsh thrust into you. You feel yourself about to scream out, but a strong hand collars around your neck, gripping harshly, and stealing every last breath from you.
“Shut up.” He spits out with malice, hand tightening around you, oxen eyes sharping to daggers, “or I’ll make you bled.”
You sob at the indication, hands making way to his warm hand around her neck, grip weak from the lightheadedness, vision going spotty, you gasp a soft, “please.”
He gives you a mere breath of air, just to strangle you harder than ever, yet he slows his hips. Lengthy fingers pulling at your dress shirt, exposing your chest to his greedy eyes, and he wastes no time in leaning down to suck deep, dark hickeys into your skin.
Using the leverage from choking you, he begins fucking into you once more, he’s splitting you open on his cock, pussy trying to take in every aching inch, as best as possible. When he hits particularly deep, he tightens his jaw, as well as his grip around your, no doubt, brushed neck, and you feel closer than ever to passing out.
Your head begins to slump back against the desk, the hard wood now comfortable to lay on, as your vision goes foggy. Your head throbs as it drops, there’s a dull ache that’d soon turn to a headache, your flipped to ur stomach by the time you come to your senses, hips digging uncomfortably as your dangled on the wood. There’s a grip on your waist, followed by a loud slap to your ass, hand smoothly going over the reddening flesh, needing the area he pushes into you again.
You feel gross, sweaty, and so so violated. The sounds of Suguru’s voice is muffled as you try and zone out, failing as you hear his harsh words, calling you nothing but a ‘stupid whore,’ as he has his way with you. Slapping your ass, he starts his brutal pace once more, this time searching for his pleasure in your pussy.
You soon feel him pull out of you, warm cum is on you from your lower back to your ass, and before you realize it the classroom door is closing as Suguru leaves like nothing happened, and your too exhausted to care.
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bratphilia · 5 months
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william afton nsfw alphabet i beg 🙏🙏 btw i love your blog you're doing god's work <33333
note: so um. i literally told michy, and i quote, "i cannot outdo the doer i fear" bc her william nsfw alphabet was so mf good like i was really worried i would not be able to come up with something original. so if you see any similarities to this!! it's her's!!
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a = aftercare
not really affectionate. depends on who you are to him tbh. if you're just a fling/fuck buddy, you're pretty disposable to him (just gonna be blunt) therefore he's usually more concerned about himself. however if you're his wife you are allowed exactly one peck on the lips. he usually hits you with a cheesy one liner that's supposed to be comforting regardless.
b = body part
ass man ass man ass man. his favorite place to pull out on. he loves to spank you watch it jiggle as well as you jolt. loves to grab on it, snap the band of your panties on, bend you over his lap, etc.
c = cum
must. finish. inside. will buy you plan b, or just pull out on your stomach, titties, or, his favorite, your ass, but only if he has to (ie you're quite a taboo couple that may never see each other again). loves to paint your face after you suck his dick.
d = dirty secret
wants to hold a knife to your throat and make you call him william. he gets so tired of hearing you cry "steve!" that he just mostly makes you call him "daddy" or "sir." either that or he wants to try a cnc scenario where he's hunting you down as william.
e = experience
a lot of experience. if you have no experience, he just can't help but want to ease you into every little kink of his!! and if you're experienced? he likes that too because he wouldn't have to teach you to do everything.
f = favorite position
doggy style because he loves to see your ass bounce, especially when you look back at him and thrust backwards. it will have him thrusting into you even harder. also loves mating press and grasping onto your thighs so you have little free will. he loves any situation where you're completely at his disposal.
g = goofy
not goofy at all. this is serious business.
h = hair
very shaven!! he has a happy trail but shaves his pubes.
i = intimacy
even if it's rough, it feels intimate (hence why it can never be funny to have sex with him). loves to press his forehead against yours and force you to look into his eyes as he pumps into you.
j = jack off
takes pictures with and without your consent for masturbation material. he'll even go onto your social media and stroke himself to pictures of you with friends or family (zoomed in on you ofc) ITS FUCKING WEIRD. he jacks off literally at any opportunity he can find.
k = kink
loves it when you call him daddy. no questions asked. he loves the power dynamic it creates. has a huge degrading kink. expect to be called "slut" and "whore" AND he loves to be degraded by getting called a "pervert" or a "dirty old man." has a huge age kink, once again, loves the seniority.
l = location
anywhere and everywhere. he doesn't have a bucket list or anything but he just has to have you wherever he pleases! even if you're not totally onboard with it, he'll find other ways to convince you.
m = motivation
he just has high libido. point blank.
n = no
would immediately stop if you asked him to call you "mommy" or got way too cocky while he lets you have a little fun dominating him for once.
o = oral
he loves forcing his cock down your throat and fucking your face, don't get me wrong! but he loves smothering his face in and making out with your cunt. it's to the point where it's not about you and more about him satiating his personal hunger.
p = pace
depends on what he needs and william's mood varies minute by minute. if he's angry, expect it to be taken out on you with many spanks landed on your ass, hand in your hair, and all kinds of degrading insults thrown at you. if he's feeling more in the mood, he'll go slow and torture you, filling you up inch by inch, edging you, and making you beg him for your orgasm.
q = quickie
not a fan. must fuck you fully or not at all.
r = risk
does not want kids. he's very upfront about that. so even if he comes inside you, he's very very sure that you take a contraceptive.
s = stamina
has insane stamina for his age. will fuck you like a rabbit for hours.
t = toys
LOVESSS to torture you with all kinds of vibrators and dildos. wants to try tying all your limbs and holding a vibrator to your cunt to see how much you can take.
u = unfair
read above. he's also very much into bondage. loves to restrain your body and eat you out nice and slow, making sure his beard scratches in all the right places.
v = volume
depends on your disposition. more often than not he takes it as a compliment if you scream. but if you need to be quiet (cough cough stepdad!william) he'll stuff your panties in your mouth, choke you so you get the message, or just clap a hand over your mouth and threaten to "make you shut the fuck up" if you don't.
w = wild card
wants to try a threesome with a younger man to show him how a real man fucks. only rule is that he absolutely has to pull out, or else he's going "missing"
x = x-ray
you know what they say about big hands. mans is HUNG. he definitely gets more swollen as he gets hard too.
y = yearning
like i said, his libido is extremely high at all times. even in the most wrong situations. he even gets hard watching you genuinely upset/crying over something and asks if he can compensate to make you "feel better."
z = zZz
doesn't really care about waiting until you fall asleep. personally believes sleep is for the weak and there's so much he hasn't done yet.
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vrabbiit · 2 years
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Hope this is okay to ask, but how do you think Freddy, Sun, and Moon would react to their S/O being scolded/talked down to by an angry patron/parent/etc to the point of tears? (Definitely not projecting bc a lady chewed me out over the phone not even an hour into my 8 hour shift and made me cry in front of my boss lol nope no way--)
ohhh boy i hope you're ok anon!!! but i can relate hard to this so i hope it makes you feel better! i ended up writing full on short-fics for this, whoops!
Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack (doesn't happen in the writing though!)
Glamrock Freddy |✧˖*°࿐ . . .
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Freddy may be the pinnacle of politeness and good customer service, but even he has his limits. And this patron, from what he'd seen around the Pizzaplex, was pushing them as far as she could. He hesitated to use the word "Karen" (not that he necessarily understood the meme), but with the way she was admonishing the few human staff with barely a glance at the children she was dragging behind her, it would probably be an apt description. He'd seen her complain at the entrance staff for her having to queue like everyone else, heard her raise her voice when the food she'd snappily ordered "wasn't hot enough", and even witnessed her huff because her child wasn't allowed to jump the queue at Fazer Blast.
