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anantaru · 9 months

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EX HUSBAND NEUVILLETTE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! husband neuvillette headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, fluff, crack lmao, he‘s trying his best, very rough like he’s feral!!!!, fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, but the sweetest man, a little possessive without him realising

ex! husband neuvillette, who— as was wildly anticipated, would not instantly vanish from your life nor leave you stranded alone beside the mental toll that a separation would leave on the both of you— even after the grief-stricken divorce was at last, ultimately finalized and carried out.

ex! husband neuvillette who thought that— with the fullness of his devastated heart, that in his own very eyes, it was beyond a doubt commonplace to aid and assist his ex-wife in the so called "aftermath" of your troubling divorce, whilst more urgently, be in no qualms that you're being cared for with everything and anything you could possible need.

ex! husband neuvillette, who of course, would double check with you to not suddenly overstep any boundaries or take up space that you might need— yet bare in mind, if you were to ask him for help on any matter really, he'd immediately leave everything behind to fulfill your wishes first, considering he is used to it, but the man will tend to forget about his own personal needs which he needed so he could function properly— yet now with you out of the picture, walking back to his current reality was becoming a taxing task.

ex! husband neuvillette, who, aside from his own separate challenges and demands, would never dare to cast aside his important work of practically running the nation of hydro. much obliged, he was a prestigious, praiseworthy man, thus the reason for him to pull more effort and sleepless nights into his occupation.

ex! husband neuvillette who couldn't believe that you both were divorced in the first place because in all seriousness, there wasn't much changing and aside from a couple instances, for example that he wasn't seeing you frequently, it felt the same way to him.

ex! husband neuvillette who, after a couple weeks into your divorce, will suddenly become a little more distant, not responding to letters you would occasionally send to make sure he was okay— with the immediate turbulent, overcast weather in fontaine adding to the closing eeriness of the entire situation. it's constant, clouded and gray, a mirage of cold rain and an incoming storm, and the people of fontaine will begin to question what had happened or if it was simply an unlucky past couple of weeks.

ex! husband neuvillette who doesn't like the idea of divorce, as might be expected he understands it, but in his own regard, he does not approve of it, but he accepts it— additionally, he wouldn't force you to stay with him, again, why he had agreed on it in the first place. the man would lie to himself if he'd say that it doesn't break his heart, the unclouded thought of wholly erasing the person he referred to as his 'wife' off his entire life was a frightening pondering.

ex! husband neuvillette wasn't willing to accept it, ever, but he did it for your sake and the small possibility of you becoming close again, in the future? perhaps, he was willing to wait endlessly, condemning himself to a lifetime in darkness, knowing full on well that his most desired dream to reconcile arguably wouldn't come true— on top of that, after careful, deep talks on how to properly navigate your divorce and being separated from now on, you have both ultimately agreed on remaining 'friends' in a sense, such was easy to state of course but you longed to make the best out of it, or at least try.

ex! husband neuvillette who will against all odds, still keep his wedding ring put on its designated place. granted, he had gotten quite accustomed to the feeling of it being wrapped around his finger and doesn't want to take it off. if you do decide to ask him about it, given that you aren't wearing yours anymore, he will plainly state that he got used to it way too much and it had grown on him, really, becoming a part of his person so ultimately taking it off would result in the same as him severing a limb off his body.

ex! husband neuvillette who still calls you his wife unintentionally, in the beginning of the first couple of weeks, it will happen almost all the time. be that as it may, he doesn't do it on purpose to somehow hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and he was aware of the fact that he needed to get accustomed to the feeling of being single again, of not being married anymore but calling you his wife just warmths his chest and hugs him from inside and out.

ex! husband neuvillette bets on it, it's like his whole day could be stacked with work on end, without a second of tranquility in sight, rain droplets covering the nation of hydro, but when he thinks about you, only you, a smile coruscates over his soft lips, increasing his heart beat, it's all so painful but he wouldn't want it any other way because nothing, and he emphasizes it deeply, nothing would be as painful as having you gone form his life.

ex! husband neuvillette who, and pay attention now, this would only happen if his strong, rational thinking skills and durable emotions towards keeping the laws of this world truthful were somewhat altered in an instance of weakness, but he would adore to throw and punish every new person you would date after him behind bars, yet not before properly dragging them to a trail that they cannot win, for him to look down on them— again, it's a small fantasy he wouldn't bring into life, he honored his noble work.

ex! husband neuvillette who knows that even day dreaming about such wrongful ideas were full of holes and malice, yet beyond it, he keeps himself restrained in not interfering in your new relationships— which he had thought must be a lot, you could say he believed that you were already out and about in the dating world, overthinking the worst out of all possibilities that could happen.

ex! husband neuvillette who will oftentimes send the melusines out to check up on you and tell him how you're doing— no, don't misunderstand, he doesn't want to know if you were dating again, he wouldn't, after all, this was your personal life and he wasn't your husband anymore. but then again, surely checking every now and then wouldn't hurt a soul, right?

ex! husband neuvillette will send you freshly picked flowers frequently, or have your favorite dish made by a professional chef. how can i forget to mention that he tends to buy a small, cute souvenir that would remind him of you and send it your way instantly. at how things were slowly progressing, the man will be quite embarrassed in facing you again, granted that you had promised to remain friends, he fears that the constant raining and pouring around fontaine would make it desperately obvious on how he was truly feeling, what can there be left anyways, nothing but the untouchable part of him, his aching soul begging for closeness.

but ex! husband neuvillette does not want to trouble you, fearing he might become overbearing in his doings, but he misses you, this time it's more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. he longes for a moment where he can see and feel you again, his mind circling through emotions and pondering, sinful dreams stitching his psyche together and calming down his heart.

ex! husband neuvillette who will be surprised, yet overly thrilled as if he was about to jump off his chair, when you ask the sweet melusines to hand him over a letter— the scent of the thin paper reminding him of your fragrance, a similar one he noticed whenever he kissed your neck. beyond question, they couldn't have told him fast enough, he finishes up the necessary work load for the day, at once forging ahead to your once shared house. you know it by now but he does not falter, he wants this to be perfect, carefully picking up a bouquet of flowers, with the flowers in questions being the very ones that have been decorating your wedding venue back in the day, oh sweet memories, he hopes he doesn't come off as crazy.

ex! husband neuvillette who tries to play it cool, it's not a big deal, but why were his hands sweating? his breathing was fast too, burgeoning, each following step towards your home, his limbs and muscles would begin to tremble, it's evident and almost aflame, but the weather has been nice again all of a sudden, for once in fontaine and he couldn't wait to see you.

ex! husband neuvillette who cannot say anything when you open the door for him, all these miles with the memories of your passionate time together pouring back into his mind. it's silly, but so real, and there was a silence, although not of an uncomfortable kind, it was overthrowing the hefty atmosphere.

and honestly, you think ex! husband neuvillette was cute when he was all overwhelmed and bereft of speech, even cuter when he’s silently walking past the door, your hands slowly wrapping around the bouquet of flowers to place them aside, on top of a wooden drawer before panning your eyes back into his grasp— which was his piercing, conquering gaze.

you could perceive the cutting tautness, how the reinforced pressure alone couldn't be torn, not with a sharp knife, no sword, no blade, because forthrightly— there wasn't anything on this planet that was able to part this emerging and crashing body chemistry.

all fairness to the situation— your captivation was off the charts, two people unable to coexist while parted, searching within your souls to understand what was happening. yet then it hit you, that maybe— heavily placed on a single maybe, that there might've been a cruel mistake in how things ended between you both;

or did they end?

because like a bullet piercing through soft flesh, it gave the impression away as if you were both moving closer to your sweet frames until you could clearly feel his warm, clothed chest pushed against your own— hopeful eyes remained locked within your gazes as you carefully slide your hands behind his neck without breaking his stares.

ex! husband neuvillette whose breathing was all fast and hasty, yet much swifter was his never ending intention to kiss you again and taste your lips in the process, he cannot stop himself anymore, but he must— for some reason, he cannot fathom that this might be reality and that you both would have a second chance in this life after all.

"kiss me." you suddenly whisper, eyes aglow with his own enlarging at the nervous utterance, subtle touches weaving together and showing your open truths.

ex! husband neuvillette feels how tense he has gotten and tries to relax— on top of that, he was reminiscing about the past and the bare memories of your writhing body splayed under his large one, his entire weight on top of you, just the whisper of his sinful imagination made his mouth water— he truly believes he was in fact dreaming right now, especially when you tell him to kiss him again.

there were no thoughts to process anymore, no focus he could grasp on to remain clearness— what was left were true, unfaltering desires and the scalding pain of waiting. that‘s when you kiss him instead, his body immediately welcoming your fervid warmth, pulling his head towards your own in a heart beat.

ex! husband neuvillette felt a heavy hardship being lifted off his shoulders the moment your lips touch his, and each one of the words he had planned to spell out to you, they form into a sting that was beating into his heart, repeatedly, the sharp stitches seeping into his veins slowly. and he refuses to cry in front of you, or expose to you that everything that had happened after your separation was covered in nothing but a silent numbness.

swallowing the lump in his throat, ex! husband neuvillette guides you to the bedroom, it was hard to decipher what was real or not, each motion of your lips rounding across his own felt like he was dreaming the most beautiful dream of them all. the whisper of cold air brushes across your bodies when he opens the door to the cold room, his own imagination going wild when he peeks at the neatly made bed, or the wooden drawer next to it, still having your wedding picture on display.

ex! husband neuvillette who takes his time in undressing you, the fear of someone taking you away from him again, even now, was still there and he wanted, no, needed to relish in this as good as possible. neuvillette wets his lips, nervous, "my love.. are you sure about this?" and he hesitated for a second— but when you tug at his own sleeves now, fondling with the expensive garment, nodding your head and expertly wrapping your digits into the thin fabric to help him out of it, he knows you wanted it as badly as he did, popping his arms back so you could pull his coat down, your mouth twisting into a subtle smile.

ex! husband neuvillette who touches you featherlight, slowly parting your legs to settle in between, and butterflies expand in your belly when you admire his beauty from up close again, his muscles twitching when you decide to lightly graze his skin with your fingertips, smoothly sliding over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

ex! husband neuvillette who could honestly cry the moment he first slides his cock into you again, kissing you again and again, more deeply, more feral and in need before licking into your mouth, leaving his large hand to wander down to the plush of your ass and push you into the mattress when he first bottoms out of you. you're so warm, wet and comfortable while you're clamping down on him. and neuvillette pistols his hips like an electric light, hoping he'd be able to hit so deep inside your warm cunt till you practically feel him stir up your guts.

and a moan slowly builds up in your throat as your tits brush against his strong chest— whilst neuvillette places a delicious, fast pace on you, the bare strength of his thrusts making the headboard bounce back and forth the wall as he nibbles on your bottom lip while fucking his cock into you, your gummy walls squelching at each well received pump.

ex! husband neuvillette who roughly palms your tits and plays with your nipples with his hips moving in a feral tempo— whilst those breathy, wet pleas of your name, the ones he whispered against your ear, evolve into gluttonous, hungry groans, whilst the thought about losing all of this made it more difficult for him to say anything at all, his throat acting as a trap for that one sentence he intended to spell out, the sound of it awaiting to break free— but the nervousness couldn't be surpassed as he takes a hold of your hand, desperately clutching on it before grinding his erection back into you, a pulse surging through the entirety of your walls.

ex! husband neuvillette who finds it mesmerizing on how you were so responsive to his every nibble and touch, his thudding cock diving between your legs while he fists your tits in his warm hand, your lips parting with cries and begs while meeting his hungry pace.

his hips, much bigger than yours, keep hitting into you, a lustful gaze on your facial expression clouding your mind as he makes you feel so unbelievably good, soaking your sheets as you kiss him, famished and hot, feeling his needy grunts exhaling through his lips as you clench down hard, gazes meeting once and for all, "i love you." you say, almost cry it out, and neuvillette wanted to be patient with you, claim your body to its full exhaustion afterwards, but not now, he cannot keep his cool this time— not anymore, not after you said those very three words he wasn't able to utter out all night.

you're truly driving him insane, and his body was pressing hotly against yours as you wiggle and writhe under him, puppy eyes watching him please you from under your lashes while you’re requiring more of his cock in you, please please, you say, your pussy clamping around his girth and milking him for good.

ex! husband neuvillette who tells you, "i love you too, i love you too.." in quick, fast paced syllables, and the burning veins in his body turn numb when you begin to cry out of joy and pleasure, hastily pushing your heels into his back to signal him to fuck you harder as he pounds away into your creamy pussy, dragging his hard erection along your sore walls and burning pleasure spots.

now— your nails simmer over his defined back, both sweetly indulging in each others company and the feeling of being one again, nothing else but solid, fast paced pleasure which was turning him on, so fucking much, his breathing puffed and winded, throwing his head back as you're doing your best to match his insane rhythm.

your pussy swallows him up like magic, your damp lashes tickling his shoulders as he buries his face against your neck to suck on the wet flesh, in accessory to the numerous amount of praises, declarations of love and filthy curses plastering your sweaty skin. or how about the swallowing screams and begs of your name that ripple through him as you moan out fervently, twitching under his towering body and arching your back.

oh, well? it's now or never your “ex” husband fears, and he decides to push his pulsing cock deep into your hole, deeper, just a little bit more, please! until you're desperately screaming into his shoulder, as far as it can fit into your little pussy, sending you over an intoxicating edge.

and ex! husband neuvillette was, at long last, back at where he should be, where he should've been all along, with you, making passionate and meaningful love to each other, because the man needed it, needed you close to him, and he cannot and will never again, paint the world without you in it.

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newfallstrangeleaves · 10 months

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Yandere with a unknown identity

Exchanging information

M!Yandere X F!Reader Warning: Dub-con (leaning towards consensual), dry humping but one is naked (?), NSFW. I don't know, just tell me if I need to add anything. Summary: You play along one of his game to get more information as to who your intruder could be. Author's note: If you are wondering who Robert is, I don't know either.

"Well, since he doesn't seem to be any danger to you, perhaps you could talk to him.” Robert says. He had invited you to a walk in the newly opened park. Since your last conversation the two of you had kept in contact. He has been eager to find a solution to your problem at any cost. This time the price seemed a bit high to your liking.

“That has to be one of your worst ideas yet.” You tell him.

“I'm just curious and I'm sure you would want to hear what he has to say too right?”

“Not if I'm used as bait!”

“Just give it a try, as of now we don't have any information to go off. It could give us a lead.”

“Fine, but you owe me.” You say as the both of you head out of the park.

“I'll gladly make it up to you!” He says practically bouncing up and down as the two of you part ways.

Your second encounter with your unknown intruder didn't take long. Two days after your conversation with Robert you had just fallen asleep in front of some show when you woke up to someone sitting down with a sigh at the other end of the couch.

"Eh, Hello…” You say, uncertain of how to act now when the time has come.

"Hi, darling." He does his little eye squinting that tells you he is smiling under his mask.

“I have questions…” You start.

“Oh, really? Well, ask away, we’ll see if I'll answer.” He leans back putting his gloved hands behind his head. “Go on.”

You think for a moment. Every question you had seems to have disappeared and your head is blank.

“What's your name?”

"Can't tell.”

“Do you live around here?” He only chuckles at your question and frustration grows inside your chest.

“So, you won't answer any questions?”

“I can, but it's not cheap.”

“Okay, I ask you a question and then you can ask me one.”

“No, not too interested in that.”

“What do you want then?”

“I dunno, what can you give me?” He smiles again. “I know, let's play a game.”

“A game? What game?”

“Lets say, with every question you ask, you take off one piece of clothing and I'll answer any question your heart desires.” The room falls quiet and he eyes you up and down for a reaction.

You think for a moment, biting your lip. You don't have too much on. Your socks would give you two questions. Your shirt might cover you up if you take off your pants. But that would give you only three questions until you will have to get bold…

“Okay, but no lying.” You state, he nods frantically eager for what's coming next. You take one of your socks off and he chuckles.

“You're really taking this seriously are you.” He teases.

“Shut up, I want you to answer my first question. What's your name?”

“Well, a name will be expensive. You can call me Bo, But if you want more than I think more will have to come off.”

“That's not what we agreed on.”

“Well, I suppose that wasn't specifically stated. I haven't lied to you and I answered your question. What more could you ask?”

“Fine, let's move on.”

“Do you want me to answer where I live next?”

“If it's free, sure.”

“Alright, I'll give you that as compensation for the last question. I live here in town.” You sigh, of course this wasn't going to be easy.

“Is that all I'm gonna get?” You ask as you cross your arms.

“If that's your next question then another sock will have to come off.” He says and points to your other foot.

“No no, It's not! Just let me think for a moment.” You look down fin your lap and try to think about something he can't slither out of. You take off your other sock as you ask.

“Where did you and I first meet?”

“I don't know, such things are impossible to tell, we could have run into each other on the streets or at the store…”

“No, you know what I mean. When did you first acknowledge me?”

"Yeah, fine. It was at this bar, personally one of my favorites. You had gone out with a few friends and I think one of them got in trouble and the police came."

“No, I remember that. Megan's ex came and started yelling at everyone.”

“Yeah… you looked really pretty that night.” he mumbles and you pretend not to hear him.

“Okay, then my next question is…” You stand up and start to take off your pants, your shirt is just long enough to cover your lower parts. “...,besides that time you and I met here, you know. Have we ever spoken to each other?” He looks down at his lap, fidgets with his gloves for a moment before he answers. It almost seems like he wants to tell you more. Maybe you can get him to slip up?

“Well, we did speak that night at the bar. I just checked in on you, making sure you were okay.” He looks back up at you. You nod eagerly. If you only can get him to talk some more. You take a deep breath then you stand back up and take your panties off. They slid down onto the pile on the floor and you sat back down. You make it a point to cover yourself with the shirt, but his eyes still linger, trying to get a glimpse.

“After that, when was the next time we spoke?”

“At the Christmas market, I was working that day.” He says, his eyes blown with lust.

“What do you work with?”

“I can't tell you that.” He shakes his head, eyes scanning you up and down. Knowing you will have him if you can get him to tell you, you start to amp up your antics. You pull your shirt over your head leaving you only with your bra on. He takes a deep breath and shifts in his seat.

“What do you work with?” You ask again.

“I told you I can't tell you that.” You unbutton your bra and throw it on the floor. Then you crawl to his side of the sofa and straddle his lap. His breath hitches at your actions.

“I have paid well enough for an answer to that question.”

“I'm sorry, darling. No can do.” He simply says and shakes his head.

“Well, I still have two questions left.” You can feel him growing hard where you sit, but you stay unmoving.

“Alright, shoot.”

“Have you been stalking me for long?”

“No, I'm not stalking you. I was just checking in, making sure that you were okay.”

“Yeah, you never know when someone might break in.” You say sarcastically.

“I can see the irony in it. But I was never here to harm you, that time was an accident, I didn't mean for you to catch me. But I'm glad that you did.” He says and puts his arms around you, pulling you closer. You feel the friction on your lower half as he moves you. You despise the fact that it's starting to turn you on.

“Okay, next question. Have we… met these last two days.”

“Yes.”

“We have?” You say shocked. “Where?”

“No more clothes, no more questions.” he simply says. You sigh frustrated. Then you get an idea. And with your dignity already out the window you go for it. You roll your hips against his crotch, once, then twice. He looks at you with hooded eyes as the friction seems to egg him one. As you grind against him he grabs your hips to move quicker.

“You never fail to surprise me.” He asks breathy. You can feel the friction making yourself wet too as well as his member growing harder.

“Oh no, for every question one of these has to come off, Preferably this.” You say and tugs at his shirt.

“Oh fuck.” He pulls you closer and hides his face in the crock of your neck as he grinds his hips in unison with you. He growls in your ear. Feeling the arousal grow inside you decide to put the questions on hold, seeking your own pleasure for the moment. It's when a low moan leaves your lips as a fold in his pants hits your clit just right that he stops.

“I won't let you cum if you don't tell me something. I know you want to, tell me you'll do what I say and I'll let you cum.” You nod but it's not enough. “Words, let me hear your pretty voice, love.”

“Yes, I will.” You tell him, trying to grind your hips but his hands hold you in place.

“Oh, you're so eager.” He says and looks into your eyes. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” You say, closing your eyes.

“Use my name, darling.”

“I want you, Bo ah-” He starts to grind your hips even more forcefully this time. Little gasps leave your lips and it only spurs him on.

"What do you want me to do, Darling?"

The combination of his small humps and the grinding back and forth bring you closer and closer to the edge. You focus on the only piece of him that is exposed and his eyes never leave you. Not for a second. It darts between your gaze to your bouncing boobs and back to your expressions.

All you can read of him is his eyes half closed and his brows furrowed.

"Tell me what do you want me to do?" He asks you again. You scramble yourself enough to give him a smirk before you lean closer and whisper.

"I want you inside of me." The way he moans at your statement you'd think he came right there.

"I want you and I want to be inside you too. Just not now, not today. Oh fuck."

Your legs are trembling as you fall over the edge. Your orgasm makes you throw your head back and moan loudly. Bo moves your hips to help you ride it out.

As you come back down from your high you take a jagged breath and Bo's movements settle.

"Fun playing with you." He says and he lifts you off him. Like last time he gets up and goes into the kitchen, he stops by your room before he returns. He has a glass of juice and a towel with him.

"I'd help you, but I'm kind of in a rush, sweetie." He moves a stray hair from your face before he heads out.

#yandere dubcon #yandere male #male yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #tw yandere

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syn0vial · 9 months

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man, i continue to be blown away by the thought put into astarion's romance, even in seemingly throwaway scenes.

i just did zethino's test of love with him at the circus of the last days and there's such a stark difference between what wins you approval with him and what wins approval with the other companions.

for those who haven't played this bit, zethino's test of love involves a dryad, zethino, testing how well you know your romantic interest by asking you personal questions about their inner lives—their hopes, their fears, their likes, and dislikes. for most of your companions, this is very straightforward: when you answer a question about them correctly, you win approval points with them. when you say something untrue or insulting, you lose approval points , bc they realize that you're trolling or that you don't know them as well as they'd hoped.

unless you're romancing astarion. in which case, you have to do almost the complete opposite to win his approval.

the other characters want you to prove you know them by answering correctly. astarion wants you to prove you know him by lying—or, at least, refusing to pick the most accurate answer.

case in point: astarion does not like it if you tell the truth about his hopes and fears. like, really doesn't like it. answering honestly about his greatest fear, in particular (his fear of being enslaved again), causes you to lose a whole 4 approval points, twice as much as you lose with the other companions for outright insulting them. you can lose another one before that for answering honestly that his greatest desire is freedom. in both cases, he'll acknowledge that you're right—and then express dismay that you'd disclose that kind of information to a stranger. hell, you can figure out from the very first question that he's not comfortable taking this test with you at all; when the dryad asks what makes astarion happy, you lose approval if you say he's happy to take this test with you now.

so if astarion doesn't want you to pick the most accurate answers for him and honestly doesn't really seem to want to take this test with you at all, which answers can you pick to win approval with him?

well, whichever ones are funniest, of course! you don't win points with him for picking the deepest, truest answers, but the silly, flippant ones that make him laugh. what's astarion's greatest desire? well, me, of course! what's his greatest fear? breaking a nail, obviously. he's delighted by your refusal to take the test seriously and actually approves more of funny, light-hearted answers than badass, flattering ones.

i just think the whole sequence is such a fun and interesting exploration of his character and your relationship with him, all in a silly little side-activity where it would've been easy to just give all the characters the same win-conditions. little details like this are really the game's brightest moments, imo!

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion meta #i also absolutely love that astarion likes your silly answers about him more than the badass ones #like astarion WILL like it if you answer that he's a fearless assassin out for revenge #but he'll like it even more if you say he's a lovestruck fop afraid of breaking a nail #i just find that delightful

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spacebaby1 · 9 days

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After you (PART 4)

(Reader!Nanami's widower / Gojo Satoru)

"What do you think about a small house with a huge garden full of flowers? Like very very very different flowers?" You chuckled at your request as you lay on your husbands lap under the tree at the park. Nanami chuckled ruffling your hair, "whatever your heart desires, even if I have to build that house with my own hands." You gasped faking a surprised face, "look at you being so cute!" He rolled his eyes laughing with you and kissing the ring finger. "I can't wait to grow old with you."

The two boys; Megumi and Choso fell asleep on your lap as the TV played on random cartoon with Yuji in his little pillow bed placed on the other side of the couch. Satoru was putting away the dishes even when you told him to let them and that you'll clean them but he insisted on helping.

"They are sleeping?" Satoru said in a low voice when he appeared behind you, "do you need anything before I head out sweets?"

You wanted to ask him to get your boys to bed since you were terrified you'll accidentally drop them like you almost did earlier, but you just shook your head at his question. He smiled, "You sure?" You just nodded with a small smile, "call me if you need anything? Seriously just call me and I'll be here no matter the time. Hhm?"

You smiled resting your hand on Choso and Megumi's head, "thank you for today, I don't know how to thank you sat-" your voice cracked, "damn it I don't know why I keep crying." You tried to laugh at it but ended up tearing up.

Satoru immediately gathered Megumi and Choso from your lap and placed them on the other couch before sitting beside you and pulling you in a hug as you cried trying to not wake the kids, "Why him? Why my Nanami? Why not me-"

"Don't say that! Shhh" Satoru rubbed your back as you cried. "I'm sorry I'm such an idiot for not holding on as much I'm supposed to, I feel so stupid-'.

"You're not stupid for feeling sadness, stop saying that. It's normal to cry, it's okay to cry and the grief is something that we all feel, so please don't day these things about yourself. Do you want me to stay? I can stay if you want me to help you with the kids, I might know how you are feeling right now but I was once, remember when Megumi's mama passed away? You were there for me. You helped me more than anyone and I want to be there for you."

You shook your head moving away as you whipped the tears away, "I know but you've already done enough. I-I just want to be able to do it myself, I can't ask you to stay around forever-"

"Tell me and I will." Satoru interpreted you, "w-what?" You asked confused. He sighed placing both his hands on your shoulders, "if you want me to stay around forever I will, just tell me that you feel like I'm worthy to be around you and the kids so I can help you in everything. Please?"

You slowly pushed his hands away and looked away from him because you knew what he was saying what hurt the most is that you knew that Nanami would agree with it but you didn't want to, you didn't want to let go.

You moved away from where you sat not looking at Satoru at all. He reached his hand but stopped before placing it on your shoulder, "I'm sorry it I overstepped, but you know I will always be here for you, please take care." With that, he grabbed Megumi and headed towards the door. You heard the door open and shut. You sobbed again, covering your face in your hands.

#jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #soft gojo #gojo dad #dad gojo #gojo x reader #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru angst

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linberlyy · 5 months

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Let's be honest: Criston's offense’s more than justified and well-reasoned. Another question is how much this very offense is, but everyone will judge this through their own internal compass. Let me explain Cole’s motivation and worldview, maybe I'll open someone's eyes.

Let’s simulate the situation: we have a son from a humble family (so low that his position was low even for an engagement), who, with sweat, blood, his skills and efforts, carved out a place for himself in the Kingsguard, taking into account that, thanks to the goodwill of a representative of the royal family, - who has a golden spoon in her mouth, we remember, was able to get a healthy assessment of her capabilities and skills without watered calculations.

- “I know what it’s like to fight for something that others don’t value.”

He owes his new position precisely to the favor of the princess, and we have no reason to refute Criston’s conscience, because BEFORE any traumatic and drastic changes/events, he manifests himself as a conscientious and devoted knight, with a clear worldview.

They spend a lot of time together, and already at Aegon’s name day we see that the level of trust between Rhaenyra and Criston is high, moreover, it is rapidly gaining momentum when she opens some part of her soul, shares things that can be called “personal”, laments his situation and outlines the problems he faces. Most notable:

— “My father is trying to sell me to Jason Lannister. I was named heir to the throne only to improve the position of Lord Casterly Rock.

— Should I kill him?”

This is literally a joke about killing the LORD that Criston makes in the presence of the princess, and it is remarkable that they both laugh without taking it seriously.

— “You can choose your own path, you are lucky. Many would gladly change places with you.

— “I am the princess of Dragonstone, but I am toothless.”

— “Once, not so long ago, you were able to write my name in the White Book. A position in the Kingsguard is the highest honor for the Cole family. I owe you everything. And I wouldn’t call it toothless.”

He provides her with sincere support, without greedy or hypocritical intent, and she accepts it with open arms.

The development of their relationship, on the initiative of the princess, follows immediately when, after some time, abandoned by Daemon (I condemn) in a brothel, she persuades Criston to have sex. Rhaenyra lures him into the room, plays with the helmet, kisses him, not allowing him to leave, and then tries to free the knight from his armor. Yes, Criston could more than experience romantic feelings towards his princess, but above all, it was a kind of admiration, sincere gratitude for what bestowed her favor on the rootless commoner. His representation of Rhaenyra may seem banal and naive, namely as “a poor princess, enslaved by her position,” we will note this in the future. But based on his pure motives, he faces a choice in which his feelings equally suffer, his vows and, of course, the wishes of his object of desire, in relation to whom Criston has never crossed the line before, are called into question. Many may underestimate the pressure that arises between the statuses and titles of total opposites, and only in the example of “maid - prince” do some realize the problematic nature of such a union, but not “princess - knight”. Please note: despite gender, it is still a class difference that breeds power with abuse. And, unfortunately, Cole cannot know and be sure that Rhaenyra’s need to get sex here and now has nothing to do with her love for him. He hesitantly follows the princess's lead, putting aside his white cloak.

Next we see and hear that Criston is ashamed of himself for violating his honor, neglecting his duty, although he listened to his heart, to his duty to Rhaenyra.

— “You occasionally confided in me... Over the years of acquaintance. And it seems to me that I know you. A little.

— “More than a little.”

Another imaginary confirmation in Christon’s eyes of reciprocity.

— “You have said many times how you despise your position. That you will be married off at the whim of your father, without thinking about the inclination of your heart. And this day has come."

He imbues her with the problem mentioned in the past; driven not only by his dilemma, but also by Rhaenyra's “confinement,” a literal shackle that equally binds and constrains them both.

— “I ask you to come with me. Away from all this, from the humiliations and burdens of your heritage. Let's leave all this and look at the world together. We will be free, nameless. We are free to go wherever we want, to love whoever we want. Will you marry me? Not for the crown. For love.

— “I’m the Crown, Ser Criston. Or I will be her. I can complain about my debt, but would I choose infamy in exchange for a barrel of oranges, or a ship to Asshai? It is my duty to marry a noble of a great house. But my marriage is not the end all be all. Ser Criston, Laenor and I have come to an understanding. I gave him the right to do what he wants. He granted me the same”.

— “Do you want to make me a whore?”

— “I want what started to continue.” You are my protector. My white knight”.

— “I made a vow, a vow of chastity. I have nothing but my white cloak, and I have stained it! I thought the wedding would cleanse him.”

Literally, Criston pours out not only his soul to Rhaenyra, but also to us, as viewers. He dictates the reality of his situation, assures that he can provide and protect the princess as much as possible. But, of course, for the blood of the dragon, for the heiress, for the father’s daughter, who was previously brought up in the conditions of “do you want it? Get it!” such a prospect is worthless. Naive of Cole? Yes, but not without reason.

After everything, he feels extremely vulnerable, as well as after a sincere confession to the Queen - which responds even more precariously and nervously to any conscience and confidence, despite her gratitude. Already at the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, Cole, like a taut string, stands at the service, but restlessly and nervously looks at the princess.

— “I’m on duty, what’s your business?”

— “You don’t know me, Ser Criston, but this alliance is very important to both of us.”

— “If you have something to say, Ser Joffrey, speak.”

— “Ser Laenor is as dear to me as I know the princess is to you. We must swear to keep them and their secrets. We’re not in any danger yet... They are safe.”