All of that, he could keep his composure through. If he gave the clearly exhausted workers a sympathetic word or glance through the day, that was just him being a good coworker.
His absolute limit came, however, when he saw the woman round on you. Simply walking through the Pizzaplex in uniform (even though he knew it was your lunch break) had painted a target on your back for the unpleasant parent, and he watched from a distance as she stalked up to you and tapped your shoulder much more harshly than necessary. He couldn't quite hear what you said, but before you could finish your sentence the sound of her shrill voice pierced his ears, interrupting you. Rude.
Your eyes widened slightly, and you shook your head, presumably trying to explain that whatever she wanted from you, you couldn't do, because you were of course on your break. Ms Karen didn't like that one bit, and her voice raised even more, even going so far as to jab at your chest with clear intention to point out your attire.
The following events happened so fast that you don't think you could have explained it if you tried. One second, you were getting talked down by possibly the most unpleasant patron you'd ever encountered. There was a tightness in your chest that hadn't been there before, and you felt your eyes well up even as you pushed them back with everything you could. The next, there was a blur of orange behind her shoulder and you watched as the very face of the franchise approached. There wasn't much room for expression on Freddy's face, being a robot and such, but you could tell he was not happy.
"Excuse me," he spoke, and you didn't miss the absence of any sort of "ma'am" or "miss" in his wording. "Is there a reason you're harassing a staff member on their break?" Straight to the point. The woman turned, clearly expecting to see a human she could unleash her venom onto, and she stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the idea of being confronted by a robot of all things. She started speaking, then cut herself off, before taking a second to compose herself.
"This employee," and she wrinkled her nose at the word, "just refused to show my children to the arcade," she huffed. Freddy gave you a look now that the woman's back was to you, eyes softening, and you quickly took a moment to wipe your eyes and catch your breath. You hadn't quite tipped over the edge into a panic attack, but it had been close.
"That is because they are on their break, and even if they weren't, taking care of your children is not their job." Back to addressing her, any sort of softness he'd shown you had vanished. He was being perfectly polite, using a matter-of-fact tone, but you could tell from his bluntness that he was mad. "They clearly weren't doing anything, though!" the woman protested, and if he could roll his eyes, you knew Freddy would have. He knew just as well as you that you'd been walking on the way to get your lunch.
"May I remind you," (and there was a definite pointed threat behind the politeness in his voice), "that parents are not to leave children under 13 unattended in the Pizzaplex. Any guardian found doing so will be prosecuted for child abandonment and asked to leave. It was in the entrance waiver you signed." Her kids were definitely not above the age of 10, and while you hardly believe that what Freddy was saying was actually a completely legal clause (or even one that was in the rules of the establishment), you knew for a fact that the woman had signed the waiver to get into the Pizzaplex without reading it.
She knew that too and froze. Then, without giving you a second glance, she turned and tugged her children away, mumbling about how "people don't understand how hard it is to be a mother of two boys," and "couldn't she have just a moment to herself.
As soon as she was gone, Freddy was back to his usual comforting self, taking your hand and guiding you out of the main atrium without a word. As soon as you were out of the public eye, you squeezed his hand and he turned to face you.
"Are you alright?" He moved to hold your shoulders, searching your face with worry. You nodded, although now that the situation was over you sagged slightly, exhaustion peeking through now the panic was gone.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you sighed, "I should've known better than to walk near her when everyone was already complaining about how she talked to people."
"That is not your fault," he admonished, although there was no harshness behind it. He pulled you into a hug, his arms around you helping you ground yourself back to normal. He waited until you were ready to pull back, and if it took longer than the "normal" time for a hug, he didn't complain. Soon, you were back to your regular self enough to joke.
"Y'know, her face, when she saw it was you talking to her, was priceless," you smiled, even if it was still weak. "I bet she never expected that she was going to get told off by Freddy Fazbear himself."
Freddy just chuckled, a sheepish sound even with his confidence. "I don't like telling off patrons, but she deserved it." You slipped out of his arms, brushing yourself off and catching a glimpse of your face in a glass surface nearby. Although your eyes were still red-rimmed, you'd managed to hold back the tears pretty well, and you didn't quite look as shell-shocked.
"Yeah, she did."
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Sun and Moon |✧˖*°࿐ . . .
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Since you started helping Sun in the Daycare, you've seen your fair share of... shall we say, stressed parents. Mostly, the kind of people who dropped their kids off at the Pizzaplex were the kind who worked all day or just those who had the money to pawn their kids off to someone else. You didn't complain, of course - it's good that kids had a place to come and play and learn formative skills, and Sun was an absolute angel with them all.
You noticed quickly, however, that people seemed to unanimously prefer talking to you over the Daycare Attendant, even though you were new. Some of them had even said to you, in hushed tones, that they were "so glad an actual person was making sure their kids were safe." To which you'd politely responded that Sun was fitted out with the most state-of-the-art security measures, and if anything was to happen, he would be more than capable of protecting the kids. Most accepted it, or at least stopped trying to bad-mouth them to you, sensing you didn't share their views, but one such parent did not get the hint.
It was the father of one of the little girls who spent a lot of time in the Daycare, and as he waited by the security desk for Sun to bring his daughter over, he expressed the usual sceptical sentiment to you. You responded, as usual, expecting the conversation to be over, but instead, he just huffed, eyeing you with a disdain you hadn't expected.
"You're just saying that because it does your job for you, though." He scoffed, not letting you get a word in before he continued. "Not everyone's hardworking, I get it, and it's so easy to sit and let these machines do all the work."
"Sir-" you started but were quickly interrupted.
"I just don't understand why you'd work in childcare if you're going to put those children in danger every single day. I'd quit if I were you." Even if they were untrue, the words cut deep. Is this what the parents thought of you? And why was he saying it as if it was your fault Sun existed?
Before you could even respond, you were saved by Sun skipping over, the man's child in tow. He didn't even respond to the Attendant's polite small talk, just giving you a dirty look and leading his daughter out of the Daycare. Sun turned to you, seemingly confused before they spotted your face.
"Sunshine, are you okay?"
You hadn't realised, but you'd been stuck shell-shocked for the past few seconds. You looked up at him, eyes wide before you shook your head.
"I think I just got called bad at my job."
The way he'd said it, so matter of fact, had surprisingly shaken you, and Sun watched with growing concern as you explained the conversation. When you finished, they quickly pulled you into a hug, a murmur of "Oh dear," accompanying his embrace. They pulled back after a second, studying your face and saying your name in a way that suggested they were very serious for once.
"Please listen to me. That man has no idea what he's talking about," Sun said, pausing to make sure you understood. "All of the kids love you, some even more than me!" You let out a weak laugh at that - it's true that some of the children had recently latched onto you, and it brought you a little bit back to yourself.
"I think..." you started, unsure of how to word what you were thinking. "I'm more upset that he thought you were dangerous."
"He's not entirely wrong," Sun commented, "Moon is ready to do some very bad things if they see him." Despite there being no semblance of a joke, you laugh anyway. Leaning your head into their chest, you relax as much as you can. While it'll take more than an insult to completely rock your confidence, you're still hurt at the idea that the parents you talk to so casually could turn on you that quick. Still, Sun doesn't say any more about it and you think that you've moved on.
The same cannot be said for Moon.
When the Daycare lights go off, you feel a shadow immediately.
"Hi Moon," you greet the other side of the Daycare Attendant, but something feels wrong.
"You're still bothered by that man," he says. It's not a question.
You sigh, pivoting to face the animatronic in the dark. "Sometimes, people say things that are cruel. We move on from it, but it doesn't mean they don't hurt still."
"It's not true."
"I know, Moon. I know." You know they're trying to help in their own way, and as you turn to finish tidying the security desk (the only source of light in the room beside Moon's eyes) he leans himself across you, pulling you back into their chest. He's comforting you, in his own weird way, and you resign yourself to the fact that the so-called "dangerous one" out of him and Sun is going to be extremely clingy until they are sure you're not upset anymore.
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shawtuzi · 2 years
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i didn’t expect this to be so long but idc here’s some plug!eren hc’s bc i’m feening for him and i need him extremely bad
minors dni/// cw include: drug use, smut (there’s a little gun kink in here i’m sorry), fluff, black coded reader but you picture her anyway you’d like <333
- you found him through connie extremely intrigued when you found out he was mobile 24/7
- the first time you bought from him he threw in a little extra something bc he claimed he did it for all the newbies that shop from him (but he’s a liar he did it bc you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen obvi)
- his shit is phenomenal you were higher than a kite and now understood why everyone shopped from him
- about the eighth time you’ve bought from him he finally had the courage to ask if you wanted to match and by match he meant he supplies everything
- ofc you said yes and made the horrible mistake of trying to out smoke him homeboy was ready for the fourth blunt and poor you was hanging on for dear life
- the two of you steady became buddies and before you knew it you were hanging out with him almost everyday; sometimes smoking, sometimes shopping (he pays ofc even though you hate it), and sometimes playing on his ps5 absolutely destroying pedestrians on gta5
- one night the two of you were completely stoned and plug!eren was looking extra good i’m talking hair in a messy bun, hooded red eyes, and the white tank top with the slutty nike shorts combo (y’all know the one)
- it took all the courage you had to mumble a quick “you look good” and thank the lord above eren returned the energy giving you a small smirk “yeah? how good?”
- those three words had you face down ass up all night while eren did wonders with his tongue and devilish work with his dick (i know it go brazy YALL CANT TELL ME DIFFERENT)
- “that’s right ma cum on my tongue let me hear you”, “taste so fucking good why would you hide this from me?”, “ohhh shit- fuck yeah that’s right cum on my shit lemme feel you”, “gonna let me cum in you y/n? huh? gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?”
- after a night filled with the most nastiest sloppiest sex you’ve ever had eren whispered a soft, “hope you know this ain’t a one time thing y/n you’re mine now” in your ear as you drifted off to sleep feeling more content than ever
- thus began your relationship with eren jaeger full time plug and now full time boyfriend to his needy lil gf that he absolutely adores
- plug!eren spoils the shit outta you!!! he had so much money he didn’t know what to with so why not spend it on his favorite girl?? i’m talking clothes, nail appointments, hair appointments, a nintendo switch so you can play animal crossing, and squishmallows ofc even though he thinks you have an addiction for them
- he lets you hit the block with him every once in a while and you can’t even lie it turns you on so bad knowing he’s got a piece hidden away in the glove compartment or even tucked in his sweats
- speaking of that lol one night after a sesh you sheepishly admitted to eren that it turned you on he carried a gun on him which led to you resting your head on his lap while eren slowly slid his glock between your kiss swollen lips
“you look so pretty like this baby”, “that’s it take that shit deeper i know you can”, “i bet it turns you on even more knowing it’s loaded dirty bitch”, “hm maybe i should use it on your pussy next would you like that angel?”
- plug!eren is extremely possessive and is not afraid to show it!! poor jean how to learn the hard way when he called you three times in a row and when the line finally picked up he was met with the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans “she’s busy right now bro” was all that was said before the line went dead
- plug!eren rolls all the blunts the two of you smoke together convinced you just can’t learn even though secretly you’re a pro and you just like watching him do it
- plug!eren has a folder filled with naked pictures and videos of yourself and then even more of the two of you together his favorite being a video of you two fucking in his car after a hotbox
- he def has a sex playlist most of the songs being by brent faiyaz bc he stans him so so bad idc
-anytime the two of you smoke with a group you’re always sitting on his lap it doesn’t matter where you are that man will have you glued to his lap whispering all the filthy things he’s gonna do to you after you guys head back to his place
- plug!eren hates taking pictures more than anything but for you?? he’ll let you take multiple pics of him while y’all are out on a date or just simply hanging out (he secretly loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is ouuu does he love the praise)
- even though he doesn’t say it much whenever plug!eren tells you he loves you he means it with every fiber of his being and hopes you feel every ounce of love he feels for you with those three simple words
- moral of the story is plug!eren is a proud simp for you and would do literally anything for and to you <333
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strwberri-milk · 6 months
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Hi! I love love love your works! They're my favourite and I always get excited when I see that you've posted something new :)
Anyways, I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is basically a female Xiao? I know you've written for a reader that has her walls up except Kaeya, but I was wondering what it would be like if reader was basically like Xiao, where she doesn't want to get close to people so she cuts it off before they can get close to her, she's rudely blunt, and when she finally opens she's really sweet and outgoing you just need to put in the effort to get her to open up.
Maybe with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and maybe Xiao himself? if not don't worry <3.
-- 🌺 (if it's not taken, please <3)
now you can be the second anon i can rmr who has a label :D also it might not be all. hunky dory the way it might be expected but its bc i just think it's to be expected if. someone refuses to open up so i did make reader open up a little bc communication is a two way street :D esp since like i dont believe in talking to people if theyre trying to cut you off bc i think its a violation of boundaries so i did make reader have to actually. come back after any cutting off that is done and i just wanted to do this w a big old /nm bc im not mad just explaining :D
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Kaeya doesn't mind your bluntness at all. The walls also remind him of himself which makes it a bit of a challenge if the two of you develop feelings for the other person. It would require one of you to crack, that being Kaeya who wants to return your honesty with some honesty of his own.
When you try to cut him off he just lets you. If you decide you don't want to see him anymore then he won't try to convince you otherwise. He decides to take it as a sign until one day you end up confronting him about it, the slight ache of missing him becoming too much to bear. It takes a bit of awkward stumbling and you trying to communicate your feelings without actually telling him what they are. He understands enough and teases you for it lovingly, deciding that he's going to spend all his time doing so.
Slowly as you open up to him more he finds himself more and more infatuated with the softer side of you. He's glad that you feel safe enough around him to show that side of you to him, encouraging and inviting you to continue with your vulnerability.
He also always playfully bullies you back no matter what you say, liking to see the way you react to his jabs. It makes him laugh as you try to get him to stop, gauging your limits just a bit to make sure you don't actually feel uncomfortable.
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Zhongli doesn't mind how surly you are either. If the two of you are together and you don't want to talk then that's fine. He's got enough to say for the two of you, telling you stories or history that somehow only he knows.
He enjoys the time he spends with you, quiet evenings filled with nothing but the sound of the harbour and him talking. Sometimes if you ask him questions he actively engages in hopes that you'll try to talk to him some more, but if you don't that's fine too. It just makes the times you do choose to engage just that much better.
When you choose not to show up for some time he just waits it out. You remind him of a certain adeptus after all so he knows if he bides his time then you'll come right back to him and when you do, he simply continues as though nothing happened.
Knowing just how stable he is made you more willing to open up, never feeling pressured which he's glad for. Zhongli is always just so gentle to you that you can't help but open up, cherishing the smile on his face that he gets whenever you smile at him.