Sounds like a threat to a pins and needles knight with a stained cloak and a sense of duty, don’t you think? Criston can only guess how Joffrey knows about his affair with the princess, and only one of the options may look convincing - Rhaenyra telling Laenor about this, who could notify his lover along the chain. Again, every possible inclination towards princess on his part is undermined when their secret is at stake. Yes, Criston succumbs to anger and panic, resentment and hopelessness, for which he commits a much more terrible act than calling a woman names. But even so, Cole feels guilt, boundless disappointment, and at the lynching he also feels remorse. He plans to voluntarily commit suicide and admits his every mistake. This scene is literally the rebirth of a knight in the rays of Alicent’s understanding and favor.

And as a result: people complain countless times and blame Criston for swearing towards Rhaenyra, for which he apologizes. Cool. Let's think critically and delve into the story and characters, and not spit hypocrisy.

#hotd #anti team black #houseofthedragon #rhaenyra targaryen #pro team green #team green #the greens #criston cole #alicent hightower

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buccini555 · 7 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

˗ˋ Headcanons of how they would act if they saw you having an anxiety attack ♡‧₊˚

₊❏❜ ⋮ H e a d c a n o n s !

. . ⇢ 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Wakasa Imaushi, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi and Hakkai Shiba ꒱ ↷

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana wouldn't understand the reason for your crisis, much less know exactly what to do, for that reason, he would feel extremely frustrated seeing you suffering like that.

He wouldn't show it, but he would be a little desperate, despite that, Izana sat next to you and hugged you, speaking a few brief words with the intention of slowly calming you down and drying your tears, caressing your face with love and kindness.

After everything at least seemed fine, Izana would question the reason for such a crisis, but would also respect your time and space, he would be more careful after such situation.

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

At first, Wakasa wouldn't give much importance to your crisis, he wouldn't really think it was something that serious, however, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, the older would be extremely worried and feel guilty for not having given you the necessary support.

He would remain by your side, in total silence, just hugging you and stroking your hair, seeing you cry hurt his heart, so he would wipe away each of your tears and hug you even more.

After calming you down, he would ask a series of questions about how you felt, Wakasa would become more attentive and careful with your mental health, paying more attention to your crises and feelings, he would do everything to help you, even without his understand very well.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

It is undeniable that Kazutora often suffers from anxiety attacks, for that reason, he would know almost exactly what you would be feeling at that moment, seeing you going through something like that would make him sad, but, he would put a smile on his face and give you everything possible to calm you down.

Kazutora would try to talk to you and give you a big hug, he would respect your time and space, but Kazutora would definitely not leave your side at any time until he was sure you were feeling better.

After seeing that you had calmed down, Kazutora would talk to you and listen to you with as much patience as possible, he would promise himself that he would take better care of you and that he would also never make you anxious for any reason.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Baji wouldn't understand and much less would he know what to do, despite that, his only desire would be to help you get out of that crisis, for that reason, Keisuke would do his best to calm you down, even though he's not the most calm person in the world, Baji would try to remain calm and be careful.

He would hug you and caress you, Baji knew he wasn't very good with words so he would prefer to remain silent, to compensate for that, he would give you all the love he could give until you finally calmed down.

After seeing you in crisis for the first time, Baji started to be more attentive to your anxiety, doing his best not to make you feel that feeling again, besides, he would start to understand your feelings better and learn to deal with your moments, he would definitely do anything for your well being.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya would know how to deal with the situation like no one else, even so, he would be worried about your state and mental health, starting to pay even more attention to you.

He would hug you, but if you didn't want so much physical contact, he would just remain by your side, comforting you with words and light caresses on your hair, Mitsuya would sincerely do his best to get you out of such a crisis.

After calming you down, he would make you drink some water and eat something, Mitsuya would also give you lots of affection and hugs, as well as listening to you carefully if you wanted to talk about your crises or your anxiety, Mitsuya would promise to always be there to help you take care of you and do everything possible to ensure that your crises at least become less frequent.

𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

Believe me, Hakkai would also go into a crisis, he would be extremely worried about your condition, seeing you in the middle of a crisis would make him anxious, despite this, Hakkai would put his nervousness aside to take care of you.

To calm you down, he would remain by your side, even if in silence, Hakkai would want to show you that you are not alone, he would avoid saying anything to calm you down for fear of causing you even more bad feelings, to reward your lack of speech, Hakkai would hug you, giving you little kisses on your forehead and hold your hand until you felt calmer.

After your crisis eased, he would still be around, giving you all the affection possible and ensuring that there were no other crises, Hakkai would also try to distract you and listen to you carefully if you wanted to talk about that crisis or what caused your anxiety.

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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My Turn (Daemon x Reader)

This gave a refreshing note of a “what if” and I haven’t written angst in a while so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did

“Hightower women are cursed with the burden of being second wives”

Such a vile statement that the people at court would whisper for queen Alicent and her sister (y/n). When Alicent married king Viserys no one was aware of how heavy it sunk in little Alicents heart. (y/n) idolised her older sister since she never met their mother.

Alicent had already given birth two children and (y/n) remained a maiden, she did not mind if she was honest, the entire concept of wedlock terrified her, her hopeless romantic side yearned for a knight in shinning armour that would sweep her off her feet, however she did not allow herself to foolishly dream of such a future seriously.

“I come with wonderful news”

“You are with child again?”

“No, you are to marry”

“What? No”

“Yes sister, it has been long overdue, besides your lord husband is quite eligible”

“Care to share the name?”

“Daemon Targaryen”

Daemon had never been cruel to (y/n), he was fair enough to understand this was not her fault, on the contrary he acknowledged the effort she put everyday to make their marriage work, always greeting him with a kind smile, listening with the deepest intention, asking about his interests and yet he still could not… love her, it was odd still it was the truth, he turned cold against her, respected her but kept her at arms length, she was a good companion to him that were bind by wedlock and nothing more.

He tried, he really did try to deny Rhaenyra, after the brothel incident he attempted to cut the cord with his beautiful niece, but how could someone turn his back to such a woman that is Rhaenyra? She had bewitched him, wrapped his free will around her pretty little finger, the two dragons held a bright fire that was meant to burn side by side.

(Y/n) was the complete opposite of Rhaenyra, a meek and frail character, a pious girl that was lost within her religion, a septa was always by her side, though she was also kind, gracious, charitable.

“Do I repulse you that much?”

“What?”

“You can barely look me in the eye, I-I do not know what it is that makes you hate me so much”

“I do not hate you (y/n)-“

“Then why are you so cruel to me?”

Her voice broke as she questioned her husband, it had been Aegons nameday and (y/n) had more than one glass of wine, truth serum took over her brain as she walked in her husbands chamber to drill him.

Tears ran down her cheeks while her chin quivered, Daemon did not know how to answer her, he felt guilt pang his chest, she had been a dutiful wife, a loyal woman, however affection was not something that came naturally to him when it came to his wife.

“My dear wife”

He whispered to her, his voice softer than usual. Daemon reached for her, cupping her soft cheeks and her wiped away her tears with his thumbs, the bronze Bitch had never made it so difficult to be his usual unfriendly self, (y/n) made him fight with his own self and morals.

“I just- I wanted us to be happy”

She managed to confess between her sniffles, under the candle light she looked so wonderful, her nightgown let her shoulders, arms and chest bare, he had forgotten what her figure looked like since their wedding, she was pretty, desirable even.

Daemon might not have been the best lord husband, albeit he gifted her with the biggest love she could ever ask for, the love of a child. That night (y/n) caressed her stomach, deep inside she could feel her little dragon, the babe found refuge in her belly after their coupling.

Daemon had held his first born true son in his arms he felt the connection, however he recognised that on that morrow (y/n) became a mother for the first time, Daemon did not.

He had been decent, secretive with his affair with Rhaenyra, he owed (y/n) that much to allow her to walk around the castle with some decency, especially his two children, Baelon and Alyssa to be free of those whispers about their father.

“Why the frown sweet Aemond?”

“Everyone arrived with their dragons”

“Except of you and Alyssa”

“Everyone thinks I am a failure”

“do you think Alyssa is a failure?”

“No, Alyssa is kind and beautiful and funny-”

“And without a dragon, you know the greatest woman I have ever met does not ride a dragon”

“Who?”

“Your mother and yet look at her, the clement queen and the most elegant of them all”

As Aemond looked down at his shoes (y/n) took it upon herself to wrap her one arm around him and kiss the top of the princes head in endearment, she had witnessed how cruel Rhaenyras children were with their jokes, the pig incident had been the worst, Alyssa cried for two morrows from embarrassment.

“The gods work in mysterious ways, they take and then give back in ten fold, be patient, have faith and you shall be rewarded, also Baelon will take you for a ride on grey ghost, does that sound fun?”

“Really?”

“It is a sin to lie”

To see Aemonds face light up and ran to his nephew Baelon with excitement made (y/n)s day, she just remained still and allowed the scene of Aemond and Baelon talk about grey ghost.

“Thank you for that sweet sister”

Alicent approached her sister, as the ladies stood side by side the dress (y/n) was wearing was almost identical, the Hightower green stood out in between the Targaryen reds and blacks, (y/n) smiled at her older sister before she allowed her hand to brush against the queens upper arm for comfort.

“No reason to thank me, at the end of the day we only have family to lean on”

“Depends on what family are you referring, we are surviving between dragons you know”

“Alicent-“

“Where is your lord husband (y/n)? Oh that is right, I see him now, talking with Rhaenyra once again as he has her son in his arms. It is particularly odd, I have never seen him this affectionate with Baelon nor Alyssa”

Daemon and Rhaenyra had always been close, ever since she could remember Daemon had a soft spot for Rhaenyra, if she was honest they were times that she felt like there was a silent competition between her and the Targaryen princess.

As a woman and a wife it was considerably painful, as a mother she could not allow her emotions to poison their two children. (Y/n) had a eyes and a brain, it did not require more than that to identify the tenderness Daemon used around Rhaenyra, howbeit she swallowed the lump and her pride, shaking her head slightly to rid herself from all the thoughts.

“Such a observant lady you are, you know I could also say the same for your children, his grace has never been affectionate with either of the children you brought in this life, at least one thing I can say for myself is that my lord husband has never called me by his late wife’s name”

It was low blow, a punch in the gut and a dirty way to play but (y/n) had lost control, Alicent was her family, her confidant, she could not just listen to her sister spew such accusations for the father of her children.

(Y/n) felt suffocated, like Alicent had stolen all the air from her lungs, she did not spare a look to the queen as she stepped away from her to approach her youngest daughter Alyssa who was sitting on the floor by Heleanas side.

“My lovely lady bugs, it is getting quite late, why don’t we go inside?”

“Mother Heleana found a scorpion”

“Careful now Heleana, scorpions are known for their poisonous tail”

“The sting of the green scorpion will poison the mighty red dragon”

(Y/n) listened intently to her nieces riddles whenever she could hear them, Heleana was a kind soul and withheld a powerful gift, she was a dreamer, but this one seemed difficult to solve, dragons were Targaryens but who was the scorpion?

Alicent and (y/n) could never truly stay mad at each other, it wasn’t odd that the soldier who warned them about their children found the two ladies enjoying tea by the fire. The two had ran to their children, Aemond had been stitched up while Maelor suffered an injury across his collarbone.

“Jace? Luke! Show me, show me dearest”

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Once Daemon barged in the room with Rhaenyra he stood in front of the princess and allowed his eyes roam the room to find the corporate of the young Lucerys being wounded.

Voices erupted as Aemond, Baelon, Jace and Luke accused one another for the incident. The tired and ill king tormented by the pain of his plague could barely even talk so he resided with stomping his cane.

“Silence! All of you! What has happened on this grim day?”

“Your son has been maimed and her sons are responsible”

“It was an accident”

“Accident? The young Lucerys and Jacaerys managed to harm both prince Baelon and Aemond with their blade, they meant to kill not to tease”

(Y/n) chimed in fiercely, to see the blood of her first born stain his clothes as one of the maesters stitched him up and her nephew lose an eye, the tragedy stirred up a fire in (y/n)s heart.

“I am certain the princes can explain why they acted out like this”

(Y/n) scoffed at the words of her husband, there their son stood being the receiver of an attempted assassination and he still had the audacity to defend Rhaenyras children.

“Vile insults were thrown to my sons, they merely defended themselves”

“Defend? Correct me if I am wrong princess, wasn’t it your sons that pulled the most ridiculous and humiliating prank on dear Aemond?, it is they who chased down my son and Aemond to act like bullies in the middle of the night”

“(Y/n) do not allow your temper to take over, our son accused the future heir of illegitimacy, a treacherous crime”

“He is our son Daemon, in case you have forgotten, how can a father be so cruel to his first born?”

(Y/n)s voice broke when she drilled Daemon. She had done everything she could to keep their family together, to appear as a living couple and spare their children from the pain of being the second best, she covered her ears when her father and sister would ask questions about how close of a relationship Daemon had with Rhaenyra.

Now, when it was the time that he must stand up for their children, he was against them, he called their son “treacherous”, she was baffled at the emotions she was experiencing, her chest felt heavy from the fury and unfairness she was being treated with.

“Who spoke these lies to you prince Baelon?”

The king questioned. (Y/n) was known for her pacifist acts, she desperately searched for the good in people, nonetheless her son is being accused of treachery after he has been attacked, he was still being stitched when the king questioned him.

“It was Aegon, he said Rhaenyras children are my siblings”

The sensation (y/n) experienced was only described as a cold bucket of water was dumped on her head. The whispers had nipped her heels for so long, she could take it, on the other hand her children could not be put on that blade, Daemon had failed to protect them while he whole heartedly stood against his own wife to protect Rhaenyra.

Suddenly everything was clear, like a veil was lifted from (y/n)s eyes, Daemon had exposed them to shame and embarrassment, making a fool out of their wedlock for princess Rhaenyra.

Her eyes fell upon the blade (y/n) had gifted her husband for his nameday, a fine gift that she had requested from old town was sitting on his husbands waist band.

“Dear lord husband, do you have anything to say in your defence?”

She questioned him as she took a few steps to finally stand close enough. Daemon remained silent, not exactly sure of how to deal with this situation, he looked back on all his mishaps, on all the time he detected servants whispering while he conversant with Rhaenyra in the garden.

Daemons passion and love for her had left him exposed, he had dishonour Baelon and Alyssa that had tears pooling their eyes, waiting for their father to protect them and even defend their honour, deny everything and put their young minds to rest.

“my turn”

Was all (y/n) said before she swiftly took the dagger from Daemon and charged for the princess Rhaenyra, the princess was quick on her feet and managed to stop (y/n)s hand mid air, still the Hightower lady persisted all while grunt left her lips from the agony of embarrassment, even though Rhaenyra was defending herself she could not completely disregard (y/n)s feelings, casted aside and forced to work things out herself, however Rhaenyra always loved Daemon, it was their destiny to be together.

“It is time you pay for everything you have done”

“You have gone mad”

“Yes I have and your family is responsible for it. you have frowned upon me for so long, my husband turned his back on us every time our children needed their father, you have pointed the finger at my sister for everything that slightly inconvenienced you. We loved you, served you fiercely but we were never good enough for royalty, the dragon can only feel loved or give love to its own kind”

“As a pious woman expected you to be the selfless princess you portray yourself as, now you exposed yourself without me having to lift a finger, saint (y/n)”

It was that sentence that compelled (y/n) to give one last push with all her might, Rhaenyra shoved her away earning herself a clean cut from the blade, a few drops of blood dripped on the well polished floor and a unanimous gasp was breathed out from the people in this room.

Daemon caught Rhaenyra as she stumbled back and grabbed her arm to see the injury while (y/n) froze with her eyes almost popping from her eye socket, shocked at what she has done.

Rhaenyra spared a look to (y/n) full of questions, everyone’s breath hitched at the sight of two mothers coming to violence over words left unspoken for so long, the pain wasn’t as bad as the emotion Rhaenyra was experiencing, battling between backing herself and claiming her love for Daemon.

Rhaenyra was not as cruel as to not recognise (y/n) was caught in the crossfire, her heart tugged at the tears that started to form on her attackers eyes, the young lively girl she had once met was now an empty shell of a woman

“Mother, are you alright?”