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Childe enjoys pushing your buttons a little and trying to get you to stop being so surly in a joking manner. He's not going to go out of his way to make you miserable but he does like teasing you whenever he can.
If you stop talking to him or start trying to cut him off he won't exactly stand for it. He confronts you pretty much immediately, knowing that due to your honesty it would be likely that you would just tell him straight up why it is that you decided to stop talking to him.
When you start trying to dodge the question he decides to just wait it out, staring you down until his persistence pays off and you tell him how you feel. He just rolls his eyes and pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you that there's no reason to just start ignoring him and that he really doesn't want to lose you.
From then on if you try to avoid him he decides to just show up wherever you are, reminding you that you told him you wouldn't run from him anymore and that he's here to hold you to it.
It's playful and sweet and it doesn't take you too long to decide that you might as well open up to him, Childe playfully cheering when you decide to do so and telling you that you won't regret it. Thankfully, he's right and you don't regret it, finding yourself more comfortable being with him and starting to tease him back as well. It always makes him laugh and up the ante playfully to return your gesture, loving to see just how extroverted you've become for him.
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Thoma is pretty similar to Zhongli wherein he's patient enough to just wait it out. He loves spending time with you and doesn't mind your bluntness since it means he doesn't need to dance around anything.
If you try to cut him off he gets sad but he does confront you about it before you go. If he sees you out and about he'll pull you aside and try to ask you why you're trying to leave, then tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want but that he'll really miss you when you're gone.
It takes a couple weeks but you finally decide to come back to him and grumble out an apology for running away from him. He welcomes you back with a hug and reassurance that he doesn't hate you, he just finds it difficult to know what to do when someone doesn't talk to him directly about their issues.
After that, he decides to work more on trying to get you to come out of your shell. He's patient and understanding and when you finally do come out of it he loves seeing how much you talk to him and loves engaging in conversations with you. He always gets a sense of pride knowing that you feel comfortable enough around him to open up so much.
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Xiao is a little difficult. He doesn't have much patience and you both run into the issue of being too similar that you run into issues because of it. It's not that you two fight, it's more that if you two decide that you want to cut off the other person, you will not be talked to unless someone breaks the silence.
Your friendship is generally relaxed, both of you just being heavily into enjoying each other's presence and not having to deal with any pretenses thanks to honesty on both sides. Xiao does like that part because it makes his life easier when he's able to just know what you mean since you're being honest.
If you decide that your friendship is getting too familiar and cut him off he'll get annoyed but if you don't seem to be trying to reach out to him he'll decide it's more trouble than it's worth. That means if you miss him you end up having to reach out to him first. However, if it takes long enough he might decide he's going to start just observing you from afar, wanting to keep you safe but not wanting to engage contact since you didn't seem interested in doing so either.
It's not until he realises that you're looking for him that you miss him too, watching as you discreetly bring your eye line up to the buildings or trees that he told you he'd frequent as he would watch the harbour. He decides to continue watching to see if you'd keep looking for him, figuring out that you were. One day he lets your gaze linger on him and offers a wave that you return, deciding that that's enough contact for him to talk to you about what you were doing.
When you two finally clear the air that means you're back to hanging out with each other. He makes a concentrated effort to be more open with you which you respond to well, becoming more extroverted and taking over conversations for the two of you. He really appreciates it, loving to hear you talk and glad that he let you in to his bubble as well.
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Pokemon Characters and Date Ideas
Basically: what dates would these Pokemon characters do with you? Characters: N Harmonia, Leon, Grimsley, Rika & Prof. Augustine Sycamore
N Harmonia
Was honestly showing affection and did private, one-on-one hangouts together even before you two started dating
It was around this time he got more affectionate in your friendship. Resting his head on top of your hair, deep eye contact (which he was often really bad at), and braiding/playing with your hair or vice versa. 
It wasn’t until you “officially” ask him out and he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy and goes “I thought we already were?”
Confusion ensues.
As for dates, N is a really quiet and private guy. He doesn’t like being out in public or in overstimulating environments.
Most of the time dates are hikes, picnics, exploring, all that the fun outdoorsy stuff where he gets to shine in his element. 
Occasionally y’all go to Nimbasa City and go on the Ferris Wheel or play at the arcade in the Amusement Park which you both find enjoyable. 
But his favorites are on late nights when neither of you can sleep. 
You two will just go to Dragonspiral Tower and stargaze at the top of the ruins or watch the local wild pokemon do their thing. 
It’s quiet, it’s fun, and he’s with you. What else could he ask for?
Leon
Dense boy, you probably had to beat him over the head with a book to get his brain to understand (mostly bc he keeps accidentally friend-zoning himself)
Has never really dated before? 
Like, Rose set him up on dates because it's good publicity but he probably hasn’t gone on a real date.
He has money, all these brand partnerships and stuff. He tries to do really classy stuff when y’all first start dating but it leads to him being clearly uncomfortable and you getting fed up and explaining you like him for him and to do fun stuff together.
Mostly home dates from that point on or outings that don’t feel like “dates”. 
Game nights where you two play video games are super fun. Some days are challenge days where you see who can do the best run on a Roguelike or who can win the most rounds of a battle royale type game
Some days are cozy co-op games where you solve puzzles and create things…
Y’all’s favorite thing to do together though is just walk and get lost. Esp with Leon’s terrible sense of direction, you two find weird hole-in-the-wall places that are so much fun.
The best one you found was a great hole-in-the-wall traditional kantonian ramen bar that was on the edge of going out of business. However, due to you and Leon talking about it so much with friends and posting about it online, you saved the shop from going out of business.
Grimsley
Your first date with Grimsley wasn’t really what you were expecting in all honesty
He took you out for lunch at his favorite Kalosian cafe then took you to a bookstore and had you both pick out different books for each other, then went to his house and read while old records played in the background
Of course, the book he picked out for you was one of Shauntal’s (because gotta support your friends/little sister figure)
It was so different from what you were expecting but so sweet at the same time. 
Most common dates are drinks at bars after long days or flower viewings knowing you would like them
He also takes you to his favorite spots whenever he visits Alola with you.
But the most fun dates are when the two of you go to Castelia or Nimbasa to the casinos
You both are given the same amount of money and the challenge is who makes the most in time for your dinner reservation
Whenever the two of you see each other during these you have a habit of teasing the other about who’s in the lead. 
In the end, the winner pays for dinner (much to the chagrin of the other)
Rika
She’s the one who asked you and was super casual and blunt about it
Picks you up after work and takes you to the store where the two of you talk about what to make for dinner.
The two of you go back to her place and begin cooking together, smiling and chatting the whole time as the two of you get distracted by cutting veggies and being in each other’s company.
From then on dates were mostly cutesy, one-on-one time for the two of you.
Crafts while watching movies are the most common, sewing, embroidery, sketching, it's just fun and relaxing
Ceramics classes too, wet clay on your hands and you rub it on her face. Only for her to cock her brow and smirk as she cups her face with her filthy hands and kisses your nose.
Her favorite dates are the ones when you get to help her at the Academy. Running after-school activities or working in the library
It combines her admiration of her students and her love of you… her two favorite things
Prof. Augustine Sycamore
Honestly over the moon when you accepted to go on a date with him
The man is in his late 30s/early 40s and his last relationship kinda fell apart really badly 
*cough cough Lysandre cough*
So he was out of the dating scene for a while and didn’t exactly know what to do when you said yes
Like, his brain crashed and did a hard reset. He was not expecting to get this far…
He gives all his employees off one day and decks out the backyard of his lab with string lights, and sheets, rummaging around the attic of the lab, and a call to his favorite restaurant.