Baelon reached his mother, concern written all over the young boys face. (Y/n) threw away the blade, disgusted about the way she acted while her children were present, her hands found the boys cheeks and placed a kiss on his forehead. Alicent and Aemond along with Alyssa came as well, surrounding (y/n) to support her, Daemon and Rhaenyra with the children on the other side, holding the princess up as her blood was shed.

Daemons heart was shattered and he could not help but feel responsible over this, Rhaenyra caught the sharp side of the blade and the bad side of his wife, his true born children betrayed by him, his love children exposed to the truth far too young, the blade did not just cut Rhaenyra, it also cut the bond between him and his true born children, all because he dared to love.

“Do not fret over me my sweet son, Hightowers are known for following tradition, sons will always come before daughters”

“Hightowers mayhaps, Baelon carries the name of Targaryens, and family comes before all”

“Exactly which family are you referring to Daemon? Yours and mine or Rhaenyras and…. Laenors?”

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rippersz · 9 months

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𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙.

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both, gore, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Reader)

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“Is that all you want to be? Liked? Wouldn’t you rather be passionately and voraciously desired?” ~ Margaret Atwood

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There’s something wrong with you.

There’s something definitely completely entirely seriously wrong with you.

She looks so pretty today.

Utterly irresistible.

You kind of want to kiss her. But she had lunch earlier. And you are in the middle of a staff meeting. And though she often brushes her teeth and uses breath mints, you don’t really want to taste the lingerings of human tissue. Even if the sounds of her pleasure would make it more bearable.

They probably wouldn’t though, of course. Because kissing a cannibal is not bearable in any way. And you’d probably throw up right after. And you’d probably gag and tell her to get away from you. And you’d probably have to wrench yourself away after realizing that although her mouth feels so good, and her hands feel so soft, she has painted entire walls red with her strength. And she has licked them clean with the same tongue she’d no doubt drag along your teeth.

…So no. Maybe kissing her wasn’t a very good idea.

And she was your boss. There was that too.

“Alright everyone, I think that’s it for today. Swift reminder that the Academy will undergo a planned power outage on Friday. Considering most of you will be chaperoning the students at the carnival that evening, I’ll be staying behind to look after the maintenance crew. If all goes well, it should be restored by the next morning. Please enjoy the rest of your days - if you need me, you know where I am.” Swift and to the point she was. Always so quick to hand out little encouraging smiles. Always eager to provide some words of wisdom or kindness. A very well-built facade.

And of course, because they have no other reason to doubt, they eat it all up with vigor. Little kittens to their saucer of fattening milk. Never ever stopping to question how Principal Weems is the way she is. And why she is the way she is. And what she does during her free time.

“Y/n, will you accompany me to my office please?”

You pause in the doorway, feeling the heel of your shoe touch the floor with a small muted clack, experiencing the drop of your heart as your fate is sealed without a single word.

But she doesn’t really need a response anyway. She knows you’re going to say yes. She knows you can never deny her - not unless she asks you to indulge in another one of her very well-cooked meals.

Compliments to the chef, you supposed.

“Of course, Larissa.”

Of course, Larissa.

What a fuckin’ pansy. You twisted bitch.

“Thank you,” is her soft responding whisper before she’s slipping past you and strutting out into the hall - leaving you to close the door behind you both and trail after her like a hungry mutt.

A strange beast of utter tranquility seems to exist within Larissa at all times whenever she’s with you. Never before have you seen her angry, though you know from stories that- on occasion- her irritation can lead to fury. It’s not a pretty sight apparently. But you know that’s most likely not true. You know it’s probably a very pretty sight - but no one wants to admit it. And no one wants to talk about it. Some women are simply off limits even in mention whenever they become angry. Rage, after all, is a powerful thing. It travels through ears- time- and space.

You know you’ve never seen her that way because she doesn’t want to scare you.

You know it’s because she doesn’t want you to be scared of her. Only her.

But you can’t help but wonder - is it too late for that?

Are you already scared of her?

Or is there still time to put you at ease? Make you comfortable? Help you settle?

No.

No no no.

You will not settle. You will not let her rest. For as much as she hides it, you know Larissa lives on the edge of nervousness. She knows she can only control you but only to a certain extent. And she knows you set the pace; even though one would be led to believe that she has all the power. She doesn’t. It may be her turn to serve, but the ball is, perpetually, within your court.

“Please close the door behind you, thanks.” And with that, you find yourself led into the lion’s den; willingly putting yourself to the slaughter as she goes about setting her things down and straightening her dress to sit.

The door closes.

The silence falls.

You feel a bit nauseous.

You feel a bit excited.

You feel a bit crazy.

Daring.

She may be a murderer, a human-eater, a manipulative mad-woman with an incredible sense of fashion, but she also makes you feel alive. And that’s the scariest part.

Any woman knows that once something interrupts the din of daily living, once something begins to worm and thrive and corrupt, there is rarely any chance to go back. You are infected. The virus spreads. The lightning strikes the bones. The heart starts to pump faster than sound travels. You’re alive. For the very first time, you’re alive. Your mother’s womb was not a home. And the world was not a result of love. You’re alive only due to that thing.

Only due to her.

You want to run out of the room.

You want to face her.

Your heart speaks before your mind does.

She’s looking at you. Contemplating you, which she always seems to do. Running her eyes up and down your back, and across your arms, and over your chest and shoulders and down to your midsection and legs. She isn’t thinking about eating you or cooking you - at least you don’t think so. No. No, she’s just admiring. Allowing herself to be before she has to jump back into her role as ‘The Principal’. Or ‘The Murderer’. Either way, you don’t always like the staring - so you break her trance when you turn and walk over to the chairs opposite her desk.

“What is it now?” Your words come out in a huff when you sit, placing your bag on the floor by your side. “I have things to do.” No, you don’t. You wouldn’t have followed if you did. But that’s also not true. You followed only because you wanted to - because curiosity has always been your greatest enemy. And she smiles brightly because she knows that.

“I was just curious about something,” is her easy response. Her hands move to clasp themselves together.

“Hm. What?” Crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back into your chair is the only way you can maintain an air of control. It probably doesn’t work, but that’s beside the point.

“I’ve been growing bored lately. Summer is so far away and the days are dragging on longer than they ever have before,” Larissa laments, letting out a sigh (most definitely forced) to go along with it.

You raise an eyebrow. Where is she going with this?

“I think they’re coming along just fine. And winter is ending soon so it’s not that far.”

But she’s never been one to back down from a challenge, so instead of taking the hint and changing tactics, Larissa only smiles and gives you a small incline of her head. It’s the only recognition you’ll ever receive in regards to ‘being right’.

“Mmm but think of the events we’re all planning for. They’re fun, sure, but time consuming. Though the carnival, in particular, will provide some excitement for everyone...”

Everyone but me, of course is what she means to say.

You resist the urge to frown.

It’s just another thing about Larissa Weems. The guilt. The sympathy. She is not harmful, you try to tell yourself. But she is. She is just a woman, you insist. That doesn’t make it better. She… she needs help. But then you look at her and you know that she doesn’t want help. And want and need are two different things. And whatever Larissa is about to ask of you next, you’re pretty sure it’s something she wants and something you need.

“Okay… and this has to do with me h-”

“I’d like to have fun as well. Just for one evening. Would you be interested in joining me?”

You blink.

This time around, there’s nothing giving her away. In fact, she’s very still in her seat - practically on the edge - wondering if the invisible line the two of you always seem to move around has finally been crossed. Your points of contact consist of meals taken in her study and the occasional quick stroll through the hall. There is nothing outside of that. So what is this? And why now? And what did she mean?

Well. You’ll never know unless you say-

“...Sure.”

What’s the worst that could happen?

You could die.

Meh. What’s a little death?

“Wonderful,” is the slow toothy-smiled response you receive. Though her reaction is all sunshine, with the way her eyes crinkle and her nose scrunches and her head tilts a little bit, some part of you knows she’s surprised. It’s found in the way her eyebrows tick up just the tiniest bit. She was expecting a fight. Or more questions. Or any type of refusal at all. But perhaps you’ve grown soft… perhaps you don’t care.

You do, though. You do care.

But, you reason, in the face of The Devil, would a lone Angel not know that it’s better to play along and wait than to find themselves in trouble, stuck for eternity? Because that is what you’re doing, is it not? You’re waiting, no? Observing? While she may be the predator in the underbrush, staring through the bush, you’re the prey with more speed, faster reflexes, and keener eyes. You peer and you watch, knowing that the moment will come in which you’ll need to race off to the edge of the world - and never look back. Just like the Angel finding their time to leave.

But you are no Angel. Don’t you dare compare yourself to that.

Hm. Maybe not. But nonetheless.

“I was thinking of taking part in a game this Friday evening. One of our own, while we have Nevermore to ourselves…” Larissa says gently, drumming her fingertips on the surface of the desk. “Does that sound amenable to you, darling?”

Darling….

You clench your hands into fists, fighting down a violent shiver. Darling. Oh she was wicked when she spoke to you like that. All low tones and velvet tongue and blue eyes peering up through dark lashes… so knowing in her effects. Using them to her advantage. Like she figures that if she could be sultry for a long enough time, you’d somehow remarkably forget about her tendency to eat people. To devour them. To watch the life leave their eyes and think, yes, this one will be in my breakfast. Perhaps in an omelet. Or maybe a side dish of meat with a main course of cinnamon toast and honey.

“What kind of game?” There’s an edge to your voice. It gives you away.

What makes you think she won’t eat you next?

There’s a flash of pink tongue running over white teeth. A quirk of a smile. A hum rumbling from the throat.

“A fun one. Hide and seek, most likely.”

You’d probably taste good. She’s thought about it before. There’s no way she hasn’t.

“And the terms?”

Ah. Hook, line, and sinker. She knows she’s got you.

“I think we should save that for the night of, don’t you agree?”

No. You don’t.

“Why?”

But it doesn’t really matter what you think.

“Well I believe we all need a little bit of surprise in our lives every once in a while. Who knows?” Larissa shrugs, shuffling in her seat to cross her legs at the ankles, “You too may find that you prefer to know all of the details when the time comes.” She licks her lips. You try not to stare. “And I’ve always been a woman of my word. So there’s no need to worry. Is there?”

Yes. Yes there’s always need to worry. Yes you worry very much. All the time. About many things. But mainly her. Primarily her. Nearly her all of the time. It’s reflexive, honestly. Instinctive. You track her movements with a thumping heart and hungry eyes - not because you want to eat her, but because you want to kiss her. Hug her. Fuck her. Until she forgets that she’s stronger than you. Until her hunger for human flesh dies down into nothing. Until you can cure her. Be safe with her. Be finally finally free with her.

Wishful thinking, of course. She can’t change.

So instead of doing what you do want to do and reach over to kiss her- or stab her with a nearby paperweight- you shoot her a heavy glare. “Why can’t you just be normal?” rests on the tip of your tongue, but you shove it back into the recesses of your throat. There’s no point in upsetting her. And the sight of her sadness makes you wanna throw up. And anything you say could be the cause of your death. So, to a certain extent, eggshells are where your feet rest. And dance. And twirl. And lord knows when you’ll be able to stand on solid ground again. Maybe when she’s behind bars, or in a mental ward, or six feet beneath the Earth… rotting, no matter what, but rotting far away from you.

The sound of her throat clearing has you tearing your eyes away from their spaced out spot on the window - and bringing them right back to her. The very epicenter of your worry. And your horror. And your lust. And everything. Everything everything everything.

“I-…” You want to tell her that you’re scared and unsure, but you don’t know if she’ll care. You don’t know if she’ll use that against you one day either. So without choices left, you sigh. “Yeah, okay. Okay. I’ll wait. Fine.”

And you hate the way her smile makes your heart skip a beat.

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Surprised Cannibal Larissa got so much love! I know it’s different, but I quite like writing the uncomfortable things. Lemme know if you’d like to see more of her? Thank you all. - Rip x

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taintedbenevolence · 8 months

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Yandere! Gojo Satoru x fem! reader | Yandere! Inumaki Toge x fem! reader

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GOJO SATORU

- ENTP - 28 y/o - He/him - December 7 - Jealous + Clingy + Self-indulgent Yandere

Gojo.. is a complicated one. By this I mean he isn't easy to pin down as a yandere type in itself. He has several traits that lead to different yandere categorizations, but I think that the best way to categorize him is as a jealous, clingy, and self-indulgent yandere.

JEALOUS - FIERCELY PROTECTIVE OR VIGILANT OF ONE'S RIGHTS OR POSSESSIONS

CLINGY - TO ACT NEEDY, DEPENDENT, JEALOUS, AND/OR OBSESSIVE

SELF-INDULGENT - EXCESSIVE OR UNRESTRAINED GRATIFICATION OF ONE'S OWN APPETITES, DESIRES, OR WHIMS

Gojo is generally someone charismatic with an open persona. He's the type of person who can either get along with everyone or be an asshole. Or both, even. That's just the type of person Gojo is, really.

However, when it comes to you, his energy goes out of bounds. He's someone very cheerful whose charisma will know no bounds when with you. He'll talk to you whenever he can, visit you whenever he can, shower you with random, spontaneous gifts whenever he can, and they might not even have the sender written on them.

It's on a degree, affectionate and cute, and also a little bit off-putting. He'll be all over you, asking you all sorts of questions.

How have you been? What have you been doing? What's your favorite time of the day? Why were you not at home at the usual time? With whom have you been spending time with? Do you like anyone in some sort of way? Do you love anyone? Do you love me?Do you hate me?

It's all sweet, but he's genuinely trying to catch your attention. Please, darling, can't you spare a second of your busy schedule and pay attention to him?

Will he have to fight for your attention and start removing any sort of obstacles that may be interfering, or will you finally look at him?

He's going to be stalking you anyways, so why bother trying ignore him?

Gojo's advances are paced and quick. He makes it clear from the start that he likes being around you and would not hesitate to be with you should he be granted the chance. If you're interested in him, that makes it all the better, and you're definitely in for some fun and a wild ride.

He'll show you all sorts of good and crazy things that come with being in a relationship with him. This may range from going on random trips to faraway places all the way to a nice cuddling moment during morning hours or late evening.

If you don't really like him, though, he won't care. You don't love him? He'll take it as a challenge, one that he welcomes entirely. He'll spend his time trying to charm his way to your heart, doing small favors all the way to more direct approaches to his intent.

When (and if) he sees that his attempts have not worked, he'll start to assume things. Are you with someone else? Is that why you don't want to be with him? Seriously, what does anyone else have that he doesn't? He could do so much better than whoever you're with.

Or maybe, you just are in denial. You're in denial, and you say you don't love him but you really do. How endearing! It's fine darling, just tell him! He won't judge you. He'll love you, hold you, protect you, care for you, what's there to lose?

He's going to push your every and individual button until you really show him what you feel. When he sees that all his doubts of why you're avoiding his advances are cleared and nothing works, he resorts to the worst.

Kidnapping you.

He has several ways of doing this. He could either right away nab you to his place and tie you up, or just knock you out. He could also just use a chloroform rag if he's feeling particularly lazy that day, but it might not be entirely efficient should you fight back and have good reflexes on how to act (it'd be a waste of resources and money).

He'll most likely just wait until you fall asleep, then take you quickly enough to his place, and if you still happen to be asleep, he'll tie you up, probably to a bed so you'll be comfortable, and place a blindfold around your head so that you can't see, and then place a rag on your mouth. It won't be deep enough to choke you, but it's just a cloth to make sure that if you scream, you won't be heard by anyone but him.

The second you wake up, you'll see nothing. Your first instinct then, is to scream, and then you'll hear Gojo's voice sounding again as he walks closer to you. He expected you to wake up later, but he doesn't mind this at all. He welcomes the surprise.

He takes off your blindfold, and for the first time in a while, you see him without his own, your eyes meeting his vibrant, blue hues. They're rather beautiful, and he knows that as enchanting as they are, they're also rather off-putting in this situation.

He'll hold you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he cuddles you, not really caring about how scared you might feel. He'll try to assure you that everything's fine and that you're safe here with him, but your mind and heart tell you otherwise.