When you arrived you saw the backyard completely transformed into a cozy outdoor movie spot with takeout and snacks prepared at a picnic table
It’s super sweet
Besides that, you two go on “research” dates together. It’s mostly pokemon watching and taking notes on what you find.
The little sketches he does of the pokemon you find absolutely adorable!
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Upstairs
Barbie dolls: Blaise Zabbini x reader
Warnings: I tried to keep it gn but like it's kinda difficult to do that with smut, jealousy, Blaise is in love?, he fingers you, he cums in his pants btw, poor grammar, I think that's it
Summary: fwb kinda Blaise gets pulled upstairs by you bc you need him and he's more than happy to ditch a party for you
When Blaise first heard about a party being thrown, by your house nonetheless, he thought of you immediately. Would you be going? Are you going with your friends? What did you plan on wearing? Were you spending the whole time there? Did you plan to stop by halfway through? All things considered his mind was always plagued with you so it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Blaise asked Pansy if you were going and she told him to 'man up' and ask you himself. Which he did not. Blaise decided he would find out the night of.
He did find out the night of, you weren't coming. Blaise should've suspected. You didn't go to very many parties, even the ones a few sets of stairs away from your dorm. Too many people, too loud, too much B.O. If you did go to one Blaise noticed halfway through you'd disappear from his side and follow Pansy off to God knows where. Forty minutes or even an hour you'd come back, bee line for him, tell him you're turning in for the night and he'd walk you back to your common room. You'd always tell Blaise what shenanigans you and Pansy got up to. It was never something he'd classify as trouble making but you both had a very different definition of the word anyway. Blaise was bummed when he noticed your absence but he wasn't surprised.
Blaise stuck to Theo and Mattheo. Lorenzo had a date so he left the children in Blaise’s hands. Theo left to the dance floor with some Ravenclaw, but Mattheo stayed with Blaise. They talked next to the banister of stairs leading to the dormitories. Blaise kept an eye on Theo and Pansy.
Theo, Blaise knew would probably just head back to his dorm, Ravenclaw in tow. Pansy however had a tendency to climb on top of things, forgetting her outfit and often her state of intoxication.
Often when you did come to parties you and Blaise were on babysitting duty. You'd keep your eye on Pansy and Mattheo. Blaise had Draco and Theo. Lorenzo barely ever came.
Draco just rolled his eyes at everything everyone did and showed them the proper way. He was a snob for almost everything under the sun, wine, cheese, how to pour a beer, how to roll a blunt Theo taught him, how to properly tie a tie, proper dinner etiquette. The amount of times Blaise had heard "no elbows on the table." has made him question if the consequences were worth stabbing Draco in the eye.
Mattheo mostly kept to himself. Although if he had enough he'd take over whoever was Dj-ing, or he'd start making new drinks that had odd side effects. One night Mattheo made the whole Gryffindor house, even people who didn't come to the party, grow horns and fangs. Mattheo says he doesn't remember how he did it. Blaise doesn't believe him.
Blaise missed you, for more than a million reasons. Parties were boring without something pretty to look at, he had to babysit all of his friends alone, you were quite comforting in social situations, he could use you as a buffer when people wanted to talk to him, and Merlin you were hot.
While Blaise was having his crisis downstairs you were in your own predicament upstairs. You were gnawing at the walls kind of horny. It's all you could think of, it was tiring. You were frustrated. You've tried everything and while one or two orgasms lessened your frustration you were still pissed. You considered every option. You could feel the loud music through your floor and you knew Blaise was downstairs. This wasn’t new territory for you two. You started an odd friends with benefits expect you never clarified what you actually are situation a while ago.
It was raining outside, everyone had gone to sleep except for you and Blaise. You had started the night on opposite ends of the couch, by the time Mattheo dragged Lorenzo up the stairs you were pressed against each other. After a long moment of just staring at each other, you broke the dam. You kissed Blaise, barely a second long before you pulled away. He grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you back in. You prayed all the fish were blind that night because you were both too lazy to move to his dorm. Besides you all had roommates so the possibility of an audience would probably be lower in the common room.
Still it made you anxious to actually ask Blaise to join you in your dorm. You knew Blaise defiantly gave other people the same kind of night he’s given you. A pit of jealousy always crawled in your stomach, up your throat, and made you never speak or breathe again. But Blaise made it all worth it. He was probably enjoying himself fat the party. It’s Blaise. Well, maybe he was tolerating the party. You needed him in your bed, you needed him period. So you rounded down the stairs to the common room, still in your pajamas. The closer you got the louder the music and people became. First, you recognized the hand grabbing the bottom of the banister. Then, you heard his voice, talking Mattheo out of trouble. You slowed as you reached him. Blaise glanced up, he sighed when he saw you. Blaise noticed your outfit and gave you a confused look. Mattheo poked his head around, seeing Blaise's reaction. Mattheo rolled his eyes and leaned back. You settled a few steps above the floor, grabbing onto Blaise's hand.
"thought you weren't coming, but looking at your clothes you don't seem to be staying very long." You nodded. You leaned over the banister, getting into Blaise's face. He held his breath, staring blankly at you. You kissed the corner of his mouth before pressing your lips to his temple.
"come upstairs with me?" You wanted it as a statement, but it fell like a question. Blaise gave you a soft smile. He shoved his cup into Mattheo's hands and sprinted up to your step. Mattheo yelled something about a condom, to which Blaise flicked his wand at him. Blaise's drink spilled over Mattheo's head. Mattheo huffed. You pulled Blaise up the stairs by his hand. When you reached your dorm, Blaise pulled you closer to him. He interlocked his fingers behind your back, his arms around your waist. You rested your arms over his shoulders.
“Scale 1 to 10, how intoxicated are you?” You mumbled. You knew you sounded kinda geeky, but you knew better than to sleep with someone drunk. You had morals. Blaise hummed and kissed your cheek.
“Negative five.” You rolled your eyes. Blaise rubbed your back, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt. He explained how he had only arrived a few minutes before you came bounding down the stairs. You squished your lips to the side. Blaise hummed in question. You nodded.
“I suppose we could continue.”
“Oh you suppose, do you?” Blaise gave you a mocking smile. You hummed and pulled him into a kiss. He tightened his arms around you. You nipped at his bottom lip. Blaise opened his mouth for you, letting you slip your tongue to meet his. You dropped your hands to his collar. You made fast work of unbuttoning Blaise's shirt, throwing it somewhere in your room. You walked him back. His legs hit your bed. You pushed Blaise down before straddling him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs moving to the small of your back. As you tilted his head back, giving yourself a better angle, Blaise dragged his hands down your back, slipping past the band of your pajama pants. He gripped your ass. Your stomach twisted as you thought of all the times he’d done that to someone else. All the times Blaise had someone else’s tongue in his mouth. How many people he’d seen wrapped in his sheets. How many people he felt naked and pressed against him. You pulled back away from him. Blaise seemed to sense the change in the air, pulling his hands back to safety on your hips.
“You okay?” You sucked in a breath and sat back. You stared down at your hands slowly slipping away from his chest. Blaise gently pulled both your hands into his. He whispered your name. You stared into his eyes.
“Am I your favorite?” Blaise titled his head to the side. You still felt sick thinking other people pushing their hands past the band of his boxers.
“Favorite what?” You rolled your eyes at him. Lorenzo could play off the oblivious act but not Blaise. He said far too many filthy things in your ear for you to believe him. You gave him a knowing look. Blaise opened his mouth in realization.
“Ah.” You nodded. You pressed your lips together, feeling you already knew the answer. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle him actually saying it out loud. You already missed the feeling of his hands down your pants. You could feel the rejection boiling in your stomach. Blaise pressed his hand under your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Blaise gently pecked your cheek.
“Of course, baby.” You shook your head. He tutted. You glared at him.
“Stop looking at me like that. All pouty.” You glared at him more. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“You make my breath stop. Everyone knows how i feel about you. I don’t even look at other people like that anymore. It’s just you on my mind, darling.” Blaise pressed his hand to the back of your neck. You pulled him back into the kiss, this time with more fervor. Blaise understood you excepted that answer and wanted to pick up where you left off. He tugged at the hem of your shirt. You quickly pulled it off and flung it in the same direction you did for his shirt.
Blaise dropped his head to your chest. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, pulling the skin into his mouth. You moaned and traced your fingertips over his head. Blaise dragged his teeth over the new mark. You exhaled and gripped his shoulders tighter. You dropped your hands to his pants, tugging at the band. Blaise shook his head.
"No baby, clearly you're questioning my love for you. Gotta prove it to you, hm?" Blaise pushed you back against your sheets. He pulled your pants and underwear down, dropping them over the edge of your bed. Blaise gently blew between your thighs. You groaned. Blaise smiled at you before lowering his head. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue. Blaise nipped at the inside of your thighs before kissing your happy trail.
Blaise dragged his hand down your side. Blaise very gently pushed two of his fingers into your hole. You groaned and lulled your head to the side. He moved his fingers making you moan more. Blaise kept his pace as he moved up and connected your lips. You cupped his cheeks as he met your tongue with his. Blaise grinded down against your sheets as he swallowed your moans.
His underwear was just rough enough for him to know he'll be finishing without your touch tonight. Blaise quickened his pace with his fingers making your chest heave and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You felt your stomach tighten as you arched your back. Blaise moved his mouth to your neck as he kept his pace with both his hips against your sheets and his fingers moving in you.
You moaned loudly cumming around his fingers. Blaise pressed his face against your bare chest as he came in his boxers completely untouched. Your breath returned to normal as Blaise slowly moved his hands away from between your legs. Blaise wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face further into your chest. You massaged his scalp as he came down from his own high.
Blaise peppered kisses against your stomach as he sat up. He told you he'd be back in a moment. You heard your bath running in your bathroom. Blaise came back to you, pushing your hair away from your face as he pulled you into your bathroom. Blaise joined you in the bath. He took his time to run through your entire routine. He washed your body, face, hair, and massaged your body once you made it back to your bed. By the time your roommates came back from the party your curtains were drawn and you were asleep in his arms.
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— I CAN DO YOU BETTER ! [hobie brown x fem!black reader]
✮ including : college!au, bestfriend!hobie, readers ex is a dick, fingering, hobie being a tease, use of the names: doll, pretty thing, sweetheart, princess. cursing, cunnilingus, mention of weed and alcohol. ✮ Summary: Your best friend hobie comforts you after getting broken up with over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved ✮ a word from kam: yall this literally took me all day to do I hope you like it! (I took a lot of breaks my lazy ass), kinda felt this one a lil bit bc this situation kinda happened to me,from now on just expect these type of posts to take 1-2 days bc I wanna make it nice and long (yo pause) for all of you to enjoy! ✮ Genre: Angst-Fluff-Smut
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6 LONG MONTHS YOU SPENT; trying to salvage whatever was left of yourself when you and your ex broke up. You never truly felt as though you would be whole again, nights alone feeling more lonely than they should. Your heart hanging heavy as the full moon in the sky, each night feeling empty. No sweet Goodmorning texts or random flowers at your doorstep. Just radio silence, as if the world had stood still. Left to your thoughts, until you slowly started to get over the break up. Long days that were once spent in your bed now, turning into short trips out of your dorm to try and push yourself to go outside. Your smile slowly starting to return as you started to focus more on yourself, taking self care days after finishing your homework for your classes. Even mustering up the courage to go to a party one of your friends held, who almost cried seeing you turn up at her door. “Oh my god, y/n?!” She closed the door behind her and pulled you in for a hug, “You look so pretty! And damn did your boobs get bigger-“ You rolled your eyes at the darkskinned girl with a smile, “Hey Mads, thought I would stop by to come see you.” The girl gave you a “Bitch be for real.” look. “And because you have some good ass alcohol.” “Yes the hell I do! And some fine ass niggas are in here girl.” She whispered shouted, her brown eyes getting bigger as she said this. Grabbing your hand she reached for the doorknob, “You ready girl?” You adjusted the chain of your purse on your bare shoulder before nodding, not expecting Maddie to literally pull pull you into the big dorm.
Weed and Pheromones filled the air as you looked around the room, the led lights giving the dorm a certain ambience as you felt the girl let go of your hand. “I’m gonna go get us a drink! I’ll come find you later!” You nodded, before making your way to a thankfully empty couch in the living space. The music at a comfortable level (as to not get a noise complaint), people you’ve seen in class now smoking and drinking to take a breather from all the snappy proffesors they had to deal with all week. You sighed, before sitting down. Rethinking the slightly revealing shimmery dress you wore, though you reassured yourself that it was cute before opening your white purse to distract yourself on your phone. While texting your sister (who was a bit too noisy) you felt someone sit down on the couch besides you. You looked up to see a dark skin guy, with wicks and all types of piercings and silver jewelry. ‘Damn he’s hot’ You thought to yourself, almost catching his gaze that was focused on the blunt in between his fingers a moment ago. Your eyes went back to texting your sister, before hearing a voice ask, “Loud party innit?” You almost jumped at the question, making the stranger next to you laugh. “Didn’t mean to scare you doll.” He let out a cloud of smoke which added to the already weed filled dorm room. You shook your head briefly, “No your fine, its just-“ Your eyes then saw Maddie giggling and laughing with another dude who was leaned up against the wall. “So much for my drink.” You muttered to yourself, though with a small smile. It was time one of your single friends got some action. “Got dragged here?” You hesitated before answering, “Not really?” You fiddled with one of your braids, looking down at the floor. “I kinda dragged myself here. I wanted to get out of my depressin ass dorm and just do something.” You stated, not feeling the gaze of hobies eyes on the side of your face.
“They were a douche bag huh?” You sat up straight, turning to look at his face in confusion. “What do you mean?” “The look on the face you just had? I’ve seen it on half of the blokes here. Heartbreak.” He took another drag of the blunt, your mind some reason minding it somewhat attractive how he held it between his two fingers. His gaze once more making your eyes pull away, “You wanna try doll?” You smiled at the nickname but declined, “I’m good, maybe another time. I gotta make sure i get back to my own dorm this time.” You explained, your choice of words peaking hobies interest, “This time?” You nodded, letting out a small sigh before pulling out a small flask from your bag and taking a swig. “Careful now, don’t want you tellin me you whole life story cuz your drunk.” You laughed, “No no, I’m fine. This is hardly strong, just something to take the edge off before I told you what uh my trifling ass ex did to me.”