Oh, and don't even dream about escaping. It's impossible. And even if you do somehow manage to escape, the second you leave, he'll know, and before you know it, you'll be back with even more restraints. It would take him less than five minutes to locate you. Whatever privileges you had before, you've lost them, and now you're trapped inside infinitely.

He's not really happy you tried to escape, but at the same time, it amuses him that you thought you could escape. He toys with the idea of a cat-and-mouse chase. He'd love to chase you down for the mere fun of it. He'd even have his usual, relaxed smile while he does it.

Now, what really pisses him off is if you reject any and all sorts of affection he tries to offer you. You try to get out of cuddling? Maybe he accepts it the first time, you're still getting used to this after all. He can understand that. Wipe off his kisses? Please, don't do that. He's trying. Avoid his gaze and look anywhere but him? Keep quiet and don't say a single word no matter what?

What the fuck is your problem?

He's not happy. Come on, can't you comply just once?

He's trying to understand just why it is you're acting in such a way. He can't comprehend why you would be like this, and he's not satisfied with it at all. He wants to know how to deal with it. And a behavior like this would require punishment.

Gojo isn't necessarily lenient. He might just starve you, or leave you alone entirely for days on end until he knows that you won't be able to stand it. He's going to drive you to tipping insanity until you become more and more dependent on him.

"Go on, darling. Beg. Beg me. Beg me to stay. Beg for my love."

That sweet act he had that he needed you? Please. You're the one who needs him. He wants you to be dependent on him, to depend on him for your needs.

Normally, this is supposed to be something healthy if balanced equally on both ends, but he takes it to the extreme, making it something unhealthy rather than helpful. He wants you solely depend on him for everything. He loves how helpless he can make you.

This will also show during more intimate aspects of your love life. Whenever he's holding you tight, his digits moving inside of you at a sufficient pace, he'll whisper words coated in honey as to wash you away in a fantasy. He'll fuck you through and through, and all while he holds you tight, smothering you in kisses.

In this moment, he wants this to be something special. He doesn't want you thinking about anything else other than him while he fills you up. He'll comfort you, straddle you, and hold you, whispering alluring and sweet words as the night passes by unending. This is meant to be something special, and he'll make it special.

After all, you're his, aren't you?

"That's right, darling.. there's no need to worry about anything else. I'm right here. I'm all you need to think about."

TOGE INUMAKI

- INTP - 17 y/o - He/him - October 23 - Caring + Protective Yandere

Much like Gojo, I had a hard time pinpointing what kind of yandere Inumaki would be. However, it was slightly more difficult than Gojo. It's not because he matches for several types, rather, I couldn't find any category to fully (and accurately) represent him. I decided to categorize him as a caring and overprotective yandere, given it's what I thought would fit best.

"Inumaki is a Cursed Speech user. He speaks in rice ball ingredients to not curse others."

Inumaki doesn't fall easily. He's not like some yandere types that tend to fall head over heels at first sight of their darling. It will take him time before he falls in love. This is to say, he'll become friends first, then develop interest, and then try to figure out how to deal with his feelings like a normal person.

The only small detail is that the more he grows attached to you, or the more time he spends with you, a small feeling to protect you grows too. It's not that he views you as weak either. He just thinks that he should be there to help protect you. A matter of concern for your well-being, the way he sees it.

And contrary to what most would think, Inumaki's an easy yandere to navigate and deal with should you not make any wrong moves. It could well turn out to be a relatively functional relationship so long as it's done well. To detail further, once Inumaki assesses his feelings for you, he'll realize it's not just love he's feeling, it's also obsession.

He'll know it's not exactly healthy, but will still try to show it in a healthy manner, as to not scare you off. When it comes to confessing, he'll most likely just write you a letter. He won't do it in person, unless he's confronted about his feelings directly by you, to which he'll then attempt to answer.

Something to note; Inumaki, regardless of your answer, is still protective of you and cares for you. His Yandere typing Caring and Overprotective show particularly when he believes that you're around a bad influence. He won't try to manipulate you into thinking that true friends you have are bad people, nor will he turn others against you so that you're all his, because he knows just how hard it is to have other people to truly care for you and have your back.

He cares for you very strongly, and thereby, grows incredibly protective of you when he thinks you're doing something irrational that could harm you or be detrimental to your health. This could be hanging around people that could hurt you, overworking yourself, unhealthy coping mechanisms and/or habits.

He's going to be there to offer you solutions to your problems, even if he's not exactly the best at communicating or showing that he does care and feel concern for you. He'll be there to help you out, if it makes you feel any better.

As for confessions...

If you reject how he feels, he's definitely going to feel heartbroken, but he'll get over that glum sentiment relatively quickly. After that, his obsession, instead of going away, grows more than his love for you, and starts to affect him more than before.

If you accept how he feels, it will work out better, and while it's certainly going to take a while to be able to learn how to communicate fluently with a lack of words, it will actually be a rather sweet relationship that ought to last.

When it comes to acting on his obsession, Inumaki would not exactly... kill for you, but he would most certainly fight for you, much like Itadori. Inumaki is not "willing to kill," because it goes against what he does for a living, and it's a waste of his time. Rather, cursing the person and then exorcising them is more in his favor, because it amounts to the masses of curses he already exorcises regularly.

Inumaki would try to convince you to stay with him if you ever realize that he's more deranged than he lets on. If it doesn't work, he'll use Cursed Speech, as much as he wishes not to. Just the words "Don't leave," are enough for you to freeze in your tracks. And from that point an on, you realize that whatever relationship you have him with him is not a colorful daydream.

He's kind, yes, but he's not exactly willing to let you leave either. He still does want you, after all, and even if you don't exactly love him back, he won't let you go. He will use his Cursed Speech to his advantage, even if his original plan was to not coerce you into this.

However, if push comes to shove... he'll do it anyways. He's willing to put his feelings of care and concern aside to achieve his goal if it means keeping you to himself. He's not against putting you in your place if it means he'll get to keep you within range.

Don't get the wrong idea; Inumaki wants what's best for you. He wants the two of you to have a functional, healthy relationship that can lead to a wonderful life, though that by now is much more like a dream-like delusion rather than a reality. He just hopes you can see that. He doesn't want to hurt you. But he also doesn't want to lose you.

Unlike other yandere types who say "I want what's best for you," for nothing more than a source for manipulation, Inumaki says such a statement truthfully and as a lie, so both as reassurance and manipulation. He uses it in both ways, depending which turns to his advantage.

This would, preferably, lead you to slightly become a bit more trusting of him. The way he views it, the more trust he gains from you, the better and easier it will be to have you believe his side of the story when it comes to explaining more serious matters regarding his feelings. And given his inability to actually speak in fluent, whole sentences normally without cursing others, it gives him a bigger opportunity to have you try and understand and open up to him.

Now, in the case that you don't want to be with him and you try to escape him? Inumaki won't take it lightly. He's not the type to take you back immediately as soon as he spots you, though. He observes you for a while. He lets you believe you've gotten away for a long while. He'll entertain this fake fantasy you have of being able to run away from him.

Even if he hates the mere idea of it.

He'll see that you're "happy" and running about, doing your usual, and meanwhile, he's just been preparing a perfect way to ensure you won't run away when he captures you. Last time, he just had you in his room, but maybe now, he'll have to strap you to a chair with ropes and other restraints to restrict you furthermore.

It won't even stop there, and all that he's done in the few days he's been tracking you after your "successful" escape. Maybe around three days, once you're back at your own room or house, he'll shut off the power and take you back.

You'll hear footsteps, and right before you manage to run again, you'll be hearing that chilling, cold voice that you thought you'd lost again; a simple command that'll keep you right in place.

"Don't move."

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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The way id eat my own thumbs to know what the bucci gang would do if sr reader mentioned off hand that she wanted a boyfriend. Just hanging out with them on a balcony and she just offhandedly sighs “I wish that could be me!” when she sees a girlfriend giggling with her boyfriend outside I just think itd be silly

Note: better get the salt and pepper out because i loved this idea so much i had to write it . it'd be criminal not to. godspeed to your thumbs.

[Scarlet Ribbons Index]

Giorno

“I hadn’t realized you were interested in romantic relations, [First].”

Smooth and practical — Giorno Giovanna never wastes an opportunity. That's what he considers this to be, a rare opening into your psyche. He'll even take notice of what the boyfriend was doing the instant you decided to voice your thoughts. Gotta tuck that knowledge away for later. Most importantly, however, is your response to this inquiry. He won't follow up much at the time should you respond in the affirmative, but it'll make a solid foundation for his future plans. He's always a fan of asking open-ended questions to learn more about you. Observation can only prepare him for so much. Sometimes he has to roll up his sleeves and put himself out there more, if it means he could possibly win over your most sought-after heart.

Bruno

“... I’m sure there are many who’d be grateful to experience that with you.”

Bruno tries to remain blasé so as not to betray his inner feelings. Emphasis on the word tries. Really, if you were any less oblivious, you could've picked up on the borderline yearning timbre in his voice. He finds it equally reassuring and troubling that you're actively hoping to be in a relationship, to the point of voicing the desire out loud. It feels like a chance that, if he doesn't act swiftly enough, will pass him by. Bruno loves the others on his team dearly, but he knows how feral they'd start getting should they have been the ones you told this. You stress him out so much without even realizing it. At the end of the day, how can he be upset by this, when the mere thought of having you be his and him yours gets him through the most strenuous circumstances? You are his guiding light.

Fugo

“You want that? Don’t you see how he’s slobbering over her? Gross. A little self-respect goes a long way.”

No, he isn’t bitter, what are you talking about, psssh. Fugo always expresses his disgust over public displays of affection, finding it to be in poor taste. Some serious self-reflection would reveal he's beyond envious. It just... looks nice... so fun and carefree... then there's him. A guy who has been chasing after you for years by this point without ever having the courage to make a serious move, lest he risks ruining everything. He keeps trying to confess through telepathy, meanwhile, you think he must be annoyed since, from your perspective, it looks like he's glaring at you. Poor guy. The extremely subtle hints he drops and telepathy haven't gotten him far. Still, staring at your wistful expression when you confess this fills him with hope. This could be the push he needs to say what he's been wanting to say for so long.

Mista

“Well, have I got some good news for you.”

Mista is his own worst enemy. He wants to come across as casual enough to not pressure you into anything and make the atmosphere awkward, but by doing so, you have a difficult time taking him seriously. This genuine statement from Mista ends up coming across as another one of his jokes. You just kinda give him a light punch on the shoulder and laugh. Meanwhile, he's crying on the inside from yet another instance of you not picking up on his flirtations. What does a man have to do? Get down on one knee and propose while reciting a monologue? Now that he thinks about it, you'd still likely view it as a jest if he were the one to do it... alas. Being the funny person in the friend group has its pros and cons. Regardless of his mixed success in the moment, he'd still find comfort knowing you're interested in a relationship too.

Narancia

“What? You want to be a pigeon? Wait, that’s not what you're pointing at. Ohhhhh.”

A heart-pounding moment! Okay, okay, he needs to get himself to calm down. These hand-delivered moments by the universe are best approached with a steady mind, using logic and reason to deduce the next optimal step— who is he kidding! You want a boyfriend! He can be a boyfriend! So, by following this train of thought, you could potentially want him as a boyfriend. He'd later go on to reveal this revelation to Fugo who appears nowhere near as enthusiastic about the prospect as Narancia is. It doesn't matter. A fire has been lit beneath Narancia's feet and he's ready to get moving. He intends to boost his appeal and lure you in using the art of subtly. When he's talking to another and you enter the room, he'll switch the subject and then loudly discuss how single he is. Super single. Not in a romantic relationship whatsoever. Nope, nada. His eyes keep flicking to you to see if you've gotten the message. He tells himself in his heart that you did.

Abbacchio

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Abbacchio is ready to shame you for envying such an obnoxious, unnecessary display being flaunted in public. Unlike Fugo, Abbacchio holds a genuine resentment toward this sort of stuff and wishes people would get a room. He'd ask why you'd be interested in anything like that. From what he's seen over the years, it's relationships that people loudly flaunt that fizzle out the fastest. You're more amazed that Abbacchio of all people is entertaining an in-depth conversation about relationships to feel like he rained on your parade. He isn't nearly as selfish as he thinks himself to be. He tells you all this not just for his own benefit, but so that in the event you end up with someone else, you'll give these matters some serious thought. He won't ever admit that to himself, however. Deep down in his soul, he wishes for your happiness above all else. He writes this off by telling himself he just wanted to complain about something he's always had a pet peeve about.

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 20 days

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ᯓ★ from me to you — chapter seven: while you were sleeping

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader. genres: slice of life, social media au, body swap, fluff, angst. wc: 2,1k. warnings: language, anxiety, killing (humorously). an: sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy~

You remember reading somewhere that most dreams windows into the subconscious. They were like tools that the mind used to bring to the fore our innermost hopes, desires and fears.

You remember thinking how unfair it seemed; that other people got to have these things buried so far away they emerged only in the clutches of deep sleep.

You didn’t dream much after moving to Seoul. Mainly because you didn’t sleep much in the first place, but partly also because your innermost hopes, desires and fears always seemed to prance around you in broad daylight, with mocking expressions that seemed to scream: Here we are! What are you going to do about it?

When you did dream, your dreams were never really dreams at all either, but they were the seasonal reruns — the omnibus of troubling memories that you could not escape no matter how far you ran.

But tonight – tonight was different.

Tonight, it seems your subconscious believed you deserving of a break – a reward for all the anguish it puts you through otherwise.

“You have to answer us honestly, okay?” Yeonjun, the idol of the literal decade, your self-proclaimed bestie and role model, says with his eyebrows and lips set in seriousness. His eyes dart between you and Kai. “I promise we won’t freak out.”

You nod resolutely and they scoot closer to you with indecipherable expressions. Raising your eyebrows, you lean toward them in intrigue. “What is it?” you whisper.

Kai looks at Yeonjun, then takes a breath. “Who do you think is more handsome?”

You blink, registering the question, before gasping in shock. You smack their shoulders playfully. “How could you ask me such a thing? It’s not right! You’re both extremely handsome, like models – princes – angels! How could I possibly choose?”

They scream and fall back into the bed, cringing in embarrassment. “That’s just too much! Way too much!” Yeonjun cries through his hands.

“Seriously, Hyung,” Kai grimaces, rubbing the chill in his arms, “how did you get drunk enough to say such disturbing things.”

Their pink, blushing faces resemble the fluffy marshmallows you enjoyed as a kid, and it makes you laugh with joy. This is the best dream you’ve ever had. You’re unsure what your subconscious is trying to tell you with it, but you know you’re going to get Dr. Kim on the phone and ask if he had changed your prescription without you knowing and then thank him for it.

“Hey,” you pout and cross your arms, glaring at Kai, “I may not be as pretty as you, but I’m still your Noona, not your Hyung. And your Noona doesn’t drink.” Kai shudders in response.

“Seriously, you have to tell us what you drank last night,” Yeonjun shakes his head in amusement. His smile falters, then he crawls into the space next to you and links his arm with yours, resting his head on your shoulder. It feels so warm and comforting and real that your heart could burst. “I know you’re disappointed about the demo, but drinking this much is dangerous. At least let us come with you next time.”

You frown in confusion, turning to him. “What are you talking about? What demo? And I swear I didn’t drink,” you say, crossing your heart with one hand and holding up the other in solemn vow.

You try and think back to what actually did happen last night. “I guess moving into this new environment made me a little anxious, so I decided to take a walk. I… got a call from home that made it a little worse, and then I bumped into this really rude guy in the elevator. I was walking to the convenience store to get a red bean ice cream… and then I took my anxiety medication and I fell asleep on the couch?” you say, thoughts beyond that jumbled, and a nagging feeling at the edge of your mind calling on you to take another look.

“Anxiety medication?”

You find Yeonjun and Kai regarding you with eyes that swim with surprise, confusion, and deep worry.

“No, no!” you say quickly, waving your hands in hopes to draw them out of concern. “It’s not that bad! I mean, I can’t help that I have it, and it is a hindrance when I try and carry on with my life as per normal, but I’m fine. Let me show you the results of my last consultation.” you reach into your pockets for your phone, but find them empty. Your brows furrow in confusion.