Which is exactly what you did, told your first experience of a shitty boyfriend, to a complete stranger, though who wouldn’t be for long after asking if you wanted to go somewhere more quiet to talk. Which led to a 2 hour conversation on a vacant balcony of the resident building. You left out no details as you told every single thing he did, every special occasion he missed, every date, every anniversary and even your walk on graduation day. Hobie started to notice the tears welling up in your pretty eyes as you told him how excited you were to be graduating, and going to college. Only to have your boyfriend miss it to go have a phone call with his ex. Your voice started to waver, and your vision started to blur. Not being able to help when the tears came flooding own your cheeks. “its okay doll he can’t toy with your heart anymore.” His voice calming you down, your tears slowed. The light of the moon casting a soft glow on your figure, causing your tear stained cheeks and slightly ruined makeup to look breathtaking to hobie. Your glittery dress complementing your figure and taunting him to pull you flush against your chest and tell you everything is gonna be alright. Though in awe of your beauty he felt slight anger for the asshole who made a pretty girl like you cry. His hand going to rub your bare shoulder in circles, the feeling of his touch ticklish yet soothing. “Thank you.” You small sweet voice causing hobies heart to swell, “No problem, don’t thank me for human decency luv.”
────────── 🎸 . Months later <33. ─────────────────
As you sat on hobies bed wearing one of hobies band tees you thought back to when the two of you both met, and thankful you are to have him in your life now. You stared into space with a slight smile on your face as you daydreamed about him, his smirk when he knows he’s right. How his sweatpants hang deliciously low on his waist, how hot his hands looked adorned with silver rings. Your daze was soon interrupted by sound of a door opening. You practically skipped over to the living room too see him, “Finallyyy, I swear to god hobes if you were trying to figure out what candy to get-“ “Listen luv you were the one who told me you like mike n Ike’s, pocky and sour patch kids.” Hobie stated, putting down the plastic bags that were full of snacks and carbonated drinks on the counter. You were so eager to find your snacks you couldn’t feel the gaze of hobies wandering eyes peaking into your shirt to see your boobs, your sexy black bra strap taunting him as you leaned forward to further search the bags. Allowing the guitar player to get a glimpse of the valley of your breasts. Though you weren’t naive, you knew that hobie would check you out at times, even if he claims to ‘see something stuck to your clothes’ you know he’s taking a peek. As you finally got your pick of snacks you put all of them in one bag and carried it back to hobies bedroom. “Don’t make a mess shorty.” You flipped him off, earning a laugh from the giant. (THIS ISNT EVEN AN EXAGGERATION THAT MF IS LIKE 6’3) Getting comfortable under his sheets you stopped and realized how this looks, how your wearing his t-shirt, how he calls you kind of sweet nicknames, how you’ve slept in his bed multiple times. The list went on, though you tried to hush your thoughts since Hobie most likely didn’t mean anything by it..right? “Whats got your head in the clouds hm?” You jumped, turning your head to see him leaning against the doorframe with a slight smirk on his handsome face. ‘Why the fuck is he so hot-‘ “Nothing, get in here so we can finish watching this please. And please close the door, those dumbasses next door don’t know how to turn they’re music the fuck down.”
It was always a delight seeing you get slightly mad, your sudden ability to talk fast as hell and your annoyed face is just adorable to hobie. He got comfortable in the bed besides you, taking the blue box of candy out of your lap quickly and getting some out. “Already told them to turn it down when you were sleepin one night.” He stated, putting the candy box back in your lap. “You got a cute sleeping face luv.” You elbowed him in his rib cage despite the flutter in your stomach. Distracting yourself you grabbed the remote and began to turn to the horror movie you were watching with hobes last night. The feeling of his skin touching yours overwhelming your senses specifically tonight, the normal ticklish feeling was normal but tonight it felt different. Come to think of it the air between you both felt different as well, more flirty and touchy lately. Your thoughts ran wild as you desperately tried to put your finger on why you feel so weird around hobie lately. Noticing your lack of attention to a woman literally being stabbed hobie pinched your side, “Ow! What the hell-” You looked up at the brunette with a furrowed brows only to be met with a curious hobie, “What in the hell are you thinking about? Barbie just got stabbed to death and your head is in the clouds.” You laugh at the nickname hobie had given the hot blonde, “Sorry sorry, but Baube? Really dude?” You mocked his accent only to be met with an eyeroll, while you erupted in a fit of laughter. “Alright since you wanna laugh so much,” as you felt hobies fingers tickling your sides your laughter grew louder as you squirmed trying to get away. The horror movie now just background music as you twisted and turned.
“Okay!-Okay, I’m sorry!” You pleaded with him as you rolled into his side, finally catching your breath you looked up at him. A slight smirk tugging at is pierced lips, his eyes clouded with a film of slight desire. His hands that were once at your sides shifted down to your hips,“You look cute in my shirt shorty.” He teased, “Though you look hot in black lace.” Despite your brown skin a very faint tint of red flushed on your cheeks at that moment. His voice, touch, scent, shit his fucking pheromones made your body react in ways you’ve never thought you would before. So when you pressed your lips against his in the heat of the moment you were quick to pull back and realize what you just did. “I’m sorry hobie, I didn’t mean to-“ A kiss on your forehead caused the words you were once going to say, to then die on your tongue. “I’m pretty sure you meant to luv, but do you want me to kiss you?” You eyes widened at the question, your heart racing as he loomed over you. You hesitated before letting out a small, “please.”
In return hobies lips crashed into yours, his hand tightening the grip around your waist as he did so. Your hands found its way to the side of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Your body feeling hoot and cold from his touch, the kiss hungry yet passionate. A tent formed in his pants as he heard you moans into the kiss, drinking up every single gasp and sound your pretty voice let out. Moving ontop of you, he broke the kiss to attack your neck with small ones and bites. Earning moans and gasp from you, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this for.” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine in result. Kisses trailed down your neck and to your collar-bone, it looked like you were about to take the shirt off but he stopped you. “I wanna fuck you with it on, it looks so sexy on you love.” You smiled softly despite your core throbbing at the mere sound of his voice, kissing him sweetly this time. “I love you hobie.” You confessed, looking up at him with those eyes.
The eyes he’d always wanted to see from you, filled with love and admiration. The kind of eyes that you gave to your asshole of an ex who didn’t appreciate the literal goddess in front of him. Hobie swore his heart stopped when he heard you pretty lips say those 4 little words. Who was he to not say it back? “I love you too doll, so fuckin much.” Kissing you back your heart melted, he gave you one more small kiss on your soft lips before sitting up on his knees, his hands going down to the waistband of your shorts, his eyes looking at yours for approval. Once you gave him a reassuring nod he tugged them off hungrily, throwing them across his bedroom long forgotten now. Only leaving you in matching lacy black panties to go with your bra, “Such a pretty girl..” He said out loud, though sounded if he were saying it to himself. He pushed the band tee up your torso to kiss your stomach all the way down to your v-line. His low eyes looked at you once more for approval and once you gave the okay he teased you with kisses on the inner side of your thigh. The cold metal of his lip piercing on such a sensitive spot caused you to moan slightly louder than you expected, which earned a groan out of hobie. “You sound so fuckin pretty ma, wanna hear you scream my name.” As his kisses slowly trailed up you started to grow impatient, whining his name which just made the bulge in his pants grow more uncomfortable. “Please ‘bee, I want you.” Your dripping sex, aching for his touch
God your fucking killing him, despite seeming unfazed and teasing every single thing you did drove hobie up the wall. Your voice, your body, the way you would style your braids at night, those pretty fucking eyes that look to him with need and desperation. “Mm, ask me properly.” You whined, before getting a nibble on a nerve that shut you up quick. “Hobie please..I want your tongue in me. Please.” He could’ve came at that moment had he not held himself back, “Alright pretty girl, I got you.” Despite his sweet words he ripped your panties off making you pout, “I’ll buy you prettier ones don’t worry doll.” Spreading your legs revealed your aching cunt, the cold air hitting your sex making you feel exposed. Not long after hobie kissed your clit before dining on your pussy, his tongue lapping up your folds causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Your manicured nails clawing the sheets, as you whimpered and moaned your bestfriends name. Your eyes rolling back as he picked up his at first slow pace with his tongue, your back arching so pretty off his bed that’s now smelt like your sex.