For the first time, you scan your surroundings.

Instead of the tangerine walls you painted last night, you find yourself in a plain white room. Instead of your posters, the walls are bare. All the furniture and bedding in the room is black, save for a big canvas by the wardrobe with a big cherry blossom tree painted on it.

You begin to feel nervous, the events of the night before becoming more and more blurred. You remember the elevator and the convenience store and the sofa, but you also remember the sound of running water and the feeling of cold, wet clothes sticking to your body.

There is a sharp pain in your chest. You groan and grip your chest. Yeonjun and Kai rush to grab your arms.

“Hey, Beomgyu, are you alright?”

You force yourself up to reassure them, but eye Soobin’s black bomber jacket draped over a chair in the room, the one you remember slipping before stepping out last night. Hurrying over to it, the strong emotions you’re experiencing eases momentarily.

You search for your phone, but the pockets are also empty – except for a fumbled paper in one of them. When you unfurl it, you find it is a referral letter for Dr. Kim. You sigh in relief, but it comes too soon. Your hands begin to tremble as your eyes gloss over the patient’s name on the referral.

Choi Beomgyu.

Confusion, panic and fear grip your mind and you lean against the chair for support. Yeonjun snatches the paper out of your hands.

“What is this?” Yeonjun gulps, “You said Seungcheol-hyung’s tests only reflected an iron deficiency. What is this Beomgyu?” He says, looking at you with disappointment thickening his voice.

You shake your head. “Me? Beomgyu? No, you’re confused. I am (Y/n). And this is a dream.” Yet it all feels so real.

“Hyung,” Kai sighs, “Enough.”

“Look, I –”

You freeze.

Across from where you stand is a long, full-body mirror against the wall. In the mirror, where you should be standing, is Beomgyu. Your idol who you love so dearly, the reason you are motivated to strive for your dreams, is staring back at you with a face that should be yours.

When you walk, he walks.

When you frown, he frowns.

When you scream, so does he.

Yeonjun and Kai jump with surprise and you smack your hand over your mouth. Why do I sound like that?

Your fingers scour your face, pulling your cheeks and running though your hair. Eyes wide with disbelief, you turn to the two men beside you.

“Th-this isn’t a dream? This is real? You’re – real? Th-that,” you say, pointing a shaky finger to your reflection, “is me?”

“Dude,” Kai groans, dragging his fingers across his face in frustration. “Have you lost it? Of course that’s you.”

Yeonjun considers the referral one more time, then looks between you and Kai. “Maybe this is a result of the anxiety? Or the medication? You should have told us, Beomgyu.”

The hurt in his eyes sends a pang of guilt to your heart. “I’m sure he– I mean, I had a reason. He– I mean, I am not the kind of person that would keep it from you with bad intentions. Promise.”

They don’t look very convinced, but before you can answer, there is a banging at the door.

Yeonjun and Kai frown at one another, then their eyes widen. You arch a brow at them.

“Shit! Today’s schedule!”

Your face falls.

You had a feeling waking up in your bias’s body was just the beginning of your problems.

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Beomgyu howls in pain as Taehyun hoists him into a room in the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. His gut twists in fear.

“What the hell is going on here? Who are you people and why are you in my apartment?” he yells, waving a finger at Taehyun. He clutches his throat and frowns, coughing to clear his voice.

Taehyun rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Why don’t you take a good look around you and try again.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, but when he observes the environment his eyes widen. Large posters of his face are stuck against orange-colored walls instead of his white ones. At one corner of the room is what looks like a shrine: a framed photo of him is hanging off the wall, surrounded by photocards and fan-site photos, on a shelf of albums and a glass case holding a lightstick.

“We are not in your apartment. You are in ours.”

“Oh my God!”

Taehyun nods regretfully and gives him an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know how –”

“You’re fucking sasaengs!” He screams, grabbing the closest thing to him – a hairbrush – and holding it like a weapon. “I swear to God, if you don’t let me go right now, I’ll call the police and sue you all into Hell!”

Beomgyu fishes in his pocket for his phone, but pulls out one that is very unfamiliar to him. The screen is cracked up, and the transparent cover it is in holds a polaroid of his face at the back.

Taehyun squeezes his eyes shut and sighs heavily. When he takes a look around himself, his shoulders drop in embarrassment. “Okay, wait. I know how this looks, but I swear it’s not what you think.”

“Oh yeah sure,” Beomgyu scoffs, tossing the phone onto the bed behind him and tightening his hands around the brush handle, “tell that to the six foot body pillow with my face on it!”

Taehyun considers the monstrosity against (Y/n)’s wardrobe and pinches the bridge of his nose as his ears burn red. “Yup, that’s fair.”

“I can’t believe this is the type of friend Yeonjun-hyung has! And aren’t you a doctor? You should be stripped of your license! I’ll see to it personally — my brother is a doctor and—”

“Excuse me?” Taehyun’s expression darkens. “You can threaten my life, and that of the person who’s room this is, but if you threaten my years of hardwork, I’ll have to kill you.”

Beomgyu shrieks, stepping back as Taehyun starts toward him. He aims to throw the brush in his face, but misses and the brush hits the vanity on the other end of the room.

Something there captures Beomgyu’s attention, and he is no longer bothered by Taehyun’s empty threats.

Taehyun stops and arches a brow, following him as he walks toward the vanity in a trance.

Taehyun watches as Beomgyu picks up the photo of him, Soobin, Yunjin and (Y/n) in Hongdae.

He turns to Taehyun with an expression that he has seen the owner of that face make when she was looking at photos of him.

“This girl? You know her?”

Taehyun nods, curiosity peaked. “I do. Do you?”

Beomgyu regards at the photo again with those glossed over eyes and chuckles softly. “I ran into her at the hospital. Does she always smile like this?”

The puzzle pieces click in Taehyun’s head and he laughs. If this gets out, Yunjin will never let him hear the end of it. And (Y/n)? She will sink further into delusion than she has ever gone.

He can’t wait to tell them.

He shrugs. “You’re smiling like that right now, you know.”

Beomgyu looks up into the vanity mirror for the first time and his jaw drops.

“I’m dreaming right now, right?” Beomgyu laughs in disbelief, but when he does, and sees his reflection do the same thing, the photo clatters to the floor and he screams.

“I wish.” Taehyun sighs, bending to it up from the floor. There are footsteps coming down the hall and Soobin bangs on the door. “Now that we’re on the same page, why don’t you tell me the last thing you remember? And let’s make it quick, that idiot will literally break down this door.”

“Why are you so cool about this!” Beomgyu yells, clutching his throat and groaning in frustration. He tries to make it sound deeper. “Has this happened before? Is this some voodoo shit?”

Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Let me stop you right there, Drama King. We’re getting carried away again. Someone needs to be with sane and rational thought, otherwise we’d probably give one another vasovagal syncope.”

“What?”

“Tell me the last thing you remember,” Taehyun says firmly. “We need to find (Y/n) and then figure out how and why this happened.”

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life is rough for (y/n). after dropping out of college and moving away from her family to live life on her own terms, she struggles to keep up with the fast-paced city life in Seoul. she becomes a fan of the kpop idol, choi beomgyu. while his content keeps her motivated to strive for her dreams, she can’t help but wish she had the same luck he has had. but not everything is as it seems.

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lciesdepravity · 8 months

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-4 Mina Arc; Turnabout's Fair Play... tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

"T-tzuyu... c-cock... your cock, please... I want it," Mina begged, her voice desperate and needy; each word punctuated by her ragged breaths. She reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, putting her sloppy wet cunt on full display, her white hot cum still oozing out. "Please fuck my needy pussy with your cock... Please~"

Tzuyu's primal instincts took over as she stepped close, her desire mirroring Mina's own. Her hands trembled with anticipation as she reached down to release her throbbing cock from the confines of her shorts.

"A-are you sur-"

"Goodmorning guys!"

Tzuyu's heart almost jumped out of her chest as she heard Jihyo and the other unnies wide awake and in the living room. She locked eyes with Mina, both sharing a panicked look. Tzuyu whispered, her voice laced with urgency, "Holy shit. Go, unnie. Hide and freshen up. I-I'll handle breakfast." Hurriedly, she swiped a kitchen towel, using it to wipe her face clean of Mina's juices.

Mina just giggled as she held on to Tzuyu's wrist, sporting a blush. "I-I can't walk Tzuyu-ah. M-my legs are so wobbly I can't even stand straight." She said as she pouted cutely, her eyes still partly dazed.

"W-what are you- Quick, get down." Hurriedly she pushed Mina down underneath the counter as she heard footsteps nearing the kitchen. Just in time too, as Nayeon hops over, her voice as hyperactive as ever.

"Ah! Baby Tzuuu~ Good morniiing~. Making some breakfast?" She asked as she leaned over the opposite side of the counter, her cute bunny smile on full display.

"Y-yeah... Breakfast. Hehe. Do you... want some unnie?" Tzuyu stuttered, trying hard to mask her anxiety. Thankfully, Nayeon didn't really take notice. Unfortunately however, it looked like she wanted to stay and chat.

"Mhmm~ me want. Wattcha makin' Tzuyu-ah?" She asks, casually pulling up a chair across Tzuyu.

Seriously? This isn't the best time for small talk unnie. Fuck but I can't be rude to her. That would make her sad. Tzuyu cast a subtle glance downwards, biting her lips in nervousness as she thinks.

It's fine, as long as Mina unnie's quiet, I can keep distracting Nayeonnie until she leaves.

Meanwhile, Mina is listening in on their conversation, trying to stay silent. Her heart is beating loud and fast and her breaths are shaky. She couldn't deny that almost getting caught added to the thrill. Whew that was close. Lucky for us, I fit perfectly down here.

With nowhere else to go, she settled in, making herself comfortable as quietly as she could. Inevitably, her gaze was drawn to Tzuyu's shorts... And the huge bulge straining against it. O-oh wow, I've never really seen it up close before. Just from the size of her bulge I'd say she's bigger than Chae.

Mina drew closer to inspect it, unaware that her hot breath was making it hard for Tzuyu to continue conversing normally. I kinda wanna see it without the shorts now... Mmm I'm so bad~

She was about to look away when her eyes spotted a thin slick line on the cloth over Tzuyu's cock head, her cock twitching as if in pain. Ohhh... Did she... get this hard just from eating me out?

Entranced, Mina gently blew on her cock; the warm sensation making Tzuyu involuntarily buck her hips.

"You okay there baby Tzu? You seem a little bit... distracted." Nayeon asked, a little weirded out by the maknae.

"I-I'm fine bunny unnie. Just didn't get much sleep last night. Sorry what was the question?" She clumsily excused. Smooth Chou. Real smooth. Lucky for her Nayeon just gave her a look before continuing to watch her cook.

"Aigoo~, you must still be sleepy huh? I asked what you're making."

"U-uhm, just some egg fried rice, some sausages and pancakes. M-maybe I'll stir fry eggs and tomatoes chinese style if I feel like it." Tzuyu replied as she quickly scanned the ingredients already laid out on the counter. Fuck, I feel like I'll max out my improv skill tree today. God please help me make it out of here without chopping my fingers off.

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Mina bit her lip as she gulped. The logical side of her knew she had to stay still and be silent; knew that her members are right by the next room, that her Nayeon unnie was just inches behind her; but she just can't help herself.

Seeing Tzuyu so... affected by her is doing things to her head, making her feel things she shouldn't feel. It didn't take long for her curiosity to win. She slowly darts forward, careful not to reveal herself as she kisses the tip of Tzuyu's bulge, making it twitch. She stifles a giggle before playfully taking Tzuyu's clothed bulge in her mouth.

Tzuyu, for her part, had to try her hardest not to moan as she feels Mina's moist hot mouth engulf her bulge through her shorts. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the knife tightened. W-what the fuck is she doing down there? Oh f-fuck her mouth is so hot... mmm~

Tzuyu looked down subtly, giving Mina a look that screams 'Are you crazy?' For her part, Mina just made a peace sign. Mianhae~... She mouthed.

While her pouted lips looked to be sorry and innocent, her eyes were anything but. They glimmered with mischief as her fingers gestured 'hush'. Then, biting her lip, she slowly freed Tzuyu's cock from the confines of her shorts, her eyes widening as it almost slaps her.

Holy fuck... Wow. As soon as Mina frees Tzuyu's cock, she couldn't help but stare at it in awe. It twitches in front of her, and she can see every vein and ridge standing proudly on the thick shaft. I was wrong... She's way bigger than Chae.

The size of it is almost intimidating; aptly long and very girthy. Mina gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to darts out her tongue, taking a little taste of the oozing precum on the head. Mmm~ sweet.

She stifles a yelp as it twitches, before even more precum flows out. Oohh~ it's so honest. Hehe. She's likes it. Well, how bout this Tzu?

Her slender fingers trace a line from Tzuyu's balls to her throbbing shaft, before using her thumb to smear Tzuyu's precum all over her cock head, making her hips buck slightly. Fuck... Let me hear you moan for me baby.

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"Hmm... do you want me to help with anything Tzu? It looks like you still have a lot to do here." Nayeon asked, scanning the ingredients on the table.

"Mm~ n-no i-its okay Nayeonnie. I can handle it. W-why dont you just relax in the living room? Ne?" Tzuyu replied, trying to hide her shaky breaths. Please please please just go unnie.

"Yah! Are you just trying to get rid of me coz I can't cook? I'll have you know I got Jeong to teach me how to prep and slice stuff the other day. I can at least prep the garlic and onions." Nayeon pouted cutely, the mock hurt evident in her tone.

Tzuyu just rolled her eyes as she pushed the aromatics and a smaller knife towards the dramatic bunny. "F-fine. But stay where you are unnie. T-this is the main chef area."

Nayeon just looks at her with a puzzled look. "Ooohkay? A whole lot of weirdness this morning... even for you Tzuyu-ah." She muttered under her breath as she diligently got to peeling and slicing the garlic.

Under the counter, Mina couldn't help but stifle a giggle, silently enjoying Tzuyu's torment. Aigoo~ she's doing well so far. Hmm, lets turn it up a notch shall we?

Mina pools some spit on her hands, before sensually lathering it all over Tzuyu's cock. She smears it together with the oozing precum, making for an even sloppier experience. With a firm grip, she slowly starts stroking Tzuyu's entire length, agonizingly twisting her hand whenever she meets the cock head. C'mon baby... Let yourself go. I want to hear just how badly you want me.

It took every bit of Tzuyu's willpower not to moan and curse right then and there. Holy fuck, this woman's gonna be the death of me. She thought as she slowly put the knife down, her eyes tightly shut as she tried (failed) to refocus on the task at hand. Fuck... Her hands are so soft... Uhhh~

Oohhh resistant now are we? Fufu~ not for long. With a devilish grin, Mina darted forward, devouring Tzuyu's balls in her wet hot mouth. Her tongue danced and swirled, eager to taste every inch.

The moment Mina's mouth enveloped her balls, Tzuyu's composure shattered like glass. Her breath hitched sharply as a long groan escaped her lips, her legs threatening to give out from underneath her. "Haahhh~ mmm~"

A startled Nayeon looked up from chopping the onions. "Tzu? Whats wrong? You okay?" She asked as she moved purposefully towards Tzuyu.

Desperate, Tzuyu scrambled to find an excuse, her face flushing even more as she held Nayeon at bay. "A-ani, I'm fine Nayeonnie. J-just pulled a muscle, t-thats all. Mmm~" She lies through gritted teeth, praying that Nayeon would buy her excuse. Even now she could feel Mina groan against her balls, sending shivers down her spine. All the while, her delicate hands continued stroking Tzuyu's hardened length, this time at a faster pace, tormenting her with every deliberate movement. Fuuckk~ Is she trying to kill me? Does she want us to get caught? It's so good tho... fuuuuck~ I-I kinda don't want her to stop. Uhh~

Nayeon raised a skeptical eyebrow, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure? You're looking really red right now. You didn't catch a fever did you?" She asked, using the back of her hand to check the temperature of Tzuyu's forehead.

"Y-yeah. I-I'm sure unnie. Y-you know how... stiff my back can be sometimes." She replies, the innuendo not lost on her as she tries to steady her breathing.

While not really convinced, Nayeon knew better than to push Tzuyu further. "Okay. Just... don't push yourself too hard... ne? You know I worry." She says as she fixes the loose strands in Tzuyu's hair, earning a strained smile from the maknae. Mercifully, she goes back to chopping the onions and garlic.

With a relieved sigh, Tzuyu looks down, intent of stopping Mina and her torturous teasing.

Too late did she realize... That was a huge mistake.

Beneath her, Mina was looking at her like a lioness hunting a gazelle, ravenous... starving... craving to devour her. Her disheveled hair... the faint blush in her cheeks... the way she bites her lips as she agonizingly runs her thumbs on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Jeezus Christ she's gonna drive me crazy.

The straps of her top slid down her shoulders, her tits literally about to pop out, Tzuyu swears she could see a peek of her taut nipples. Her panties were scrunched up on her right ankle; while her legs were folded on either side of her, accentuating her plump juicy thighs as they help veil her unshaven core.

Tzuyu gulped. The sight beneath her was so utterly sinful, so lusciously erotic that she couldn't find the will to fight against it...

So she gave in.

Fuck it. I don't care anymore. Ughh~ her hands are so fucking soft... mmm~ this feels too fucking good...

A victorious smile graced Mina's lips as she sees Tzuyu move even closer, finally submitting fully to her ministrations. Mmm~ That's right baby... I knew you couldn't resist me.

To make things easier, Tzuyu moved as close as she could, her tummy pressed right up to the edge of the counter... closer to Mina. Her heart raced as she slowly put the knife down, bracing herself for what's to come. At least this way, I can keep Nayeonnie occupied.

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She wasn't really given time to ready herself as Mina's slender fingers wrapped around her cock once more. Lush... Soft... Eager...

One slow pump became two, then three. Bit by bit, Mina's pace increased, her grip on Tzuyu's cock tightening further as she matched the rhythm of Nayeon's chopping.

Thud... thud... thud... thud... The dull sound of the knife against the chopping board masks each stroke perfectly; the rhythm torturous. Every pump was punctuated by Mina swirling her hand around the tip in a clockwise motion, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive ridge beneath the cockhead. All the while, she could feel Mina's hot mouth devour her balls, licking, sucking, squeezing the cum out of them. Hooollyyshiitt~ Fuck it feels soo good.

Tzuyu's knees buckled, her legs shivering. She leaned forward, both to support herself and distract Nayeon if necessary.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop cooking?" Nayeon asks quizzically.

"N-nothing really. C-could you maybe speed up your chopping unnie? I-I'm too distracted by your beauty that I can't cook."

A faint blush appeared on Nayeon's cheeks, her lips straining to hide her smile. "Yah~ Stop it~ What's with you today?" She weakly admonished, clearly flattered by the compliment. Nevertheless, she complied with he maknae's request and tried to speed up her chopping.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Tzuyu closes her eyes as she feels Mina stroke her faster. Her brows furrow, her mouth opening slightly as she feels every twist and pump push her closer and closer to the edge. Mmm yes, just like that unnie~ uhhh feels so fucking good.

She groaned silently as she feels Mina's thumb focus even more on her tip. It doesn't take long until she feels a familiar coil about to burst out of her cock, and it certainly doesn't help that she's watching Nayeon's boobs jiggle with every chop she makes. Fuck I'm such a perv, wanting to cum on those tits while Mina unnie pumps me dry... But I can't help it. Uhh~ I'm about to cum.

She braces herself against the counter, her mouth open in a silent 'o', her eyes not leaving Nayeon's jiggling boobs. Uhhh~ I-I'm cumming... I-I'm cumming. Fuck.

In an unexpected turn of events, Mina just... suddenly stopped. What the fuck? Why?

Before Tzuyu could stoop down to check, a victorious clap boomed from Nayeon's direction, followed by high pitched squeals. "Yaaaay! I did it! I chopped it all evenly, just like Jeongie showed me! Kyaaah!~ >< I knew I could I knew I could! Imma show her! Hehehe."

Her excitement almost gave Tzuyu whiplash. Pulling out her phone, she took a quick picture of her work, before running off to God knows where. Probably to Jeongyeon unnie. God help her survive that bunny.

With the distraction gone, Tzuyu's attention drew back to her aching cock. She looked down to see Mina smiling mischievously, an evil glint in her eye.

"Why'd you stop? I was almost there unnie." She asks, visibly frustrated.

Mina's smile grew wider. "Oh I know... that's why I stopped." She teased, blowing a gentle breath over the red swollen head of Tzuyu's throbbing cock. Her fingers lightly trace the bulging veins, relishing in Tzuyu's torment. "Mmm~ look at you baby... so red, so hard for me." She taunted as she plants a long soft kiss on the tip, causing it to twitch in response.

Tzuyu hissed and growled. "Mmm~ Don't play with me woman. Finish what you started or else." Her fingers tangle with Mina's tousled hair, gripping it lightly, urging Mina forward. But Mina resisted, her wicked smile ever growing. "Or else what? Hmm~? That's not how it works here... remember?"

Her slender fingers grip Tzuyu's cock once more, this time squeezing it tightly, earning a pained moan from Tzuyu. "If you want me to make you cum, you have to beg for it. Beg me, your wife's best friend, to suck your cum dry." She looked at Tzuyu hungrily; just like a predator finally cornering its prey. Turnabouts fair play Tzu. Show me how much you want me.

Tzuyu's grip on her hair tightened, her angry gaze meeting Mina's challenge. A beat passes, then two...

Mina fears she's gone too far when suddenly, Tzuyu's features soften, finally surrendering to their game. "Well played unnie." She admitted, her voice wavering a bit. She looked Mina dead in the eyes, showing as much care and sincerity as she could.

"Mmm~... I need you... I need these pretty lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry. Could you do that for me baby?" Her fingers lovingly traced Mina's cheeks, her thumb gently grazing over Mina's lips.

Mina purred softly, leaning into her tender touch. She nibbled lightly on Tzuyu's thumb before taking it in her mouth, sensually rolling her tongue over it. All the while, her cute innocent eyes gazed up at Tzuyu. "Say please~" she playfully cooed, her lips pouting slightly.

Her actions only served to make Tzuyu harder, her cock now visibly twitching and pulsing in anticipation. Tzuyu threw her head back, moaning needily as she finally gave in. "Mmm~ please babygirl~"

With a victorious grin, Mina darted forward, making sure not to break eye contact. Mmm~ thats right baby... look at me, and me alone.

She lovingly trailed kisses along the length of Tzuyu's hardened shaft, up until the tip. Then, puckering up her lips, she agonizingly dragged the swollen head across them, smearing her lips with precum.

Tzuyu's knees buckled from the stimulation, exercising every ounce of patience to not just shove Mina's face nose deep in her crotch and make her take her entire length down her throat. No, she wanted Mina to enjoy this just as much as her. But damn, is she taking her sweet time. Mmm~ patience Tzuyu.

Mina smiled, seeing Tzuyu tremble at the slightest touch. Aww, look at her, trying so hard to hold out... mmm~ I think I've teased her long enough. Hehe. Itadakimasu~Ahm~... Finally, Mina's lips parted, her mouth suckling on Tzuyu's cock head.

Her tongue licked and swirled, her mouth slurping audibly as she greedily sucked on the tip. Tzuyu let out a long shaky groan, her body back pedaling as she leaned on the sink behind her for support. "Oooooohh~ shit... Mina unnie~ uhhh~" Holy fuck her mouth is so hot and soft it feels like my dick is melting. S-shit, its sooo good...

Spurred on by Tzuyu's reactions, Mina continued, focusing only on the swollen, aching cock head. Her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing the sensitive ridge on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Mmm, god she's so big, I don't know if I can take her all the way.

Not one to turn down a challenge, Mina bobbed her head slowly, taking her inch by inch, going deeper with every pass.

"Gulck ... gulckk ... gulckkk ... mmm~ Wow baby... mmm~ you're so big... so yummy." She peppers Tzuyu's cock with a few licks and kisses to buy herself some time to rest, relishing in the way Tzuyu reacts to every little movement that she makes.

With determination, her wet hot mouth slides down Tzuyu's shaft once more; not stopping until she finally takes Tzuyu's cock in it's entirety. She gags as she parks her cock there for a few glorious seconds, her eyes getting teary but still maintaining contact.

She pulls up for air eventually, coughing and sputtering from the size. "Gah~ My mouth's never been that full before. Mmm~ You like that baby~?" Mina asks cutely, her hands continuing to jerk Tzuyu off.

"Uhh~ Fuck yes unnie. Keep going please." Tzuyu gently guides her head back, and Mina happily obliges. She dives back in for more, eager to please Tzuyu's cock, eager to drain her balls for all they're worth.

Her lips form a tight seal around Tzuyu's cock as her cheeks hollow out. She bobs her head fervently, making sure she slides her tongue around the tip with each exit and presses it against the underside with each entry.

In and out. In and out. The cacophony of gags and chokes and slurps and sputters fill the room, mingling together with Tzuyu's shaky gasps and pleasure filled moans. Her legs are shaking, her knees trembling; she's struggling just to hold herself up as Mina sucks her dry.

"Fuuuuuckk~ unnie... mmm~ This might be one of the- uhhh~ best blowjobs I've ever had in my life. Uhhh~ more please..." Tzuyu lets out a long drawn out moan, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the counter strains. Mina smiles at the compliment, her mouth full of cock.

In response, she takes one of Tzuyu's hands and places it on her head, giving her consent. Tzuyu's eyes widen for a moment as she hesitates, not wanting to hurt her; until Mina looks at Tzuyu with those hazy lust filled eyes. Eyes that scream 'Go ahead... Fuck my face all you want.'

And really, at that point, all Tzuyu could do was gulp and nod. She knew she was under Mina's spell...

And she's loving every second of it.

Gently she guides Mina back to her cock, using her hair as a handle. She starts gently at first...

In and out. In and out. Shallow... sensual... sweet... until...

Eventually, Tzuyu found her hips thrusting forward, meeting Mina's head halfway through, fully fucking her face. She feels her cock hit the back of Mina's throat repeatedly, her legs turning to jelly as she feels Mina constricting around her head every single time. Every gag... every choke... every moan sends vibrations to her very core.

For her part, Mina adjusted her position, now leaning forward, ass sticking out, hands on Tzuyu's ass as she helped her thrust deeper into her face. She could feel her throat bulge with every powerful thrust of Tzuyu's hips, her nose meeting Tzuyu's crotch everytime. God~ my mouth is so full. She gags and chokes and moans but Tzuyu, now fully lost in pleasure, shows her no mercy. She fucks Mina's face like a fucking living fleshlight, her grip on Mina's hair now tightening even further.

The obscene sounds of the facefucking reverberated throughout the kitchen for awhile, Mina's face gradually turning into a sloppy mess. Her cheeks are smeared with a mixture of precum and saliva, her lips stretched wide around Tzuyu's thick shaft. A web of spit serves as a bridge between them, connecting Mina's mouth to Tzuyu's glistening cock. All the while, Mina's teary eyes never wavered from Tzuyu's lust filled gaze. That's it baby... fuck my face... give me all your cum.

One of Mina's hands found its way to her dripping cunt, her middle and ring fingers feverishly plunging into her sweltering core. She thrusted her fingers in rhythm with Tzuyu's hips, imagining Tzuyu's cock filling her pussy as well. Fuck I'm so turned on. Uhh~ more Tzu. Use me more. Mina's pussy squelched with each thrust, fueling Tzuyu's lust even more.

Tzuyu's moans grew louder, her thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel the tightening in her balls, the familiar surge of her impending release. "F-fuuuckk Mina unnie~ Urgh~ I'm so close... uhhh~ Fucking... Take... It..."

Mina's eyes sparkled at Tzuyu's words, her fingers working harder and faster between her soaked folds. Gods I'm about to cum again. Uhhh~ Chae... I'm about to cum while your best friend fucks my face. Mmm~ Fuck I'm such a dirty wife.

As Tzuyu's thrusts became more erratic, Mina's throat constricted even more around Tzuyu's cock, her tongue purposefully darting out to stimulate the underside of the swollen cock head even more. Mmm~ give it to me baby... give me all of it. Leave nothing for your wife~ It's all mine~...

"Uhh~ Cumming... cumming... I'm fucking cumming~ Ahhh~" Tzuyu's grip on Mina's head tightened as she buried Mina's nose up against her crotch, forcing her to take Tzuyu's cock as deep as she could. F-ffuucckk she's so rough. Uhh~ shit I'm cumming~ Mina's body twitches as she cums around her slick fingers, unexpectedly enjoying the rough treatment.

With a guttural cry, Tzuyu empties herself into Mina's waiting mouth, releasing a torrent of her hot sticky cum. Her entire body trembled, her hips bucking forward as spurt after spurt she came, painting Mina's throat white.

To Mina's credit, she tried her best to swallow Tzuyu's load, but the sheer amount was just too much. Most of it overflowed, dripping down Mina's chin and pooling together on the kitchen floor.

Desperate for air, Mina tried to come up for a breath, only for Tzuyu to push her down with all her strength. Panicking, she frantically taps on Tzuyu's thighs, her eyes pleading for air but Tzuyu just held her down even more. Air.... I need air... Tzuyu~ please... I need air.

Tzuyu's grip remained steadfast as Mina's arms slowly fell limp by her side, finally just giving in to her fate. Her eyes began to roll back to her head, her consciousness fading in and out. Seeing the whites of her eyes made Tzuyu cum even more. "S-shit that's so fucking hot unnie~ uhhh I'm still cumming... Fuck unnie, take it all! Uhh~"

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After what seemed like an eternity, Tzuyu's orgasm finally subsides, leaving her sensitive and breathless. She twitches as she withdraws her spent cock from Mina's mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment before it snaps.

Feeling Tzuyu finally release her grip, Mina falls backwards, gasping for air and sputtering out cum. "T-that was... *cough* intense. *cough*"

Hearing Mina's weakened voice immediately brought Tzuyu back to her senses. Shit... too far Chou. She panicked and hurriedly grabbed sheets upon sheets of paper towels before kneeling in front of Mina. "Shit... I got carried away. I'm so so sorry unnie." Gently, Tzuyu cupped Mina's cheeks and with trembling hands, started to wipe Mina's face clean of cum and tears and saliva.

"I-I shouldn't have let myself lose control like that. I-," Tzuyu stammered, her voice filled with regret. Before she could continue, Mina leaned forward, silencing her with a kiss.

Soft... tender... sweet...

When Mina finally pulled away, her blushing face nuzzled against Tzuyu's hand. In her signature soft voice, she says, "I-It's okay Tzu~ I-I liked it..."

The sight of a cute and blushing Mina proved too much for Tzuyu to bear. Before she knew it, Tzuyu was already leaning in, taking Mina's lips in a fiery lip lock, making her moan into their kiss.

She pushed Mina gently, guiding her to lie down on the cold, hard kitchen floor. Soon, their small kisses turned into a passionate dance of tongues, with the occasional bites thrown in between.

Mina's legs wrap around Tzuyu's waist, pulling her in closer. Tzuyu responded by moving her hips, grinding sensually against Mina's core.

"Uhh~ unnie..." Tzuyu started, her voice laced heavy with desire. "Mmm~ I want you so bad Mina unnie~" She managed to say in between their kisses.

"Mmm~ I want you too Tzuyu-ah..." Suddenly, Mina pulls away, her fingers holding a confused Tzuyu at bay. "But... I think we can both agree... we're out of time today."

As if to punctuate her point, Nayeon's voice once again boomed from the living room. "Chewy-ah! You almost done in there?"

"Yah! Leave the maknae alone, Nayeonnie! It'll take longer if you keep on bothering her too much. Know what? Just come over here and sit with me," Beckoned an already exhausted Jeongyeon. Nayeon's protests gradually faded into the chaos that was Twice's living room.