“It’s cuffing seasonnn-“
Your phone began to ring, annoyance turning into slight fear as you saw the caller ID. Hobie smirked, picking up the phone besides you to answer it. Sitting back up on his knees in the process leaving a small lewd string of saliva from your cunt to his lips,“Yo y/n look I’ve been thinking about you and-“ “Gonna stop you right there mate, y/n isn’t fuckin interested in asshats like yourself,” Despite his passive aggressive voice, the sudden feeling of two fingers rubbing against your folds then slipping inside your hole once lubricated made you let out a high pitch moan. “The fuck was that?” You slapped a hand over your mouth, causing hobie to put the phone on speaker leaving it on the bed to gently pull your hand away. “Let me hear how good im making you feel love.” His tone now soft as he spoke to you, you nodded, receiving a long kiss from hobie as he slowly started to scissor is fingers into you. Taking a mental note of how your cunt practically sucked him in, your soft walls squeezing his digits tight. Causing a abnormal amount of precut to leak out of the tip of his dick. Hobie now become eager to see his long thought of fantasy play out before him. A fantasy his jerked himself off to almost every night, seeing you lose your mind of pleasure because of him. Eager to find your g-spot, eager to see your pretty face contort as you cum on his fingers. Eager for your shitty ex to hear how much better hobie fucks you than he ever could.
You grinded your hips down on his fingers, yearning for the sweet release not caring anymore about your pathetic ex on the phone trying to win you back. All you wanted, all you needed in this moment was hobie. One curl against your sweet spot snapped you out of your thoughts and caused the dorm to be filled with your sounds as you neared your high, your nipples hard against the fabric of hobies shirt, your senses overloaded as you focused on the feeling of his finger scissoring you to your climax. A hand went up to squeeze his forearm, “Please don’t fuckin stop bee, please don’t m’ so close.” Looking up at him with lust filled eyes, made hobie lose it. He continued to pump his fingers inside your pulsating cunt, hitting that sweet spot so deliciously causing your mouth to form in an ‘o’ as you arched off the bed again. Your chest against his as the coil in your stomach began to unwrap. Your moans grew dangerously loud as sopping noises filled the room, your vision starting to turn white as your legs begun to shake. “Let go for me princess, I got you.” Whispers from hobie drew you even closer, his breath tickling your ear as his voice drove you insane. One kiss under your ear and a few rubs from his thumb on your clit was all it took for your legs to clamp around hobies hand and cum. Moaning out hobies and a few curses your spasmed around his digits. Your grip on his forearm now loosened, as you slowly came down from your high. Your body now weak and sensitive hobie pulled his fingers out of your cunt, admiring the mess you made on them before licking them clean.
You notice your ex hung up a while ago, but couldn’t care less as you let out a couple tired giggles. “You love meee.” He let out an airy laugh, “Yeah I do. Someone has to love your crazy ass.” You rolled your eyes before pulling him in a deep kiss tasting your slick on his tongue, your hands went to cup his face. Only pulling back when you’re both breathless and smiling. “I love you hobie.” Your eyes shining with happy tears and love, “What am I going to do with you huh? Such a whiner.”
“Oh kiss my ass, you literally love me.”
Bonus <333
As you began to feel sleep take over you, you notice hobie about to go into the bathroom before catching a slightly big stain on the front of his sweats. “Bee?” He hummed in response, “Did you cum while eatin me out?” That iconic smirk made its way back on his face, “Maybe, blame your pretty ass moans for that luv.”
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shumidehiro · 2 years
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🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Il Dottore x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 0,6k+
❤ Warnings: -
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I don’t really like to write sequels, but bc I love this story sm and the song itself, I decided to do one. Also utterly self-indulgent, so if it doesn’t fit the lore, then it’s meant to be here.
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“What’s that? Is that your new monster?”
A spark of anger lit up within Dottore’s chest as he whipped around to glare at Tartaglia in the doorway. Ever the unpredictable and blunt one, he poked his nose into other people’s businesses and asked things that didn’t concern him. That shouldn’t have concerned him. But, alas, Tartaglia was too valuable to be experimented on despite his scientist side longing to do so. How could someone not be curious about a man who had three powers at once; vision, delusion, and Foul Legacy?
Regardless, his offense towards Tartaglia’s careless questions outweighed his fascination. For now. And it didn’t take long for his sharp tongue to strike like a hissing snake.
“I wasn’t aware that you have such defective eyes, Tartaglia. Perhaps I could fix them for you?”
The said man raised his arms in surrender.
“Hey, now. I was just asking, alright? No need to be so hostile.”
“Then, you ought to curb your tongue even more.”
“You can’t blame me for being curious! I mean…” Tartaglia motioned to the mannequin standing in the corner, her [e/c] glass eyes overseeing anyone who entered the lab. Silk skin wrapped her limbs, her nails painted black, while a bejeweled white dress – that suspiciously looked like a wedding dress – adorned her body. Still, compared to the many Dottore clones who roamed the place like ants, this mannequin looked less unnerving despite her eerily peaceful smile. “I would’ve thought Sandrone would be the creator, seeing that it looks more… doll-like than your usual creations.”
“I do indeed prefer effectiveness than decorations, but I’m not averse to beauty, mind you.” Dottore stroked her cheek, eyes softening slightly. “And besides, a little experiment here and there won’t hurt anyone, no?”
Tartaglia raised an incredulous eyebrow.
“… Right. Whatever you say, comrade.” He turned around and spoke through his shoulder. “Just remember that I’ll return to challenge you to a fight.”
Dottore waved his hand dismissively and finally paid full attention to the mannequin. You. Admittedly, it was far easier to maintain a corpse than to create Enhanced Humans. But he’d never expected to do the former in the first place, until you came and ruined everything. His feelings, mind, and plans. Even after you died, even after you were forsaken by everyone else due to your burning feelings for him, Dottore bestowed upon you mercy from his frozen heart and preserved your rotting body.
Was it eternal love? Or was it a forbidden act? He only wanted to see you again. Was that such a sin?
Though, in the end, it didn’t really matter. Dottore was used to being judged by the righteousness of those who thought themselves as better than him, of those who had forsaken you both.
But this time, he’d stay with you the same way you’d stayed with him all this time.
He would breathe life into these silenced lips, and you would return to him as you once were.
“We need to repair your leg more thoroughly.” Dottore clucked, inspecting your right thigh. “And I’m running out of silk. You, tell one of those useless grunts to order more silk!”
The clone nodded dutifully and left, sparing a glance at your face that remained beautiful even after death. It was a vicious cycle of rotting and mending; one that Dottore didn’t seem to mind, or stop anytime soon. In a way, the routine was almost relaxing, and you finally looked at him again as you always were. As you should be.
“You’ve vowed to stay with me forever, but you lied and hid your pesky illness from me. So, now, I’m making good on your promise.”
Professing his love, the doctor continued to dye his hands.
But, alas, the sorrowful bride could only maintain her silence.
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