Tzuyu let out an exasperated sigh as she sat up, her fingers massaging the bridge of her nose and her forehead. "Ugh, fucking cockblocks. I should really do something about the annoying ones," she muttered under her breath.

Mina sat up as well, giggling softly as she teased, "No killing the unnies Chou Tzuyu, and definitely no tying them up." She stared at Tzuyu with mock sternness before bursting out into laughter, seeing Tzuyu's annoyed expression.

"I know... I know. Ugh~ It's just... ugh forget it." Tzuyu's shoulders slumped in frustration. Mina gently turned Tzuyu's gaze towards her.

"I know how you feel Tzu... trust me, I do." She starts as she caresses Tzuyu's cheeks lovingly, causing the maknae to purr softly against her touch. Mina drew her close once again and gave Tzuyu's lips a gentle peck, breaking away from the kiss before it grew too intense.

Mina's hands rested on Tzuyu's cheeks, their eyes closed, foreheads leaning against each other. In the kitchen, only the sound of their heartbeat and ragged breaths could be heard. With a shaky voice, Mina whispered.

"Tomorrow night... Me, Momo and Sana are scheduled to go home and visit our families in Japan."

"..."

"I-I think I'll make up an excuse and stay here instead... Y-you can have me then." Next Chapter: 1-5 Mina Arc; Crossing the Red Line

#twice smut #tzuyu smut #mina smut

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the heart-rate challenge

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

The episode was half-way through already, not much having happened apart from some chats and an argument between Tasha and Andrew.

Luca and Harry were sat around the fire pit, talking about their families with one another, before Luca’s phone pinged that he had a text.

“Oh shit. That phone noise haunts me.” Aria said and Gwen nodded in agreement.

“Oi, I’ve got a text!” Luca shouted across the villa.

The TV showed the girls gasping and some of the boys sitting up like meerkats. Y/N was stuffing their face with watermelon and looking over to where Luca had just shouted from.

Paige lifted herself off Jacques lap and made it so she could see Luca whilst he spoke.

“Islanders, tonight you will get each other’s heart racing in the Heart Rate Challenge. #timetogetsexy. #getdressedup.”

As soon as Luca spoke the boys went wild, jumping up and down with each other. The girls whooped too and got excited too.

Y/N was filmed eating another piece of watermelon, before Harry had run up behind them to surprise her. Harry wrapped his arms around Y/Ns waist and picked her up to twirl them both around. Y/N giggled and Harry kissed their bare back.

“They’re so cute.” Aria pouted. “I want something like that.”

Gwen looked towards Aria, before asking an important question that had been bugging her for weeks now. “Well, is there anyone you’d want that with?”

Aria looked to Gwen and smiled softly, a rosy blush painting her cheeks as she spoke, “I think there might be, yeah.” Gwen blushed in return and they both turned their heads quickly back to the TV.

The TV then showed the girls and boys going into the villa and heading upstairs to get changed. Then the episode took an advert break.

••••••••

Off-Camera:

You and Harry were heading upstairs, holding each other’s hands as they did so.

Everyone else had already gone to get ready, but you and Harry had stayed downstairs feeding each other watermelon;

“Look, and if you put sugar on top of the slice it’s even better.” Harry said, dusting a small coating of sugar onto the watermelon slice and holding it up to your mouth for you to eat.

You took a bite and immediately closed your eyes in pleasure, nodding as you chewed and swallowed the most delicious and juicy piece of watermelon ever.

“Mm, so sweet but sticky.” You said, opening your eyes to notice Harry was looking down at you with desire in his eyes.

“Is that so? Sweet and Sticky.” He repeated your words, leaning down over you whilst he cupped your chin to tilt your face upwards. “Let me have a taste then.”

And his lips were on yours, moulding them against yours deliciously. He kissed you until he could taste the watermelon sugar cocktail all over his mouth. You were tormenting him by tasting so good, without him having tasted anywhere else.

When he pulled back your lips were a little darker and his lips were a little more swollen, but both still looked gorgeously hot.

“And?” You questioned.

“Can’t work out whether the watermelon sugar or your lips tasted better.”

“Maybe you’ll have to kiss me again to find out?” You shrugged your shoulders innocently.

“Maybe I just will.”

So it was obvious why you were the last two up the stairs now.

“You excited for tonight then?” He asked, walking a bit behind you out of respect - but also, maybe, just because he wanted a good view of your ass.

“Nervous, but so excited.” You grinned.

“Why nervous, hm?”

“In case I don’t do a good job and your heart rate is, like, um, the lowest for me.” You shrugged your shoulders and kept walking.

Harry tugged on your hand, though, and pulled you back with a slight gasp of shock from you. You stumbled backwards, but Harry made sure he was there to support you. He let go of your hand to be able to place his arms around your back, laying dangerously close to the bottom of your spine and bordering your ass. Your arms slipped around his waist as if you were hugging each other.

“Y’don’t really think that do you?” Harry asked seriously.

“What?”

“That my heart wouldn’t beat the craziest for you?”

“Oh, well. It’s okay if it doesn’t.” You bit your lip, trying to hold back a frown.

“No it’s not okay. You get my heart beating so crazy with just a touch of your skin against mine, so seeing you in a skimpy outfit with a potential intimate dance from you… fuck, i’m going to be turned on. 300 cold showers aren’t going to make a difference after tonight.” Harry groaned and you chuckled at his whining.

“Maybe i’ll take 300 cold showers with you.” You teased and pulled away from him to walk closer to the bedrooms.

“You’re an evil woman, do you know that?” He groaned frustratedly and followed after you like a lost puppy.

••••••

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“I’m so ready for this challenge.” Gwen smiled a devilish grin.

“Imagine if we tried it.” Aria suddenly said.

“What? W-with each other?” Gwen asked, flushing bright red.

“I was only messing, G.”

“O-oh. Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Gwen laughed nervously, before the TV but from the ads and turned back to Love Island.

The boys were all sat around the fire pit waiting for the girls to come out, all of them looking very hungry and ready for a bit of action.

Gemma was the first out, wearing a sexy black costume and Luca’s jaw dropped at the sight of her. Harry ruffled his hair, but it still didn’t drop him from the trance.

“She looks so hot.” Aria commented and Gwen just nodded quietly.

Gemma walked over to the boys and started dancing sexily, doing all sorts of movements with her hips. She kissed Davide on the cheeks and respectfully gave Jacques a twirl, but for Luca she made him suffer underneath her wrath and torture him with her lips.

“Fucking hell.” Dami laughed, watching on and probably thinking that he got to do this with Indiyah next.

Harry’s face was clear to read and it was obvious he was more than excited for Y/N to come out.

“Y’good man?” Jacques asked Luca, his hair a little disheveled after Gem’s performance.

“Fuck.” Was all Luca said, laughing in return.

LUCA INTERVIEW:

“I’ll be going to bed a happy man, I’ll tell you that.”

Next was Ekin-Su, dressed in a bridal dress. She looked amazing and all the guys wolf whistled for her. She did a twirl and a twerk, before doing her rounds on the guys.

She fully snogged Davide and gave him a brief dry-hump too. He looked a happy man afterwards and the boys were in shock over what had just happened. Next she came over to Harry and dropped herself in his lap. Harry’s hand kept to himself, but Ekin-Su leant in to give Harry some kisses on his neck and trail her nails down his chest.

Once she was gone from Harry there was clear relief on his face.

“He doesn’t want anyone there except Y/N.” Aria laughed but Gwen kept quiet still, making Aria turn and look at her friend in confusion.

Next out was Y/N in a stunning, but sexy, angel costume. There was pretty angel wings behind their back. She was wearing white lingerie with a white, see-through lace, nightgown over the top ( * ). Finally, they were wearing white high heels that looked immaculate and made their legs look longer than they’d ever looked ( * ).

Harry’s face was filmed and his jaw was dropped only slightly, but his body was completely still as if he’d gone in to a trance.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“An angel? C’mon now, Y/N knew exactly what she was doing.” Harry shook his head.

“Fucking hell man.” Jacques nudged Harry and Harry still didn’t move or take his eyes off Y/N.

“Ayy.” Andrew shouted when Y/N walked up onto the decking and blew a kiss in Harry’s direction.

First, Y/N went to Dami and turned around to wiggle their ass in his face, earning a round of applause from the rest of the boys. Harry’s jaw closed and it looked like he was gritting his teeth with jealousy.

Y/N moved on to Jacques and Davide next, kissing Davide on the cheek and using his hand to stroke down her body. Jacques got a similar treatment, only he was used so Y/N could slide themselves up and down his thigh a few times.

Y/N walked straight past Harry, strutting as she did so, going straight for Luca, Jay and Andrew instead. Y/N gave them all a little bit of treatment, before the boys started egging her on to go to Harry next. Y/N smirked as she made her way over to Harry, noticing his painful hard in his trousers.

Once they stopped in front of Harry, she cutely smiled before dropping herself into his lap. Hey legs straddled his own and they started to rock their hips against Harry’s hard. Y/N moved Harry’s hands from behind him to onto her arse, feeling him grip tightly without any ask. Y/N ghosted their lips over Harry’s as they kept moving, before leaning in to his ear to whisper.

“I want you so bad right now.” Y/N whispered darkly and Harry could be heard groaning slightly.

Then Y/N leaned back and smashed their lips onto Harry’s, taking full control over the kiss. She pushed and tasted his tongue all over her, making sure their hips never stopped once.

When they stood up and back from Harry, he had lipstick smudged all over his lips, his chest was heaving and his dick looked like it wanted to be uncaged. He shook his head, whilst smiling an evil smirk at Y/N.

Then she was gone, blowing one kiss goodbye.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“Get me to the hideaway now. Jesus fucking Christ.”

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“If Harry’s heart rate doesn’t beat the fastest for me… well… I mean I won’t be surprised because honestly my hips have no movement sometimes.”

The episode cut and went to another add break, but not before the other girls had done their performances.

“Hips have no movement? On what planet?” Aria screamed at the TV.

Gwen stayed quiet and Aria had had enough, wanting to know what was up with her best friend.

“Can you at least talk your thoughts out loud?” Aria suggested, from where she was sitting on the sofa next to her friend.

“What?” Gwen asked in confusion.

“Your brain will implode if you keep thinking so loudly.”

“Sorry, just, um, a lot on my mind.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Aria genuinely held up a penny - actually it was the pairs lucky penny. Gwen took the penny and squeezed it in her palm tight, feeling all kinds of butterflies when her skin touched over Aria’s.

“I’ll take the penny, but can I wait until i’ve organised my thoughts before I tell you?” Gwen asked.

Aria nodded and smiled kindly, hugging into Gwen’s side tightly. She stayed they and Gwen started overthinking how much she liked it. Gwen’s arm laid beside Aria’s body, holding her close and the episode re-started whilst Gwen thought of how best it would be to bring up the fact that she liked Aria. And as more than just a friend.

The girls were filmed around the fire pit, still in their costumes from the challenge. It was about to be the guys turn and everyone was sitting around waiting.

“If Davide doesn’t kiss me I’ll be fuming.” Ekin-Su said, making the girls laugh.

The first boy out was Andrew and he did a good job getting everyone cheering him on, and he did the most work on Tasha. Everyone was a bit more comfortable and ready after the first performance.

Then came Jacques and Davide, who were both respectful towards everyone but their partners. Davide have Ekin-Su a heavy make-out and Jacques dived straight into Paige’s cleavage - clear that both boys wanted to win.

Nothing compared to when Harry came out though, clad in a sexy fireman outfit. He took off his helmet on the way over and his hair was a bunch of messy curls underneath, making Y/N bite their lip in anticipation. He had on red suspenders over his bare chest and then cargo trousers on his bottoms ( * ). He looked delicious and all the girls knew it.

Harry went over to Gemma first and flexed his suspender back against his skin, making a slap sound and the girls laugh. Harry then made Gemma play with the suspenders, twanging them like guitar strings.

He then went through the girls respectively, showing off his sexy skills. He gave Ekin-Su a hot kiss on her cheek and down to her jawline, knowing it would make Y/N jealous. Y/N kept her eyes down and away when Harry kissed Ekin-Su not really wanting to see that interaction.

Then he made his way over to Y/N. He stood in front of them and curled his pointed finger to motion her to stand up. Y/N tried to hide a smile as they stood up. Once she was stood up Harry immediately picked them up and threw her over his shoulder, rein-acting the fireman’s lift.

“Oh my god!” Y/N screamed and Harry walked around to the front of the fire pit, slapping them on the ass a few times. He even gave a cheeky bite with his teeth and Y/N gave him a slap on his ass in reply.

Harry then carefully laid Y/N down on the ground and placed their arms above their head, keeping eye contact the entire time. He then spread her legs and positioned his body in between her body, before moving his body like he was part of a Magic Mike performance. Y/N kept eye contact with him and his hands roamed down their body, tracing all the sensitive parts he’d come to know Y/N craved.

Then he leant down to give her a proper heavy kiss to finish off his performance. His body kept moving and Y/N moaned lightly against his lips, which Harry nearly lost control over.

Once Harry had finished, he pulled away from Y/Ns lips and saw how fucked out she looked. He leant down for on final pretty kiss, before sitting up and bringing them up too with his flexing arms. He made sure Y/N was fully up before walking off.

When Y/N walked back to their seat, she stayed silent but it was the look in her eyes that gave everything away.

She was completely in love.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“Asksjsajjajgs!” Y/N screamed and giggled.

“Awee.” Aria cooed, still snuggled close to Gwen. Gwen’s armed tightened around Aria when she wiggled around, afraid she as about to leave her side.

The TV showed all the islanders sat with each other around the fire pit, the boys sat on one side and the girls sat on the other.

Harry wouldn’t stop gawking at Y/N and Y/N couldn’t stop fiercely blushing.

Andrew then stood up to reveal the heart rate results.

“Luca, your heart rate raised the most for… Gemma.” Andrew said and Luca winked at Gemma, whilst Gemma smiled.

“Dami, your heart rate raised the most for… Danika.” A chorus of ‘oohs’ echoed and Indiyah pouted, but she knew that this game really didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things.

“Jay, your heart rate raised the most for… Y/N.” Y/N giggled watching Harry’s reaction, which was to bite the inside of his cheek harshly and try his hardest not to be obscenely jealous.

“Andrew, your heart rate raised the most for… Y/N.” The guys and girls chuckled, seeing that Y/N was on a winning streak. Tasha looked heartbroken and Y/N looked nervously towards them, hoping their was no bad blood.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“As much as my heart was pumping green with jealousy over two other lads fawning the most for m’girl, I also, like, get it?!

“Harry, your heart rate raised the most for… Y/N.”

Harry smirked whilst nodding, winking over at Y/N and causing them to dip their head in a cool embarrassment. The guys all cheered for him and it was clear he was a happy man.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“Yeah, it was flattering to hear.”

After the boys had been, Paige stood up to reveal the girls results.

“Tasha, your heart rate raised the most for… Andrew.” Tasha threw her hands up at Andrew, as if to show that she was loyal or something.

“Indiyah, your heart rate raised the most for… Harry.” Dami shrugged his shoulders like it was okay, because they both didn’t win for each other.

INDIYAH INTERVIEW:

“Harry was a fireman! I was helpless at that point.”

“Y/N, your heart rate raised the most for… Harry.” Harry’s reaction was more excited than Y/Ns, grinning like a kiss who’d just got offered free candy.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“Get in.” He laughed.

“Aw yay! They both won for each other.” Aria cheered and Gwen smiled at Aria’s little celebratory dance.

“I think my heart would beat the hardest for you.” Gwen mumbled so quietly.

“W-What?” Aria asked, freezing slightly in her spot.

“I said I think my heart wo—”

“No, no. I heard what you said. I’m just processing what you said. Is, is, it true?” Aria sat up to face Gwen, watching her friend blush.

“It’s always been true. My heart beats like it’s on fucking steroids when i’m sound you.” When Aria was silent, Gwen dared a look at her. She was smiling in awe. “W-what?”

“I’m just really happy you said all that.” Aria smiled, leaning in.

“Why?”

“Cause my heart is on steroids for you too.”

And they kissed, forgetting all about the show that had brought them together and completely missing the text and islander got about the Hideaway being open tonight.

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